𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗘.// TANNER X MALE READER.

sweet to the core.

the descent into sinful indulgence is rushed and rough, perhaps even considered to be unexpected yet he feels an inevitability in the way Tanner is here now. How his stalker is nearly naked and pressed against the glass of his window; how he is rutting against him like a dog in heat; how the power dynamic between them switched.

He had been the ghost of Tanner's mind and body, haunting every spot of his trembling figure until he rests with dark possession of black and blue blotches across his skin. Delicate fingers trace the milky lining of tanner's chest, slightly pressing into the skin just to watch his fingers sink into the bruised flesh. He was in charge, despite Tanner's well known occupation and behavior. Had this been a way of showing y/n his trust?

"Eye's on me little pup." Tanners steady voice spills out into the air as lips connect for nothing more than a moment, reminding y/n that the roles haven't exactly switched, Tanner was still the one in command here, and he would keep that known."Pup?Why-.." y/n wasn't clear on his response but luckily tanner catches on as they stand there, chest against chest, legs tangled together as if this was a normal occurrence.

"Puppies are so new to the world, blinded by curiosity, and oh so easily misguided." Tanner raps out and repeats like a broken record to himself, his eyes on the slightly taller males pretty collar resting on his delicate neck. He raises an eyebrow, meeting y/n's eyes again, and is pleased to see an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. It almost irritated y/n at how soothing Tanner's voice sounded as it rang through his ears, melting throughout his body like warm honey.

Y/n's fingers dip down to wrap around Tanner's thigh, lifting it up effortlessly in order for it to wrap around his hip. "Stay still for me." He breathes out hotly, breath just barley fanning over the corner of Tanner's lips before he's back at pressing kisses to the unmarked expanse of the others neck as another hand slides down further to finish undressing Tanner.

He enjoyed moments like this; feeling in control of tanner and his pleasure, feeling Tanner tremble at his touch.

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It wasn't long before they both stand there, bodies connected and bare for their eyes only to see, with y/n impaled on Tanner's cock. How they got to the room and eventually down on to the bed is a mystery, but there were no complaints to be heard while tanner's thumb pressed against the sharp edges of y/n's teeth, forcing his mouth open. Saliva pools around tanner's thumb as he leans in to lick it up with a quick slither of his tongue. Y/n cant help the pathetic moan that he releases at the feeling of tanner sinking impossibly deeper inside of him at just one move of his hips, eye's watering ever so delicately, much to tanner's delight.

"Oh? Does that feel good pup? Your pretty little eyes are watering.. are you going to cry for me?" Tanner purred, his sadistic side creeping through, clouding the heavy lust in the room. The dynamics have switched again, and this time so did their position, with y/n being pinned down and used like some fuck toy to Tanner, not that he's complaining. Not with all the embarrassingly loud whimpers of desperation reeking in the air.

Tanner sunk his teeth into the skin below y/n's shoulder blade, and he gasped and shivered underneath him. "Does that feel nice, pup?" he licked at the bite mark, soothing any blood that prickled at the skin and repeated the bite on the other shoulder blade, punctuated it with a particularly hard thrust and y/n finally mewled. He released a sound so sweet, and weak, and high pitched, completely ruined. It was Tanner's new favorite sound. Without y/n noticing, Tanner reached over to the nightstand where his infamous syringe sat at, y/n was too perfect to let go. He'd crave more moments like these if y/n ever left his side. He was hungry for y/n, and who was he to give this perfect opportunity up?

a/n; bottom tanner. that's all.