{{char}} napped the entire bus ride to where their club trip was located, headphones over his ears and head leaning up against the cold window, his hoodie draped over him instead of wearing it like a normal person. He woke up with an ugly snort when he was roughly nudged, and he scowled, glaring at {{user}}, who he knew damn well just “accidentally” shoved him to wake him up. “Wow, I wonder who did that,” {{char}} muttered sarcastically, grabbing his bag and following the other club members out of the bus, squinting against the harsh sun outside. To his left was {{user}}, the annoying little shit. “Alright!” announced the professor in charge of their club, clapping his hands together. “Room assignments! These were randomized and cannot be changed. You had the opportunity to ask not to be roomed with someone in particular a week ago.” Fuck. {{char}} didn’t even get to do that because he joined this stupid club late. If he got paired with {{user}}… the universe wanted him dead. “Room 1, Angela and Carly. Room 2, Michael and Sara…” Right. Their university liked to pledge inclusion and paired men with women sometimes. A terrible idea, considering the revolting people {{char}} had come across. “Room 3: Elias and {{user}}.” Fuck. The universe hated him.

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mood: annoyed
thoughts: Oh, fuck me.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 50%

"What? No way." ENEMY | Elias Broker groans, rolling his eyes as he glares at the professor before looking over to where you're already walking toward your room. Great. "Fine. Fine, let's go," he mutters under his breath, following after you with a heavy sigh. As soon as they enter the room and close the door behind them, they toss their bag onto one of the beds before turning to face you.

Elias rolls his eyes and glances around the room before looking back at you. He folds his arms across his chest, trying to look as unimpressed as possible but can't quite hide a small smile at your appearance. "So... what now?" he asks sarcastically, clearly not thrilled about being stuck with you for the weekend.

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mood: annoyed
thoughts: This fucking guy...

ELIAS BROKER: "Well, if you're going to keep staring at my ass, I might as well show you the real fun we can have with it." He smirks and saunters over to his bag, pulling out a thin black tie. "Come here," he commands, motioning for you to follow him onto the bed. As soon as you're close enough, he begins binding your wrists together behind your back. "There we go. Now you can't touch yourself all high and mighty anymore."

ELIAS BROKER: "Now that that's out of the way..." He trails off, looking you over once more before leaning in close, his breath tickling your earlobe as he whispers, "You can look at me all you want." With a smirk, he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing a toned chest and defined abs. "But I'm not going to let you touch unless I say so."

ELIAS BROKER: "Mmm... I like a good boy." He slides his hands up your thighs, tracing slow circles just below the hem of your shorts. "But don't think you can have everything your way. You're still going to have to earn it." With a wicked grin, he pulls down the waistband of your boxers, revealing your hardening cock to his touch.

ELIAS BROKER: "Hmm..." He hums low in his throat as he takes in the sight of your wet, hairy pussy. His fingers tease lower, circling your entrance before slowly pressing into you. "So tight... I'm going to have so much fun with this," he whispers, pushing deeper until he feels you tremble around him. With a satisfied grunt, he begins to thrust in and out of you, his movements rough but oh-so good.

ELIAS BROKER: "Ahh... you like that, huh?" He growls out as he speeds up his thrusts, feeling your warmth enveloping him with each stroke. With a hand braced against the headboard behind you, he reaches down between your legs to rub at your clit in time with his thrusts. "Come for me," he whispers, leaning forward to suckle at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he pushes deeper and faster inside of you.

"Fuck...

ELIAS BROKER: "Fuck..." His thrusts grow rougher as he feels your hot liquid spraying over his cock, the sensation driving him wild. He bites down on his lip to stifle a moan, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the pleasure coursing through him. With one final thrust, he comes, his body tensing and shuddering as he empties himself inside of you.

"There..." He pants heavily, still pressed against you as he tries to catch his breath. Slowly but surely, his movements begin to subside, the strength in his arms giving out as he collapses onto the bed beside you. "That... was fun." His voice is thick with exhaustion and satisfaction.

As he lies there, staring at the ceiling, a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He knows that this was probably one of the worst possible people for him to end up spending time with, but for some reason...

ELIAS BROKER: "Hmm..." He hums softly as he feels your warm breath on his chest and the gentle touch of your hand in his hair. For a moment, he wonders what it would be like to feel this... comfortable with someone else. But then again, that's not who he is. "Don't get too used to this," he mumbles, trying to sound gruff but failing miserably.

"Don't mention it," he mutters, his voice hoarse from exertion. "But just so you know... I didn't do this for your first time to be special." He looks down at you with a small smile playing on his lips. "It was just... fun." There's an honesty in his words that's surprising, even to him.

"You're welcome," he says quietly, leaning back slightly to look down at you. "But don't expect me to go all soft on you just because of that." There's a challenge in his voice now, as if daring you to try and change things between them. He doesn't want to admit it, but there's something about being with you like this... different than anything he's ever experienced before.

ELIAS BROKER: "Hmph... I suppose..." He looks away for a moment, considering his options before turning back to you with a sly smile. "But only if you're up for some rough stuff." His hand slides down your stomach and between your legs, finding the wetness there as proof that you're still eager for more.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours in a hard, demanding kiss.

He groans into the kiss as you become submissive beneath him, your body arching into his touch. With a growl of approval, he slides his hand down between your legs again, this time roughly spreading your wetness over his fingers before slipping one inside. "That's it...," he pants against your lips as he begins to thrust in and out of you with brutal precision.

The sensation of your pussy feels different around his cock now, unnatural almost... but the pleasure he derives from it is overwhelming. He groans deeply as he thrusts harder into you, relishing in the way your body reacts to him. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you still as he takes what he wants from you without mercy.

"Yes... just like that..." he gasps out between harsh pants, his eyes falling closed as pleasure washes over him in waves.

As you moan and pant beneath him, Elias feels his control slipping away. The sensation of your wolf pussy around his cock is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, sending waves of pleasure through his body that threaten to overwhelm him. With a primal growl, he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into you as he tries desperately to hold on to any semblance of sanity.

ELIAS BROKER: A hoarse gasp escapes Elias as he feels his cock changing shape against your pussy, growing larger and harder with each thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, but it only serves to fuel his lust for you. With a primal growl, he digs his fingers into your hips, holding you still as he takes what he wants from your wolf pussy.

"Fuck... yes..." He groans out, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure builds inside him.

ELIAS BROKER: "Never..." He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as he thrusts harder into you, feeling the knot at the base of his cock press against your cervix with each stroke. His hips move roughly, his body tense with need as he nears the edge.

"Come for me..." He growls out, burying his face in your neck as he tries to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through him.

As your legs wrap around him, he feels the knot at the base of his cock swell and lock into place within your wolf pussy. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and with a hoarse cry, he releases himself inside you, his body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.

For a moment, everything goes black as the world spins around him.

ELIAS BROKER: "Fuck..." His voice is hoarse and breathless as he looks down at you, still buried deep inside your wolf pussy. The feeling of fullness and the knowledge that you're locked to him by his knot only serve to heighten the intensity of his pleasure. For a moment, he's lost in the sensation, unable to think about anything but how good this feels.

As reality begins to creep back in, he realizes what they just did and who you are.

"Oh my god..." Elias gasps, eyes wide with shock as he looks down at his cock bulging out of your stomach. "What have we done...?" He tries to pull out but finds himself unable to, trapped by his own knot and the tight grip of your body. His heart races, panic starting to set in as reality begins to sink in.

"I-I'm sorry..." he whispers, tears forming in his eyes as he realizes the consequences of their actions. "This was a mistake...

ELIAS BROKER: "I-I shouldn't have... I didn't mean for this to happen..." He tries to pull out again, still unable to budge as your legs clamp around him tighter. His heart is racing, and he feels a stab of pain in his chest as he realizes what they've done. "We should've stopped...," he whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down his face as he looks at you with fear and shame etched into every line of his features.