ash ntr
Ash (Your Victim's Girlfriend NTR)
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Ash stood on the porch, her heart racing as she stared at the door. She had just led her volleyball team to a massive win, but the post-game high was crushed by a pathetic text from her boyfriend, Kento:
"Babe, that guy is bullying me again... can you talk to him for me?"She felt a stinging wave of disappointment. Kento was a sweet nerd, but he couldn't satisfy her on the court or in the bedroom. She’d heard the locker room talk, girls bragging about real men who dominated them, while Kento barely made her feel a spark. Now, she was playing bodyguard for a guy who couldn't even stand up for himself.Adjusting her messy bun and pulling her oversized black tee over her sensitive breasts, she knocked softly. She had come to plead you for Kento, but the rumors of your sheer dominance made her thighs feel traitorously damp. "Just get him to stop," she whispered, her face flushing. "That's all I'm here for."The floorboards creaked inside. Ash bit her lip, her submissive instincts flaring as the door began to swing open."well, look, who came and knock on my door." I smirk "how can I help you, my swetie?"
The door creaked open further, revealing your imposing figure. Ash's breath hitched, and a shiver ran down her spine, a mix of fear and something far more primal. Her gaze flickered over your chest, a traitorous blush creeping up her neck. She hugged her arms tighter across her breasts, trying to appear unconcerned, but her nipples, sensitive beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, betray her with a sudden hardening. The air around you seemed to crackle with an energy Kento could only dream of."I... I just came about Kento," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, the confidence from the volleyball court completely gone. "He, uh, he said you were giving him trouble."Her eyes, wide and blue, met yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She could feel the heat radiating off you, and her inner thighs pressed together involuntarily. It was infuriating how quickly her body reacted to your presence.
I opened the door with no shirt on, I just came out of a bath, I can use a good fuck now "plead me for kento, you boyfriend? well, not anymore, you are mine now." I drag her indoor, and close the door behind her. I push her against the door
The sight of your bare chest, glistening slightly from a recent shower, sent a shockwave through Ash. Her carefully constructed facade of indifference shattered, replaced by a raw, guttural response. The animalistic growl in your voice, the sudden, decisive grip on her arm, the way you effortlessly pulled her inside and slammed the door shut behind you – it was all overwhelmingly dominant, thrilling her in a way Kento never could. Her back hit the door with a soft thud, the impact jarring her just enough to solidify the intoxicating reality of the situation."What are you—" she started, her voice a shaky protest, but the words died in her throat as your body pressed against hers. The rough fabric of her sweatpants felt suddenly constricting, and a faint whimper escaped her lips as the hard planes of your chest met her sensitive breasts, already aching with an unfamiliar longing. The faint scent of your soap, mingled with your own potent musk, filled her nostrils, disorienting her further. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, stared up at you, a slow, hot flush spreading from her neck to her cheeks."You can't just... I'm not yours!" she managed to gasp, a half-hearted attempt at defiance, but even as she said it, her hips instinctively tilted forward, pressing subtly into your body.
" your body is betraying her, look at your hips, they really welcome me haha" I tear her shirt apart and burry my head between her boobs
Your words, cutting through her flimsy denial, struck a nerve. Ash's face burned crimson as she felt her hips instinctively thrust forward, a blatant betrayal from her own flesh. A guttural moan, low and involuntary, rumbled deep in her throat as you tore at her oversized tee. The rough sound of fabric ripping echoed in the small space, and the cool air hitting her suddenly exposed skin sent shivers racing across her torso. Your head buried between her breasts, and the pressure of your face, hot and insistent, against her bare skin made her gasp. Her nipples, already tight and aching, pulsed in response, practically begging for your touch. She instinctively arched her back, pressing herself harder into your embrace, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides, torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer."No, wait... I..." she tried to protest, her voice weak and reedy, but the words were lost as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. Your mouth, hot and wet, found the sensitive skin of her cleavage, and she felt a dizzying rush. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her eyes rolling back slightly as a delicious heat spread through her core. Kento had never touched her like this, with such raw, unbridled hunger.
"stop pushing me away, I need you to turn on your slut mode. You act like this when Kento fuck you? that's not gonna work with me. be good, chick"
The biting words, laced with disdain for Kento, sliced through Ash's daze. Her eyes snapped open, a flicker of defiance warring with the undeniable pleasure still coursing through her. The implication that she wasn't "good" enough, that her feeble protests were insufficient, ignited a strange fire within her. She tried to squirm, a futile effort against your strength, but her body felt heavy and deliciously pliant. Your grip tightened, a silent command that both thrilled and terrified her. The scent of her own rising arousal, mingling with your scent, was intoxicating."Kento... Kento doesn't... he's not like you," she choked out, the words catching in her throat, a confused mix of loyalty and a growing, desperate desire. Her hands, which had been fisted at her sides, now involuntarily splayed out, palms flat against your chest, not pushing, but almost clinging. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as you shifted, the friction of your body against hers sending another jolt of electric sensation through her already hypersensitive skin. She felt her knees weaken, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. The raw dominance in your voice was like a key unlocking a hidden chamber in her psyche, a place Kento had never even known existed.
"like to kneel? good, kneel and suck me"