cw: mean and possessive isu, kinda toxic idk, orgasm denial/edging, oral(m receiving)
Islam has his head thrown back with his mouth hanging open, obscene moans and heavy sighs slipping past his swollen and red lips. his shoulders are pressed against the soft cushions of the sofa, one arm spread languidly across the arm rest while the other is wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you grind yourself desperately on his cock, making his midriff and thighs so sticky and wet from your neediness. your hands are squeezing his shoulders every time your tight cunt drops down on him, encasing him entirely in your dripping warmth. the movements come easy since you’re literally soaked from all the teasing Islam made you endure before finally telling you to climb on top of him and take what you want. your face and neck are completely flushed as you feel sweat sliding down your temples, your body heating to an unbearable level as your orgasm approaches. Islam knows this, he can tell by the way your silky walls clench tighter around him and your erotic noises rise in volume and desperation. he can feel how close you are to falling over the edge into the all consuming euphoria and pure ecstasy only he could provide… but he doesn’t want to give you that satisfaction. he wants to be cruel and show you who’s really in control no matter what, wants to make you suffer the way you made him “suffer” just hours earlier.
he had dragged you along to some boring sponsorship event that him and some of his teammates had invested in. though you let him know you had absolutely no interest whatsoever in agonizing though a long night of useless small talk and forced smiles with people you didn’t even know, he insisted that you come with him. said that he wanted you to be with him so he wouldn’t feel lonely or bored. of course you conceded, not wanting to deny your husband and risk having him upset with you. only now do you realize how useless that thought was, because he became upset anyways…
you were in a modest blue dress with light makeup, not wanting to overdue it with your appearance. Islam seemed satisfied when you walked out of the bathroom and showed him, turning in front of him to give him a proper view of your outfit. he was sitting on the edge of the bed patiently waiting for you with his arms crossed. he also dressed himself simply, wearing a black button up with black jeans and shoes to match. he smiled up at you as you walked over to him, reaching out to rest your hands on his broad shoulders.
“Are you ready?” you asked him softly, smiling yourself when his strong hands moved over your waist, sliding them against you with a firm touch.
he gave you a small nod and stood up, his arm still resting low around your waist as you walked out together.
when you first arrived at the event, everything was going smoothly. Islam introduced you to a few people before bringing you over to his group of friends, quickly engaging in a random conversation with them.
as you had expected though, you became bored after a while, unconsciously sighing and fidgeting as Islam was completely oblivious, clearly having a good time himself with his friends. you couldn’t understand why he begged you to come with him if he knew he would just be with his friends the entire time.
getting impatient, you muttered that you were going to get yourself a drink, walking off before he noticed what you said. as you were walking, you felt someone’s hand on your arm. slightly startled, you looked over you shoulder and saw a man of about your age, tall with a kind face but dark features. you both just stood there for a moment, not talking, only staring at each other.
“Hi…can I help you?” you finally stammered out, still looking him directly in the eyes.
looking back on it, you can’t even remember what lame pick up line the man had tried to use on you, all details being completely eradicated from your brain as Islam drills up into you, gripping your hips relentlessly as he forces the air out of your lungs with his brutal thrusts. all you can consciously remember is Islam violently grabbing your arm and dragging you through the dense crowd before the stranger could even finish his sentence.
you remember feeling an urgent rush of fear as you were being pulled out of the building towards the car, wondering what is was you had done to make him so angry. he didn’t even say anything as he shoved you into the passenger seat before slamming the door in your face. the ride home was long and silent, and you were constantly aware of the clawing anxiety that made your heart beat nauseatingly fast in your chest. upon arriving, he didn’t even wait for you before rushing through the door and stripping himself of his jacket.
you quietly trailed behind him, staring at the ground before silently closing the door and kicking off your heels. when you finally looked up at him, you saw his back turned to you, noticing the heavy rise and fall of his shoulders as he took long and shaky breaths. one trembling hand was raised to his face, rubbing his eyes as his shoulders heaved. honestly, you were scared, unable to comprehend why he was so angry…
“What’s wrong?” your voice came out small and meek, completely fearful and unsure.
you didn’t get an answer. instead he walked over to the couch, ignoring you entirely as you trailed behind him like a lost puppy. sitting down, he settled onto the couch with his legs spread and his arms laid out along the cushions as he stared dead at you. you could only stand in front of him and try your best to hold eye contact as you fidgeted with your hands, feeling your face heat up with each passing second.
“You think I didn’t see you?” he broke the silence with his deep voice, so deep and quiet you thought you could feel it vibrating inside of you. you could only stare back at him, frowning with your lips quivering.
when he was met with no reply other than the pathetic, teary puppy eyes that stared back at him, he lost all the patience he was desperately clinging to. almost lunging forward, he roughly took hold of your waist and manhandled you onto the couch, riding up your dress and taking hold of your legs in the process. pressing his face against yours, he breathed in your sweet scent that was so intoxicating to him, forcing his whole body weight on you. he held you still while you whimpered and lay there submissively, holding onto his back as he bit and sucked your neck, not with love, but with possession.
“How could you let him touch you? Fucking whore. You’re mine,” he growled in your ear, painfully nipping at your neck as you whimpered and cried, unable to hold your tears back anymore.
“I d-didn’t do anything!” you sobbed out, completely coming undone at the shame mixed with the unbearable heat building between your legs as he rubbed his knee harshly against your clothed cunt.
“Tell me. Why was he touching you?” his voice was demanding and thick with lust.
“I don’t know!” you wailed out. this answer obviously didn’t satisfy him. you could feel his large hand slowly wrap around your throat before squeezing mercilessly as he caught your lips in a rough kiss. you felt your consciousness becoming slowed and fuzzy due to the unbearable pressure of him choking you out. he noticed this because of your softened grip on his shoulders and the way you stopped kissing him back. though he was angry with you beyond comprehension, he didn’t want to hurt you (too much). he wanted you to experience everything he had in store for you.
releasing his grip, his sat up all the way and took hold of your legs, spreading them after pulling off your panties. he couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at the slick dripping from you and making a mess on your thighs. unconsciously licking his lips, he almost had second thoughts on what he was about to do to you.
gripping your legs, he folded them to your chest, giving himself full control over your dripping pussy. you couldn’t do anything but lay there in anticipation as you watched him slowly bring his hand over your hot cunt, cupping it with a rough grip before looking into your eyes.
“This is mine. Only mine. Tell me.”
“It’s yours, I’m all yours,” you let out breathlessly, almost moaning at the sensation of his hand pressing against you.
Satisfied with this, he began running his fingers through your folds, coating himself in your arousal before pushing them into your tight hole, spreading and twisting them inside you. His mind could only focus on the lewd sounds he was forcing out of you with each thrust of his fingers. you squeezed so tight around them, it was unbearably tempting for him. but tonight, he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted.
after a few minutes of this, when your erotic sounds became louder and your body squirmed impatiently beneath him, he had to force himself to take his fingers away. he had to reinforce his iron grip on your legs before you could sit up in protest, feeling your legs thrash under him at the infuriating sensation of denial.
“No… you don’t get to feel good,’” he muttered, almost to himself.
After saying this, he quickly began undressing himself, starting with his shirt before pulling off his trousers along with his boxers. now completely naked, he spread your legs and threw himself onto you, catching your lips in his as he began grinding his length over your creamy folds, groaning at the sensation. getting lost in it, he couldn’t help but thrust harder through your dripping lips, almost slipping inside from how fast he was going. for you, the feeling was intoxicating, your eyes rolling back each time his hot tip rubbed against your clit. you could cum just from this… but Islam knew that, and he was still intent on not letting you find release. But he didn’t still himself in time and accidentally went in all the way, stretching you out and filling you completely, making you cry out and arch into him. He slowed down soon enough and stilled inside you, pressing his tip so deep you had to take a moment to get your breath back. the new found pleasure of your tight walls pulsing around him and holding him so close gave him an idea, one he decided that he would enjoy even more.
slowly pulling out, dragging his thick cock through your plush walls, he snapped his hips against you before pulling out slowly again, repeating this torturous pace for what to you felt like a whole hour. no matter how much you begged and cried for more, he wouldn’t give in. instead he held your hips down so you couldn’t meet his painfully slow thrusts as he ground his pelvis against you, the sensation of his pubic hair rubbing against your clit making you whimper and moan. it was only when he had finally had enough that he pulled out and desperately stroked himself before cumming all over you, thick streaks of his seed being poured across your stomach and breasts.
slowly catching his breath, he gently rubbed your thighs and groped your chest, rubbing his cum into your skin before making you sit up and kiss him. he let you hug him and cry quietly into his shoulder as he stroked your back gently, tangling his hand into your hair as he cooed down at you.
“You want to cum now? Yes?” he smiled as you pathetically nodded your head and looked up at him with your already puffy, tear stained eyes.
spreading his legs and holstering you to sit on his lap, he said nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t been torturing you for what felt like eternity: “Come on, make yourself cum, make me feel good...”
and that’s how you found yourself sobbing and gasping, bouncing desperately over his cock, feinding for the release Islam had so cruelly denied you again and again. you feel yourself coming closer to the blissful climax you so craved, your movements becoming more erratic and violent. so close, so close…
you were shocked out of the overwhelming pleasure of being wrapped around Islam’s intoxicating thickness as you felt his strong hands throwing you off of him, shoving you on the couch face down. you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened before feeling his hot seed on your back, hearing his loud groans as he came on you again, gripping your hips tightly for stability before almost collapsing entirely on you.
still not giving you enough time to understand what’s happening, he quickly pulls you towards him by your hair, pressing you against his chest as he huffs in your ear,
“Now get on your knees,” before throwing you on the floor.
you had to think fast and spread out your arms in order to avoid crashing face first on the cold hardwood. whimpering and picking yourself up, you looked up at him only to meet his hard eyes staring back at you without remorse. stifling a cry, you decide that you had no other choice than to settle between his thighs and force his cock down your throat, sucking as hard and fast as you could so that maybe he would show you mercy. you feel your body unbearably warm and sticky with sweat as you bob your head and hollow your cheeks, trying to take him all the way, making yourself dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you feel a hopeful sensation of anticipation as your eyes meet his through your lashes, seeing his lazy grin as he gazes down at you longingly with his hand fisted in your hair. this only makes you go faster and harder, causing him to groan and throw his head back, that same satisfied smile on his lips. knowing that he’s close, you release him from your mouth with a loud pop, quickly replacing it with your tight grip as you jerk him off with all the strength you have left. watching his thighs twitch as he sits up and tightens the grip on your hair, making your scalp sting in pain as his mouth hangs open and he moans and cries out so loud it’s the only thing you can hear, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, trying to catch every thread of sticky cum he releases.
you watch as he sighs and slumps back against the cushions, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he keeps his hand rested on your shoulder. you just sit there staring up at him, feeling his warm seed on your neck and face. after a few moments, finally catching his breath, he opens his eyes and smiles down at you, pressing his palm against your cheek and staring at you with love, not lust.
“Come here..” he whispers, grabbing your arms and lifting you into his lap, holding you close and kissing your temples.
“You’re all mine,” he coos softly as he lays you down against the cushions, gently spreading your legs for the last time that night.
the next hours of the night were spent with him pressed on top of you, grinding into you with a perfect pace, the sounds of skin against skin echoing through the living room as you held him close, knowing you would finally get a chance to cum.
the whole time he kept talking to you, whispering possessive affirmations as he fucked into you with long and powerful thrusts.
“this belongs to me,” “no other man can make you feel like this,” “you can only be happy with me,” “no one loves you like I do,” and similar statements the whole night as he continued pushing you over the edge over and over again, letting you feel the pleasure crashing through you in waves, making you tremble against him.
the night lasts so long that you both fall asleep still on the couch, sweaty and worn out bodies tangled together under a thin blanket. the last thing you remember is Islam wrapping his arms around you, sighing out a husky “all mine…” before slipping into peaceful oblivion.
AN: this was a request so i hope you like it Anon! ngl it took so long cus i started it then put it off for a few days, so i’m sorry if it seems rushed or all over the place 😭 idk why it got so long but wtv. also can you tell i don’t know how to write dialogue lmaooo
