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You found yourself staring at Lohens door, wondering how it got to this point, you never thought you would have to stoop this low. You expected your parents to call it quits on you, but all of your friends? It was weird.
You knocked on the door wearily, one of your bag straps slightly drooping off your shoulder as you relaxed your posture, attempting to look calm even with a storm brewing in the back of your head.
“Coming!” Your superiors cheerful voice replied from somewhere behind the door, following with quick approaching steps.
You rolled your shoulders, tucking your hair out of your face and dusting off your clothes as if that would make you look less exhausted.
The door creaked open to reveal the infamous, blue haired, kind of on the brink of insanity man, Lohen. He seemed like he just got out of bed, his shirt folded and wrinkled in weird places and his sweatpants barely on. “[Name].” He stepped aside with a smile; his signature unsettling, malicious smile.
You nodded in response, walking past him and placing your bags down at the entrance. You took off your shoes and surveyed his place, it was mostly clean, with some beer bottles scattered, and mild messiness like unwashed dishes, but overall, not bad. Not as bad as you thought it would be, at least.
He closed and locked the door, immediately taking notice of your observational behaviour, “You’re already studying my apartment? Why are you acting like you have options?” he sneered, his eyes seeming to gleam a darker red.
You tore your gaze away from the apartment and turned your attention towards him, “Sorry, I was just curious.” a feeling of unease began to settle in your stomach and slither its way to the back of your throat.
“Curiosity killed the cat.” His voice was sing-songy, like this was all some sort of joke to him.
“Anyway, I’m sure you’re dying to know what I was talking about over the phone,” he sauntered towards the couch, “yeah?” He paused and looked at you over his shoulder, he seemed to be waiting for you to follow him.
You awkwardly chuckled, quick to start behind him, “I… I guess I am.” you were making a poor attempt at calming your nerves and alleviating the building tension between the two of you.
With a lingering smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, he spoke slowly, almost sensually, “It’s not a standard agreement, but, when making your decision, keep in mind that you’re probably going to be homeless if you don’t take it.” he shrugged as if that was your set reality without him.
Wow. That was not subtle at all. “Uhm, okay. What is it?” You shifted forward, intrigued but in a way that your heart might explode with the anticipation.
“When we’re both in this apartment, and you’re awake, I can do whatever I want to you. Sexually. No strings attached.” He kept that same charming smile on his face, “Those are my terms. If you can’t agree, then you can’t live here.”
You raised an eyebrow, and you wondered if this was this some kind of sick joke, but the dead-set look in his eyes told you otherwise. You knew Lohen as an admirable vice captain, and also the guy you were insanely jealous of. Everything he did, he excelled in. That’s why it confused you when you had heard rumours that he was absolutely off the hook and didn’t have limits — yes, you noticed he was a teensy bit crazy, but if he was promoted and recognized by Grand Master Varka, he had to have some sort of ceiling to his cruelty. At least, that’s what you wanted to believe; fine, he didn’t help people without a price, but maybe, hopefully, this price wouldn’t cost you everything.
Come on, what other options did you have?
Your parents assumed you were incompetent and made their disappointment very clear by locking you out. Your so-called ‘friends’ redirected you, passing the problem onto others until it ended at Lohen. That left you here, homeless and vulnerable.
He gazed at you patiently, waiting for the response that would either put a roof over your head or put you out on the streets.
You swallowed, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
His expression erupted into one of triumph, “Great! I’ll show you to the guest room.”
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“Fucking hell.”
Lohen slammed the front door closed and you swore you could feel the apartment shake. He threw his keys down on the counter, muttering curse words and insults and names you had never heard before.
It was the first official day of your agreement, you had moved most of your things out of bags and gotten yourself well established in his lavish guest room; you spent the rest of your day off wanting so badly to justify the dehumanization of this agreement, convincing yourself that it “wasn’t that bad.”
Well, now, seeing him come home with a hardly restrained rage that shook you to your core made you to realize that, maybe, it was that bad.
He sighed, dropping down next to you on the couch, “You don’t understand how stupid these newbies are. They’re like helpless little bugs and Varka expects me to turn them into, well, me.”
You blinked, “Wasn’t I… a newbie under you a couple months back?”
“Now you’re not, so it’s different.” His eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Can we watch something? I want to get my mind off work.”
You felt a rush of relief run through you, he wasn’t taking advantage… yet.
“Yeah, sure.” You picked up the remote and put on a mindless action movie, you were half paying attention and half keeping an eye on Lohen, but he remained attentive to the screen.
Until he slid a hand atop your bare thigh, the cold sensation of his hand on your warm body made you shiver aggressively. You turned your head towards him, but he was still watching the movie, almost like he was acting subconsciously.
You readjusted yourself, trying to fall back into comfort, but his hand began to travel upwards, tresspassing your shorts. Your heart jumped, and your face suddenly burned as he playfully grazed the edges of your underwear. You caught a glimpse of a slight smirk on his lips.
He continued past your underwear, and you froze completely. His fingers dipped into your folds and pushed into the warmth of your core. You muffled a whimper, the edges of the TV screen going in and out of focus. You were trying so hard to make out what the characters were saying, but with his fingers feeling you out from the inside, nothing could pull your attention away from the sensation.
He teasingly pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in repeatedly, gradually speeding up and adding his thumb to carefully circle your clit. Your breathing was getting heavier, and you didn’t care to suppress the occasional noise when he hit the perfect spots. He was curling his fingers deliciously, his thumb still pressing and spiraling your clit, you arched your back into his touch.
You exhaled shakily, “Lohen… I’m going to — fuck-“
He suddenly stopped, “This movies boring, I’m going to go finish some paperwork.” he huffed, pulling his slick-covered fingers out and licking them clean as he walked away.
You watched him leave as you sat, disoriented; your body thrummed with overwhelming arousal and clenched around nothing. You could see an obvious print in his pants, so why did he leave?
Your mind was riddled with confusing possibilities, and your body was punishing you for Lohen not finishing it off. For the rest of the day, no matter what you were doing, Lohen was on your mind. You thought about his long, slender hands, his annoyingly pretty face, his thick, hard-
Stop!
You groaned frustratingly, just trying to cook yourself a small meal while Lohen was invading your mind like a parasite. You put the ingredients away and poured yourself a bowl of cereal, retreating to your room, defeated.
You embarrassingly hesitated at Lohens door for a second, but hastily forced yourself past your own room door to stop you from doing something humiliatingly stupid.
By the time you finished your sad meal, it was late evening. You laid in bed and let your hand rest on your stomach, thinking back to earlier on the couch.
Just indulge. It’s only this one time.
Your brain was reasoning with you, but you didn’t need more than a sentence to slip your hand down. You were sensitive, gasping as soon as you brushed along your clit and began to shamefully finger yourself. You were clumsy, definitely inferior to Lohen.
Lohen. You closed your eyes, and imagined he was the one touching you; his head lowered in between your legs, his eyes locked onto your own as he lapped at your heat like you were the last meal he would ever have. You were so entranced with your fantasies that you had forgotten to keep quiet, and realized the weight of your mistake when you heard the creak of your door opening.
Your eyes flew open and you instantly pulled your hand out of your shorts, but it was too late.
He chuckled, “You’re moaning my name already, huh? I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.” he walked towards you in the darkness, you could only make out his shape and the reddish glint of his iris.
You felt your cheeks burn with shame, you were moaning his name? What the fuck? You backed up into your headboard, still reeling while he climbed onto your bed.
“You like to act so innocent, especially in front of Varka.” He grabbed onto the back of your calves and spread your legs, pulling your body towards him until your hips were just an inch away from his.
He moved his grip upwards until his hands were resting on your hips, he squeezed, you whimpered at the sudden pressure. He leaned down, his hot breath tickling your ear, “It infuriated me, the way you flirted with him like a whore.”
You inhaled sharply, “I wasn’t… I wasn’t flirting with him.” You muttered, averting his eyes knowing you were lying out of your ass.
He laughed, it was breathy and devoid of humour, “Don’t play dumb with me, you’re always eye fucking him during training, you really think I don’t notice?” you heard the faint sound of a belt clinking, and the rustling of clothing.
You bit your lip, his body weight was so warm against you, “What do you care?”
He shifted forward, forcing you to feel his hard-on, “You’re my whore, not his.” his voice was asserting, low, enough to send sparks to your core.
You squeaked when he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one swift movement. He inched you closer again, keeping his bruising grip on your hips and his tip just barely pressing at your entrance. You bucked your hips instinctively, trying to initiate some sort of friction.
He laughed, “You’re that desperate, huh? Okay, fine.” you nodded, sighing softly, relieved that he would finally give you the pleasure you had been desperately yearning for.
Instead, he abruptly flipped you over onto your stomach, squeezing and lifting your ass up. You tried to raise your head, but he pushed you back down into the mattress by your neck, muffling whatever you were trying to say.
He took his time sinking into you, savouring your tight, wet walls that were practically sucking him. That drew out a long whine from you, and your hands dug into the sheets. His dick was bigger than you anticipated; every time you thought he was done he would drive in further.
Tears were brimming your eyes when he finally was balls-deep inside of you, you were hanging on by a thread, and he hadn’t even begun yet. He pulled out all the way, but you couldn’t even get out a full breath before he thrust into you with no restraint, winding you. He maintained that ruthless pace, and you couldn’t stop moaning.
Lohen mocked you among heavy breaths, “Holy fuck, you really are a slut. Shit, do you hear yourself right now?” he was fucking obsessed with the high-pitched, sweet noises you couldn’t hold back.
He slid his hands up the back of your scalp, intertwining your locks between his fingers before pulling your head all the way back. You mewled at the sensation, his tip was hitting spots you didnt know existed, and you couldn’t help but scream his name over and over. His hand descended to the front of your neck, still pulling you towards him and keeping your back hyper-arched, but now cutting off your oxygen supply. You began to feel dizzy and light-headed, but that only made it more exhilarating, heightening your senses even further. The feeling of falling in and out of consciousness amid the intense ramming of Lohens hips was driving you insane. An immense, burning heat washed over your entire body in short intervals, and you knew you were getting close. Lohen wasn’t stopping, his thrusts getting sloppier and deeper, less precise.
He groaned, “Fuck — you’re squeezing my cock like you wanna milk me for all I got.” He let out a breathy chuckle, “Is that what you want? You want me to fill you up?”
You whimpered in response, weakly nodding your head.
“Say it, bitch. Use your fucking words.” He spat, his hand around your neck tightening the slightest bit as a warning.
“Yes! Yes! I.. I want your cum inside of me!” You sobbed, your face wet with a mixture of tears and sweat.
As soon as he heard that, he couldn’t wait any longer. He buried himself as deep as he could inside of you, filling you with his thick, hot seed. He withdrew his hands from your neck, letting your head drop onto the mattress. Soon enough, he collapsed to the side of you and watched his cum spill from your entrance, smiling at the sight.
“My perfect whore.”