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Ren slipped out of his cheerful persona, after a full day of entertaining your little fantasy he had to return to himself. He carefully put the wig onto the stand next to his desk, glancing at the collection of cutesy clothes. Scoffing at the sight of them, he was mad at the world for not letting him be exactly what you wanted…
It's all alright tho, it's fine, he loves you, you love him too right? He loves you so much, he doesn't even mind changing himself for your pleasure, you must love him after all this effort… You have to, there is no other choice.
After a bit of spacing out, the turtle neck was also removed, letting his tattooed skin breathe in the chill of his room. Now there's only one thing left to do, the piercings. The jewels glinted in the room of his monitor, your sleeping form illuminating the room as he started screwing them back in. The little spikes fell a few times as he struggled, this practice getting a bit tiring after a while, but alas the snake bites and septum took their place on his face.
You looked breathtaking as you slept, hugging the plush he brought you while wearing his hoodie. The definition of perfection was before Ren's eyes, oh you, he loves you so much. Warmth went through his entire body as he watched you toss and turn, god he has to see it in real life. Hurriedly, he threw on a black hoodie and a mask. Anticipation made his heart beat faster, wonder if you minded if he took a pair of panties for later, you wouldn't mind right?
His angel…. With quick and practiced steps he soon arrived, in front of your apartment, for now. The hallway was dark and quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city that never truly sleeps. Ren crept silently down the dimly lit hallway of the apartment building, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the door to your unit. He had been thinking about this moment all day, the thrill of sneaking in to admire your divinity, to see you in the privacy of your own space. With a deft hand, he picked the lock, the mechanism clicking softly as the door swung open.
The apartment was dark, but Ren could make out some things from the moonlight seeping in through the window. He slipped further inside, closing the door softly behind him. The sound of his heartbeat deafened him for a while as he got closer to your door, but something caught his attention. A sweet sweet moan of his name, oh you want him here watching you, right? You must have known he was coming, and you're putting on a show just for him. What a sweet angel you are. As he crept closer, he heard even more of the soft, rhythmic sound - the unmistakable sound of self-pleasuring. His cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of you, lost in your own world, unaware of his presence.
He approached the bedroom doorway and he could feel himself getting lightheaded, kneeling down to look through the keyhole. There you were, sprawled out on the bed, wearing nothing but his hoodie. Just for him, just for Ren… The sight of you in his clothes, the fabric clinging to your frame, sent a surge of possessiveness through him. One hand was buried between your thighs, moving in a steady rhythm as you pleasured yourself, lost in your own world, occasionally whimpering his name. His angel wouldn't mind if he continued watching, maybe even touching himself… This is all fine since you're all his.
Ren watched, transfixed, as your back arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping your lips. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to palm his cock as you did this for him. His cock was rock hard now, straining against the confines of his jeans, wanting to be set free. He wanted to touch himself, to stroke his aching flesh as he watched you, and probably that's what you want him to do too. Why else would you wear his hoodie and touch your sweet sweet cunt? As quietly as humanly possible he freed his aching cock, covering his mouth as his hand went up and down, relieving a bit of his tension.
More and more, Ren just wanted to feel your delicious nectar flow down his cock as he fucked you silly. This is fine too, it's all fine, what he's doing is fine since it feels so good. His poor cock is leaking onto the floor from the sight of you playing with yourself, his grip getting harder. How can someone like you even exist? So gorgeous, an angel just for him. Faster and faster, his hand now starts to match the pace of your fingers. The hazy pleasure started clouding his judgment, a good boyfriend never leaves traces. But before he knows it he cums on the floor, like a pathetic (stalker) lover groaning your name.
He watched, your eyes fluttered open, and you let out a scream of shock, shutting your legs. “WHO ARE YOU?” Ren moved quickly, zipping up, opening the door, covering your mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. Poor little angel, you're a bit confused, aren't you? Now trying to scream even more as he held you down with one arm. So beautiful, the cum on his hand dripping down, decorating your skin, it's getting on your lips. He pressed a finger to his lips, signaling for silence as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you.
"Shhh, I won't hurt you," he whispered, his voice low and rough with desire. "Don't be scared Angel”
You struggled even more beneath him but didn't dare to talk, the vulnerability of this situation making you shake. But as you looked up at him, you saw the hunger in his gaze, the way his eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of you splayed out beneath him, wearing his hoodie and nothing else. You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions cursing through you now. He looked almost like your boyfriend, Ren but your sweet boy would never do that to you.
"Who are you?" You tried speaking, but your voice echoed through his head, making it sound like whiny begs and pleads. Your brain was telling you to fight him, but his familiarity made you feel scared and turned on at the same time. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" He ignored your questions, his attention focused on your spasming pussy, begging for him to touch it. "You look so fucking hot, angel," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I have to…” You wanted him to touch the aching heat between your legs. Didn't you?
With that, he pushed his filthy cum stained fingers into your mouth, wanting you to taste him as he helped you. Your chest rising up and down fast, so needy for more… His fingers trailed down your stomach, then lower and lower, finding your slick, swollen flesh. Ren wanted to be inside you as much as you craved the release, but this was about you. He paused there, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of your mound. Your hips bucked up, seeking more contact, more friction. You're such an insatiable little angel, greedy for pleasure. Ren's eyes flashed with triumph at your reaction.
You could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his want. A part of you screamed to run, to push him away. But another part, a darker part, thrilled at the allure of this handsome man. After all, the two of you were meant to be, you can feel that.
"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice cracking at the need he was feeling, Ren's eyes looking into yours for affirmation. He only wants the best for you, for you to feel as good as he did, a reward. "Tell me you want my fingers inside you, filling you up. Beg me… “
His obscene words sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to your core, a mysterious stranger offering to relieve your horniness. Your walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, to be stretched, to be used for his pleasure.
You were trembling now, your body burning up with a fever only he could quench. You needed his help, there was no use resisting even if it disgusted you a bit on the inside. All you could do was say your answer breathlessly, a broken, desperate sound that echoed in the charged silence of your bedroom. "Please..." The word slipped out before you could stop it. A plea, a prayer, a demand.
You didn't know what you were begging for anymore. All you knew was that you needed something, needed him, with a desperation that consumed you whole.
Ren's fingers flexed against your mound, his thumb pressing down on your clit with just enough pressure to make you see stars. "Please what, angel?" he taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Tell me what you need. Beg for it like a good girl."
His other hand slid from your mouth to wrap around your throat, his thumb and forefinger encircling your delicate neck. Not squeezing, not yet. Just... holding. Claiming. Owning. A toy. You were trapped. Trapped under him, trapped in his thrall. Trapped in a web of fear and desire so intense it bordered on pain. And still, you couldn't look away. It's disgusting how despite the fear your body and mind still craved the sweet release.
"Please..." you whimpered again, your voice breaking on a sob. "Please, I... I need... I need..." The words died in your throat as Ren's fingers pushed past your folds, sinking knuckle-deep into your soaked, aching heat. A squelching sound could be heard, and a relieved moan when Ren began giving you what you asked for. Such a delicious sound your cunt makes, for the man it belongs to.
Ren's breath hitched as he watched you, transfixed by the erotic sight before him. Your desperate whimpers and the slick sounds of your fingers plunging into your dripping cunt filled the room, stoking the flames of his desire. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the lewd display, his cock throbbing almost painfully in the confines of his pants
"Fuck, angel," he growled under his breath, his voice rough with lust. A pussy made for him to ruin, to claim, as much as he wants. "You look so fucking hot like this, letting a stranger touch you like the slut you are. Have you been imagining someone taking advantage of you like this? Thinking about a strangers fingers buried deep inside this greedy little pussy, fucking you hard and fast just like you need."
His other hand tightened slightly around your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel like his little toy. Your pulse jumped beneath his fingers, and he felt a surge of overwhelming obsessiveness drowning his own senses. He knew the pleasure, the pain was mixing inside you into a delicious poison.
"Tell me, angel," he demanded, Ren's eyes zoning in at your face that had a stupid expression stupid, what a whore, dumbed out on lust. "Tell me what you need. Beg. For. More." His thumb pressed down even harder on your clit, assaulting your senses with a simple touch. He needed you to be his, his goal was to consume you, as a whole.
Ren's eyes flashed with triumph as he felt your body respond to his touch, your hips bucking up into his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. He knew he had you right where he wanted you - desperate, needy, and completely at his mercy.
"That's it, baby," he purred, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't fight it. I can give you everything you need. I can make you feel so fucking good." His fingers plunged deeper, curling inside you, stroking that special spot that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.
"Please..." you whimpered again, your voice breaking onto a small scream. The word tumbled from your mouth involuntarily, anything for him, for pleasure. You didn't know what you were begging for anymore, only that you needed it. Needed him. Needed something, anything, to quench the fire burning inside you.
Ren's grin widened, his eyes glinting with dark promise as he felt your body tremble beneath him. "Please what, angel?" he taunted, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Tell me what you need. Beg for it like a good girl."
His fingers pumped faster, harder, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room as he fingered you with wild abandon. Ren's breathing was getting harder and harder, only he deserved to see you like this. He was claiming you, marking you, branding you as his in the most primal way possible.
The urge to fill you up with his cock and seed was overwhelming, but he had to resist. His greediness can't overwhelm his devotion to your eternal figure. "So fucking tight and wet, like this greedy little pussy was made for my cock." His thumb rubbed mercilessly over your clit, the rough pad circling and pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves until your vision started to swim.
Ren leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he panted hotly, his breath mingling with your own ragged gasps. "I'm going to fill this hungry cunt," he promised darkly, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Gonna stuff you so full of my thick, hard cock that you'll forget your own name. You'll be screaming it, begging me to fuck you harder, deeper, until the only word you remember is mine."
His other hand slid up your side, cupping the soft swell of your breast through the thin fabric of his hoodie. He could feel your nipple stiffen under his touch, poking into his palm as he squeezed the supple mound roughly. Rolling and pinching the hardened peak between his fingers, he tugged on it, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.
"Please..." you whimpered again, your voice breaking on a sob as your body writhed beneath him. "Please, I... I need..." The words dissolved into incoherent babble as Ren's fingers pounded into you, his thumb rubbing your clit with brutal intensity. Your hips bucked wildly, fucking yourself back onto his hand, chasing the release you so desperately needed.
"That's it, angel," Ren encouraged, his voice rough with lust. "Fucking take it. Take my fingers like the needy little slut you are." He could feel your body tensing, your walls starting to quiver and clench around him as your climax approached. "Cum for me," he demanded, his eyes boring into yours with fierce intensity. "Cum all over my fingers like a good girl."
With a final, brutal thrust and a hard press of his thumb on your clit, he sent you hurtling over the edge. Your body convulsed, back arching sharply as a scream tore from your throat, your pussy clamping down on his fingers like a silken vise. Ren groaned, feeling your release gush around his hand, your juices dripping down his wrist as he worked you through your orgasm, drawing it out, making it last as long as possible.
"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice a low, approving rumble. "So fucking perfect, cumming so hard on my fingers like this." He brought his soaked digits up to his mouth, sucking your essence from them with a low moan of appreciation.
"Delicious," he purred, his tongue swirling around the digits, cleaning them of every last drop. The taste of you was a nectar, only for him. His other hand slid down to grip your hip, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises as a claiming gesture. "I'm going to devour you as a whole, until there's nothing left" he promised darkly, knowing he needs you to fill the hole in his soul.