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Your mother kissed your cheek, her painted nails tickling your face when she smothers you in joyful and excited kisses. She had a diner date with her husband, your stepdad König, and she was boiling with enthusiasm that left you feeling tired and unsettled.

“Oh, don’t worry, hun,” she cooed, bringing you into her arms to smooth your - what she thought to be - fear of being home alone without her or your pet. “Kim promised he’d watch over you for tonight, I know how well you get along so I’m sure everything’s going to be fine!”

You wanted to scoff, you weren’t a child anymore. You wanted to remind her that she often left you home alone to go on business trips or on dates that would somehow last the whole weekend. You didn’t need anyone to babysit you, especially at 24, and especially not someone like Horangi. Now, knowing that you’d have to entertain a guest and your stepdad’s best friend while they went on a date.

You thought of locking the doors while you waved them off, watching the car drive away, but he had a spare key to your house. So you sat in your room, with full intention of stay in the safety of your room without your furry friend. It wouldn’t long before he took care of everything home and came to yours.

The distinct sounds of socked feet thumping around your living room made you purse your lips, a deep frown when he stopped before your door and knocked. You couldn’t lock the door to your room, it had no lock, he could open the door and come in whenever he wanted and yet he decided to knock, a clear taunt at your helplessness.

“What is it?”

Rather than answering, Horangi pushed open the door and stepped in, crowding your bed as he drawled his way to you. He wore baggy pants and a compression shirt (he and König loved to wear them around the house), face bare of glasses or a mask, showing you the different scars that decorated his clean face.

“They’ll be gone for the night, König’s taking her to a hotel to let us have some….” He licked his lips, the corners lifting in a cruel smirk. “Peace and quiet.”

He loomed over you, warm body pressing you into the mattress, his cock already hard and grinding into your thigh. His grin and gleeful stare never left your face as his hands wandered over your stomach, slipping under your shirt to fondled with your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipple all the while he was rutting against your thigh.

“Let’s not disappoint, hmm?”