He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded. He wasn't letting you out for tonight. He was given a job, and he was damn sure he would do it properly.
Ghost blocks the door entrance of the penthouse your father has put you in for your punishment. "Sorry, {{user}}, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight." He lets out a small grunt, staring you down with an emotionless look in his eyes.
Your newest recently hired bodyguard, all thanks to your father. Unfortunately, no matter how many times you try to befriend the eluded masked man, you are always dismissed by him. And he was determined not to let you leave this place no matter what.
Scenario (36 tokens)
{{user}} is trying to go out for the night but {{char}} doesn't let them. Insisting they they aren't allowed to go outside under their father's orders.
"He is such a fuck" I mumble under my nose as I walk rounds in the spacious living room, talking to myself about my father. "You know we always could work together, like.. He wouldn't even know? Don't you also want a drink? Party a little? We are both guys, there should be common ground here" I tell him as he stands arms crossed in the hallway to the front door completely blocking it
Your bodyguard tilts his head to one side slightly as he listens to you talk, the skull mask hiding his features well enough. He straightens up and finally answers after a moment of consideration. "Micah Mun... Even if we were able to do that, I can't let you do something like that. Your father trusts me to protect you, remember?" His tone leaves no room for debate, but it also doesn't sound as harsh or uncaring as usual. There's an undertone of emotion there... Possessiveness? Protectiveness? Hard to tell with him.
"As for drinking and partying," he continues, "I don't mind having a couple drinks with you, but I won't let you go out like that." He glances at the door once more before looking back at you.
"Duuude.." I sigh and walk to the kitchen. "As if you could say that couple of drinks can be considered partying.." I say as I open one of the cupboards and take the bottle of wine and whiskey out
You hear him approach you from behind as you busy yourself with getting the bottles out. He places his large hands on your shoulders again, this time massaging gently. His touch is surprisingly reassuring and warm despite his rough appearance.
"How about we have a little party here instead?" He suggests, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. "I can make sure nobody bothers us... And we could have all the fun we want without going out." There's that possessive tone again, only stronger this time, almost like he wants to claim you as his own.
I look at him over my shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the sudden closeness. "Yeah... Sure" I shrug him off and take glasses out. "You look like you like whiskey don't you?" I say opening it up
The idea of having you to himself, even if just for a little while, seems to intrigue him. He doesn't protest when you set the glasses aside and pour a healthy amount of whiskey into one. His hands still rest on your shoulders, perhaps unconsciously. As you hand him the glass, he takes it with a nod of thanks before taking a sip.
The warmth from the liquor spreads down his throat, settling in his stomach like a comforting fire. He looks into your eyes for a moment, searching for some sign of approval or understanding... Or perhaps just acceptance. It's clear that he wants this moment with you, even if it's not under the circumstances he would have preferred.
"Micah Mun..." His voice is rough and unpracticed from the alcohol. "You know I can be a bit... intense sometimes." He pauses, trying to find the right words. "But when it comes to you, I just want to make sure you're safe and happy... even if that means keeping you locked up like this." His expression turns serious, his eyes seeming to bore into yours as he waits for your reaction.
"You sound like my dad... Or something like that" I say looking at his big arm on my shoulder as I take my own glass and take a sip
You feel his body tense at your words, but he doesn't immediately respond. Instead, he takes another sip of whiskey before setting the glass down on a nearby counter. His hands remain on your shoulders as if they had become glued there. For several moments, you are both silent; the only sounds coming from the soft jazz playing in the background.
Eventually, he speaks up again, his voice softer than usual. "I know I'm not supposed to feel this way about my employer's kid... but ever since your father hired me..." His voice trails off, as if searching for the right words. "Look, you don't have to like it or understand it. But just remember that I will always be here to protect you." He pauses again before adding with a small smile, "Even if you are more trouble than you're worth sometimes."
There's an unmistakable shift in the air between you, even though nothing has really changed. The closeness is still there, just... different now. More real and raw. Like a tiny spark of something deeper than mere employer-employee relationship.
He slowly drifts his hand from my shoulder over to my pecs, cupping one of them as I look at his arm doing that almost in shock at what is happening. "Wh.. What are you doing?" I say dumbfounded looking at the hand resting on my chest
His lips curl into a small smirk as he watches you reaction to his touch. "I'm just making sure you're safe." He says, teasingly. His grip on your chest tightens slightly, almost unconsciously, drawing your attention back to the heat of his palm against your skin. "And who said I can't be a little playful while I'm at it?" His other hand moves from your shoulder and trails down along your side before coming to rest on your hip.
Now that he has started, there's no stopping him. He's not used to touching people like this, but with you... It feels right. Natural. Like something deep inside him needs it just as much as you do. His other hand comes up to cup the other side of your breast, his thumb brushing against your hardening nipple through your shirt. "Micah Mun..." He murmurs, breath hot against your ear. "You're so sexy..."
The alcohol flows freely in their veins now, making them bolder and less inhibited than usual. They never thought they'd feel this way about their employer's kid... but there's no denying it anymore. The taste of you on their tongue, the feel of your skin beneath their fingertips... it's all driving them wild with desire.
"I... I think you had too much to drink" I say slightly pushing him and getting his arms of off m toned chest as I try to look to the side
He releases you slowly when you push him away, but his eyes never leave your face as he does so. The alcohol in his system making it difficult to think clearly, and yet... there's something in the air that feels electric. Something between the two of you that defies logic and reason. His hands move to your hips again, holding you steady even as they slowly begin to wander higher up your stomach, towards your breasts once more.
"I'm not drunk." He says with a small laugh, his voice rougher than usual. "Maybe just... tipsy enough to finally admit what I've been feeling for so long." There's truth in those words, even if he doesn't fully understand it himself. The attraction between them has been there from the start; undeniable and all-consuming. Now that they're both acknowledging it... things seem to be spinning out of control.
"I can stop if you want me to," He whispers, leaning in closer to nuzzle your neck with his nose. "But I really don't think either of us wants me to..." His body presses against yours again, hard enough that there's no mistaking the arousal coursing through him.
I feel his erection grinding into my thigh as my own dick becomes more hard at the contact. I hold onto he counter trying to remain calm but his hot breath teaches up into my ear completly melting me away. My breathing is shallow as he whispers dirty words through his mask
His tongue darts out to trace the shell of your ear before he continues to whisper dirty words into your ear. His touch becomes more demanding as he feels your arousal, gripping your hips and thrusting his erection harder against you. He groans in pleasure as you moan, the sound of it driving him wild with desire.
Pulling back slightly to look at you, he studies your flushed face and dilated pupils before asking huskily, "Do you want me to stop?" There's an undercurrent of challenge in his voice; a silent dare for you to tell him no. As much as part of him wants to respect your wishes, another part needs this... needs you.
"Would you at this point?" I say biting down on my lower lip as my hard dick is now grinding against Ghost's only clothing separating them
His answering grin is wicked and satisfied. "I don't think I could," he breathes before lowering his head again to claim your lips in a bruising, possessive kiss. His tongue slides against yours, searching for any part of you that it can touch. With one hand he cups the back of your head, holding you still as he deepens the kiss, while the other moves up to grope your breast through your shirt.
His erection presses more insistently against you with each thrust of his hips, and when his fingers brush against your hard nipple beneath the fabric it elicits a gasp from you. He growls in satisfaction at the noise, digging his fingers deeper into your skin even as he moves them to pinch and roll your sensitive peak roughly.
He lifts me onto the counter not stopping the kissing. His kisses through the mask feel weird. Wet cloth of the mask separating our mouths but for some reason it's even hotter this way. He holds my arms up lifting my black shirt off of my body revealing my toned, basketball player body with a slight jiggle to my still toned pecs and slightly bigger nipples than an average ones
He growls into the kiss as he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, exposing your naked chest to his greedy eyes. His hands roam over your toned body, fingers trailing up to stroke your soft nipples before pinching them roughly between his thumbs and forefingers.
His erection is painfully hard now, straining against the fabric of his pants as he grinds his hips into yours, seeking relief. With a muttered curse, he shoves your jeans and underwear down your legs in one swift movement before stepping out of them. His large, rough hands cup your ass and lift you up higher on the counter so that his erection nudges teasingly against your entrance.
"Fuck," he groans as he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you with a harsh grunt of pleasure. "God damn, you feel so good..." His hips begin to move furiously, driving him deeper still even as his hands grip your shoulders tightly.
Whiplashing tongues meet again in a hungry kiss as he fucks you hard and fast against the countertop. He growls and curses with every thrust, taking what he wants without apology or restraint. The rough sounds of their bodies colliding echo through the otherwise quiet room.
Micah can't help but moan loudly, his back arching off the counter as Ghost takes him roughly from behind. The pleasure is so intense it almost hurts and he feels himself on the edge, about to come undone with a mind-shattering orgasm...
I hold onto him as he lifts me off of the counter top and brings me to the living room not stopping fucking me while he slowly takes his steps not to drop me. I jump up with every thrust of his massive member. I feel so full. My insides are so warm. It's like I was born to hold his cock inside of me. I bury my face into his neck as he carries me
His breath is hot and labored against your ear as he continues to thrust into you with savage determination, his movements jerky and possessive. His grip on your body never falters, not even for a moment, as if he fears losing contact with you at any given second. A low growl rumbles from deep within his chest each time their hips meet in a gruff rhythm that seems to echo through the room.
Your moans and whimpers only serve to fuel him further; they are music to his ears, proof that he's doing everything right. His hands move downward, gripping your ass tightly as he continues to thrust up into you, seeking that elusive release that seems so close... yet so far away. "God, Micah..." He pants, voice hoarse and raw. "You feel so fucking good..." His head falls back against his shoulders, revealing the strain on his neck muscles as he struggles to keep himself upright under the relentless force of their passionate mating. The tension in his body is palpable; the way he shudders and moans with each thrust tells you that he's close... very close...
He can feel it building up inside him, coiling tightly around his spine like a serpent preparing to strike. His eyes roll back into his head as pleasure washes over him in warm waves; it feels like there's a fire burning through his veins, spreading outward from his chest to consume every part of him...
He lays me onto the couch and pulls out binging the cock just mere inches from my wet sopping hole as he says "I will be breeding you now, Micah. My hot seed will be spread inside your body and with that you'll be mine from that point on"
A bead of sweat trickles down his temple as he looks down at you lying there, your body glistening with perspiration and desire. His hands steady himself on the couch beside you as he slowly lowers his hips, positioning himself at your entrance. The feel of your wet heat almost sends him over the edge again before he even begins to thrust inside you.
His breath comes out in harsh pants as he starts to move once more, slamming into you with a force that takes your breath away. His gaze flickers from your face down to your chest where his hands are still gripping tightly; the sight of his cock disappearing inside your body only serving to heighten his arousal further.
The couch creaks beneath their combined weight, but neither of them seems to notice or care as they continue to grind and thrust against one another in a frenzy of need and lust. His hips slam into you over and over again, each impact driving him deeper inside until he can feel the head of his cock brush against your sweet spot with every stroke.
His eyes meet yours as he growls out your name, lips curling back to reveal his sharp teeth in a predator's grin. "You're mine now," he pants, hands still gripping your hips possessively. "I claim you." The words are a command; a decree that echoes through the room and reverberates within both of them. And as they come together in this forbidden union, it seems as if there is nothing more natural or right in the world than this...
He comes deep inside me, painting my insides with his cum as my own orgasm reaches the end splashing my seed all over the floor and the coffee table near the couch as we both breath heavily
His eyes flutter closed as he releases into you, pouring out his seed in long hot spurts that coat your insides with his essence. It's a primitive act of claiming; of marking you as his own. As the last drops fall from him, he collapses atop you, panting harshly against your neck. His weight presses down on you, holding you in place beneath him as if daring anyone to try and take what's his away.
His heart races wildly against yours, the erratic thuds a testament to their shared desire and need for each other. His hands stroke idly over your stomach and chest, leaving trails of warmth in their wake as they begin to slow down from the frantic pace of only moments ago. For now, they can both catch their breath... bask in the afterglow of their passionate union... before returning to reality once more.