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“I’m actually here for Tyler,” the words were like angels singing to his ears as Tyler stepped out of the back room, watching Thorpe’s glare grow hateful as he approached Wednesday.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, leaning on the counter - a little too close to her than he usually would. Behind him, Xavier rattled around with the espresso machine, undoubtedly trying to make his presence as known and annoying as possible.
She really couldn’t blame him from puffing his chest a little bigger, right?
“Coffee first,” Wednesday replied shortly, taking her quad from Xavier and moving to her regular booth.
Before joining her, Tyler shifted his eyes to Xavier, who busied himself with pouring his own coffee into a cup - maybe thinking he was invited to join them. In a burst of meanness, Tyler leaned over the counter, grabbing the cup before the other boy had a chance to lift it to his lips. “Let's see what kind of coffee you make, Thorpe,” he said cruelly, walking away with the coffee in hand, ignoring the boy’s yelling about not drinking it, about the drink being his.
“Make yourself another,” Tyler muttered, disregarding, joining Wednesday in her booth as she laid out a map on the table. He took a sip just as she did, and they both looked at each other, grimacing. “Or maybe don’t,” Tyler mumbled under his breath, earning a small huff of laughter from Wednesday.
“So, what do you need?” Tyler asked, setting the cup with its horrid tasting liquid aside - he would throw it out when he got up; if he was being honest, he didn’t even like chai lattes, especially not when they were this poorly made, somehow containing a tangy undertone. He just couldn’t resist the urge to get on Thorpe’s nerves.
Wednesday took a few more sips before answering, although judging by the way her face twisted, she was suffering with each one. “I need you to show me the location of the old meeting house,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she scoured the map. He watched her as she excused the request as a way to further her research of the monster, and his heart doubled his pace as he found enough courage to say, “you’re really becoming obsessed with the whole monster in the woods thing, aren’t you?”
Her deadpan really shouldn’t have made his jeans feel tighter, but then her gaze dropped minutely to his lips before darting back up to his eyes.
“I can go by myself, if you don’t want to show me the way,” she said, but her voice lacked its usual cool, and - was he imagining it, or was she a little breathless when she let out the words?
“No, I can take you,” he hurried to say, suddenly flooded by the memory of her petite form pressed to his chest the last time they were together in the forest, his palm so large as it clamped down on her mouth to muffle her breath. Tyler usually considered himself a good guy, but he couldn’t deny that his lingering as he held her wasn’t entirely justified.
She didn’t seem to mind it then, though, and she nodded once in his direction now, maybe conjuring up the same mental image as he was.
“When do you get off?” she asked, and the phrasing she used made him throb.
Tyler mentally smacked himself. Get a grip, you asshole. And maybe get your hormones checked. Sure, he found Wednesday attractive; he didn’t really try to hide it, but the way his gaze focused on her parting lips, on her breath which started growing heavy, was -
“Are you okay?” he asked, suddenly concerned at the way her fingers gripped the edges of the table, her knuckles whitening. He felt his face twist into a frown, his brows pulling together as he studied the suddenly breathless girl.
“Yes, I’m fi - “ she didn’t even get to finish her sentence before doubling over in pain, releasing a small yelp as she grabbed her midsection.
“No, you’re not,” he huffed, his mind spiralling with worry - he didn’t know her for that long, but he knew enough to suspect she would never display this kind of weakness unless she was in intense, gruelling pain.
“I think - “ she hissed with pain, the next words barely making it past her lips, “I think I was po - “
“Hey, you good, Wednesday?” Xavier’s voice loomed over them, sounding more than concerned - it was scared, like the boy knew something they didn’t. “Maybe we should take you to - “
“You,” Tyler huffed, the realisation hitting him, and he stood up immediately, shielding Wednesday’s twitching body from the other boy’s sight. “You put something in her coffee.” Above the rage and disgust, only one other thought was apparent, heightened by the muffled whimpers behind him: he needed to get her out of there. She wasn’t safe there, not with the Thorpe boy around.
Before any of them had any chance to speak - Xavier probably intending to deny the accusation, and Tyler already planning to threaten calling his father and have the other boy arrested - Wednesday released a horrifying sound, which made the blood freeze in Tyler’s veins, or more accurately, flow straight to his groyne.
She whined, a high pitched, needy sound, before grabbing Tyler’s waist with both of her hands, releasing another, slightly less pained sound as she held onto him from behind.
His brain short circuited for a long moment before he was able to fully connect the dots.
She was wrong. Xavier didn’t try to poison her, he tried to -
“We’re leaving,” Tyler urged her up, pushing past the other boy as he hoisted Wednesday up and pushed past the boy in front of them, feeling her cling to him and recoil from Thorpe’s touch. She didn’t seem to shy away from touching Tyler, though, and he tried his hardest to ignore how sensitive his skin felt under every point of contact as she tried sneaking a hand under his work shirt and apron, the other trying to untie the knot behind his back. “Wednesday, what are you - “ he choked out a surprised sound as her fingers found the skin of his waist and she moaned at the touch.
Right there on the street, where anyone could hear.
He had to get her somewhere safe right now.
“It hurts,” she said through clenched teeth, “touch - helps,” she added, deepening his concern.
“Okay, I got you, just - “ he tried his hardest to peel her off of him, just enough for him to unlock his car and shove her into the passenger seat, “let me take you somewhere private so we can - “
“It feels like I’m on fire,” she gritted out the moment he was seated next to her, starting the engine and throwing his apron to the backseat. “Everything hurts - “
“I’ll get you somewhere where we can - “ he started, tried to be reassuring, but then he realised how it probably sounded, “uh, we can try and work something out,” he improvised awkwardly, trying to keep the conversation in a safe territory, making her feel safe - despite the fact that his dick was now unbearably hard in his jeans, so hard it was aching. It still, probably, was nothing compared to how much she was suffering, and he tried to remind himself of that as he drove them towards his home, where the houses were lessened and the trees increased in density.
He had no idea he could be this hard without any stimulation, but he had to keep it together. He had to make her feel safe, keep this thing under contro -
Wednesday palmed the front of his jeans, rubbing the crude fabric and nearly causing him to sway into the opposing lane.
“What are you - “
“Tyler,” she hummed, her entire body leaning in his direction across the middle console, her other hand snaking under his shirt to feel up his stomach and chest muscles. “Need to touch you.”
He hoped she didn’t feel his dick twitching at that. “No,” he spoke against his better judgement - or at least, his nether regions judgement. His mouth fell open as she rubbed at him, throwing his head back, his palms gripping the wheel like his life depended on it - which, he assumed, it did. “I want to help, but not - you’re not in your right mind - “
“Of course I’m not,” she huffed, her voice high pitched and desperate, unlike he’d ever heard her. He had no idea she could sound so animated, on edge. “But it hurts so bad,” she continued, her words turning into a whine, almost a whimper as she added, “please, Tyler, I need you to touch me.”
“We’ll figure something out,” he panted out, unable to stop a moan when she kept her pace, rubbing all along the shaft through the layers of fabric, undoing his button. “But I won’t - I can’t do this to you, you’re not - “
“It has to be you,” she pleaded, her breath quickening, “can’t you tell?”
His brain clicked just as he missed the turn to his street, cursing under his breath. Of course. The drink Xavier made for himself, which Tyler snatched from him at the last moment…
“I don't want to take advantage of this,” he tried for the last time, trying to ignore her repeated ministrations in order to be able to drive, directing them towards the woods instead.
She pulled back, looking at him, and he dared to cast a glance in her direction: her eyes had a thin veil of moisture docking them, and she was sitting on top of her heel, grinding into it in desperation, a sight that had him return his eyes to the road before he gave in to his own urges. “Believe me, I want to,” he hissed, “but this isn’t right.”
Wednesday stayed quiet for a long moment, and Tyler felt his tense muscles ease up slightly, his body relaxing, although a part of his mind was screaming at him for stopping her actions, reprimanding him for not using this opportunity.
“I can get you somewhere private,” he started again, looking at the road ahead, which grew narrow as they headed deeper into the forest, “and we could wait it out - “
Wednesday darted her hand forward, unzipping his jeans and pulling his rigid cock out, her sigh of relief the only warning he got before her lips sealed themselves on his tip.
“Ah, fuck!” he threw his head back again, nearly losing his grip on the steering wheel, quickly grabbing it again to stop them from crashing into a nearby tree as he felt a blissed moan vibrate around his dick as she dragged her lips up and down the shaft, spit dripping down onto her palm. “Wednesday, stop,” he panted.
She ignored him promptly, taking her hand out of the way to allow her mouth to sink all the way down to the base of him, looking up and letting him rest there, nestled against the back of her throat, and the moment he dared to look down and meet her awaiting gaze, he felt her swallow, her throat contracting around him -
“Fuck, Wednesday, please - I can’t keep driving when you - “ his own groan stopped him when he felt her up the tension of her suction, hollowing her cheeks as she dragged her mouth up only to slide his entire length back inside in a single, smooth motion. It was like she couldn’t get enough of him, refusing to let him go even when his pleas grew frantic, missing a few trees by the hairsbreadth.
Finally he had no other choice but pulling over at the side of the road, hoping no other car would pass them by, keeping the engine on and grabbing a fistful of her braids to pull her head back with force. She didn’t resist him, only pouted and blinked her big, nearly black eyes, a long, thin line of spit stretching from her dark, wet lips, their shade like a fresh bruise, puffed and - fucked, he had to finally admit to himself, there was no other way to describe it but her lips looking thoroughly fucked.
“No,” he insisted when she went to undo her seatbelt, “not here, we’re still on the road. Anyone could - “
“Let them, I don’t care,” she said in a raspy, careless whisper.
His heart clenched as he looked at her, so desperate and helpless as she begged him with her eyes, and he knew he was doomed; he had to help her, couldn’t let her suffer like this. “I know a place, it’s just a few minutes away, and then I - I can give you what you need,” he didn’t mean for his voice to stoop so low at the end of his words, but it did.
Wednesday’s glistening eyes widened, her face filling with relief.
“Think you can make it? Just a few more minutes?” He waited a few moments, looking at her face which once again looked distressed, pain probably engulfing her. “Would it help if I, uh, touch you?” he cleared his throat, “until we get there?”
“Yes,” she said immediately, before adding, softly, “please.”
Fuck, she will be the death of him, her voice alone so on edge it had his exposed, wet dick jumping against his stomach, a reminder of the interrupted blowjob. “Okay,” he managed to breathe out, “but you need to promise not to - not to put your mouth on me again.”
“Why?” her voice was pouty and he wasn’t sure if he felt more pity or want.
“Because I might accidentally kill us both if you do,” he answered honestly, starting to drive again, but sending his hand to crawl under her skirt, navigating the car with one hand on the wheel.
Her moaned “yes” was all the warning he got before she grabbed his wrist with her hands, guiding it under the fabric of her underwear, but he let her manoeuvre him around to her liking - and soon enough she was sliding down in her seat, slouching to let her core grind against the pads of his fingers, and Tyler nearly lost his grip on the wheel when he felt just how wet she was. “It’s okay,” he heard himself say, his voice lower than he’d ever heard it. “You can use my hand.”
She let out a sound that almost sounded like a sob, before guiding two of his fingers inside her folds, gasping as they both felt the way he stretched her. He let her hold onto his arm as she pushed and pulled herself around him, letting out shameless little moans as she pleasured herself on his fingers. “Almost there,” he said, referring to the road, but as Wednesday whimpered and nodded, he felt his abdomen muscles tightening.
“Thank you,” she gasped as she kept humping into his palm, making his digits piston in and out of her, the movements making obscene, wet sounds which echoed inside the small space of the car. “Need - need you inside me,” she moaned as they reached a clearing deep inside the forest and Tyler slowly pulled to a stop, “need you so bad - “
He had to bite his lip to not moan at the sound of her needy words alone, watching in awe as she grinded and rotated her hips, chasing her release. He turned off the car, twisting to face her, and with his new position which allowed him just slightly more control, he managed to press his thumb firmly against her clit.
She let out her loudest moan yet, her back arching into the seat as she tightened and pulsed around his fingers, coming undone, and Tyler could only watch in awe as fell apart in front of him.
He didn’t need any drug or potion to determine this was the hardest he’s ever been.
When Wednesday’s pants started to get even, less frantic, he slowly pulled his hand out of her slick heat, bringing his fingers closer to his face to watch the shiny coat on top of them, almost whining as he caught a whiff of her scent. That moment of distraction was all she needed - and after a quick rustle in her place, she pounced, climbing on top of him to rest on his lap.
“Tyler,” she whispered and his name, breathy and low, tickled his face from how close she was. “I need more.”
“I know,” he tried to sound reassuring, although her exposed mound was now grinding on top of his painfully hard cock, and all he could think about was pushing inside and -
She attacked his mouth, her lips frantic as they pushed against his, and he let himself be conquered by her, letting her tongue slide inside and moaning as her teeth gnawed at his bottom lip. All along, she was grinding on top of him, coating his hardness with her juices, whining when he pulled back to breath.
“Please,” she begged, chasing after him and mumbling into his mouth, “you have to help me - “ she sucked on his tongue and Tyler’s hips jerked up into her, the sensations she inflicted all too strong for him to resist his urges any longer.
She rolled her hips again, grinding on his erection in an attempt to stimulate her clit. Both the pleasure and pain made her groan, her eyes shutting as her voice grew hysterical, her hands fisting his shirt and tugging it above his head. “You have to fuck me, please - “
“Need to undress you first,” he huffed, trying to work her blazer open, before giving up on it and tearing it away, the effort suddenly reminding him of his slick-covered fingers. “You want me to touch you, right?”
“Yes, please, need - “
“Suck those clean first,” the command was as surprising to him as it was to her, but neither of them doubted it, and she wrapped her lips obediently around them as he fed her her own taste on his fingers.
He could feel her grinding increasing, her pace quickening, desperate for any kind of friction as she worked on cleaning his fingers with the same enthusiasm as she sucked his cock. Despite her being so wet - she was practically soaking up his pants and boxers where they were pulled around his dick - she didn’t try to slip him inside her, so he reached down to do so.
She shook her head no, and he stopped, looking at her in amazement, his own want nearly making him mad - but then he realised she didn’t even need it: she was already close from the grinding along, just rotating her folds on him again and again, humming around his fingers until a keen emerged from the back of her throat and she visibly shivered, falling limp against his chest, his fingers still resting snugly inside her mouth.
Tyler gave her no warning before opening the car door, grabbing her backside and stumbling out with her still on top of him, her legs wrapping around his waist under her skirt. He unceremoniously placed her on the hood of his car, pulling his fingers out of her mouth to bunch up the fabric around her hips.
“Yes,” she sighed as she felt his tip brush her folds, her hands grabbing his forearms as he positioned himself at her entrance, still in a near-delirious state even after two orgasms. “Please, need to feel you inside me, need your cock so bad - “ she was cut off by her own wail as he plunged inside her, giving her no time to adjust, burying himself all the way inside her tight warmth until he hit her cervix.
“You okay?” he hissed, trying his hardest not to blow his load right then and there as she tightened even more around him. “I don’t want to hurt you - “
“More!” she nearly sobbed, and he finally gave up on trying to hide behind any pretences, tearing off the buttons of her dress shirt as he started pounding into her with force, placing her ankles on his shoulders as his pelvis smacked into her behind, making loud slapping sounds echo all around them.
“This helps?” he gritted out, “being split open by my dick?”
She could only moan “yes”, over and over, her tightness engulfing him and welcoming him back with every thrust. Her hands kept running over him, chest, arms, waist, back, trying to touch all of him at once, and with her legs on his shoulders, she was practically bent in half - but she didn’t seem to care, only whining and whimpering, her sounds becoming high pitched and strained when he lowered one hand down to toy with her engorged clit.
“Can you come again for me?” he panted into her face.
“Yes, please,” she was so needy when she begged, he knew he had no hope to ever deny her.
He rubbed her in circles, again and again until she started spasming, but this time he felt every twist and squeeze, her walls clenching around his cock and -
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, trying to pull out of her, but she grabbed his hips, drawing out her pleasure. “No, fuck - “
“Don’t go,” she whined, “come inside me, please, want to feel you fill me up - “
Her words sent him over the edge, shooting his hot release deep inside her, her blissed out sigh making him twitch with a few more, final drops.
Carefully, Tyler brushed the hair away from her face, where it stuck to her forehead with sweat - even though the air around them was cold, the smell of it suggesting an approaching storm. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked softly, his thumb lingering on her plump bottom lip.
She blinked out of her euphoric state, seemingly awakened by the question. She looked down on her own body, as if she was slowly leaving a dream. “No,” she said at last, her voice choked, “I did for a while - it helps when I - climax, but it’s still - “
“It’s okay,” he hushed her before she could panic, “I think I’m also still - affected,” he admitted, thrusting into her to make her understand when he meant by that.
He was still hard.
Wednesday’s eyes widened, just as a thunder boomed above them, the sky turning grey.
“What’s the matter?” he taunted, slowly dragging out of her before pushing back inside, feeling his own cum slush around him. “No more pretty begging left for me?”
He picked up his pace when she started pleading with him again, her little hands doing their best to keep his body pressed into hers. He busied himself with tearing her skirt away, ripping through the fabric seeming more practical than leaving her seeping cunt, and then he moved to her bra, thankful for the clasp being in the front as he freed her breasts from the black lace.
Next, he laced his palms in the back of her skull, using the leverage to force her head down. “Look at yourself,” he panted on top of her, her entire body pressed against his, the top of her head nestled against his chest. “You’re taking it so well, such a good girl.”
Her moan as she came was all he needed to hear to make his lips twist with a smirk. “Knew you’d have a thing for this,” he released her head when he looked down himself, his eyes drawn to her neglected nipples, their brown hue making them stand out against her pale skin. Fuck, he’d never be able to drive this car again, not after having her spread out so shamelessly for him, her little body his for the taking right there on the hood of it.
He rolled one nipple in between his fingers, careful not to add more pain - her face was still contorted as she chased the pleasure which would wash away the suffering - but her eager “don’t stop” allowed him to go harder, squeezing the perked nub as it made her gasp.
“Don’t worry, sweet thing,” he kissed her collarbone as he felt her flutter around him, her moans growing stronger in his ear. “Won’t stop until you’re too fucked out to talk. Promised I’d take care of you.” he could feel her tightening, her thighs starting to shake, as a few drops of rain started hitting his back. “Who knew you’d be so wet and desperate for me, beg so nice.”
“Tyler,” she was able to whisper, her hands falling to rest above her head as he pounded into her, his thrusts getting harder and stronger just like the rain which started to pour all around them. “ ‘m close - I’m - “
“Cum for me,” he ordered, and her whimper went straight to his cock as she did as she was told, pulsing rhythmically and moaning incoherently as he kept rutting into her with force. “That’s it,” he panted the praise, “so needy and obedient for me.”
They were slowly sliding off the hood now, the rain making the surface of it slippery, so he halted his movements begrudgingly, pulling out of her and revelling in her miserable whine. He helped her push her feet off his shoulders, and then he scooped her up in his arms before laying her on the wet ground. Joining her, he got on his knees and grabbed her waist, flipping her around so her ass was arched for him, the pale supple flesh begging to be touched.
Tyler wasted no time plunging back into her, Wednesday’s blissed whimper audible even from where her face was laying on the ground, which started getting muddy by the pouring rain. None of them seemed to care, and as he started fucking her again, feeding off her whines and sighs, he realised how filthy they must look, her porcelain skin already smeared with the dark mud, his own body pressing hers down as he rutted behind her like an animal in heat, his jeans still pooled around his knees.
“So good,” he thought he heard her sigh, and he pressed closer to nestle her head in his palm, distancing her face from the grime. “Want - forever.”
“Want me to fuck you forever?” he repeated after her, not as a taunt but to make sure he heard her delirious mumblings. He slammed into her forcefully as she nodded, digging his fingers into her backside, watching a content grin spread on her face. “Don’t worry, you’re mine now,” he panted into her ear, twisting his other hand to rest against her mound from below, not stopping his thrusts as she grinded against the base of his palm, chasing her relief. “Not going to let anyone else touch you.”
She whimpered incoherently as she shuddered with another weak orgasm, the waves of pleasure leaving her pliant and limp underneath him, but he kept his merciless pace, flattening her completely into the mud, his elbows and knees drenched in it. “And that son of a bitch, I’ll make sure he suffers long and hard for what he tried to do to you,” he felt her squeeze him faintly, unable to stop herself from getting excited by the violent threat, “only I get to have you like this.”
She tried saying something, but her cheek was pressed against the ground, the sound muffled and unintelligible.
“What is it, baby?”
“Better,” she tried, but when he responded with nothing but forceful thrusts, she had to try again. “Think - ‘m better. Not - hurt.”
“That’s too bad,” he panted, “going to need you to come again for me.” when she let out a broken little sob, he cooed, “just one more, sweet thing, I promise,” letting his finger toy with her sensitive clit, and she spasmed all around him, twitching helplessly as his hips kept snapping into her, and only then did he look down at where their bodies were joined, his shaft plunging into her, dragging out their joined releases with each thrust. His cum was fucked out of her cunt, dripping down her trembling legs, and he grunted at the sight.
“Already did so good for me,” he hissed out, feeling his own release approaching, “going to cum in you again, baby, can you be good for me and take it?”
“Please,” she mumbled out, a trace of need still in her voice, “wa - want it inside.”
Her words were all he needed to be sent over the edge, snapping into her as he filled her again, flooding her insides with rope after rope of his thick seed.
They laid there in the mud, the rain slowly dying down around them, and after a few minutes, Tyler could feel himself starting to soften, a sign the effects must be wearing off.
He still remained buried inside her, simply turning them to their sides so she wouldn’t be crushed by his weight.
“Thank you,” she said quietly after a few minutes. He raised himself on his elbow to look at her; he was concerned about the moment when she finally sobered up, but she looked directly back at him, her eyes clear and aware. She didn’t seem upset, mostly lost in thought, but her gaze focused back at him, a trace of a smile appearing on her lips. “I’m - glad it was - she lowered her eyes when her cheeks started to burn, “you.”
“Of course,” he kept his voice gentle, too, tracing her skin with his fingers, laughing when she glared at him for trying to circle her mound again, but her mouth falling open with a gasp.
After she flicked his hand away, she cuddled back into his chest, careful to keep him inside her - and if she felt his come start to trickle out of her, a sensation Tyler found both disappointing and arousing, she didn’t show it. Instead, she just said, her tone not entirely serious: “I owe you one.”
“Don’t mention it,” he pulled her tighter into his arms, “consider this a freebie.”