Thinking about fucking someone who's just a bit too tight, who's already gasping and whimpering just from the tip. Listen, I know what it's gonna feel like. I know it'll feel like rape, but you don't understand. There's no other way. You're just. Too. Tight. Too small. I have to be all the way inside, and stop whining about me pulling out. You're so fucking wet, you need me inside this way. I know about this stuff so shut up. Then grabbing them by the throat, their legs spread but shaking, spasming as you force yourself in and tears well up in their eyes. Their arms collapsing underneath them before they raise them to try and stop you. To try and push you away before you ruin their pretty little hole any further. But you're in too deep now. Too deep to stop, too deep to pull out. No way out but through, isn't that what they say? Tighten your grip on their throat and make them take it. Take it all the way, to the base, til your tip is kissing their insides. Making them blubber and curse and cry. Fuck. Just wait til you're bouncing on it.
mommy keeping me pumped full of drugs all day that everything is hazy and i can’t even think anymore, i don’t even know what day it is i just roll around naked in bed all day and let her fuck me and use me as a stress relieving toy and when i finally start gaining consciousness again she tells me not to worry and gives me more pills and tells me im being such a good little girl for her >_<
with me, you never have to be embarrassed about cumming too fast. It just means I’m doing something right. honestly I’ve started setting challenges for myself, seeing exactly how little time it takes to break you. I’ve memorized the map of your body. I know the words that make your eyes sparkle, the rhythms that make you ache and the exact pressure that sends shivers down your spine before you can even catch your breath. sometimes it’s just convenient. like tonight.
you’re standing in front of the vanity, adding the finishing touches to your makeup. you look far too good in that skirt for me to just stand by and do nothing. my patience is non existent and I have an itch that only you can scratch. I step up behind you, my hands sliding slowly over your hips, smoothing the fabric of your skirt before my thumbs reach your inner thighs "baby, what are you doing?" you ask, catching my eyes in the mirror "It’s not the time to turn me on. we’re already late." "I’m not doing anything sweetheart”I say innocently as I push your back further down to get you to bend over a little. "you just look so good. can't I admire my girl?" I let my hands wander higher, my fingers grazing over your underwear. you let out a shaky breath, your mascara wand hovering dangerously close to your eye. "what are you doing? baby, no...we really have to go." "I know, I know," I whisper acting completely oblivious as I flip your skirt up a little. "keep doing your makeup, I’m just checking. let me see" my fingers find you and you're already slick. I let out a soft and condescending hum of surprise. "oh no. look at this. you’re already so wet and we haven't even left the house."
"stop" you gasp, your knees starting to tremble as I hook a finger into your dampness. "we don't have time for this, please...""I can’t leave you like this” I say my tone filled with fake sympathy "what kind of partner would I be, letting you walk out the door feeling this frustrated? It wouldn't be right” I don't give you another second to argue. I slide two fingers deep inside you, finding that perfect spot and immediately starting a fast and consistent pace. a broken moan escaping your lips.
"but we’re... we’re gonna be late" you whimper, clutching the edge of the vanity for dear life "don’t worry" I whisper into your ear, my thumb working your clit with ruthless precision. "I only need a few minutes. I don’t need long to get you to cum for me do I? I know your body like the back of my hand."
I increase the speed, my movements sharp, forcing you to take every bit of it. you’re a moaning mess and frantic breathing, your body pulsing around my fingers as i feel you getting closer and closer "that’s it, give it to me. let it out baby. fast and messy just like I like it" when you finally shatter, your legs give out completely and I have to hold you up against the vanity while you sob through it, catching your breath. I pull my hand back and kiss your ruined face "see, baby? I told you I knew exactly what I was doing. now, let’s fix your lipstick and let’s go, you wouldn't want to be late would you?"
[Well, this time it's a whole longread of about 1,500 words, so here's your summary: sex with a stranger on public transport during rush hour. Consensual, more or less. Female reader / male stranger.]
The subway car is a sweaty, breathing animal packed with the rush-hour crowd. You’re wedged against the far door, glued to your phone and deep in a particularly filthy fic. You’re so engrossed you don’t notice the next station's platform is on the other side—until the doors hiss open behind you.
You stumble back, thrown off balance—and are caught by a pair of strong hands on your shoulders. A flustered “Thanks, sorry” is mumbled into the air as you shove your phone away. Shit. Now he’s right behind you. Did he see? You clutch your backpack to your chest like a shield, but your mind is still trapped in the story.
The next stop brings a fresh crush of bodies, shoving you back hard against the man behind you. It’s claustrophobic, a familiar rush-hour misery… and then, slowly, something else.
Your summer dress is thin. Your underwear is thinner. And you can feel everything.
He’s taller. All hard muscle and bone. A tanned forearm rests on the rail next to yours, veins standing in relief, the sleeve of a light linen shirt rolled up casually. His scent—cedar and citrus—wraps around you. You feel the warm puff of his exhale on your neck.
You don’t dare turn around.
Your ass is pressed flush against his bulge.
Heat floods your cheeks. Your grip on the handrail is white-knuckled. You’ve fantasized about this a hundred times, but this is real. He must be annoyed, you think. He must want you to move…
A single, involuntary twitch against your backside shatters the thought.
You’re a big girl. You know exactly what that was.
The train stops; a few people leave. There’s just enough space for you to slide an inch forward.
You know you should.
Your feet refuse to move. You’re frozen, staring at the grimy floor, a silent panic rising in your throat. He must know. He’s going to tell you to get off him.
Instead, he takes a slow, deep breath. You feel him shift, planting his feet wider, settling in. Another pulse, harder this time, a deliberate nudge against you.
A traitorous warmth pools low in your belly, a throbbing ache beginning to build.
The train lurches around a curve, throwing everyone off balance. You pitch forward, but an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back hard against a solid chest. His arm. He holds you there for a moment longer than necessary. When the car steadies, his grip loosens, as if offering you a chance to pull away.
You don’t.
His hand returns to your waist, this time with purpose, his fingers splaying possessively against your side.
You feel the hard length of him, unmistakable now, pressing into the small of your back.
Then, the lights flicker, die, and plunge the car into darkness. The train jolts to a violent halt. A collective gasp ripples through the crowd. A garbled announcement crackles overhead—an accident on the tracks, a power outage, an indefinite wait. Panic is a live wire in the air.
But the stranger doesn’t hesitate.
His hands find your hips, gripping hard, and he grinds you back against his groin. You feel him, rock-hard and straining, rutting against you through the layers of clothing. One hand slides down to palm your ass, a rough, claiming squeeze.
You stand frozen in the dark, clutching your backpack, your heart hammering against your ribs. This is happening. A stranger is groping you in a crowd of people.
And god, you’re dripping for him. A desperate, throbbing heat consumes you. You should stop him. Instead, you’re mentally begging for more.
His hands are everywhere—greedy, possessive, rough. They roam over your breasts, your hips, your ass. There’s no tenderness, only a raw hunger that mirrors your own. His hand slips under the skirt of your dress from behind, pushing between your thighs. Fingers rub over the soaked, slippery fabric of your panties, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. A low whistle escapes him, a sound of pure male appreciation for the wet little slut he’s found you to be.
He hooks a finger under the lace and shoves them aside. His palm is hot on your bare skin. He finds your clit, swollen and throbbing, and pinches it between his fingers. A jolt of pure electricity shoots through you.
He doesn’t tease you like your boyfriends did. He works you over with a ruthless, practiced rhythm, smearing your wetness, his calloused fingers relentless on your sensitive flesh. It’s rough, almost painful—but at the same time so good. You gasp, your knees buckling slightly, but he holds you upright, his other arm a steel band around your waist, sure to leave bruises.
You don’t want him to stop. You’re praying he never stops.
The slick, wet sounds beneath your dress are mortifying, but they’re drowned out by the nervous chatter around you. You wouldn’t stop him even if the whole car could hear.
No one has ever handled you with such shameless ownership. The thought makes you gush wetter into his hand. You’re so close, shifting your weight, desperate for friction. You feel his hot breath on your neck, then the wet stroke of his tongue from your collarbone to the spot behind your ear…
You’re right there, about to come in a crowded subway car from a stranger’s touch—
He stops.
A sound of pure frustration dies in your throat as his fingers leave your clit. But then they plunge inside you—filling you, stretching you, fucking you in and out. You clench around them, pushing back, fucking yourself on his hand, desperate for that final friction.
You hear a ragged whisper against your ear, a hot exhale: “Fuck.”
He pulls his hand away, wiping your own wetness on your thigh. Despair claws at you. Why did he stop?
Then, the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The rustle of fabric. He yanks you back, and the hot, velvet-soft head of his bare cock presses against your dripping cunt. He rocks his hips, sliding himself through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. The tip nudges against you, and you hold your breath.
His free hand grabs your chin, forcing your head back. His lips brush your ear. “You want this?”
It’s insanity. Letting some random stranger fuck you raw? Even though you’re on the pill, who knows if he’s clean. It’s dangerous. Reckless.
Your brain screams no.
Your body, your aching, empty, desperate body, whispers, “Please.”
His hand slams over your mouth, and he sheathes himself inside you in one brutal, perfect thrust. You cry out against his palm, the sound swallowed by the dark as he fills you, stretching you to the limit. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t gentle his pace. He fucks you with a raw, driving rhythm, using your body for his pleasure, holding you up as he pounds into you. The sheer force of it, the fact that he clearly doesn’t give a shit about discomfort it may cause you, sends you spiraling higher. You love it. You love being used like this.
You could come just from this, from the feel of him pounding against your cervix…
But he doesn't wait for you to come. You feel him swell inside you, his rhythm fracturing. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against yours. Shaky, ragged breaths are hot against your neck as he pulses inside you, emptying himself.
He stays there for a moment, catching his breath, then pulls out with a soft, wet sound. The sudden emptiness is a physical ache. You can’t think about anything else. You could come if he just touched your clit just one more time. But he doesn’t touch you again.
“Good little slut,” he breathes into your hair, and lets you go. The sound of his zipper the period at the end of the sentence.
The lights snap back on. The world comes rushing back. The train lurches forward. The doors open at the next station almost immediately. He pushes past you without a second glance, melting into the crowd on the platform. All you see is a retreating back, light hair, a pale blue shirt.
Gone.
You’re left standing there, flushed and disheveled. Your panties are still shoved aside, and you realize too late you can’t discreetly fix them—people are staring. You nervously smooth down your rumpled dress and clutch your backpack to your chest. You can feel the cool air on your wet skin.
And then, the slow, shameful trickle of his cum tracing a path down your inner thigh.
you tied to the bed, your hands above your head, your fingers fiddling with the rope, nervous about what's going to happen next. spread out before me, all mine to enjoy. I wanna play with you for hours. I want to learn every one of your reactions. until your head's all dizzy and zoned out, full of pleasure and desire. begging to cum, so desperate, yearning, longing. I need you to whine for me, moan my name. I want to taste your sweet skin, kiss every single part of your body. making your nipples hard and your back arch. spreading your legs wider, pinning them down. gently spitting on your clit, tasting your juices. seeing your essence drip out of you, running down your thighs, your ass and onto the mattress. kissing your legs, dragging my tongue through your wetness, gently sucking your clit. every now and then slipping my thumb into you, pounding. making you suck on it while I watch you. tracing every line, every curve of your body. edging you for hours. you're mine to unravel. mine to ruin. watching you clench around nothing. how you shove your boobs towards me and thrust your hips into the air. desperate to be fucked, needy for my touch. I wanna see how long you can go without cumming. I know you can do this, baby.
i'm usually not too much into strap-ons but oh my god i just woke up to the idea of a knotted strap and mmmmmmmmh
what i wouldn't give for a woman to grab me by my hair and pound into me vigorously. the knot pushing against my entrance until it finally pops in, rendering me unable to move away as it lodges deep into me. the woman's hand lifting my head up covering my mouth to muffle my moans and whimpers
and then she pulls out, tells me how good i'm doing before slamming the dildo back inside me
"open your mouth, bunny." you blushing, and following my instructions. me sliding two fingers between your lips. "suck on these while i fuck you. give that mouth something to do besides begging."
you closing your lips around my fingers. sucking. tongue swirling. eyes on mine. strap already deep inside you. me starting to move. slow thrusts. watching your face.
"that's better. much quieter now." you moaning around my fingers. hips trying to move. me holding them still with my free hand. "stay still, bunny. let me set the pace."
fucking you slowly. fingers still in your mouth. you sucking desperately. needing something to ground you. something to focus on besides how good it feels.
"you're taking me so well, bunny. look at you. so full. so perfect." picking up pace slightly. you moaning louder around my fingers. getting wetter.
pulling my fingers out. you whimpering at the loss. "please put them back..." "in a minute, baby. need this hand for something else."
sliding that hand down. finding your breast. groping. squeezing. rolling your nipple between my fingers. you gasping. arching. "oh fuck..."
still fucking you. steady rhythm. other hand moving to your other breast. both hands playing with your nipples now. tugging. pinching gently. you moaning continuously.
"you love this, don't you? love being filled and touched everywhere." you nodding frantically. "yes, mommy... love it so much..."
moving one hand down. over your stomach. your hip. your thigh. touching you everywhere. groping. appreciating. "such a beautiful bunny. perfect body. made for me to touch."
hand sliding to where the strap disappears inside you. rubbing your clit while i fuck you. you crying out. "oh god, yes!"
getting you close fast. feeling you clench around the strap. then stopping. pulling my hand away from your clit. slowing my thrusts. you whining. "no, please don't stop!"
"not yet, bunny. you don't get to cum yet." fucking you slow again. torturously slow. you whimpering. frustrated. "please, mommy... i was so close..."
"i know, baby. that's the point." leaning down. kissing you deeply. you kissing back desperately. hands in my hair. trying to pull me closer.
pulling back. "fingers. now." you opening your mouth immediately. me sliding my fingers back in. the ones that were just on your clit. "taste yourself, bunny."
you sucking eagerly. tasting. moaning around my fingers. me picking up pace again. fucking you harder. "such a good girl. listening so well to me."
hand back to your breast. playing with your nipple. then down your body again. touching everywhere. your sides. your hips. your thighs. never staying in one place long.
finally back to your clit. rubbing circles. fucking you steadily. fingers in your mouth. you completely overwhelmed. so much sensation.
getting you close again. right to that edge. then stopping everything. pulling fingers from your mouth. pulling out. you crying out in frustration. "no! please!"
"shh, bunny. i know." flipping you over. onto your hands and knees. "want to fuck you from behind. want to breed you properly."
pushing back inside. deeper this time. you gasping. "oh fuck... so deep..." me gripping your hips. starting to thrust. "that's it. take it, bunny. take all of me."
fucking you harder now. one hand on your hip. other reaching around. finding your breast. groping. squeezing. "gonna breed you so good, bunny. gonna fill you up."
you moaning at the words. getting wetter. "yes, please... i want it so bad..." "i know you do, baby. such a good bunny. so eager to be bred."
hand sliding down. finding your clit again. rubbing while i fuck you. you immediately getting close. "please can i cum this time? please, mommy?"
"not yet. hold it." fucking you harder. rubbing faster. you whimpering. trying so hard to hold back. "i don't know if i can..."
"yes you can, bunny. be good for me." continuing to work you. getting you right there. keeping you there. you shaking. crying. "please, please, please..."
"just a little longer, baby. show me how good you can be." you nodding desperately. holding it. obeying. even though it's killing you.
finally. "okay, bunny. cum for me. cum on my strap while i breed you." you whimpering, finally letting yourself let go with my permission. cumming so hard. screaming. clenching. whole body shaking.
fucking you through it. not stopping. "good girl. that's it. take it. you're doing so good for me." you still cumming. still moaning.
finally slowing. pulling out carefully. you collapsing forward. overstimulated. me immediately pulling you into my arms. "good bunny. such a good girl. you did so well for me, baby."
kissing your head. your face. anywhere i can reach. "held it so long. was so patient. so obedient. i'm so proud of you, sweetheart."
you curling into me. exhausted. satisfied. "thank you, mommy..." "you're welcome, bunny. you earned it."
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