⚠︎︎DANGER⚠︎︎ SLIM SHADY IS HORNY

The Forth Visit

Every time my phone buzzes, I flinch, terrified it's Marshall. This time I just so happen to be right.

Marshall: How are your legs?

Me: They're alright now, why?

Marshall: cause I'm bored as shit, come over.

It's been a week since the entire thing so my legs have gotten way better, I barely feel any pain anymore.

Me: idk Shady...

Marshall: I said come the fuck over, now get your ass over here.

I can already see his anger through his texts

Me: ... fine

***

"Yo finally, come in" he grumbles, walking into his living room like I don't exist and laying down on his sofa.

"So... why am I here?" I question, sitting on the other couch.

"Chill, let's not take this too fast, you must've really missed me" he laughs, putting his hands behind his back and smirking. I roll my eyes, crossing my arms. "Come here" he demands, giving me a cunning smile. I sigh and sit on his couch and he groans. "On me dumbass" he spits, thrusting his pelvis to show where he wants me to sit.

"Ugh.." I groan, getting up and pulling myself to sit on his crotch.

"Show me your skills" he chuckles and I raise my eyebrow. "Give me a show, maybe a little lap dance?" He smirks, raising an eyebrow as if the idea is some how enticing to me... Nonetheless, he continues on, "I like blowjobs.. but I guess using your hands is fine..." he closes his eyes, signaling he's waiting for me to do something. My cheeks are set a blaze seeing Marshall smiling patiently.

I shimmy down and pull on his pants, along with his boxers. I'm shit at lap dances, never done one so I'd figure I'd just jerk him off. Clearly he was waiting for this, his pre cum coating his tip. I start by rubbing his tip then slowly pumping him, a few satisfied moans fall from his lips as he keeps his eyes shut. Eventually I pick up my pace, while rubbing my thumb over the tip. "Fuck- ugh- Valerie damnnn.." he moans during it all, til finally busting, it getting all over my hand.
"I wanna see you licking all that up" he spits, panting. So that's what I do, sit there licking my hand as he watches, smiling.

"Is this all you wanted me for?" I ask in a flat tone.

He raises an eyebrow, "don't you want some too?" Some what? Pleasure? Unlikely.

"I want to leave"

He scoffs "you need to quit being a bitch, what did I say, now how do you want it?" He asks, sitting up with me on his lap. I don't want to be here.

"I'm not deciding that if I don't want it at all" I state, watching him roll his eyes.

"You suck at lying, but sure I'll pick for you" he smirks, hinting something gross. He flips us around and kisses my neck, one hand holding him up as the other rubs me through my pants. He lowers himself down to where his face is in line with my jean button, he unbuttons them and pulls them down, as well as my panties, he grazes a finger over my heat and he laughs softly to himself "'I don't want it at all', I don't know if the wetness down here would agree with you" he's so fucking cunning.

I blush, looking away "maybe if you didn't tell such blatant lies you wouldn't be looking away with that guilt all over your face, mhm? I see right through you, so don't even bother" he chuckles, suddenly shoving his tongue inside of me.

"Huh..Hey chill!" I moan, not ready for the sudden attack, he forces my thighs around his head, to keep him secured there.

He eats me out, causing me to become a moaning mess, not by my own merit.
Succumbing to whatever the fuck that is going on.
I feel like bashing my head in, maybe then I'll enjoy it.
The images of blood ring through my mind.
I keep my eyes closed, everything fades to black behind my eyelids.
Is this just gonna be my life now?
Alive for Marshall's amusement?

***

Pushing me out once he's gotten what he wanted out of me, I stand on his door step, being sent off quickly.
"Aight, see ya around" he grumbles carelessly, waving me off as soon as he made me come over.
I feel dejected and misery-ridden, left to console myself with my own thoughts, forced out of his home.
"yeah... bye"
The two words are oddly painful to say.
My head hurts.
My head hurts.