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It’s Me Time.
The house is empty, your wine glass is full, and your favorite lingerie is on — the cute pink set your boyfriend bought you for your birthday. You’ve been busy for days, facing work meetings and deadlines that were impossible to meet. But you made it through the week, and for that, you’ve been handsomely rewarded.
Maybe it’s because you’re dating the sweetest guy ever. You know you’re lucky. Suguru is the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s caring, attentive, and well-versed in your needs and desires. Sometimes he’ll show up at your office with flowers, just because you had a stormy look on your face when you left for work. The two birthdays you’d spent with him, he had spoiled you rotten and bought everything on your wishlist. He tracks your period, and brings you chocolate and medicine when it starts.
He’d spent the earlier part of the evening giving you a full body massage, painting your nails, and deep cleaning the house for you. Then, he had left you in peace with nothing but a soft kiss and a promise to be back before midnight.
It’s ten minutes shy of the hour now, which sounds like as good a time as any to start getting ready for bed. Your head is fuzzy from the wine, and you feel lying down might be your best option.
You bustle about the kitchen, cleaning up your mess and putting your dishes away when you feel a prickle on the back of your neck. You turn, but the doorway is empty.
The unsettling feeling of being watched doesn’t cease as you lock the doors and head upstairs. You get yourself ready for bed, muscles tensed the whole time.
You sigh in relief the second you slide into bed. The mattress molds to your shape and cradles your sore spots. Usually, Suguru would be here to rub his big hands over anything that hurt, too, but he’s still out.
You’re starting to wonder where he is. It’s half past midnight now, and he’s not one to be late. Your fingertips are brushing the edge of the phone when you hear a loud creak from the hallway.
Instantly, you freeze. You know that creak. It drives you crazy to no end. You’ve been living in this house for two years, and the floorboard outside your bedroom door squeaks incessantly under the slightest amount of pressure.
Someone is outside your door.
Your heart starts to pound as you realize your situation. You grab your phone and frantically dial Suguru’s phone number, but your attempt is futile. It goes straight to voicemail. You call his best friend, too, the one person he was most certainly going to be with tonight, but Satoru doesn’t answer, either.
You take a deep breath. Surely this is just your imagination. There’s nobody outside your door, you’ve just been watching too much horror.
Your stomach drops when the door handle begins to turn.
The door creaks open in slow motion. The figure standing there is tall and dark, coated in the shadow of the hallway. Intelligent purple eyes regard you over a wicked sharp smile, which spreads across his face like wildfire when he sees you. Long black hair is tied back in a bun, with a loose bang falling over his face.
Your breath hitches. You pull your sheets up to your chest, but the attempt is futile. He steps closer and closer to the bed, trapping you in further. You can’t run, you can’t hide — what else can you do?
“Look at you.” His voice is soft and bright, and in a horrifying way, he almost seems cheerful. “You’re wearing something so pretty for me.”
“Who are you?” You try your best to cover yourself. “How did you get in here?”
“Shh, don’t worry about that.” He tugs at the sheets as easily as if they’re tissue paper, and they fall from your hands with no resistance. “Ohhh, yes, you look good enough to eat.”
Something stronger than fear pulses through you. “Please…I don’t know who you are.”
“It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He leans over you and kneels on the bed, caging you against the mattress. “Mm, you smell good.”
You shove at his shoulders, but he’s much heavier than he looks. He doesn’t budge, but he does grab your wrists and tug them up above your head to pin them against the mattress.
“Don’t make me hurt you,” he coos. “I don’t want to have to do that. I just want to touch you.”
You squirm and kick as his free hand trails up your bare thigh. He gropes your hips and ass with a satisfied smile on his face, like he’s been waiting for this.
“Wait!” Your legs snap together as he smooths his fingers over your inner thighs. “Don’t touch me there — please, just leave! I won’t tell anyone you were here, I promise, just let me go!”
“Shh, shh. I know you’re not going to tell anyone.” He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “If you do, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
That makes you thrash again. You wriggle desperately in his grasp, and the force of it finally frees you. You slip off the bed and make a run for it, but you don’t even make it to the bedroom door before the stranger’s arm has looped around your waist and stopped you in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He hauls you off your feet. “We could have done this the easy way. I’m sorry you chose the hard way.”
He tosses you on the bed like a ragdoll. You scramble to sit up, but he climbs on top of you, trapping you, and slaps you hard across the face. The noise registers before the pain does, but the shock catches first — you freeze as you realize what happened. Tears well up in your eyes as the sting finally catches up.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to do that.” He rubs your cheek softly. “I told you. Are you gonna be good for me now?”
“Leave me alone,” is all you can get out as your throat squeezes tight, your body instinctively trying to hold back sobs.
“You don’t mean that.” He pats your cheek and spreads your thighs again. “Come on, open up.”
You squirm and protest, but his fingers are already curling in the waistband of the pink panties you’re wearing. Panic races through you as he pulls them down. He rips them when you start kicking and tucks them into his pocket.
“Don’t be difficult.” He pushes you back onto the mattress and keeps you pinned with a hand on your shoulder. “Just stay still.”
You sob and turn your head so you don’t have to look at him. It leaves you unprepared for the fingers that run over your soaked slit — you choke and buck your hips against his hand.
“Look at me.” He grips your jaw and turns your face to look at him. “You’re wet. Soaking wet. You’re enjoying this, you little slut, aren’t you?”
“No,” you protest, shaking your head. Your eyes flutter when he rubs two thick fingers over your clit. “No — ah — don’t touch me there, please, please!”
“You’re getting wetter.” He clicks his tongue and smiles as two fingers slide in easily. “Look at you, taking those so well.”
Your chest heaves with sobs. Distantly, you wonder if Suguru will be here to rescue you soon, but you’re much more distracted by the heat pooling in your loins as the stranger strokes your slick walls expertly.
“You’re squeezing around my fingers,” he mutters, voice low and utterly aroused. “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”
You whimper as your body tenses. It’s too fast, too much, an orgasm building as hard as you try to fight it. It crashes over you in such powerful waves it’s almost painful.
“Thereee you go,” the stranger whispers, easing his slicked fingers out of you. A ribbon of your arousal strings between his digits. “Atta girl.”
You close your legs and turn your head to the side. Hot tears run tracks down your cheeks. You’re mortified, exhausted and scared.
He sighs and pulls his shirt over his head. “You took my fingers so well. You’ll feel sooo good on my cock.”
“What?” You look up at him. He’s already half stripped down, and you can see the erection poking through his grey sweatpants. “No, please, please, you can’t. I have a boyfriend, please, don’t make me do this — "
“Your boyfriend isn’t here right now.” He cups your cheek in his palm. “You only have me. So be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?”
“No,” you sob. You clamp your legs together as he frees himself from his boxers. “Don’t touch me.”
His cock throbs as he pries your thighs apart. “Don’t be like that, sweetie. Let me in.”
“No!” You scream and arch, anything to dislodge him from on top of you. “Let go of me! Please, I don’t want it!”
“Shh, shh. Don’t make me gag you, slut. Your neighbors are going to hear.” He manhandles you, shoving your thighs back against your chest. “Stay there, pretty girl. Just let me have you. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
Your cunt flutters as he slides his swollen dick against your folds. The head catches on your clit. A moan falls from your lips before you can prevent it. Heat pulses in your core.
“That’s good,” he breathes, guiding his cock into your slick cunt. “Ohh, god, baby…you’re so wet.”
You can feel every inch of him dragging against your insides. Every vein, every ridge, even the piercings decorating the head of his cock. He’s thick and throbbing inside you, stretching your walls to the limit.
“Please, please, no,” you whine, even as your cunt squeezes him tightly.
“Fuckk.” He tucks his head into the crook of your neck. “So tight, baby. That’s it, take me just like that.”
Your nails dig into his arms as he rolls his hips in deep, punishing thrusts. “Fuck — it’s too much, stop, stop — "
“Shh, shh, you can take it.” He rubs his hand hard over your stomach, pressing down on the bulge his cock forms. Your pleasure spikes, and he grins as you cry out. “There, that feels good, huh?”
Your bottom lip trembles as you nod tearily. It does feel good, his cock slipping in and out of your slick hole in slow, thorough grinds. The head kisses your cervix, the stranger fucking his precum deep into your womb. Heat builds between your legs, and a steady gush of slick spills down your thighs and pools on the mattress.
He moans above you. “Oh, fuck, I’m close, baby, I’m gonna come inside you, fill you up — ‘m gonna give you my babies, fuck, fuck, fuck — "
Your cunt squeezes tight around him as his cock throbs and pulses, spilling inside you in hot ribbons. You cry out as your orgasm follows, flooding your whole body with white-hot pleasure.
He pulls out, and you both lay there, panting quietly. After a moment, Suguru moves and swipes a rag off the nightstand. He cleans between your thighs and presses gentle kisses to your skin, muttering soft praises as he does. He leaves to get you a glass of water, and when he returns, he slides into bed beside you before wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Was that everything you hoped it would be?” he murmurs, words quiet against your skin.
You nod with an exhausted sigh. Your muscles ache from the positions he had you bent in, and your heart is still beating quickly.
Suguru presses a kiss to your temple. “Good. Anything for my sweet girl. Get some rest.”
“G’night,” you slur, voice hoarse from screaming. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” He taps his fingers against your skin. “Now sleep.”
At his insistence, you close your eyes and drift off to dreamland.