Sorry for the delay, it's been a hell of a month. Hopefully the amount of thirst in this long ass chapter makes up for it.
I got a little carried away with the smut this time, so please heed the following content warnings.
Warnings for:
General dom/sub dynamics, spanking, anal sex, daddy kink, gorey fantasies, knife play, blood play, and a vague reference to csa
Nathan Explosion was surprisingly gentle in bed.
It made sense, really, when Olive thought about it. For all his gruff, imposing bravado, everything she had seen of him thus far over the past month showed a sweet, caring guy; like a big teddy bear. A teddy bear that could lift her up with one black nailed finger, but still.
The way he doted on Toki, the looks full of affection and admiration she caught him giving Skwisgaar, the hidden concern in his eyes when Pickles got too trashed, the constant nagging of Murderface to take better care of himself(even though he tried to disguise it as insults), and how he mediated issues between band members. So much effort was put into his image of being scary and brutal seemingly to balance out how soft and squishy he really was inside.
But.
But.
There was something deeper. Something below, a darker, violent, more primal part of Nathan that he drew from for his lyrics and his stage performances. It was there in the music, in his vocals, in his growls, and in his eyes when he watched her remove the organs of that corpse.
It was there in all of them, really, each man attempting to hide or express it in different ways.
Buried beneath Toki's childish interests but still shining through his eyes when he didn't get his way; bubbling up in a screaming tantrum when Skwisgaar was stressed; subdued by drugs and booze but manifesting itself in Pickles' short temper; and, of course, Muderface's volatile knife use.
But, most obvious of all, had been the hungry, red glow of their eyes after witnessing her slice the jugular of that crazed fan. The air thick, frozen, not a breath among them, only an oppressive feeling of… of… Olive couldn't place it. She knew bloodlust, and that was not bloodlust.
What it was, though, was magnetic. In that instant, that single second, she had wanted to worship them. Had Charles not shown up when he had and broken the atmosphere, she feared she may have done something embarrassing, like drop to her knees and beg each of them have their way with her.
Hell, at the rate she was going, they all would anyway.
But Olive wasn't afraid. If anything, she was fascinated. Never had she experienced such a feeling, such a pull, and she needed to further explore that.
Observing them was her job, and the psychoanalysis came hand in hand with that, whether she wanted it or not. For so many years it had been imperative to her survival to be constantly aware, to know her enemies, get in their heads, assess their motives and weaknesses so she could strike accordingly. It was a habit so ingrained in her now, so second nature, that she could not break it even if she wanted to.
But, it had its perks.
Like now, locked in a battle of tongues on Nathan's ridiculously gigantic bed, his large hands softly gripping the sides of her face as she straddled his lap, her legs spread wide to accommodate his expansive thighs, core pressed against his hard erection. She knew, without a doubt, that he was trying so very hard not to hurt her, not to let that inner blood-craving, gore-hungry part of himself loose while indulging in such a primal act.
Luckily for him, she wanted him to hurt her. And she knew just how to make that happen.
Bringing her hands up to cover his, Olive was once again awed at how much bigger they were than hers, a shiver going up her spine as she imagined what all these big hands were about to do to her. Parting their lips, she turned her head and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his palm, cracking open her eyes to meet his bright green ones, smiling mischievously as she guided his hand down to her chest. Nathan grinned and met his lips to hers once more, rougher and heavier this time as he groped at her breast, thumbing over her nipple through her shirt. Olive let out a soft little sound at that, and Nathan growled into her mouth, his free hand finding purchase on the back of her head, tangling into her hair and giving a gentle tug.
Allowing her head to be guided back, her breath hitched as Nathan's lips trailed down her neck, nipping and tonguing at the skin until he found a spot that made her gasp, doubling down as he simultaneously pinched at her nipple. Olive let out a needy moan, rolling her hips in desperation for friction.
Hand sliding to her waist, he slowly ghosted his fingers under the hem of her shirt, tickling along her ribs as they travelled up before stroking lightly on the underside of her breast, the touch causing goosebumps to bloom across her skin.
"Ahhh…"
Olive felt him smile against her skin, giving a sharp nip before leaning away. He made to remove her shirt, but she beat him to it, yanking the fabric over her head and tossing it behind her carelessly, impatient to have that talented mouth of his in a more productive area. Nathan raised a brow, amused, resting his hands on her waist to properly oogle her chest, blood pumping to his cock as he took them in.
"Huh. Whoah. Pickles was right..."
"Huh?"
Nathan's eyes widened, heat blooming in his cheeks, not having meant to say that outloud.
"Uh… nothing. I didn't say anything."
Olive raised a brow, smile growing as his cheeks reddened.
"Yeah you did. What was Pickles right about?"
Nathan desperately wracked his brain for a believable excuse, coming up blank. Fuck, girls didn't like when you talked about your sex lives to your friends, right? None of his girlfriends ever had, at least.
Curling a lock of his hair around a finger, she gave him a pout, batting her lashes, "Tell me~"
"Just that, uh. You. Uh... youhaveperfecttits ."
Olive grinned mischievously, tugging playfully at the lock of hair. Fuck, he was cute when he was flustered. All kinds of fantasies ran through her mind of the many different ways she could make him blush.
"Yeah? What else do you guys say about me when I'm not around?"
Ok, so she wasn't mad, that was good. He hated when girls got mad.
But the question still made him nervous.
"Nothing! Just, you know. Normal... stuff."
"Normal stuff, huh?"
Amused at his bashfulness, Olive grabbed his hands, bringing them both to cup her tits. Nathan instinctively gave a squeeze, looking down at her hands on his, so little in comparison.
Fuck, she was so tiny.
The thought made his cock throb.
"So you agree, then?"
Dark brows furrowed.
"...agree with what?"
"That I have perfect tits."
Tucking her arms behind her back to give him full access, Olive arched into his touch, grinning as Nathan blushed deeper.
"Uh. Y-yeah. Yes. Definitely."
Fuck, why was he getting so flustered right now? How many pairs of boobs had he grabbed, just in the last week alone? God, he needed to stop talking, just keep his mouth busy so he wouldn't say anything else embarrassing. Gulping, Nathan shook off this weird gushy feeling as he fondled the flesh in his hands, thumbing over her hardened nipples, enjoying the way she shivered. Flattening a hand between her shoulder blades, he leaned her back a bit for a better angle, pressing a few kisses over her dècolletage before taking one of the pierced nubs into his mouth.
Tingles erupted over her body at the warmth, and she gasped, running a hand back through his hair, gently tangling through the thick stands and scratching lightly over his scalp as he licked and sucked at her. After a soft pinch and tug to her other nipple, Nathan let his hand wander down, tracing along the line of her skirt with a feather light touch, Olive rolling her hips and whining at the teasing.
Nathan half-hummed, half-chuckled, popping off of her breast for just a moment.
"You're cute when you're needy."
A small little noise of want left her at his words, Nathan grinning to himself as he sucked her back into his mouth, glad to have turned the tables and put her back in a more submissive role. Sliding his hand down to squeeze at her thigh, he began massaging his way up. Reaching his goal, he ran his fingertips over her panties, a swell of pride going through him at how wet they already were. Olive panted, whimpering as he easily found her clit through the fabric, beginning to provide much needed pressure, and she humped into his hand. Nathan growled softly at her eagerness and increased the pressure, teasing his teeth over her nipple as he tugged the fabric to the slide.
Mouth parting in pleasure, her breath stuttered as he stroked her lower lips, dipping between them to wet his fingertip before slipping back up to her clit, slick digit gliding slowly over and lighting her every nerve on fire.
"...fuck…"
A harsher suck to her breast was her reward for that breathy moan, inspiring a louder one to tear from her lips, and again she desperately rolled her hips, needing to feel him inside her. Thankfully, Nathan took the hint, teasing around her entrance before languidly pressing into her wet heat, taking his time to ensure he didn't hurt her by moving too quickly. He knew his hands were big, his fingers thick and long, and he didn't want to cause her any discomfort. But Olive was having none of that, too turned on to wait, and humped into his hand, moaning wantonly as the digit slid inside.
Surprised, Nathan faltered for a beat, but quickly shook it off, wiggling and pumping his finger inside of her, his dick becoming painfully hard as he imagined how good her tight little pussy would feel around his cock. The thought made him growl, and he picked up the pace, pressing his thumb to her clit and circling as he switched to her other breast, the rush of cool air on her mouth-warmed, wet skin making her gasp. Satisfied that she could support herself, he slid his unoccupied hand around to pinch and tug and twist at her already abused nipple, providing no reprieve for the reddened, throbbing nub.
"Shit, oh… mm… harder, please..."
Nathan grunted as he laved at her breast, barely pulling his lips off her as he queried, "Where?"
Brain fuzzy with lust, she furrowed her brows, not getting it.
"Huh?"
"Harder where?"
"Um... everywhere?"
She felt him smile against her skin, her mouth falling open as he promptly filled her request, finger curling and pressing hard against her inner walls as he pinched sharply at her already sensitive, swollen nipple, simultaneously nipping at the other.
"Oh my god, fuck, yeah, just like that…"
The vocalist growled again, which, much to Olive's pleasure, seemed to be a sign of approval. The sound was fucking intoxicating, deep and rumbling and primal. It hit some weird part inside her brain that made her want to bend over and beg him to fuck her like an animal, to take her hard and rough and merciless, pin her down by her throat and use her until he was satisfied, paint her body with his cum when he was through. The fantasy sent a new wave of arousal through her, and she felt her cunt twitch in need, desperate to be filled and fucked and used by him as he pleased.
Nathan felt her pulse around him, could feel her heart rate pick up through her insides, felt her arch her chest farther into his mouth and hand, and knew she was ready for more. His ring finger eased it's way in to join his middle, and Olive's eyes rolled back, keening out a moan as he stretched her.
"Ohhh fuck, Nathan…"
Fingers curling, he kneaded up into a soft spot inside her that made her quiver, biting at her swollen nipple as he groped her other breast, squeezing the supple flesh in his large hand, making Olive feel delightfully small under his touch.
"Mm your fingers feel so good…"
"Yeah? How good?"
His voice was rough and low with arousal, and again she was hit with the desire for him to just fucking take her.
"Hahh... better than I imagined."
Nathan grinned at the admission, straightening up to catch her eyes, only one nearly glowing green eyes visible through the curtain of silky black, "How often do you think about me fucking you?"
"Ah…" Olive licked her lips, blushing, involuntarily averting her gaze "...um, just, like, every day..."
Nathan growled deep, cock twitching at her words and bashful reaction, and picked up the pace of his fingers, the vibration of his voice sending chills through her body.
"Every day, huh?"
Olive hummed, moaning wantonly as he fucked his fingers up into her hard enough to rock her body.
"Fuck. You're so hot. Fuck…"
Nathan's lips returned to her nipple, continuing to assault the tender skin, seemingly determined to leave her unable to wear a bra for days. But as much as she was enjoying this torment, they were both still wearing entirely too many clothes.
"Nathan… I want your cock. Pretty please…"
The cute little beg was added on as a test, a line thrown out to see if he liked her more submissive. It was hard to tell, with how easily she could fluster him too, and she didn't want to assume he'd be dominant just because he was bigger than her. The deep growl was all the confirmation she needed, and she grinned, more than happy to play that role.
"Cum on my fingers first, then I'll fuck you."
Whining, she nodded, knowing it wouldn't take much more for him to turn her to putty in his hands with the way he was overwhelming her senses. Desperate to have him fuck her into oblivion, she began to actively chase her high, riding his fingers as he continued to mistreat her nipples.
"Fuck fuck fuck oh my god, Nathan-"
It hit her hard and fast, and she gripped his shirt and hair in tight fists for support as she shuddered all over, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she whimpered with the pleasure, riding it out on his fingers until the waves calmed and her body released its tension. Nathan ran his hands soothingly up and down her back for a moment as she composed herself, placing them on her waist when she sat back up.
Meeting his eyes, she gave a breathy giggle, grinning as he smirked at her.
"Take off your clothes."
He certainly needn't tell her twice.
Olive stood on shaky legs, shimmying out of her skirt and panties and perched on the edge of the bed as Nathan removed his own clothes; shirt, boots, jeans, and then-
"Wow."
As his boxers hit the floor, so did Olive's jaw.
Holy shit he's huge.
Nathan Explosion has the dick of a porn star; long and thick and beautiful qnd mouthwatering, the same shade as the rest of his pale skin except for the flushed pink head, which went in a gradient down the shaft, nestled into a bed of dark black curls at the base.
Nathan laughed at her reaction, grabbing her waist and gently tossing her farther onto the bed. Olive landed with a bounce and giggle, hair tousling and falling in her flushed face, propping herself up on her elbow and making a little grabby motion with her hand to beckon him over. The vocalist paused at the sight, one knee on the bed, his face heating again.
Oh fuck, she's cute.
"Nathan? Come on."
Snapping out of it, he crawled his way over to her, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips before pushing her softly onto her back, his dark hair curtaining around them, ticking over her chest.
Spreading her legs further apart, Nathan settled between them and leaned back onto his heels, hands resting on her inner thighs as he opened her a bit further. He took a moment to admire how wet she was already, softly teasing a finger over her wet folds before spreading them for a better view.
Grasping his cock in hand, he laid it flat against her abdomen, balls pressing against her wet cunt, staring at the blatant size difference.
He was way too big to fully fit in her, he knew that, but, fuck, the sight of how far up his cock would go if he could made all sorts of violent, gore filled images flash across his mind. Of his cock breaking through her cervix, her organs shifting and rearranging to accommodate, Olive cross eyed and drooling from the pained pleasure, begging him to fuck her deeper. Of him fucking into her intestines, feeling the warm, slippery sensation of her blood as he impaled her organs. Of slicing open her stomach and sinking his hand in to crush her guts, using the bloody, fleshy mess to jack himself off inside of her.
Nathan gulped, taking a deep breath, beating back his urge for blood, for violence, that desire for gore that always came to the front of his mind. That fantasy would kill her, and hurting her was the last thing he wanted.
Shaking his head, green eyes flitted up to her face, her own dark ones leaving his perfect dick to meet his gaze. Sensing his hesitance, Olive reached down, pressing his cock down against her abdomen and running her hand up the length, tracing a vein with the tip of her finger, smiling teasingly as he shuddered.
"I don't think you're gonna fit, big guy."
Nathan's cock twitched again, and she giggled, wrapping her hand around him to give a few lazy pumps, enjoying the smoothness of his skin, the weight of him in her hand.
"Yeah, uh. Probably not."
"Mm, that's ok. We can do anal so you can."
Nathan blinked at her, surprised, "...you sure?"
"That would feel better for you, right?"
"I- uh, yeah. Yeah. But you, uh, are you sure you can take it?"
"Absolutely. I have bigger dildos."
"Damn. Wow. That's… yeah. Ok. Uh, hang on..."
The vocalist shuffled over to his nightstand, digging around inside for a moment before retaking his place between her legs with a bottle of lube in hand. Popping open the cap, he squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers, Olive holding her thighs and raising them into a better position. Bracing herself and forcing her muscles to relax, she bit her lip as Nathan smoothed the cold, viscous liquid over her rim with his fingertip, soft and teasing.
"Just, uh. Let me know. If I get too rough or it hurts or something."
"Yup."
With that, he pressed against her, pushing through the resisting ring of muscle and gave a few gentle, easy pumps. Olive's head fell back, eyes fluttering and breath catching at the lovely intrusion, tingles erupting in her lower abdomen and spreading through her. Satisfied with her response, he soon added a second, slipping it in along with the first to a moan of approval, scissoring. Green eyes were glued to her, to where their bodies joined, where he was inside of her.
God, it was still so weird to him, being inside someone, being allowed to play and poke and prod around in someone's body, to make someone scream and cry with just a little touch.
Fucking brutal.
Nathan's gaze on her was heavy, and Olive could sense him watching her, could sense how intensely he was staring as he fingered her, and she blushed hard, feeling herself get wetter. The vocalist grinned at the sight, using his other hand to slip two fingers inside her cunt, alternating the rhythms. The sensation was intense, the full feeling making her toes curl, and she bit the back of her hand to ground herself, eyes rolling back as he pressed and massaged both sets of fingers to the fleshy wall dividing them.
"Fuck, Nathan, fuck!"
That was all the encouragement he needed to add a third finger to her ass, wiggling them around to stretch her further, the ones in her cunt curling up and pressing into a soft spot that made her see stars. A full body shiver wracked her, and she felt herself teter on the edge, burying her face in her hands as she fell into another orgasm, sobbing out moans and a string of unintelligible curses and sounds. Nathan fingered her gently through until her breathing calm, tenseness leaving her body, and reluctantly removed himself from her holes, already missing the feel of her clenching down around him.
Scooting closer, he positioned himself between her legs, teasing over her lower lips to wet his cockhead as she caught her breath.
"You ready?"
"Y-yeah."
Her voice was deep and raw and fully fucked out, and Nathan felt his cock throb at the sound of it. Nodding, he liberally coated his member with lube, squeezing some directly onto her skin and smearing it over her hole for good measure. Hands coming to rest on her thighs, he slid the tip down, his head slowly breaching her rim as Olive breathed out a moan. Sucking in a breath, he began to thrust with slow, shallow movements, easing his way into her soft heat.
God, she was so fucking tight .
Shuddering a bit, Nathan had to pause his hips, forcing his breathing to steady, fighting back the urge to cum already. Olive whined and rolled her hips up into him, feeling achingly empty since he had removed his fingers, and he had to press down hard on her thighs to hold her still.
"Just. Give me a second. Fuck…"
Olive hummed, reaching down and tracing her fingertips over where their bodies joined.
"Do I feel that good?"
Nathan only grunted in reply, the rush of an early orgasm finally dying down, and began shoving into her once more. Each slow thrust went deeper, stretched her further around him, and Olive took a breath and let her body relax, rubbing over her clit.
"Oh my god, Nathan…"
Olive shuddered, eyebrows knitting as his cock stretched her deep, biting her lip and grabbing his forearm for support as the pleasured surged. Nathan faltered in his movements, mistaking her expression for one of pain.
"Am I hurting you?"
Olive cracked open her eyes and blinked up at him, his words taking a moment to register.
"Huh? Oh, no. Fuck, no, please dont stop."
"Ok. Let me know if I do."
"Mmhm."
The pace he kept was slow, infuriatingly so, as he drove into her, just enough to make her want more. He was definitely afraid of hurting her. It was so sweet, but…
It wasn't nearly enough.
"Harder~"
Nathan grunted, looking up at her from beneath his brow, hair shadowing his face.
"You sure?"
"God, fuck, yes. Please."
"Ok," his cock popped out of her, and the room span as Olive allowed herself to be flipped to her hands and knees, "let me know if I get too rough."
"Not possible."
Olive glanced ahead of her, biting her lip as she realized they were in the perfect position to watch their actions in the mirror, pussy twitching at the prospect of getting a full view of Nathan Explosion fucking her. He grunted, deep and rumbling as he lined himself back up, rubbing the head of his cock slow and teasing against her.
"Right. Still. We should, uh, pick a word. Or something."
"Don't need to."
Nathan's eyes flicked to her in the mirror, so fucking bright even in the dim light of his room, and furrowed his brow, stalling his movements.
"But what if I hurt you?"
"That's kind of the point, isn't it?" Olive rolled her hips back, letting out a breathy moan as she sheathed his head in her achingly empty ass, "Look, man, you're not going to break me. I'm stronger than you, I can stop you if I need to."
Nathan gripped her hips, still marvelling at how tiny she looked in his hands, not really sure this was a good idea but not wanting to fight her on it.
"Fine. Whatever."
Hips snapped into hers, her mouth dropping open in a gratified moan as Nathan grunted behind her.
His pace was still slow, but deep and powerful, those huge hands almost bruising in their grip on her, and Olive shuddered. Sliding her arms out in front of her, she arched her back and pressed her chest to the bed, Nathan grunting behind her at the new angle. Groping at her ass, he spread her cheeks to get a better view of his cock sliding into her, admiring the way she gripped onto him.
"God, you're so... fucking..." he withdrew almost completely, then snapped his hips back into hers, making her legs shake as she balled the sheet in her fists, "tight."
Nathan grabbed roughly at her ass, itching to slap the jiggling flesh, "So you want it rough, huh?"
At her breathy little moan of affirmation, Nathan grinned, rearing his hand back and bringing it down harshly on her rear. Olive yelped, surprised, jumping a little, but hummed in gratification as the sting set in and turned her head to blink up at Nathan with sultry bedroom eyes.
"You like that?"
She just nodded, and Nathan landed another hard slap on the same cheek. Olive bunched the blanket in her fists, bouncing herself on his cock as her clit throbbed with the pain, whining when he pulled her back roughly to bury his dick deep inside her, panting at the delicious full feeling.
"Say it."
"Yes..."
Another smack, this one harder, the sound echoing in his large room.
"Louder! "
"Yes, daddy!"
Both froze, eyes widened, and Olive slapped a hand over her mouth as Nathan's cock throbbed inside her.
Oops.
The surprise on Nathan's face quickly melted away to a look of erotic smugness, his hands running up her back, slow and purposeful, finding purchase on her shoulders.
"Yeah? That what you're into?"
Nodding, Olive flushed and bit her lip, not having meant to let that kink slip without discussing it first, "Y-yeah."
Nathan tightened his grip on her shoulders, bracing her, and gave a deep, strong thrust, her eyes screwing shut, "Yeah? You wanna take daddy's cock like a good little slut?"
Oh, thank fuck he's into it.
"Ah… please wreck my ass, daddy."
Nathan growled, deep and gutteral, using the grip on her shoulders as leverage, and began to fuck into her hard and rough, pressing her torso down into the mattress and throwing his weight into his hips, his long hair tickling over her shoulders. Olive bit the sheet as a string of moans tore from her throat- his cock was so thick, so lengthy, hit spots inside of her so deep and rarely touched that she was nearly in tears from the stimulation, kicking her feet a bit at the overwhelming pleasure.
The fast pace of his forceful thrusts coupled with his strong hands pinning her down was enough to quickly send Olive barreling into another orgasm, raising her face from the mattress to moan loudly, toes curling and thighs quivering as her pussy clenched around nothing.
Nathan hummed as he felt her contractions, trailing his fingers up her throat and over her jaw, her lips parting and tongue coming forward to eagerly welcome the digits into her mouth, sucking at them with desperation.
Voice rough with arousal, Nathan growled out a good girl, his praise making her quiver and clench around him. Shuddering, he slowed his hips to a stop, breathing deep, not quite ready to cum yet. Olive whined at the loss of friction, rolling her hips back to chase his cock. Nathan quickly shoved down on her lower back to pin her to the bed again, dick slipping out of her. Olive whined louder as she was left empty and gaping.
"Nathaaaaaan…"
"Shut up. Gimme a sec."
She 'humph'ed immaturely, wiggling her hips.
"Pleeeease…"
Nathan growled, bringing his hand down on her reddened ass again, "Don't be a brat."
Olive squealed, arching her back and lifting her ass up, Nathan seeing her reflection in the mirror as she grinned big to herself.
"...you're trying to get me to hit you more."
Olive bit her lip coyly, meeting his gaze in the mirror, "maybeee~"
He landed another smack, watching her mouth fall open in a moan, smoothing his hand over her cheek to soothe the sting.
"You could've just asked."
"Mm, but that's not as fun…"
Nathan laughed, shaking his head, reaching up to snag a few pillows from the head of his bed and lifted her hips and shove a couple under, sliding one under her chest as well. Olive immediately wrapped her arms around it and cuddled it to her chest, pressing her cheek against it and smiling contentedly.
A rush of affection came over him at the action, and he felt his cheeks heat, bringing his hand up to cover his face.
Fuck, that's adorable .
"You're lucky you're so cute,"
She smiled back at him, shivering in anticipation as his large hand splayed over her lower back, tracing over the lines of a tattoo.
"Ready?"
"Mmhm."
Smack after smack proceeded to land on her ass, alternating cheeks, and Olive fought her instinct to flinch away, squirming as her skin became more and more sore, throbbing and stinging more with each hit. The pain was going directly to her core, wetness beginning to drip and smear down her thighs. She hadn't been instructed to count, but she was anyway, and at number seventeen a particularly harsh slap landed directly on another welt, and Olive had to bury her face into the pillow as she howled, shaking. Nathan immediately halted, lightly running his fingertips over the area.
"Shit, you ok? Was that too much?"
Olive took a breath, quivering, and swallowed hard, her voice shaky, "God, fuck . Please, please don't stop."
Nathan hesitated, unsure despite her encouragement, "...are you sure? That seemed like it hurt."
Olive whined, lifting her hips up toward him, "Please, Nathan, I'm so wet for you… Please..."
A hand slid between her thighs to check, rubbing over her drenched folds and circling over her clit, Olive crying out into the pillow and kicking her feet at the blessed attention.
"Fuckfuck fuck..! Nathan oh my god please!"
Grinning, he pressed his hand flat against her and rubbed, providing much needed friction to her neglected cunt.
"I thought you wanted me to spank you more? Now you want me to finger you?"
Olive whined as he slipped two fingers into her, curling up and massaging her insides, and she rolled her hips back into his hand.
"Which is it? Tell me what you want, slut."
All she could manage was another whine as his fingers picked up pace, his thumb finding her clit.
"What, nothing to say? Huh. Where's that smart mouth and big brain at now?" Nathan laughed, his fingers becoming brutal, rocking her body with the force, "Guess even the smartest bitch can turn into a dumb little cumslut."
Olive keened, the degradation just what she needed to hear to send her over the edge, vision whiting out and fire burning through her veins as she tightened around his fingers, half-crying half-moaning into the pillow, mind blanking out in the euphoria. Nathan fingered her through the orgasm, cock rock hard and throbbing as he watched her lose herself under him, landing a harsh smack to her pussy as he withdrew, his blood pumping as she cried out at the hit to her oversensitive folds.
He was ready to fully and thoroughly wreck her now.
Snatching up the bottle of lube, Nathan coated his cock sloppily, bending her back to a good position and gripped her hips, rubbing his dickhead teasingly over her still loose asshole.
"Ready for daddy to fuck you, baby?"
Olive's mind was still drifting in a fog of bliss, but those words managed to cut through and she nodded.
"Say it."
Whining, she struggled to remember how to speak, but finally managed out a strained yes, daddy through the haze.
With that, he slid in, spreading her red cheeks and pushing deep until he was fully sheathed inside, his balls resting against her still throbbing pussy. Nathan took a breath, taking a moment to just appreciate the incredible feeling of being inside her. Only a few seconds passed before Olive began to squirm again, and Nathan rolled his eyes, spanking her hard once on each cheek.
"You're so fucking impatient. God."
A wonderful thought occurred to him then.
"Yeah… you want it so bad, go ahead."
"Huh?"
"You wanna fuck me so bad, do it. Fuck yourself on my cock."
Olive groaned, already so tired and sore, but fuck, he still hadn't cum yet, so she braced herself on her forearms and began to rock her hips back into him, eyes rolling back at the deliciously full sensation each time she took him to the hilt.
"Fuck…"
Nathan placed a hand on her lower back and rubbed affectionately over her skin, idly tracing out the shape of a tattoo, biting his lip as she began to get more into it. Gradually she began rolling her hips into him with more speed until she was bouncing herself on his cock.
Fuck, she was so close again already, but her clit was throbbing, cunt and ass aching, and she was half afraid to cum again with how overstimulated she was.
But she knew the pain of it would feel so, so good.
Body beginning to tingle, Olive took him in all the way, grinding back on him hard. Nathan growled deep and low, and she shivered at the sound, though her hips began to falter as her tired, used body began to give out.
Tears of frustration dotted her eyes, and she whined, dropping back down onto the bed in defeat.
"Nathaaan, please help…"
The vocalist grinned, taking pity on her pitiful, fucked out state. Nathan's hand gripped around her throat, pulling her back until her shoulders touched his chest, cock thrusting slow and deep inside her. His other hand slid around her body to play with her clit, and she cried out, sensitive and overstimulated, her pussy throbbing and burning.
But, fuck, it hurt so good.
"You're gonna cum for me again."
She choked on a sob, eyes screwed shut, "I- I can't."
Nathan pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, growling in her ear, "open your fucking eyes."
Olive whimpered, but did as she was bade, cracking her eyes open to meet his gaze in the mirror.
"Look at yourself."
Obediently, she followed his command, and, oh, god, he was so much bigger than her, his hands so large on her small frame where he groped at her throat and cunt. She looked absolutely ruined at this point, sweaty hair sticking to her face, mascara running, face deep red and eyes glazed, lips and nipples swollen.
"Look how beautiful you are."
His words were shockingly sweet, and Olive practically swooned at the praise.
"Fuck…"
Gulping, she leaned her head back to rest against him, panting hard, trying her best to focus her pleasure blurred vision on his eyes as he looked down at her, dark hair curtaining his face and tickling at her cheeks. A wave of pride went through him at her flushed, blitzed out expression, and Nathan released his hold on her throat to caress her burning cheeks, running his thumb over her reddened lips, his voice soft but commanding as she stuck out her tongue for him to fondle.
"You're gonna cum for me again, angel."
The pet name filled her with giddiness, but still she began to shake her head, not sure she could take it. Nathan gently but firmly grabbed her jaw, holding her head still.
"Yes. You are. We'll stay like this all night if we have to," his grip tightened, fingers of his other hand slipping inside her achingly empty cunt, "you're gonna cum for me like the good little whore you are" his hand went back to her throat, gripping harder, squeezing just right on the sides, making her vision swim, his voice darkening again "or I'm gonna rip your fucking throat out."
Nathan watched her face closely, hoping he hadn't gone too far, but felt her clench around him, a new wave of wetness dripping down his fingers, her eyelids fluttering as she smiled big, the biggest he had ever seen from her, and he grinned.
"Wow. You like that? Thinking about me tearing you apart?" he eased up on her throat, not wanting to actually knock her out, and curled his fingers to press up into her gspot, "Fuck. That's so hot."
All sorts of bloody, violent fantasies were running through her mind, and she humped into his hand, shuddering as it moved his cock inside her aching ass.
Normally, Olive would never voice these thoughts, these sick, gorey fantasies for fear of thoroughly freaking out her partners.
But this was Nathan Explosion, and he had just threatened to rip her throat out.
She knew he'd understand.
"Yeah… bite my fucking throat out, daddy," she guided his fingers to trace her exterior jugular, "Cut me open, use my blood as lube, fuck me while I bleed out.."
Nathan's eyes widened, shocked at the violence coming from her mouth, her words going straight to his cock.
"Jesus, Olive…"
A jolt of insecurity briefly shot through her, mistaking his words for repulsion, and she quickly backtracked.
"Sorry, that was too much, I didn't mea-"
"No, no. That's so fucking hot."
No one had ever played into his gore fantasies like this before, and it gave him a strange, conflicting urge to both wreck her and protect her from any harm.
Swallowing hard, he pulled out, grabbing her waist and flipped her over, once again marveling at how little she looked in his hands. A moment was taken for him to adjust the pillows, propping her hips up as all sorts of violent, blood filled images of her danced across his vision.
Fingers were back on her jugular, and Nathan pictured her skin smeared in red, his blood pumping harder at the thought.
"You'd look fucking amazing covered in blood."
Olive grinned, a little creepy and a little unhinged as Nathan trailed his fingers along her jaw, heart beating erratically, "I do look amazing covered in blood."
Dark eyes shot to the side, and Nathan followed her line of sight, brows furrowing. Her dagger lay just a few feet from them on the bed, carelessly tossed out of sight in the flurry to undress.
"Wanna see?"
Nathan gulped, hesitant. Fantasizing about this kind of stuff was cool, but… this was dangerous.
"Uh…"
Olive just grinned up at him, that unsettling twinkle still in her eyes, reaching over and snatching the knife out of it's holster.
"Uh. W-what are you doing?"
A strange mix of emotions tumbled around in his brain, fear and arousal and concern and excitement, that scary, violent urge for blood that he tried so hard to keep buried down swelling as she teasingly ran the flat side of the dagger down her chest, just enough friction from the sharp tip to make a soft red line, skin irritated but not broken. Blinking up at him with hooded eyes, pupils blown wide, Olive licked her lips slowly, face on fire with arousal, hoping he wouldn't make her stop.
"Do you wanna see my blood?"
Nathan wanted to say no. He should say no. But as he opened his mouth to tell her this was too dangerous, that she was gonna get hurt, all that came out was a breathy yes.
Breath hitching at his consent, Olive flipped the knife in her hand, bringing the tip to her chest just over her breast, dragging with a light pressure, the sharpened edge burning across her skin. Eyes fluttering in pleasured pain, she moaned, biting her lip and squirming her hips as her body erupted in a wave of tingles that settled in her lower stomach.
Nathan watched her movements with wide eyes, switching between the blood pebbling up in the wake of the metal and her flushed, pleasure filled face. Satisfied with the length of the shallow cut, Olive held Nathan's eyes as she brought the dagger up, tongue coming out to greet the metal as she slowly, erotically licked off her blood.
Nathan gulped, mouth having gone dry at the display, heart thumping so loudly he was sure she could hear it.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck!
Biting her lip coyly, she fingered lightly over the wound, coating her fingertips and smearing red on her skin, lifting the digits up in offering.
"I'm clean, if you want a taste."
He nodded, wide eyed, parting his lips as she pressed her fingers into his mouth, eyes falling closed as he curled his tongue around them, so turned on by the tangy, coppery taste filling his mouth that he was almost afraid.
Almost.
He released her fingers with a pop, his cock so hard he feared it would burst if touched. Green eyes stared down at her, zeroing in on the blood, licking his lips.
He wanted more.
"Go ahead."
That was all the encouragement he needed, his tongue immediately lapping at the wound, Olive whining and tangling her hands in his hair at the warm sting, hooking her leg over him and desperately rolling her hips against his thigh, aching to be filled.
She needed him inside her now. Nathan was staring up at her from under his brow, tongue stained red with her blood where it pressed to her skin, and she gripped the roots of his hair hard, yanking his face up to hers and shoving their mouths together in a rough semblance of a kiss. Nathan's eyes were wild, dark, pupils blown so wide she could barely make out the ring of green surrounding them as she pressed their foreheads together.
"Fuck me. Now."
Nathan growled at the command, guttural and animalistic and hungry, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he yanked her back onto his cock, Olive screaming a moan as he buried himself deep and thrust hard and wild.
Fuck, he was gonna cum, he was so fucking close, but he still wanted her to cum again.
Slowing his hips, Nathan breathed deep and labored, then shoved her legs up until her knees touched her chin, her arms wrapping around her calves to hold them in place.
"I'm gonna make you cum, and then I'm gonna fill up this pretty little ass."
Olive nearly came at his words, nodding and bracing herself, practically moaning out her words, "Yes, sir."
Nathan couldn't resist the urge to land another slap to the tender, raw skin of her ass cheeks, and gave one last one to her swollen cunt for good measure, enjoying how she cried out in pained pleasure, wiggling her hips for more. He lined himself up, sliding his head back in, and ran his hands soothingly over her thighs.
"Good girl."
With that he began to thrust into her full force, targeted and purposeful, Olive's mouth falling open in a silent scream, head dropping back onto the pillow as he fucked her into the mattress. His thrusts were powerful and brutal and merciless, a primal grunt or growl leaving him with each snap of his hips, obscene squelching noises filling the room as he impaled her ass time and again.
Olive found herself quickly careening toward the edge, nerves burning and clit throbbing with the excruciating pleasure of another forced orgasm. It hit her hard, this one, and she sobbed a moan as the waves pulsed through her body, toes curling and legs trembling, every inch of her tingling and aflame with bliss as Nathan gave her no mercy, continuing to fuck her hard as she convulsed on his cock.
Nathan wasn't far behind, the sight of her muscles contracting, the feel of her warm, squishy insides bearing down around his cock coupled with her sweet cries too much for him to resist. Some primal part of his brain screamed at him to pull out and bury himself deep in her pussy, shoot his seed into her womb and fill her to the brim with his cum until she overflowed, until he knew for a fact that he'd successfully bred her, fully claimed her as his.
But, luckily, Nathan was smart enough to know to never listen to that stupid, irrational part of his mind, though he allowed himself to enjoy the fantasies it provided, the mental image of both her holes quivering and dripping with his cum.
That was enough to send him over the edge. Giving only three more hard pumps into her, he stilled, shuddering, dick throbbing and stars blooming in his eyes as he shot her tight little ass full of his cum. Panting, he pulled out of her with a small whimper of his own, cockhead oversensitive in the wake of that intense rush. Olive finally released her stiff legs, her toes having gone numb from the position, and let her calves fall, thighs spreading to the side, staring up at him with pleasure clouded eyes as her mind swam on the edges of subspace.
Holy shit, Nathan was gorgeous.
It was a shame, no, a fucking crime that she didn't have a camera right now. But, no, that still wouldn't do him justice, couldn't capture the awe inspiring sight of him naked and panting and powerful and glowing with bliss.
Fuck. Someone should paint this.
On her ceiling.
Over her bed.
Fuck.
Nathan cracked his eyes open once he felt his vision was steady, grinning satisfied and lazy, and ran his hands over her thighs.
"You're fucking. Incredible."
Olive beamed lazily at him, placing her hands on his own, heart thumping as he laced their fingers together.
"No, you."
Nathan laughed, light and airy, squeezing her hands, giddy with the post-coital high.
"No, you."
"We can agree to disagree."
He gave another breathy laugh, releasing her hands to push his sweaty, tangled hair out of his face, taking in the sight of her, mumbling out a fuck as he noticed his cum dripping out. Olive followed his line of sight, smiling mischievously and biting her lip coyly as she slid her hand down, catching the trail of jizz on one her fingertips and pressing it back inside of herself. Whimpering, she pumped the digit inside herself a couple times before bringing it to her lips, staring down Nathan's wide eyes as she popped it into her mouth to taste him, humming eroticly.
"Cum in my mouth next time, ok?"
Nathan's jaw dropped, eyes wide as saucers, and Olive giggled, raising her foot to gently push up his chin and close his gaping mouth. He gulped, instinctively holding onto her ankle as she traced down his throat with her toes.
"...holy shit… "
Olive laughed hard at that.
"You're so cute."
Nathan blushed, managing to mumble out a thanks .
Still laughing a bit, she planted her foot on his chest and pushed. Nathan smiled and let himself fall back onto the bed with little resistance, plopping down and crossing his arms under his head, body tingling and light as he closed his eyes and basked. Olive drug herself over to him with effort, muscles sore and drained, lying on her back beside him and letting out a deep, content sigh, a big, stupid grin stuck on her face.
They lay like that for a while, so long that Olive began to drift off, mind floating and hovering on the line of subspace. Finally, Nathan stirred, the chill temperature at which he kept his room starting to get to him, and sat up to snatch a blanket, pulling it up over them as he settled back down.
Nathan let himself stare at her face for a bit, affection and fondness pumping heavy through his veins with every beat of his heart, and he had to resist the urge to blurt out an I love you.
He didn't love her, not like that, at least, and girls always took it in the most extreme way.
But, man, she was so hot, and so brutal, and so weird.
He wanted to ask her out.
But he couldn't.
Pickles may not admit it, but Nathan knew, could see it on the drummer's face and in his eyes and in his smile every time he looked at Olive that the dude had it bad for her.
And it wasn't just him.
Skwisgaar, who hadn't slept with the same girl more than once since before Dethklok blew up, was hooking up with Olive multiple times a week now.
Murderface, who they were all convinced was fully and undeniably in the closet, stared at her with hearts in his eyes, blatantly lovestruck.
And Toki's developing crush had been glaringly obvious for weeks now.
If it were just one of his bandmates to contend with, Nathan would probably take the risk of pissing them off, confident in his ability to patch things over with any one of them. But all four? There would be no coming back from that.
So no dating.
But…
He was definitely going to fuck her again.
Often.
Nathan let his eyes roam, trailing down to her neck, and a sharp pang of guilt shot through him, his stomach turning at the bruise already beginning to form on her throat.
"Shit, hey…"
Reaching over, he paused an inch away from her skin, afraid to touch her and cause further damage, the adrenaline from their intense fuck fading fast and leaving him feeling empty and shaky, the severity of his actions dawning on him.
"God. Fuck. Jesus. I- Fuck…"
Olive blinked her eyes open, struggling a bit to focus, brain lagging as she repeated his words in her mind, blissful smile fading.
"Huh? Wh…" Olive shook her head to clear her vision, reluctant to lose the floating relaxation of subspace, but sensing Nathan's distress, she willed her mind to start working again, turning to face him, "...what?"
"You… your neck. I bruised you."
Olive blinked dumbly at him, waiting for her brain to process his words, eyes widening as it finally clicked.
"Oh! Yeah," she waved a hand in dismissal, "I bruise really easily. It's cool, I'll just wear turtlenecks for a few days."
Troubled green eyes found hers, his face twisted in guilt, and he shook his head, "No, no. It's not. Not okay. I shouldn't have- I got too carried away, and now you're- I hurt you…"
Olive blinked again, taken aback by his shift in mood.
"Nathan. Hey. I wanted you to hurt me."
"I- I know, but. Like. I actually hurt you. Like not in just a hot way."
Nathan rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as his throat tightened, shame at his actions searing hot through him, chiding himself for getting caught up in the moment and taking things so far. He should have stopped when she wouldn't choose a safeword. But he didn't, and now she was hurt.
He didn't want to hurt her.
He didn't want to hurt anyone, not really. Gore was fun, fascinating, mesmerizing , even- but to be the one causing it… Nathan had mixed feelings. There was no denying that he enjoyed it, loved the rush of adrenaline and power he felt when breaking someone's nose or punching some asshole's teeth out, being able to control someone. But he always felt so… gross afterwards.
How could something make him feel so good in the moment but so bad after?
It was so fucked up.
"Nathan, hey, come on," with effort, Olive rolled her jellified body, shimmying her way to press against Nathan's side, wrapping her arm around his chest to rest her hand on his shoulder, "that was amazing! Don't feel bad."
"But-" he began to shake his head in protest, but Olive cut him off, speaking softly and honestly.
"Nathan, dude, really. It's ok. I'm ok. That was just what I needed."
Nathan swallowed, her assurance helping to ease the tight guilt in his chest.
But...
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why- why would you need to be hurt?"
Olive hesitated.
What a fucking minefield of a question.
Absentmindedly, she began to play with the vocalist's hair, letting the thick, silky strands glide through her fingers, gently working out any tangles she came across as she contemplated how to go about answering this.
"Well… I mean... it feels good. And… it's nice to let someone else be in control, to turn my brain off and not have to think."
Nathan shifted for her to rest her head on his bicep, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Furrowing his brows, he mulled over her words.
"Why would you not want to think? You, you know, you like it, right? Thinking about, uh… things. Science and stuff."
"Well, yeah, I mean, if I have something to focus on, sure. But…"
Olive sighed, wrapping her sore legs around one of his, debating if she should even get into this, but decided it might help him to know at least a little.
"I- a lot of bad things have happened to me. Have been done to me. Things that I-" she swallowed, detaching herself from the emotions creeping up her throat, "things that I sometimes can't get out of my head. So… my thoughts aren't usually very pleasant."
"Oh… that's- oh." Nathan didn't know what to say.
"And… it's like, sometimes… sometimes I feel like my body isn't mine. So being able to make the decision to let someone I trust hurt me is… I don't know, cathartic, I guess? It's like I'm taking control back over my own body, if that makes sense. It's hard to explain."
Nathan was quiet, but seemed a little less tense now, his large, warm hand splaying over her shoulder blade as he considered her reasoning.
"No, it's- that, uh, makes sense. I guess. Like I could see that helping, or whatever."
"Yeah."
"I. Uh… thanks. For, you know. Uh. Trusting me."
"You've never given me a reason not to."
"I guess…" Nathan trailed off, shifting a bit, seeming like he had more to say, but was hesitant to get the words out.
"It's ok, if you want to talk."
"I… people are just, uh. You know. Scared of me, a lot. It's just… nice. That you're not."
Olive laughed.
"Well, yeah. I can kick your ass blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. No reason to be scared."
Nathan snorted, "Don't get too cocky. I literally just bruised the shit out of you."
"Yeah. And you feel like crap over it. Not exactly intimidating, sorry."
He grunted, grumbling something under his breath, turning his face to the side so she wouldn't see his blush. Olive giggled at his reaction, letting out a content sigh, free to relax now that Nathan had leveled out.
"Hey."
"Hm?"
"You… you'd tell me, if I ever did something that hurt you, right? Like, really hurt you. You'd tell me?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Yeah. Good. Cool. And, uh..." he exhaled through his nose and turned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, giving her a soft, gentle squeeze, his voice quiet, almost as if he was embarrassed to say it, "I'm sorry you've been hurt."
Olive felt herself tear up, overcome with the sweet, innocent sentiment. Swallowing thickly, she squeezed him back, and allowed him to pull her on top of him as he laid on his back, melting into him.
Fuck, he was really comfortable to lay on.
"Thanks, Nathan. You're a sweet guy."
A deep grunt was his only reply.
Olive was sore .
Her ass hurt, her neck hurt, her legs hurt, her hips hurt, her back hurt, her pussy hurt.
Overnight, her neck and ass had darkened to a splotchy mix of purple and red, too pigmented to even attempt to cover with makeup. And so as she readied for the day, she yanked on a black cropped turtleneck, choosing a pair of boyshorts to go under her grey skirt just in case an unfortunate draft or slip exposed her skin to the world.
As she went to begin the trek to breakfast, a Klokateer knocked on her door with a delivery, Muderface trailing behind the large man and eyeing the even larger shipping crate, inviting himself in.
"Jezusch, what'd you order?"
Olive was practically vibrating with excitement, knowing exactly what lay in wait beneath the wood
My babies.
Anxiously waiting as the behemoth of a man pried open the lid for her with a crowbar, she motioned the bassist over to get a better look.
"Nothing, just sent for some of my things."
The lid cracked off, and the man gave a silent word of dismissal before retreating from her room, Olive thanking him on his way out. Murderface was peeping over her shoulder as she stood on her tiptoes to dig into the styrofoam packing beans, eyes going wide when she pulled out a katana.
"Whoah, you have more swordsch?"
Olive turned to him and beamed, "Oh, dude, you don't even know."
Murderface observed with excitement akin to a kid in a candy store as she proceeded to pull weapon after weapon from the crate, oohing and aahing as she removed each and spread them out on her bed. Katanas, short swords, nunchucks, shuriken, daggers, sickles, kamas, and staffs soon cluttered the space around him. Reaching out, Murderface plucked up a silver and black object, eyes squinting in confusion as it fell open.
"Whatsch with the fan?"
Olive grinned, taking it from his hand, "It's a kung fu fan. It's used for fighting."
"How the fuck do you fight with a fan?"
"Come here, I'll show you," at his hesitance, Olive smirked, offering him a hand to help him up, "Oh, come on. I won't actually go through with any of the moves. Just a demonstration."
Murderface grumbled something unintelligible, but accepted her hand, stumbling a bit as she hoisted him up with ease.
"Ok, so, just looks like your typical fan, right?"
"Yeah."
Stepping closer, she held the object out so it caught the light, "Well, this is made of steel instead of wood, so it's much heavier. The end can be used for blunt force or gouging."
"Gouging?"
"Yeah! You know, like eyes, or other soft spots with little skeletal protection."
Murderface let out a small huh , his eyes widening as she flicked open the fan with practiced expertise.
"The edges here," she gestured to the tip of the boning, folding back the fabric for a better view, "are sharp for slicing. Step back."
Murderface gulped, but did as she said, putting a few feet between them, adrenaline beginning to pump through his veins despite himself. Logically, he knew she wouldn't hurt him- no girl had ever been even half as nice to him as Olive was, and, afterall, keeping them from harm was literally her job. But that didn't stop some primal part of his brain from screaming to get away from this deadly girl directing a weapon at him.
Olive smiled coyly, sensing his nerves, "Relax, I'll go slow. Now, put your arms up like you're going to hit me."
Murderface nodded, doing just that. Legs bending, Olive moved her arms into some strange stance, shifting smoothly as she spun in attack, movements slow but sure as she brought the edge of the fan in a sweeping motion across his stomach, keeping a few inches back.
"And there go your intestines, if I had actually made contact."
"Whoah…"
Murderface couldn't help but stare. Olive was always so awkward, like she felt out of place in her own body, not sure what to do with herself in any given situation. It's one of the things that made Murderface feel such companionship around her from the start- they were both uncomfortable in their own skin. But when she was fighting? That awkwardness vanished in place of a calm confidence, her movements smooth and sure. Like watching a nature documentary, a snake gliding after it's prey, curling and coiling as it prepared to strike. It was beautiful to watch, graceful and elegant, terrifying but mesmerizing.
And Murderface felt like a fat, disgusting pig in comparison, bumbling even just standing in place. He could never, ever be smooth like that, with his lard stomach and lumpish limbs and lumbering movements. The thought made him feel grotesque, unfit to even stand near her, and he felt his heart drop just a little farther as it drove home that he would never, ever stand a chance with her.
Why would she ever want him? Compared to Nathan's deep voice and large build, to Skwisgaar's good looks and sexual prowess, to Pickles' easy charm and devil-may-care attitude, what was he? He was fat, pudgy where there should be muscle, uncoordinated even with his bass, the thing he was best at. He was a dick, depressing and unpleasant to be around, and he knew it. Why would she ever choose him?
She wouldn't, he knew that.
And it hurt so, so much.
Snapping the fan closed, Olive bounced back into her previous spot, "Pretty cool, huh? Now, kick me."
Murderface blinked at her, taken aback, "Wuh?"
"Kick me."
"You want me to- no way!"
Olive smirked, cocking her hip, skirt swaying in the process, "don't worry, you won't be able to hurt me."
Green eyes trailed from the shifting fabric down over the gap between her thigh high stockings and the hem of her skirt, the bare skin there supple and tempting, and Murderface gulped, fighting back a blush.
What he wouldn't give to have those wrapped around his head.
The guys would sometimes talk about how gross it was, to go down on girls, and how they never did it for groupies, which made sense- some groupies were just gross . Murderface had never been with a girl before, but he'd seen enough porn to get the general idea of the act, and… he didn't think he'd mind, if it was Olive.
Jesus, it really wasn't fair how hot she was. Hot, and smart, and able to kick his ass. She was so far out of his league it was almost funny. Why did she have to wear such short skirts all the time? Why did she have to look at him like that? Was she trying to make him fall for her? If she was, he was sure it was some kind of joke, a bet from one of the guys, and when he ended up in love with her they would all just laugh at him for believing someone like her could like someone like him .
It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened to him.
Murderface felt his cheeks begin to heat despite his best attempts, both from the thought of her sitting on his face and embarrassment at the fact that it would never happen, stammering over his words, "W-well yeah, no schit!"
Wanting this to be over with so he didn't have to keep staring at her, comparing himself to her, he brought his leg up in a slow, half hearted kick. Olive deadpanned.
"Dude. Come on."
Grumbling, he put more force behind this one, Olive bringing the closed fan under his knee to knock his balance off, and he would have fallen flat on his ass if she hadn't swiftly grabbed his arm and righted him all in the same movement. Head spinning a bit, Murderface felt his face get even hotter as she beamed at him, clearing his throat and mourning the loss of her warm hand as she released his arm.
"See? They can be super useful. And they're great for stealth and undercover missions too, since people don't suspect them."
"Y-yeah. That'sch, uh, really cool."
Olive cocked her head, eyes narrowing at his change in demeanor, all the previous excitement gone from his eyes.
"Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Murderface blanched, quickly beelining for the crate and digging into the packaging, unearthing a pair of twin shortswords and focusing all his attention on them as he attempted to brush her off, "Whaddya mean? Nuthin's wrong, just looking at knives."
"You're not a very good liar."
Freezing, the bassist sighed, shoulders hunching. He didn't want to lie to her, but voicing his negative thoughts, his insecurities out loud made them feel so much more real.
His voice was so small, Olive could barely hear him mumble, "It'sch schtupid…"
"I'm sure it's not."
"It isch."
"Well, why don't you tell me and I'll decide if it is or not?"
Green eyes remained trained to the swords in his hands, fiddling with the binding on the handle, "...are you gonna schleep with Toki too?"
Olive's eyes widened, taken aback by the out of field question, "I, um, I mean, maybe? I don't know."
A grunt was his only reply, his heart sinking further at the answer. Toki was the best out of all of them- kind and young and beautiful, with a perfect body and a personality any girl would love.
A personality that he, himself, loved.
Olive was definitely going to sleep with him, too. And then that would leave Murderface as the only one, the kid no one wanted to play with, worse than being picked last because he was never picked at all.
"Why does that matter, though?"
Murderface shrugged noncommittally, "Juscht, you know, wondering if you're gonna schleep with the whole band or not."
"Oh. But that would still leave you, though."
"Huh?"
"It wouldn't be the whole band if I didn't sleep with you, too."
"I- I guessh, but you won't, scho I don't count."
Olive considered his words. It wasn't I don't want to or I don't like women. It was you won't. Thinking back to their conversation a couple weeks ago, Murderface had said she'd slept with half the band after only hooking up with Pickles and Skwisgaar, which she assumed was just him exaggerating as he was wont to do. But now she realized, he really had meant half, because he never considered himself an option.
"Why would you think I wouldn't?"
Murderface snorted, "Oh, pleasche. Don't try to make me feel better, I get it."
"I just don't know why you would assume I would be opposed to sleeping with you."
Turning to her, Murderface put his arms out to the side, scowl on his face, "Look at me. Why would you want to?" dropping his arms, he turned away, "Juscht schtop already. I don't want your pity."
Olive frowned, placing the fan on her desk and cautiously approached him, "Don't be silly."
"'m not."
"Yeah you are. You shouldn't assume what I want without asking first."
"Don't need to aschk when I know the anshwer."
"Do you want to?"
Feigning ignorance, he replied with a simple, "Want to what?"
"To have sex with me."
Murderface stiffened. How could he answer that? If he lied and said no, she'd be offended, but if he told the truth… the inevitable rejection would break his heart.
So he said nothing.
Olive rolled back on her heels, scraping her tongue ring over her teeth. His self depreciation was heartbreaking, but she didn't know what to do to make him feel better, to make him believe her.
"Hey, Murderface?"
He grunted.
"You know I like you, right?"
Another grunt.
Debating for a moment, Olive stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him from behind in a tight hug, and pressed her cheek to his back. He smelled like, well, man, but she would be lying if she said she didn't like it, some primal part of her always rousing at the smell of men's body odor.
Murderface tensed, going rigid at her embrace, mentally panicking. It had been a few days since his last shower, and he knew she could smell his b.o. this close. Why was she still hugging him? She must be holding her breath.
Olive sighed at his silence, his stiff body language, relaxing her grip on him, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
Oh, thank fuck, she was giving him an out!
"Kinda."
Immediately she stepped back, and Murderface mourned the loss of her touch.
"I'm sorry."
"It'sch fine."
Olive clasped her hands behind her back, rocking back on her heels
"We can, you know. If you want to."
"Can what?"
"Have sex."
Murderface scoffed.
"What, so I can be a pity fuck? No thanksch."
"Murderfa-"
"Juscht fucking drop it, ok?"
Olive snapped her mouth shut, wilting as he tossed the swords onto her bed, stomping off towards the door.
"I'm sorry. Please don't go."
"I got schome important schtuff to do, can't juscht hang around here all day."
"Oh…" she gnawed at her bottom lip, regretting even bringing it up.
Murderface paused in the doorway, tapping the side of his fist against the frame, and looked back over his shoulder, "Don't forget to eat breakfascht, ok?"
With that, he turned down the hall, his footsteps echoing as he wandered further away, Olive left standing there with a gross, guilty feeling in her chest.
Had she been too pushy, or was his self esteem really so low?
Sighing, she dug to the bottom of the crate for the mounting materials, stepping back and looking around at the decor on her walls.
Looks like she would be putting these up by herself, afterall.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"...please?"
"No."
Toki pouted, muscular arms crossed on the edge of the hot tub, chin resting atop them as he put on his best puppy dog face. Olive refused to dignify his pleading with a glance.
"Why nots?"
"The reason hasn't changed since the last time you asked."
"But-"
"No."
"Toki, leaves her alones. She ams being de eughh... pooped party-goer."
"Party pooper, that'sch the phrasche."
"Ja, pooping parties, ams whats I said."
"...whatever," the bassist turned around fully to address Olive, "You schould really get in, you know, looschen up a bit, relax a little."
Murderface's mood had drastically improved since their awkward talk this morning- or, at least, he was putting on a good face- and he seemed to be back to his usual self.
Olive rolled her eyes, snapping her book shut dramatically and crossing her arms, patience with their relentless pushiness growing thin. Not once in the time she had been living here had she taken up the offer to join them in their frequent dips in the hot tub, and their persistence in pushing the matter was fraying her nerves.
Murderface grunted at the display, rolling his own eyes back at her.
"You know what your problem isch?"
Olive deadpanned, voice blank, "Please tell me."
"You're too tensche, you don't know how to relax. Scho why don't you juscht chill out, you know, have schome fun for once."
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Olive gave a frustrated sigh, "Guys, for the last time. I. Do. Not. Like. Water. I'm not getting in the hot tub. Stop asking."
"If you hate water scho much, then why were you drinking it earlier?"
Olive blinked at Murderface incredulously, blank faced.
"You don't need me to answer that. Now, if you're all quite finished pressuring me to do something I have been very vocal about not wanting to do, I'll be in my room."
With that she stood, stomping toward the door, "Come get me if one of you drowns and needs to be resuscitated."
The slam of the door echoed off the stone walls, and the members of Dethklok glanced around at each other, all a bit shocked at her sudden bitterness.
"...what'sch got her pantiesch in schuch a twisht?"
Nathan shrugged, "Must be her time of the month or whatever."
Mumbles of agreement bounced around and a new conversation sprung up, but Toki couldn't bring himself to pay attention, his gaze stuck to the door Olive had just stormed out of, a sick feeling in his gut. Turning back to the group, he caught Pickles' eye, the drummer pursing his lips and shrugging.
Something about the way she snapped and stormed off, the panic in her eyes as she turned away, it made the drummer uneasy. Worried. And apparently Toki could sense it too.
But Pickles couldn't be the one to go after her, he was supposed to be distancing himself. He couldn't keep going to comfort her every time she was upset. Holding the guitarist's gaze, he nodded toward the door in a silent suggestion to follow. Nodding back, Toki lifted himself out of the hot tub, water dripping down every crease of his chiseled muscles as he grabbed a towel, and Pickles licked his lips, blushing a bit and training his focus elsewhere.
"Wheres you goinks?"
"Ams bored, gonna go builds a plane."
Skwisgaar scoffed and rolled his eyes, continuing to pluck at his guitar as the others grumbled their acknowledgement, and Pickles felt his worry subside a bit as the Norwegian walked off.
Toki could handle it.
He hoped.
Olive sat at her desk, fiddling around with a few loose parts that were once part of a long forgotten project, needing something to tinker with and occupy her hands as her thoughts raged.
Why did they have to push it? Why couldn't they respect her boundaries? Why did she have to get so upset? Why couldn't she have just had a normal life and normal childhood and not have to worry about overreacting like this? Why wouldn't this fucking screw thread properly?
"Motherfucker!"
Letting out a loud, frustrated ugh! , she threw the small part against the farthest wall, slamming the screwdriver down on her desk and crossing her arms, glaring at the small piece of metal glinting on her floor.
This is so fucking stupid. Fuck.
With nothing to distract herself, the silence of her room soon became oppressive, the hum of electronics ringing in her ears, and her mind wandered despite her efforts to not think about it. Memories of Alastair pushing and pushing and pushing her to be better, to live up to her potential . Never giving her a break, never easing up, testing her every physical limit in the name of his sick training process. Holding her head underwater, shoving her back down each time she managed to come up and gasp in a breath of air, telling her to stay calm and stop panicking, just fight through it and get out, not stopping until she passed out. Then repeating it the next day, and the day after, and the day after.
She could still feel the coldness of the water, the stinging in her eyes and burning in her throat from the screaming and lack of oxygen. Could still hear his cold, emotionless voice.
"Do you think this is good enough? You're not even trying,Minji. Are you just going to let yourself drown?"
Standing abruptly, she stalked over to her bed, plopping down and grabbing a plush to squeeze, curling up in a ball and screwing her eyes closed.
He's not here. No one is going to hurt me. I'm in a safe place.
She took a deep breath and counted down from ten, stomach churning as she tasted the ghost of chlorine in her mouth.
Roughly shaking her head, she hugged the plush tighter as hot tears burned through her eyes, digging her nails into the palms of her hands as the sick grip of anxiety took hold of her chest, fighting to hold herself together.
Breathe. Just breathe. He's not here and I'm safe. No one will hurt me here. Breathe. Breathe.
A knock at her door sent a pit of dread through her, knowing logically that it couldn't possibly be her father on the other side of the door, but fearing it all the same. Olive straightened back up, sniffling and blinking back her tears, nausea swelling as she stood and opened the door.
Toki stood on the other side, wet hair pulled back in a messy bun, and she sighed.
"Man, don't tell me one of you is hurt already? It's only been like twenty minutes..."
The brunette shook his head, smiling softly at her, "Nos. I cames to apolgizacks. Ams sorry I upset ya."
"Oh."
Toki frowned when she didn't accept his apology, rocking back on his heels as his guilt began to form. She looked really upset, like she had been crying, with red eyes that wouldn't meet his, shoulders hunched and sadness dragging down her expression.
"Can I comes in?"
She shrugged and moved to let him in, not necessarily wanting company but also not wanting to be left alone with her thoughts.
Taking the liberty of sitting on the edge of her bed, Toki patted the spot next to him, Olive almost smiling at his presumptuousness but not having it in her to turn her lips up. Sitting rigidly beside him, her stiffness melted as his strong arms wrapped around her, the guitarist pulling her to rest her head against his chest, and she felt the vibration of his voice as he spoke, "Ams really sorrys. Didn't thinks it would be such a bigs deal."
"I know you didn't. But it kind of is," Olive sighed, "Just… respect my boundaries a little more, ok? I shouldn't have to keep telling you no over and over. Once should be enough."
Toki deflated at her words, only now realizing how inconsiderate his actions had been, and hugged her tighter.
"Ams really, really sorrys."
"Yeah," patting his arm, Olive withdrew from him, pushing her hair back out of her face, and frowned at his dejected expression, the sadness not fitting his normally cheery disposition, "Do you wanna, like, watch some cartoons?"
Beaming at her, Toki nodded, all traces of sadness leaving his face as she stood to browse her dvds, though worry was still eating at his mind. He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to upset her further. All he could do was keep getting closer to her and hope that she confided in him.
And, just maybe, he'd be able to confide in her too.
It was ridiculous, honestly, how wet she was right now.
All they were doing, her and Toki, that is, was sitting next to each other on her bed, three episodes deep into Gravity Falls, which she had insisted on watching with him after finding out he had never seen it. As expected, he was utterly enraptured, endlessly amused by Mabel and her bright personality and silly antics.
Olive knew she tended to lean a bit on the hypersexual side, but this was ridiculous- she had just been railed by Nathan last night! Was still sore and aching!
She was was having more sex now than she ever had in her life. Sex with multiple men, multiple talented men. Sex with rock stars. Sex with Dethklok . Skwisgaar and Pickles being fairly regular occurrences now, and she hoped Nathan would be too. She had been fucked more days than not over the past month.
She should be completely and utterly satisfied.
And yet… here she sat with Toki, innocently watching cartoons, flushed and squirming and fighting not to grind the two-headed dragon plush in her lap. As per usual, and as annoying as ever, her sadness had faded into an intense desire for sex. She knew it wasn't healthy, that her brain was just screaming at her for some feel good chemicals, but, fuck, gotta get that dopamine somehow, right?
Luckily(or not, depending on how she looked at it) the guitarist seemed to be paying her no mind, too focused on the screen and shoveling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth to notice Olive's pitiful state. The light of the tv lit him up in blue, sending shadows over his beautiful face and shining eyes as the screen changed from light to dark with the animation.
He was so hot. He was so fucking hot , with his long, silky hair which looked so enticing pulled back to expose his beautiful neck, those icy blue eyes, his cute nose and silly facial hair, the chiseled body Olive knew lay waiting beneath those clothes, and those big, strong hands that had felt so, so good around her throat… But, most importantly, his personality was just as attractive as the rest of him. He was so sweet it hurt sometimes, so genuine and excitable, brimming with happiness and optimism, and unapologetically caring. An animal lover, an attentive listener, with an infectious laugh. He made her feel like a kid, lighthearted and fun, like none of her problems, none of her shitty past mattered when she was around him. Kind of a brat at times, if Olive was being honest; he really, really disliked when things didn't go his way, and was prone to pouting when that happened.
Not much unlike herself, though she didn't want to admit that.
But… beneath all that, beneath all the sunshine and rainbows and kitties, there was something else there. Something really, really tempting, captivating, even. Whatever darkness laid inside him, it called to her. It made her want to do whatever he said when his eyes turned hard and he got that look on his face, like he wanted to control her, to own her, to make her cry- oh, it was enough to drive her insane with need.
Toki wanted her. He had to, with how he looked at her, how his eyes wandered when she wore tight clothes or her skirt rode up, how his hands lingered on her when they touched just a bit longer than necessary, like he didn't want to pull away. Every sign said he wanted to fuck her silly.
So why hadn't he made a move?
Olive was hardly one to believe that the man should always make the first move, but given their fame and being her bosses, she was hesitant. She didn't want any of them to think she was only here to pursue one of them. So, after she had said fuck it, I'll fuck them, she waited and let them come to her. It had all worked out well; none of them thought she was after money, or a groupie, or obsessed with them.
But Toki… In her time living with the band, Olive had never once seen Toki take up a woman on her advances. Hell, he barely ever even talked to the women at their parties, unless one happened to rope him into a topic of conversation he was interested in, which was rare. He was utterly uninterested.
So she was left to wonder- maybe he was more on the demisexual side of the spectrum, or maybe she had been reading him wrong this whole time, and he was gay or asexual and fully uninterested in her. Either way, she didn't ant to make him uncomfortable by coming onto him. He either would try to get with her or he wouldn't. At the very least, he was a great friend.
A gorgeous, strong, panty-ruiningly hot friend.
A friend she wished would do all sorts of depraved things to her.
A friend she masturbated to the thought of.
God. Fuck. She was so fucking horny-
"Olives?"
"Huh?
Toki gave her a coy little grin, eyes sparkling, "You starins."
Blinking, she realized with embarrassment that she had been staring straight at Toki's face for who knows how long. Shaking her head, she gave him a sheepish smile.
"Sorry. I was a million miles away."
"Ams okay. What's ya thinkin' bouts?"
Olive swallowed, Tokis eyes drawn to the light movement of her throat, then back to her face.
"Um, nothing in particular, really. Just, you know... spacing out."
"Hmm…" Toki angled his torso towards her, propping his elbow on her headboard and smiling knowingly, "I don't believe dats. You so smart, ya gotta be thinkins 'bout somet'in."
Olive floundered under his gaze, wracking her mind for a believable excuse, chewing on her bottom lip in thought, "Uh, no, not really."
Toki hummed, cocking his head to the side lightly, those bright blue eyes magnified by the light of the screen, entrancing her and striking all words from her brain. The longer they sat in silence, the larger Toki's smile grew, a strong, warm hand coming up to affectionately caress her cheek, Olive shuddering a bit under his touch. That sweet smile of his morphed into something more devious and teasing at her reaction, his gaze shifting from one of mirthful curiosity to playful desire.
"Olives~"
Mouth going dry at his tone, she swallowed hard, making a soft sound of question.
"Cans I ask you somet'in?"
"Y-yeah. What's up?"
"Does you want Toki to kiss yous?"
Heat flared in her cheeks and she nodded, gulping, goosebumps breaking out over her skin, heart thumping in her chest with that sweet, excited anticipation of the first kiss from a crush. Eyes darkening, Toki smiled with a hint of lasciviousness that made her pussy throb in need before he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to hers, the tender action not at all matching the lust in his eyes. Toki kept the kiss sweet and chaste, pulling back just for a moment to gauge her reaction, grinning at her flushed, dazed expression.
Leaning in again, his hand came up to hold the base of her skull in a dominant gesture that made Olive melt as he deepened the kiss, letting out a breathy little ah and feeling herself slip towards submission. Toki chuckled into her mouth, seeming to sense the change of atmosphere, nipping at her bottom lip and slipping his tongue in to curl and dance with hers, surprising her with how good of a kisser he was. Slowly, the kiss was becoming hotter, heavier, and Toki eased her down onto her back, lacing their fingers together and pinning her hands to the bed as he settled between her legs, her skirt bunching up in the process, his lips trailing over her jaw.
Olive shuddered as he mouthed over a sensitive spot under her ear, whimpering and turning her head to the side to give him better access. She felt Toki smile against her skin, and he shifted her wrists together, one large hand easily encompassing both as his free one came to firmly grip her jaw, holding her in place as he nipped at the spot. She whined, squirming a bit as he latched on and began sucking a hickey, the sensation tickling and sending a hot wave of arousal through her, almost too intense to bear.
Suddenly, blessedly, there was pressure between her thighs, Toki having bent his leg and pressed his knee up between them for friction.
God, fuck, he was a fucking angel .
Panting heavily, Olive shakily rolled her hips up, grinding against his thigh in way she hoped didn't seem too desperate, though she knew he could probably tell the thin cotton of her panties had been long soaked through. Toki hummed, pressing up harder against her as he mouthed his way up to her ear, his breath hot and heavy as he nearly purred, "Cans feel how wet yous am."
Heat flared to her face as Toki leaned back a bit, his eyes so, so bright, grinning at the state of her. She was positive that he was about to fuck the life out of her, and then-
-then a loud noise came from the television, Toki's attention straying, eyes widening and losing all sign of arousal as he realized how much of the show he had missed.
"Oh nos, I'ms totally lost now. Where ams the remote? I needs to go back."
Olive blinked up at him incredulously, lust fogged brain struggling to make sense of the sudden switch in his demeanor.
"Uh… the controller, it's over here," she pointed above her head to her nightstand, and Toki hummed in appreciation, leaning over to grab the controller, quickly backtracking the episode and shifting to lean back against the pillows propped against her headboard once more. When Olive didn't follow, still lying there shell shocked, Toki gave her a smile, eyes straying briefly to where her skirt was still bunched around her hips, thighs spread, wet spot on her panties fully visible.
His eyes flashed dark with desire, and Olive could see the muscles in his jaw tense. He closed his eyes, only for a moment, the look gone when he reopened them, replaced with his usual playful happiness.
"Yous gonna watche it with mes?"
What?
She blinked at him, more than confused, "I- you- but we were..?"
Toki offered a hand to help her up, and he pulled her back into a sitting position, Olive crossing her legs and wringing her skirt with a look of mild distress on her face.
Had she done something wrong?
Seeing her expression, Toki smiled sweetly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips, tucking her hair behind her ear affectionately.
"Yous a reals good kisser, Olives. But we shouldn'ts rush things, ja?"
Blinking at him in surprise, she nodded, "Y-yeah, ok…"
Shuffling back in place beside him, Olive struggled to wrap her head around what had just happened. It was sweet that he wanted to go a little slower, and she would definitely respect his wishes and not push it, but…
God damn it, she was so fucking horny she could have gotten off on his thigh!
Another hour passed with Olive still stewing in sexual frustration, trying to stay present and pay attention to the show, but her mind was running rampant with explicit fantasies about Toki's mouth on hers, him using those strong hands to hold her down as he groped and played with her body, looking at her with that devilish gleam in his eyes.
God, why did he have to tease me like that?
As the episode came to an end, Toki yawned dramatically, stretching his arms above his head with a content sigh and turned to her.
"Is gonna go to bed now, ams real tired. I'll sees ya tomorrow!"
With that, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, whispering a soft goods night as he pulled away.
"Yeah, good night."
Toki stepped into the hall, shutting her door behind him and headed off to his room, the feel of Olive's lips still tingling on his, images of her flushed face as she lay under him at the front of his mind.
God, he wanted her so bad. The way she had submitted to him so easily, let him take control so fast, it made him want to do so many things to her. He wanted to make her beg and scream and cry, to tie her up and tease her until she broke, to shove her face into the mattress and fuck her so hard she would be sore for days.
And that was exactly why he stopped.
If he had given in and slept with Olive tonight, he wouldn't have been able to control his aggressive urges, wouldn't have been able to resist bending and testing her limits, and it wouldn't be right to treat her like that after she had been so upset earlier. She had asked him to respect her boundaries more, and fucking her hard and violent and controlling after he had just made her cry definitely wasn't a step in the right direction.
Sighing in frustration, Toki ran a hand over his hair to smooth down loose strands, turning a corner and smacking right into Skwisgaar.
"Jesus, Toki, watch wheres you am goinks!"
Shaking it off, Toki gave an apologetic smile, "Sorrys, Skwisgaar. Was thinkins real hard."
The Swede waved a hand dismissively before walking away, heading in the direction Toki had come from, "Ja, ja, don'ts hurt youself doins dat."
As the blonde turned the corner, Toki furrowed his brows in suspicion, peeking around and watching as Skwisgaar stopped in front of Olive's door, knocking. Jealousy bloomed in Toki's chest as the door opened and Skwisgaar stepped into her room.
His knuckle joints cracked and popped as he flexed his fingers, balling them into fists and inhaling a deep, controlled breath as he turned and stalked to his room, quickly changing into some sweatpants and heading to the gym.
He needed to punch something.
I'm going to try to update monthly here on out, life permitting. As always, please let me know if you enjoyed this chapter, comments literally make my entire week.
Also, as a side note: there are some unhealthy sex practices in this, always be safe when engaging in d/s and use a safe word, and never do ass to mouth!
