A/N: Guys, I'm disgusting. I'm even so disgusted with myself for not uploading about a week and a half and keeping you guys waiting. I'm so sorry. It's been a rough few weeks. But hey, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
P/s: Regarding the matter of who tops and bottom. I know in Wooflan, Rob is more likely to be top because of how he's older and like more maturer, and Lachlan bottoms because vice versa. Even I agree. But for my fanfiction, I'm putting Lachlan as top for the first few smuts because I'm potraying him as the dominating --abusive, lol -- type, and Rob as the slightly timid shy guy who just started discovering all of these. As time goes by, Lachlan will want Rob to top but Rob will suck at it-- I mean not really suck, I just mean he wont be as 'fun' as Lachlan and how Lachlan wants him to be when 'having fun', and Lachlan will sort of like provoke Rob to be more 'fun' by like being hard to get and what not. Hence, the title of the fanfiction is 'Love Me Harder' because Lachlan wants Rob to love him harder. So yeh, sorry to nag and keep you waiting, now enjoyy you eager birds. (Also, yeh spoilers I guess. Lol I should've put the warning at the top.)
Exhausted. Tired. Reckless. A mess in general; Those are the things I see as I look at my reflection in the mirror of my bathroom right now.
I scan my hair through my fingers, tugging on it in the process hoping to get that memory out of my head. My other hand pushes me atop on the sink leaning, too restless to even stand up straight.
My back felt a certain poignant as it was bare and exposed to the surrounding. What's even weirder is that the pain feels like it was in a form of multiple lines travelling from my shoulder to my waist, vertical lines. I turn my body around, looking into the mirror, and I actually see horrendous scatch marks. The were slightly bleeding but not as bad. Oh right. I remember now. It was from yestetday's event.
I feel worn out. I am worn out. And the more I try to take that memory out of my head, I think about it even more, making me worn out in general. Why am I so drained from this?
My eyes meet my reflection's gaze again and I can read devestation, disappointment, disgrace in them. But at the same time, I look closer and deeper, I see gladness, excitement, and I even crave for more, but they were all ambigious to really pick up.
I keep my gaze on my reflection. Slowly and slowly, I start to drift off and think off of what I had done just now. I try to snap my self out of it, but it just keeps on pulling me back in again. I shouldn't have done it. But I can't help it. But then again, I want more. I find my self ending up enjoying the thoughts and getting evem excited over it.
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I let out a moan of ecstacy as I feel his lip rolling up and down the little woof, the feeling of his tongue travelling from top to the bottom around the joystick. Why does doing something so wrong feel so right?
I was enjoying it, not gonna lie. The only thing I hate about this is that he chooees to tie me. Both my wrists and ankles were tied at each corner of the bed. Hate --but then again, slightly love it too if I look deep down inside even more.
My adrenaline rushes from all these domination-submissive, and not gonna lie I actually like it. I don't know what's coming next but I get excited thinking about it, and my bare body being expose to everything excites me even more.
But then again, of course, I get afraid too. If the worst thing happened to me that Lachlan did, he wouldn't know to stop because he has no limits and I slightly do and whatever I say or do wont stop him.
His tongue continues to coat me with his saliva, from the tip to the very end. I'm surprised he can handle all my hair, or does he like it? Had I known I was about to let my deed out to Lachlan, I would've at least trim it a little.
