When on a relationship break, you decide to have a bit of fun at the bar, no friends, no Kyle, just you. But when your teasing reaches a certain point and Kyle witnesses it, he decides that two can play this game...
Cw: 18+ mdni, Possessive!Kyle, Kyle is not nice, Kyle and reader and both slightly toxic, reader being called names (pathetic, whore), public sex (public toilet), orgasm denial, mentions of drugs (a plug is mentioned once), reader flirts with a stranger, implied on and off relationship, reader is lowkey bratty, walk of shame lol, lmk if I forgot anything else
You had a fight with Possessive!Kyle, reason irrelevant, but you ended up having a break. Not a breakup— just a break. But he still went to the pub his plug told him you were sighted at "to rewind" and keep an eye on you.
The moment he got there, his eyes scanned the area to catch your figure, expecting to find you at the bar alone or with a friend, instead his eyes caught sight of you hitting on a man, a stranger.
Your dress had a low neck line, showing a lot of cleavage and the man's disgusting eyes were dragging down your body in hunger and filth. Kyle saw red, you were his and his only, and he made sure to make that clear.
He strides to where you were located at the bar, legs moving with purpose and precision, grips your wrist firmly and drags you away from the not-so civil conversation you were having and into the pub toilet.
The space was small, barely taking the two of you. He slams the door and locks it whilst ignoring your protests of 'What the fuck, Kyle?' and 'I was having a conversation! You can't just do that-' yada yada yada, he just had to shut you up himself.
And so he turns you around so you can see your reflection in the crooked dirty toilet mirror, eyebrows scrunched up in semi-anger and arousal, hands placed on the sink for support and neckline so low you could nearly see your areolas from this position.
Heat crept up your spine, wondering if this is what the man was seeing for the past thirty minutes. He probably thought you a whore, but it's too late to ponder about that now. Kyle already caught you and he was pissed from the looks of it.
It was his non-verbal way of showing you how well he can fuck you up.
He bunches the dress skirt that was barely there up your thighs and traces the lines of your lacy knickers, "My favorite too. You knew what you were doing, huh?" his voice whispers with a hit of mockery there, the smell of musk and whiskey faintly waving off of him. "Probably wanted that fucker to be here instead. Bend you over, fuck you senseless, hm?" his voice was full of anger, the words seeping through your skin, bones and settling into the marrow.
You turn your head slightly to look at him as he kneads your supple flesh in his hand. "What a frickin' view, luv" a lazy smile grazes his lips, showing his white pearls. "Fuck you, Kyle" a small pout of frustration forms on your lips. You felt called out, exposed, humiliated.
Kyle places his hand on the back of your neck and pushes your head to lean on the mirror, making you grip the dirty, unhygienic sink tighter "Oh that I will, luv. No rush, hm?" He leans his head beside yours, lips grazing the shell of your ear before whispering darkly, all amusement leaving his tone "Thought I'd remind ya who you belong to, luv. Since it seems as if you have forgotten."
A shiver ran down your spine and straight to your throbbing clit, anticipation and excitement washing over your body. Sure he was an asshole, and sure you were on a break, but that never means you'll leave him or lie with another. But you'd rather die than admit that now, so instead you bare your teeth at him slightly. "You don't own me." You bite at him, voice filled with irritation and a hint of pain.
Kyle hums in amusement and snakes his hand to your front, pressing a firm finger atop your throbbing nerves between your legs, making you shiver and throw your head forward slightly.
"But you're wet already." he says it so casually, like a fact, like its common knowledge, which in this case it is.
He finally yanks your panties to the side, exposing your entrance to the cold air, and traces a finger through your plush folds and straight to your clit. The mixture of friction and cold air exposed to your pussy has you buckling back at him and whining, the sound filthy and disgusting making him chuckle.
"What a whore." He tuts and lets his index finger circle your entrance to collect your slick just to slide it over to your clit and repeat.
Your hips move with his fingers, eyes shutting and breath quickening. Kyle knows what he's doing, he's not denying you fully, yet not giving you quite the satisfaction. His fingers are just present there, "Greedy."
He clicks his tongue when your hand reaches back to stall his movement just so you can grind properly. His fingers lace around your wrist and pin it to the mirror in front of you softly "Patience, luv. Keep your hands to yourself," you whine in response, frustration simmering beneath your skin and your face feeling hot from all the tension.
His fingers come back to your core, tracing the slit so agonizingly slow, your body was barely getting oxygen at this point, your pants fogging up the mirror in front of you and your back arching in hopes of getting any source of proper friction, having his fingers hovering not quite doing the job, just like an animal in heat, just how Kyle likes it.
After fifteen long minutes of teasing that felt like agony, Kyle finally presses a finger inside your dripping hole, the penetration feeling so delicious and good after all the ridicule he had you go through, and the moan you let out was so whorish and raw that you're pretty sure the whole pub heard you. And that's probably what Kyle was after, for the whole pub to know who you belonged to.
"Fuck, luv. So frickin' perfect for me, aren't ya'?" His grin reflected in the mirror, meeting your tired hooded eyes that can barely stay open.
"More, Kyle." a sigh escapes your lips and another moan fights its way from your vocal cords, all shame leaving your body when he curls his finger just right, the tip grazing the spongy wall you can't reach so easily with your own digits.
"All of this from one finger?" he chuckles, voice low with amusement, "Pathetic." he spat out, voice dark and filled with something that's not quite lust, but more possessive.
"You're always good for me, right?" He smiles that disgustingly sweet smile he always gives you when you're ruined and all you could do is nod your head pathetically. Though he wasn't feeling nice today, "Use your words." His free hand gripped your hair and pulled your head back, a small broken sound leaving your throat at the slight sting in you scalp.
"Y-yes, Kyle! Just for- ah- y-you!"
You didn't care that you still had an unfinished drink out there, or that the whole pub and that irrelevant man most probably heard your moans by now, all you wanted was to fucking cum, which Kyle made so fucking hard with how he maintained the slow and agonizing speed of his fingers. When did he even add another? You were probably too lost in pleasure to feel it slipping in.
Kyle's pace gradually sped up, making you roll your eyes and mumble a series of 'yes yes yes's and just when you were about to come over the edge, your voice turned hoarse and you were babbling incoherent nonsense of 'i-i'm about to c-cum!' his fingers disappeared.
His whole body disappeared, nowhere near you. No heat radiating into you, no hand gripping your neck or pushing your back into a deeper arch or even fingers inside you for god's sake.
Orgasm denied.
You quickly turn around, a scowl finding its way into your features once more to find Kyle with a smug smirk on his stupid face. Then he stretches his lips to the disgustingly sweet smile you hate, eyes wrinkling sightly at the corners.
"What the fuck, Garrick?!" You spat out, turning around to face him and pushing his at chest, tears finding their way into your eyes out of frustration, but you wouldn't dare let them fall in front of him.
"This 's supposed to be a punishment, sweetheart. Not my fault you enjoyed it too much." he emphasized the nickname, a chuckle escaping his cords. He extends his clean hand to catch your wrist, halting your movement when you move to smack his chest again.
"Fix yourself, Luv. We're going home." and by home he means his flat, and with that he's out of the toilet, fingers plucked between his lips as he sucks his fingers clean, letting your sweet arousal coat his tongue.
You turned around and briefly looked at yourself in the mirror. Hair a mess, mascara a mess, clothes a mess. Gosh, you hated yourself, and you hated Kyle even more. Cocky bastard.
You bent down and washed your face, trying to cool down your sizzling nerves and heated face. You grabbed a paper towel, wiped beneath your eyes at the black mess there and trashed it at the bin beneath the sink.
You took a deep breath, trying to not overthink what happened just now, because if you do you'll stay here all night refusing to leave the new sanctuary.
The walk from the pub to the car was agonizing, the walk of shame was unbearable; your drink was no longer at the bar, meaning the barmaid wasted it, the pub wasn't quiet, yet it wasn't as noisy as when you disappeared. The guy you were talking to prior just gave you a quick glance before quickly turning towards the new chick he found, already realized you're not available.
You reached the pub exit where Kyle is waiting, your purse and phone in hand. "Ready, sweetheart?" You wanted to curse him out, embarrass him in front of everyone just how he did you.
Maybe if you've actually came it probably wouldn't feel this humiliating, but it's on you after all for trusting Kyle when he gave you that tooth rotting smile and didn't even kiss you. You should've seen this coming, but what can you do now but suck it all up?
You quietly followed him outside the pub and into the car, slipping in when he opened the door for you. If he hadn't just denied you your orgasm, you would've thanked him or blushed at the thoughtful gesture, instead you settled on the car seat in complete silence.
The door on his side open and he climbs in, casually closing the door and inserting the key in the ignition lock, "You're silent, unlike you." He comments casually as he revives the engine, his hand placed behind your headrest to reverse the car out of the parking lot.
"And whose fault is it?" You reply, but there was no bite in it, only defeat and some sort of disappointment.
Kyle glances at you silently and smiles to himself, but you catch a glimpse of it, the fucker thinks he tamed you. He'll see next time, you'll edge the fuck out of him.
While you were planning your revenge, he moves his hand from the gear stick to place it on your thigh, his palm warm and calloused, making you snap out of your thoughts.
You didn't get a chance to comprehend the touch before he's lifting your dress and tugged on your panties "Off." his voice carried something different now, something dark and real, unlike his meaner sarcastic undertone earlier.
You look at him in confusion, and he raises a brow "Don't you want to cum, sweetheart?" he asked, lust coating his words.
You quickly took your panties off, discarding them on the footwell before spreading your legs a bit wider for him, exposing your glistening pussy to him, making him chuckle and rotate the wheel to take the road with the least amount of red lights, wanting to get home asap to deal with you.
The locker room had steadily emptied while you waited for Kyle to get out of the shower. Scrolling on your phone idly as you sat on the bench near his locker. Only glancing up when you heard Kyle's voice rounding the corner.
He looked good. Obviously. Skin still damp and glistening under the fluorescents. Towel slung dangerously low on his hips. Head turned to the side mid conversation.
Then your eyes drifted to who he was talking to. Then drifted lower. Johnny, no towel at all. Cock swinging heavy between his legs without a care in the world. Towel uselessly hanging over his shoulder. Hair curling over his chest dripping with water, slicking down his happy trail all the way to the base of his cock. Jesus christ. Kyle was a treat in itself, but this was actually making your mouth water. You couldn't stop yourself from staring. And unfortunately it wasn't long before they caught sight of you as well.
"Ye like wha' ye see?" Johnny grinned.
Obviously you were quick to turn away. Growing tense as you watched him near in your peripheral.
"Ye cannae get all shy on me now..."
You slowly turned your head. Eye level with his cock. Close enough to see the veins raised below the velvety skin. Johnny thrust his hips into the air gently so it bounced. Making your stomach twist with need. Subconsciously leaning just a little closer.
"Nosy wee whore..." Johnny muttered. Thrusting again so this time his cock dragged against your cheek. Laughing at your surprised expression.
He gripped the base of his cock. Slapping the half hard length against your face. Only laughing louder at the blissed out expression on your face.
"See how far the runt can throat it..." Kyle ordered somewhere to your left. His own towel now dropped. Fisting his cock. Normally you'd be desperate to get a peek. But for now you were far too preoccupied.
This is the man people are gagging over...? On top of being someone who uses his platform to spread harmful zionist IDF propaganda and giving voices to industry abusers and predators of women, he looks...like that 🤢
Jon Bernthal is proof that you can be ugly inside and out but as long as you're a man in Hollywood there would still be people supporting you 🥴
❀ frank who loves nothing more than the sight of your hands wrapped around his chubby cock, your thumb carressing his tip covered in a mixture of precum and drool. tears pricking from your eyes as he hits the back of your throat. you look up at him with a half lidded expression pressing kisses against his shaft, pure admiration as he wiped your face. “such a pretty color you picked out for your old man too...” he’d say mesmerized by the cute nails you’d do. if you looked this good with his big dick in your mouth he could only imagine how his sweet girl would look covered in his cum!
Lovergirl thoughts..Reader riding Jack Abbot while wearing his dog tags
(Inspired by this blurb by @abbotsangel)
Warning(s): unprotected sex (p in v), riding, dirty talk, creampie, daddy kink, Jack being turned on by your wearing his dog tags
“Come on, baby. Fuck, you look so pretty for me,” Jack groans out, his strong hands grasping your hips tighter as you bounce up and down on his length. The distinct sounds of your hips colliding against his are the only thing that fills the space of the living room. Jack had come home after another long and grueling shift at the Pitt. Hours and hours of fatigue coursed through the older man’s body, along with the irritating pinch of pain from standing on his leg all day.
The only thing on Jack’s mind was the scalding hot water from the shower and being able to lie next to you in bed. He expects to find you still peacefully sleeping in bed and cuddling his pillow to your chest. You had quite the knack of sleeping on Jack’s side of the bed while he was gone because you got lonely. It stings a certain part of the man’s heart to think about leaving his pretty girl all alone, but you never complained. You’d simply roll over to your side and wait for his body to sink next to yours.
You never asked him about how the shift was. You saved that for when Jack awoke and was more coherent. No, you understood the necessity of keeping work and personal life separate, so you rarely asked Jack about work unless prompted. It’s one of the things that he loves about you. Next, you would press your lips to his while mumbling a sleepy, “I love you” before curling into his side and falling asleep again.
However, Jack isn’t expecting to find you up and cooking breakfast at the stove. One of his old t-shirts from med school covers your frame, stopping mid-thigh. Jack loves to see you wearing his t-shirts. He especially loves it when you try to reach for something and the shirt follows suit and gives him an amazing view of your ass in those gorgeous panties.
You turn to greet him with that same smile that you had reserved only for him.
What makes Jack stop in his tracks is when his eyes zoom in on a specific item of his located on your body. He knows the dog tags like the back of his hand. He always kept them seated on his dresser, and he’d occasionally wear them on a day where he needed to feel more grounded. However, seeing you in his dog tags is doing something very nefarious to his heart and his dick.
Which leads to this exact moment.
Jack watches the way that the dog tags bounce in rhythm with your tits. The metal pressed against your skin feels cooling as sweat trails down your frame.
‘Abbot
Jackson S.
0012291975
O Neg
NO PREFERENCE’
A deep groan leaves Jack’s chest at feeling your wet pussy clenching around his dick. You look like something out of his wettest dreams with the way that his tags are sitting so pretty against your gorgeous body. Jack’s hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls you down into a rough and sloppy kiss. You and Jack messily tongue each other down, with your teeth colliding with his. At the same time, the man urges your hips to keep moving against his.
Pulling back, Jack’s hazel eyes bore into yours. “You look so fucking pretty in my tags, baby. Who told you to look so fucking pretty?”
A loud moan tears from your chest at the man’s dirty words and his dick pressing against your spot.
“How long you been stealing my tags, sweet girl?” Jack asks, thrusting his hips up into yours. A scream leaves your mouth. It’s all so much and not enough at the same time. Your jaw drops as you continue gazing at Jack. Your brain is so mushy that you can’t fathom forming some coherent response right now.
A mocking pout forms on Jack’s face. “Awwww, my girl can’t think clearly. Am I making you feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy, you’re making me feel so good. So deep,” You whine, tears prickling at your lashes.
Jack leans up to bring his face closer to yours. For a brief moment, he brushes his nose against yours before pulling your body into a hug. The dog tags are smushed between your hot and sweaty bodies. Gripping your hips into his hands, Jack lifts you up and down onto his dick with the distinct sound of your pussy squelching between you. By now, a large wet stain decorates the couch from your slick running down Jack’s balls.
By having you so close, Jack’s grey pubic hair brushes against your already sensitive clit. The combination of everything is just too much for his pretty girl, and you find yourself exploding against him. Jack holds your trembling body close to his. He always loved to see and feel you cum because you had a knack for your entire body shaking throughout the process.
Your hot walls clenching around him trigger his own orgasm. He presses your hips firmly to the wall as hot spurts of his release cover your walls. Jack moans freely into the room as he continues cumming inside you. The load that he releases into your body is so big that it leaks out of your pussy and stains the couch further.
You both pant harshly against each other.
Jack looks up for a moment and laughs softly. During the course of your lovemaking, he had managed to knock your bonnet off. You reach up to touch your hair and laugh as well.
“Well, I guess we can check you ‘screwing me so hard that my bonnet comes off’ off the list,” You joke, a satisfied smile crossing your lips.
Jack chuckles. He looks down at your bare chests where the dog tags sit neatly. His fingers come up to grasp the tags. “What made you put these on?”
You shy away from his gaze until you feel him redirecting your gaze to his. “I just really miss you sometimes. I saw that you left them here, and I wanted to wear them to have you close to me. I hope that’s okay.”
Jack softens at your words.
“Hey, it’s okay with me, sweetheart. You can wear them whenever you want. Plus, they look way better on you than they did on me anyway.” He leans up to connect his lips to yours again. This time the kiss is a lot slower and softer. He bites your lip softly before pulling back to look at you.
“Besides, that just means that I get to keep fucking you in them.”
The soft side of submission is what most people explain badly. They make it sound weak. Or needy. Or like someone just wants to be controlled because they can’t handle themselves. Wrong. Sometimes submission is just the first quiet breath after holding everything together all day. It’s not always begging. Not always being used. Sometimes it’s being told to eat. To sleep. To stop overthinking. To put the phone down. To come closer. Sometimes it’s not losing yourself at all. It’s finally having somewhere safe to put the weight.
I’ve unfortunately gotten back into thebdsm subject. Ore specifically about how much of a brat I am and yeah it’s not doing me any good because my ass is single af and this is why I haven’t looked into this in the past few years. Anywya imma just go to sleep because it’s 10 and by go to sleep I mean watch criminal minds
