011 – DON’T BE AMONG US.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋

Like he could see me spread out on this very bed, my thighs trembling as he knelt between them, his tongue dragging through my soaked folds.

Like he could hear me whimper, my back arching, my nails raking down his shoulders as he lapped at me like a starving man.

Like I was begging. “Please, Nevan,” my voice broken, “Fuck me, I need you inside me.”

His cock twitched violently in his grip, pre-cum dripping down his fingers. He sped up, his wrist twisting on the upstroke, his thumb swiping over the sensitive underside of his crown.

The bed creaks beneath him, the sound lost beneath the wet slaps of his hand on his dick, the harsh rasp of his breathing.

My pants are damp against his mouth now, not just from my arousal but from his own spit, his tongue tracing the lace like he is memorizing the shape of me.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans into the fabric, his voice muffled, raw. His balls were tight, aching, his orgasm coiling low in his gut. He can feel me, my heat, my tightness, the way my pussy would clamp around his cock when I come.

His free hand clenched into a fist in the sheets, his knuckles white, as he imagined burying himself inside me, my moans loud in his ear, my body trembling beneath him.

His strokes turn frantic, his hips jerking up into his fist, his cock swelling even thicker. My pants are soaked now, his saliva dripping down the lace, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He can taste me. Or maybe he is just so far gone he is imagining it, but it didn’t matter, his mind is filled with the image of me, my legs wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his ass as he pounds into me, my tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Catalina… fuck…” His voice breaks, his spine locking as his orgasm crashes over him. His cock pulses in his grip, the first thick rope of cum shooting out to splatter across his chest, hot and sticky. Another spurt follows, then another, his cum painting stripes over his abs, his fingers, the rumpled sheets beneath him.

His hand keeps moving, milking every last drop from his dick, his hips stuttering as his balls empty, his vision whiting out at the edges.

My panties are still pressed to his face, my scent clinging to him even as his own release cools on his skin. He shudders, his cock giving one final twitch, a thin trickle of cum dripping from the tip to join the mess on his stomach. His breath came in ragged, uneven bursts, his chest heaving as he slowly lowers the panties, staring down at the ruin he’d made of himself.

He takes the panties to his nose again, inhaling deep, his eyelids fluttering shut as he commits the smell to memory.

“Next time,” he promises himself, his voice a rough whisper in the quiet room, “Next time, I’m not just gonna imagine it.”

I pushed the door open, stretching the mob stick towards him, “What the fuck are you doing in my house? In my room!” I yell.

“Hi, Catalina… so the thing is, I came to check up on you and you weren't getting the door, so I felt you were in trouble and let myself in to check.”

“Checking up on me or checking if you can have my panties? I just saw you masturbating, Nevan, while sniffing my panties. You let yourself in? Into my room? How did you even pass through the front door? With what key?” I scream, slowly shutting my eyes with a drop of tears, that is 80% frustration and 20% exhaustion rolling down my face.

“Why is everyone around me rude?” I say to no one in particular. “Rook flung me to the wall, broke my elbow! Professor Matteo definitely hates me as we speak. Corvin, that bastard fed me with blood, Magnus chased me down in an attempt to kill me and wounded me with his claws, and you…” I pause.

“You sneaked into my room late at night to snoop around!” I yell, pointing at Nevan. “Fucking yourself while sniffing my underwear! This is so… inappropriate and disgusting! I just watched you fuck yourself while licking my panties. Everywhere smells like cum… my bed!”

I hold my forehead as my blue net, already soaked, panties fall from his hand, and he smiles awkwardly. “I'm not here to hurt you.”

Shaking my head, I point at the door, “Get out, Nevan, I've gone through enough today.”

Nodding, Nevan walks past me towards the door, and I stop him, stretching my hand, “If you leave with my panties, I'll come after you and hit you with a rock.”

With a smile on his face, which is pissing me the fuck off, because what’s funny? He places the panties in my palm and calmly walks away.

As soon as he disappears, I push the door hard to slam it shut and rush-limp towards the bathroom.

As I limp to the bathroom, I pull out my brush and add an odd amount of toothpaste as if I’m about to brush a cow's teeth, brushing my tongue and my entire mouth until I begin to taste my own blood.

I can't believe that psycho fed me with blood, I feel like dying.

After brushing for what feels like an eternity, I pick up my phone and it beeps.

Tamara added you to ‘Don't be among us’ group chat

Me: What's with the name? If you don't want me among you, why add me to the group?

Nabi: Too late, already among us, now it's time you regret it.

Tamara: Sorry, girl, Yumeko named it. I promise we are not good people.

Yumeko: Speak for yourself, I've done nothing but terrible things.

I drop my phone as something comes into my mind, and I pick it up again.

Me: Does anyone know anything about Lucifer's heirs and Asmodeus's heirs?

Nabi: I know you should never mention them again.

Yumeko: I think they are great!

Tamara: Do you have a death wish naming them? From the moment I saw you, I just knew your mouth would get ‘us’ in trouble, Catalina. What if they actually hacked our group chat and can see everything?

Nabi: Don't be dramatic. @tamara

Nabi: The outlaws? AH and LH for short. Who wouldn't know anything about those thieves and killers? Getting to know them in any way would seal your fate of never surviving in this city; this academy is bad enough as it seems. @catalina

Yumeko: With such a mouth, of course she wouldn't, I'll bet my life on it.

Me: Are you for me or against me? @yumeko

Yumeko: Behind you. @catalina

Nabi: For your own sake, don't ever mention the names of those outlaws again. I have a really terrible feeling that the killings in this city are being done by them. @catalina

Tamara: FBI claims it's an animal bite.

Nabi: Y'all need to think outside the box. They steal, and human killing is quite obvious.

Tamara: So you're saying they are creatures that kill people by biting them in the neck?

Nabi: I'm saying, dangerous people like LH and AH always have pets to feed, dangerous animals. My clue is that they feed people to them.

Yumeko: It would be an epic fail if you become a detective, stick to dancing. @nabi

Me: Nabi, you were making sense until you said pets. Lucifer's heirs are vampires; they indeed kill people by biting them in the neck, and Asmodeus's heirs are werewolves, but I don't think they are involved in the killing. Well, that bastard did try to kill me tonight.

Nabi: (laughing emoji) Catalina, you sound even more stupid than I did.

Tamara: And stop fucking calling their names! One thing I'm sure about is that they have really big guns. @catalina

Me: Trust me, I know these people, you just have to believe me… they are not human.

Tamara and Nabi left the chat.

Yumeko: I believe you, Catalina. The moon is indeed made of cheese.

I throw my phone on the bed angrily, a frustrated sigh escaping my lips.