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Scara knew you were attractive. He knew you were. He made sure you knew that too. Every chance he could, he'd make sure you knew just how lucky he was to snag up someone as good looking as you were.
So knowing all of this, he knew he'd deal with some… unfortunate circumstances where someone would come up to you, chat you up in hopes of trying to win you over, or depending on how bold they'd be, they would even go as far as to ask you out. Of course, they would only ever make it that far if Scara wasn't there to scare them away.
Most of the time, your boyfriend would be by your side, taking you everywhere to both protect you and to spend time with you. But of course, he's not always there with you. And while a majority of the time he doesn't mind, there are times where he really wishes that weren't the case.
You two had been out on a date together, minding your own business and enjoying your time perfectly without disruption. That was until you had gotten distracted. While ordering food for the both of you, you had seemingly been chatting with the worker. The conversation seemed friendly enough at the start, but the longer it went on, the longer Scara had grown irritated.
With his eyes glaring daggers at the both of you, he anxiously tapped his finger on the table as his chin rested on his palm. He couldn't believe you were taking this long. You seemed a little too into the conversation. Whatever the other person had been saying to you shouldn't be that funny.
Huffing impatiently, he was trying to read your lips, hoping to get some sort of answer as to what could possibly be more interesting than him. He knew you weren't stupid. You wouldn't just forget you were on a date like that. Especially when you knew he was waiting for you to come back.
The food was going to get cold.
Yeah.
That's what he was concerned about.
As he gripped his palm together in a fist, he crumpled the discarded paper he had next to him along with his fist. Rolling his eyes, you finally strolled back to him as you waved the cashier goodbye. Your eyes met with his as he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms with a pout as you gave him a smile.
You sat the tray down on the table, placing each of your respective orders on your sides, “You seem awfully chipper.” He commented, his eyes continuing to glare you down as you took your seat. “Sorry.” You apologized, taking a fry and placing it in your mouth. “They had a few pins on their shirt! I recognized a few of them and then you know… time kind of flew by!”
“So you ignored your date in order to talk about some nerdy shit?” He seemed upset, angrily snatching up one of your fries despite having his own. You frowned, “I didn't mean to ignore you, you know that.”
“Do I? You seemed awfully invested over there. Maybe you should continue this date with them instead.” You sighed, reaching over to hold his hand but he pulled away. “Don't.”
You hadn't even realized he was so upset over something like that. You didn't mean to ignore him. You just wanted to have a small conversation, it's not like you had intended it to take that long. “Can I make it up to you? Please?”
He stayed silent, taking a sip from his cup as you let out another whine. “Please, Scara? I'll do anything. Pretty please?”
Normally, he would've continued to sulk more to guilt trip you, but he liked hearing you beg. “Outside.” He ordered, standing up from his seat before you gave him a startled look. “B-but the food—”
“I said outside.” He gave you a final warning, causing you to gulp as his voice lowered. Oh boy.
You nodded as he reached down to grab your hand, giving a lasting glare at the cashier as they watched you walk away. His hand tightened around yours as you stared back at him rushing through the door. As you swarmed through the small sea of people, he led you down an alleyway, one near the restaurant, but secluded enough that no one could see you.
“Scara, I'm really sor—” Before you could apologize any further, he shoved you against the wall, lips immediately connecting with yours in a rough kiss. You kissed back, hands gripping his back as his rushed hands moved up your shirt. He was needy, wanting to hold you as close as he possibly could as he grinded himself against you.
He allowed you room to breathe, gasping for air himself as he moved his mouth toward your neck. He sucked on your skin, slightly biting down on it as both of you panted with heat soon greeting your skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, “Guess I need to remind you of who you belong to since you're so quick to forget.”
You whined as he licked up and down your neck, leaving more marks than before. “Th-that's not true…”
“Seems like it is. You're way too friendly.” He grounded your hips against his, feeling him groan against your neck as your body grinded against him. He grabbed your chin with his hand to force you to look at him, pulling in for another rough kiss. “Do you like pissing me off?”
Another bite.
You yelped, “Of course not…!”
“Then why do you keep doing it?” He grumbled, untangling your legs from around his waist, pressing your chest against the cool brick wall. His hands were shaking, you couldn't tell if it was from fear or anger. As he rushed to pull down your pants, he undid his own with just as much haste. He gripped one of your hands and held it behind your back, grip tightening around your wrist as you winced in pain. “Since you love pissing me off so much,” He lowered himself near your entrance, cock aching as he aligned himself.
“You can take it rough.”
Without further warning, he entered you fully, making you gasp as your hand gripped onto the seemingly slippery brick wall as all words disappeared from your mouth. He hissed, bending down toward your ear as he bit your temple in a possessive nature. “You’re mine. Did you forget?” You shook your head, trying to turn to face him at least but he pushed you more into the wall, moaning in your ear as his hips sped up.
“Uh-uh. You take it as I give it to you. You lost the privilege of chosing what way you get fucked.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he felt you push back against him, nails digging into your skin as he continued to hold down your wrist. His hips were moving at a pace you could only describe as rushed. He seemed like he was in such a hurry but at the same time, like he wanted nothing more than to spend all day fucking you.
Whining in your ear almost, he could recall the events from earlier, making him growl as your breathless moans filled his ears. “You're such a whore.” Gritting his teeth as sweat dripped down his forehead, he moved your hand from the wall to his side, pulling it behind you to hold you in place as your cheek was pressed against the wall.
“Maybe I should leave you in this alley since you just fucking love being a cum dump for everyone but me.” You were trying to figure out just what exactly he was so upset about. You didn't understand what you had done to make him so pissed off. As you tried to defend yourself, he tossed you toward the wall, allowing you to catch your breath a bit before he pulled himself out of you.
“Put that mouth of yours to good use.” You nodded obediently, getting on your knees as he put himself against the wall, lifting up his shirt as his pants fell down toward the floor. You looked up at him as your tongue glided against the base of his cock before engulfing him entirely. He tossed his head back, letting out a curse or two under his breath as his eyes shut.
A hand was placed at the top of your head, gently guiding you as he slightly assisted you with your movement. As you bobbed your head up and down, you could feel his hips thrust into your mouth with desperation, hearing his breathing become more erratic. He glared down at you, seeing your pathetic pleading eyes stare up at him with such feigned innocence.
He gritted his teeth, yanking your hair as he pushed you further on his cock. You gave a gagged choke, tears welling up in your eyes, “Don't act all innocent.” He continued to ramble, forcing your head to move as he wished with a strong grip on your locks. “How many times must I remind you that you belong to me? No one else should have any business with what's mine.”
He popped you off of his shaft, allowing you to breathe for a minute, “‘M sorry…” You sounded genuine, a few tears falling down your face as he bent down to your level. He sighed, placing a hand under your chin as he tilted it up to face him. “You really are pathetic.” His words seemed to lack any ounce of empathy, a half lidded gaze meeting your own as his thumb trailed your bottom lip.
“Am I going to… I-I mean, are we going to finish—?”
“If you're that desperate to finish, you can go and ask your friend back at the restaurant since you were so very friendly with them earlier. Maybe they'll see you all pathetic looking and feel an ounce of pity for you, and help you since they're just such a good friend.”
Oh so that's what he was upset about.
As you tried to reach out for his hand, he pushed you away, allowing you to frown, trying your luck a second time as his face turned away from yours. You placed a hand on his cheek, softly turning him to face you. “Is that what you're upset about?”
He huffed as you felt his cheeks heat up in response, silently confirming your suspicions. “I told you what we were talking about. It was just a friendly conversation, that's all.”
“That's not the point.”
You gave him a kiss, slightly slipping a hand up his shirt to feel his chest as he gave in just as easily. Your hand slowly trailed down toward his still leaking cock, wrapping your fingers around it with ease. “Tell me what you felt then.” Your whisper sent chills down his spine, making him shiver as he felt your lips move from his ear to his neck.
As he felt his palms get sweaty, “W-What do you mean?”
“Tell me how that person made you feel.”
He stayed silent as he felt you nibble at his neck, feeling you slightly speed up your movement, “Angry…” You let out a hum, wanting him to continue as your palm rubbed along his tip driving him absolutely insane. “L-Like they were going to take you away from me…”
“Good boy. What else?” He whimpered at your praise, hands gripping onto your shirt as you teased his cock more, “And just—... fuck… that I needed to remind them that you be-belonged to me…”
You chuckled, “So you decided the best way to do that was to fuck me in an alley?” He glared at your cheeky remark, but soon lost his composure as your hand clamped down on him more. Thrusting into your palm, he nodded so desperately. “Mhm.” His whines were so delectable.
Licking your lips, you decided to pull him in for a strong kiss, drinking up his whimpers and moans as he desperately tried to cum. He pulled away, feeling himself edge closer, “W-Wait…” With a soft expression, he tried to stop your hand from moving further, letting a gasp once you decided to put your mouth around him. “Wait! N-No…! Inside, please…”
You glanced up at him, “Inside?”
“Mhm. Let me… cum inside you. Please?” How could you deny him when he was begging so desperately? You held back a laugh, his rough demeanor seemingly disappearing half way through. You nodded, allowing him to smile back at you, laying you down on the floor as he kissed you slowly.
He placed his member back inside of you, throwing your leg over his shoulder as the other one was being held down with his hand. He moved his hips again, trying to desperately reach his high as both of you moaned in pleasure.
His skin slapped against yours, feeling his nails dig into your skin more as he smirked. “I meant what I said earlier.” You laughed a bit, putting his hand toward your neck as you smiled back at him, “I'm yours.” His hand tightened around your throat as he felt you clamp down on him more, “Damn right you are.”
He could feel his edge nearing as he stared down at your own fucked out face, feeling satisfied with himself knowing he was the one to fuck you so well. His cock pulsed inside of you, ramming your insides over and over again as he pushed himself deeper inside of you. You felt so fucking amazing.
He smiled to himself as he felt drool drip down to his hand, “You're such a sick fuck.” With a laugh, he gave a brief minute to breathe before choking you once more, this time using both hands as he teased your hole. As he panted with such exhaustion, he was so pleased with how many marks he had left on you, each appearing more and more visible as time passed.
“Mine. You're mine. ” He repeated it to you over and over again, like it wasn't his new favorite mantra, lowering himself down toward your body, desperately grinding against you as you dug your nails into his back. He moaned as he felt the stinging sensation greet him, breathing into your ear with hot breath. “All fucking mine. No one else's.”
The phrase seemed to be more for himself after a while as he could feel his cock start to twitch inside of you. “ My cum will be inside you, all the marks that I made for you will be on you, it's all mine. Understand?” You tried your best to respond but you just couldn't, unable to even form a proper sentence as he bit down onto your neck more.
“‘Love you…” He mumbled, giving one more whine as his thrusts became sloppier. “I love you so fucking much…” He knew that if you had the ability you would say it back without hesitation. You pulled him in for a kiss, feeling his hips give in as he reached his climax, as well as you. He trembled in your arms and in your mouth, eyes shut so tight, he could've sworn he saw colors.
He pulled away from the kiss with hesitation, laying down on you. as you pet his hair softly, allowing him to relax a bit. “Don't ever talk to anyone for that long while we're on a date again.”
Laughing at his words, you kissed the top of his head, “I won't.”
He felt so comfortable in your arms, listening close to your heart beat before he closed his eyes, feeling a small crawling sensation on his arm before raising an eyebrow. “Hey, you weirdo. What are you doing to my arm?”
You gave a hum, “Nothing? I'm not touching your arm.”
This response made his eyes open wide, flinging his arm with a scream as he was greeted to the sight of a roach crawling up his sticky arm. “Ah! What the fuck?!” He pranced around in fear before eventually tripping over the pants that had still trapped his feet. You couldn't help but laugh as the roach scurried away, he glared at you. “That's not funny! That was disgusting!”
“We're kind of in an alleyway. What did you expect?” You offered him a hand up as the two of you gathered your clothes together, he took your hand while evading your eyes, “Shut up. Guess I won't tell you about the one in your hair.”
This in turn caused you to freak out, jumping with a scream as you tried to shake whatever it was out of your hair. He laughed back at you, “Got you, dumbass.” It was your turn to shoot a glare at him as he innocently buckled up his pants with a satisfied grin. “You're not funny.”
He stuck his tongue out at you, while you rolled your eyes. He held out his hand for you to hold as you held a stern look, but your eyes couldn't help but soften as you noticed his gentle smile. Letting out a sigh, you took his hand, walking out of the alleyway to continue your date roach free.
And possibly without any more disturbances from other people.
At least, if they know what's good for them.