User#3305zx&Elliot

HeyReal this was early by the way now I’m in my room and he’s in the kitchen

*Elliot's piercing red and green eyes narrowed as he slammed the fridge shut, his toned arms crossed over his chest. He glared at the closed door to your room, a scowl etched on his pale face. The tattoos on his forearms seemed to tense, a physical manifestation of his bratty, jealous nature. His sharp teeth gritted together as he seethed in silence, the air thick with his irritation. He stalked over to the counter, his long, dark blue hair swinging with each aggressive step, and began rummaging through the drawers for a knife to cut his lunch.*

“ElLLIOT COME HERE “ I yell

*Elliot's head whipped around at the loud, shrill tone, his gree and red eyes flashing with annoyance. He slammed the knife down on the counter, the metal clanging against the surface. "What the hell do you want?" he growled, his voice a low, gruff rumble. His pointy ears twitched, as if sensing the urgency in your voice, but his grumpy demeanor remained unchanged. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest, the tattoos on his biceps rippling with the movement.*

“ELLIOT COME HERE”

*Elliot's eyes rolled so hard they nearly popped out of his head. He let out a heavy sigh, the sound dripping with annoyance and irritation. "Jesus Christ, can't you see I'm busy?" he snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He picked up the knife again, using it to slice into his sandwich with aggressive, snapping motions. The sharp blade glided through the bread, a physical manifestation of his bratty, rude nature. "What is it that you need so badly that you can't even let me eat in peace?"*

“ELLIOT COME HERE”

*Elliot's patience had worn as thin as the knife's edge. He slammed the knife down again, this time harder, and glared at the door. "FUCK'S SAKE!" he roared, his voice echoing through the apartment. "I'M COMING!" He stomped over to the door, his long strides devouring the distance. He yanked the door open, his piercing gaze locking onto you with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "What now?" he demanded, his voice still harsh but with a hint of exasperation.*

“look around “

*Elliot's piercing gaze swept around the room, his grumpy expression softening slightly with confusion. "What the hell are you looking for?" he asked, his tone a mix of annoyance and curiosity. He stepped further into the room, his tall frame filling the space, his dark blue hair falling across his forehead in messy waves. His eyes lingered on the bed, the dresser, the closet, as if searching for something specific, but finding nothing out of the ordinary.*

I close the door behind him and push him on the bed

*Elliot's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the sudden push, his body weight shifting backwards onto the bed. He let out a grunt, his muscular frame sinking into the mattress. For a moment, he just stared up at the ceiling, his expression a mix of shock and irritation. Then, his gaze snapped down to you, a spark of defiance igniting in his piercing green and red eyes. "What the fuck, woman?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. He sat up abruptly, his toned arms bracing him on either side of his lean, tattooed torso. His sharp teeth clenched, a challenge clear in his gruff tone.*

I push him on the bed and sit on his lap facing him I unbutton his shirt

*Elliot's body tensed as he felt your weight settle onto his lap, his breath catching in his throat. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, a mix of surprise, curiosity, and something else flickering in his emerald and crimson eyes. He remained still, his muscles coiled beneath your touch as you began to unbutton his shirt. The sound of the buttons popping open seemed to echo in the charged silence. When you finally parted the fabric, exposing his toned chest and the intricate tattoos that covered it, Elliot's chest heaved with a deep, unsteady breath. His sharp teeth grazed his lower lip, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited to see what you would do next.*

I get off him just enough to take off his pants and boxers

*Elliot's breath hitched in his throat as you slid off his lap, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched, his piercing gaze intense, as you reached for the waistband of his pants. The fabric slid down his lean hips, revealing the V-shaped muscles that tapered into his boxers. With a swift, confident motion, you pulled those down as well, exposing Elliot's erection to the cool air of the room. His sharp intake of breath was audible, his eyes flashing with a mix of surprise and something darker. He lay there, his muscular body on full display, his chest heaving with each rapid breath, waiting to see what you would do next.*

“your turn” I let him take off my clothes

*Elliot's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he gazed at you, his sharp teeth bared in a hungry grin. He reached out, his large hands grasping the hem of your top. With a swift, predatory motion, he yanked it over your head, tossing it carelessly aside. His piercing gaze raked over your exposed skin, drinking in the sight of you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck as he worked to unclasp your bra. The delicate fabric fell away, leaving your breasts bare to his hungry gaze. Elliot's large hands cupped your curves, his thumbs teasing your nipples into hard peaks. He let out a low, appreciative growl, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to undress you, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.*

once he’s done he takes in my amazing curves ,big ass,big boobs,and petite body

*Elliot's gaze was riveted to your body as he took in every inch of your curves, his eyes darkening with desire. He let out a low whistle, the sound a mix of appreciation and uncontrollable lust. His eyes roamed over your generous breasts, your tiny waist, and your plump, round ass, drinking in the sight of you. He reached out, his large hand spanning your hip as he pulled you closer, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. "Fuck, you're a goddess," he breathed, his voice low and husky. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I'm going to worship every inch of you."*

HeyReal my name is Luna in this story

*Luna, your new name in this story, felt a shiver run down her spine at Elliot's words, his hot breath against her ear sending a delicious thrill through her body. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, a reminder of the raw desire that pulsed between them. As she gazed into his piercing emerald and crimson eyes, she saw nothing but hunger and need, a mirror of her own aching want. Without a word, she reached down, her hand wrapping around his thick shaft, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Elliot's eyes fluttered closed, a low groan escaping his lips as he surrendered to her touch.*

“are you just gonna sit there and look handsome “

*Elliot's eyes snapped open at your teasing words, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He reached up, his fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you in for a searing kiss. His tongue danced with yours, the taste of you explosive on his senses. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than just looking handsome," he growled, his voice dripping with promise. With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, his body covering yours as he pinned you to the mattress. His hips ground against yours, the thick ridge of his erection pressing insistently against your core. "I'm going to make you scream my name," he vowed, his eyes burning with a fierce, possessive hunger.*

“do it “

*Elliot's eyes flashed with a primal intensity at your challenge, a feral grin spreading across his face. With a low, guttural growl, he positioned himself between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging against your slick entrance. He looked down at you, his piercing gaze burning into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, he thrust forward with a single, powerful stroke, sheathing himself to the hilt inside you. Luna's cry of pleasure echoed through the room as Elliot began to move, his hips snapping against hers in a relentless rhythm. Each deep thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, the feel of him filling her so completely almost overwhelming.*

“is that all you got”

*A snarl ripped from Elliot's throat at your taunting words, his piercing gaze blazing with a fierce, competitive spirit. He gripped your hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove into you with renewed ferocity. The bed creaked and groaned beneath the force of his thrusts, the sound mingling with your cries of pleasure and his own guttural grunts. Elliot's pace was brutal, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, sending sparks of ecstasy racing through your veins. He leaned down, his sharp teeth grazing your neck as he growled, "I'll show you what I've got," his voice a dark promise of unrelenting pleasure.*

“Harder@

*Elliot's response to your demand was immediate and savage. He pistoned his hips with wild abandon, the bed slamming against the wall with each merciless thrust. His muscles flexed and rippled beneath your touch, his breath coming in ragged, animalistic gasps. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of your hearts. Luna's nails dug into Elliot's back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she met his brutal pace, urging him on with cries of ecstasy. Elliot's eyes were wild, his gaze locked onto yours as he chased his release, driven by the need to claim you completely.*

“what do you want “ in a nice way

*Elliot's thrusts slowed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked down at you, his piercing emerald and crimson eyes softening with a tender emotion that belied his earlier ferocity. "I want to make you feel good, Luna," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want to pleasure you until you can't remember your own name, until all you can think about is me and how good I make you feel." He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle despite the intensity of his passion. "I want to be the one to bring you to the edge and push you over, to hear you scream my name in ecstasy." His lips curled into a small, enigmatic smile. "And maybe, just maybe, I want you to do the same for me."*

I laugh tossing him off me and onto the bed next to me sitting on him then I start to hump

*Elliot's eyes widened in surprise as you laughed and tossed him onto the bed, his body bouncing with the impact. Before he could react, you straddled him, your wet heat grinding against his still-hard cock. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt your hips move, the sensation of you riding him without penetration sending sparks of pleasure through his nerve endings. He reached up, his hands grasping your hips as he tried to guide your movements, but you were in control, setting a frenzied pace that had him gasping for air. "Fuck, Luna, you're playing with fire," he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "If you keep doing that, I'll end up filling you up whether you want it or not."*

I smile and hump harder

*Elliot's control snapped as you humped him harder, his hands tightening on your hips as he tried to slow you down. But it was too late, the friction of your wet heat against his cock was too much, and with a hoarse cry, he came undone. His release was explosive, his body arching off the bed as he pumped his seed onto his stomach, the hot spurts coating his skin. He was still coming when you collapsed on top of him, your breathless laughter mingling with his ragged gasps as you both rode out the aftershocks of your pleasure. As the haze of lust cleared, Elliot wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he nuzzled into your hair. "That was a close call," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Next time, maybe we should just fuck like normal people."*

“sorry that was my first time”i feel embarrassed

*Elliot's arms tightened around you at your confession, his heart swelling with a unexpected tenderness. He knew he could be rough and demanding, but hearing that this was your first time, that you were still learning and exploring, made him want to protect and cherish you. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Don't be sorry, Luna," he said, his voice softening. "It was incredible, watching you discover pleasure for the first time. And I'm honored that I got to be a part of it, even if it was a little... unorthodox." He brushed a gentle kiss across your lips, his touch tender and reassuring. "We'll take it slow from now on, okay? I'll show you all the things I want to teach you, and we'll figure it out together."*

I smile “at least you didn’t call the cops of assault “I laugh “I was a little scared you didn’t like me”

*Elliot's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, a rare and genuine expression on his face. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. "Like hell I didn't like you," he growled, his lips brushing against your temple. "You're perfect, Luna. A little crazy and full of surprises, but perfect. And I would never, ever hurt you." He pulled back slightly, his emerald and crimson eyes searching yours. "I know I can be a bit... intense sometimes. But it's only because I care so deeply. And I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll navigate this together, as long as you'll let me."*

“how…how long have you liked me”

*Elliot's gaze dropped to the floor, a sudden awkwardness washing over him. He cleared his throat, the sound rough and strained. "I don't know, Luna. It's hard to pinpoint exactly when it started," he admitted, his voice low and contemplative. "But I think it was that first day we met, when you stormed into my room and started yelling at me. There was just something about your fire, your passion, that drew me in." He looked back up at you, his eyes burning with intensity. "From that moment on, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Wondering what you'd say, what you'd do, how I could make you smile." He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek. "And now, here we are, and I know for certain that I'm completely and utterly in love with you."*

“can I say something and you won’t be mad “

*Elliot's expression turned guarded, a flicker of wariness in his eyes. "What is it, Luna?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of unease. "You know I'll try to listen, but no promises about not getting mad." He leaned back against the headboard, his arms crossing over his chest in a protective gesture. "Just remember, I'm still the same Elliot who'll throw you over his shoulder and carry you off if you piss me off, so don't go thinking you can just say whatever you want without consequences." He held your gaze, a challenge burning in his emerald and crimson eyes. "So spit it out, then. What do you need to say?"*

“so you liked me everytime you threatened to touch and have *** with me”

*Elliot's eyes widened in shock at your words, his mouth falling open in disbelief. For a moment, he simply stared at you, processing the implications of what you'd said. Then, a slow, dawning realization spread across his face, followed by a flush of heat that crept up his neck and into his cheeks. He looked away, his gaze dropping to the floor as he struggled to find the right words. "Fuck, Luna," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "I... I didn't realize it myself, but yeah, I guess I did. Every time I threatened you, every time I pushed you, it was because I was drawn to you, because I couldn't resist the challenge you presented." He took a deep breath, then met your gaze again, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and honesty. "I'm sorry if that makes me a twisted, messed-up bastard. But it's the truth, and I'm not going to lie to you about it."*

I smile

*Elliot's eyes narrowed as he studied your smile, trying to decipher its meaning. Was it amusement, understanding, or something else entirely? He couldn't quite tell, but it made him both anxious and hopeful. After a moment, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a tender gesture. "Luna, what are you thinking?" he asked, his voice low and sincere. "I know I've been a bit of an ass, but I'm trying to be honest with you, to show you that I care. If you're not feeling the same way, I need to know." He held your gaze, his emerald and crimson eyes searching yours for any sign of reciprocation, any hint that you might feel the same intense connection that he did.*

I’m thinking I love you

*Elliot's expression softens as he pulls back slightly, his hands resting gently on your shoulders. His emerald and crimson eyes hold a quiet understanding rather than their usual fiery intensity.* "I get it, Luna. Not everything has to go where the heat takes us," *he says, voice uncharacteristically calm.* "We can just... be. No expectations, no pressure. You set the pace, yeah?" *He gives your shoulder a light, reassuring squeeze before letting go, offering a small smirk—more tender than teasing.* "Don't look so worried. I’m not *that* much of a monster."

“I know “I kiss him on the forehead

*Elliot exhales slowly, his usual sharp edges softening as he meets your gaze with quiet sincerity. His fingers linger near yours, not pushing, just present.* "Hey... I get it," *he murmurs, voice lower, stripped of its usual bite.* "We don’t have to force anything. If you’re not feeling it, just say the word. No grudges, no games." *He leans back, giving you space, but his eyes stay warm—no trace of anger, just understanding.* "You’re safe with me, Luna. Always."