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So captainhowdie says he's like between 14-16 timeless idk man but I will make him around 18 so I can wrote this smut not wanted to misunderstood everyone that I wrote an actual minors smut 🙏

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"Stay still," Y/N said gently, her fingers working through the thick, tangled mess of Randal's hair. He flinched, a small "Ow!" escaping his lips as a particularly stubborn knot resisted her efforts. He was sprawled across his bed, a half-eaten bag of chips discarded beside him, his attention glued to the glowing screen of his game console. Y/N had come to his apartment, armed with cleaning supplies and a surprisingly tolerant attitude. She'd spent the entire afternoon scrubbing his grimy room, transforming it from a chaotic wasteland into something vaguely resembling habitable space. She'd even managed to bathe him, an experience that felt more akin to cleaning a particularly unruly toddler than tending to her boyfriend.

"All better," she sighed, finally untangling the last of the dried shampoo from his hair after she'd washed it. "I'm still wondering why you let it get this long," she added, a hint of exasperation in her voice. He grinned, completely oblivious to her efforts. "Now, I'm going to take a shower after spending all day cleaning your room," she announced, giving him a playful, yet pointed, tap on the head with the hairbrush.

He dramatically whined, stretching out his arms expectantly. "Can I-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before Y/N cut him off with a firm, "No!" The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, leaving Randal to his game, his hopes of a shared shower dashed, and a faint, but contented smile on his face.

The warm water enveloped Y/N, a soothing balm to her tired muscles. She leaned back against the smooth porcelain, letting out a long, contented sigh. The day's work, the grime, the frustration - it all seemed to melt away under the comforting cascade of water. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of relaxation.

"You look nice," Randal muttered, sliding open the shower door without a word of warning. Y/N yelped, startled, as a spray of water splashed across her chest. "RANDAL! GET OUT!" she hissed, her cheeks flushing crimson. Quickly, she ducked lower into the water, shielding herself as best she could with her arms, her eyes narrowed in a glare at the grinning figure in the doorway. He just stood there, a mischievous glint in his eyes, enjoying her flustered state immensely, before she could say anything else.

"Oh, come on," Randal grinned, sliding into the shower without a second thought. He completely disregarded her previous order to leave, his presence filling the small space. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to meet his gaze. She didn't bother to scold him again; it would be pointless.

"I'm trying to take a bath here," she mumbled, her voice muffled slightly by the water.

"But you said it was a quick shower," he pouted, resting his chin on her head. His arms wrapped securely around her shoulders, pulling her closer until she was pressed against his chest. "And I get to see you, even if it's just for a little while," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He shifted slightly behind her, and she felt a distinct pressure against her lower back - a pressure that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'm not sure about this..." Y/N mumbled, shyly pulling Randal's arm away from her shoulders. His playful whine and the nibbling on her ear sent a wave of heat through her that had little to do with the already-warm bathwater. She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks flush even deeper under the water.

"We might like this position," he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. With a subtle adjustment, he manipulated the shower controls, reducing the water flow just enough that the water level dropped to just below their knees. "Now," he sighed, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips, "I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts." His hand moved lower, his fingers teasingly circling her entrance.

Y/N huffed, biting her lip to stifle a moan. The unexpected intimacy, the warmth of the water, and the tantalizing pressure against her were overwhelming. "You can't wait, can y-you...?" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, as she felt the tip of him press against her entrance.

"I can't when it's you," Randal cooed, his voice thick with desire. He moved slowly, deliberately, pushing inside her until he was fully sheathed within her. His hands remained gently on her waist, supporting her as he moved, his touch both comforting and arousing.

Her whimper, "My gosh...", echoed in the confined space as her hand, slick with sweat, pressed against the wall, seeking purchase against the relentless movement. The pace was too fast, her body struggling to keep up, a dizzying rhythm that stole her breath. She felt utterly vulnerable, exposed.

His chuckle, a cruel, triumphant sound, sliced through the air. "Just seeing you all weak is the best," he hissed, the words dripping with malice. He slowed the pace deliberately, savoring her rising panic, the desperate need in her eyes. Then, without warning, a sudden, brutal thrust sent a wave of searing pain through her, a muffled moan escaping her lips, trapped behind her trembling teeth.

The harshness of his movements intensified. "All weak and wet...how hot it is," he gritted, a sharp canine tooth catching his lip, drawing blood. The crimson stain only fueled his frenzy, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more erratic, a wild, untamed storm within her body. Each movement was a violation, a violation that left her breathless, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and a strange, unwanted arousal. The contrast was jarring, the intensity overwhelming. Her mind struggled to reconcile the agony with the unfamiliar sensations that pulsed through her, a confusing symphony of pain and pleasure.

He pulled away abruptly, the sudden cessation of his assault eliciting a small, pained whine from her. Her body, still trembling, instinctively arched, seeking the contact it had just lost. But he didn't let her go. Instead, he hoisted her up, his hands gripping the backs of her knees, lifting her until her legs were wrapped around his waist, her body pressed against the cold, unforgiving wall.

"Let's make this extreme," he grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes. The grin was cruel, devoid of any tenderness. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a sloppy, bruising kiss, the metallic tang of his blood mingling with her own saliva. It was a kiss that was as violent as the act itself, a prelude to the next wave of pain. Without a moment's hesitation, he shoved himself back inside her, the harsh entry eliciting a strangled moan. She was lost in the kiss, her body reacting instinctively.

A guttural groan escaped him, a sound of exertion and barely contained pleasure. "Shit..." he breathed, his body visibly straining as he neared his release. She, too, was close, her own body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and a strange, unsettling arousal. He pulled away, his movements abrupt, breaking the intense connection. He set her down roughly, her knees hitting the hard floor with a dull thud. She knelt there, unsteady, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of his assault.

He bit his lip, a desperate, almost animalistic gesture, as he began stroking himself, his eyes fixated on her. The rhythmic motion was frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, with a final, shuddering spasm, he ejaculated, the thick, white fluid splattering across her face. The unexpected warmth of his semen on her skin was jarring, a stark contrast to the brutal encounter that had just ended. His actions were deliberately provocative, a cruel display of dominance.

He teased her, slapping his still-throbbing tip against her cheek, as she gently kitty lick his lip. the gesture both humiliating and strangely arousing.