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You don't remember how you got here, in this situation. Pressed against the mattress with Ren's hand tight in your hair, yanking your head back.
You know you did something to upset him, but you couldn't for the life of you figure out what it was.
Not like you could focus on remembering what great offense you committed when you were currently trying to squirm out from under him, hands grasping at his wrist in a silent effort to coax his grip to loosen so he wouldn't tug more at your already sore scalp.
“I'm sorry- I'm sorry, I'll do better-” you sputtered, his face slotted in the crook of your neck, his ears twitched, the fur tickling your cheek, possibly the only gentle feeling that you could point out, “I'll be better, just- just let go, okay?” You tried to reason, and he only growled in response.
He fucking growled.
It was at moments like these that you were reminded he wasn't human. When his claws dug at your skin, when his sharp teeth pressed against your skin like he wanted to bite and tear. It was at moments like these that you were reminded he could kill you at nobody would know, for all the outside world knew you were already dead.
“Shut up.” Was the only thing he said, voice rough with a sneer.
You stilled, freezing when you felt his clawed hand move to your abdomen and push your shirt up over your chest.
He moved away from the crook of your neck, looking down at you with narrowed, gleaming eyes, tail swaying behind him in content at the sight of you so anxious beneath him.
When he finally let go of your hair you let out a small sigh of relief, only to let out a small, shocked yip as he practically threw your shorts and underwear off, his pants already slid down along with his boxers, slotting himself between your thighs and grabbing onto the backs of your knees, pushing your thighs up against your chest in a mating press.
The position was uncomfortable, to say the least, and there was a distinct struggle to get full breaths of air with it.
Your breath hitched as he grinded against your entrance. You weren't wet, too stressed to feel any arousal from the situation, though it was clear that he didn’t feel the same way. The tip of his dick would brush against your clit with every thrust against you, yet he didn’t enter you, most likely noting the distinct lack of any lubricant.
After a minute or so, you shamefully found yourself getting slightly wet from his ministrations, and it seemed like that was enough for Ren to position himself so that his tip was pressing against your hole, and just before you could protest he thrust himself forward, a groan escaping his lips at your tightness, while you only managed a choked noise.
It didn't feel nice, even if you were the slightest bit wet from before, you were too tense to feel much pleasure from it. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut. Your hands grasped at anything they could, which in this case, was the sheets. Holding onto them with a death grip that turned your knuckles white.
Ren either didn't notice your discomfort or didn’t care, (probably the latter) and continued to push himself in as much as he could, eventually leaning back the slightest bit before practically fucking himself into the hilt, relishing in the yelp you let out.
You could feel him twitch inside of you, and you could feel the base of his dick, ever so slightly swelled with the beginning of a knot. He wasn't still for your comfort, not so you could adjust, but so he could bask in the feeling like a cat in the evening sun.
After a few more torturous seconds, he pulled back until it was just his tip inside before immediately starting a rough, animalistic pace.
He leaned down, still fucking into you with the reverence of a man starved, and slotted his head back into the crook of your neck, nipping lightly at your throat where the electric collar didn’t cover.
You tried to ignore the shocks of pain that shot up your abdomen with every rough thrust into your unprepared hole, tried to take deep breaths in an effort to calm down but the position he held you in made it practically impossible.
Once he got tired of holding your legs up, he put your calves over his shoulders, and with his hands now free, immediately went to grope at you, one hand on your chest and the other moving down to your cunt, his thumb pressing against your clit causing your hips to jump slightly and for you to tighten which caused him to groan.
He rubbed at your clit as he thrust into you, and you hated to admit that you were starting to get turned on, shameful arousal pooling in your gut, his dick suddenly feeling like it hit just the right spot instead of pressing against all the worst ones.
You let out a small sob at the realization that you were slowly getting closer to finishing, and he - between groans and whines - let out a small, knowing laugh, only pressing his thumb harder against your clit, rubbing quicker.
Your breath hitched, legs started to get slightly shaky even as his thrusts got shallower and quicker, knot swelling and pressing against your entrance as if demanding entry, and after a few more moments, you came undone around him, hands clutching harder (if it was even possible) against the sheets.
He groaned as you came around him, thrusts getting more frantic, more out of whatever rhythm he had before. His hips stuttered and you trembled with overstimulation.
Until his teeth sank into your throat.
You let out a shrill, pained yell as your blood welled around his teeth, and with the pain of him biting down you barely noticed how he shoved his knot into you, pressing himself as deep as he could as he came.
You pushed and scratched at his arms, and he pulled away from your throat, looking down at you with blood surrounding his lips, which he licked off with glee and a sharp-toothed grin.
He let your legs down from his shoulders and let them rest at his sides, collapsing on top of you and panting.
You sniffled, tears streaming down your cheeks, thankful at the very least that it was over, and that once his knot went back down you could leave this behind you.
You tried to calm your breathing, arms falling to your side as you stared with wide, tear filled eyes at the ceiling.
You were more than relieved to feel Ren slowly pulling back, knot leaving your body with a small amount of effort, only for that relief to be almost immediately replaced with dread as he grabbed your hips, claws digging into your skin, and started to thrust into you again.
You didn’t know what you did to deserve this, but you knew it wouldn't end any time soon.