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“It’s just a check-up, Peter, I could’ve come here by myself.”

Peter said he made a decent amount of money testing products and vlogging, but why did he insist on driving something that looked like an heirloom from the nearest predator ring? Several women in the parking lot already crossed the street to avoid coming anywhere near it, clutching their purses tighter to their sides when they shuffled toward the entrance to the building. You tried not to dwell too much on it. It wasn’t like you had the right to be too embarrassed; you were the one bumming a ride off your all-too enthusiastic boyfriend.

“You know it wasn’t any trouble at all,” he responded in that chipper tone of his. “I’ve always got time for you!”

“Trust me, I know. I just don’t want to get in the way of your work, especially not when you’ve gotten so many new sponsors waiting for a plug in your new videos.”

You already checked in on your phone so the receptionist didn’t have to scramble around to fetch some new patient paperwork and questionnaires. You forked over your copay (much to Peter’s chagrin, because he tried once again to guilt trip you into letting him pay for something) and the two of you wandered over to the sullen couch that gasped and sank underneath your combined weight.

Peter twiddled his thumbs and tried not to take up so much space. His tall, lanky stature made him pretty much all limbs and he could be a little clumsy if he wasn’t mindful of his size. He bounced his leg up and down, a nervous habit, and soon enough his hand crept over to rest on your knee. The icy touch of his fingers against your skin was welcome, only because you'd gotten used to the fact that he ran cold most of the time. Why wouldn’t he? His body fat was nonexistent.

“How are you feeling right now?” he asked softly, his thumb drawing circles.

“Still the same…I went right before we came but I feel like I have to pee again.”

He craned his neck upwards to search for a bathroom. You shook your head. They would probably want to do some labwork and get a urine sample, so you could hold it.

You heard your name being called and stood up to head back. The nurse gave you a slightly uncomfortable look as her gaze fixed over your shoulder.

“Uh…" You turned around and sure enough, Peter was following obediently. “Can he come in?”

“Of course. If you’re okay with it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait out here? I won’t be long.”

Peter shook his head. “Sorry darling, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You huffed out a laugh under your breath. You knew better than to argue with him. He reached toward you and grabbed your hand so you walked down the hallway in tandem. You tried not to spare him a glance, knowing full well his expression would be so gooey you wouldn’t have the heart to lecture him later about personal space.

“Have a seat. You’re being seen by our nurse practitioner, she’ll be in shortly.”

You stepped onto the stool and backed up towards the chair, attempting to tuck your dress across your backside so your panties weren’t plopped down directly on the seat. Despite your best efforts, it happened anyway. The chair was covered in crinkly paper that was sure to stick to your thighs by the end of the appointment. 

Peter took a seat in the chair closest to you because of course he did.

Unlike the regular doctor’s office, this place was notorious for moving quickly. The nurse practitioner popped in not too long afterwards.

“Alright. Let’s get your height and weight, then I’ll take care of your vitals.”

You could tell she was a little uncomfortable with him. His dead-eyed stare as he zeroed in on her actions made her sweat a little. He always did stuff like this. He wasn’t trying to judge them or freak them out, but he was overly protective and would keep a sharp eye on every move they made so they didn’t injure you in any way.

She wrote down your information and pulled up a little laptop so she could type away at your newly created chart.

“So, what brings you in today?”

“I think I have a…UTI," you mumbled, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “I’ve never had one before so I’m not sure. But I keep feeling like I need to pee and when I do go, it’s really painful. Like…I don’t know how to describe it…”

“Any changes in your urine? Color, smell?”

“Nope!” Peter answered for you. You pinched the space between your eyebrows and the nurse’s eye twitched. “It’s the same as always.”

“Right…uh…” She hid her face behind her screen. You were sure she was screaming internally. “Have you been feeling tired or fatigued?”

“Yeah.”

“Any nausea or vomiting?”

“No, not really.”

“Back pain?”

“No…”

“Okay. I want to rule out a UTI first since kidney infections can have similar symptoms. I’m going to order a urine culture. We have an in-house lab so the results shouldn’t take too long. There’s a bathroom across the hall with the equipment you’ll need for a sample. Wash your hands and then use a cleansing wipe. Pee a little bit outside of the cup first, we want to catch the sample mid-stream. You don’t have to fill the entire thing, only about halfway.”

She stood up and you made a move to follow her. You cursed to yourself when you saw Peter stand up too.

“Peter…" you muttered, shoving him back towards the chair. “I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure? I can help. You’ve told me before that giving urine samples is always messy. I can hold the cup for you!”

“Peter," you hissed, “No! I’ll be right back!”

You rushed out of the room before he could change his mind and come anyway. Ugh.

If someone told you a year ago that you would be dating a guy this obsessed with you, you probably would’ve laughed it off. You knew that Peter’s adoration for you reached seriously abnormal levels. He knew way too much about you, did not know what boundaries were, and probably would’ve stopped breathing if you asked him nicely not to. Maybe for some people that sort of power would’ve been invigorating, but at this point you weren’t sure which of you was actually in more control. He would bend to your every whim and you were constantly worried that you were overstepping only because he thought you could do no wrong.

You winced and tried to force yourself to pee. Come on. The sooner you could do this, the sooner you could get out of here. You were sure Peter already had plans to take you back to his place even though he picked you up from home. It was hard saying no to him, especially when he turned those soulful blue eyes toward you, sweating and stammering out a “please?”.

You knew what would happen. He would act so innocent, using the excuse that he just “wanted to spend time” with you and that you “didn’t have to do anything”. And you always believed him! You would start off watching movies and cuddling on the couch. 

Eventually, though, it all boiled down to one thing: Peter rearranging your guts on every surface imaginable.

You groaned and looked across the bathroom. There were some mini water bottles lined up on a shelf with a sign indicating it was specifically for people who needed to give urine samples. You pulled your panties back up and ambled over to grab one, guzzling the entire thing down in one go.

In the past week alone the guy had enticed you enough times that you were actually starting to feel some concern for his stamina. Was he like…okay? Sure, some guys’ refractory periods were shorter than others, but Peter could have his way with you and not five minutes after he was spent he would be ready to go another round. You thought it was a one-off because he was so pent up for being disinterested in sex all those years before you, but this man was constantly DTF.

The worst part was…you liked it. You liked it because you were starved for affection and growing up other guys hadn’t given you even a fraction of the attention Peter had. He was utterly enamored with you, your body, and everything about you. He could spend hours kissing every inch of your body and lathing it with his tongue, drawing his name in circles with its tip all because he couldn’t get enough of you. 

You shifted on the toilet. You were supposed to be trying to pee, not get worked up!

A few more agonizing minutes passed and the urge to pee popped up again. Awesome. You pulled your panties down to get situated on the toilet and stared at the damp spot in the middle of them that was all too accusatory.

Damn you, PETER!!!

You set the cup aside after you were finished and headed back to the room. When you opened the door, Peter was about to exit out the door, looking distraught.

“Darling, you took so long, I–”

“Relax," you shushed him, pushing him back inside. “I just had trouble going. Plus it hurt. Like, a lot.”

“Do you want me to kiss it better?” he offered, a knowing smile stretched across his face.

“Genuine question: why are you like this?”

The nurse practitioner wasn’t kidding when she said the labs wouldn’t take long at all. Within fifteen minutes of sitting around and sharing memes with each other, she knocked and came back in.

“So the culture did come back positive for bacteria which means you have a UTI. The good news is that it's much easier to treat than a kidney infection. I can prescribe you some antibiotics for you to take for the next ten days or so and it should clear up.”

You were embarrassed. You were always mindful of your hygiene and this had never happened to you before.

“Um…what causes UTIs?”

“A lot more than you’d think. All it takes is a little bit of bacteria to enter the urethra and it’s a breeding ground. Yours is cystitis so it’s an infection in the bladder and not the urethra. The most common cause for your type is sexual activity.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “What?”

“Having a partner makes it easier to introduce bacteria, especially if it’s a new partner.” She avoided looking at Peter, but you could tell she was talking about him. “Are you two sexually active?”

You sighed. “Yeah…and we haven’t been together that long…”

“Oh,” she laughed. “That’ll do it. You know, in the medical community we kind of joke about calling it ‘honeymoon cystitis’…it generally happens with frequent intercourse with a new partner, especially after a period of abstinence.”

You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes. You shot Peter a look that screamed he was dead to you. 

You were overwhelmed with flashbacks of you and him in his apartment. Every single time he bent you over a counter, the side of the bed, plowed you into the carpet and gave you a rug burn down your back, or pinned you against the tiled wall of his shower until you screamed at him that you didn’t want to slip and break your fucking arm, he was thoroughly ensuring that you were going to get a nasty infection that would make you miserable.

“I went ahead and sent the prescription. It’s once a day. And since we’re trying to get rid of the infection, I would put the sexual activity on hold.”

The mortified expression on his face almost made it worth it. You thanked her and gathered your things up so you could leave.

Peter was very quiet the entire ride to the pharmacy, even though he insisted on going inside and grabbing the medication for you. You sank down into the seat of his van and let out a deep exhale while he was gone. Over an entire week without having him inside you? You hadn’t gone that long since the first time you had sex. His libido was off the charts. There was no way he was going to comply.

Much to your surprise, Peter drove you straight home. He parked outside and let the car idle for a few moments before he turned to you with his eyes glassy.

“I’m sorry!” he sputtered.

All of your aforementioned rage dissipated in an instant. If this was an act to manipulate you, he was doing a bang-up job.

“Peter…”

“I didn’t know…” he muttered as he stared down at his hands. You could see he was clenching his fists so tight that they were trembling. “I should’ve taken better care of you and paid more attention. It’s my fault and…you ended up hurt because of me.”

It was hard to believe you could bring a grown man to tears all because of some physical discomfort.

“You heard what she said, it happens to a lot of people. It’s not like we knew that there’d be such a big risk by doing it so much.” Why didn’t you learn about this in school? This was crucial information! There should’ve been a class on ‘So Your Boyfriend Is Horny 24/7: How to Prepare Yourself’. “Besides, it’s not that bad of an infection - it’ll clear up in like a week. So…”

He still looked distraught. He cut the engine and exited the vehicle, wheeling around the front so he could open up the door for you.

Peter’s shoulders slumped as he led you up to your front door. You were a little surprised he hadn’t insisted on holding your hand like he did when you walked anywhere. You unlocked it and went through, expecting him to follow you, but he was rooted to the spot.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

He took a step back. “I…I have a video to shoot, so I should…”

“Oh…yeah, sorry! I forgot you were in the middle of work. Um…text me when you get home?”

“Of course, dear.”

He gave you a lingering look before strutting down the hall and out of sight. You found yourself a little out of sorts when he disappeared. Didn’t you want some privacy? Sure, but it still felt…strange not having him with you.

The next day was even weirder. Peter texted you his hellos and long rants about how much he loved you, how he dreamt of you, and even how dressed his body pillow in one of the shirts you “left” (debatable, you had a feeling he snatched it when he was at your place), but he didn’t mention anything about coming over or meeting up. You were halfway expecting him to show up at work and give you a surprise visit. He never did come by.

Is everything okay? you texted him out of the blue during one of your breaks. 

Everything is great! <3 How are YOU feeling? Have you been drinking more water?

Yup, you lied, eyeing your glass of iced tea.

He had a giant two liter jug of cranberry juice dropped off at your place, along with some snacks he knew were your favorites. Did he order it or did he bring it himself in secret? Either way you carted it inside and poured yourself a tall glass with a sigh.

The days dragged on. Peter still hadn’t attempted to make any plans to see you. You were getting frustrated with him. You knew he was avoiding you. You didn’t think it would hurt so much. But him going from love bombing you every five minutes to cutting off all contact was wearing on you.

If he wasn’t going to come to you, then you would go to him. You made absolutely sure he was at home. He insisted on sharing his location with you and it was a huge boon now. You made it to his place without any incident.

You pounded on the door and he opened it up a sliver before gazing down at you between the chain lock and doorway.

“Darling! Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

He fidgeted. “Uh–”

“Please? I…" You swallowed your pride. “I really miss you.”

His pupils blew into little hearts and his face erupted into a blush. “Oh~!" You’d never seen someone slam a door and unlock it so fast. He stood in the doorway and gripped the edge of his sweater, tugging on it nervously.

“You’re acting a little weird, Peter…are you hiding something?”

“Me? I’d never hide anything from you,” he murmured suggestively. You waited for the inevitable arm snaking around your stomach so he could pull you flush against his hips, but it never came. “I didn’t know you were coming, my place is a little messy…”

You gazed around. It wasn’t as bad as yours, honestly. “It looks good to me. Are you busy?”

“I just sent my video to my editor, so…the afternoon is free.”

“Good." You moved closer to him and he took a large step to the side. He was visibly sweating.

“Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll grab you something to drink!”

You frowned and watched him duck into the kitchen. Yeah, he was definitely avoiding any physical contact from you at all.

You flopped onto the couch in a worse mood. Peter set down a drink for you and popped open a can of soda for himself, sipping at it quietly. He purposefully sat on the other side of the room. His leg bounced up and down. His smile was wobbly. If he was trying to convince you he was fine, he wasn’t doing a very good job.

“Do…you want to talk about the elephant in the room?” You were tired of his silence. “I know you’re still upset about me getting a UTI, but I don’t get why you’re distancing yourself from me. Is it because you’re grossed out?”

“No!” he exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him. “It’s not that at all!”

“Then why haven’t you come to see me? I thought for sure you’d be all about staying with me for like a week to take care of me. I was already planning on washing a few more towels so you’d have clean ones…”

He melted at the thought of you welcoming him into your place for even longer than just a night or two. “I wanted to. I did, but…darling, you make it…very difficult to keep composed…”

You blinked. “What?”

“Being around you already drives me crazy,” he breathed, his eyes focused and intense. His mouth twitched into a smile. “I can barely control myself as it is. You don’t understand what you do to me. When we’re alone, I can’t think. All that’s running through my mind is how much better I would feel if I was inside you.”

You shifted in your seat. Okay, he knew what he was doing when he pulled that voice. He was heading for the nasty, lustful Peter you knew and loved. Not that you didn’t love the other sides to him, but his raw and unfettered need for you was the hottest thing.

“So…”

“So I had to distance myself. You’re…in pain, and it was because I couldn’t show any restraint. The last thing I’d ever want is to hurt you…without your express permission.”

“Come on, Peter. We’re out in public all the time together and you can keep it together. What difference does it make when we’re at your place? Or mine?”

“Do you have any idea what I have to do in order to think straight before seeing you?” He held eye contact with you and a thousand lewd thoughts ran through your head. “Yes, that’s right. Exactly what you’re thinking. Because otherwise we would never get anything done.”

“That’s…so not healthy," you responded lamely.

“I know, but that’s the power you have over me!” His voice was so gleeful and his pupils started to dilate. “And isn’t it wonderful? To know that at any given moment I could snap?”

“You’re…ugh…" You crossed your arms. “So what, your solution is to just ignore me?”

“I have to. I can’t have you in the same room and not touch you. Not feel you. I can’t even sit here without wanting to tear off your dress and replace the marks I gave you the last time we were together. I know they’re fading.”

You didn’t even bother asking how he did. Creep. “Listen, Peter…we’re a couple now…and stuff like this has to be talked about so we can come up with solutions. You know? You leaving me in the dark like that isn’t cool, you were worried it had something to do with me. Like you were grossed out by the fact that I have an infection or something. So please don’t just make decisions like this on your own, it isn’t fair to me.”

“Oh, darling, you’re so right.” He buried his head in his hands. “I’m sorry! I’ve hurt you again.”

You gazed at him in a mixture of exasperation and adoration in equal parts. “It’s okay…let’s just work on it, alright? I know you want what’s best for me but sometimes I need a say, too…”

You got up from the couch and kneeled in front of him, taking his hands and forcing them away from cradling his head. His eyes widened in disbelief when you replaced them with yours, cupping his face and bringing him into a gentle kiss. 

That tender moment didn’t last. He moaned immediately into your mouth and he shoved his tongue inside so hard and fast you almost choked on it. You tried not to gag the moment he whirled it around, pressing it against the roof of your mouth, licking on the inside of your teeth, filling you so much that you struggled to remember how to breathe.

You went to pull yourself away and he refused, inching forward so he could still keep his tongue inside your mouth for as long as possible. You finally broke free and his tongue flopped backwards and smacked against his chin. You wiped your mouth when you realized how much saliva he’d coated you with, long, viscous strands dripping from your lips and down your neck.

“Peter! What the hell?!”

“You taste so good. It’s been so long. Too long,” he panted. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Hey!" You scrambled onto your feet before he got any ideas and stood over him. He reached out for you before you could back up and dug his fingers into the fat of your hips with a tight squeeze. His cheek rested against your stomach and he snuggled even closer, panting, his entire body trembling. “Calm down!”

“How can I calm down when you feel so fucking good?” he growled, his pawing getting a little more aggressive. “I need to be inside of you. Oh, god, please!”

“No!" You pushed at his shoulders in an attempt to pry him off you. “I literally have a UTI! I’m still on antibiotics! You’re not putting your dick inside me!”

“B-but I,” he blubbered, “I-I–”

“You’re really needy." You tried to hide the grin on your face. You couldn’t help but go on a little bit of a power trip when he stroked your ego like this. You could make him a sniffling mess if you wanted to. “Look, we can’t have sex…the usual way. I mean…I’m still healing.”

He knew you were right. The frustrated tears welled up in his eyes. Your eyes traveled down to the obvious tent in his jeans and you bit your lower lip.

“But…we got along just fine before…” 

You thought back to the days leading up to your first time. You took one look at that thing between his legs when he first pantsed himself and told him it wasn’t happening that night. There was no way. No amount of prep, no amount of cumming, no amount of fingering in one session was going to open you up enough to take him. Of course he was a little disappointed, but you spent the next few days practicing all sorts of ways to help you work up to his size. And when it finally did happen, there was only minor discomfort that didn’t last the moment he snaked a hand down between your legs to keep your clit stimulated.

“Honey…?”

You shot him a patient smile. “Lean back in the chair for me.”

He did it without even thinking twice, eagerly awaiting your next move. You swung your leg over the side and straddled him. You sank down onto his lap, being mindful of your weight against him. Nothing would be more embarrassing than his couch giving out because it couldn’t handle you. You didn’t stop lowering yourself until the fabric of your panties met the rough material of his jeans.

Peter’s expression went from bewildered to pure ecstasy. He gasped the moment you wiggled on his lap experimentally, creating a nice, firm friction against your already soaked underwear.

“O-oh–”

“I know this isn’t as good as being inside of me, but…" You placed your palms flat against his chest for leverage, rocking against him in a steady rhythm. “W-we can manage until the end of the week, right? With just this?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, I would do anything for you, darling. Just don’t leave me hanging dry!”

“You did that to yourself!" You punctuated with a hard bounce on his lap. He thrust upwards and laughed breathlessly. “D-do you have any idea how awful it is when you’re not there?”

“Do you mean that, my love? Do you?” He circled his arms around your back and buried his entire face in the swell of your chest. “I missed you so much, I couldn’t sleep at all. I wanted to be there to take care of you but I couldn’t trust myse–ahh–lf!”

You grinded your hips in a circle, bracing your legs against the sides of the chair, feeling his entire body tense when you rubbed along the bulge straining against his pants. 

“I f-followed you around town but it just wasn’t the same–”

He hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your dress and flipped it up, bunching it near your neck so he could gaze at your torso in its entirety. You felt his hungry gaze zeroing in on his favorite parts of you, the extra rolls of flesh that were begging him to just sink his teeth into. He raked his eyes up your stomach and all the way up to your breasts.

“You’re not wearing a bra?” he panted, his tongue already lolling out and his mouth watering. You helped him get the dress off before he ruined it by ripping it apart, something he’d done before. “You came here to seduce me, didn’t you? You’re so bold, I love it!”

“That wasn’t fffuh…f-for you, I told you they make my back hur–ouch! ”

“M’sorry, ish shooo gewd,” Peter moaned against your breast. His mouth fastened across the expanse of your areola and his tongue snaked around the nipple, tweaking it with enough dexterity to rival his fingers. Your yelp had been because his teeth fastened along the very tip of it, and he nibbled. He was generally good about being gentle, but him turning feral right now wasn’t putting him in the best state of mind.

You pulled him off and his lips separated from your skin with a pop! “Didn’t anyone tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" you teased, thumbing at his now shining lower lip. 

His sinfully long tongue curled around your finger and his heavy blush only deepened. “I guess you’ll just have to punish me, won’t you~?”

“You’d like that way too much.” 

You drew your finger to your mouth and pressed his tongue against your lips. He unfurled it and you took the opportunity to take the tip of it in your mouth, drawing the rest inside with a hard suck. Peter moaned and his thrusting became more erratic as he shook underneath you. You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head and you closed your teeth around the ring of muscle just tight enough for him to feel a gentle squeeze.

“Haaah! Darling~! ”

You felt it the moment he came in his pants. His jeans became warm and sticky between your legs. His loads were always comically huge and this was no different. He sobbed your name and went into a full body shudder when the last spasm between his legs died out. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were ruddy and his eyes were glassy enough to show he had just been fucked out of his mind.

“Mm…” He whimpered when you withdrew from his tongue. “Y-you didn’t cum yet? Keep going! Use me to get off!”

“Aren’t you sensitive?”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re always supposed to cum first,” he whined. “Why did you let me do that?”

“You really needed it…" You reached back to paw at his crotch and gazed at your hand when you retrieved it. Peter watched in embarrassment as you spread your fingers apart, the sticky strands coating each one in abundance. A lone glob of it seeped down past your wrist and you were quick to lap it up, loving the way he outright panted like a dog when you did. “This is just how much it got through your jeans.”

You got off him to look at the damage. Well, that was…certainly something. Your ego had never been this big before. You expected there to be a mess, but that was a vast understatement. If that was what it looked like on the outside, he must have been uncomfortable. 

You bent down and unbuttoned his jeans, urging him to lift his hips so you could yank them off. You gazed down at him. He was soft, which was a surprise given his usual way of bouncing back. His boxer briefs were soaked through and the dark stain made you give a hard swallow. Wow.

“Didn’t you masturbate these past few days? Why are you so pent up?”

“It’s not the same without you,” was his pitiful reply.

“What about that toy you literally had modeled from my vagina?" You gazed around the room for it even though you knew for a fact he kept it in his bedroom drawers. 

He grinned sheepishly. “I kind of…got a little rough, and well…it’s still under warranty, I can get a replacement!”

Rest in peace. “Better it than me, I guess…”

You climbed back on top of him and found that this was even better. Sure, the jeans felt good underneath you, but now the only thing separating you from his dick was a worn piece of fabric. You grinded down on him for good measure and couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped you when you literally felt him start to get hard between your legs. He was already huge when he was soft, so feeling that full length pressing up against your labia was something else.

“I love it when you get that look on your pretty face…” Peter breathed heavily, cupping one breast in each hand. He curled and uncurled his hands, swiping over your nipples with his thumbs, tracing every stretch mark gently. “No one’s ever seen it, have they, honey? It’s just for me?”

You didn’t answer him. He was right, but you hated how smug he sounded. You let go of more weight you were holding until you had him pinned to the chair and your thighs caged him in.

You concentrated on everything you felt after closing your eyes. The warmth of his body, pliant and firm underneath your hands, slightly damp from his sweat. His labored breathing and the hitch he got in his throat when you shifted on top of him. His gentle murmur of your name when you pressed harder into him to feel his bulge slot perfectly between your folds. You rocked against him, your hips moving slow and deliberate, pinning his dick against his lower belly the harder it got and the more it curved upwards.

You gazed down at him and found he had been staring at you with an awed look on his face. 

“What?” You were a little flustered at how attentive he was.

“I’m just admiring you.” He ran his fingers along your waist before settling on your hips. He pulled you closer to him and you tried not to wince at the change in position. You could feel the head of his dick had poked outside the band of his boxers and its warm weight was now pressed directly against your panties, prodding, bumping against the bottom of your clit. “God, I love you so much~!”

“You’d better not slip inside my panties…” You were wary of how dangerous this could get. All he had to do was slide them to the side and you were wet enough that he could probably bottom out before you even knew what was happening. “I mean it…”

“I wouldn’t do that to you…I promise! I’m not putting anything inside.”

You knew he was being genuine. It did make you feel a little better so you let the worries wash away with every thrust of his hips.

Peter got a little impatient and started to guide your hips against him, quickening your pace. You bit your lower lip and clenched around nothing. You felt so empty. You knew what it was like having him inside you, stuffed completely, gasping as your body struggled to accommodate him. You ended up squeezing around his bulge and caused him to stiffen against you.

“Oh…” He grinned up at you. “You miss me inside of you, too?”

You almost screamed when he sat up, causing you to teeter backwards. He caught you before you fell off the chair and pushed you onto the floor. Your backside hit the carpet and you didn’t have time to scold him for being too rough, because his obnoxiously large hands were gripping the inside of your thighs and wrenching them apart.

“A little warning next time!”

“I couldn’t help it. I can smell you, I-I have to taste it.” He tried to wipe away the fountain of drool pouring down his chin. “Just a little bit, I swear.”

“No! No dick! No tongue!" You tried to close your legs and he forced them apart, his grip even tighter. You hated how hot it was that he could manhandle you like this.

“Darling, I already told you I wouldn’t do that.” His tongue rolled out of his mouth and he yanked you forward so your legs would drape across his shoulders. “Now open up nice and wiiiide!”

You arched into his waiting mouth the moment his mouth met your folds. He latched onto it in its entirety and tongued the soaking fabric, slurping up your juices through the darkest spots, fastening his mouth over each of your pussy lips and sucking on them hard enough to cause the most obscene noises to echo in the room. He moaned your name the entire time.

“Mmph,” he punctuated with each sloppy kiss, leaving a trail of saliva from his puckered lips. “You’re so fucking wet for me. You’re so lucky I can’t use my hands or tongue. It doesn’t matter what part of me is inside you, darling, I could stay there forever if you let me. You taste so sweet, you don’t know what you do to me!”

He buried his face between your thighs again and continued to tongue you, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit. It was engorged enough for him to find it easily, rolling the nub over and over, mercilessly, your bundle of nerves assaulted in the best of ways. He was rough and gentle all at once. He sucked on it through your panties, he pressed his face so hard against you that you were positive he couldn’t breathe. He groaned and spoke to you, his words muffled, but the vibrations from his voice only sent a hard shiver down your spine.

He pulled back and gazed up at you. He was a mess. His mouth was covered in your slick. He licked his lips and savored the taste that lingered there, running his tongue along his teeth. He bent down and gripped the elastic band of your panties with his teeth and when it snapped back against your hypersensitive skin, you gasped.

He brushed his middle finger against your clit and rubbed it in short bursts. “What do you think, darling? How should I get you to cum?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer. He pulled away from you and got onto his knees. His chest heaved with excitement, his pupils now fully constricted. His lopsided grin did terrible things to you. 

“I think it’s only fair that we continue where we left off earlier. If I can’t be inside of you, then we’ll do the next best thing~!”

He tore his shirt off and threw it off to the side, not caring that it landed on the nearby lamp and knocked it over. You shouldn’t have taken your eyes off him, because he crawled on top of you as you draped your legs around his hips. He pressed down on you with a lovestruck look in his eyes, stroking the length of your calves, his cock bobbing between his legs and a good portion of it completely outside of his boxers. Its tip drooled all over the carpet and he took it one hand to slap it against your pussy, nudging the head against your clit once, twice, before dragging it down to the very spot where he could’ve plunged in were there no panties in his way.

“Once this week is over…I’m going to give you a thorough, good fuck to make up for all the time we missed. But until then…hfff…don’t worry, my love, I’ll take care of you!”

He planted his arms on either side of you and lowered himself down until there wasn’t any space between you. Finally you were rewarded with his warmth and you couldn’t help but lock your ankles across his back to make sure he didn’t even think about leaving. He chuckled and bent down to capture you in a messy kiss. You could taste yourself on him. He kissed you deeply to distract you while he finished adjusting himself into the perfect position.

Peter refused to pull his mouth from yours even when you moaned in protest. His hips started in slow, hard circles. He kept the pressure on your clit the entire time, dragging his cock up and down, sinking into your curves.

He didn’t do that for very long. It didn’t surprise you knowing how impatient he could be. Peter’s pace sped up. He bounced up and down against you, mimicking the same rhythm and hard thrusts he would give you if he were inside. He pulled away from your kiss-swollen lips and went for your neck and shoulders, his teeth bared before he clamped down on your bare skin. The stinging pain combined with his fat cock slamming against your clit was enough to push you to be more vocal.

“Peter…ah!”

“Darling!” he cried, quickening his pace, his thrusts more brutal than before. A reddish tint coated his lips and teeth from where he broke your skin and slurped away at the blood beading at your new wound. “Does it feel good? Tell me! Tell me how good I’m making you feel!”

“Peter, oh god, please, don’t stop! I can’t, you’re so–" You could feel something building. That tightness that started between your legs and traveled to the pit of your belly. You swallowed hard and cried out when he bit you again, this time on your earlobe. He tongued the shell of your ear and his warm breath fanned over your skin, causing you to lift your hips up. “Right there! Ah, ah, AH!”

“You’re so fucking hot like this! I can’t get enough! I’m so hard for you, can you feel that? Can you see what you do to me?!”

“Y-yes!”

“Mm, fuck! You like…that…spot? Right there?” He zeroed in on the hood of your clit. With every hard stroke it gave you just the right amount of stimulation without it being too much. “Can you hear it?! You’re wearing your panties but you’re so damn wet that every time I move against you, it sounds like I’m thrusting inside you! ”

You cried out. “H-harder! Please! I’m so close!” He was right. Schlick, schlick, schlick. You felt more cum leak out of you and spread across your raw, aching thighs. 

“Anything for you! Just…hold fucking still!”

He rolled his full weight on top of you. You couldn’t see or hear anything but him. His heavy breaths, the smell of his sweat and cum, drops of sweat rolling down his forehead. He arched his back and pressed his forehead against yours, your legs spreading as far and wide as they could to accommodate him. Your knees drew up and he rutted against you like an animal in heat, his thrusts getting sloppier, harder, his hips snapping into you with enough force to pin you and knock the breath out of you.

“Such a good fucking girl, taking all of me like this!” he cried, a fresh wave of tears bubbling in his eyes and slipping down his cheeks. “You’re so beautiful! I love you! You’re mine,” thrust, “mine!” thrust, “MINE!”

You squeezed your eyes shut and the pressure mounted. This was it. You were going to cum from having your boyfriend dry hump you into the carpet! He was feral, he was overwhelmed, he was so lost in raw lust for you that he couldn’t even entertain any other thoughts outside of you. He recited your name like a mantra. His body was made for you and you for him, there was no other way to describe it, he slotted against you so perfectly and, oh, the thought of him coming undone from you only pushed you over the edge.

“I can feel you clenching! Why, why can’t I be inside of you? I want to be inside so you can milk me dry. I can’t stand it! I want to put my cum in so deep, I want to watch how much drips out so I can lick it off you. I want to stuff you so full you can’t even move without it gushing down your legs! Oh, oh no, do you see what you’re doing to me? Just the thought of cumming inside of you makes me so hard it hurts! I-I’m not going to last much longer! Cum for me!”

“PETER! I LOVE YOU!”

“A-AH!” He chomped down on his lower lip and a fine mist of blood sprayed across your breasts as his eyes screwed shut. “DARLING, MARRY ME!”

You gasped and the orgasm that rushed through you made you clench your legs together, trapping him there, forcing him to press against you while your clit throbbed and you came. A fresh wave of slick gushed out of you, easily passing through your ruined panties and splattering against his crotch. Your nails dug into his back and you clawed at him so he wouldn’t move. The action only made him arch into you and press harder, his arms shaking as he struggled to keep himself positioned above you. 

Spasms rocked your body as it went into a full shudder. The initial orgasm faded but the aftershocks persisted, tiny jolts of pleasure that only intensified when his cock shifted against you. You felt his warm cum ooze out of his boxers and drip down onto your panties. So sticky…and it felt so good…you wished he hadn’t wasted another load outside of you. Nothing felt better than squeezing every last drop out of him when he was balls deep.

You went limp underneath him and tried to catch your breath. He collapsed on top of you with nearly his entire weight. You didn’t have the strength to push him away from you…and you didn’t want to. Instead you cuddled him closer to you. Your tangled limbs made it impossible for you to tell where he ended and you began.

“Peter," you finally murmured. He shifted to let you know he heard you, but made no move to leave. “Peter?”

He turned his head so he could speak but no sound came out. He was too busy purring and snuggling against your sweat-soaked skin. You saw the tip of his tongue poke out a few times so he could lick a stripe clean, smacking his lips together afterwards.

“Mmm…” He snuggled up to your breasts, inhaling pointedly. 

“We talked about proposing during sex.”

He laughed lightly. “I’ll stop asking when you stop saying no. Besides, you love me~ ”

Touché. You stroked the crown of his head lightly. His eyes drooped in relaxation as his entire body went lax against you. “Just tell me: is the marriage license application hidden somewhere in this room?”

“Why? You wanna sign it~?”

“I knew it! You already have one ready to go! Get off me! I’m finding it right now so I can shred it!”

He rolled off you with a chuckle. You sat up and tried to stand but your legs were useless and crumpled underneath your weight. You resorted to getting on your hands and knees. You zeroed in on a folder tucked away in the nearest bookshelf. You ripped it open and was shocked to see that it was in fact inside. The document was filled out in its entirety save for your signature.

“I’m taking this–ah!”

Peter’s hand curled around your ankle and he yanked you backwards. You collapsed onto your stomach and spared a glance behind you. The blood drained from your face when you saw his eyes glitter with mischief as he started a slow crawl toward you.

“My love…do you think I only have one copy?”

You should’ve known.

Chapter Text

Peter prided himself on how much knowledge he had about you and honestly, it was as horrifying as it was impressive. He would make offhand comments about things that happened to you years ago (the traumatizing incident where you slipped on playground equipment as a child and split your chin open came to mind), decisions you made that you thought were a well-kept secret (“High school doesn’t exist, you said so yourself, Peter!” ), and he apparently knew your body better than you did (“You’re going to start bleeding today, dear. I put some liners in your purse!” ). You got into this relationship knowing full well that the concept of privacy ceased to exist.

That being said, you felt like he underestimated how perceptive you were. Maybe he thought that he got away with things because you didn’t have the energy to bring it to his attention and fight with him over it. Maybe he truly thought you were just ignorant enough not to notice his weird-ass behavior.

But you did. You saw it all.

It started out with little things. Offhanded comments.

“You know,” Peter set the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. “It feels like certain things are getting so expensive.”

You felt a surge of panic. He was the one who always tried to foot the bill. “Oh. Is it something I bought?" You reached down inside the wrinkled paper and peered inside, rearranging the objects to identify the offender. “I bet the eyeliner I grabbed isn’t even all that good, the article I read said it was, but I can make do with the drugstore stuff–”

“Darling…” He laughed and wrapped his arms around your stomach, drawing you into his body. You were already wary of his intentions. All it took was a slight wiggle of your hips, a quick shift of your legs, and he would be pressing a hard-on into your backside. “I was actually talking about these.”

He reached over you and grabbed a familiar looking box from the pile of random items he was putting away. As soon as he turned the label toward you, you exhaled hard through your nose.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t have such a big dick we wouldn’t need to buy the specially sized ones.” He didn’t move and in fact pressed you harder against the kitchen counter. “That or you could…you know. Masturbate more? By yourself," you added for good measure, already knowing what he would say in response. “That way we wouldn’t need so many.”

His grip tightened around your stomach and one of his palms went for your breast. “Oh…I was thinking more along the lines of getting rid of them altogether.”

“Um…no." You tried to ignore how handsy he was being. Having such a big guy towering over you like this and managing to make you feel small was addictive in a dangerous way. “I don’t trust my birth control pills THAT much, especially not with how much you cum.”

“But it feels sooo much better when we don’t,” he breathed, twirling a strand of hair around his finger. You could hear his lips smack together as if he had just given it a kiss. “Don’t you remember?”

You did. Of course you did. How could you not? The man plowed you like his life depended on it. He then shot a load so fat you could’ve sworn you felt your stomach bulge. Did it feel good? Hell yes. Did it freak you the hell out? Also hell yes! You were so sure you were going to get pregnant that you literally broke down sobbing. He had to run to the pharmacy to grab you Plan B just so you would come out of the bedroom you locked yourself in.

“With my weight, the pill just by itself is still iffy," you stammered and peeled away from him. “I think it’s better if we keep using both.”

You saw that flash of disappointment before he masterfully hid it. “Of course! It was just a suggestion. I don’t mind it at all as long as it feels good for you!”

You grabbed the box of condoms and the top flopped open. “Peter, this isn’t even sealed, I think we should go back and exchange it anyway.”

When all you got was radio silence, you glanced up and found him grinning at you with the foil packet nestled between his teeth. The top had been ripped open. Caught red-handed. 

You widened your stance by planting your feet further apart. You weren’t going to make it easy for him. You had weight on your side. You watched with calculative eyes as he inched closer to you around the kitchen island in an attempt to block one of your exits.

“The milk is literally spoiling as we speak.”

He chuckled. “Did you know you can leave it on the counter for up to two hours before that happens?”

“T-The ice cream–”

“I already put it away!”

From your peripheral vision you saw he was right. Damn! Of course. His sweet tooth forced him to make that a priority when he was unloading, you should’ve known.

“I can give you a head start if you want?”

You took your chance. You bolted out of the kitchen and raced down the hallway to the door. You expected him to be hot on your heels, but he was pulling that Pepé Le Pew shit! Why was he just waltzing over like he had you beat? You rushed into your bedroom and slammed the door behind you, your fingers fumbling as you reached down to the knob to lock it.

What. What the fuck? What the FUCK?

“WHY IS THE DOORKNOB GONE?!”

Peter bent down and peered at you through the hole in the wood with a grin stretching across the entire expanse of his face. “Now why would you want to keep me out, darling? I’m so ready for you.”

“If you stick your dick in there like a glory hole I’m punching it! I’m not kidding!”

You both knew they were weak protests at most. When he did come in and back you onto the bed, you did little to push him away. Peter ended up using nearly half the box of what you just bought for that one session. You were disgusted and fascinated to see the tied off remnants scattered all over the room afterwards.

Another hint came the day he begged you to come over to his place. You normally wouldn’t have caved without more information, but it sounded like he was on the verge of tears. The moment you showed up his mood flipped a one-eighty. He told you in the middle of a loving embrace that he was filming a video and wanted company.

“Hey, Peter…what’s with all the covers on your outlets?" You tried to plug in your phone charger and were surprised to feel that even the one behind the couch had one.

“One of them shocked me the other day and I didn’t want to risk you getting hurt when you came over. I figured it’s better to be safe than sorry! I’ll have an electrician stop by as soon as I can.”

That fit his needy, obsessive, overprotective pattern of behavior. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine now! But…I’m touched you’re so concerned.” He had this dreamy smile on his face that already hinted at the start of danger.

“Of course I worry about you, Peter, you’re my boyfriend." You realized you only fueled his flames before it was too late. He plucked the still-charging phone from your hands and dropped it from the couch to crawl on top of you. “Hey! I was about to spin the new gacha!”

He slipped a hand underneath the back of your head and drew you to his mouth. You fisted at his shirt and pushed him halfheartedly and he shuddered when your fingers brushed against a patch of bare skin near his collar. He gulped you down greedily, his eyes narrowed into slits, his mouth already watering with excess saliva that streamed down his chin.

“I still don’t– haah… understand your… mm! Switch…”

He dragged his tongue down the column of your throat and dipped it in your cleavage, his hands pushing your breasts together to exaggerate it. “Do I need a reason to want to fuck you?”

“I just told you to be careful, what’s sexy a-about…”

“About?” He smiled, the tip of his tongue flicking against your oversized t-shirt, coaxing your nipple to harden.

“About…”

He bit your breast through the fabric, his teeth sinking in with ease. Your eyes watered and you whimpered. Despite the size and sharpness of those incisors of his, he knew how to be gentle. Every little pinprick of pain only heightened the pleasure you felt when he started to roll your nipple through your shirt. 

Your head lolled to the side when he kept both his mouth and hands busy. His tongue lapped at your fresh marks, his lips fastening over them to take the sting away. His hands dug into the fat of your breasts and he made a habit of switching between massaging them and pinching at your nipples. He gave you a slightly harder tug and your mouth fell open enough for you to gasp.

“Peter…”

You didn’t even mind how easily you crumbled underneath his touch. He drew up from you and reached down to unbutton his pants, pulling himself out and pumping from base to tip. He swiped a thick droplet of pre-cum along the engorged head of his cock. You made eye contact for the briefest of moments and that little beading tip started weeping until the entire thing was coated in a sticky sheen.

You hadn’t even realized you spread your legs open for him until he laughed and stroked himself over the view of your bared panties.

“You’re the one being so eager, darling.”

“Hey, don’t laugh at me…" You brought your knees together with a quick snap. He merely placed a palm on your knee and tapped you with his finger so you would open back up. 

“I’m sorry, you’re just so cute when I see how much you want me…”

He pinned you to the couch and you saw his cock bob between his torso and your belly. A quick brush of it against your thighs smeared his arousal all over your skin prickled with fresh goosebumps. He nudged your panties out of the way with his fingers, a mischievous grin growing wider on his face when he realized you were so wet that they skated across your clit with ease.

“See? You’re soaked. Hah…I just love how it’s so easy to sink into you like this…”

For emphasis he dragged his middle finger down and plunged it inside you before you could mentally prepare yourself. You bore down on him the minute he curled it upwards and it sank to the base, only stopping because he had no more length to give. He rolled your clit with the pad of his thumb and his ring finger slipped inside with ease, then his index finger followed.

“I don’t even need to prep you!” he sighed dreamily. “How did I get so lucky?”

You clenched around him and he watched you with his pupils shifting into hearts. You moaned and tucked your head against your shoulder, eyes fluttering, only catching glimpses of his bright red face as he continued to finger fuck you until you creamed all over his hand. You dug your heels into the couch and arched your back, bearing down hard, your hands scrambling to his back so you dug your nails into him to keep him pinned until you were finished.

“That was so much faster than usual.” He purred and withdrew his fingers, that tongue of his wrapping around each of them to lap up every last drop you had to give. “I love you so much, darling. I know you’re a little… overwhelmed right now, but let me bring you over the edge as many times as you can take.”

He grabbed hold of his cock and slipped it between your folds. He wasn’t sticking it inside of you yet. He kept zeroing in on the sight of the swollen head disappearing between your labia, rubbing against your clit, before he pushed it upward so you could see the tip of it poke out from between your legs. The friction was delicious.

“Nnn…Peter, stick it in already, stop playing with it.”

That demand seemed to be all he needed. He lined himself up with you. You felt a slight pressure from where the head of his cock pressed against the ring of muscle that was sure to take him in one go. In your heady haze you didn’t even think about what he was doing until you felt him sink the first half-inch inside you.

“W-wait! Stop!”

Peter froze. “Too much? Too tight?”

“We forgot the condom!”

He gnawed on his lower lip. “But, honey, I’m already inside you–”

“I don’t care! I know you have one hidden around here somewhere. Go put it on!”

Peter pulled out of you and a whine keened in his throat like a damn dog. He moped for a little bit before popping open the arm of the couch. You didn’t even know he could store things in there. He hurriedly ripped open that packaging and slipped it on with a well-practiced motion. Not two seconds after he was sure it was secure, he slotted himself between your thighs and thrust inside of you with one deep stroke.

You screamed and your legs locked around his waist to push him even deeper. You hadn’t expected him to shove it all inside in one go. He was a little rougher than usual when he pounded you into the couch, every thrust feeling more and more like a punishment. He gritted his teeth and you tried not to notice the almost…frustrated tears that welled up in his eyes. Was he that worked up? Did you telling him to pull out for ten seconds really pain him that much? Jeez.

After drawing at least two more orgasms out of you with a combination of playing with your clit and stuffing you full of his cock, he came so hard his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Peter had a habit of dropping his full weight on you the moment he was spent. You were crushed underneath his sweaty, wiry frame until he found the strength to move again.

He pulled out of you and peeled the condom off. You watched him secure the end and he just…held it there. Staring at the rubber filled to the brim with cum and on the verge of bursting.

“Such a waste,” he sighed.

The warmth encompassing your body faded as soon as he left for the bathroom to throw it away and you lost sight of him. You were covered in dried saliva and slick, empty and exposed, wondering just what it was that gave him that forlorn expression.

Your answer came when the two of you were out window shopping together. 

“It’s what couples do!” Peter had insisted, lacing his fingers with yours. His excitement was pretty infectious and something as mundane as walking around the outlet mall suddenly didn’t seem so bad. Despite his long legs he always slowed down so your pace matched his, and the slight flush to his face when you glanced at him always did make your heart beat a little faster.

Peter stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and you almost fell backwards when you kept walking and realized he wasn’t budging from his spot. You followed his line of sight and noticed that he was watching a younger woman walk inside a random store.

“Do you know her?”

He seemed to snap out of his daze. “Who?”

“The chick you were just staring down.”

“Uh…you know, she does look familiar! I should double check.” Without any more explanation, he guided you along with him through the double doors of the store. 

You braced yourself for the inevitable shock of cold air from the industrial unit. They meant to entice people inside to get away from the blazing summer heat by keeping their store freezing. You felt a little bad for the employees struggling not to shiver from being stuck in there all day.

Peter had wandered off to the back wall, which wasn’t like him at all. He was pretty good about keeping you within his line of sight at all times. Maybe it was someone he used to work with at his last job? He said he did some cashiering before his YouTube channel took off. He never mentioned any friends and you were under the impression that he was a bit of a loner in high school. Could it be a sponsor he worked with in the past?

You wracked your brain on the identity of the woman, only for Peter to whirl around with a bright, crooked smile. His hands were wrapped around the most outrageously adorable onesies you'd ever seen.

“Isn’t it cute?” he gushed. “The hood has little cat ears on it!”

In the midst of your brainstorming you hadn’t realized where you even were. You turned your head side to side and drank in the décor around the entire store. Baby animals? Pastels? No wonder there were so many strollers hogging the aisles and toddlers being thrown onto their parents’ shoulders to prevent any property destruction.

“Peter, why are we in a baby store?”

“Look, this one has a little snake on it!” He bolted to a row of t-shirts and pulled one off the rack to show it to you. “It says, ‘Warning: prone to hissy fits’. That’s funny.”

You were at a complete loss for words. Peter urged you to follow him. You didn’t even have the strength to deny him. You dragged your feet along the carpeted floor sticky with drool and cookie crumbs, fighting the urge to hide your face from the many excited parents who surrounded you.

“This one is a matching pajama set. What do you think, honey?” He held one up on each arm. “This one is your favorite color, buuut this one is so soft!”

Had you died somehow? Was this hell? Did you slip into a coma from a head injury Peter gave you when you smacked against the headboard last night? Was this what your brain conjured up to keep you occupied as the years marched on in your catatonic state? You didn’t know. You simply stared at him.

“Aw, I love those!” one of the women nearby cried. It was her! The one from before that Peter was looking at! You waited for him to say something to her, anything that would indicate he knew her, but nothing came. It was like it was the first time he’d ever seen her. “Can I see the one on the right?”

Peter handed it to her, tickled at her enthusiasm. “Sure!”

To your utter horror, she held it up to you. She pressed the top of the hanger against your collarbone and tilted her head.

“I think your wife might have to go a size up, but otherwise, it’s super cute! Pregnancy sure does a number on your body, huh? How far along are you? It’s a little hard to tell.”

If she was talking to you, you didn’t hear it. You weren’t going to cause a scene. You smiled at her and waited until she turned to Peter before you stormed out of the store. 

You didn’t even watch where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to get out of there. You kept ducking through the crowds in an attempt to lose him when he did eventually run outside to chase after you. It wouldn’t matter anyway; he was so tall he could’ve easily seen the top of your head over the sea of people in his way.

You took a seat on the edge of the water fountain in the middle of the plaza. The gentle spray of it against your bare arms relaxed you a little. You weren’t surprised in the least when Peter slid in the spot next to you barely out of breath.

“Darling, you didn’t wait for me!”

“Peter, do you want kids?" you blurted. 

His expression morphed into one of shock. “Y-yes! Yes, I do!!! I’m so glad you feel the same way, I was a little worried that you weren’t ready yet, but I’ve never been so sure in my life! I would be a great father, much better than…well, that doesn’t matter!”

“Wait! I’m not–I’m not offering, I’m just asking!" You yanked him down before he could make a spectacle of himself. “I was asking in general if you wanted kids!”

“Oh. Well, of course. Don’t you?” He took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist before sliding your palm across his cheek so you were cradling him. “I can’t wait to start a family with you.”

“Peter…we’ve been together for like three weeks." You didn’t even know what else to say. Why did he catch you so off guard?! He knew exactly when to put on the kicked puppy look so you wouldn’t get mad. “I’m not ready to have that kind of talk.”

He kissed your palm and set it back down on your lap. “That’s okay. We have lots of time to plan. I just saw that shop and…well…I got so excited thinking about it!”

It made sense, he was the type of guy to let his imagination run wild. “Um…let’s just put a pin in this for now. Besides, the last thing someone who isn’t pregnant wants to hear is, ‘hey, when’s the baby due?’. That was so embarrassing.”

“But I’m so happy she thought we were married!”

He truly was something else. You looked for a way out of this conversation for good and the perfect distraction to mind. 

“Anyways, before you got here, some guy walked up and asked me for my number.”

He bought the lie instantly and whipped his head around as the cheery air went dead in an instant. “What? Who? What did he look like?”

You were naïve to think that your lack of reciprocation was the end of it. You were so wrong.

You walked into the bathroom in the middle of the night to pee and saw Peter standing over the sink. “Hey," you rasped out at him.

“D-darling!” He jumped. “You should be asleep…” He chuckled and hid his hands behind his back. His thin form made it easy to see what he was holding. “I was just cleaning up the counter, it was getting a little cluttered.”

“What’re you doing with my pillbox?”

“W…what?” He stilled for a second and a single bead of sweat ran down his forehead. “Weeellll, the dust from all those pills was building up in the container, so I decided to wash it out for you.”

“M’kay." You didn’t question why he chose to do this at three in the morning instead of sleeping. You plopped down onto the toilet with a bleary stare as you relieved yourself. “Will you come back to bed? I’m cold without you.”

He dropped the box like it burned him and abandoned his little cleaning project without any hesitation. “Of course~!”

The morning after that, you saw that your packet of birth control pills had been moved. Upon closer inspection the entire foil backing had been torn open. It didn’t look like any of the pills themselves were actually missing. You asked him about it later. He said he was planning to pop out each individual pill from the pack and put them straight into your pillbox. That would “make it easier for you” to remember to take them, which was why he was cleaning out the box in the first place.

You had been taking the same birth control for years. The manufacturer changed a few times, sure, but your pharmacy had finally settled on a generic that they dispensed regularly. The second you put that pill in your mouth the next day, the sudden burst of sweetness after it nestled along your tongue nearly made you choke.

You spit it out and into your palm. You rolled it around. You watched in horror as the coloring melted off from your saliva. The pill was supposed to be the same shade as Peter’s creepy ass van. Instead, underneath that fading surface was a bright red coating that screamed danger.

Motherfucker!

You were shaking. Furious with him for ignoring your boundaries, furious that he lied to you (multiple times) and furious with yourself for believing his bullshit excuses. You opened the foil backing all of the way and spent the next few minutes shaking the pack out into the sink. Every single clatter of a pill hitting the edge of the drain only quickened your pace. You weren’t satisfied until every single one of them was out of sight and out of mind. For good measure you turned the faucet handle to boiling hot. If you listened closely, maybe you would hear those impostors scream as they were turned into goo.

You stormed over to your kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets. You had an inkling of what he did and you needed to be sure. Tucked away in the back were your baking ingredients and supplies. Peter loved pastries and as such you always had baked goods in the apartment. Not too long ago he came over to find you making a cake for him. It wasn’t a special occasion, you just wanted to do something nice for him. You’d ordered sugar flowers to pop on top of it in an attempt to hide your horrible icing job, and…yes, there they were!

You took the baggie out and inspected the crushed remnants of the flowers. Why did you save these again? You dumped the entire contents onto the counter and found the culprit.

Your hands shook as you twisted the cap of the cake paint. You didn’t want it to be opened. You bought this like an idiot thinking it was an actual color before you realized it was pure white. You never used it. Your heart dropped the moment the cap came off and a broken seal stared back at you.

Asshole. Dickweed. COCKBITE. Seriously?! He seriously came into your kitchen, grabbed your cake paint, and painstakingly covered every single one of those placebos so it looked legit? Did he think you wouldn’t notice the taste? It was straight up sugar! You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his major oversight.

You didn’t even want to check the state of the condoms in your apartment. You were already sick to your stomach.

You replaced the pill pack he violated with a fresh one. You made sure to count out how many to remove so he didn’t notice it was new. You set it aside in its usual spot. There was no reason to make him suspicious.

You sat on the couch in your living room for a while before you pulled up your contacts list. You hit the number on the keypad and put on your best customer service voice.

“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment…”

The timing couldn’t have been better. For the next week, Peter was inundated with review requests from a much larger company than before. You encouraged him to take it. Partly because you were genuinely proud of him for his channel gaining so much traction, and partly because you needed time away from him to process everything that happened. You rejected his offer to have you camp out at his place for the entirety of his job. There was no way. You would have just distracted him. He whined and begged but you kept your foot down and he obliged, so long as you placated him with a bunch of videos, pictures, and texts throughout the day.

You chose a public place to reunite with each other, only because you knew he would be able to restrain himself if people were watching. (Sometimes you did wonder, though, he always seemed like he was an exhibitionist if given the chance and that scared the hell out of you.) You showed up early at the restaurant and he burst through the doors right on time, sweating, out of breath and clutching a bouquet that looked like it was struggling to hold itself together.

“Darling,” he breathed when he spotted you. “I missed you so much~!”

He slid into your side of the booth and took you in a tight embrace. He had zero self-awareness when it came to other people, so he couldn’t care less that some customers across the way were laughing under their breath at him. He cupped your face and planted a series of small kisses along your chin, your cheekbone, and finally resting on your lips.

“Okay, relax!" You put your hands on his chest to prevent him from planting another wet kiss on your mouth. “I missed you, too.”

He was on cloud nine. Even as bitter as you were about what he did, seeing him so utterly enamored with you did wonders for your ego. 

You fingered the sharp edge of the plastic menu and tried to concentrate on all of the mouthwatering dishes listed. You wanted him to cool off a little bit. Any reciprocation of his touches was sure to set him off.

“So how did everything go?”

“It was…fine. I did what I needed to. I should be getting paid a good amount! As an apology for being away so long, what do you want? I can get you anything!”

You shook your head. “I don’t need anything, Peter. I’m just…glad you’re here. I didn’t think it would be so lonely without you. But I guess it makes sense, since we see each other so often and then all of a sudden you were gone.”

The bouquet he brought had been set down on the table and you reached over to stroke the soft petals. Gestures like this were foreign to you. He really threw you for a loop. You were still disgusted with him for his manipulative behavior, but sad to say, you were secretly enjoying the attention. He wanted you so badly, all the time, and this kind of obsessive love was unlike anything you'd experienced before.

“Can we…get this to go?” Peter begged as his leg bounced up and down. “I’m not hungry. We can eat later. I want to be alone with you!”

“No. You’re giving me a proper date. And I know you haven’t eaten since yesterday probably, that and you worked overtime to make sure you finished by today. You’ve got the bags under your eyes again.”

He only beamed at you in response. “You know me too well!”

“Okay, so, we’ll eat and then go home. Sit on the other side, I need room to eat!”

Peter was terrible at taking care of himself. It was a wonder he made it this far in his adulthood without your watchful eye. He was always so concerned about you that he neglected his own health and it worried you.

Lunch was rushed and he practically dragged you out the door. The entire drive to your apartment he kept palming his jeans and gripping the steering wheel so tight you were sure he’d leave indents. You pretended not to notice and just buried your nose in the flowers he gave you, enjoying the ride and watching him squirm.

He snatched the flowers out of your hand the moment you walked through the door. You snapped at him to be more gentle with them. He didn’t care. He turned you around and bent you over the kitchen counter, pushing your dress up, peeling your panties off, and slipping his tongue inside without any warning at all. You clenched around him and squeezed your eyes shut when he swirled it around to reach every untouched crevice.

Of course you were dripping by the time he pulled out of you. You heard him unzip his pants and yank them down to his ankles. He tore the condom open and his hands trembled when he attempted to slip it on.

“Fuck!” he cursed, “one second, darling! You’re such a good girl~! Waiting for me so patiently!”

“Peter–nghhh!” The breath was knocked out of you when he drove into you and bottomed out instantly. You didn’t even have the capability to gasp or speak. He moaned and draped himself over your back, whimpering, fresh tears littering your bare back, shuddering.

“Please move in with me!” With every thrust his groin slapped against your ass, the sound of it only drowned out by his unhinged cries of your name. Pap, pap, pap. He slammed both hands on the counter, planting them on either side of you, caging you in so you had nowhere to run. “I can’t stand being away from you!”

“It was a week –”

“It felt like forever!”

He chomped down on the ball of your shoulder and as soon as his teeth broke through your skin his humping grew more frenzied. He was so deep inside of you and his pace was unrelenting. You clawed at the countertop and moved back to meet with his thrusts. Pressure, grinding, the thick warmth inside of you…it all caused you to bite down on your lower lip and tremble underneath him.

“C-can you–”

You didn’t even need to finish your sentence. His hand snaked between your legs and he rubbed at your clit. The pace was just what you needed - not quick enough to leave you overstimulated, but not so slow that you were chasing his finger by pivoting your hips. He rubbed around the nub and brushed just the pad of his finger along the top, digging into your folds, using your own cum so every touch was with just the right amount of friction.

Your jaw clenched and you came wordlessly around him, your body spasming as you rode out your orgasm. Peter continued to rub your clit until he was sure that you were finished, finally pulling away the moment you had a chance to gasp and catch your breath.

“Oh…” he cooed, “I-I’m so close, I— ungh! ”

His pace stilled and emptied himself out into the condom. You turned your head and nestled your clammy cheek on the cool surface of the counter. Your sweat began to dry and leave a thin film all along your skin, which you knew he was all too happy to lick off later. Peter buried his face in the nape of your neck and hair, huffing, inhaling deeply, relishing the warmth of you before he had to pull out.

You stood up and he steadied you with a knowing grin. You went to return it, only for his expression to shift in an instant.

“Darling, what happened to your arm?”

You tugged down on the sleeve of your dress. Shit. “I bumped into something, it’s not a big deal.”

He hummed before drawing you close to get a better look at it. He traced the outline of the dark bruising on the upper half of your arm.

“This happened when I was gone?”

“Yeah, but like I said, it’s fine. It wasn’t even that hard of a hit. I just need more iron in my diet, I guess." You could tell his eyes were growing more hollow and the color of his irises went flat. You put both hands on his cheeks and forced him to redirect his attention to you instead of the injury. “I promise I’m fine, Peter.”

“But–”

You drew him in for a kiss and whatever thoughts in his head were eradicated by the tenderness of your touch. When you disconnected, his concern was replaced by a lovesick stare. 

“Let’s watch a movie, okay? And you need to sleep. You can use my lap.”

As you turned to lead him out of the kitchen, a smirk wormed its way on your face.

Now that you knew exactly what he was up to, Peter’s behavior was blatantly obvious. He thought he was being secretive and it honestly thrilled you to see that you had finally gotten the upper hand. Weeks passed and he was getting impatient. You were ready and willing to play his game for as long as he could stand it.

“Peter, what do you want for dinner?”

“Mmm…I don’t know. Have you been…craving anything lately, my love?”

You tried very hard not to laugh. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Hmm…”

He took every opportunity to grab at your tits in passing. He massaged them in the palm of his hand and you could tell he was looking for a reaction out of you.

“What’re you doing?”

He smiled nervously. “Uh, have you had a breast exam recently? You’re supposed to check at least once a year! And your loving boyfriend can help~”

“I can do it myself, Peter, and that’s not even how you check for lumps. You’re just playing with them at this point.”

“It doesn’t hurt to be careful. You’re not sensitive at all? No…discharge?”

“No.”

“Oh…well…good!”

The man’s frustration was well deserved. He went to more extreme measures to confirm his fears.

You stared into the toilet bowl at your apartment. The collection cup attached to the underside of the rim wasn’t even well-hidden. Had he really given up? Did he break that easy? Too bad. You humored him anyway and relieved yourself. He was waiting outside the door and burst in as soon as he heard the toilet flush.

“Hey, what’re you–”

“Sorry! I have to go pretty bad.” He pushed you out the door, his forehead soaked with sweat. “I’ll be right out!”

He shut the door. Oh, so now he was suddenly shy? You remembered the first time you walked in on him just shitting in the dark with the door open. At the time he couldn’t even fathom why you were bothered enough to make a scene. He didn’t care about common decency when it came to your body, let alone his, so this behavior was completely out of character for him. It showed how he was already cracking. Good.

You heard him grab the cup he carefully inserted in the toilet bowl that was sure to be filled with your fresh piss. Freak. He yanked the cabinet open and tore into a box before the sound of liquid being dumped into the toilet followed.

He waited a full five minutes before you heard him toss the object into the trash. You had rushed to the living room and flopped on the couch before he realized you had been listening the entire time. You pretended to take a selfie and aimed the camera toward the bathroom door. He came out looking distraught, fumbling with his fingers and gnawing on his lower lip.

“You okay?”

“Ah…yeah…” He scratched at the back of his head more roughly than usual. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve had a checkup…I was thinking about making an appointment…”

“Why? Are you feeling sick?”

“No…I feel fine, but…” He wrapped a hand around his opposite arm, cradling himself. “Maybe something’s wrong? That I didn’t know about? I never even thought it could be me…”

He wandered out of the room still mumbling to himself. 

Alright. He’d been strung along enough. Even you weren’t that cruel.

Peter was noticeably down for the next few days. He’d never been good at hiding how he felt. It was written all over his face. Even though you were together, there were moments where he was blankly staring into space. He was much more sluggish in his movements and sometimes you had to repeat yourself just so he would register what you said. He was harder to rouse out of bed and his libido had quieted down to almost nothing. He preferred to curl up next to you rather than find the fastest way to get you naked and on all fours.

He sat on the couch, wrapped in a cocoon made from your bedroom comforter. He was in the middle of a scream queen marathon. If you didn’t act on this now, there was no guarantee you would be able to get his eyes off the TV.

“Peter.”

“Mm…” His drooping eyes swiveled up to meet yours. As much as he’d been sleeping lately he still had those dark circles. Guilt gnawed at you for a split second.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. In…the bedroom.”

He looked rightfully surprised. It was rare you initiated things because he usually beat you to it. “R-right now?”

“Yeah. Like, right now.”

He threw off the blanket and you offered him a hand to help him from the couch. He squeezed his hand, as if trying to ground himself for what was to come. You led him to the bedroom and closed the door behind you. He looked around for a second before sinking down to the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know how to be sexy and lead up to this, so I’m just gonna get right to the point. I bought these restraints so I can tie your hands to the headboard." You opened your nearest drawer to tug them out. Handcuffs might’ve been the more cliché option, but you didn’t find any you really liked when you stopped by the sex shop. “I know you like it when I’m on top, but if I’m going to do that, then I need to feel like I’m in control. Most of the time you end up flipping me over anyway.”

Peter’s gaze dropped to the restraints and then up to your face. “When did you get those?”

“Hey, I thought you’d be more excited about this.” Your face burned from how embarrassed you were. “You said you were into this kind of thing.”

“Are you sure you’re alright with it, darling?” he asked softly. “I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want.”

“I won’t know unless I try, so…" You tried so hard not to take his hesitation personally. “If you don’t feel like it, that’s okay. I just noticed you’ve been really down and I wanted to cheer you up. And make you feel good. Where you don’t have to do anything but let me take care of you for once.”

The darkness ebbed away from him and it was replaced with a genuine smile. “You’re too kind…”

He stood up and you helped him out of his clothes, piece by piece. He drew you in for a kiss the moment he was naked, his tongue slipping inside your mouth so he could taste you. He was half-hard when you first approached him, but by now he was just aching for any kind of release. He humped against you a few times, chasing the sweet friction, all the while letting you guide him to the mattress so you could get him situated.

Peter was undoubtedly excited. That mile-wide grin returned to his face. He lifted his arms above his head for you and you began with a haphazard knot that resulted in failure. He was easily able to pull himself out of it. You tried again with his guidance and this time it refused to give. You made him test it multiple times with varying levels of strength and he promised that not only was it secure, but that it didn’t chafe his wrists, either.

You climbed onto the bed and hovered over him to press loving kisses on his neck, chest and stomach. Peter craned his neck to watch you and the amount of passion in that gaze of his was enough to send a spike of arousal to your core. You focused on his skin, peppering him with soft touches of your lips, your fingertips trailing along to guide you. He bucked his hips a few times and you pulled your hands off him when he did, reminding him gently that all he needed to do was relax.

Maybe there was something to this after all. Having him at your mercy made you a lot wetter than you thought it would. You dipped a finger into yourself and retrieved it to show him, his tongue lolling out of his mouth like he wanted to wind it around your fingers.

“You’re such a good boyfriend," you murmured as you straddled his waist. “So you know what, Peter? I’m going to give you a reward.”

“D-darling–!”

You grabbed hold of his cock and pushed the head of it against your folds, teasing, watching him pant and moan, more precum oozing from the tip. “I figure, hey, I’m on the pill. That should be enough, right? I haven’t been very fair to you. You want to do it raw? We’re gonna do it raw.”

“Y-yes!” The weight of your words smacked him silly and his pupils blew wide. “Please don’t tease me, I want this more than anything!”

“I– nn! –know," you mumbled. “You’re right. It feels so good when you’re inside of me and I can feel everything. I’m going to throw those boxes of condoms in the fucking trash where they belong. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, god… ”

You held your breath and sank onto him, inch by agonizing inch. You weren’t sure if your body would ever get completely used to his size, but damn it you were going to try. The more that you managed to stuff inside of you, the more you felt your lungs constrict. You had your hands planted firmly on his belly to help guide you down at your own pace. By the time he bottomed out inside of you, you found yourself gasping for air.

“Holy fuck. I-I can’t breathe–”

Peter moaned and struggled not to writhe underneath you. “G-give me a few seconds, my love, I-I need some time to adjust–”

“Mmm…no." You winced and drew yourself up just enough to slam back down on his lap. “You wanted this, Peter…so you better own up to it!”

“Wait, wait!” he shouted. “If you keep doing that, I’ll cum!”

“That’s… your problem, not mine! " You lifted your hips and grinded down when you dropped. “F-for a guy who talked big about wanting to do this…you’re really going to be a two-pump chump, huh?”

“I’m sorry! You’re just so wet, and– fuck –you’re squeezing so tight. I, hah, want this to last!”

“But you wanted…to cum inside, isn’t that right?" You went all the way up until he was outside of you, just the tip kissing your folds. “You wanted to breed me like the pervert you are!”

He didn’t have time to respond because your pussy swallowed him whole. A strangled scream died in his throat and you watched his face wrench up in a combination of pleasure and relief as he came inside you. You doubled over on top of him and sucked in a sharp breath. The slight pressure in your belly increased with every pulse and his warmth oozed out of you once it had filled every crevice inside. The rest trickled out of your hole, down onto his balls still nestled flush against you, and flecked onto the crumpled sheets.

“Feel better?" you asked him, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Great job, I’m stuffed.”

He licked his lips and moaned when you grinded into him again.

“So are you going to tell me what you’ve been up to? Or do I have to?”

He could barely make a sound, let alone form a coherent sentence. “What…what do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. I know you have a thing for cumming inside of me. Why don’t you tell me about it?”

You rocked against him to distract him on purpose. Peter looked utterly helpless. He wanted to break out of those restraints and put his hands and mouth everywhere, you knew that for a fact. But the headboard was secure and so were the knots. He made sure of that by giving you the best advice you could ask for: his own.

“You’re such a tease,” he growled playfully. “If I wasn’t tied up–”

“But you are. And I’ll sit here for as long as you need to ‘fess up." You stilled. “And if you move, then game over. I’m leaving you here by yourself.”

“Wait! Wait. Okay, honey, you drive such a hard bargain.” He grinned up at you although it seeped with frustration. “You’re right. There’s nothing more I love than filling you up so completely with me…being inside of you is heaven. I love burying in as deep as I can go and giving you that creamy center someone as sweet as you deserves~! I want to see you overflowing with my love! All I can think about is how good you would look when you’re about to burst with my cum~! You wouldn’t waste a single drop, it’ll be so cozy inside of you that it’d make a home and you would end up pregnant with our – oh, god! FUCK!”

You felt more pressure inside your abdomen, a sharp tickle, and glanced down. He was cumming. Again. You didn’t even move this time! You didn’t even know what to say. All it took was his fantasizing about knocking you up to make him lose control like that? You guessed you underestimated how much he liked the idea.

“Um…wow, okay…" You stammered. “I was expecting a little more fight from you, but…alright, then.”

You still made no move to get off. Peter was out of breath and you didn’t blame him. He did just unload into you twice in a row. Lesser men would’ve been spent the first time. It still shocked you to know that all the blood rushing to that massive thing between his legs didn't make him pass out after getting a hard-on.

“You know, I thought I was being paranoid and delusional, but I’m glad you slipped up enough that I caught you red-handed. Or else who knows what would’ve happened?” 

You lowered yourself onto his chest and pressed your cheek there, listening to the rapid pace of his heartbeat. His pectorals were slick with sweat and he trembled underneath your touch when you ghosted your hands down his sides. 

“Asking not to use a condom…sure, whatever. Lots of guys complain about it. I thought you were just being a little condescending and infantilizing me with all of the safety features you added to your apartment. But then the baby store? Really, Peter?”

You ignored the obscene squishing between your legs and started to hump against him again. “And I told you no. Didn’t I? I thought you would respect my decision, but I really feel like sometimes the only way you can think is through your dick!”

More strands of cum slipped outside of you, stringy, cold, uncomfortable. You ignored the discomfort and squeezed down on him as hard as you could to make up for how slippery it was inside of you now. You wanted him to still feel like you had him in a chokehold.

“I know what you did to my birth control, Peter! And I can bet you fucked with the condoms, too! You’re not slick. But since you want to cum inside me so bad, then I guess I’ll just have to indulge you until you get sick and tired of it.”

He gaped at you. “Y-you knew…this whole time…and you’re still letting me cum inside you? You gave in, didn’t you, darling? You want a family, too~!”

“Are you even listening to me?" You tightened up as hard as you could and his eyes began to well up with tears. “What, are you sensitive?! I bet!”

“A- ah~!”

“I knew you would like it, you’re such a creep." You picked up the pace and came down harder on him, so much that the bed bounced you up higher. “That’s twice in a row, Peter, I know you can give me three.”

You pounded him into the mattress, unrelenting, ready to milk him for all he was worth. Peter trembled and cried out the entire time, a mashup of sickly sweet compliments, declarations of love and filthy fantasies about you and your body. You drowned out his voice with your own thundering thoughts on punishing him for what he put you through.

Peter came again. So much more poured inside of you. It wasn’t enough to distend your belly, but it sure felt like it. You relished the wavering smile on his face, the snot and tears, how utterly enamored he looked at you in that moment.

“Give me another one.”

“D-darling, that’s…three times, I’m so sensitive, please–”

“If you won’t give it to me, then I’ll take it from you. It wasn’t a question.”

“O-okay! I can do it! I just…need a second!”

“Nope.”

Peter actually pulled at his restraints that time and his back arched when you continued your assault on his body. You were tired of him thinking he always had the upper hand. You weren’t the clueless little girl he treated you like sometimes. You may not have seen how depraved his love was for you until it was too late, but you weren’t going to let the rest of your lives together be controlled entirely by him. No way.

His cock struggled to keep up. He wasn’t as rock hard as before. If anything you could tell he was willing himself to keep from softening to the point where he just slipped out of you. You narrowed your eyes at him and made the decision to take a large bite on the swell of his chest. Not enough to draw blood, but the pain and the rush of endorphins that followed made him start to sob.

You moved your mouth to his nipples instead, swirling your tongue around and giving each one a harsh suck. Peter’s teeth snagged at his lower lip and broke through the skin. You resisted the urge to kiss the blood away and instead bit down on the very tip of his nipple, tugging, thrusting upward until his hips shifted and were driven into the bed.

“Mmm!” He squeezed his eyes shut and his legs trembled when you tore another orgasm out of him. 

That one didn’t feel like it was as much as the others, but how would you even be able to tell? You were leaking cum everywhere and all of the excess was pushed out with each time you rolled your hips into his. His entire lap was covered in a mixture of your juices. You hadn’t cum yet. That wasn’t your intention with this, so you didn’t care about that. You could admit you were close a few times, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“P-please…no more…”

You paused your movements. “What’s that? You wanna tap out?”

“I-I don’t have anything else. There’s nothing left. Please, darling, please! I-I’m sorry!”

You perked your brow. That was different. “Sorry for what?”

“M’sorry for…trying to get you pregnant…” he slurred, eyelids drooping. “I-I just love you so much and I want there to be evidence of our love forever.”

“Well I’m not ready for that yet. So don’t be selfish. There’s two of us in this relationship, you’re not the only one who gets to decide when we start having kids. I’m the one who has to carry them around while they fuck my body up. It’ll never be the same, Peter! Never!”

He swallowed thickly and you watched his head bob up and down. “Y-yes, dear…”

“And by the way. That bruise I had on my arm? That’s from an implant I got. I had someone slice me open and stick something in there so we can both get what we want. You get to cum in me as much as you want from now on and I get to enjoy a kid-free lifestyle. That’s called compromise, sweetie, don’t forget it.”

You finally released your hold on him and his soft cock flopped against his belly. He whimpered from the sharp contrast of your warmth and the stale air in the room. You reached out to wrap your hand around him for a test pump. You barely touched his skin before he seized up and cried out your name.

“No, no, no, please, don’t, it’s too much.”

“Relax, you big baby. You’ve put me through worse." You still hadn’t heard him use your safe word and you lowered your mouth to press a warm kiss on the tip. You couldn’t help but give the head a quick lick with a swipe of your tongue, the salty, spongy texture causing your lips to pucker.

“Hnnnghh! AHHH~!”

You expected him to give you a facial, but you were fascinated to see that not a single drop came out. Holy shit. You actually did it! You milked him dry! You inspected him closer just to make sure, removing your hands so he wouldn’t squirm and make a mess.

“Peter, I didn’t even know you had a limit. Did you?”

You looked up when he didn’t respond. You froze when you realized he was unconscious. You did that! You fucked your boyfriend so hard he passed out! You would have to brag about this anytime he did something to piss you off. You wobbled over to the top of the bed and snapped your fingers in his face, hoping he would react, but he didn’t. At least he was breathing.

Gently, you undid the restraints and guided his arms down to his sides. He had never looked so peaceful. He would definitely be getting those eight hours tonight. As messy as he was, you didn’t want to put him through any more discomfort, even if he wasn’t awake. You decided to clean him up a little later when he wasn’t so tender.

You sloughed away the film of cum and sweat from your body in the shower. Although there was so much of it, there was no way you were getting knocked up. That doctor reassured you at least ten times that if by some act of god that happened, it wouldn’t be viable anyway. That took such a huge weight off your shoulders.

You checked in on Peter routinely and when he finally did rouse from his sleep, he was completely disoriented. You climbed into bed with him and helped him sit up, pushing a pile of pillows behind his back, and handed him a glass of ice cold water to help quench his thirst.

He didn’t say anything.

“Are you mad at me?" you ventured. “I guess I got a little carried away.”

He laughed into the cup and almost spewed the water he sipped at. “I could never be angry with you.”

“Just checking. I made some dinner, I’ll bring it in here since I’m pretty sure you can’t move. I did my best to get you cleaned up when your body settled down a little bit.”

He drained the entire glass and sighed deeply, his head dropping on your chest. His skin was warm against yours, probably because earlier you threw a blanket over him so he wouldn’t be shivering. He reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours, marveling at the difference in size between your hands. 

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

“Even after that?”

“Especially because of that. You did that all for me. You put yourself through all of that pain to make me happy. And while I don’t like it when you get hurt, I can’t say I’m not touched. It just proves to me how much you love me!”

You didn’t answer. It was still really hard to cross that line, even if he had a long time ago. “Anyway, I meant what I said. Drop the pregnancy thing.”

“Don’t worry. I will. Besides…” He purred, eyes sliding shut and a flush creeping up from his neck to his cheeks. “You didn’t say never.”

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Eleven point eight inches.

You stared at the tick marks on the measuring tape. This had to be a joke. How the hell did he manage to keep that entire thing hidden from you for so long? Had you just been so blinded by lust that you hadn’t even felt it? That was a huge difference from the people in your past! There was no comparison! And how did it even fit inside you after all this time? You narrowed your eyes further and wished that the numbers would transform into something far more reasonable than that. That was just…yikes!

“Okay…that answers that.” You clicked the button and the metal was sucked back into place. “I feel like I have access to forbidden knowledge. If I could, I think I would go back in time and prevent myself from ever doing this.”

“You didn’t even say how long it was,” he chuckled, trying to draw you in for a hug. You dodged out of the way. “Besides, you don’t complain about it when I’m using it.”

“I know, that’s what’s so scary about it.” 

You flopped down onto the couch and purposefully leaned against its arm so you would have an entire side to yourself. Peter didn’t care. He took a seat next to you and scooted over until his thigh was flush against yours.

“It must be really distracting, having all of that just…there. And it’s like one giant erogenous zone. No wonder you’re horny on main like 24/7, how can you think straight trying to keep it out of sight?”

“I never really had a problem with it until you came along.” He traced hearts on your bare arm and relished the sight of the hairs standing to attention. “And you’ve been doing such a good job at keeping it under control.”

“I guess…” You were still weirded out. “And it really feels that good when you stick it inside? Like, all of it? It’s sensitive?”

“It is.” He licked his lips and you blatantly ignored his attempts to get you to look at him. “Every last inch of it. That’s why when you touch it or when you take it into your mouth, it takes every ounce of willpower not to cum right away. I know you’re tired of trying to get those stains out of my clothes.”

You huffed. “Yet you keep doing it. And even on mine. Do you know how embarrassing it was to go out in public not knowing there was a huge cumstain on the back of my shirt? I haven’t been outside since.”

If you took the time to actually face him with that scolding tone, you would’ve been brought to a full stop by his eyes. He wasn’t good at hiding how he felt in the first place. Passion was written in those baby blues in permanent ink. You were a sucker for it only because you spent a large portion of your life feeling undesirable and he was nothing if not persistent.

“Sooo…since we’re on the topic, why don’t we put it to good use?” He gave you his signature toothy grin and the appendage in question snaked out to wiggle in the air. “Talking about it really got me going.”

“Peter, one time we went out to eat, sat on the patio, and it was so hot I got swamp ass and sweat through my shorts, then you asked me to jerk you off under the table. What doesn’t get you going?”

“Cuckolding.”

“Please be serious.”

He reached out to cup your face with a (freakishly) large hand and tilted your head so you would finally face him. You did and weren’t surprised to see that love-drunk blush on his face and the drool already threatening to spill over from his mouth.

You sighed. “I really want to watch this movie, it’s been on my list for like three years and I’ve gotten to the bottom of the barrel on Netflix. I may as well give it a chance.”

“That’s fine. I don’t mind missing it. You won’t even know I’m here.”

Some women had partners who never even went down on them. You supposed you should consider yourself lucky that you not only had someone willing, but that he thoroughly enjoyed himself all the time. He made no secret in that he preferred being between your thighs.

He took your silence as consent, which it was. You had talked about it before. If you were really opposed to the idea, you would say something.

He tugged at the waistband of your sweatpants and shimmied them down your hips. With every inch of bare flesh he uncovered, his actions became that much more desperate. He unhooked the tapered bottoms from your ankles and threw them at the other end of the couch. Your panties came next, a tried and true pair that were as comfortable as they were ugly. He couldn’t care less. You could be wrapped up in garbage and he would still put you in his mouth like he was a man starved.

He spread your thighs apart and began to kiss the inside of them. You pressed play on the movie and tried to immerse yourself as best you could.

His lips were wet and warm. Every smooch he planted against your skin left a purposeful smacking sound to show you how much he enjoyed this. He kneaded his fingers into your thighs when he lowered himself to your mons pubis, keeping a feverish pace as he struggled to keep himself in check. You would have to get the stain remover on the skirt panel of the couch later.

Sometimes the best way to keep Peter from babbling during sex was to keep his mouth occupied. He parted your labia with his fingers and ran his tongue along the entire length of you. This man wasn’t about those questioning kitten licks. He went for it all, dragging every single taste bud across your slick so he could slurp it up. He was all too happy to bury his face there and get messy. He didn’t mind it at all when you grinded into his face, either. In fact, sometimes he would wrap his arms around your thighs and force you to hump against him so you could use him.

You jolted when you felt his teeth graze your clit. “Hey!”

“Just teasing…” He kissed it as an apology but the smirk on his face said otherwise.

“You said I wasn’t going to be distracted.”

“I’m sorry I’m so good at eating you out…”

“That’s not what I…you’re such an ass!” You reached down to push his head away from you but he tensed up and refused to move. “Just for that, I’m not even going to cum. Good luck.”

“You know I always like a challenge!” he responded gleefully.

He put his full weight on you and forced your legs to wrap around his shoulders. You thought about your conversation earlier and how you measured his tongue. That big boy was deep inside now, slipping past your spongy walls and searching for any kind of spot that would put you in a full body shudder. You realized your eyes had gone half-lidded and the images on the screen didn’t seem so appealing. Not when he sucked hard and gulped down every last drop that he managed to squeeze out of you.

He pulled his tongue out of you just long enough to wind them around his fingers, coating them in a heaping helping of saliva. He pressed both of them against you before pushing in without any resistance at all. You tried to tell yourself you were soaked because of the way he was devouring you, but you knew that was only half-true.

Knuckle-deep inside of you and curling his fingers upward, Peter lavished your clit with attention. Tonguing the hood and flicking the tip of his tongue against the engorged nub. He rolled it around, tracing a series of figure eights, sucking and tugging it into his mouth when his lips closed around it. All the while he kept his fingers at a steady pace.

His fingers were nice…and so was his tongue. You didn’t know at this point what you preferred. You found your hips raising off the couch and chasing after his warmth when he pulled away. He responded with a biting kiss on your thigh and he moved back down so he could try to make you cum on his tongue alone.

Your core muscles tightened as you tried to fight off the impending orgasm. Your pride was going to take a serious hit and his ego was already big enough as it was when it came to how he was in bed. He pumped his tongue inside of you, all (eleven point eight inches) of it. He never got tired despite how active it was, wiggling, stroking, searching…

You had to hold out. You were barely twenty minutes in. You missed the entire exposition. There was no going back from this. 

He sensed your tension and it only spurred him on. By now you could hear the obscene noises coming from down below, all of his suckling, moaning, slurping. Could he even breathe?

Your breath hitched the moment you felt yourself start to cum, despite all of your talk moments before. You grabbed the crown of his head and shoved him between your legs further, nails raking his scalp. You wanted all of that warmth to yourself. Peter didn’t resist at all and even did you one better by grinding his face into you when you bore down on his tongue. You weren’t sure why you were so sensitive. You squeezed your thighs against his head as hard as you could, chasing that dizzying pleasure. You arched your back and bit your lip, eyes rolling into the back of your head, chest heaving and every muscle in your body contracting all at once. You kept him pinned there while riding out the aftershocks, the short twitches that lasted milliseconds before all your strength was wiped out by his tongue.

Your head hit the back of the couch and your legs splayed open. You waited for his cheeky quip about how he proved you wrong, but nothing came. 

“Peter?”

Nothing. You tried to catch your breath and forced yourself to sit up, your legs still feeling like jelly the entire time.

“Oh my god!”

It was ten o’ clock at night in the emergency room and outside this quiet room was an entire floor filled with disgruntled doctors, overworked/underpaid nurses, and patients who were either in dire need of help or really had to find a better way to spend their weeknight. You waited for almost an hour to even be brought back and another forty-five minutes to get the imaging done.

Your doctor swept in with a nervous intern trailing after her. She reached over to the hand sanitizer dispenser on the wall and pumped a generous amount onto her palms before rubbing it in. Her sterilized hand slapped a photo up on the film viewer and her intern was all too quick to flip the switch. Blue light illuminated the close-ups she had taken of Peter’s cervical vertebrae. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to be looking at, but judging by the expression on their face, the news wasn’t terrible.

“X-rays came back normal. No broken bones, so that’s always good. Not that I expected any, but it doesn’t hurt to check.”

You let out the breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding. “So it’s just strain?”

“A little overexertion. Nothing we can't fix.” The attending physician spared you both a look. “And how did you say this happened?”

Your face burned. You shot Peter a look that told him to not even go there.

“I slept wrong,” was all he offered her.

She frowned. “Alright. If you don’t mind, I’d like to speak with my patient alone. Just for a quick second. If you could step out into the hall?”

Ah, fuck. You knew they would think you were the one who was responsible for this. Well, you were, but not in the way they thought. At least she didn’t outright accuse you.

“Sure. I’ll be right back.”

You exited the room. Peter looked unperturbed as the intern closed the door behind you. You couldn’t hear what she was saying. You had an idea. She was likely grilling him for the “real” reason and asking if he needed help or some resources for intimate partner violence. You could imagine how offended he would be with any kind of inference that you were the one who hurt him. That part did give you some relief.

The intern cracked the door open and poked their head out. “You can come back in.”

You trailed into the room. You wondered if Peter spilled the beans. He really didn’t have any sense of social etiquette and you were the one who had to keep him in check. He would say or do things that were mortifying. You knew that she was a doctor and didn’t especially care about your sex life. You knew that for an accurate diagnosis you should’ve been up front about it. It was just awkward to say it out loud.

“I’m going to prescribe the horse pill, sorry. Those eight hundred milligram tablets of ibuprofen aren’t fun to swallow, but it’ll help with the inflammation. You’ll take one tablet every eight hours as needed. Take it with milk or a little bit of food to avoid an upset stomach. I’ll also give you one of those neck braces to help limit your range of motion. And I would advise against any…strenuous activities for the next few weeks.”

You gritted your teeth. You knew it! He squealed!

“If the pain doesn’t let up after a week or so, I’d make an appointment with your primary. But you guys are good to go. I’m going to have my nurse fetch the discharge paperwork and we’ll get you home.”

She exited the room. The intern wouldn’t even look you in the eye. You sank down onto the world’s most uncomfortable couch pushed up against the wall and crossed your arms.

“She knew I was lying, and you know I hate doing that.”

“I’m not mad about it…not really. I’m just pissed off that this happened in the first place.” You looked down at your hands, which you'd slipped between your thighs to warm them up in this freezing room.

“But I’m fine! You heard the doctor.”

You frowned. “Peter, it’s just… I knew there was a size difference between us, I just never really noticed it until now. You barely eat anything and you’re super tall, so you’re already on the thin side. Sometimes I get genuinely scared I’m going to hurt you during sex - and look what happened tonight!” Your shoulders drooped. “I just think we need to put a pin in it for now. I’m not trying to hurt you every time you go down on me. You’re way more fragile than I am. The last thing I want to do is put my needs before your safety.”

At least he knew you well enough not to push the issue, though you could tell there was so much running through his mind. It didn’t matter. You waited another awkwardly silent fifteen minutes before someone swung by to get the legal stuff out of the way so you could leave.

You knew you didn’t have to actually worry, because Peter recovered quickly from any kind of injury, no matter how surface level or grievous it seemed. His neck was back to normal within a few days. 

He hinted a few times that he wanted to have sex. You were still too shaken up to go through with it and told him outright that it wasn’t happening. You did feel bad for him. He had a high sex drive that you could barely keep up with in the first place. Rejecting him again and again should’ve hurt him more than it did. He was a patient man, so he would bide his time until you cracked.

You had just woken up from a lazy weekend nap when you felt him kissing you. His lips ghosted over your shoulder and back, soaking in your excess warmth. He wrapped an arm around you and caged you in with his legs. You could feel how hard he already was when it pressed up against your backside.

“Darling, can we…?”

He already had his hand in your underwear. Might as well.

“Okay…”

He thanked you by playing with your folds and he let out an appreciative hum when it grew slick to the touch. He gave you the smallest of love bites along your shoulders and kept you as close as physically possible so he could rut into you. Every thrust was accompanied with a flick of your clit and you melted into him the moment he slipped his fingers inside.

“You wanna be on top?” He licked the shell of your ear, leaving it a little too wet for your liking. “I love it when you look down on me when you’re bouncing on my cock.”

Instant mood killer. “What? No. Stop.”

His hand stilled but was still nestled in your underwear. “Why?”

All you saw were flashes of that day when he slumped against the couch and you struggled to wake him up. Nothing filled you with more panic than the thought that you might’ve killed your boyfriend by busting his head open like a melon. You remembered when he finally regained consciousness and you all but rushed him into the car. You slammed on the pedal so the ride to the hospital was as short as possible and hoped he didn’t suffer any major brain damage from being deprived of oxygen for those precious few seconds. Those emotions were still very real and very raw.

“I already told you I was self-conscious about my weight, I’m not doing any of that.” You peeled yourself out of his grip and bent down to grab your discarded pants. “I’m starfishing if you try anything else.”

“I thought you just meant I couldn’t go down on you. You won’t be on top anymore?”

“No. I’m afraid of squishing you now.”

You left the room and Peter watched you go. You heard him groan and reach for the trusty bottle of lotion near the bed. (He bought the exact same scent you used because he was a freak.) It was his best friend on days you weren’t feeling like getting your guts rearranged for the next couple of hours. 

You knew you were being unreasonable, to a fault. The first few times you had sex it was incredibly awkward because of how different you were. He was lanky, thin, bony, even. You were not. You had enough extra cushioning on your body for him to grope, grab and squeeze as much as he pleased. He told you that it just meant there was “more for him to love” which wasn’t as reassuring as it sounded on paper. You were heavy. You weren’t petite or dainty, you weren’t at a size where he could pick you up and handle you the way he obviously wanted to.

You thought you'd gotten over these intrusive thoughts because there was an abundance of evidence telling you that this man was driven crazy by you despite how you looked. The incident with him getting injured, though…it showed you that no matter how comfortable you got, there were still some things that couldn’t be resolved with pretty words.

As someone who was around the man more than what was considered healthy, you noticed some things right away.

Peter was spending more than an hour at the gym. He used to rush there and rush home so he wouldn’t be apart from you. Now he was much sweatier and overworked when he came back into your shared living space. He would carry a towel around his neck, dump his bag on the floor next to the front door, and make a beeline for you so he could wrap you in a sweaty embrace.

“Peter, you stink–”

He responded by squeezing you tighter. You were going to suffocate if he didn’t let you go. Was this how he felt when you nearly killed him?

“I had a great workout today, I was really motivated! I think I’ve put on some muscle. Here, feel.”

You legitimately could not tell a difference when he curled your hand around his bicep.

“Um…I guess.”

He beamed at you. “You’ll see more results. I promise. I’ve been lifting way more than before.” He moved away from you and then paused before he could get too far. “Want to join me in the shower~?”

“No. Last time we had to scrub the ceiling because of you.”

When you went out grocery shopping and had to lug the bags into your apartment, he stacked them all around his arms. He refused your help when he nearly toppled over from their combined weight and promised you he could do it. He bought some dumbbells to keep at home and during his chats with his editor he would do bicep curls. He even told you stories about how he managed to talk to one of the regulars at the gym to spot him when he was on the bench, which was uncharacteristically social of him.

You had an idea of what he was trying to prove. It wasn’t as if he was being subtle about it.

When that tactic didn’t work out as well as he hoped, he tried a more hands-on approach. You were rearranging the furniture in the living room because he said he wanted a change. You didn’t mind at all. There was nothing wrong with trying something new. You ended up dragging the furniture this way and that, trying to position it in a way where it was comfortable and functional.

You crossed the room so you could get a drink of water. You didn’t notice he was behind you until he crashed into you and knocked the breath out of your lungs.

“Ow, what the fuck?!”

You expected to fall onto the floor and end up with giant bruises on your body. You weren’t sure how to react when you realized that Peter’s arms were around you and that you ended up on top of him. Did you really fall on him with your full weight? You frantically tried to push him away so you could check for broken ribs or something, but he refused to let you go. If anything he wrapped his arms around your back even tighter.

“Oops~ I’m so clumsy! I tripped.”

“On what ? The carpeted floor?”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.

“Okay, Peter…let me up.”

“Mm…”

“Peter!”

You grabbed his hands which had been wandering along your back and playing with the hem of your shirt. You forced yourself into a sitting position and pinned his arms above his head so he would stop touching you. You realized what he’d tricked you into doing the minute you felt something warm splatter against your crotch.

“Seriously?!”

He panted and trembled. “I couldn’t help it. You feel so good on top of me.”

You rolled off him and he whimpered as he tried to crawl after you. You ignored his outstretched hand and went straight to the fridge to pour yourself a glass of water as you originally intended. He regretted busting inside of his jeans and shuffled off with a staggering gait. He had to wipe himself off and change into something clean. You didn’t have any sympathy for him at all. The amount of dirty laundry you had to do in a given week was hardly mind-boggling when he pulled shit like this all the time.

Peter touted the fact that he was an open book with you. And sure, there were times when he was a little TOO honest. For example, he once admitted after a few rum and cokes that he would steal your hair from the drain at your old apartment so he could have it made into a ring. His excuse? He wanted to always have a piece of you with him. (That cremation jewelry business was stunned when he contacted them and they had since blocked his number. Way to go, Peter! You creeped out someone who crafted rings made from people’s ashes.) 

So needless to say, you only grew more suspicious when he dropped the issue. He was up to something. You just knew it.

Even though it was pretty rad that you had complete control over Peter at times and he would gladly take the role of sugar daddy if you asked, you didn’t want to waste away inside your home. You only worked part-time because being away from him during the day drove him crazy. The man had separation anxiety like no other. Maybe you should’ve tried harder not to encourage his possessive behavior. Although…at this point, he was the calmest he’d ever been and you didn’t want to risk him going off the deep end again.

Peter was supposed to record videos all week. You were a little weirded out when you came home and he was nowhere to be found. There was a note on the counter that said he went to pick up his medication. Hmm. He usually waited for you to get home so you could go together.

You stood in the doorway of the living room and noticed something new. A recliner? When did he get that? He had mentioned a couple of times that he was interested in replacing some of his old furniture since his current set reminded him of his life before you. You didn’t think he would make an impulse buy without you, though.

You got a little closer to inspect it further. Maybe it was for a product review? Seemed like a pretty big purchase to give over to him, even if his channel had grown significantly since he met you. 

Black faux leather. Nothing fancy about it. It looked comfortable enough. The seat was wide enough that you'd be able to actually relax in it and not feel like you were spilling over the edges. You ran your finger along the material and pressed against it, watching as your finger sank in and left an indent even when you pulled away.

Before you could relax, you needed to change out of your work clothes. You wandered to your shared bedroom and tossed them into a haphazard pile on the floor. Washing off all the makeup from the day, combing through your hair, freeing your chest from your bra…you already felt ten times better the second you stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a fresh set of pajamas.

You weren’t sure when he’d be back. He didn’t say whether he was picking up something for dinner. You checked your phone and didn’t see any new texts from him. Weird.

Curiosity got the better of you and you found yourself standing in front of the chair again. Was there something special about it? Maybe it was the most comfortable thing you'd ever sit on in your life.

“Fuck it,” you muttered and plopped down on the seat.

It felt pretty sturdy. You tested out the armrests. You leaned back and sank into the headrest. The TV was on for some mindless background noise as you scrolled through your phone. You curled up and wished you had a blanket to drape over you for the extra comfort. You could probably crash out here if you wanted to. A little bit of a nap might make it so you weren’t as grumpy for the rest of the night. 

You stretched your arms above yourself and stretched, making a weird noise, when you heard something that sounded like laughter.

What. The. Hell!

You sprang off the chair. Where was it? Peter hid another damn camera in the living room and you were going to find it. You told him repeatedly that you didn’t like him acting like a huge voyeur when you weren’t expecting it. He wanted to watch you get off by yourself? Sure, fine, whatever. But you were in your headspace, trying to zone out! You didn’t need to sit there and worry that he was jerking off somewhere remotely while you didn’t even suspect it.

The noise sounded muffled. Oh, okay. That was why he dragged this GIANT, CONSPICUOUS chair in the living room. So subtle. You got down on your hands and knees and went to lift the skirt up so you could snatch that spy cam and throw it out the window where it belonged.

As soon as you touched it, you fell backwards with a shout.

The chair broke apart in front of your eyes and you would be damned if your boyfriend Peter didn’t stand up with pieces of it strapped to various parts of his body. The arms of the chair were secured around his own. The seat? Oh, that had been on his lap. And the headrest popped open into two pieces so his head burst through like that one scene in every Alien movie. He cackled and crouched before you, the surreal sight causing you to second-guess whether this was even reality.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you screamed. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Got you!” He grinned at you and didn’t seem to notice or care that you were furious with him. “See that? You sat on me for a full twenty minutes and I didn’t even break a sweat! I can deal with you on top of me!”

“Are you out of your damn mind?!”

“Always for you.” He drew up to his full height. “I’m so glad this worked. I thought you weren’t going to buy it. But you did! Oh boy, I’m so excited! I can’t wait for you to ride me again. What should we start out with? 69? Cowboy? Reverse cowboy? Lotus?”

“How much did you spend on that?!”

“It doesn’t matter. It was priceless.” His eyes lit up. “I know! Something we haven’t tried yet. You can sit on my face!”

That comment alone marked the first day of three that Peter was banished to the couch.

When you were alone in your bedroom, pretending not to hear him moaning your name in the living room while jerking himself off with a pair of your used panties, you opened up an incognito tab on your phone. Could you even do it safely? Porn wasn’t realistic by any means but it wasn’t as if there was a reliable library of people having sex purely for educational purposes. You scrolled through the dramatized thumbnails and clicked on one with a woman who was about your size.

Oh, great. The titles were a lot of fun.

DESPERATE FATTY RIDES MY FACE TIL I CUM!

BBW fuckmeat smothers me with BIG JUICY ASS!

Ferocious face fucking!

Not to mention the most creative of them all: Fatsitting.

Most of these women had some serious balls to get into sex work. You certainly didn’t. Most of the comments on the videos were positive, though a few voiced their disgust with how they looked. The sex itself was aggressive. They sat on these guys’ faces without even letting them breathe. It was obviously an act when the guy was kicking and screaming into her. It still made you uncomfortable.

You watched a slew of them and tried to find any that looked appealing and none did. All you could picture in your mind’s eye was plopping down on Peter’s face and snapping his neck instantly. He would die doing what he loved, and as a widow you would be forever haunted by him as a horny ghost. There was no way that man would die before you and not find a way to ensure you never even looked at another person again.

You didn’t want this relationship to feel one-sided. Oh, aside from the fact that the man invaded your personal space for months without your knowledge, and that he all but forced you into reciprocating his intense desire for you in the beginning of your relationship. You were in love. It was as simple as that. Right? You should’ve put more effort into exploring things with him. Right?

You wracked your brain for a solution. You worried needlessly, though, because you came home from work and saw Peter in the middle of piecing something together in your bedroom.

“Darling!” He dropped the allen wrench in his hand. “Welcome home. How was work?”

“It was okay. What’re you doing?”

He chuckled and scooted away from his work in progress. “I’ve been a little…pushy about wanting you on top of me. And I know you’re worried! I love you, I really do, and nothing makes me happier than knowing you care so much about me. I can’t force you to face your fears, but what I can do is make it a little less intimidating for you! I did some research on my own and bought this!”

There was a cardboard box shoved against the wall. A packet of instructions with diagrams that never made assembly any easier, no matter how much technical writers would try to convince you otherwise.

“Here…” He clambered to his feet and handed you a glossy photo that came from inside the box stuffed with packing peanuts.

You ran your eyes over the picture first and were a little taken aback. That was a chair. Yes. But not one that you would find in anyone’s living room. Aside from a sliver of faux leather in a crescent shape, there was no seat. The entire bottom half of it was wide open. It didn’t look very big at all, and judging by the pieces on the floor, it wasn’t going to be.

“What is this?”

“There’s a lot of names for it. I guess the closest would be queening…chair? Most of them come like a glorified box without a back for you to lean on, but I wanted you to be comfortable. It’s low to the ground so I can slide right under it. It came in a few pieces so I’m setting it up. And before you say anything, I checked the weight capacity and I promise you’re nowhere near it!”

He looked ridiculously proud of himself. You had to admit, he was persistent. His thoughtfulness managed to put a smile on your face.

“I haven’t seen you look like that for days,” he sighed in relief. “Why don’t you go relax while I finish this up?”

You dropped down to your knees and planted a kiss on his brow, earning a pleasant shudder from him. “Thanks, Peter. It’s still a little intimidating, but…it’s worth a try. Especially since you went through all the trouble of trying to find middle ground.”

His energy renewed with your encouragement, he went back to tightening everything up. The last thing he wanted was for you to break the chair in the middle of sex and put you on the path to mortification all over again. 

You spent a little more time in the shower, scrubbing away and losing yourself in your thoughts. Peter wasn’t the type of guy who was…particular about your level of cleanliness, which was a little concerning sometimes. He was fine if you hadn’t showered in days. You only entertained him a few times and he would never let you live that down. Still, if you were going to be seated on that thing, you needed to be confident that you cleaned up well.

You stepped out from the shower and went to reach for a towel, only to find it was missing. Even the ones in the nearby cabinet were all gone.

“Peter!” you called out the door. “Where are all the towels?”

He wasn’t responding. You groaned and grabbed the robe that hung onto the back of the door so the air didn’t eat away at the warmth you'd gained from the shower. You found him in the exact same place he’d been before. He was nose-deep in the instruction manual. You knew he was in deeper concentration than normal because he was nibbling on his finger.

“Hey.” You bent down and draped yourself over him, pulling him into the robe. Well, as much as you could, anyway. “Where are the towels, lover boy?”

He chuckled nervously. “Uh, well…remember last month I told you I would call a plumber to fix the kitchen sink? I kind of forgot about it and it made a huge mess. I fixed it, though.”

You rested your chin in the crook of his neck. Your hands wrapped around his front and groped at his chest, tweaking one of his nipples. “Sorry I’ve been such a spaz lately.”

“You don’t have to apologize, honey. You were just worried about me, is all. Can’t say I’m angry with you at that! No one’s ever cared about me as much as you do…”

It hurt more than it should have because you knew he was right. He was a loner throughout his entire life and his complex relationship with his family meant he couldn’t rely on them. He took care of himself and didn’t need anyone until he met you. You knew it wasn’t exactly normal to find comfort in that, but you did. 

You curled him tighter to your chest and kissed his cheek. “Come with me.”

He didn’t protest and you grasped his hands and led him over to the chair. He had it fully pieced together and it was sturdy enough. He must have just been reading over the pamphlet to make sure it was done correctly. He sank down into the faux leather and gazed up at you with that familiar mix of adoration and desire.

“You’re giving it a test run. So we can be sure it’s good to go.” You dropped to your knees and hooked your thumb around his boxer briefs. He only wore those and a t-shirt after he was done recording for the day. He shuddered and gripped the arms of the chair while arching his back so he could meet your touch easier. “You trust your own work?”

“Of course, I’d never…nnn…”

You palmed him over his boxers. He was already rock-hard. It was heavy in your hands and you rubbed your thighs together when you thought about how easy it slipped inside of you these days. Peter dug his heels into the carpet and whimpered your name when you pressed small, gentle kisses along the entire length of him. Warm, thick, already pinned to his lower belly from how turned on he was…you wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t do things to you.

“It’s fun having you this close to the ground. Usually you tower over me.” You kissed the spot you'd been stroking at a leisurely pace. “Let’s get you situated so you’re not uncomfortable later.”

You dragged the boxers down his thighs and unhooked them around his ankles, throwing them across the room. 

“You want to help me out?” You needed more than your mouth to make sure he was wet enough for you to jerk him off. You weren’t leaving him for a second, not even to grab the lube.

He grinned at you in response and his tongue flopped out from between his jaws. Saliva ran down to the tip and drizzled all over his cock. You pumped him a few times to spread it along every inch of him and he was dripping wet by the time he was done. He panted and watched you wrap your index finger and thumb around him and take him into your mouth, no hesitation in slurping up the spit shine he gave beforehand.

This man’s pre-cum was already overflowing from the tip, bubbling and begging you to catch it with your tongue. You lapped it up with a long drag from base to tip and then fastened your mouth over him, swirling your tongue along the spongy, soft head with just the right amount of suction to make him tremble.

“Darling…”

“Mmhm? Nngh…slk…hah…”

Getting him off this way was really a two-handed job. He was too big for you to fit entirely in your mouth and throat despite the many, many times you tried. He didn’t care at all. He could cum from you looking at him a certain way, he didn’t need you to choke on his dick to get off. The amount you could fit into your mouth was given the royal treatment. Lots of licking, sucking, kissing, slurping, sliding your tongue along every throbbing vein, flicking around his frenulum, dipping the tip of your tongue into the slit still dribbling pre-cum. You weren’t worried about how sloppy the noises were because he enjoyed every moment of it, especially when you moaned around him and sent a vibrato along his skin. 

Your hands were busy stroking, pressing his sensitive spots, fondling his balls, sometimes even using the excess spit and cum to slip a finger inside his ass and curl it upwards until he came against his will. He was fun to play with and took whatever you wanted to give him.

You sometimes spared a glance upward and you were rewarded with either a feral grin or a fucked out expression where he was so lost in the sauce he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

You already knew his tell for when he was about to cum. His thighs trembled and he thrust upwards into your mouth. You pinned him in place so he didn’t end up choking you. You swallowed around him and waited for the thick, bitter, acrid taste of his cum to start spurting against your tongue and back of your teeth. Some of it didn’t quite make it down your throat and dribbled out the sides of your mouth, running down the column of your throat and slipping between your breasts.

“I love you, I love you so much, oh god, oh fuck–”

He slipped out of your mouth and you coughed into your closed fist. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand to get rid of the snot and reflexive tears. 

You kissed him on his inner thigh and didn’t miss the way he flinched. “It looks like the chair held up after all. Great job, handyman.”

“I can’t…wait to get started,” he managed to pant out. “Your turn, sweetie!”

You helped him up since you could tell his legs felt like they were made of jello. Although you trusted him and his judgment, the act of sitting down on that chair was something else entirely. You shed the robe you wore and kicked it aside when it fell into a heap. You lowered onto the seat and closed your legs when your ass hit the thin strip of faux leather that was supposed to keep you from falling through the hole. 

“You’re not relaxed. I can tell,” he chuckled. “Don’t hold any of your weight back. And…let’s open these up, hm?”

He rubbed his palms on your knees and spread them apart for you. You didn’t resist. It was still embarrassing to be looked at like this. He was ready to eat you alive if given the chance, and tonight was no different. He chomped at his lower lip, swallowed thickly, and gazed up at you with his irises already clouded.

“I’m gonna scoot under. Remember what I said. It’ll hold, so don’t tense up so much.”

He ducked underneath the chair and you watched his head disappear. The only part of him you could see was his torso and his dick already throbbing and angry, flattened against his belly and smearing more pre-cum along his skin.

This was so weird. You tried not to think about how you could feel his warm breath fan against you. You were already soaked from earlier and you could feel your slick spread across your thighs each time you shifted. You couldn’t see him but you just imagined his starstruck expression.

“Do you need a pillow or something? For your head?”

You heard his muffled laughter below you. “No. This is perfect. Now let go of your weight.”

You did and half-expected to sink through the hole in the chair completely, but your labia came to a full stop by…his face. You gasped in surprise and went to stand up, but he called your name to stop you. This was so embarrassing. You squeezed your eyes shut when you felt your lower lips spread apart and nestle along his nose and mouth, every curve and bump of his face now grinding up against you.

He took a deep inhale and kissed your pussy. His lips were wet and slippery, probably from his drool and your cum from earlier. He wasn’t going to use his tongue just yet. He savored the feeling of you pressed hard against his face, nowhere for him to go, nothing for him to do but breathe you in and taste all you had to give.

You tried not to worry so much and concentrated on the sensations you felt. His mouth was warm. He was obviously enjoying himself. In the quiet room the only sound was of him going to work. Running his tongue along your folds, sucking each lip into his mouth. He buried himself as far as he could go, urging your clit to grind down on him, his face shining and wet. You could hear every long drag of his tongue eagerly soaking in the taste of you. Peter brought his hands up to spread your cheeks apart even wider, baring all of him to you.

“How does it feel, darling?” His voice rumbled in his chest and he didn’t wait for an answer before he dove back in to slide his tongue side to side, the wet sound causing your ears to burn.

“Good…” you admitted, voice shaky. “It feels good.”

“I told you it would. I’m okay, I can take it. So keep relaxing.”

You hadn’t realized you were still tense. The muscles in your thighs went lax and you felt Peter’s fingers dig into the fat of them as he held you in place. The chair wasn’t supporting you as much. It was him. He grunted in approval and rewarded you by circling the tip of his tongue around your clit, pushing the hood back, ghosting over the nub in figure eights and semi-circles.

He hit a particularly sensitive spot and you jerked in response, not giving him any warning at all. He didn’t care when you thrust into his mouth. If anything he relished it, sucking hard on your skin, eating you alive, refusing to stop even when you found your hips start to gyrate on his face.

It became harder to resist grinding down on him. He was so warm, wet…and he knew what he was doing after so many hours between your legs.

“Your tongue. Inside. Now.”

He didn’t say anything though you were sure you heard him laugh at how demanding you were. He didn’t want to tease, not when he could be tongue-deep inside of you instead. You couldn’t even stifle the moan in time when he buried that fat, wiggling muscle all the way to the hilt. He filled every inch of you inside. You were breathless. You squeezed around his tongue and rocked against him, getting sick satisfaction from the way his nose kept bumping against your clit. Why did it have to feel so good to use him like this?

You wanted so much more of that delicious friction. You sank down onto him further and he let out a sound of delight. Licking, tasting, touching, squeezing. He never got tired. He never stopped until he could feel you start to squirm. Your breathing was shallow. Your heart pounded and thudded in your ears. You found your hips thrusting against his face so you could feel the length of his tongue slip in and outside of you.

“Peter…mmph! ”

The orgasm didn’t give you time to warn him. It crashed down on you before you realized what was happening, your body going into a series of aftershocks that had you rocking and bearing down as hard as you could. Peter moaned your name and the pressure of you around his tongue made him cum all over his belly and chest. The sight of him getting off to you really did it. You humped against him and rode it all out, his messy slurps and sucking noises filling your body with a pleasant static.

You huffed and could barely hold yourself up. You did it. You put your full weight on him. And judging by the way he was fisting his cock, he was still alive. You laughed breathlessly and felt him slip his tongue out, dragging it out as much as he could. His tongue flopped out and hit his chin and he licked his lips, smacking them together and no doubt eyeing the mess you made on top of him.

You slumped against the back of the chair. Peter crawled out from underneath you and you tried not to stare at his heart-shaped pupils. 

“Honey, you did great!”

“Me? You’re the one who…I mean, are you okay?” You looked for any signs of discomfort on his face and found there was none.

“Are you kidding? I loved it.” He gestured down to his torso which was completely covered in cum. “This is what you do to me.”

You had to admit you felt a little proud of that fact. “The feeling’s mutual, you know?” You spread your legs a little wider and his eyes traveled down to the mess between your legs. “I can, um…definitely see the appeal.”

He smirked. “Are you sure you don’t need another demonstration?”

Your mind said no, but your body said yes. “Hmm…if you’re offering, I won’t turn you down…”

“Great! Because I want this out of the way.” He reached down to grab your hand and all but dragged you to the bed, but not before he shoved the queening chair backwards with his heel and watched it topple over.

“Hey, that can’t have been cheap–”

Peter didn’t care. He yanked the comforter off so it wouldn’t get in the way. He jumped on top of the bed and you tried very hard not to laugh when he bounced and his dick smacked against his belly. He wormed his way to the very top near the headboard and tucked a pillow under his head. You saw where he was going with this.

“You got a feel for it, so let’s do the real thing!”

You did feel a little more confident about it. “Okay…”

Despite your reluctance, the minute you sank onto the bed and crawled on top of him, you were reminded of how much you loved looking down and seeing his full range of perverted expressions. He was shameless and never had any qualms about showing you the less than ideal version of himself. That was probably one of the things you loved most about him.

“Ready?” he beamed up at you.

You squatted above his chest, a little self-conscious of how much of a mess you were making by dripping all over his skin. “Yeah, I think so.”

“If you need help, darling, all you have to do is ask.”

He put his hands on your hips and squeezed, his face wrenching up in pleasure when he realized he made you whimper from surprise. You crawled further upwards and he was there to guide you, inching along, your knees pinning him to the mattress from either side. You were mindful of how much weight you held above him when you hovered directly over his face. You couldn’t see him but imagined he was staring up at your dripping pussy and licking his lips.

“You’re perfect.” He gave your hips a small tug. “Now sit on my face and ride me ‘til you scream.”

He was ready and oh-so willing, how were you supposed to argue with that? You managed to shift most of your weight on your thighs. You sank down onto him and exhaled shakily, inching closer to his waiting mouth. As soon as your labia settled along his lips, he grinned against your skin and flicked his tongue out to lap up the remaining juices sticking to your thighs.

This was…oh. This was different. This was…so good. If you thought using the chair was nice, then you were missing out, because right now there was no hesitation whatsoever. 

When you were seated on that thing, Peter had to bury his face into you and you didn’t want to let go. But this…this was you making the conscious effort to smother him between your thighs. 

He sucked at your clit and lapped between your folds, the sinuous sounds of his tongue slipping inside of you bringing you to ruin. You curled your palms around the headboard to steady yourself and started a slow grind on his face. His tongue followed every moment you made, so eager to taste you, begging you to go harder, hump faster, let him bury deeper inside of you. You squirmed against his touch. His skin was hot and slick to the touch, his lips fastened over you so he could suck every last drop from you and leave you wanting more. You arched your back and pressed more of your weight into him until he groaned. He might’ve called your name but you couldn’t hear him when his mouth was stuffed full of you, you, you. 

You liked this. You liked using every feature on his face for your own gain. Those eyes wouldn’t focus on anything but the sight of you gazing down at him with your face wrenched up in agonizing pleasure. He wouldn’t hear anything but the exchange of saliva and your cum, juicy, splattering against his chin and lips, soaking his entire face. Breathing you in and craving more of you, seeking you out, chasing after that high. He would feel the slippery folds of your pussy drag across his nose, lips and chin, every shift in texture only there to force you closer to your orgasm. 

His tongue was so wet, warm…there was so much of it and it was all for you. Only for you. He hadn’t done this with anyone else and never would. You wondered if there was something fucked up about how much enjoyment you got out of that thought. He couldn’t care less about anyone else on the planet; for him, he was completely gratified and satisfied with you using him in any way you wanted…

Your eyes squeezed shut and a silent scream was trapped in your throat when you came. Peter didn’t care if you were hypersensitive. He knew what happened. You were sure he felt it when you clenched around his tongue and gushed all over his face. He continued to lap at you, purposefully avoiding your abused and tender clit, instead focusing on slipping in and out of you in a rapid pace until–

“Peter! ”

You came again. Your body jerked and wracked against him, smothering his face with all you had to give. You squeezed your thighs around his head and all of your worries from earlier faded when you felt him continue to drink up all of the cum that ran down his lips and chin, moaning and grunting underneath you, thrusting upward until you felt his hips raise off the bed and his heels dig into the mattress. Another hands-free orgasm courtesy of yours truly.

You slumped against the headboard, gasping for air, body hunched and thighs trembling. Sweat ran down the curve of your back and down your forehead, blurring your vision for a moment before a slight sting took over. You were able to wipe it away with the back of your hand before trailing your fingers down your breasts and stomach. You memorized the warmth of your skin and soaked in the moment of your afterglow.

You tried to pick yourself off him and nearly fell off the bed from how boneless your limbs felt. You flopped onto your back and stared at the ceiling. You couldn’t muster up any energy to say something even though your mind was flooded with affectionate thoughts.

He sat up and you felt him nestle beside you. His cheek was hot to the touch and you were sure you'd find him bright red if you had the strength to sneak a peek. He pillowed his face against one of your breasts and reached over to palm the other.

“That was…pretty awesome,” you managed to breathe out.

“I’d say it was a little more than that, considering how you couldn’t even get a sound out~”

“I’m too exhausted to banter with you.” You pulled his hand from your chest and entwined his fingers with yours. “I guess this means the chair was kind of a waste. I mean, we only ended up using it once.”

“Don’t worry about it! I can definitely sell it.”

“Peter, no. I came on that thing. Like, a lot.”

He huffed against your skin. “Fine, I’ll list it as ‘gently used’.”

“If you’re serious, I’m sterilizing it. And you’d better not try to do something gross like lick it clean beforehand.”

He didn’t answer. You saw his breathing even out and rolled your eyes. He was seriously avoiding your comment by pretending to be asleep? You knew him better than that. You shifted in your spot like you were about to get up and leave the bed and his grip on you only tightened. Busted.

“Hey, don’t ignore me. I mean it!”

A few days later, you and Peter were walking past his gym when someone flagged you down. You had no idea who he was, but he seemed friendly enough.

“Hey man, I haven’t seen you around lately!”

He chuckled and curled an arm around your waist so he could press you flush against him. “I don’t really need to go that much anymore. I got what I needed done.”

The stranger’s eyes trailed to you. “Oh. Oh! Nice. I’m glad it worked out for you. I’ll let the rest of the guys know, they’ll be pumped to hear it.”

He waved and disappeared inside the double doors before running up to a few guys that lingered near the front. You watched him nod and point in your direction. All of their eyes fell on you. Peter didn’t seem to notice their faces nearly pressed up against the window while they watched you leave.

“Did you tell those gymbros that you were trying to get buffer so I’d sit on your face?”

“Um…uh, I-I just asked for some friendly advice.” That nervous sweat said otherwise. “They were wondering why I was going so often. I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough. They were the ones who suggested showing you I could handle your weight. Okay, the fake chair idea was all me, but it’s fine, I won’t be seeing any of them again now that we got through it.”

That made you feel a little better. “So long as they were the only ones you told.”

Silence.

“Peter???”

“Y-yes, darling?”

“Who else did you talk about it with?”

“No one! Well, just a few people. B-but I swear, it’s not what you’re thinking! I was just so worried and kind of at my wit’s end. I needed advice and my subscribers could see I was a little…lackluster with my reviews, so–”

“You told your subscribers that you were trying to convince me to get on top of you during sex?”

He swallowed and turned into the nearest alley so you were out of earshot from the people around you. “When you put it that way, it sounds bad, but I promise it was done with the best intentions! My audience isn’t the type to make a big deal out of this sort of thing. They’ve been nothing but supportive and respectful of our relationship, even if I…heh, kind of gush a bit about you sometimes…”

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it but you could see his fingers twitching as if he was struggling not to peek at it.

“Peter…what’s the notification for?”

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” 

He didn’t resist when you reached inside his jacket and pulled it out for yourself. “You’re trending on Twitter right now.”

“U-um, I’m sure it’s from…the last review…”

“With the hashtag ‘Happy Smothers Day ’?”

“Wait! Honey?! Where are you going?!”

“I’m getting myself a damn chastity belt and swallowing the key! I’d get you one, but your big dumb dick would probably bust through it like wet tissue paper!”

Chapter Text

If there was one word you would use to describe Peter (well, a nice word, because there were a few other colorful choices you could pick with ease), it would be devoted. 

From the moment he introduced himself to you, you came to realize that you were the most important person in his life. Others might have found that a little alarming considering he was supposed to be a stranger, someone who had only seen you in passing. 

As his girlfriend you became acutely aware of the fact that he knew more about you than he would ever admit. He woke up with you on his mind and went to sleep with the hopes that you would keep the nightmares at bay. He worshiped the ground you walked on and would kiss the dirty footprints you left behind if you didn’t persuade him otherwise. He was intoxicated just being around you. You would catch him getting high off your scent, drunk off your voice, undone at your touch. To you, you were an actual, living, breathing goddess who he would gladly become a sacrificial lamb for, if only to entertain you for the briefest of moments.

Was it overwhelming? Definitely.

You did your best to give him a break, though. Your relationship was the first one he ever had. He admitted that he never felt attracted to anyone before you. Not even crushes or squishes. It did wonders for your ego to know that someone out there genuinely found you to be their soulmate, even if it was a bit embarrassing. And while Peter was…an interesting guy with a lot of quirks to his personality, he was rendered harmless when you put your foot down. He respected you far too much to do anything without your explicit consent. 

It wasn’t as if it was hurting you or anyone else, so what was the harm in letting him pamper and obsess over you?

Even though Peter told you that he was a product tester, you never had the chance to try and look him up online. Curiosity got the better of you. One night when he was on a call with his editor, you sprawled out on your shared bed with his laptop and some headphones popped in. You decided to look him up by his username. You would’ve gone to another room but that desperate look in his eyes made you feel inclined to stay.

It was surreal actually looking at his profile. You knew him as Peter, your endearingly awkward boyfriend who you once got to cum in his pants just by bending down in front of him to pick up a dropped hair tie. His audience knew him as a well-versed, charismatic reviewer who made even the most mundane of objects seem interesting.

You really liked to comb through his videos one by one. Even if the objects in question were mostly garbage, since he was going for as seen on TV products, you couldn’t help but smile when you heard the tremor in his voice.

“I have to admit, I was a little nervous ordering from this company at first because it’s obviously following a dropship model. There are a ton of people here on the platform who say they’re doing an honest review, but they always have affiliate links. I want you guys to know that’s not the case here. Uh, let’s get started.”

Peter wasn’t very confident back then and he had told you on more than one occasion that he didn’t like anything about himself. His videos were done with his face completely out of frame. People seemed to find it easier to sympathize for him when he didn’t show them what he looked like.

You stole a glance at him seated on the computer chair across the room. He felt your eyes on him immediately and turned to face you. His bright, toothy grin and wave of his hand only made you mirror his expression. You blew him a quick kiss and he looked absolutely dumbstruck at the gesture. His editor had to coax him back to the conversation before he abandoned work altogether so he could steal your lips for himself.

You scrolled through the videos and realized there was a significant jump in views from one video to the next. The numbers kept climbing higher. That was the moment where Peter started to amass a significant audience. Curiosity got the better of you and you clicked on it to see what about this video managed to capture everyone’s attention.

“Hey, guys! Long time no see. Sorry about the hiatus, life got kind of crazy there for a while. But I promise I’m doing good, well, even better than I was before! I don’t want to go into too much detail because I’m sure that you guys aren’t interested in my personal life. Let’s get into it.”

He wasn’t hunched or crossing an arm across his torso to make himself look smaller. He used his hands a lot more, too. His gestures were animated and you could hear the excitement in his voice. He almost sounded a bit too manic at times, but that wasn’t new. You were the target of his many passionate rants and you didn’t mind it so much.

“I know this is a little off topic, but while I unbox this, I was wondering if any of you guys have ever experienced love at first sight? Actual love, the kind that knocks you off your feet. I met someone today and…wait, never mind. You guys don’t want to hear about her. Haha, sorry.”

Could he be any more adorable? You wondered what his expression was like. He must have been so excited to talk about you and it wasn’t as if he had any friends in real life. His subscribers acted as a sounding board of sorts. You scrolled down to the comments section and found that your sentiment was shared by the masses.

summerCherry3: omg so cute lol we need deets on the mystery girl!

The_Slime_King: This is the happiest you’ve ever sounded dude, even more than when you got your silver play button.

c0rruptc0ffee98: Tell us more plz we can give you advise

weaselfoot: Reviews are out, your love life is now the focus of this channel, we don’t make the rules, we just enforce them

He was too shy to respond to the comment section. You went to the next video in the hopes that he would mention you again.

“Hey, guys! I, uh, wanted to thank you for the positive response to my last video. We got a bunch of new subscribers, it looks like. I know a lot of you are curious about the girl I met. I just hope I don’t alienate any of my long time fans by talking about her, but boy, she’s…wonderful.”

He cleared his throat. “A-anyway, I saw that a lot of you were curious about the weird sauna pants that people have been talking about, so I snagged a pair…”

From then on it was almost addicting trying to find Peter talking about you. At this time in your life, you were completely oblivious that anyone had taken an interest in you. He spent months pining after you before taking the plunge and approaching you. During that time, he became much more open with his audience. They loved it.

“No, we haven’t talked yet. I’m just way too shy to talk to her. Plus she’s…never alone, there’s a p-…coworker that hangs around and they seem to be on friendly terms.”

Even if he was distracted, he was still able to seamlessly interweave his thoughts on the product before taking a moment to go into further detail about you.

“What do I like about her? Jeez, it’d be easier to say what I don’t like! She’s really kind…maybe too much. Always doing her best to help other people out, even if they don’t deserve it. Her smile makes my di…h-heart pound and she lights up the room when she walks in. We have a lot of the same interests from what I’ve heard. B-but don’t get me wrong, I’m not doing anything weird! I just…find it hard to talk to people, so I kind of hang back and listen. Heh, that’s pretty lame, huh?”

For a guy that was instantly obsessed with you the moment he saw you all those months ago, he kept a lid on it pretty well. People sympathized with him because a lot of them were in the same boat. Shy, anxious guys who didn’t have the confidence to approach the girl they liked. Of course there were a few outliers who called him out for being pathetic and somewhat creepy, but his audience was quick to come to his defense.

You switched over to the community tab. He made a post about hosting a livestream so he could do a live unboxing of a hot ticket item. You read through the comments and were surprised to find he actually responded to someone.

AngelEyes: We made a group about your angel

Black Heart Reviews ✓: Link?

AngelEyes: invite code vMC9Q5Tb

Your stomach dropped. You were a little afraid about what their intentions were. It couldn’t have been good. Peter didn’t interact with his audience much because he admitted it was a little overwhelming to respond to such positive comments. He wasn’t used to it. The fact that he went out of his way to address this person meant that it caught his interest, and not in a good way.

You had to know what it was. As terrified as you were, dreaming up the possibilities on what a group of like-minded guys talked about in a private chat, your morbid curiosity got the better of you. You copied and pasted the code into the address bar and hit enter with your stomach in knots.

The website loaded and you drank in the images on the screen. Peter was still logged into his account and as such it took you straight to the server homepage. You stared at the bold letters across the screen. Serendipity’s Chosen. What the hell was this? You navigated over to the threads on the left and saw a long list of topics.

You had to know. You swallowed thickly and clicked on the first one, trembling when the wall of text materialized.

Welcome to Serendipity’s Chosen. If you’re here, then you subscribe to the following tenets:

I. We are all Flawed.

II. These Flaws make you worthless.

III. You exist solely to serve The Perfection.

IV. The Perfection is Serendipity.

You read it over and over again. This was...a lot. It sounded almost religious. You scrolled down a little further to the section titled “Rules”.

Respect Serendipity!

SHE IS NOT TO BE APPROACHED.

• This means zero contact of any nature.
• No attempting to track her location.

SHE IS NOT AND WILL NEVER BE YOURS.

• No discussion of any romantic or sexual nature between her and the members is tolerated.

SHE IS THE PERFECTION.

• We will not tolerate comments on her appearance or actions depicted in a negative light.

Know Your Place

BH is her Soulmate. He is and will always be the leader of this group.

• His word is law.
• Lesser positions are chosen by degree of loyalty and devotion.
• Attempts to challenge his authority will result in punishment.

Silence is Golden

The non-disclosure agreement is non-negotiable.

• Our livelihood depends on it.

Anyone breaking these rules will face divine punishment.

“Finally! That took longer than usual.”

Stay calm. Stay cool. This was obviously a misunderstanding. A joke? A really detailed, unfunny joke? You decided not to let Peter know what you found. Instead, you tried to keep your face as straight as possible as you exited the app.

Peter was supposed to be an open book with you. He wouldn’t have thought you perusing through other applications meant you were snooping. And by the way he acted around you, he didn’t feel like he had anything to hide. Why would he let you use your laptop if he was trying to keep this from you? Your stomach was in knots by the time you registered that he was in front of you.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little nauseous.” He nibbled at his lower lip. “I can get you something to soothe your stomach and we’ll take your temperature just to rule out a cold.”

“No, that’s alright. I’m fine. Just a little…um…dizzy from being on the computer for so long. I guess I got carried away.” You stood up and pecked him on the cheek. “I think some food might help, though. Let’s see what we have in the fridge.”

You were positive Peter could tell you were distracted. The man knew all of your idiosyncrasies since the moment he picked you out of the diner. He could tell when your mood shifted. Your tone and body language explained more than your words ever could. He had observed you from every angle imaginable and there was no way you could say that nothing was wrong.

You were in the bathroom getting ready for bed when Peter’s arms snaked around you from behind. He wasn’t subtle at all. You felt him grind his hard-on as he pinned you against the counter, dropping his weight and hoping you would give him what he wanted. All it would take was you bending over slightly and he’d be inside of you. You didn’t make a move yet, even when his lips trailed down from the junction of your ear down to your shoulder.

“Peter?”

“Hmm?” You could feel the smile on his face. “Are you not in the mood? That’s okay, sweetie…I can get off just like this.”

“It’s not that.” 

You winced when his teeth grazed over your bare skin. If Peter had it his way, you wouldn’t wear any clothes at all around the house. You might have agreed had it not been for the incident a few months back when he forgot the curtains were wide open. That poor mailman had gotten an eyeful and it took an hour for you to calm Peter down so he wouldn’t “get rid of him” for daring to look at you.

“I was just watching your older videos and I saw that you’d mentioned me a few times.”

He paused. “Oh. Oh! Yeah…I guess I did.” His voice turned sheepish but you couldn’t see whether it was genuine. He had hidden his face in your hair. “I hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing.”

“Not really. I actually thought it was cute. I just hope no one got too nosy. I mean…sometimes people who follow you kind of form these parasocial relationships, and…well...I mean…”

Peter gasped. “Wait a second…are you jealous?”

“W-what?”

“That’s really cute,” he all but purred, grinding into you again. “You were worried, I could tell. Was it because you saw a few people comment about how they liked me and didn’t want me to date you? You shouldn’t have to worry about that. I thought I made it very clear how I’ve felt about you since the very beginning.”

You couldn’t deny it. If you did, Peter would dig to find the real reason. You didn’t want to discuss this with him because you had a feeling he wouldn’t be very forthcoming with that information. Peter said he valued trust and honesty in a relationship, but you often found that he glazed over certain things about himself until he was sure you weren’t going to (or couldn’t) leave.

“Well…you have a really big audience. I know a lot of people admired you because you were so mysterious and you talking about me must have burst their bubble.”

“I couldn’t care less about any of them.” His grip on you tightened. Possessive. “You’re the only one I live for. Those fans of mine don’t know the real me and never will. Only you do.”

“I know, I just…if there was someone who asked about me, wouldn’t you be worried, too?”

He lifted the back of your oversized t-shirt and slipped his fingers inside your panties. You were ashamed to find that you were already soaked. You blamed the way he’d been humping at you like a dog in heat for the past five minutes. That was just an automatic response! It had nothing to do with the fact that his voice dropping an octave sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh, there were. And I was. But they learned quickly not to cross me.” His thumb brushed along your clit and his fingers slipped inside you. He began a slow, hard rhythm. “None of them would ever know the things I did. Not the way you sound when you breathe. Or how your pillows smell the morning after your shower. What about how you taste after you’ve gone down on me?”

You slumped against the counter and he pinned you in place with his hips. Every thrust sent you sliding forward onto his waiting fingers so he could fuck you as hard as he wanted with them. You were so wet that you could just feel how easily you slipped and slid across the inside of his wrist. He huffed against your ear, grunting, his voice hitching, tiny, hiccuping moans that helped you race towards your climax.

“You don’t doubt me, do you?” He whined. “I promise I’ve never looked at anyone else but you. You’re the one who’s always on my mind, only you. I feel sick when people are interested in me. But with you…ah, with you, I-I want to devour you!”

“I know, slow down, it’s too much–”

“Just tell me you believe me! I don’t want you to ever doubt my love for you!”

“Peter, I believe you, now st-ahh! ”

He curled his long fingers inside of you and you saw stars. Your knees went weak. He kept your weight up with the strength of one arm while you rode out your climax. You knew that the spurt of liquid trickling down your thighs wasn’t your usual amount. You would make him clean the floors later and this time have to specify for him not to do it with his tongue. You trembled against him and he pulled his fingers out of you. You heard him suck them into his mouth and moan when he slurped up every last drop.

“Guh…good…I’m glad we sorted that out,” he whispered. The backs of your thighs were sticky and warm. “Now let’s go to bed so I can show you just how much I love you.”

You knew that whatever you said wouldn’t win the argument, so you let him corral you into the bed. He lost himself between your thighs for the next couple of hours and all the remaining thoughts of that private chat group faded as the orgasms stacked.

You weren’t able to do any more digging the next day because you had work. Memories of your time at the diner faded with every passing season. You weren’t doing anything too taxing and your job was enjoyable enough, especially because you didn’t have to rely on it to make sure your bills were paid. It was freeing to be able to pursue your passions without the threat of the cost of living hanging over your head.

You stopped at the grocery store on the way home to grab some snacks for Peter. He went through your candy stash like a man on a mission. You were dumbfounded when you learned the man never had a cavity in his life despite his major sweet tooth. Some things, like the length of his tongue and his little need for sleep, were better left unexplained.

Your hand hovered over the empty shelf. Too bad. That was where your favorite snack was supposed to be judging by the lopsided label underneath it. You took off down the aisle in the hopes that you would find a bag tucked away somewhere with the other products. 

“Ma’am? You dropped this.”

You turned around and blanked at the employee who had an object in his hand and offered it to you. Was it your wallet? Phone? You slapped your hands against your pockets and found they were both still intact.

“I like those, too,” the guy offered a sunny smile when you tentatively took the package from him. “They go fast. You’re lucky you snagged the last one.”

You stared at it. It was in fact the very snack you’d been looking for.

“Um…thanks.” I didn’t drop this, you wanted to tell him. But what good would it do? He was already resuming his shift by wheeling more pallets of merchandise to stock in another aisle.

The interaction would’ve been innocuous enough to forget any other day. For some reason it kept replaying in your head. That shelf was empty. You combed the aisle for it. Then suddenly a stranger flags you down and insists that you dropped it? Did he see you peering around for it and felt bad enough that he gave you one from his stack of boxes? Or did he see one that escaped your eye and he tried to be nice about handing it over?

Whatever the case, it bothered you. A lot.

You wondered if there were other incidents like this one that you might’ve overlooked. Other people might have written it off as good timing (or good luck, as they called it), but what if that wasn’t the case? You had this nagging feeling inside of you the entire rest of the shopping trip.

A few months ago, a stranger paid for your drink at the nearby cafe. That was normal. People did it all the time. You repaid the favor by passing it forward and paying for the person behind you.

What about the time when you were walking outside to your car after a late-night shift? You saw a suspicious looking guy hanging around the side of the building. They noticed you the minute you stepped out into the freezing air. Peter said he would pick you up, and usually he was never late, but that day there was an accident on the way so you had to wait. You remembered clutching your bag closer to your chest, heart pounding, begging any kind of deity imaginable that this random person wasn’t a murderer.

You only looked away for a split second. Then they were gone. You didn’t see where they went and that alley was a dead end. You were on edge until Peter swerved into the parking lot and hugged you tight, nearly in tears about how he was sorry about making you wait. You never understood why he was so upset. You figured it was just one of his weird, needy moods. Was it something more?

When you pulled into the parking lot outside of your apartment, you were stunned to see Peter in the midst of an argument with someone. You knew he was a…difficult person to get along with. He didn’t like other people and you had to check him when he was being rude. You hadn’t seen him with this kind of terrorizing expression since the beginning of your relationship.

You stepped out of the car and forgot all about the groceries in the back. “Peter!”

“Darling!” He whirled around and all of the animosity on his face was wiped away in an instant. “Y-you’re home early!”

“I am?” You didn’t think so. “Is…everything okay?”

“Everything is just fine.” Peter stepped in front of the person he was talking to so you couldn’t see their expression. “Just someone trying to solicit us for home security…I told him we weren’t interested, but boy is he persistent!”

You weren’t sure what to think. “Oh…okay. Um…well, I picked up some things and I need some help taking it up to the apartment.”

“Of course.” He reached for your arm before you could get a good look at the stranger and he forcefully turned you to the car. His grip was tight. You winced when his fingers hooked into your skin. “Our friend here was just leaving.”

“Wait!”

Peter stilled. You could see the rage sweep over him, steady and sure, like an approaching storm. He grinded his teeth and his eyes turned into slits when he gazed over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for being such a nuisance. I’ll be going now. And…” The stranger finally lifted their head to peer at you. You were revolted to see a pretty…familiar love-drunk expression on their face. You knew it all too well. “Consider this a token of gratitude for your time.”

Peter snatched the box out of the stranger’s hands before you even had a chance to think about taking it. His grip was so strong that the cardboard on the outside had dents from where his fingers had been. The stranger just beamed at you despite the oppressive atmosphere. He all but sprinted out of sight, rounding the corner at the entrance to the complex without another word.

“What did he give us?” You tried to look over at it, but Peter refused to show you.

“It’s nothing, dear. I’ll get rid of it.”

You wanted to know what it was. You had no idea if Peter truly disposed of it or if he just hid it away somewhere. He was a notoriously light sleeper and there was no way you could snoop when he was home. You could try to find it when he was working, but it seemed like he would be upset if you did.

It didn’t help that he was extra attentive that night. He seemed like he was searching for something. Any indication that you were suspicious. You felt his eyes on you almost all of the time as it was, but this was more panicked. Something shook him to his core and you had a feeling that you knew just who it was that approached him outside the complex.

“Peter, you’re making yourself bleed again.” You reached over and stilled his hand. He had shoved the tip of his finger in his mouth and chewed on it hard enough to break his skin. “Stop.”

“Sorry, it’s just been a stressful day,” he lamented. He didn’t even flinch when you took his finger into your mouth to suck off the excess blood and swipe your tongue over the wound. His smile was strained. “Did…did anything happen at the store?”

It did. You weren’t sure whether it would be better to lie or tell the truth.

“Not really.” He looked relieved. “Although…” You explained the situation with the snack. His expression remained neutral. “Peter?” 

“I’m just tired.”

You set his hand down on your lap so he could knead at your thigh. “Let me suck you off and then we can go to sleep.”

“What? Really?” He perked up instantly. “Okay! You don’t have to ask me twice!”

You grabbed the band of his boxer briefs and peeled them off. You should’ve known he was already rock hard by the time you leaned over to take him in your mouth. It didn’t take long at all for him to get like this. You always liked how powerful you felt when you were between his legs. He sure could act like he was the boss, but you both knew that the one who could make him cum with a single command was you. You’d done it before.

Besides, this wasn’t just you trying to comfort him and make him feel good. You wanted him to start talking. Peter was always so chatty when you were giving him blowjobs. Maybe it was because your mouth was full and you didn’t have any way to shut him up. Either that or his brain was so focused on chasing that pleasure that his filter disappeared.

“So,” you started, kissing the tip of him with shining, wet lips. “Whatever happened to the package we got?”

“T-that? Oh, I– nguh…oh…” He snaked a palm to the back of your head and played with your hair, his blunt nails scratching at your scalp with every pass. “I p-put it away, dear…it was nothing…”

“Mmm?” You swiped your tongue along the head of his cock, paying extra special attention to the tip where he was most sensitive. He was molten in your mouth and the amount of pre-cum that was seeping down your throat with every hard swallow made him squirm. “Yer makin’ m’curioush, Pether…”

He moaned when you sucked on the first inch. You refused to touch him yet. He wanted you to play with every part of him you could get your hands on. He liked it when you squeezed and tugged on his balls or when you sucked one of them into your mouth while you jerked him off. He was trying very hard not to shove you down to his groin and force you to swallow him all in one go.

“I-it wasn’t appropriate at all,” he panted. “F-fuck! More, I know you can take more!”

“Don’t rush me…” You pulled off him with a wet pop, letting your drool run down the corners of your mouth and down your chin. You pumped him a few times so he wouldn’t lose the momentum you already built. “If you make me quote Se7en by asking again, you can finish yourself.”

He gulped. “Okay, okay. Just keep going.”

You grinned and dropped back down onto him, taking even more into your mouth. He was so eager. You had gotten used to the taste of him in the time you’d been dating and if you had to be honest, it didn’t bother you as much as it should’ve that he hadn’t even showered yet. You hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed your head. One hand was gripping the part of him that wasn’t throbbing in your mouth, stroking him roughly, and the other was digging into the meat of his thigh as you steadied yourself on his lap.

“They were…p-pictures…”

You choked a little bit when you took more of him in your mouth. He shuddered at the sound.

“Ungh…pictures of…us…”

The sounds you were making only got sloppier. He liked that the most, when you would moan and gag around him. He began to thrust into your mouth, lifting his hips from the couch just enough that the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You inhaled shakily through your nose and were rewarded with the warm, musky smell of his sweat.

“And a…nngghh!...”

You wanted him to tell you, but all your voice did was make a warbled sound around his cock. Peter hunched over and pushed the back of your head so you would go down further. Your jaw ached. You blinked away the tears and ignored the salt of your snot when it ran down your upper lip. 

“Oh, honey, sweetie, I’m so close.” He trembled. “Will you let me cum down that pretty throat? I promise I won’t do what I did last time!”

You remembered. You were drowning in his cum and he refused to let you move away. You had to swallow every last drop until he finally released his grip on your hair and you pulled yourself away from his lap. You yelled at him for about five minutes before you realized he was getting off on being berated.

You tore yourself off him and squeezed around the base of his cock the moment you felt his thighs tense and he began to cum. “Who were those people, Peter?!”

“T-they’re my followers!” he shrieked. “Put it back in! Pleeeease! ”

“Followers of what?! ”

“O-of us! You! They’re your biggest fans! ”

You released the iron grip you had on his dick and went instead for a twisting stroke that sent him over the edge. Peter watched, eyes blurred with tears, while you opened your mouth, stuck out your tongue, and tried your best to catch every hot strand of cum that he shot out. Some of it landed across the bridge of your nose. Most of it settled on your tongue and lips. You felt a thick glob of it drip down from your eyebrow and you closed an eye so it didn’t blind you.

“You didn’t even swallow it,” he sobbed, overstimulated and disappointed. “It’s not the same.”

You crawled on his lap and pinned him to the back of the couch to kiss him anyway, shoving his own cum into his mouth. He drank it up greedily because it was mixed with your saliva and the taste of you drove him absolutely crazy. He stuck his tongue down your throat and only pulled away when he was sure he had taken back every last drop of what he’d given to you.

“Mmph…” You pulled away and massaged your neck. “You didn’t deserve to cum in my mouth if you’re going to be hiding stuff from me!”

He was shocked. “What? No! I-I wasn’t! Shit, what did I say?”

“You said enough. I saw the private server, Peter, now ‘fess up!”

Both of you were so focused on each other that the bright flash from the window felt like a gut punch. You didn’t know how to react. You still had a mix of spit and cum dripping from the side of your mouth and all over your face, not to mention your hair was disheveled and your damp panties were on full display. 

“What was that?” you finally asked. “Did someone just take a picture?”

Peter grabbed hold of you and shoved you off to the side, probably a little rougher than he intended. He stood up and made a beeline for the case he kept his favorite knives in. There was pretty much one in every room. You saw the blade glint and it looked as sharp as his eyes. He made a beeline for the door.

“Peter! You don’t have any pants on! YOUR DICK IS OUT!!!”

He ignored you. You prayed with every fiber of your being that someone wouldn’t walk outside their apartment door and get an eyeful of your boyfriend’s monster cock. They would either call the police or try to seduce him so they could get a taste. You weren’t sure which would be worse at this point.

What else could you do but follow him? You were already an accessory to several murders (not by choice) and you would be damned if he went for another. You shoved the nearest pair of pajama pants on and rushed after him. He was already at the end of the hallway and you watched his fat head disappear around the corner before you called out his name in a sharp whisper. The last thing you wanted to do was wake up your neighbors or have them come snooping.

You burst out of the complex and searched desperately for Peter. You could hear some muffled voices off to the left near the dumpsters and you followed the sound. 

“...think I wouldn’t notice?”

“We’re scraping by! We saw you log in and you didn’t say anything! We’re getting desperate, you can’t just cut us off!”

“We need your guidance, BH, please come back!”

You slowed to a halt when you realized that there were far more people crowded around Peter than you anticipated. You became acutely aware of how disgusting you looked when they all turned their eyes on you. There had to be at least five other men all varied in their appearance. The only thing they had in common was the absolute look of awe when they became aware of your presence.

“H-hi,” one of them stammered, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“Peter?” You looked to him for comfort. You were terrified. If these were all the people from that private group you found, you had no idea what their state of mind was.

His expression was blank for the longest time, all hollowed, unfocused eyes. Your voice became more desperate as you repeated his name. That seemed to do it. He snapped to attention and shot you a strained smile. “You don’t have to be afraid, darling. They’re harmless.”

“Oh, no, no, sorry if we scared you!” That was definitely the guy from the grocery store. You knew it! “Things got a little out of hand, we never meant to make you uncomfortable. Please forgive us.”

You didn’t even know what to say at this point. “We…need to clear the air because I’m really confused. It’s freezing out here and…Peter, you’re half naked.”

He looked down and so did everyone else. You immediately regretted your decision to draw attention to it.

“We’ll go inside, then.” Peter wasn’t too happy with the decision, but he knew you were right. “And everyone better keep at least ten feet back from her.”

You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest. You weren’t looking forward to this. You could feel the weight of their eyes on you as you traversed through the apartment complex and back to your place.

You locked yourself in your room and tried to clean up while the group wandered into your place. You could hear the wonder in their voices while they explored the apartment. You didn’t think it was that special. It wasn’t as if Peter was big on home decorating and all of the photos on display were tasteful. You spent a little more extra time in the bathroom so you could dry your hair and psych yourself up to meet them.

Peter made them sit on the floor since you didn’t have enough chairs to go around. The way they huddled around him and hung on his every word was off-putting. He looked like he was either about to pull out a guitar and encourage everyone to join him in terrible campfire songs or he was in the midst of a very grandiose sermon. Neither sounded very appealing.

You sank down next to him and tried not to look at the guys. They were making you nervous.

“I shouldn’t have hidden them from you,” Peter finally said, turning his puppy-eyes to you. He thought he would be able to gain sympathy from using them. “I’m sorry. We started the…club before I even got a chance to introduce myself to you. It started off as them giving me advice on how to approach you and then it got a little…out of hand.”

“A little?” You thought back to those tenets that were plastered on the server. “This isn’t a club, this is a cult. And you’re their Jim Jones.”

“Cult? Us? That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think, honey?” He bit on his lower lip and tried to make his eyes even bigger and bluer. It wasn’t going to work. “We’re just really passionate about you, that’s all.”

“Passion would be flattering, but this isn’t.” You had Peter’s phone in your hands and opened up the messaging app. “These rules are super creepy, Peter! It treats me like I’m some sort of goddess! Not to mention if anyone disagrees they’re automatically shunned or ‘punished’. I’m scared to ask what that means. What happened to the other people who questioned you? What about these pictures you guys have posted of me, there’s an entire channel of them! A lot of these were before we were even dating. Then you’ve got people saying they won’t even eat or drink anything unless they’ve interacted with me? Have you guys seriously been living in the same town as me this entire time? What about when I moved in with you? Did they move, too?”

You stopped to catch your breath. You weren’t sure if the group was terrified or aroused and that made you even more uncomfortable.

“So it wasn’t just you that was following me. It was all of them.” You had never been so violated in your life. Privacy was your right as a damn human being and that was taken away by your creepy-ass boyfriend and his creepy-ass friends. “Is it worse? What’s on here besides the candid shots? Pictures of me naked? Videos?”

“It’s not like that!” one of them burst. You looked directly at him and he trembled the moment your heavy gaze settled. “W-we respect you, Serendipity. We love you. It transcends romance and sex!”

“That’s right. We’ve only ever supported you and BH because we knew from the minute he described your meeting that it was fate that brought you together!”

“I hate to break it to you, but here’s nothing special about me.” You kept your tone firm so they could see how serious you were. “I’m not Serendipity. I have a name! I’m Peter’s girlfriend, not his destined lover. I’m a normal person with flaws and I have good and bad days like everyone else. Besides, if you guys were so respectful of my boundaries, then why have you been inserting yourselves into my life and hope I wouldn’t notice?”

One of them cleared his throat. “That’s because BH broke his promise to us. He abandoned us. Once you moved in with him, he said the group was supposed to be disbanded. We begged him not to leave. We need you in our lives! We’ve had to be careful because anyone who tried to approach you directly was…well…”

You knew it! Those nights where you came home and smelled bleach. Peter just said it was because he had the urge to clean the apartment. You shouldn’t have believed him.

“You killed them, Peter?!”

“I-I prefer the word ‘silenced’, mostly because they were at risk of telling you or someone outside of the group.” He fidgeted with his fingers. Why he was he trying to look so innocent when he was talking so casually about murdering people? “It was for your own good. I made them sign NDAs for your safety but then some of them said they weren’t afraid of breaking the contract and telling you outright what was going on.”

You shook your head in disgust. This was a whole other level of fucked. “Normal clubs don’t need people to sign NDAs in the first place! And I’m sorry but I’m glad that Peter told you it was over once we started dating, it’s gross to think about him giving you guys updates about me while we’re dating!”

Peter was quiet. You faltered.

“You sent them stuff? Recently?”

“He cut us off a few months ago, after you got settled into your new job.”

You blanked. “What kind of updates?”

No one said anything. They all refused to make eye contact.

“Peter…what kind of updates?”

“I was just showing them you were mine and I didn’t want to share anymore!” he spluttered, raising his hands up in defense. “Not that they ever had a chance. But the second I posted things about our dates and when we were…i-intimate, suddenly it wasn’t enough!”

“Intimate?! Are you out of your damn mind?!”  

“Honey, no! It’s not what you think!”

You didn’t believe him. You went right back onto the messaging app. The rest of the men were dead silent whereas Peter was actively begging you not to look. You scrolled through hundreds of messages and endless pictures of you at all hours of the day before you found a locked thread with countless comments trailing after a single video still.

You clicked on it. Your blood ran cold the minute you realized what it was.

“You don’t have to be shy.”

“I know Peter, but it’s just been awhile, okay?”

“Well…it’s my first time being with someone. I should be more nervous, but I’m not because it’s you.”

“Pfft. You’re so cheesy. Oh…”

“You like it when I touch you there?”

“Mmhmm…”

“What about here?”

“Your fingers are s-so thick…”

“I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Oh god, please don’t stop, Peter, y-your tongue…ah!”

“You’re so wet for me, darling. Now get on all fours so I can finally show you who you belong to.”

The rest of the video, in crispy HD no less, showed you with all sorts of lewd, fucked out expressions while you took Peter’s cock. How many angles did this thing catch? You watched as your own body was wrecked over and over again. He left handprints, teeth marks, bruises, covered you in cum and still went for more. You were mortified when you realized this is what you actually looked like during sex. You would never be able to unsee this.

“You showed them a sex tape?! I didn’t know I was being recorded! What the hell?!” You couldn’t help the frustrated tears start to build up in your eyes. Peter looked absolutely crushed that he’d upset you. You couldn’t even look at the other strangers in the room. “This was supposed to be private! Just for us! And you showed it to a bunch of freaks who worship me?!”

“I-it was to show them that I’d taken you so we had to end everything! It was supposed to get them to stop! I promise it was only the one time!”

“I don’t believe you! Or them! You made it even worse, now they’re doing weird shit behind both our backs and you never even noticed!”

“I know. That was my fault. I-I’ve tried to be perceptive. I’ve just been so happy these past few months, having you here, and…” His voice wavered. “It’s hard to pay attention to anything else when you’re with me. When I was alone, I had them to talk with, so I was always focused on what you were doing and who you were with. But once we got together, I got so overwhelmed, I got greedy, I didn’t want them involved anymore.”

You weren’t interested in his excuses. “I need to leave.”

“What? But–”

“I’m going.” You got into a defensive stance before he could make a reach for you. “I need some time. Apart.”

“Huh? A-apart?” His expression went blank. “But darling, we haven’t been apart since…”

“I need a break, Peter. I don’t know how else you want me to say this.” You shook your head and went to the bedroom. “I’ve excused a lot of things from you. I’ve tried to be patient. But this is probably one of the worst things you’ve ever done, obviously aside from the murders you committed in my name. It would be one thing if you recorded me without my knowledge, but you broadcasted it to a group of strangers. I trusted you with my body and you ruined it.”

“No, no!” He chased after you while you made a beeline for the closet. In the back, covered in a sizable layer of dust, was the only piece of luggage you owned. A worn duffel bag with faded brown stains. You dragged it out and opened it up. “Honey, I really think you just need some time to cool off. How about this? I’ll go! I’ll stay in a motel tonight. Just please don’t leave me!”

You ignored him. If he put his hands on you, he would regret it.

“I’ll leave right now. I can stay away for a night. Two?” He gulped. “Three? How much time do you need? I’ll give it to you!”

He tried to get your attention but you were hyper focused now. You were getting your shit and leaving. He wouldn’t be bold enough to stop you physically by grabbing your bag or the clothes tossed haphazardly inside. You could hear some quiet chatter from the living room where the rest of the cult was and tried to focus on creating a plan.

Peter braced himself as he spread his arms across the front door to the apartment. “Darling, what can I do to make you stay? Say it and it’s yours!”

You didn’t say anything.

He dropped down to his knees and clasped his hands in front of his chest. “I’m begging you. Just…take some time to think about what you’re doing! What you’re saying! W-we’re meant to be together, and that means forever, which you promised! Don’t go. Please don’t.”

He gripped the edge of your shirt and tugged. His fingers were trembling.

“No. No, I’m not moving.”

He crawled closer so he could wrap his arms around your legs and bury his face in them. The man had zero shame even as his so-called followers watched him grovel.

“You know I would do anything for you. I’ll change! I promise I’ll make it up to you. I can’t go on without you, I can’t let you leave, please just give me a chance! I need you! I’m worthless without you! You’re the only reason I exist. Don’t make me face that again. I don’t want to live in a world without you in it. I’ll die. I need your love, darling, you’re the only thing that makes me feel whole! I know I don’t deserve you, but I can change to be whoever you want! I just need you t–”

You clenched your jaw. “Red.”

His entire body tensed and he peered down at you through eyes rapidly blurring with tears. You didn’t have to explain further. He knew what it meant. You two talked at length about consent. Red was a powerful word. It showed him the severity of your anger. It told him that this was a full stop situation. He would back off and give you the space you needed to regroup.

He stepped aside. You knew he was devastated and you couldn’t care less. You exited the apartment and made the trek down the stairs to the parking lot.

Peter was far from perfect. You remembered moments in your life where you truly thought up a future where you managed to get away from him. Those plans faded the more you fell in love with him and now you didn’t even bother to entertain them. But out here, in the dead of night and the wide world beckoning for you, you had the chance to explore those possibilities. The freedom terrified you.

You left your phone in the apartment on purpose and hid it away so he would think you still had it. Bringing it with you was inviting trouble. Peter had access to your location that way.

You withdrew a sizable amount of cash from the nearest ATM to keep you well-supplied for the rest of your time away. Credit or debit cards would’ve just tipped him off. Cash changed hands without a trail. It wasn’t as convenient, but you were fine with that for now. 

Honestly, you had no idea how long you’d be gone. You already knew that Peter was just giving you a head start. Once he got antsy enough, he would ignore your blatant order to back off and pursue you. You just had to find somewhere private and quiet to collect your thoughts before he showed up again. Otherwise you might do or say something you’d really regret.

“You in some kind of trouble?” the gas station clerk chuckled as he rang up the SIM card. “Blink once for yes, two for no.”

You snatched the bag and walked out of the building before you snapped at him.

Peter was resourceful. He had some kind of sixth sense when it came to where you were. He would stop at nothing to find you. You could take public transit instead of driving and go on a thousand different connections to end up in the middle of ass-end nowhere. It didn’t matter. He was ten steps behind you at all times.

You turned on the burner phone and stared at the empty contacts list. You would only use it for emergencies which suited you just fine.

A motel would’ve been easier on your wallet, but the security wasn’t the best. Most of them only had rooms on the first or second floor. Your boyfriend used to scale the tree outside your window nearly every night to watch you while you slept. He wasn’t as weak as his thinness suggested. Instead, you went to a cheap hotel and specifically asked for a room on the upper floors. They placated you by putting you on the top floor only accessible by elevator or a long, winding flight of stairs.

You weren’t doing this to take a vacation. You needed the quiet to reassess how things were going. You needed this time away from Peter, just like you told him. Being around him nearly every second of your life warped your perception of him. You thought he was harmless. He clearly had the upper hand.

Having been gone for a while, you dialed your cell number to access your voicemail.

You have TWENTY-SEVEN new messages.

“Darling, will you please pick up? I’m worried. Call me back, please.”

“I’m just calling to tell you that I love you…I’m going to bed now. I hope you sleep well. If you hug your pillow will you think of me? I know I will.”

“Sweetie, I don’t know how much longer I can stand this. You know I love games, but this one isn’t fun at all. I give up. Okay? You’ve got bragging rights for life, I promise!”

“I keep calling to hear your voice greeting. I miss you so much. Please turn on your phone so I can find you.”

“Hnff…ugh…d-do you hear that, my love? Nn…god…you left one of your socks behind…I’m putting it to good use, but wouldn’t you like to see the real thing? All you have to do is pick up! Call me! I-I’m waiting by the phone.”

“Why are you doing this to me? Haven’t I been a good boyfriend? I just love you so much! I can’t believe you would leave and not even give me a chance to explain myself! You’re not being fair at all. Now pick up the fucking phone!”

“Sorry about my last message. I…I don’t know what came over me. You know I would never hurt you. I’m just so lonely. I’m so tired. I can’t sleep without you. I can’t eat anything unless you’re here. I want to die. Please, please, please answer…I would do anything to hear your voice. You want me to hurt myself? I will. Oh god, I will, I’ll string myself up if it meant you would come running back…is that what I should do? ”

On the fourth day of your “vacation”, Peter showed up at the door like you’d been expecting him. He knocked at the door and didn’t even bother covering the peephole. You could’ve ignored him, but that would’ve caused a fight. Luckily the rest of this floor was mostly empty.

You opened the door. He had a monstrous bouquet in his hands and actually dressed up for the occasion. You weren’t sure what he was going for. He ditched the sweater and stupid half-hoodie for a collared shirt and slacks. 

“Darling,” he all but gasped, as if the sight of you breathed life back into him. “I’ve missed you so much. Can I come in? I-I got you these. I know it’s not much, but I have other things planned, I promise!”

You made no move to let him in. His smile never faltered.

“I did a lot of thinking while we were apart. You were right! I never should have betrayed your trust like that. I’m so sorry. I know that what I did was terrible, but…I think it’s best if you come home with me. This place is so far away, and…Rat really misses you?” He threw in the last part as if it was supposed to make a difference.

You stepped back.

“Wait!” He shoved his foot through the threshold. “Can I at least come inside? Um, o-or rent a room next door? I think it’s empty. Actually, I know it is, because I checked.”

You stomped on his foot and he recoiled just long enough for you to slam the door shut. You used every single lock available on your side to make sure he wasn’t getting through. Part of you wanted to see what he would do by watching him through the peephole, but you decided against it. You merely wandered back to your bed and turned on the TV to drown out his pleas from behind the door.

The next night he came by, he tapped on your window. You knew it was him from the minute it started. You had no idea how he managed to balance on the windowsill that was eight stories above the ground. You specifically asked for a room without a patio. 

You opened up the curtains and gazed through the glass at him. He grinned at you with his brows furrowed and sweat dripping down his forehead. The guy looked like he was going through withdrawals. Maybe you were supposed to feel sorry for him. Instead, you maintained eye contact with him while you mouthed the words GO AWAY. You shut the curtains and turned off the light so he couldn’t even see your silhouette.

You heard him sneeze in the air ducts the day after that. You responded by ordering food with extra hot pepper flakes. A little bit of determination and the desk fan in the room made short work of that idea to spy on you from above.

He paid one of the maids so he could hide in their cleaning cart. You just denied the cleaning service. That was probably one of his worst plans yet.

Outside of his dumb attempts to contact you, you did have time to yourself. You thought long and hard about your next move.

These were the unfortunate truths:

1. You were still in love with Peter.
2. You wanted to stay with him.
3. You were willing to forgive him.

You knew that made you a sucker. You accepted that. But the problem of the cult remained. How exactly could you dismantle it when Peter himself had failed?

Then it hit you.

You left the hotel room and found Peter sleeping outside the door. He jerked awake the second you stepped into the hallway. His eyes focused on you and the sleep left him instantly.

“S-sweetie, are you ready to go home?”

“Yeah.” You dumped the duffel bag on his wide open lap. He winced when the full weight of it crushed his crotch. “When we get there, we need to talk about us.”

Peter hurried after you. “Us? What do you mean? You said you just needed a break. A break isn’t a break-up. Right? Honey?”

You gave him the silent treatment for the full four hours it took to get home. He was antsy the entire trip. He tried all of his usual charms. Making bad jokes. Complimenting you. Talking about how much he loved and missed you. How life was meaningless without you. He would prove his love to you.

He had no idea how right he was about that last part.

The apartment was a mess and you knew why. Peter was out of his mind while he was looking for you. There were maps scattered across the floor with different routes marked in red. The sink was piled high full of dirty dishes, most of which were desserts that he picked up from the nearest fast food places. Garbage was overflowing and there were used tissues scattered across the room. You knew exactly what they were filled with: a mixture of snot and cum. Maybe even both in the same wadded ball.

And it fucking stunk. Bad. You opened up the nearest window and lit a few scented candles to drown out the smell of his moping.

“Peter, go shower.”

He perked up at the sound of your voice. “Yeah! I can do that. Be right back!”

What was going through his mind? That you two were going to have make-up sex or something? You couldn’t help but snort at the thought.

Peter emerged from the bathroom, still naked and with a damp towel draping down his neck. He was in complete shock when he drank in the situation. You were sitting on the bed and there was a chair directly across from you. There were a few cameras set up. One that faced you directly and another aimed at the empty chair. Behind you on the wall was a projection of a video call that featured every single member from the cult in their own home. They looked nervous.

“Have a seat, Peter.”

He swallowed. “Um, darling? What’s going on?” Despite the shake to his voice, he did as you asked. He should’ve felt more self-conscious of the fact that he was being filmed. 

“We needed to have that talk.” You were dressed down in a bathrobe. He didn’t like the look of this at all. “And I needed everyone present.”

“Why…?”

You crossed your legs and he didn’t miss the way that the others followed your actions with eager eyes. 

“I’ve been thinking a lot over these past few days. About how you ended up becoming a cult leader and using their blind devotion to get to me. I shouldn’t have expected any less. It didn’t really hit me until I saw that video you shared with them.”

Peter tried to make himself look as small as possible. He would regret that for the rest of his life. He couldn’t take this suspense.

“The name of your little fan club is Serendipity’s Chosen. Right? And going by your beliefs, you all think that I’m some kind of goddess. I’m the one you’re supposed to worship. I’m the one you can’t live without. You say that your feelings towards me are all just admiration. You make yourselves all sound so harmless. I think you’re all very confused about one thing, though.”

You fumbled with the tie on your robe and it came undone. Nothing was on view yet, but everyone was on the edge of their seats. Including Peter.

“Peter…or Black Heart, BH, whatever you want to call him…he’s not the one who calls the shots. It’s me. I’m the one you follow. You’ve been very misguided in thinking that his word holds any kind of power. I guess it’s a good thing I found out about this, because now I have the opportunity to give you all one test. If you’re pure of faith, then you’ll pass. If not, then you’re a fake believer.”

All their faces went ashen the minute you disrobed. You let the clothing pool at your feet and stood tall so they could drink in your entire form. Without the darkness of the room that Peter’s original video had. Without his body blocking specific angles. You were baring yourself to them.

“The test is simple. I’m going to be pleasuring myself. If you cum, you fail.”

None of them even knew what to say.

“I’m not going to fault you for getting hard. That’s a natural response. But cumming is different. If you respect me, and you view your love for me as pure and ‘transcending’ sex or whatever the hell you call it, then you can withhold that urge. You’ll do that for me. If you don’t, then that means you’re a fraud and you are going to leave this group forever. It means you were fooling yourself, you are not worthy to follow me, and you will never interact with me ever again. Not by proxy, not by ‘accident’, nothing. You are admitting to me that you are a failure and I won’t tolerate it because guess what? I’m The Perfection. ”

They were all in awe.

“If you cum, it’s over for you. You turn off your camera and leave. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes,” came the disjointed chorus from the men on the screen.

You turned your eyes toward Peter. “Is that clear?”

“Of course, darling,” he murmured, his cheeks pink. “I understand.”

“Good. Enjoy the show.”

You knew Peter was conflicted. He wanted to watch this, but he was also very aware that you weren’t alone. The idea of you baring yourself to other people, whether you were attracted to them or not, really hurt him. You might have felt more sympathetic to him if he hadn’t already pissed you off royally.

You ran your hands down your curves, paying extra special attention to the dip in your waist and the slopes of your hips. You palmed one of your breasts and used the other to trail down between your legs. You spread your legs open a little and gave the camera a sneak peek of the way your finger brushed just the inside of your labia and your breath hitched.

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That didn’t take long. You could see from the computer screen one of the members’ screens went black. Good. 

“It’s too bad you can’t join me, Peter.” You focused on him out of all the images on the screen. You could see he was already rock hard and his cock bobbed with every shift on the chair. “I bet you would just love to wreck me. I haven’t touched myself since I left. I bet you can imagine just how juicy it is…as a matter of fact, why don’t I show you?”

You drew your fingers away and spread them apart. Peter’s pupils blew wide into hearts when you showed him how sticky they were, your iridescent cum clinging from one digit to the next. You put them to your lips and sucked it off, your tongue lapping up your juices, before your now slick and wet fingers slipped inside with zero resistance.

“Oh~! It’s been a while, so I’m really tight …”

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You spread your legs wider and gave him a full view of everything. How the wet curls of your pubic hairs were pressed flat against your mons pubis. You curled your finger inside and your thighs tensed.

“It feels good, but…not as good as your tongue. Or your fat dick. ”

Peter’s expression was still neutral, but you could tell the dirty talk was wearing on him.

“Don’t you want a taste, Peter? I bet you do. I didn’t even shower today.”

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That set him off. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and a splash of saliva ran down his chest. His nipples were stiff in the cool air of the room and goosebumps rippled across his skin. He dug his heels into the carpet and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his dick getting redder as the minutes went by. You watched as pre-cum wept from the tip and formed a pool on the seat of the chair, cradling his balls that twitched with the sight of you fucking yourself on your fingers.

“Poor thing. I bet you’re so touch-starved. It’s been a whole week since I’ve made you cum. Did you force your hand to fall asleep so all the feeling in it went away? Until it didn’t feel like it was yours anymore and you could imagine it was me when you jerked off? Like you used to do before we were together? It’s not the same, is it? You like how soft my hands are. You like how my nails dig into your skin and leave those angry red marks all over you.”

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“Before you ask, no. You don’t get to touch me.” You reached over the side of the bed and pulled out the toy box that was shoved underneath the mattress. The egg vibrator was ready to go and it took only a little bit of lube to pop it in. The tail settled on your clit and as soon as you turned it on your hips jerked. “This is good enough. I got along just fine…before you…I can make myself cum as many times as I want on this. Without your help.”

“But it feels so much better when it’s me!” Peter burst, finally at his limit. He squeezed his thighs together. “I can reach that spot that has you seeing stars. Darling, I’ve been so patient. Won’t you let me? All it would take is my tongue and I promise you’ll agree that I’m better than anything or anyone!”

His dick was borderline purple at this point from the blood pulsing through it. It kept twitching and bobbing just enough that you wondered if he really would cum without your permission. He was very good at controlling himself as you’d learned through trial and error in the past. But he hadn’t gone any long amount of time without you helping him get off in some way, even if it was just by him straddling your back and humping you until he came.

You turned the vibration up and your back arched. The fact that you were being watched by a group of strangers made this the ultimate turn-on. Your body clenched around the toy when the orgasm rocked through you and you made sure to be as vocal as possible. You were used to moaning and screaming because Peter went absolutely feral when you did, but this was to make a point. You were going to make him feel completely crushed that it felt just as good when he wasn’t involved at all.

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“Mm…” You pulled the toy out of you and were rewarded with a fresh rush of cum that splattered against the sheets. “Wow, t-that’s…so much…”

“Y-you’ve made your point.” Peter’s voice was so, so small. “I-I’m sorry. Please let me touch you. I-I want to clean you up.”

You stood up on shaky legs and dragged your feet across the carpet until you were standing in front of him. You held the soiled toy in front of him and his tongue snaked out to touch it. He was a hair’s breadth away from tasting your juices before you pulled it away and sucked it off yourself, licking it clean and tossing the now useless toy at his feet.

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“Wh-why would you do that?” Peter whimpered. “Just a little taste…p-please…”

You bent over and gave him a full view of your ass and dripping pussy. “Yeah, no. Now you can watch me fuck this dildo. You’ll love it. Except…oh, I think I forgot to tell you that this one was modeled after one of Lucy’s ex’s. She gave it to me because she said it was the best dick she ever had. Let’s put it to the test.”

“No!” Peter’s hands clenched into fists. “No, no! Why do you still have that?! I looked for it everywhere so I could throw it away! Please, darling, don’t! It’s one thing if it’s a generic toy, but that’s someone else!”

You ignored his pleas and pulled it out. You had skillfully hidden it amongst the tons of toys Peter had purchased in preparation for your move into his apartment. It was hidden in plain sight. You pulled the girthy toy out and ran your fingers along the pronounced veins made with far too realistic silicone.

“He was a big boy, wasn’t he?” you whispered, knowing full well Peter could hear you praise what was essentially another man’s dick. “I bet he’ll feel so good inside me.”

“Dear, I’m begging you, don’t,” Peter all but sobbed. “Not that one. Anything else. Please. I can sit here for hours while you edge me like this, just don’t stick it inside! That pussy is mine! ”

You drizzled a hefty amount of lube on the tip and rubbed it in with your palm. Peter watched as you squatted over the toy. You didn’t even look at him because you didn’t want this to be about him. You lowered yourself onto the tip and felt the head push through your folds, spreading you wide open, stretching you to the limit, breaking you open until you tossed your head back and actually cried out.

“A-ah…it hurts…so good…”

Peter all but wailed when he saw it disappear inside of you. Tears were freely streaming down his cheeks and his shoulders wracked with sobs. Despite his visceral reaction, he was still on the verge of cumming. He hadn’t softened at all.

“Oh, fuck!” You had only gotten about halfway in before your body started convulsing. You had been rubbing your clit to help open yourself up to take more of it in, and the hard stretch combined with the ridges along the sides hit you in just the right way. You hunched over and squeezed as tight as you could around it, wishing that you could milk it the way you did with Peter’s cock. “C-cumming!”

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You dropped your hips down all the way until your ass nearly met the carpet. You couldn’t believe you took the entire thing. You gazed down at the floor and were so overwhelmed with how thick it was inside of you that you lost the ability to speak or even make a sound.

The only sound in the room aside from your quiet huffs was Peter’s sobs.

“I just came…on another man’s dick…” you panted, locking eyes with him finally. “And it was fucking amazing.”

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There was one person left on the call. You didn’t even bother looking to see who it was. You simply lifted your hips up and pulled yourself off the dildo inch by inch until it came out with a messy pop. Cum ran down your inner thighs and dripped onto the carpet as the dildo rolled off to the side. 

You started a slow crawl toward Peter, making sure your hips swayed with every move. He had his face buried in his hands as he cried. His dick looked so painful. You bet that even if you did touch him, just a little bit, he would be oversensitive and pull away from you.

He wiped his tears on his arm and realized you were in front of him. His face was blotchy from crying. He trembled with need. You dragged your eyes down his heaving chest, past the sight of his ribs straining against his skin with every breath, down the dip of his belly button and to the tuft of hair that met the base of his cock.

“You could cum, you know,” you whispered. “Then again…that would mean you would have to leave me alone, too. I can’t set a bad example for my followers by playing favorites.”

He swallowed hard. “I-I am your favorite, sweetie, I’m your only.”

“Then don’t ever think about sharing me with your subscribers again.”

Your hands hovered over his skin. You were as close as you could be without giving him the touch he so desperately craved. You dragged them through the air and feigned as if you were about to stroke him. If he concentrated hard enough he could probably imagine the softness of your skin on his. He shuddered and you could tell it was taking everything for him not to arch up and close the distance between you.

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” you told him softly, making sure those striking blue eyes locked with yours. “But I’m not breaking up with you. I’m just as crazy about you as you are for me. If this group of guys helped bring you to me, then that’s fine. I want them out of our lives though, because this next chapter in our lives is just for you and me.”

“I want that, too.” He bit his lower lip. “So…you forgive me?”

“Yeah. And I know I’m going to regret it, but I don’t care. That makes me just as fucked up as you. They did get one thing right: we’re made for each other.”

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You felt an immense weight off your shoulders when you turned around. Every single person on the stream was gone. It was just the two of you left. You let out a shaky laugh and sank to the floor. The exhaustion from the show you put on hit you all at once. Your thighs were sore. You were stretched to the limits. You tried not to think about how tacky your skin was from the dried cum.

“I-I did it, darling…” Peter’s face wrenched up in a pain-tinged smile. “C-Can I cum now? Please? Will you help me?”

You laughed from deep in your gut. “No. You don’t get to cum. I’m cleaning up and then going to the living room to catch up on all the shows I missed while I was gone. That stupid hotel only had basic cable. You should probably go take a cold shower, that looks like it hurts.”

You were positive you heard him throw himself onto the bed and scream into one of the pillows when you left the room. Oh, well. He brought it upon himself.

Both of you spent the next few weeks on high alert. You hoped that the ex-members would take their promise seriously and that ended up being the case. The chat was purged and deleted. There were no more random moments of good fortune sent your way. Your life was as mundane as everyone else’s. You didn’t have a group of people shadowing your every move and praying for your blessing every night, as it should be.

Sometimes, though, when Peter was recording his videos or hosting livestreams, you would show up on screen and plant a kiss on his cheek in passing. His audience loved it and the chat or comment section would blow up with positivity. 

Was it tempting fate? Maybe. The glint in your eye when you looked directly into the camera promised the person on the other side that it would be foolish to challenge you. You would win every time.

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“I know this is the last thing you’ll want to hear, but your not-so secret admirer is out there waiting for you.”

Your eyes clenched shut as a wave of embarrassment washed over you. TK was right. You didn’t want to go through this today. Of course you knew it was cowardly to outright avoid his calls for the past few days, but you hadn’t expected him to show up at your workplace. You thought he would take the hint.

“You want me to call the cops?” they joked. “He obviously needs to be on a psych hold for how many flowers he’s spent in the past few weeks alone.”

“I’ll deal with him.” You didn’t mean to sound so weary. 

TK’s attitude changed immediately. “Hey, are you okay? Has he been bothering you?”

“Not in the way you might think. I’ll be right back.”

You ducked out the kitchen doors and made your way to the table near the back of the restaurant. True to TK’s word, there was a sizable bouquet that was already arranged with your favorite flowers. Part of you should have been flattered that he remembered what they were, but annoyance took precedent. You planted yourself in front of him and his raccoon-like eyes swiveled up to meet you.

“Darling!”

“Peter,” you offered curtly. “We need to talk. Not in here. Come with me.”

He stood up and followed you obediently out the side door that led to the alley. The only company you would have here would be the little family of rats that hung out in the bottom of the dumpster. You tried to ignore the musty smell of the rotting garbage and instead focused on what you would say next.

“Look, I’m sorry for not responding–”

“That’s okay. I know you’re busy.”

“–but I don’t think this is going to work out.” You couldn’t beat around the bush. He was either dense or willfully played ignorant and you had time for neither. “We gave it a try, but it’s just not happening. So I’m sorry.”

He just stared. His brows knit together. “Sorry for…?” 

“Peter, I don’t want to see you again.”

“What?” Finally! You were wondering when that lightbulb would turn on. “W-why? Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re a sweet guy, Peter,” you muttered through the distinct memories of his overbearing behavior. “And I appreciate your interest. But I just don’t think we’re that compatible and the date the other night kind of proved it.”

“What was wrong with the date?” He started to sound a little panicked. “Did I say something wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No…I mean, kind of. In the moment.” You sighed. “I didn’t want to tell you this because I don’t want you to get discouraged. The date was fine. I had fun. But then when I invited you inside, and we started fooling around, well…you weren’t good. At all. In fact, I’m pretty sure that was the worst sex I’ve had in my entire life.”

You felt awful for being so blunt. He would either take the criticism or, more than likely, blow up on you for being a bitch. You could handle men’s bruised egos. You had experience with that. What you weren’t expecting was that wobbly smile to linger on his face.

“You didn’t like it?”

“No. Not really.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin until afterwards. If I’d known, I should’ve lowered my expectations. But that was…really bad. The bite marks you left on my tits, you rubbed my clit like a gambling addict with a scratch off, the way you shoved two dry fingers inside of me the second I took my underwear off. You even put music on for background noise, I guess to make it sexy, but you couldn’t even hump to the rhythm. Or a beat. Or anything. And after you came - very early, I might add - you passed out on my bed! Without even getting ME off. I spent the rest of the night cleaning up the mess you made and trying to sleep even though you were holding me so tight I could barely breathe.”

“Oh…” You thought maybe he would lash out at you for emasculating him and that would be it. “You’re absolutely right, my love. I should’ve told you that I was…inexperienced beforehand. But now that I know what to work on, as your boyfriend I’ll do my best to make sure I don’t do it again.”

“Boyfriend?” You were stunned. “Peter, we went out on one date. That doesn’t make you my ‘boyfriend’. And I’m telling you right now I don’t want to see you again. I gave you a chance because I was getting fed up with you hanging around the diner and trying to flirt with me when I was working. That’s all I could do. 

“We’re just different. I might not have room to speak because I’m a damn waitress in a shitty diner, but your job is literally to review products online. You’re ten years younger than me. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. If you thought you could find someone desperate so you could have someone more mature guiding your hand in all these new sexual experiences, then you were wrong in picking me. I’m not interested in dating someone who looks to me like I’m a teacher or because you want someone who will take what they can get. It’s just not happening.”

You didn’t enjoy making people feel uncomfortable, especially not Peter. While he was admittedly very weird and overly enthusiastic, he had always been kind to you. You just weren’t used to that. A starry-eyed man bringing you gifts and tokens of his affection every day for the past month? Unheard of.

You were used to the snickers from teenage girls who sat down in the grimy booths and commented on how your life must have been in shambles for waitressing at your age. You were used to the older regulars prying into your love life and telling you that your best years were behind you, and that you had better find someone because you weren’t getting any younger. That was old news. Those comments barely stung any more.

You left Peter in the alley and tried to erase that kicked puppy look from your mind. He would have to learn. You went against your gut instinct and fell for his syrupy words and persistence. But the experience was downright embarrassing. When you accepted his date invitation, you didn’t want him to misconstrue your interest as a confirmation of ALL his feelings. And guess what? He did exactly that.

You did feel bad for ducking into the kitchen for the rest of the night. It was slow enough where you didn’t have to see Peter still sitting at the booth, waiting for you so he could try to change your mind. When the diner closed, you sighed wearily when you saw the bouquet still sitting where he left it, untouched and with a signed card bursting with giddiness and excitement at his new “relationship”.

Contrary to what you expected, the week went by and Peter didn’t stop by again. You thought maybe you would need to be fledged by a couple of bodyguards - namely TK and Dad - every time you clocked in and out of work to avoid him. Neither of them said they saw him slip into the diner to have his usual meal of a basket of greasy fries and a strawberry milkshake. 

Maybe that was really all he wanted. Someone to lose his virginity to. He sought out an older woman and got what he asked for, so now he had the confidence to pursue people his own age. Of course it bruised your ego. What could you do, though? It was your own fault for being naïve to his perseverance.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t give up. On your day off, you were carrying a bag full of groceries when you spotted him loitering outside of your apartment building. He didn’t have a bouquet - which was a relief, you hated thinking about how much of a waste it would’ve been - but he did look a little anxious.

“Peter,” you called out from behind him, startling him enough to jump. “What are you doing here?”

He turned toward you and the warmth that filled his eyes almost had you do a double take. For a guy who had his heart stomped on, he seemed pretty happy to see you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to show up so unexpected. I needed to talk with you in person and I knew that if I texted or called, you wouldn’t answer.” He fumbled with his fingers. “I only need a few minutes. Please.”

“It’s not really a good time…”

“I can carry those up for you. I don’t even have to come inside,” he stressed. “I just need to tell you something.”

You weren’t trying to give him a reason to think he still had a chance. He had respected your boundaries so far. He hadn’t been blowing up your phone or begging you to take him back. You knew it probably wasn’t the best idea, but you eventually nodded.

“Okay. But I’m not inviting you in.”

He beamed. “That’s - thank you! I promise I won’t take long.” He reached out to the bag in your arms. “I’ve been spending a lot of my free time at the gym, I promise this is nothing.”

Truth be told, your arms were sore from the deep clean you had to do in the diner kitchen. “Thanks, Peter.”

You were quiet the entire walk up the stairs. He made a few offhand comments about how nice it was out and that he hoped you’d been doing well. You went along with his polite small talk but never pushed any further than that.

After you unlocked the door, you turned to face him.

“So what did you want to talk about?”

“I just wanted to say…I’m sorry about what happened that night. I didn’t mean for it to go like that. I was just really excited and…that’s not an excuse. But the truth is, I don’t just want sex from you. I really do want a relationship. I want to be your boyfriend. And…if that means never even having sex with you again because I messed up that badly, I don’t care. I still want to be with you.”

You stared at him. He stared back. His earnestness was enough to draw a giggle from your throat that turned into full-blown laughter.

“You’re fine with us never having sex?” you repeated. “Really?”

“Really.” His voice was firm. “I can take care of myself. I’ve done it for this long. If I can’t get better at it, I would rather not do it at all than hurt or disappoint you again.”

You weren’t sure why you were inclined to believe him. Anyone else and it would’ve sounded like utter bullshit.

“I wanted to take you out somewhere nice…to apologize,” he stressed, placing a hand out before you could respond. “Not somewhere casual like we went to before. An actual romantic dinner. I just want one more chance to show you how serious I am, without the sex getting in the way. I shouldn’t have lost control like that, it was all so new, you were so beautiful, and I…” He cleared his throat, his gaze dropping down again. “Just one date, that’s all I’m asking.”

You looked him over. He was tense. His teeth snagged on his lower lip. You were sure he had been practicing looking as pathetic as possible to earn at least an iota of pity from you. Damn him for getting it to work.

“Okay. One date.” You reached forward and gently took your groceries out of his hands. “I get to pick the place and time. I’ll text you when I’ve made a decision. Don’t hound me about it or it’s off.”

“Sure, yeah!” His cheeks went pink. “Thank you! I’ll make it special, I promise!”

You laughed under your breath. “And you can come back to the diner, if you want. Just not every day. And please relax with the flowers. I get sad when I have to keep throwing them out after a week or so.”

Peter didn’t seem deterred at all and in fact nearly fell trying to skip down the stairs. You locked yourself back into your apartment, decorated with a wide variety of arrangements gifted from him, and breathed in deep. The sweet scent of the petals drowned out the voices of rationality in your head.

You made Peter wait a few weeks before you sent him the details of your date. Was it a little cruel? Sure. You knew based on his personality alone that he must have been sitting and waiting by the phone, chewing on his fingers, his heartbeat picking up whenever a notification flashed on the screen. The reasoning behind your decision was that you wanted to test him, plain and simple. You wanted to see if he took your words seriously and whether he would push. To your surprise, he didn’t.

You chose a really nice restaurant that served your favorite foods. It wasn’t anywhere overly expensive, but you liked the atmosphere. The warm orange lighting, the appropriately spaced tables, the clink of champagne and wine glasses, and the soothing piano playing in the background all meshed together wonderfully. You had insisted on meeting him there instead of him swinging by to pick you up (you still had nightmares about that van he drove). 

You were still standing in line to check in when you saw a server walk up to you. She explained that Peter came early and had been on the lookout for you.

She took you over to a private table near the back of the restaurant. You were thankful for that. Peter stood up and all but yanked your chair out for you so you could sit down. You took one glance at his attire and did a double-take.

“What are you wearing?”

“It’s a suit.” He pressed a hand against his chest. “Did I do something wrong?”

You didn’t want to laugh at him, it just came out. “I mean, it’s a little formal. Not too bad, but…you didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I’m not really good at fashion and stuff like that…” he trailed off. “I mean, I never really have been. I just wear what’s comfortable. I like blue. I can return it if you really don’t like it.”

“No, that’s okay.” You couldn’t hide the grin on your face. “You’re just really cute. In a clueless kind of way.”

“O-oh. Thanks…I guess?” He slipped into his seat and tried to hide his bashful expression. “Did you want to order a drink? I don’t really do it much, but it’s a special occasion. And don’t worry, I can be your designated driver, or…uh, get you a cab instead.”

“I appreciate it. You can relax. I’m not trying to make you nervous.”

You did end up ordering your go-to drink. Peter made a face at the wine and beer list, opting instead for a rum and coke. He didn’t waste any time sipping at it the moment it hit the table. You were a little concerned about him, mostly because you assumed he hadn’t even eaten today. He admitted to you that he rarely had an appetite, if ever, and he mostly satiated those feelings with candy and pastries.

“You sure you don’t want to slow down?” you asked him after he ordered another drink. “You haven’t even eaten yet.”

“I’m…actually not that hungry,” he admitted. “But it all looks good. I was thinking I would just get something for dessert.”

You shook your head. “It’s not a dinner date if you don’t have dinner with me, Peter. At least get something light. You probably haven’t had anything to eat today, have you?”

He looked a little sheepish. “Well…”

“We can order something big and share it if you want.”

He warmed up to the idea immediately. You should have found his picky behavior off-putting, but he was so honest and open with you. It was as if he wasn’t afraid of judgment. You found yourself easing into a normal conversation with him, just as you had during your last date. He was interesting. His job was a little unorthodox, sure, but he seemed passionate about it. He was very down to earth. He didn’t brag about himself or make shallow comments to try and flatter you the entire night.

You did notice that maybe the alcohol was making him a little loose-lipped. The permanent cherry-red stain on his cheeks spoke volumes about where his head was at.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he rambled while the waiter dropped off dessert. “I knew it from the second I saw you in the diner. I know you told me you don’t believe in love at first sight, but I’ve never felt anything like that before. I love learning about you. This is the happiest I’ve been in years.”

“I think you just need a little more experience under your belt,” you laughed. “You shouldn’t want to settle down with someone like me. I’ve got my fair share of problems, I’m not perfect.”

“There isn’t anything you’ve been through that would make a difference to me.” His tone was stubborn as he stabbed his fork into the flaky crust of the pie slice he ordered. “I love how hardworking you are. You’re so kind. And gorgeous.”

“You said that already.”

“Oh.” He went to drink from his glass and realized it was empty.

“I think you should drink some water, instead.” You pushed the cold glass over to him. “At this rate I’m going to be the one taking you home.”

“I wouldn’t mind. I just love being around you. We don’t even have to do anything. Just watching you at the diner is enough for me. I could spend my whole life doing that if that’s what you wanted.”

The few drinks you had under your belt managed to eat away at the blood-soaked flags waving directly in your face. You took what he said as a compliment and your heart did a few somersaults when you realized how devoted he truly was.

You helped Peter out of his seat when dinner was over. He wasn’t drunk, exactly, but you could tell he was buzzed. He was much more animated, smiley and talkative. He squeezed your hand when you walked outside and made your way down the sidewalk. It would take about twenty minutes to get to your apartment complex at the pace he was going. Strangely enough, you didn’t really mind.

“I had a really fun time with you,” Peter gushed. “Thanks for humoring me.”

“...I actually had fun, too.” You would admit it. You were wrong about him. “I’m sorry for ghosting you like that. It really wasn’t the best way to deal with what happened. I guess I was just disappointed because I felt used.”

“That was all my fault. I should’ve done more research than just the stuff I saw in porn. The truth is…before you, um…there hasn’t been anyone.”

“Yeah, I know. You said you were a virgin.”

“I mean…no one…that I had feelings for.” Peter’s shoulders dropped a little bit. “I never felt that way for anyone. Not even crushes when I was a kid. So when I saw you, it was like…something new, something bigger than me. I don’t know how to explain it. You’re special to me. I know you’ve dated other guys before…”

“And that I was engaged.”

“...yeah, that too. So…I know I’m not really as experienced as you’re used to. But I want to be. If it’s with you. I don’t want anyone else…and I never will.”

He sobered up on the walk. It wasn’t as if he was trashed to begin with and him gulping down several glasses of water during the last half hour of your meal helped. You enjoyed the silence together for the rest of the way to your apartment. His presence was comforting. It was nice taking a late-night stroll without having to worry about creeps seeing you as a target. The six-and-a-half foot tall guy desperately clinging to you was enough of a deterrent.

Peter let go of you reluctantly when you got to the complex.

“Uh…can we go out again sometime?” His voice was small.

You looked him over. Was he conventionally attractive? No, though he was charming in an awkward type of way. He was attentive and always receptive to your needs in the time you’d known him. He was starting to make you feel like he was actually serious about you. The thought scared you a little bit but was invigorating all the same.

“We can, but…I’d really like you to come up again.” You looked him directly in the eyes and relished the way they widened in shock. “Now that I know more about your situation, I want a do-over.”

“Is…this a test? Because I told you I’m willing to wait. I don’t want to hurt you. Plus, I’m sure you’re tired, but–”

You grabbed his tie and pulled him down for a kiss. You could still taste the sweet bite of sugar from his earlier dessert. He was frozen the entire time you kissed him and didn’t even seem to breathe until you pulled away.

“I’m not going to ask again, Peter. Come up to my room.”

 That time he knew you were serious. You relished the look of absolute awe on his face when you guided him upstairs. If you were nervous, you didn’t show it. There was no fumbling with the keys in the doorway because of passionate kissing as you might have done with previous lovers. You guided him inside and once he passed the threshold, you pushed him backwards by the chest to your room.

You helped peel him out of his clothes. He was so thin and frail underneath the snazzy blue suit he had picked up just for the occasion. You helped him shrug the jacket off his shoulders, loosen his tie, unbutton his collared shirt and eased him out of those freshly pressed pants of his. The entire time he gazed at you like he was mentally rattling off a list of all the nasty things he wanted to do to you. 

“I don’t want it to be about me,” he pleaded when you grabbed his cock and pumped him a few times. “Let me make up for what I did. Please?”

How could you say no to that? You reclined on the bed and he hovered over you, sweat beading at his brow and his chest heaving. He lowered his mouth down to the swell of your breast and dragged his impossibly thick tongue around your areola, the tip of it flicking against your nipple.

“Just be gentle…and don’t bite me unless I ask or tell you to,” you laughed. 

Your breath hitched when he puckered his lips against your nipple and began to suck softly. With his free hand that wasn’t propping himself up, he grabbed hold of your breast. He was going to start yanking at it until you guided his hand with your own. You encouraged him to rub his thumb over your nipple, graze his palms over every inch of your flesh, massaging it until it was tender and oh-so ready for him to put into his mouth.

“Mmph…that’s good…”

He pulled away and a line of saliva trailed down to the bottom of his chin. He dove back down again to the opposite breast. His eyes were electric in the dark, zeroing in on your expression, grinding against your thigh and smearing a hefty amount of pre-cum on your skin.

You gave him a gentle push on his shoulder and urged him to work his way down south. He left supple kisses on your stomach and paid extra special attention to those stretch marks burned into your skin. He spread your thighs apart and stared at your pussy with his tongue all but lolling out of his mouth.

“I can’t wait to taste you again,” he huffed, dipping down further so he could inhale deeply. “Oh, fuck, you smell so good~”

You were still shocked at how quickly his attitude turned around when he was turned on. You called his name so he would look up at you.

“I’m going to show you how I play with myself first. Then you can try it on me.”

“Yeah, okay. I can do that.” He bit down on his lower lip and his half-lidded eyes zeroed in on the shameless display.

You dipped your middle finger between your folds and gathered as much slick as you could before dragging it across your clit. You tried to show him the right amount of pressure. Firm with a steady pace. That wasn’t the way you always played with it, but he needed to learn the basics before he could try it on you. You made sure to show him that you went around the tip of it rather than zeroing in on it like it was a button waiting to be mashed. You circled your finger around and around in a safe rhythm, before your finger began to speed up. Peter watched in awe when you dug your heels into the mattress and squeezed your eyes shut, body wracking with pleasure when you came.

You spread your folds apart so he could get a full view of how sticky and slick you were after cumming. He gulped audibly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He reached out to you and you grabbed his wrist before he could get any closer. You pulled his arm upwards and took both his index and middle finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue around and soaking him to the bone with saliva. He whimpered. When he pulled his fingers back, dripping, you perked a brow and smirked at him.

“Now you can stick it inside.”

With an orgasm under your belt, his fingers slipped inside much more smoothly. Nothing like the other night where you felt yourself stretch and burn when he shoved them inside. He seemed shocked at how different it was now that you were actually wet. He didn’t even move his fingers, his eyes swiveling up to you for guidance.

“In and out is good…or curling your finger. Mm! Just like that…”

Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away at the sight of you. This was so different. You were pliant, accepting, needy, even. He buried his fingers in deep and his cock twitched every time you tightened up around him. It would feel like heaven inside of you. He wanted to be balls deep already, he’d been thinking about it for the past few weeks.

“Ouch!”

“S-sorry.” He stilled his wrists.

“You don’t have to do anything weird with your fingers, you’re not strumming a guitar. Just go back to what you were doing before.”

He concentrated harder and this time he was thrilled to hear a small moan build in your throat. Peter hadn’t realized how sweet it would sound when he was the one who drew it out of you. His chest tightened. You were heaving against him. He was the one bringing you to ruin. He ignored the ache in his wrist and continued to thrust his fingers inside of you.

“Peter, put your tongue to work, I’m close –”

He dove down with gusto, lapping at you and swirling around your clit with the same care you showed him earlier. He was mindful of his teeth this time. His tongue was warm and soaking with drool, drizzling it all over your pussy, circling and flicking against the hard tip until he felt your thighs start to quake. He went deeper between your legs, loving how your musk was smeared all over his cheeks and chin, fastening his mouth against you while fucking you with his fingers.

Your thighs wrapped around his head and he saw stars. He felt you clench around him and the orgasm tear through your body. He heard you moan out his name. A fresh round of cum splashed against his tongue and he drank it all up greedily.

He sat up with a drunken blush. His body was buzzing with endorphins and he realized it was because in the midst of your orgasm he came too. His eyes were heavy but he forced them open to drink you in. You were sensitive, tender, bare to him and only him.

He wanted to be inside of you so bad.

You sat up from the bed and urged him to take your space. Peter’s head hit the pillows and he was wrapped up in the smell of your shampoo and sweat soaking into sheets. He gazed down at his cock, which you had in your hand and pressed the tip to your pussy. He didn’t have any time to react. With your back facing him, you sank down onto the full length of him and took every inch inside.

“You have to prep me before you use this on me…it’s been awhile.” You glanced at him over your shoulder. “Now hold onto me.”

Peter dug his fingers into the fat of your hips as you bounced on top of him. He bucked into you but you forced him down so he wouldn’t ruin the pace you set. You were fine doing the work if he wasn’t going to do it right. It had been a while since you’d been this active in bed and you would be lying if you said your thighs weren’t starting to get sore. You pushed through the discomfort and instead focused on the giant dick currently rearranging your insides.

He didn’t last long - you felt him cum inside of you while you were still building up your own orgasm - but it didn’t matter. He was still hard. No complaints here. You fucked him into the mattress, rubbing your clit, climbing that high until the orgasm hit you full force. You stilled, save for your twitching insides and trembling shoulders, and squeezed so tightly around his dick that you were sure he was going to start sobbing from overstim.

The room was silent save for your shared breaths. You gulped for air. You were thoroughly spent in a way you hadn’t felt for a long time. You pulled yourself off his lap and let out a strangled cry when the head popped out and a stream of cum ran down your thighs. Peter took the opportunity to reach forward and knead your ass, enjoying the way your skin was prickling from the sudden cool air of the room.

“Better than last time?” he asked, a cocky smirk on his face. “I guess I should’ve told you I’m a fast learner.”

“Okay, don’t let it get to your head…” You wobbled as you tried to right yourself and crawl into a more comfortable position. “Beginner’s luck.”

“If you’re not convinced, I could show you…”

You were shocked to find him hard, again, and he pinned his dick against your back, rubbing up and down to make sure you felt it.

“Again?”

“Darling, as many times as you can take it.”

“Ha! We’ll see about that.”

You shouldn’t have opened your mouth. You thought Peter was just bluffing and that he would conk out the same as he had last time. You weren’t sure what the difference was, but the man literally fucked you until the early hours of the morning. You were exhausted. Your body was sore. You were uncomfortably wet and dripping with cum. The bed was a mess. But it didn’t matter - he would find the strength to go again.

He still made mistakes, sure, but it was a far cry from his first time. He listened to you. Very closely. In fact, he was the most attentive partner you ever had. He was constantly observing your reactions and chasing the ones that interested him the most. You were bent and twisted in positions that you were sure he didn’t even know about, he was just trying to find new ways to fuck you until you screamed.

He ended up staying the night. Instead of disgust, however, you did look at him fondly when he was buried in your pillows with that dopey, sexed-out smile on his face. You didn’t even mind when he reached over and felt around for you. You backed into him and sank into the warmth of his embrace.

The months passed and you no longer shied away from the “boyfriend” label that Peter gave himself. It sounded a little childish, but what else would you call him at this point? A partner? Your day was spent with thoughts of him. Texting, chatting on the phone, meeting up for quick lunch dates in the middle of your shifts.

Not to mention the sex. He was very serious in learning how to be better at it, how to last longer so he didn’t bust inside of you the moment he stuck it in. He learned that lube wasn’t a bad thing or an indicator of how well he was doing. He was open to using toys on you, too. Whatever you wanted.

Peter was…for lack of a better word, insatiable. The man had infinite stamina. It didn’t matter how many rounds you went, he would always beg for just “one more”. Sometimes when you were too exhausted to move he wouldn’t even hesitate to just hump against you until he came. You were immune to the smell and taste of his cum by now because there was just so much of it. You were used to finding it in your hair, on the back of your clothes, or even in your food (and he always thought you didn’t notice, too). He insisted on creampies every single time and while yes, it was fun and felt good, it was messy as hell.

“Peter, I’m just kind of tired tonight, that’s all…”

“That’s okay, honey! I’ve got a warm bath waiting for you. It’ll help relieve all your tension.”

And it did. You walked out feeling refreshed. But it took all of thirty seconds to realize that wasn’t the only reason why he ran it for you. His wandering hands that squeezed your stomach and thighs spoke volumes about his motivations.

“Peter…”

“I promise I’ll be quick. You’re just so tempting, I can’t stand it. Please?”

“Alright…fine.”

He spun you around and pushed you over the side of the bed, all but ripping your towel off. So much for wanting to scrape off all the sweat and tears from your earlier shift. You were relieved that he spread your cheeks apart and ate you out beforehand. Nothing worse than that time he was so excited he forgot to prep you and tried to go in dry. You were pretty sure you kneed him in the groin for that one. 

When you were on the verge of cumming and thoroughly soaked, he grabbed your hips and dragged you onto his cock in one quick thrust.

“Oh, darling, you’re so tight!” His fingers dug into your skin. “I’ve been waiting for this all day. Unf…fuck!”

He was going a little harder than usual, which wasn’t a problem, but you glanced over your shoulder at him with a wince.

“Peter, be gentle, I’m sore–”

“S-sorry!” 

He pulled out so he could reposition himself. You were shocked when he grabbed both of your legs and tugged you backwards so they hung off the bed. Without any warning at all, he pulled your thighs up towards his groin so your entire lower half was suspended. You clung to the bed for dear life and your arms strained to hold your weight.

“I saw this today and wanted to try it–”

“Peter! What the hell!”

“I really like this angle, I can see all of you. Don’t worry about your weight, just let me–”

Your back twitched from the sudden twisting around and you gasped. No way. NO! You struggled against him as he continued to babble to himself and you began to thrash when you felt the muscles near your lower back begin to spasm. You had about three seconds before they all tightened at once and caused a chain reaction of violent shocks through your body. You screamed in pain and Peter must have taken it as pleasure, because he only quickened his pace.

“PETER!”

“You’re close too? I knew it! Our bodies are connected–”

“GET OFF ME!”

He immediately stopped, shocked at your sudden change in behavior. You kicked at him and scrambled forward so you could lie flat on the bed. He watched your skin ripple and realized what happened.

“I-I’m so sorry! Wh-what do I do? What can I do to help?”

“Just…give me a minute…” You bit back a sob as you waited for the ache to subside. It took an agonizing sixty seconds for that to happen. You huffed, face down on the mattress, and turned your head to the side so you could give him some orders. “Can you grab that heating pad from the closet? And there’s some baclofen in the medicine cabinet. Fuck.”

You did feel bad for him. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, and honestly, if you were a little younger it wouldn’t have happened in the first place. He was at peak physical condition, flexible, and didn’t even bat an eye when trying all sorts of new positions he could barely wrap his head around. He had all of this…energy.

You ruminated on that fact for the entire recovery period, especially when you realized Peter was taking care of his overactive libido on his own. You thought maybe he would just wait until you were healed for sex. It didn’t happen. When you were lying in bed and scrolling through your phone, sometimes he would just excuse himself to the bathroom so he could rub one (or five) out. 

You weren’t meeting his needs despite the fact that he had done everything and anything for you. He loved you dearly in his own disgusting weird perverted unique little ways. He was attentive, kind, devoted and was always willing to work on himself and your relationship. Had you even made the most minimal amount of effort to satisfy him in bed, especially considering intimacy was so important to him? You didn’t think so. And you felt like shit for it.

The diner didn’t want you working too many hours there while you were trying to heal up. Not even because they were concerned for you, but more so because the sight of you hobbling around and trying to keep up with all of the orders was depressing as hell. As such, you spent a large majority of your time at the nearby gym to work with a physical therapist.

“Is there anything I can do to make sure this doesn’t happen again?” you asked him as he was positioning your body for a deep stretch.

“Besides warm-ups? This kind of thing happens with sudden, jerky movements and when you aren't properly stretched out. Just ease into physical activity from now on, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s better to take your time than risk hurting your back.”

You sighed. That wasn’t the answer you were looking for. “Okay, is there a way I can strengthen these muscles so they’re not susceptible to so many tears?”

“Yeah. Back exercises. You have to start out small so you don’t injure yourself. I can show you some basic ones if you’d like.”

You went to physical therapy three times a week which Peter didn’t seem to mind at first. But as the days dragged on, you found he grew more restless when it was time for you to go.

“So…what’s your therapist like?” he asked from the kitchen while he was washing dishes.

“He’s nice.” Your eyes were glued to the screen and you were completely absorbed in your favorite show. “He said he went to high school with my ex. I might have met him before at their ten year reunion and not even realized it. The time passes by quickly when I’m there, it’s nice to have someone my own age to talk to.”

The minute you said it aloud, you knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut. Peter paused in scrubbing the dishes for a good twenty seconds. You had no idea what he was doing and frankly you were afraid to look. When he did resume, it seemed like his pace was much quicker and he was punishing the dishware. You tried not to dwell on it too much, though the clenching in your gut said you should.

You went back to your usual routine and met up with your therapist. The two of you were much more relaxed around each other now that you’d established the basis for a friendship. He didn’t have any problems putting his hands on you so he could manipulate your body into the proper poses. You followed his lead and refused to take your eyes off him the entire time you were there, determined to take his advice so you would build up your stamina.

“Let me know if this is too tight.”

“Nnn…”

“Do you feel that?”

“Yeah…hurts…”

“Just hold that for a few more seconds.”

“Ah!”

You exhaled hard as you regained your sense of balance. The physical therapist gave you a proud smile as you reclined back on the mat. Of course you knew that this was going to be hard work, but you never imagined you would struggle this much. Peter made being flexible look so easy. You stared up at the ceiling and winced when you shifted to get a little more comfortable.

“Doing okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Here.” He handed you a bottle of water. He waited until you removed the cap to take a long drink before he spoke. “Look, I don’t wanna alarm you, but there’s this guy who has been peeking in on every one of our sessions. Just now he looked like he wanted to storm over and punch me in the throat for putting my hands on you. That wouldn’t happen to be your boyfriend, would it?”

You were very careful in not letting Peter catch you glancing over. Even with his hoodie up and him dressed in sweatpants and shoes, you would recognize his bony ass anywhere. You withstood the urge to sigh deeply.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“Isn’t he a little young? Should I let the cops know we’ve got a cradle robber on our hands?”

“Shut up,” you whacked his arm playfully. “I know you wouldn’t expect him to be into someone like me. But he’s honestly the nicest guy I’ve ever gone out with. Besides, you’re one to talk. I’ve seen the way you stare at those girls in spin class and they’ve got to be fresh out of college.”

You saw Peter leave and head to the locker rooms, so you excused yourself. You thought he would duck inside the men’s side, but to your surprise he slipped in the women’s locker room instead. The gym had mostly emptied out as most of the regulars were finished with their routines. Even so, he was pretty bold to waltz right in and ignore the threat of getting caught.

Sure enough, you found him standing in front of the locker your stuff was in. How did he even know? He dug into your gym bag and fished out your change of clothes. You weren’t sure what you expected. He shoved the bunched up shirt to his nose and took a deep inhale, his entire body shuddering and his free hand traveling down to palm at his pants.

“Peter!” you barked.

He jumped and dropped your clothes onto the floor. You watched him scramble to pick it up. “D-darling, I, um, you…I…”

You did enjoy watching him flounder for an excuse only to come up shorthanded. “Do you not trust me?”

“What?”

“I’m asking if you trust me. Because it seems like you don’t. Why else would you be spying in on my therapy sessions every week?”

He clutched your shirt to his chest and his eyes dropped down to the floor. His face was pink, whether it from embarrassment or excitement at being berated was hard to say.

“I just…got worried…”

“Worried about what?” You approached him and took the clothes before he started burying his face in it again. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I take commitment and communication seriously.”

“I know! Trust me…I know…” His voice wavered. “It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s…well…everyone. Especially him.” He couldn’t help but let those words wallow in acid before spitting them out. “He’s got a lot more in common with you than I do. I don’t want to lose you because you realize that we’re in two different stages in our lives. It doesn’t help that even though your physical therapy is ending that you’re still planning to come here, just to see him…”

“Peter…” You paused for a minute. Well, that was on you. You were trying to be secretive and you only ended up hurting him. “I’m going to be real with you, the reason why I’m working with him is because I feel like I’m not…doing well enough for you in bed.”

He blinked in response, as if your words still weren’t quite registering.

“I’m embarrassed at how out of shape I am compared to you. I can’t do all the crazy, exciting positions you want to try, and I can’t keep up with you in bed. One or two rounds is enough for me, but you just keep going. I don’t think I’m satisfying you. So I’m trying to build up my stamina. I don’t want you feeling neglected or…bored.”

Peter was at a loss for words. “Honey, I’m so sorry if you thought that, but you couldn’t be further from the truth. I…I’ve been trying to do all of these new things, new positions and lasting all night because, well, I thought that’s what you’re used to. You’re more experienced than I am and I want to make sure you’re not bored because I’m…not very good at it, still. But I promise I’m paying attention so I can get better!”

“I know you have, and I’m not expecting you to be a sex god overnight. Just because I have experience doesn’t mean my life was filled with all sorts of insane kinky adventures.” You actually had to laugh at that one. “You’re still discovering what you like and you want to try new things. I should be encouraging that. I don’t want us to do the same things over and over again and you feel like you’re missing out.”

He swallowed hard. “I would never feel that way. Being with you makes me feel whole. Like I told you before, even if you decided you didn’t want to have sex anymore, I would be okay with that. I just love being with you…”

You cupped his cheek and he leaned into your hand. His lips pressed against the curve of your palm and his lids lowered halfway.

“I guess I’ve been a little more insecure about this age gap than I thought,” you admitted. “It shouldn’t matter. We’re happy together, right? We don’t have to rush things. I don’t want to jinx anything or make assumptions, but I can see myself in this for the long haul. I already know how you feel about it, but I guess I just never really confirmed it. It’s hard to put that thought out into the universe without thinking it’s going to backfire.”

You gathered up the courage to meet his eyes and found they were glassy. He was always so open and emotional with you whenever you spoke about your feelings and it seemed this was no exception. 

“I already told you that I’ve never loved anyone else before…and I know I won’t,” Peter murmured. “I can’t erase what happened to you, but I want to make up for it.”

You let go of the clothing still wrapped up in your hands and pulled him in for a kiss. Peter hummed in delight when you backed him up against the lockers. His back hit at least three of them and the metal banged hard enough to echo in the empty locker room. It didn’t take more than a few seconds of your tongue in his mouth for you to feel him get hard, his dick straining against his sweatpants. You reached down and cupped your hand, rubbing, stroking him until you could feel a wet spot begin to bead through the fabric.

“Y-you’re so good…” Peter arched his back into you. “I’m already so close, I had to take care of myself earlier when I saw you bend over in your leggings–”

In the midst of his babbling you heard the telltale sound of sneakers squeak against the floors. You threw yourself off Peter and shot a panicked look over your shoulder. The people on the way to the locker rooms would flip if they saw him. Without warning you grabbed his hand and all but dragged him around the corner to the showers.

There were private stalls and you were relieved to find one of them empty. You flicked the curtain shut and felt Peter crouching behind you as you both listened.

“Oh. Looks like someone forgot to lock up their stuff.”

“Here, help me put it back. I’ll let the front desk know.”

You froze when you heard them stuff your bag back into the locker. It didn’t sound like they were leaving. If anything, the footsteps were drawing closer. They were coming straight for the showers. If they found you and Peter in here, you guys would be kicked out for sure. He had a raging boner and it would be clear what you two were getting up to in public. 

They closed in on the stall you were in, and in a panic, you reached over and flipped the shower on.

The thundering water drowned out any of the surprised gasps from Peter. You two were now soaked to the bone and still dressed in your workout clothes. You weren’t sure where the other person went, but they must have left knowing that your stall was occupied. You let out a sigh of relief and squeezed your eyes shut, just hoping that they would finish cleaning up quickly so you and Peter could sneak out.

You felt Peter reach around your chest and grab at your breast, tweaking your now-hard nipple through your t-shirt. They had stiffened in the icy sting of the water before he switched the settings to something more relaxing. You shuddered at his touch and felt him trail his opposite hand between your legs, dipping past your waistband so he could zero in on your clit.

“Peter?” you whispered sharply. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing where we left off.” He nestled his chin in the crook of your neck. “I know your back isn’t a hundred percent. So I want you to let me take care of you, darling.”

He drove a hard bargain, even more so when he had you by your two most sensitive parts. He urged you to follow him backwards so you could take a seat on the bench. His hands went to work as he tugged your leggings and panties - still sticking to your thighs and hips - all the way down to your ankles so he could get a full view of your dripping pussy.

Peter dragged his finger down the entire length of your labia before he spread both lips apart. He drank in the sight of you. All of those soft, spongy spots that he could lick and suck and have all to himself made him downright giddy. He pushed forward on his knees and went tongue-first, sinking the entire length into you and moaning when he realized you were so wet that he slipped right in without any resistance at all.

You gripped his head and pushed him down further. He didn’t mind at all. If anything he seemed to like being handled so roughly. You buried his face as far as it could go as the warmth of his breath washed over you and his fingers dug into your inner thighs.

“My stamina isn’t something you should be jealous of, my love,” Peter told you when he replaced his tongue with two fingers. “I’m just driven so crazy with how much I need you, I can’t stop. You don’t want this level of obsession. I can’t get anything done. All you need to do is look at me and I’m so ready for you. I wish I had less of an appetite so my thoughts weren’t so clouded with all of the ways I want to fuck you.”

“Maybe it’s a…phase?” you offered just seconds before you had to clap a hand over your mouth to stifle a moan. “I should be able to keep up until then.”

“I don’t think so.” His eyes flashed darkly from between your legs. He planted more kisses on your trembling thighs. “But I’ll take what you can give me and never ask for more than that. I promise it’s more than enough.”

You sighed and closed your eyes as he went to work. Sometimes he did use a little too much teeth, and you had to pull his head back, but for the most part he was benefiting from those hours he practiced. Peter wasn’t shy about getting messy. He liked feeling your cum splash and drip down his chin. It drove him crazy when he felt you tense up against his fingers and tongue when you came. He especially liked coaxing multiple orgasms from you and watching your eyes roll to the back of your head.

After clamping your thighs around his head and cumming for the umpteenth time, you finally pushed him away. You were so sensitive and even the ghost of his lips on your clit would’ve had you squirming from discomfort. Peter pulled away with a bright grin and admired his work.

You gasped for air. “You had your fun. Now help me up, I can’t move.”

Peter bounced alongside you while the both of you did the walk of shame absolutely soaking wet, your shoes squelching with every single step you took. You would have to send the janitor a gift card or something because they didn’t deserve this mess. You didn’t even have the balls go out the front entrance. Instead, both of you exited from the side door and trudged all the way to the parking lot.

“You have a blanket in the back of your van, right? I’m going to grab it and lie on it so your seat doesn’t get too wet.”

You opened up the double doors and climbed in to reach for it. You should’ve known better. Peter clambered in after you and slammed the doors closed behind him. You felt him crawl on top of you and pin you to the floor with what little weight he had to him. 

“Y-you know, I was thinking we should put in some extra practice right now!”

You groaned and pressed your cheek against the carpet as he grinded into you. “Fine. But you’re cleaning the stains out by yourself.”

“Deal!”

You heard some shuffling and relaxed, fully intending for him to take control and ravish you in the middle of this dingy parking lot. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to press the head of his dick against your ass.

“PETER! THAT’S THE WRONG HOLE!” You thrashed to get away from him before he could shove it inside without any prep and something snapped and began to spasm. “AH, FUCK!!! MY BACK!!!”

“I-I’M SORRY!”

Chapter Text

“Dammit…come on!”

In the corner of a dingy bathroom, you stood over the sink with a damp paper towel wrapped tightly in your fist. You rubbed it along the fabric of your shirt so roughly that bits and pieces flaked off, leaving nasty-looking brown fuzz all over your already ruined uniform. 

Some little twerp messed with the mustard dispenser at the counter and pumped the handle so hard that it squirted all over you. You were just passing by, too. 

As if today wasn’t already a piece of work. Someone vomited at the exit doors in theater four and you had to clean it up since you were the only one who could stand the smell without adding to the pile on the floor. Your pants ripped when you bent down to grab a hotdog that rolled underneath the machine. (Its suicide was a clear indicator that it would rather choose death in a trashcan than end up in a stale bun for someone to chomp on.) On top of everything, you had to stay late and close up for the night because someone called out.

You sighed and decided that this was the best you could do. There were only a few hours left on your shift and the midnight showing just started. Once that was over with, you’d be home free. You exited the bathroom and made the mistake of locking eyes with your manager across the room.

“Hey,” he called out to you before you could turn heel and run back inside. Maybe feign a stomach ache or something, that would work, right? “I need you to take the garbage out to the dumpster.”

“Yeah, sure. Okay.” You seethed inwardly. If he needed it done so badly, why not do it himself? “Just the one bag, right?”

“Nah. The newbie forgot to empty a couple of ‘em. Be careful, the new bags they sent us don’t hold nearly as well as the old ones. A little formaldehyde never hurt anyone, but I guess some people got loud enough that they switched it out. Don’t drag it across the street, it’ll bust open and I don’t need another raccoon sneaking into the storage closet again.”

You turned heel and headed for the back of the theater, all the while hoping that he wasn’t a mind reader, because you were going off right now. You were exhausted. You had class tomorrow. You were being wrung dry with all of these extra tasks because you needed this job and your boss was fully aware he was taking advantage of your inability to say no.

The bags weren’t stuffed to the brim which was your only saving grace. You propped open the back door with the doorstop for easy access and gathered the first bag up in your arms, carefully shuffling out the exit. The dumpster was thankfully not too far from the back door, but it was still creepy heading out there at night by yourself.

You tried not to think about what might be lurking in the shadows. You hated how quiet it was. You couldn’t even hear traffic from the other side of the building. It didn’t help that there was so much clutter that anyone could be hiding and waiting for their chance to strike. Maybe you needed to lay off the true crime podcasts for once. There was absolutely no way that anything would be–

Sob.

You froze. Hell no. That was distinct. That was someone’s voice. Someone crying. Your breath hitched in your throat and the garbage bag you’d been lugging dropped to the ground, nearly ripping open just from making contact with the rough pavement.

You listened hard. You knew what you heard. You weren’t just making that shit up.

Sniff.

Oh, there was definitely someone out here. And ghosts didn’t get stuffed noses, so that was a plus. Your shoulders went lax. You left the garbage sitting there and took a few tentative steps forward to find the source of the sound. You kept your steps as light as possible so you wouldn’t startle anyone should you stumble on them. Your heart raced when you turned the corner and saw a motionless, dark figure huddled next to the dumpster you were on your way to.

“Uh…hello?” Every valuable lesson you learned from binge-watching horror movies was thrown out the window at this moment. “You okay?”

They didn’t respond. You were a little put off at being ignored, but hey, it was a little embarrassing to be caught crying in public. You took a step closer.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to bother you. But if you need me to call someone, I can–”

“Would you just shut up?” The person lifted their head and barked at you. You were stunned to see the very obvious shiner that caused their face to swell up. It was a wonder they could even see their hand in front of their face. “I don’t need your help. Go. Away.”

“Hey, you’re the one sitting in front of my work dumpster!” You clenched your hands into fists, your chest tightening. “I’m just trying to–”

“What did I just say? Fuck off!” The guy did his best to look intimidating by glaring in your general direction, but you knew that he had no idea where you were even standing. “Just…get out of here.”

Rage built in your stomach and coiled around your insides. You were so tired. Tired of the shitty day you had, the situation at home, not to mention the issues at school. Then you try to lend some help to a stranger and they rebuff you so rudely? You didn’t even realize that you were crying until the fresh tears slipped down your cheeks and onto your trembling body.

“Wh…are you crying now?”

“Yeah! You’re kind of an asshole, you know that?” You rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hand. “I don’t know what happened to you, but don’t take it out on me!”

“You’re the one butting in! I told you to leave me alone!”

“Are you serious? What kind of a person sees someone crying with their face busted up and just leaves them alone?”

“A normal one! One who knows how to mind their own business!”

You bit your lip and more frustrated tears flowed. “Fine! Just let me throw this stupid garbage away in peace, okay? I’ll leave you alone in your misery!”

You grabbed the bag by the ties and tried to haul it over your shoulder so you could toss it in the dumpster and hopefully shower him with debris. Unfortunately, you went at it too hard and the bottom promptly ripped open and dumped a pile of trash down your entire back. You withheld the urge to scream and watched as piles of used napkins, tissues, empty drink cups and candy boxes all collapsed to the ground in a gooey, sticky mess.

“Are you kidding me?!” You threw the broken bag to the ground. “Why?!”

You turned heel and stormed back inside to get a new one. This was just your luck. Now you would have to get on your hands and knees and pick up every last piece in the dark. If you left one thing out for the scavengers to pick at, no doubt your boss would use it as an excuse to punish you with even more disgusting chores. 

You tried your best to compose yourself when you headed back inside. The last thing you needed were rumors spread about you for ugly crying on the clock. Your boss’ office was cramped but thankfully he wasn’t there, so you grabbed a fresh trash bag from the roll near the door.

You made a detour before going outside. Your coworker was texting behind the snack counter and didn’t see you walk up. You slammed a paper cup down to get their attention.

“Fuck! You scared me. Where have you been? Bossman already took off, he said you’re closing tonight for him since he’s got to get up early and head to the airport tomorrow.”

He was such an asshole. But you didn’t have time to bitch about him. You shook the cup again to get his attention. “An Icee, please.”

“What flavor?”

It didn’t fucking matter. “Mixed.”

He handed it over to you without thinking twice about it. Neither of you cared enough to pay for it, not when your boss was nowhere to be found and left you in charge. You made sure to seal it up really well. The last thing you needed was the top popping off and another mess to clean up. You headed back out the door to the alley and hoped that what you were about to do next wouldn’t blow up in your face.

You really didn’t expect to see the stranger picking up the garbage when you rounded the corner. He looked like he was concentrating on putting it into a neat pile and shoving what he could into the ripped bag. You realized that he had tied the ripped bottom back together. It would hold long enough for you to transfer it to the fresh bag.

You didn’t say anything when you approached him, but you did set the drink off to the side for later. The both of you just worked in silence to gather up all of the wrappers and food that had been thrown out. From here, the streetlight shed more light on his face. You tried not to let him notice that it made you wince. It was completely swollen and it was a wonder he could even see anything out of those eyes. He had dried blood on his cheek and fresh bruises littering his skin. The split lip was still bleeding and every so often his tongue would snake out so he could lick at it.

You tied the bag up tightly and were surprised when he took it from you. He may have looked a little frail considering his slim physique, but he tossed it into the dumpster without breaking a sweat. You watched him turn towards you and clench his hands into fists. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it again.

“Here.” You picked up the still ice-cold drink and handed it to him. “For your eye.”

“Thanks,” he muttered. “An ice pack would’ve been better.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. You weren’t sure if he was being a dick on purpose or if he truly couldn’t help himself. “I took what I could get. Do you need some painkillers or something?”

“I’ll be fine.” He sat down on the curb again and hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees. He stared straight ahead and continued to press the cup sweating with condensation against his face.

You sank down next to him. “You, uh…you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

You should’ve known. “Okay, well…at least come inside for a little bit or something. It’s cold out here. And there’s weirdos around.”

“You mean like you?”

“Hey…” You would’ve taken more offense to it, but it seemed like his tone was slightly teasing. That was something. “At least let me help you. You’re not even holding it against the worst part.”

With a little bit of resistance, you managed to wrangle the cup away and press it against the most tender spot. He hissed out of pain and relief. You made sure to keep the pressure gentle so he wouldn’t be in too much discomfort.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” You moved closer to him so you weren’t having to stretch so awkwardly to hold it against his face. “This is gonna take at least a few days to heal up.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s not my first time getting punched in the face. It’s fine. I’ll keep low for a couple of days. Worse comes to worst, I’ll just put some concealer on it or something.”

“Well…I’m sorry either way. Whatever happened, you shouldn’t have been hit like this.”

“I’m used to it. That’s just how it is at home.”

He must have realized he revealed a little too much, so he went quiet again. You checked your watch. It was getting late. While he was perfectly capable of defending himself, as evidenced by those injuries of his, you didn’t trust leaving him out here by himself. It didn’t help that he looked like he could use some help cleaning up. And when was the last time he even ate? Had something to drink? What if someone came back here, saw he was already injured, and decided to take advantage of it?

“Hey, if you can’t go home, the least you can do is come inside.” You nodded toward the back door. “No one is going to notice if you slip into the theater.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You pulled the drink away from his face. “You need to clean those cuts up. Especially since you’ve been handling garbage.”

He shook your hand off when you tried to reach down and drag him inside, but that was fine. You pushed at his back and ignored his annoyed grunts as the both of you slipped back inside the building. The lights had been dimmed down save for the ones in the hall to “save power” or whatever the hell your manager was on about. It gave you the opportunity to wheel him into the employee bathroom so he could wash his hands and face.

When he came out, he still looked like shit, but at least he wasn’t giving you that acidic stare.

“So what do you feel like watching?”

“Huh?”

“I’m closing tonight, my boss left. There’s a few movies to pick from. I know you can’t see the posters right now, so I’ll read off the titles. You just stop me when you hear the one you want.”

He went with a recent remake of a pretty iconic slasher movie, something you expected given his outfit. You guided him inside the theater and made sure he didn’t trip over himself. He could see general shapes it seemed, but any finer details were blocked out by the swelling. You felt a little bad that he wouldn’t be able to actually see most of the movie. If anything he would be able to make out figures but not anything else.

“Sorry, I didn’t think this through. I was trying to do something nice, but I guess it doesn’t matter what you picked since you can’t actually watch it.” You settled down next to him in the seat and pressed a foil-wrapped hotdog to his hands, watching him nearly recoil in response. “You should eat.”

He hesitated. “Not hungry.”

“I don’t think so. I heard your stomach growl over the previews just now.”

He reluctantly opened his mouth and you watched his sharp incisors sink into the meat and bun. He didn’t look like he was particularly enjoying it, but he didn’t spit it out, either. He chewed slowly. You decided not to stare and make him increasingly nervous, instead turning your attention to the screen.

“Why’re you being so nice to me?” he finally asked when he crumpled up the empty wrapper. Despite not having much of an appetite, he made short work of that food. “You don’t even know me or what I did to get like this.”

“You helped me with the garbage even though I was kind of an ass to you. Besides…you looked like you could use a little bit of kindness. Not pity,” you added quickly. “It’s not like that. It’s just…I don’t know. I’ve had a shitty day but yours seemed much worse. Puts things into perspective. And no one should ever feel uncomfortable enough to avoid going home.”

“Yeah, well, if you lived with my mom, you’d understand why.” He gritted his teeth. “I can’t fucking stand her.”

You didn’t want to pry, but he seemed like he was in a better mood to talk. “Is she your bio mom?”

“Yeah. I wish I’d been fucking adopted. Then I wouldn’t have to live with the fact that I could end up like her someday. She’s out of her damn mind. Puts me through so much shit just to test me and no matter what I do, it’s never good enough. I can’t do one fucking thing right. And every time I try, all I get from her is a lesson on how I should be more like my perfect little sister.”

He gritted his teeth and his fingers dug into the ripped spot on his dark jeans. “I’m sick of it. If I thought for a second she wouldn’t get enjoyment out of it, I’d just kill myself and be done with it. She’d probably just cash out whatever life insurance policy she took out on me and live her best life. Probably wouldn’t even have the decency to bury me in the dirt, just toss my body in a garbage bag and wipe her hands clean.”

He wiped at his face and winced. “Fuck. What is it with some people? Why can’t they recognize they shouldn’t even be parents in the first damn place? If she wasn’t prepared…then why did she have me? Why did she bring me into this world if all I do is end up as her punching bag? I didn’t ask to be fucking born. If she didn’t want me, then she should’ve just dumped me off somewhere so I’d have a better chance at being fucking normal.”

You swallowed thickly. “So is she the one who beat you up?”

“No. She doesn’t dirty her own hands. She just manipulates other people into doing it for her. I came home and she started getting on my case about skipping class. It’s not like she actually cares, she just doesn’t like that the principal’s always calling her to keep me in line. But this time it wasn’t the school, it was a social worker. She got butthurt because the lady called her out, said that she was doing some investigating because of some ‘concerning’ shit I said at school about what things were like at home.

“What do you think she does? Blames me. It’s never her fault that I’ve barely got enough food in the fridge to feed myself because she’s too busy blowing her cash on kid-free vacations. She storms into my room and starts screaming at me. I ignore her. She didn’t like that, so she went to the living room and started smashing and ripping keys out of my piano. The one my old teacher gave me. She knows how much it means to me! 

“I ran out there and started pushing her away, she fell over and hit her head on the edge of the couch. It started bleeding and she lost her shit. She started yelling for help and my fucking neighbor ran over. No questions, nothing, just saw me standing over her and clocked me in the face. I tried to defend myself but he’s an ex-cop so he just…” 

He exhaled deeply and looked over his knuckles, which were still bruised. “I gave as good as I got. And he called his buddies over from the station to try and throw me in jail for assaulting him. Those assholes were out of shape, so I took off running. Jumped over a few fences, climbed a few walls, and ended up out here.”

You took a little while to process everything he just said. You hadn’t really dealt with anything like this before and the last thing you wanted was to come off as being disingenuous. He was already sensitive earlier and it seemed like he lowered some of his guard down to share what he had. You didn’t want to betray that trust by giving a hollow answer.

“Say something.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just…I don’t know how to word this without making it seem like I’m pitying you. Because that’s not it. It’s just…well, if you need a place to crash, then you can stay here for as long as you need to. Did you even bring a bag with you?”

He scoffed. “This is all I have that matters. I’m not going back home for a while. I’ll find somewhere else to crash. It won’t be the first time I’ve slept out on the streets.”

“I’m giving you a chance to stay indoors, so take it. Okay? I know what it’s like not having two cents to rub together. My boss is going to be gone for the next week on vacation and my other coworkers are pretty braindead. If you promise not to rob the theater, you could crash here. There’s food, water, bathrooms…maybe not a shower, but the gym right down the street has one that you can use.”

Both of you turned your attention back to the screen. Had you overstepped your bounds? Maybe. He didn’t seem like he was lying. That would be one hell of a story to cook up, and for what?

You felt the chair next to you shift. He stood up. Your stomach dropped as you watched him start for the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Relax. I’m just going to smoke.”

You looked him over. You still didn’t like the idea of him being out there alone. Guy or not, he was injured. “It’s freezing out there and no offense, but you’re really not dressed for the weather. Fishnet may look badass but it isn’t going to keep you warm. At least come with me out to my car.”

“Are you trying to kidnap me or something?”

“I’ve got more to lose than you think. Just come on.”

You snuck out the side door and wondered if any of your coworkers were looking for you at this point. You supposed it didn’t matter. The theater would be empty soon enough and the few parked cars in the lot said as much. You were just glad you managed to snag a spot that wasn’t on the ass-end of the parking lot, he was already struggling to watch his step.

You opened the passenger door for him and he sank down into the seat. You followed his lead and turned on the car with a slight jerk of the keys in the ignition. You cracked open the window so the smoke could trail outside and turned on the heater. Was it a waste of gas? Yeah. But you didn’t mind it so much. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a half-used pack of cigarettes. You watched his painted nails wrap around the filter as he tapped it against the dashboard. He had a small lighter with him and flicked it with ease to set the tip aflame. The smoke curled from the tip and he inhaled it almost greedily, letting the acrid billows settle in his lungs before exhaling.

“Earlier, what you said about knowing what it’s like to be broke…what did you mean?”

“Oh, that.” You supposed it was only fair considering he’d spilled his guts out to you. “My aunt raised me and she ended up getting sick last year. She worked from home for a while, but it wasn’t enough to keep the bills paid. I ended up having to drop out of school for a year to pick up a couple of jobs to make sure we could afford her meds, the mortgage..you know how it is. I was supposed to graduate last year, too. I mean, I’m back in school now, but I’m a super senior, so it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“People are too judgmental anyway. I flunked out last year, too.”

“Well, glad I’m not alone, then. But that’s what I meant. I’ve been working at this theater for over a year now. The pay is awful and my boss is an idiot, but at least he doesn’t get pissed at me for having to run home and take care of my aunt when she needs me.”

You noticed in the midst of your rambling that he had gone quiet. You glanced over at him and your chest tightened. He had his arm curled around himself and his dark hair created an opaque curtain over his face. His shoulders were shaking. He was trying very hard not to make a sound but it was clear he was crying again.

“Hey…” You went to touch him and hesitated. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” he grinded his teeth. 

The cigarette ashes fell on his thigh and you realized it was still burning though he hadn’t taken a drag in some time. You plucked it out of his fingers and put it out by shoving it in a half-empty water bottle in the cupholder. He didn’t protest.

“I’m just sick of this shit. I want a fast forward button. I can’t leave her house without a job, but no one is gonna want to hire a dropout. And even if they do, the pay won’t be enough to support myself. It’s bullshit. I’m tired of walking on eggshells all the time while my sister is treated like the golden child for doing nothing. What the hell did I ever do to her? The shit she’s called me, the things she’s said. I’m a monster, an abomination, a fucking freak…how I don’t deserve to be happy?”

“Well, do you believe her?”

“No, but–”

“Then what does it matter?” You stared at him through the dimming lights of your dashboard. “She sounds like a piece of shit. She’s the one who’s a fuckup, not you. You don’t owe her anything. You don’t exist to cater to her. She’s supposed to love and care for you, and if she can’t even do that, then fuck her. She doesn’t deserve to be your mom in the first place. Like you said earlier, not everyone is cut out for parenthood. It sucks, but it’s true. You got stuck with her because of chance, but it’s not always going to be that way. 

“You don’t have to end up like her. I don’t even know you very well and I can tell you that much. She sounds like a miserable hag who’s bitter that you have your whole life ahead of you. You have potential. She doesn’t. And the only way she feels better about herself is by beating down on you. It’s pathetic. The best way you can get back at her is to live your life, dude. Do what makes you happy, you don’t owe her anything. And when you have the chance, leave her and never look back.”

 You paused. You hadn’t meant to go on an impassioned rant. It wasn’t like you knew him very well and this was a sensitive issue. It might’ve been better just to sit there and lend an ear instead of giving him a lecture on what he should and shouldn’t do. 

Either way, you spared a glance over at him and saw that he was looking in your direction. It was difficult to see what expression he had on when his face was obscured by his hair. You didn’t think it was a negative one considering it seemed like he calmed down after what you said.

“Feeling any better? We should get back inside. I have to start locking everything up. I think there’s a blanket in the boss’ office.”

He didn’t say much for the rest of the time you were there. You told him that you wouldn’t be able to stay in the theater itself because you had school the next day. You reassured him that all he had to do was exit before the opener came in and started doing their daily rounds. He didn’t seem all too worried. He had his phone which he could use as an alarm.

“ I’m sorry you can’t stay here during the day. My next shift is tomorrow night. I’ll bring a pillow and a better blanket too. Just meet me out back by the dumpster and I’ll help you out.”

You said your goodbyes and went home for the night, your entire body just aching for a good night’s rest. You didn’t even have time to take a shower or change out of your work uniform before you slid into bed and crashed out. All the while, your vision swam with the guy decked out in an outfit that would make any Hot Topic regular swoon.

School was…much of the same. You were older than everyone and missing an entire year meant that you were starting fresh with making friends. Considering you didn’t have much free time on your hands to hang out, you weren’t invited anywhere. People knew your name but it wasn’t as if you had a group you were close with. You were used to ambling from room to room, lugging your bag around and just trying to do well enough in your classes to pass and graduate, already.

“Sempaiiii!”

Ah, dammit.

You turned around with a wobbly smile and faced the starry-eyed girl who called out to you from down the hallway. She was decked out in her usual flair of anime merch so the crowd tended to part when she came your way. She all but bounced over and skidded to a stop just a hair’s breadth away. Her smile stretched from ear to ear and you might’ve found it infectious if you didn’t know any better.

“You didn’t answer my texts!” She wrapped her arm around yours and gave you a tight squeeze. “Were you working again? I ran out of allowance so I can’t see you at the theater as much as I want to.”

“I told you Sarah, you don’t have to do that. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” You tried to shake her off but she didn’t seem to catch the hint. “I’m actually on my way to class, so…”

“Please let me walk with you! Just for a few minutes.” Her batting eyelashes made it hard to resist, you had to admit. That was what got you in this mess in the first place. “I miss spending time with you. Ever since I passed my math midterm it’s like I can barely catch you anymore.”

“I know, I needed the cash for tutoring but once that was over with, I had to pick up more shifts at the theater.”

“Oh! Well if that’s what you need to spend more time together, I can start flunking on purpose! I don’t care, I can always make up the grades. But then you get paid and it’ll just be like old times!”

You were about to respond when she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed down the hallway and if she had fur it would be bristling. 

“What are you doing here, Peter?! Do you have any idea how worried Mom is about you? Why didn’t you come home last night? She told me she called the cops and filed a missing person report!”

You followed her line of sight and were surprised to see that it was the same guy from last night. His face was still swollen but not as much. Now you could actually see his facial features, including those gray-blue eyes now fixated on you. He had his hands clenched into fists. Maybe there was still some inflammation from his injuries last night because his face looked a lot rosier than you expected.

“Are you listening to me? Or are you ignoring me?”

You had no idea what was going on and this entire situation was awkward. You lifted a hand to wave at him, thinking it might release some of the tension. It had the opposite effect. He jolted, furrowed his brows, and promptly turned heel to storm off. You watched his long hair sway when he all but bolted down the hallway and out of sight.

“Peter no baka!” Sarah shouted at him. “Sorry, sempai - I need to go deal with him. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

You were relieved the minute she peeled herself away from you, but that feeling was short-lived. You were sure that was the same guy you spoke to last night, the same one who was covered in wounds and was all but crying on your shoulder. You didn’t even know that you two went to the same school, let alone that he was related to someone you knew. Small world. But why did he take off like that? Was he embarrassed to be seen by you? Did he want to forget about what happened?

You spent the rest of the day in a daze of sorts. You had no clue what you might have done wrong that would make him avoid you. You wondered if you should ask Sarah about him so you two could chat. You didn’t really want to risk piquing her interest too much, though. She had enough reasons to obsess over you and that would add to it.

Lunch was always a pain. You did have some friends that you’d sit with sometimes although today they had plans to drive down the street to grab some food. You were already broke and you didn’t want to make them pay for your meal, so you declined. Instead you settled in the cafeteria with your bag lunch and decided to flip through your notes. Studying was a pain in the ass but the last thing you wanted was to flunk this year. You couldn’t spend a third year as a senior, that was too much.

The atmosphere was always chaotic and it was interesting to see where the different cliques came together. Sarah and her friends in the anime club were at the door nearest to the courtyard so they could make a quick getaway after eating and play “ninja tag”, whatever that was. Something to do with copying jutsus from Naruto? Art kids were off in the corner geeking out over someone’s new set of copic markers. Drama club was chatting about filming another skit in the grocery store and this time not asking the employees if it was okay first.

Your eyes swept over the crowds until they landed on someone who was staring straight at you. It was him. Sarah’s…brother? Peter. He was seated at a table by himself and didn’t even have a tray in front of him or anything. His gaze on you was pointed and hard, that deadly blue peering through the dark sweep of hair framing his face. You hadn’t turned your body to him so he hadn’t noticed. If anything it seemed like he was so hyperfocused on you that he was completely unaware that you were looking back at him.

You gathered your things and stood up to walk over to him. That caught his attention. Without a word, he shoved his chair backwards, grabbed his backpack and made a beeline for the courtyard doors.

“Hey! Wait! Peter, right?”

Your voice didn’t reach him. Or if it did, he ignored you.

You tried not to take it personally. He was probably embarrassed about what happened. Even so…it was slightly hurtful to think he would rather pretend he didn’t know you at all.

But it was confusing. Because the more you tried to avoid him, thinking that he didn’t want you intruding on his personal space and bringing up those painful memories, the more he seemed to pop up. Every day he was in the background of your life.

You drove to school and saw him smoking outside the back doors to the building. When he saw you unbuckle your seatbelt and exit your car, he would crush the half-used cigarette under his heel and almost rush inside.

Walking in the hallways, you felt his eyes on you. He would be at the end of the hallway or passing you by. The first few times it happened, you attempted to make eye contact with him and shoot him a smile. He ignored you and walked past without even acknowledging you. Then when you gave up and ignored him, you often heard him stop and turn around at the end of the hall so he could stare at your back.

During an assembly, he sat a few rows back from you. He had a direct line of sight to the back of your head. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking over your shoulder and asking him what his problem was. And at the end of the presentation, when you stood up, you found that he had somehow gotten much closer to your seat. As in, he was directly behind you and you had no idea.

A classmate asked to borrow your notes. When you asked for them back, he took you to his locker and was shocked to find they were no longer there. He admitted that he often didn’t even bother snapping the lock shut because he always forgot his own combination. Nothing else was missing, though.

“What’s up with that emo kid who keeps stalking you?”

You really didn’t want to be cornered in the girls’ bathroom. You were washing your hands when some of your classmates barged in to bitch about some kind of drama going on. You didn’t even realize they were talking to you until you looked up in the mirror and saw them all staring.

“What?”

“That weird kid with the bad wig. He’s been following you like a puppy.”

You hoped no one would notice. You didn’t want rumors flying around. Not even for your sake, but his. He seemed like the kind of guy who valued his privacy.

“I have no idea. I’ve seen him a couple of times but that’s about it.”

“I didn’t even think he was still going here since he hasn’t been around lately. But now he’s come to school every single day. And he’s always staring at you.”

“Uh…weird.” You didn’t know what else to say. 

“Do you want us to find out?”

“I bet he likes you.”

“Or he’s planning to murder you, one of the two. It’s hard to tell. He definitely seems like the kind of guy who would reach into his backpack and shoot up the school one day out of the blue.”

You shrugged off their comments. “I’m not too sure but it’s whatever.”

“Just let us know if he’s bothering you. We can talk to him about it.”

“Thanks, but I’ll be okay.”

Even if this Peter guy didn’t realize it, he was making himself a target. Based on what he told you about his home life he didn’t need the additional stress of being zeroed out in school. You had to give him the heads up and squash the rumors before they got any worse.

It was warm enough to have gym class outside and you found yourself on the field completing stretches with the rest of the class when you saw him. He was well-hidden underneath the bleachers and maybe no one noticed. You did. The faint stench of nicotine and the flash of black was enough to make you break away from the crowd during a cooldown period.

You ducked underneath the bleachers and saw him leaning up against the metal, trying to flick his lighter to no avail. He was so engrossed in trying to get it to work that he didn’t even notice you walk up.

“Hey.”

“Fuck!” He dropped his lighter onto the ground and his eyes blew wide when he realized who called out to him. He didn’t even bend down to reach for it. All that happened was that his face twisted into a grimace and he took a step back from you.

“Why are you watching me?” you asked him point-blank. “I thought I understood you didn’t want anything to do with me since you vented to me last month. Which is fine, but like...if that’s the case, then why are you always around?”

His face was flushed. He was sweating.

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I overstepped some bounds or something. But if you’re pissed at me, you should probably take it up with me instead of following me. People are starting to notice, and I don’t want them picking fights with you.”

“W-what the hell makes you think I’m so interested in you?” he finally spat. “We go to the same school. So what? We’re going to come across each other eventually.”

“Yeah, except I’ve been told you’ve been coming to school every single day since we talked. And I’ve noticed you way more than I ever have. I would’ve remembered you if we’d encountered each other before all this. You’re not easy to forget. So, like…what is it? Are you scared I’m going to spill what you said to other people?”

“Fuck. No , that’s not it–”

“Then what? If you’re concerned about my relationship with your sister, it’s not what you’re thinking. I didn’t even know you two were related when I talked to you.”

“I could care less about that bitch.”

“Oookay. So…do you want to ask me for money? Help in finding a place to crash? My boss is back from vacation so I can’t promise the theater, but I can find a friend–”

“Would you just shut up?” he snapped. “It’s not about what I told you, my dumbass sister, and it’s not because I’m pissed off.”

“Then what’s your problem?”

“My problem is you! ”

You were stunned. He was clearly distressed and it looked like he was in pain, of all things. 

“What did I do?”

“Nothing!”

“That doesn’t even make any sense. You were fine the other night when we talked–”

“I know. You just wouldn’t get it.”

You shook your head. “I don’t. That’s why I’m asking you to explain what’s going on.”

He gritted his teeth. “Move. Get out of the way. That side is blocked.”

“Not until you give me a reason for why you’re being creepy. ”

“Me? Creepy?” He was incensed. “I’m not creepy!”

“Then what else do you call staring at me all the time and following me?”

“I wasn’t…that didn’t–”

“I noticed right away. Do you think I don’t know about you taking my favorite pens from my bag? Or how you’ve been ordering the same lunches I do from the cafeteria? Or how you followed me when I was walking my neighbor’s dog?”

“You think I want to do any of that?” He towered over you with a snarl on his face. Despite his expression, he looked more embarrassed than anything. “You think I like being so obsessed with you that I can’t help but chase you through this dumbass school? I can’t stand it here. I can’t stand the people, my classmates, the teachers, and I can’t just leave because I know you’re here. I wish I’d never met you in the first place. I wish you had left me alone in that alley so I wouldn’t be like this. Do you even know how much you’ve fucked with my head? I can’t think straight, I can’t breathe unless I see you around. I was fine feeling nothing and now I feel everything because of you and your stupid pretty voice and your stupid pretty fucking face!”

Your face felt hot. Did he just…confess to you? In a really aggressive, cringey way? You searched his eyes for any semblance of a lie and found none. It didn’t help that his shoulders were heaving and a healthy amount of color spread across his face.

“Are you happy now? Figured it out?” He backed you further against the bleachers, his hands clenched into fists. “Maybe you should’ve minded your own business after all.”

Your breath hitched. “I don’t regret helping you back then, Peter. If I had the chance to do it again, I would.”

“What the hell are you saying?” He stumbled back from you. “Are you insane?”

“I guess so. Because I’ve been watching you as much as you’ve been watching me. Otherwise I wouldn’t have noticed any of this.”

He swallowed thickly. His eyes dropped down to your lips. He didn’t look like he was going to make a move any time soon, so you reached up and grabbed a fistful of his fishnet shirt. He didn’t resist when you pulled him down to your mouth and sealed the distance between you in a rough kiss.

It was clear he wasn’t experienced and frankly it was off-putting how long and thick his tongue was when he tried to shove it in your mouth. He tasted like stale cigarette smoke and there was an excess amount of drool exchanged between the two of you. Even so, you refused to let him go. You felt him move even closer and press his body against yours and you felt the hard metal of the bleachers dig into your back.

The shrill sound of the gym teacher’s whistle brought you back to reality. You quickly put your hands on Peter’s chest and tried to get him off you with a gentle push. He didn’t relent. If anything his hands only dug harder into your hips. You felt his knee slide between your legs and you clenched around nothing as he grinded against your clit, clothed only by a thin pair of shorts and panties.

“Stop,” you breathed, keeping him at arm’s length and tilting your head the other way. “I need to get back to class.”

“Seriously?” He stammered. “You can’t just do that and then leave me like this.”

“Like what ?”

“You know what I mean. Do you have any idea how much I’ve jacked it these past few weeks just to be able to think –”

You saw a crowd of people forming on the field and wiggled out of his grip. “I’ll make it up to you. Later. Meet me in the parking lot after school.”

You had to admit, you did experience a little bit of a power trip when you separated yourself from him. He looked absolutely haggard. And that tent in his jeans was extremely noticeable considering how tight they were in the first place. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and the straight lust in those eyes only made you second-guess your decision for a split second. You refused to give in, though, and made your way to the exit so you could rejoin your class.

You spent the rest of the day thinking about Peter. How his body felt against yours. How hands cupped your body. How his chapped lips still send sparks down your spine. You thought about the sharp ridges of his teeth that you barely grazed over with your tongue during your makeout session. And most of all, you kept thinking about that bulge in his pants and how it was all for you. Those thoughts made you have to cross and uncross your legs a few times in class.

You all but sprinted to the parking lot after class. What if he didn’t show? What if he decided this was too much and he didn’t need the extra stress? You really hoped that wasn’t the case. You hadn’t been this interested in someone for a long time.

To your relief, he was standing by the back doors. You tried to approach him coolly but you just knew that he could tell how flustered you were.

“Hey.”

“Can we talk?” he blurted.

Your heart dropped. “Uh. Yeah. We can talk in private in my car.”

You wrung your hands and played with the keyring as you walked in tandem towards your car. He slipped inside and sat there, staring ahead, no hint as to what he was feeling. 

“I guess I…just wanted to get this off my chest. I’m not a fuckboy.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Um…what?”

“I didn’t tell you those things because I just want to have sex with you. That’s not it. It’s something more than that.” He dropped his gaze down to his lap. From this close distance and within the light of the day, you realized that there were jagged scars that ran down his arms and wrists. “I meant what I said earlier. I didn’t feel anything before I met you. And now there’s so much of it. I’m not trying to just hook up with you, even if it does sound like a shitty pickup line.”

“No offense, but if it was, that would’ve been a super convoluted way to get me to have sex with you. Beating yourself up, sitting down in an alley hoping someone would find you, spilling a bunch of lies about your home life?”

“Yeah, well…shut up.” He grinded his teeth together in a grimace. “I just came here to tell you that. I’m not interested in…a no-strings-attached type of thing. So if you’re not cool with that, then I’m just going to wait until you are.”

You laughed. “You sound pretty confident of that.”

“I’d do whatever it takes to make you believe I’m serious. And if that means walking off when you’re literally offering up sex, then that’s what I’ll do.”

You grabbed his arm before he could leave. “Okay. I believe you. You don’t have to go.”

“I’m showing you I’ve got more self-control than you think.” He separated himself from you and exited the car. 

You watched him stroll through the parking lot and out of sight. Even though he was walking a little funny, true to his word, he never once glanced back at you. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

Peter surprisingly didn’t show up to your house over the weekend like you thought he would. When you ran errands you didn’t spot him from the corner of your eye. You did find yourself a little disappointed, mainly because you couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. It wasn’t that he was even necessarily good at it, but it still made you feel a certain type of way.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you closed your locker and he was on the other side.

“Hey! Don’t do that, I–”

You were silenced by a rose shoved in your face, right under your nose. You gazed at the velvet soft petals and then up at him. His face was a pretty good color match for the flower he was holding. You felt a smile creep up on your face and it only seemed to make him more embarrassed.

“Don’t…don’t say anything!” he snapped. “Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not! Relax. I actually think this is really sweet. Thank you.” You put it inside of your locker, safely tucked away, and reached down to grab his hand. “Now walk me to class.”

You weren’t popular by any means, but the crowds of people still looked your way when they saw you hand-in-hand with the weird loner who had been held back a year. It didn’t help that he couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time you carried the conversation. He genuinely didn’t seem to care much about everyone else’s opinions of him. You had to admit you found it admirable.

Before you ducked into the classroom, you pecked him on the lips. You tried very, very hard not to laugh when he turned heel and all but stormed towards the bathrooms.

The weeks progressed and you two became inseparable in your routines. You sat together during lunch. Sure, there were whispers from the people around you. You were too busy listening to him talk about his future plans to give much of a damn. During your free period you two hung out in the courtyard in the shade, listening to music and enjoying each other’s company. And when school ended, you cornered him near the dumpsters and made out with him until he was on the verge of ruining his pants.

“I still need to take you out. On a date-date,” he muttered as you both leaned on the back of your car. “What’re you doing this weekend? We can go wherever you want.”

You knew it was kind of him to offer, even if he wasn’t exactly strapped with cash. “Well...you owe me a movie. And an Icee.”

The corners of his mouth twitched and he almost smiled. Score. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. Come by on Saturday night and I’ll drive us. I know you don’t want me coming by your house for obvious reasons.” His mom and sister were two of the biggest ones.

“Alright.” He seemed a little bashful. “What do you want to watch?”

You were going to answer when you heard your name being called from the opposite side of the parking lot as a bright figure jogged your way. Peter’s expression darkened the second Sarah came into view. She ignored him entirely and instead faced you.

"Are you okay, sempai? My brother didn't threaten you or anything, did he?"

“Get lost,” Peter growled back at her. “She’s dating me.”

“What?” The color drained from her face. "Stop lying, Peter.”

“Uh…he's right. We’ve been dating for a little while now.” It wasn’t as if you were embarrassed of Peter, but speaking it aloud did make you a little bashful. “I should’ve told you.”

“That’s...” She clenched her hands into fists. “You were my tutor! I was just working up the courage to ask you out. You shouldn’t date someone like my brother. He’s got serious problems, and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt. You don't know about half the stuff he does to my mom...I don't know what he's told you, but it's not the full truth.”

You could tell Peter was getting more agitated. He scratched at his neck and would break the skin if he wasn’t careful. You shot him a look over Sarah’s shoulder that said you would handle this. You stood up so you were face to face with her and placed both hands on her shoulders to steady her. Her face went pink at your touch and she turned those puppy-eyes toward you.

“Sarah, I appreciate you worrying about me. But the thing is...I really like your brother a lot. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel that way about you.”

She was stunned. You shot her an apologetic look when she stepped away. She cradled herself for a moment before turning heel and dashing out of sight. You didn’t need to see her face to know that she had burst into tears.

You turned around, brows furrowed, and didn’t expect Peter to grab you by the waist. He flung you backwards onto the car and pinned you over the metal. His jagged smirk sent a rush of warmth to your belly.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he all but purred. “No one’s ever rejected Sarah before.”

“I kind of figured. She makes it easy to say yes.” You gazed up at him and your chest heaved when you realized he was hard. “Did me shooting her down really turn you on?”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, if you have any doubts, I’ll say it again. This time to you: I have absolutely zero interest in your sister. You’re the one I want to date. You’re the one who caught my attention. And I am absolutely, insanely attracted to you. There’s literally no one else I’d rather be with.”

What started off as light teasing soon evolved into something more heartfelt. You could tell it had the effect you wanted from him. The anger that rose when she entered your shared space soon dissipated. All that was left was genuine appreciation for you. He bit down on his lower lip and closed the distance between you and sealed your mouths together.

Even if it was a casual date, you still put a little more effort into your appearance than usual. You wanted Peter to have a good time, especially considering that the last time he went to the theater he was busted up and in so much pain. A small part of you wanted to kind of show him off, too. He didn’t seem to realize how hot he was and that was a shame.

Peter said he would swing by your house at seven. That time came and went. You thought maybe he had gotten caught up with something. That or he was stopped on the way by some cops who had nothing else better to do than harass someone for their state of dress.

Minutes ticked on.

An hour passed.

Two.

You resorted to watching TV and waiting by the door in the hopes he would show. You were worried about him. He had a cell phone but it was an old flip model that could barely stay on for more than fifteen minutes at a time. You tried calling and got no answer. You looked outside the window and hoped you would see him strolling up. The movie was already long over and you teetered between genuine worry and hurt at him for standing you up.

It was midnight before he knocked on your front door. You didn’t even want to answer it at first. Peering through the blinds, you caught sight of his huddled figure in the chilly night air and you were filled with a mixture of relief and rage. You tore the door open and opened your mouth to say something. The words died on your lips when you saw the state he was in.

“I fucking dropped the flowers on the way here,” was all he said as he wiped away his bleeding lower lip. “As if things couldn’t get any worse. I’m sorry.”

You grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside so you could get a better look at him. “Forget the flowers, Peter. Why are you all beat up?”

He held back tears. “I got into it with my mom again.”

“What…why didn’t you leave and come here? Why didn’t you call me?” You hadn’t meant to sound so panicked. “I could’ve picked you up!”

“I didn’t want her to see you. It’s fucking embarrassing!” he shot back. When he realized how that sounded, he backtracked. “Sarah told my mom I stole you away from her and she lost it. I didn’t want her following me and finding out who you are, either. She would grill you about my sister and try to talk shit about me, or threaten you to break up with me.”

“Just…come in here, okay?” You shut the door behind him and locked it. “Let’s get you cleaned up. This time we’ll actually use the ice pack you complained about before.”

You and Peter sat in your room while you cleaned up the cuts on his knuckles. A few bandages were broken out and some antibacterial cream to boot. You were gentle with him since all of the wounds were still fresh, particularly the nasty bruise that covered his entire cheek. You didn’t waste any time in bringing him in for a gentle embrace when you were finished making sure he wasn’t bleeding all over the place.

He leaned into your touch and gripped the back of your shirt tightly. “I just want it to fucking end. I want this to be over. I don’t care how.”

“We’ve got you back on track to graduate. Once you do, you can leave and find a job. Anywhere. I’ll ask my aunt if you can stay with us for a little while, at least until you have enough saved for your own place.”

You basked in the silence together and waited until his tears finally dried. He was still miserable. He couldn’t bear to look at you.

“You look nice,” he finally mumbled. “Wish I could’ve seen it before I got snot all over it.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re okay.” You cupped his face gently and planted a warm kiss on his mouth.

The action made you both freeze for a moment. You realized where you were. Your room in the middle of the night, all alone. Peter was staring at you like a man starved. Your lips buzzed and tingled from the kiss. You searched his eyes for any sort of hesitation and found none.

“Do you want to…?”

“ Fuck yeah. I mean…yeah. If you…you’re ready. I mean. I told you I’d wait. I don’t want this to be…”

“I’m your girlfriend, Peter, I’m not just a casual hookup. So be quiet.”

You threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled him into a much deeper kiss, mindful of his wounds. He didn’t even seem to care. With you giving the explicit go ahead, he was quick to start devouring you. His kisses became desperate. His fingers dug into your hips as he held you in place. He leaned his full weight on you and slipped more of his tongue into your mouth, greedily chasing the friction that he admitted felt just as good as grinding up against you.

You lowered him onto the bed and his hair fanned out behind him. He bit down on his lower lip as you straddled him. You could feel how hard he was and a small roll of your hips tore a moan from his throat. He swallowed thickly and reached up to cup the swell of your breasts.

“Wait, I don’t have any…” He trailed off. “Condoms, you know?”

“Lucky for you, I’m prepared. I’m on the pill.”

“Shit. That’s really hot…”

You laughed and bent down to kiss him again. You pinned him down on either side of his hips with your thighs and began to rock against his pants. He did try to follow the motions, although a little awkwardly, and you told him to relax so you could take care of him. He was desperately repeating your name between kisses, almost begging you, his sweet nothings becoming more unhinged the harder and longer you grinded against him.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this. With me,” he stammered as you leaned back to unbutton his pants. “No way.”

You wordlessly tugged them down his hips with a little more effort than you would’ve liked. The cons of wearing skinny jeans. You threw them across the room as punishment and ran your hands down his scarred abdomen so you could zero in on the very sizable bulge he was packing in those boxer shorts of his.

“It’s like a big reveal, I’ve been dreaming about this thing for a while.”

“Don’t…say shit like that!” Peter covered his face with his hands.

“It’s true. I keep wondering if it’s as big as it…looks…” You dragged the waistband down and his dick popped out like a fucking jack-in-the-box clown. You stared at it. It stared back at you. You were genuinely speechless.

“What?” he asked suspiciously. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Uh…n-nothing!” you squeaked. “I…I just wasn’t expecting…”

“Stop acting weird–”

You noticed he was quickly growing soft and you reached out to grab him. “Wait!”

“ Ah, fuck! ”

You felt warm cum run down your hand the second you wrapped your hand around him. It spilled over your fingers and onto the mattress. Peter still had his face covered entirely although you did hear some slight whimpers on his end. You were mesmerized by the amount that kept bubbling over.

“Uh…wow…” You pulled your hand back and his dick flopped against his belly, still rock hard and nearly purple from how turned on he was. “I’m just going to…”

You reached down and grabbed the first dirty shirt you could find and quickly wiped your hand on it to deal with it later. When you turned your attention back to Peter, you found him trying to get up so he could leave.

“Wait! Stop. Peter…it’s nothing bad, trust me.”

“I just jizzed all over your hand–”

“I’m fine. That was my fault for grabbing you like that. Sorry.” You pushed him back down onto the bed. “It’s just…I don’t think we’re going to be able to fit that inside me. At least not tonight.”

“Oh. What ?”

“You have a really big dick,” you told him while holding back laughter. “I’m honestly surprised that you don’t pass out every time you get a boner. Are you dizzy right now? Because the amount of blood that thing probably needs…”

“Enough, okay? I get it.” He groaned. “I thought it was normal.”

“Well, I’m not telling you this just to boost your ego, but it’s huge. Which is why I’m letting you know that we’re going to need…time for me to work up to this. There’s no way I can put that inside me right now.”

“I don’t care. I just don’t wanna hurt you with it…”

You kissed him and reached down to take it back in your hand. His breath hitched. “I’m not writing it off completely. I’m actually really curious on how it’ll feel once it is inside me all the way. But for now, uh…we’ll have to get creative.”

Peter’s hands drifted up your stomach and towards your breasts. After disrobing entirely, you went back to straddling him. This time there was no underwear to get in the way. You were completely soaked from seeing him get off like that, and he was rock hard seeing your body. You placed your hands over his and guided him across your chest. 

“You’re so soft…”

You sank down onto his lap and pinned his dick between the folds of your pussy, encasing him entirely. He moaned and tossed his head back onto the pillows. Every deep breath he took only made his visible ribs expand. You couldn’t help but trace the scars on his chest and explore the harsh lines of his body.

“Just relax. And if you need me to slow down or stop, just tell me. Okay?”

“Yeah, alright…”

You rolled your hips against him and with a gentle squish, you grinded against his dick. Peter gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut. You braced yourself on top of him and started at a slow, agonizing pace. You wanted him to get lost in the feeling of it. How you were soaked. How you were wet, warm and tight. You enjoyed every ridge and vein that you felt as you dragged your clit across his dick, that bundle of nerves meeting the head of his cock and him actually biting back a cry.

“That feels so good. Oh, shit, that’s…”

You quickened your pace, concentrating on his expression. For every twitch in his brow or slight opening of his mouth to signify how much he was enjoying it, you focused on that spot more. Peter had beads of sweat running down his temple and chest. He was gripping you more tightly now and digging his heels into the bed.

“You’re really…wet,” he choked out. “Is that really for me?”

“Mmhmm…” You liked how glassy his eyes were. “It’s all for you. You feel so good. You’re so big and…ah…so hard…”

“Wait, slow down, I’m gonna cum again if you keep that up.”

You slowed your pace but kept eye contact with him. “You came a lot earlier, is that usual for you, too?”

“I-I guess so?” 

He sat up and you shifted your position. With this angle he could reach your lips with ease. You moaned into his mouth when he dove in for a kiss. The makeout session was just as sloppy as what was between your legs and your thighs clenched from wishing he was inside you. He buried his face in your breasts and hooked his arms around your back.

“More…”

You arched your body into him and bounced on his lap. Every thrust you made only had him tighten his grip on you. He pulled you into several more devouring kisses along the way. You concentrated on your own pleasure. Your clit was hard and every drag of it across the head of his cock only sent your thighs trembling. You made sure to rub that part the most. Knowing that you two were grinding the most sensitive parts of your bodies together only made your orgasm come that much closer.

“I-I’m close again, you’ve gotta stop…”

“I am, too. So just let me…”

“O-okay…yeah…”

You stared at him and drank in the desperation written on his face. You thought about his rough demeanor but how gentle he was with you. How much he adored you even if he hated everything else about the world. How those shockingly blue eyes of his were always watching your every mood. How his body responded so strongly to a simple touch of yours. How his lips and tongue felt, how those sharp teeth felt when grazing down the column of your throat, how his wiry frame still managed to make you feel overpowered…

“Mm! Peter!” 

You wrapped your hands around his back and buried your face into the crook of his neck as your orgasm crashed down on you. Your entire body spasmed with aftershocks as a fresh splash of cum soaked the space between you and coated his cock. You twitched and almost collapsed on top of him. He held up your dead weight so neither of you fell over.

“A-ah…” He clenched his eyes shut and you felt even more warmth pool down below. Some of it squirted upwards towards your belly. He refused to move. Thick strands of it drooled from the tip of his cock and smeared on your skin pressed flush together.

You took a few more seconds before you leaned back from him. He immediately put his mouth on yours and kissed you roughly. You didn’t hesitate to match his pace and the intensity of his kiss. You sucked on his tongue until he was moaning and even more cum pumped out of his cock.

Both of you panted when you broke away. Your faces were covered in sweat and combined saliva. You didn’t want to move. You liked the warmth of his cock as it continued to press up against your folds. 

“That was…” He gulped. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“So are you.” You brushed the hair from his shoulder and fastened your lips on the curve of his neck. He hissed in pleasure when you bit down and sucked hard, drawing blood to the surface, wanting to leave your mark on him. When that one was done, you moved to another spot to do the same thing. “If you thought that was good, I’m gonna blow your mind when you finally stick the whole thing inside.”

He groaned. “Stop being such a tease.”

“No, because you love it.” You bit down on his earlobe and tugged on it lightly. “And Peter?”

“Hmm?” He sounded more worn-out and a little love-drunk. He was finally feeling that all-too familiar call of sleep. To be fair, you had just made him cum like three times in a row, which was pretty impressive.

“You still owe me a date.”

Needless to say, your aunt wasn’t necessarily thrilled when she knocked on your door the next morning and opened it up to find a naked guy in your bed. She thankfully didn’t make a scene. Peter was so startled he looked like he wanted to grab his clothes and rush out of the house before she had a chance to even get a good look at him. She knew that you had a boyfriend but it was still a shock finding a stranger in her house.

You were both settled at the breakfast nook as she served you up a plate of food to get the morning started. She insisted that you both eat. Peter looked like he was going to be sick if he attempted to keep anything down.

“Why is your face like that?” she asked him pointedly. “You in trouble?”

“Kinda…yeah. Stuff at home.” He scratched his cheek and winced when he hit a particularly tender spot. “It’s fine.”

“Doesn’t look fine to me. I take it you don’t want the cops involved.”

He sighed and looked the other way. “No.”

“Well you’ve got two choices. Either you go back home and continue getting your ass kicked, or you move out and get away from whoever it is that hurt you.”

“It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it. He’s not working and we’re trying to get him back on track to graduate.”

She sighed. “You can’t stay here, otherwise neither of you are going to get any studying done and flunk out. I’ve got a friend who’s a little older so he has trouble getting around his apartment. I’ll convince him that you’re down on your luck and you got kicked out, he won’t be able to say no. Otherwise he’ll refuse, he’ll think it’s a handout since I’ve been trying to hire him a day helper. He probably won’t charge you rent, but you have to promise me that you’ll actually help keep his place in order, keep his fridge stocked, that kind of thing.”

Peter was speechless at her offer and you understood why. He hadn’t really been allowed many kindnesses in his life, even from his own family. “I’ll do it.”

“Great. Now eat something and put a shirt on, I’d like to be able to talk to my niece’s boyfriend without seeing his nipples.”

As happy as you both were that Peter wasn’t subjected to any more abuse at home, his new residence was across town. Seeing each other after school became difficult, especially because his weekends were spent helping his roommate out with chores. He wasn’t big on texting and the hours were picking up at your own job.

You two didn’t even have any classes together and skipping school was out of the question. He was desperately juggling extra credit assignments and re-takes of exams so he could boost his GPA just high enough to pass. You usually spent your free period in the library studying together and that didn’t leave very much time for fooling around.

It was genuinely taking a toll on you, too. Maybe it was because you and Peter just had great chemistry, but even so much as being around each other was too much. You were constantly thinking about him naked and in your bed, writhing underneath you like before, drawing orgasm after orgasm from him until he was completely spent. He didn’t have to do or say anything. He could brush your shoulder when you sat next to each other and you would immediately start having the nastiest thoughts about him.

Peter must have felt the same way. He told you from the beginning that seeing you for the first time the night after you met was such an intense sexual awakening that he thought something was physically wrong with him. He’d never felt that way about anyone before. Period. It did wonders for your ego and also showed you that there was something more than just hormones as the basis for this attraction.

You were getting restless. He sat next to you in the back of the library and was concentrating hard on his textbook. You thought back to that night that seemed like forever ago, when you had his dick in your hand and the look on his face when he came. You found your hand trailing from your lap over to his as you stroked his thigh.

“What the fu…” Peter nearly jumped out of his chair. He squeezed his legs shut tight. “What are you doing?” he hissed.

You continued to trace shapes on his leg. “I’m insanely horny right now.”

“You too?” He realized what he said and caught himself. “No, we’re studying, I’ve got to at least a B on this chem exam.”

“I know. But it’s your fault for being so hot.” You stood up from the table and shot him a look. “My aunt doesn’t get home for two hours. If we leave now I guarantee it’ll be worth your while.”

He cursed and slammed his book shut. “If I fuck this up, you’re paying for my GED test.”

“Fine. Now let’s go.”

True to your word, your aunt was absent and you had the bedroom to yourselves. Peter wasted no time in backing you up onto the bed and climbing on top of you. He ripped his fishnet shirt off and you reached up to place your palms flat against his pale, thin chest, loving the way he shuddered under your touch. He dove down to your chest and began leaving sucking kisses on the swell of your breasts.

“I’ve been trying to stretch myself out these past few weeks,” you admitted when you felt his thumb hook around your panties. “I had to replace the carrot before she noticed it was missing.”

He snorted with laughter and smirked up at you. “Well I’ve been practicing making shapes with my tongue. Want to see how it feels inside you?”

He hiked your legs over his shoulders before you could give him a definitive answer. And wow was he right; those tongue exercises made all the difference. He slipped the entire length inside of you without much resistance given how soaked you were on the entire car ride home. You grinded against it and felt him moan and shudder against you. He was a little rougher with your clit than you would’ve liked, so you put your hand on top of his and showed him exactly where to rub.

If you had any misgivings about Peter’s amount of affection for you, they died the moment he spent a good chunk of time eating you out. He pressed his face against you and didn’t even care how messy it got. He never complained about his tongue or jaw getting tired. All he did was keep going, stroking and tonguing you down until you saw stars and came around him.

“We get it in halfway and I consider it a success.” You felt him nudge the head of his dick against your pussy, just dipping the tip inside before pulling out. “Go for it. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

You thought you were prepared, but you really weren’t. That stretch of his head pushing through your entrance was more painful than pleasurable. You tried to grin and bear it. But the second he managed to get the ridged head inside, you gripped his arms and told him to stop.

“Sorry. I don’t think I can.”

“Don’t worry about it. This is…this is awesome,” he choked out. “I’m just barely inside and I feel like I’m gonna cum.”

“You can try taking it out and putting it back in a few times, maybe it’ll help. It just stings.”

“Then you’re not ready. We’re not in a rush. I’m not.” He brought you in for a heated kiss. “Let me pull out.”

“No! Just stay there. I like feeling like we’re connected.”

“Okay, but I’m not gonna last much longer, you’re just so damn gorgeous–”

He couldn’t even get a word out before he came inside you. You didn’t get any real physical pleasure out of it, but the sight of him coming undone was a real treat. Peter struggled to hold himself up once he was done. His entire body trembled and he gazed down at you through bleary eyes.

“You alright?” You reached up to cup his face and he leaned into your hand.

“Yeah…m’fine. Just…sappy shit.”

You held him in your arms until you realized your aunt would be home any minute. You promised yourself that you would try to keep it in your pants a little longer for his sake and yours. The last thing you wanted was your sex drive to get in the way of graduation.

And that approach worked. As painful as it was to maintain your distance from each other and not give in to the desire to skip school or ditch work to hang out, it was worth it. Because at the end of the school year, both you and Peter were able to get your diplomas and walk with the rest of your class. Despite the odds stacked against both of you in your personal lives, you were thrilled to say that your high school years were finally behind you.

The moment was bittersweet, though. Peter didn’t have any family show up to the ceremony for obvious reasons. No one was there to congratulate him or throw him a party. His sister avoided him like the plague ever since she found out about the two of you getting together which was probably for the best. You wondered if he felt lonely or disappointed that he was shoved off to the side by the people who were supposed to be there for him no matter what.

If his mom was going to be a deadbeat and not own up to her mistakes, then you would give him the closure he needed.

“Can you just tell me where we’re going?” he grumbled. “I seriously don’t like surprises. And this blindfold is itchy.”

“Chill. You’re gonna love it.” You chuckled as you put your car into park. “Just trust me.”

And he did. Maybe more than he should’ve, because he was completely whipped for you. But you weren’t going to take advantage of that. You led him through the gate to the backyard and then through the porch door. Peter frowned the moment you stepped inside.

“Where are we?” he asked, his voice low and guttural. 

“Peter, I promise that nothing bad is going to happen.”

His voice was small. “Okay.”

You crossed the threshold and closed the door behind you. Peter was rigid and his fists were shaking. The laughter that bubbled in your chest died down. You wheeled around so you were in front of him.

“Just breathe, okay?”

“I know where we are. Why’d you bring me here?”

You chewed on your lower lip and watched as he ripped off the blindfold. “It’s not what you’re thinking. No one is home.”

“Then why?” He glared around the room and disgust washed over his features. “I’m gonna be sick if I stay here any longer.”

“Peter. This is the biggest ‘fuck you’ that you can give to your mom.” You took his hand and held it in yours. It was clammy. “She’s out of town. Sarah is on a trip with her friends to some kind of anime convention. And while I would love to burn this house to the ground, I’ve got something more subtle that she can’t get you in trouble for.”

“What is it?”

You glanced over at the bed and then back at him. “We’re totally gonna fuck on her bed.”

He sputtered. “You’re joking.”

“No. No way. This is perfect. I’m going to take your virginity on that bed and leave it as nasty as possible. She’ll probably have to throw the mattress out and get a new one. And then she’ll forever know that you brought a girl over and totally blew her back out in her own room.”

Peter laughed. He actually laughed. Even though he was in this oppressive household teeming with bad memories.

“This is such a dumb idea.”

“I know. But you’re into it, I can tell. And guess what? I finally graduated from that carrot and used the cucumber successfully. You know what that means, right? I’m going to fit that whole dick inside me and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You took him into a deep kiss and the both of you grinned at each other as you shucked your clothes off. His kisses and touch alone were enough to make you wet as hell. You felt his hands and lips on every part of your body. He sucked on your tits and pressed kisses down your belly, between your thighs, and ate you out for a good five minutes before he just couldn’t keep it in any more. He was rock hard when you fished him out of his boxers and stroked him until his cock was weeping pre all over the bedspread.

“I know I haven’t said this before, and it’s not just the sex talking: I love you so fucking much.” He nestled himself between your legs and pressed his cock against your folds, dragging it up and down. He coated it in your juices and used his own saliva to make it as slick as possible. He pressed the tip of his cock to your hole and eased his way inside until the head was fully nestled in your walls. “And if you still can’t do it, that’s fine–”

In the midst of his rambling, you hooked your ankles around his back and shoved him forward. He slid in the rest of the way, no resistance whatsoever, and bottomed out completely. You felt his balls smack against your ass when he hunched over you, his eyes wide and dark hair cascading down his shoulders.

“Told you,” you teased breathlessly.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” He gripped your hips as he looked down at your conjoined bodies. “I’m inside you. Fuck, fuck, it feels so good. You’re so tight. You’re so damn tight.”

You moaned the second he started moving against you. His humping started off erratic, as if he was chasing so many sensations all at once that he didn’t even know what he was doing. His face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation as he pounded into you. 

His pace was slow at first, every thrust deep, reaching parts of you that nothing ever had. The longer it went, the bolder he got. He quickened his pace. He arched his back into you, grunted as he forced your body down to meet his thrusts, his hips pistoning as he watched your pussy swallow his cock over and over again. He was overwhelmed with how your body took all of him in one go and his eyes rolled to the back of his head when your walls clenched around his dick.

“Y-you’re squeezing me so hard. I-I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

“I don’t care. K-keep going.” 

Your hand snaked between your legs and you played with your clit as he concentrated on the nasty image of you taking his dick like you were made for it. The sounds were sinful. You were wet, gushing, and every time he pulled out only to shove all of himself back in, you slurped him up greedily. He felt his balls tighten as he chased that high, watching your body bounce beneath him, breasts heaving. Droplets of his sweat trickled down his forehead onto your soft tummy.

“I swear you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” Peter rambled as he hit a sensitive spot inside you. He grinned ferally as you cried out every time he zeroed in on it. “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you!”

You weren’t sure if it was his passionate confession or the fact that he had been fucking you for a hot minute, but you clenched around his cock and came. It wasn’t an earth-shattering orgasm by any means. He could still feel it. He realized what you’d done and only quickened his pace. He gripped the headboard and used it as leverage so he could fuck you into the bed. Every thrust of his hips sent the frame hitting the wall and leaving noticeable dents, which only spurred him to keep doing it.

“Peter,” you whimpered, your clit sore and sensitive. “Ah! Are you close?”

“I’m so close. You have no idea. I can’t wait to cum inside you, I’ve been dreaming about it since the second I saw you in the hall the day after we met.” He smirked down at you. “I’m gonna fill you up to the brim so everyone knows you’re mine.”

That sent a spark of arousal through you and you weren’t even sure why. Because he was possessive of you? Because he was so utterly devoted that he wanted to mark you? Claim you as his? You met his thrusts and felt another rush of pleasure spread from your core.

“Dammit…I’m so close…” He gritted his teeth and his eyes were glassy. “I-I’m gonna cum! Fuck! I’m cumming!”

With one last hard thrust, Peter drove into you as deep as he could go. You realized that the warmth in your belly continued to grow as warm cum spurted from his cock. He was so deep inside you that for a split second you felt a little panicked that maybe the birth control wouldn’t hold up. Those thoughts were soon erased when you felt him shift, his dick dragging against your sensitive walls, and you felt the fat load seep from your pussy and splash onto the mattress.

He huffed and held his dick, which was bright red and almost painful to look at. It was smeared in cum. He stroked himself a few times while looking directly at your pussy. He watched the milky strands of his own cum slip out of you and groaned, fisting himself once more.

“I…damn…” You gasped for air. “I didn’t think getting creampied would be so…hot…”

“You look so sexy like that.” He continued stroking himself lazily. “I’m still rock hard but shit, I’m sensitive. Can you go again?”

“In a few minutes? I-I think so.” You tried not to think about the mess pooling underneath your ass from your combined juices. “I’m pretty sure I heard the frame crack. You should be careful this next time around, I don’t want the bed breaking.”

“Why not?” He jerked himself off to the sight of you looking completely undone. “I want her to replace everything. The bed, the sheets, the carpet, the paint on the walls.”

You paled a little at his graphic description. “That’s…that’s a lot. How many rounds are we talking?”

He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and grinned. “It’s been about an hour and I’m ready to go all night. You do the math.”

You should’ve known you awakened something inside of him that night. The success of his graduation coupled with your plan for vengeance made him insatiable. 

You were bent every way possible. Your mouth was tender from his biting kisses. Your ass was sore from how hard his fingers dug into it while he fucked you from behind. Your pussy was filled with his love over and over again, so much that you weren’t sure you’d ever milk him dry. You clawed at his back and he bit the ball of your shoulder, the two of you covered in bruises and teeth marks as the night went on. And most of all, Peter made sure that every single one of his old neighbors heard exactly whose guts he was rearranging. He moaned your name and panted it into your ear, loving the way you shuddered and tightened around him when he said it.

You couldn’t move when he was done. You were limp on the bed and surrounded by the scent of sweat and sex. Peter held you close so you could feel the hammering of his heart within his chest. He pressed softer kisses along the nape of your neck, teasing whispers tickling your earlobe when he brushed his lips against it. He took your hand and pressed kisses on your palm, his eyes smoldering with desire and adoration for you.

“As soon as my legs start working again, we should get out of here. We need to start packing, my aunt said the apartment will be move-in ready by next weekend.”

“Yeah.” He turned your face toward him so he could give you a gentle kiss on the lips. “By the way…it wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing. I meant what I said. I love you.”

You laughed gently. “Yeah, I know. I love you, too.”

He laid back into the pillows, satisfied with your answer. You rested your cheek against his chest. The familiar tempo of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep within minutes. For the first time, both of you found your reality more enticing than your dreams, and you both couldn’t wait to wake up together.

Chapter Text

As much as Peter knew about you, there were still some secrets he was very good at keeping to himself. 

You understood why. After all, this was a man who spent the vast majority of his time following you around, memorizing your schedule, stealing your garbage and sneaking into your room at night to watch you sleep. That was told to you within just five days of knowing each other. It was shocking enough at the time to give you serious pause. In order to fix the mistake of dumping all of his strange behaviors onto your lap, he had to do some serious damage control. That was why he slowed things way down and let you discover more about him as time went on.

It’d been years since then. Marriage and the birth of your first child were already behind you. You thought you knew the important things about Peter, but his behavior lately was slipping. There was something he wasn’t telling you and you had a sneaking suspicion you knew what it was.

You first noticed Peter’s…fixation…when you were still dating. The first few months were one hell of a honeymoon period. You were relieved at the notion that you didn’t have to bend over backwards just to make ends meet and you enjoyed your newfound freedom. Peter was all too happy to indulge your whims and spoil you. 

Your days were usually spent lazing around and fucking him when you were bored. You didn’t think much of it back then, but Peter often liked to seduce you the minute you exited the bathroom. 

“Peter, I haven’t even showered yet!” you protested. If you could smell your own funk, there was no doubt he could.

He grinned up at you and nudged your legs apart. “I don’t care.”

He really didn’t. Not when he pushed your panties to the side and went tongue-deep inside you to make you cum as many times as you could take it. You gripped his scalp and dug your nails into his skin, feeling him lap up every inch of you he could get. He especially liked to dip the tip of his tongue against your clit, but every now and then he would slide it down just a smidge and end up brushing against your urethral opening. You thought he was just being thorough because he was addicted to your taste. That wasn’t…quite it.

After you got married, Peter was a lot more lax at home. He had your last name and more importantly the title of Your Husband, something that he cherished more than anything. He wasn’t quite so high-strung and you often found yourselves acting sillier than usual.

Peter liked to playfully wrestle with you. Mostly because it did end up in him topping you or vice versa. He liked the thrill of trying to pin you on your back and overpower you with his surprisingly strong yet lithe body. 

You were in the middle of setting up the new TV he bought for the living room when you felt his presence from around the corner. You were getting much better at hearing those soft footfalls of his. You turned your head slightly and narrowed your eyes, catching sight of the feral grin on his face before he launched his attack.

“Watch out for my glass!” you cried out, having remembered that you set down your drink near the pile of cords and mounting equipment. 

“Don’t think you’ll distract me.” He growled in response and you immediately put your hand over his mouth to get him to stop. You hated how those guttural noises always made you wet. 

He responded by licking you. Of course he did. You screeched in disgust at the vast amount of slobber that coated your hand and he took the opportunity to dig his fingers into your sides. Your life flashed before your eyes as laughter bubbled in your throat. Peter took that as a positive sign and began to tickle you mercilessly. You gasped for air and the only sound was that of your choked laughs and his chuckles as he drew more out of you.

You tried so hard to get him away. When all else failed, you opened your mouth and tried to speak between giggles.

“P-Peter! St-ah! Stop!”

He ignored you and you squirmed underneath his lap. He had you pinned pretty good.

“I’m serious! Please! S-stop it!” Your next laugh came out a little strained as a familiar feeling shot up your body. “Peter! Wait, stooop! I’m gonna pee!”

You watched his expression as realization sank in and you paled when you saw something dark flicker in his usually bright eyes. His hands stilled. Before you could breathe a sigh of relief, he began tickling you even worse than before. You screamed his name and thrashed as he kept his full weight on you. Tears sprang to your eyes and you began to beg him to stop. Your laughter was weak and strained, your chest tightening, your hands clawing at his back.

“PETER!”

Your face froze the minute you felt your bladder give out and your lower half turned completely wet. Peter finally stopped and now loomed over you with his eyes blown wide and his cheeks cherry red. You trembled as the pee pooled underneath your ass and made your panties stick to your skin. You swallowed thickly and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stifle your embarrassment.

“S-sorry honey, I got a little carried away,” Peter breathed. “Oh, you’re all wet…”

“Why did you do that?!” is what you wanted to say, but you didn’t. Instead, you just tearfully pushed him away so could get up and run to the bathroom. It had been well over a decade since something like that happened to you and you never thought you’d ever have to experience it again.

You closed the door behind you and immediately stripped out of your soaked shorts and panties. They were heavy from the added weight of your piss. You pinched the smallest piece of fabric you could and dropped it into the pile of clothes near the hamper.

The water was warm and you were eager to wash away the sticky mess between your legs. You stepped into the shower and immediately lathered yourself up to get rid of the evidence.

In the midst of your hurried scrubbing, you heard the door creak and Peter walk inside.

“I’m just dropping off some fresh clothes, dear. Would you like me to start a load of laundry?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

You didn’t hear Peter leave, and through the semi-transparent curtain liner you could see he was still standing there. You locked your gaze on him. What was he doing?

To your utter shock and disbelief, Peter turned around, but he wasn’t carrying an armful of laundry. He had your soiled pair of panties in his palm. You could see it was still wet enough to drip down his forearm. Peter paid no attention and instead drew the underwear to his mouth—and began to suck on the fabric.

You were horrified. He was tonguing every inch of it and savoring the taste of your piss. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. You recognized all the signs of his perversion on display: the sweat running down his forehead, his excessive amount of drool, his pupils constricting and turning almost catlike. 

Peter stuffed more of it into his mouth and even let out a little moan against the fabric. You gazed down at his wandering hand that slipped into the opening of his boxer briefs. He pulled his cock out and began fapping furiously to the taste and smell of your own piss-coated panties. It took less than thirty seconds for his back to arch, his balls to tighten, and he aimed his cock at the laundry pile and came all over it in a series of quick, powerful spurts.

When he was done, and the flush faded from his cheeks, he took the panties out of his mouth and tossed them onto the dirty laundry. Only then did he scoop it up in his arms and leave the room as if nothing even happened.

You spent the rest of the shower with your mind in shambles. You managed to stumble out and get dressed in the fresh clothes Peter brought for you. You thought maybe he would get a little antsy at hiding something from you and eventually explain what happened, but he never did. You were too scared to ask.

The topic was never brought up again. 

Until now.

Peter was going down on you in your hotel bedroom, his hands wrapped firmly around your thighs. He had been nose deep in your pussy for a while. You were sensitive so he played around your clit with his tongue, just barely brushing over the hardened nub, his smirk growing with every second that passed by.

If you weren’t positive he enjoyed every second of it, you would’ve offered to return the favor. To Peter, this was just as good as getting jerked off. He relished your taste on his tongue and moaned whenever he slid its entire length inside of you. Your spongy walls squeezed down on his tongue and a little bit of precum drooled from his cock.

“Can you even breathe down there?” you asked him. You were trying to distract him so he’d give you a bit of a break.

“I’m only done when I’m on the verge of passing out.” He kissed the inside of your thighs. You could feel from here that there was a deep purr rolling in his throat. “Besides, I’m trying to make the most of our time together.”

You finally found a babysitter for your kid and Peter wasted no time in setting up a weekend getaway for you two. He wanted to make sure you couldn’t even walk by the end of the trip. There was a lot of romance and seduction on his end; he did love to spoil you. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to give your jaw a rest and let me have a turn?” You asked in-between those long, languorous licks.

“Maybe later. I’m going for a personal record right now.”

You laughed and his mouth stilled.

“Dammit, sorry, honey,” you stammered. “I should’ve told you not to make me laugh when you’re down there. I’ve been doing kegels but it doesn’t feel like it’s helped, that’s why I have those panty liners in my purse.”

You were positive that you had successfully turned off your husband from talking about all the new flaws with your body after pregnancy. That and the fact that he just got a mouthful of pee that dribbled out of you. Peter didn’t care. Although he hadn’t moved, he locked eyes with you and swallowed pointedly and you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.

“Peter,” you murmured. “Do…do you have a piss kink?”

He kissed your clit and rested his cheek on your inner thigh. “Is it a problem?”

“No, I don’t…think so?” You could feel your face getting a little flushed. Peter was an adventurous type and wanted to try everything once with you. You had engaged in some things that you didn’t like and he backed off from them. 

Maybe if he had admitted this in the beginning, when you were dating, it would’ve thoroughly disgusted you. Seeing the heated look in his eyes now was only making you wetter.

“It’s just, I love everything about you,” Peter blurted, his fingers dipping into your pussy. He slid one of them in knuckle-deep and you stifled a moan. “I love the taste of your spit, your sweat, your cum. I can’t get enough of you, darling. I’ve been holding back for so long because I didn’t want to force it on you.”

“I had a f-feeling…” Your breath hitched when you felt him add another finger. You were getting stretched out now and he was quick to curl them upwards so he could brush against your g-spot. You felt a familiar tickle in your abdomen and shifted your weight so you weren’t bearing down so hard around him.

“I think we should try it out, though. I mean…you never know, you might like it.” Peter’s wrist moved a little faster. You dug your heels into the mattress. He was staring directly at your pussy and every exhale sent a warm breath washing over your sensitive skin. You shuddered and shifted underneath him as he continued to fingerfuck you.

“I don’t want to make a mess,” you protested weakly. You could feel your resolve draining fast. Hearing the wet schlick every time he retrieved his fingers only intensified your pleasure. “At least put a towel down.”

“No.” His fingers pounded against your g-spot. “Make a mess for me.”

“I can’t just pee on you!”

“Yes, you can. Just close your eyes and let it come out all over the bed. I’ll drink every last drop you have to give me.”

“Mmph….” 

It felt wrong, so wrong. Bladder control was something learned from such an early age and to let go—on purpose—felt taboo and…exciting. You could feel your orgasm climbing. Peter was going to make you cum. 

The embarrassment of forcing yourself to release your bladder all over his face wasn’t enough to stop you. Your back arched and you began to cum, and with it came a stream of urine. You gasped aloud when you felt Peter seal his mouth over your pussy as he gulped down every single drop that spilled out of you. You hadn’t realized you even needed to go that badly. It just kept going. Your thighs shook and you cried out his name as you came and pissed at the same time, fully soaking his face in both of your fluids. 

When you felt the last of it leave your body, Peter sucked you clean with fervor. His face was damp and saliva smeared across his mouth, his tongue lolling out and a hefty blush dying his face beet red. You both tried to catch your breath, making eye contact, the weight of what you’d done finally settling on your shoulders.

“My love,” he cooed, standing up. His dick was rock hard and it looked like he already came at least once when eating you out. More cum bubbled at the tip of his cock. “I can’t wait any longer.”

You responded by spreading your legs a little wider. Peter grinned and guided his dick inside of you. He bottomed out inside of you easily and you both moaned in unison at the sensation. You felt sated by the intensity of your orgasm and still you found yourself wanting him to pound into you until he came inside. 

Peter hoisted a leg over his shoulder and angled himself deeper. He grunted and wasted no time slamming into you. You let him. The man just devoted himself to getting you off for the past half hour. If he wanted to be a little rough, that was fine with you. You reached down to play with your clit and he moaned. His balls slapped against your ass he fucked you. You watched him bite his lower lip and the twitch of his eyebrow told you he was close.

“I’ve always wanted to do something,” Peter huffed, punctuating his sentence with another hard thrust. “You’re just so tight and warm. I can’t get enough of it when I pour my love inside of you and watch my cum leak out. It’s such a relief. But I want to try something more. Will you let me?”

“Are you…-ngh! A-asking to… piss inside of me?” Even saying the words aloud drew a healthy flush to your cheeks. “Is it really that much of a turn on for you?”

“You have no idea,” he whimpered. “Just imagine it. You take everything I have to give you. There’s so much of it, you’re so full, you can’t hold it all in. You let go, all over the bed, all over me, and bare yourself to me. Darling, please, I’m begging you.”

You couldn’t resist when he phrased it that way. Peter was always a needy man, and having that control over him was a turn-on. You never betrayed his innate trust in you, but knowing you had him under your thumb and writhing for your touch made it hard to deny him.

“Is it safe?”

“Yes, it is. It’s sterile. But…well…there’s a risk of a minor infection…” He trailed off and his pace slowed. “I won’t do it unless you say it’s okay. I can just pull out and cover you with it. That would be good, too. Just dripping. Now I can’t decide. Wh-what do you want me to do?”

You thought about your options. You could get a face full of hot piss and be completely ruined, enough that Peter might spend the next hour licking and sucking you clean. On the other hand, if he did it inside of you, there would be less clean-up. You might have to get on some antibiotics for a little while, but that was a minor risk compared to the thrill of having him actually do it inside.

“I’ve already made a mess of myself, and I want to get used to it since you seem to like it so much–”

“It’s not just about me. I want you to like it, too. Let’s just try inside and we’ll see how you feel.”

“Okay.” You swallowed thickly and stared up into those bright, warm eyes of his. “I trust you.”

“Oh, god, you know what that does to me!” 

He began thrusting inside without waiting another minute. You weren’t prepared for him to start and actually whimpered when he reared back to thrust. Your muscles clenched around nothing and welcomed him in by clinging tightly to his cock when he pushed it back inside. Every movement he made sent your body ablaze with unadulterated lust. You were still out of sorts from your last orgasm, but he knew you well enough to see when your breaking point was. You did huff out his name a few times when he began to pound into you from excitement and he checked how…enthusiastic he was being with your body.

“I’m so close. I can’t believe you’re going to let me do this.” Peter bit down on his lower lip. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long–”

“You dreamed about pissing inside me?”

“Well…yes, but I promise, it was all tasteful. Most of it.” 

You snorted and pushed his face away when he tried to bend down to kiss you. “You are the antithesis of tasteful, and you know it! My poor fantasized self has been through the ringer because of you.”

“Even so, I want to experience it here, with you.” He stole a kiss when you tried to adjust yourself on the bed. “The last thing I’d ever want to do is make you feel forced to do something I like.”

You placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned into it. “You’re always trying new things to make me happy, Peter. It would be awful if I didn’t return the favor. And you know me well enough that if something bothers me, I’ll tell you.”

With the sappy conversation out of the way, Peter went back to rearranging your insides. You knew that he was always close behind when you came, seeing you go over the edge was usually enough. This time it seemed like he wanted to cherish every moment in case you decided this wasn’t for you after all. He pinned your hands above your head and you watched his hips stutter into yours. His teeth snagged his lower lip and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he chased his orgasm, his chest heaving and sweat beading at his brow.

“You’re doing so good, Peter. Do you need a little help?”

“Just a little, I’m almost there,” he panted. “Just talk to me. I want to hear your voice when I cum.”

You laughed under your breath. “Well, how can I say no to my husband ?”

“Mmph…” His eyes blew wide and his cheeks reddened all over again.

“You’re so good to me, Peter. I’m yours and our rings prove it. Every day I think about how lucky I am–”

“Oh, oh god, I’m gonna–”

“–and what a good man you are. You make me feel so good–”

“Fuck…don’t stop–”

“–You’re the only one I’ll ever want. I love you, Peter, I love you–”

“Agh!”

Peter froze mid-thrust and you were immediately filled with a searing warmth that sent your entire body shuddering. Oh, you knew what his cum felt like, those giant, unending loads he spurted deep inside. But this was different. It was molten inside of you and there was so much of it, a gentle pressure against your cervix as the stream splashed against it. 

You hooked your legs around his waist and pushed him forward so he was as deep as possible. He didn’t seem to notice. His glutes tightened as he emptied himself inside you, his thighs trembling and a mantra of your name caught in his throat. You didn’t cum with him, but you felt a certain type of smug pride that made the experience that much more rewarding.

“That’s…that’s all of it,” he moaned, making no move to withdraw from your tight, warm walls. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I feel a little…full…more than usual…but it felt good.”

“It did for you too?” He slowly lowered himself down so you were nose-to-nose before burying his face in the crook of your neck. You reached behind him to stroke his head, dragging your blunt nails along his skin so he would start to purr. Just as you expected your body was lulled into relaxation with his rumbling throat and soft lips against your neck.

“I didn’t think it would. I’m enjoying the afterglow and trying not to think about how I’m going to get this all out.”

“I’d love to watch you try…”

“You’re so gross. But you’re cute so I’ll let it slide.”

You and Peter exchanged a few more kisses and just as he said, he was standing in the bathroom as you tried to clean yourself up. To his credit he did help, though the erection bobbing against his belly made it obvious that he wasn’t quite finished yet. The nice thing was that Peter was just fine with your different sex drives, as you’d expect from a loving, supportive husband. He took care of his needs if he wasn’t satisfied and you were too tired to continue.

He was much more affectionate for the rest of the night, though, and that was when you knew that he really enjoyed himself even more than usual (if possible). You had to pry him off so you could actually roll over in bed and get some sleep. He was eventually satisfied by putting his warm palm against your thigh and giving you a gentle squeeze now and again.

Neither of you really talked about what happened the next day. It was business as usual. Going out sightseeing, stopping by the beach, eating way too much food and wandering along the boardwalk with gigantic glasses filled to the brim with mixed drinks. The air was cool, the sun was gentle, and most of all, you managed to have Peter all to yourself.

“I think I’m ready for a nap before we go to dinner.”

You disrobed from the outfit you had on and threw on something cozy and comfortable instead. Peter stripped down to his boxer briefs and headed towards the bathroom.

“Are you going to be long?” you asked, flipping idly through the basic channels on TV.

“No, it’s just pee.” He laughed and ducked inside the bathroom.

Normally you would’ve just accepted that and done your own thing. But…thinking about last night, how it felt, the warmth of it inside of you, all over you even, had you squeezing your legs together. Maybe it was because it was a new and novel thing to do in the bedroom, but you didn’t want to wait for Peter to bring it up again.

You slipped inside the bathroom and crept up behind him. You’d seen Peter use the bathroom before, but you hadn’t exactly seen it up close. There was something undeniably sexy about his body even though it was littered with old scars. You watched him aim into the toilet as a steady stream of urine hit the bottom of the bowl.

“You know, if you’re trying to scare me, you’re being a little obvious,” he teased from over his shoulder. “Or were you just enjoying the show?”

You knew he meant it to be a way to squeeze some information out of you. You didn’t feel like playing coy, so you were open with him.

“Yeah. I was just wondering about how it…you know. Tastes.”

Peter stepped back from the toilet and gazed down at you. If his face was neutral like that, devious thoughts were whirling around in that perverted head of his. 

“You want to try it?”

“From the bowl?” You shot him a scandalized look. “No way! I’m not that desperate to know!”

He laughed so hard he began to tear up. “No. I was thinking more of…well…I just went, so the taste and smell is faint. If you want a closer look.”

He hadn’t done the universal penis shake to get rid of any stray droplets, that was true. You looked up at him, then his dick which was twitching in anticipation.

“Okay, but I’m not giving you a blowjob, my jaw still hurts from last night.”

“That’s fine with me.”

Peter leaned against the sink as you sank to your knees. This wouldn’t be the first time you had wrapped your mouth around his cock in a bathroom, but the vibe was different now. You were doing it to know what his piss tasted like. The thought of it made your panties damp and you shifted back and forth to gauge how ruined they were. And dammit, they were soaked.

You wrapped a hand around him and stared straight ahead at the head of his dick. It twitched in anticipation the second you opened your mouth. You didn’t take him completely in. You wanted to test the waters first. 

You stuck your tongue out and ran the flat edge from base to tip. The saltiness of his skin was familiar enough, but you could immediately tell that it wasn’t precum beading at the tip. It was a droplet of piss that hadn’t been shaken off yet. You wrapped your lips around the head and sucked softly, drawing it into your mouth, and letting your tongue marinate in it before you pulled off him.

“Well?” he asked hopefully.

“I mean, it’s…about what I expected. It’s bitter and uh, salty. But you know, it took a while and I got used to swallowing your cum, so I think I can do it. The nice thing is that it doesn’t have that slimy consistency that makes me wanna hurl.”

“What a glowing review.” He chuckled. “It’s not for everyone, dear, and if it’s not for you, then that’s that.”

“I mean, I’m not turned off by it. If anything…” You shifted again on the floor and he could clearly see the way your legs squeezed together. “I…think I like it.”

“Really?” He could barely contain his excitement and the sudden turn of the conversation was rapidly making him soft. “I mean, that’s good to hear, darling! I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. We still have one more day together before we have to leave…maybe we should make the most of it when it’s not our own house we have to clean up afterwards?”

He had a good point. The nap sounded so inviting, though.

“Post-nap sex?”

“Post-nap sex.”

“I love you, Peter~”

Lazy afternoons were the best, especially when you had someone like Peter. As soon as you woke up he gave you a bottle of ice cold water and some snacks. It helped you shake off the last tendrils of sleep coiling around your brain. He put on some mindless show for you to laugh at and was quick to curl around you to cuddle.

You would both have to leave in the morning and go back to your ordinary lives. But here, within this room, you could indulge in whatever desires you wanted without fearing that someone would find out.

It didn’t take much to seduce Peter. A few kisses and your hand between his legs did the trick. Sometimes you could just look in the man’s general direction and he would get that expression on his face, the one that said he wanted to rail you on top of whatever surface he could find. Right now, though, all it took was a pair of lips on his neck and your fingers teasing the opening of his boxer briefs open so you could run your hand along his cock.

“Remember what you did to me last night?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine. “I think I want to be on the receiving end this time.”

“Anything you want.” 

“But can we do it with some towels down? I don’t want to get the bed wet.”

You kneeled on a pair of pillows since the carpeted floor was as uncomfortable as it was filthy. Peter gazed down at you, fully nude and erect, anticipating what was coming next. Your eyes swiveled up to his and you cupped your breasts in the hopes that it would land between them and nowhere else.

“I’m so lucky,” Peter choked out while simultaneously drizzling a generous amount of lube on his dick. 

“Hey, cry on your own time! I’m not going to stay like this forever.”

You watched him pump his hand around his dick. He had a lot of practice jerking himself off in the beginning of your relationship, that was for sure. It wouldn’t take him long to cum at all, but he wanted to draw things out for your sake. His palms were slick and glided along his skin with little resistance. 

Your mouth started to water as you tried to recall the taste earlier. Would it be the same? He was going to be giving you a lot more than a few droplets, that was for sure. Would you enjoy the feeling of it as it dripped down your body? While it soaked in your hair?

“Shit!”

You stuck your tongue out, eager and willing, as the hot stream hit the bottom of your chin. Peter adjusted himself and soon enough you could feel it in the back of your throat. You were lost in all of the sensations that came with it. The acrid taste sliding down your throat, bitter and salty and titillating all at once. It was so warm and wet, and while it splashed against the side of your mouth and ran down your bare neck, you hurriedly stuffed a hand between your legs and went to work on your clit.

You were more sensitive than usual, probably because this was so thrilling. You rubbed at your clit while still keeping your eyes on him. He had an expression of relief mixed with lust, and it was one of your favorites. 

You were able to lose yourself in the sensations and focused on everything you felt at this moment. Excitement, nervousness, even a tinge of embarrassment? You knew this should’ve felt wrong, that you should be disgusted, but his lopsided smile and the guttural moans squashed all of those negative emotions immediately. 

He was relieving himself on you, you were his toilet, and all you could think about was knowing you were his, his, his. Watching him double over from pleasure and relief made your entire being call out mine, mine, mine. 

Peter was the first, and likely the last, person you’d ever do this with. It brought a sense of newfound intimacy that reminded you of your early days in the relationship. Back when you two were still exploring each other’s bodies and interests, when you were testing boundaries and compromising. You didn’t think that he could do anything that would surprise you anymore, but oh, thankfully you were wrong.

His hands trembled by the time he was finished, but you weren’t exactly out of the woods just yet. He had relieved himself, that was true, but now he wanted to give you a second helping. You closed your eyes and flinched when you felt the familiar spatter of his spunk on your face. Some of it slid down your cheek and dripped past your breasts, but you didn’t care.

You were so disgusting like this and you never felt more alive. 

Was it any surprise that you came so hard while envisioning yourself completely doused in his piss and cum?

Peter wasn’t going to judge you. He was the one who initiated this! He was open to anything and everything. If you ever discovered a new side to yourself and ended up becoming interested in a lesser known kink, he would at least try it. (Unless it involved a third party, but you didn’t mind that at all.) And given how much fun the two of you just had, you were sure he would want to incorporate this into the bedroom more often.

“Are you going to take a picture for your pervy little collection, or can I go shower?” you asked breathlessly, as if you didn’t just have raunchy sex together. “I need you to help me get this out of my hair.”

Showers together were silly and fun. People expected it to be hot and sexy, but the truth was, it was just inconvenient. Not enough room for you both to fit underneath the showerhead and enjoy the warm water. You were freezing if you backed up against the wall. The bottom of the tub was slick with soap and hair care products and Peter almost fell right out if you hadn’t caught his arm. He did tear down the curtains by accident, though.

But that was okay, because you enjoyed these moments with him. His hands ran down your body as he massaged the soap in and he carefully rinsed you until you were completely clean. He was sweet, loving and supportive, just for you, and you basked in how content you were in your decision to stay with him.

He held your hand the entire drive home. He carried your bags when you entered the house and greeted the babysitter, both of you excitedly relaying the highlights of your trip to them. Well, most of them, anyway. 

Peter practically rushed into your toddler’s room. No doubt he’d entertain them for the next few hours, whether it was imaginative play or just tearing the bedroom apart for the sake of fun. You decided to give them some time alone together while you did your best to unwind from the trip.

“Well, I got the little monster to lie down for a nap,” Peter joked as he came into your room. He crawled across the bed and plopped his head right down in your lap. “Are you doing okay? Did I make you carsick?”

“No, you didn’t. I was just thinking about how much I liked our vacation.” You pulled your arm out of the blankets and began to lightly scratch his scalp. “And the new things we tried. But I’ve been thinking…you hid it all this time and I had no idea. You kept it under wraps pretty well. You continue to surprise me.”

“I had my fair share of close calls…but I didn’t want to risk losing you because I told you too much and scared you. It doesn’t feel like that any more. Besides, there’s no way anyone else would be able to keep up with all of your dirty kinks,” he grinned.

“Oh, shut up! You’re a bad influence on me! I was so innocent and inexperienced when we first met compared to now.”

“Keep telling yourself that, darling. I might just believe you one of these days.”