Forgotten In which Reader is infatuated with Halfdan and canât control herself. NSFW
Ivar
Alpha Modern biker AU. A/B/O. Reader helps out a club leader with a task. She gets more than she bargained for. NSFW
Alpha (Part Two)Â Modern biker AU. A/B/O. Someone goes missing after a certain death, Ivar and Reader have no choice but to find them for the greater good. NSFW
Better Ivar is sick and being needy, reader helps him feel better and when heâs all better, he makes sure to take care of her in return NSFW
Brat Ivar and reader DO NOT get along. At. All. The sons of Ragnar try to help them see eye to eye which leads to a very long night. NSFW
Caught In which Ivar catches his friend doing something naughty. NSFW
Forgiven Reader belongs to Ivar but at night he belongs to her. NSFW
Haunted Modern Au. A little Halloween fun leads to something spooky. NSFW
Liar Reader gets punished when he thinks her and Ubbe are getting a little too familiar. NSFW
Loyalty (Part One)Â Reader knows what Margrethe told Sigurd and wants her to pay for it with Ivarâs help. NSFW
Loyalty (Part Two)Â NSFW
Mercy Modern AU. This line of work has never been so stressful for Reader. When she gets mixed up with Ivar on a mission, things get a littleâŠinteresting. NSFW
Proud Modern AU. Reader needs some self defense and meets Ivar the trainer. NSFW
Trust Ivar wants to learn how to please a woman with readers help. NSFW
Underestimated Reader feels humiliated by Ivar and he has a way to make it up to her. NSFW
Baby series (Ivar x reader x Ragnar)
Baby Ragnar and reader are a couple and Ivar comes to keep her company while Ragnar is gone. Itâs gonna be a long week. NSFW
Baby (Part Two)Â Modern AU. Things get a little rocky in this love triangle. NSFW
Baby (Part Three)Â Modern AU. Baby spends the weekend with Ivar. NSFW
Baby (Part Four)Â Modern AU. A weekend getaway with Daddy leads to a well learned lesson. NSFW
Baby (Part Five)Â Modern AU. Now that Ivar is moved in, baby has been showing some bratty behavior which gets her exactly what she wanted. With a fun anniversary planned, baby gets quite the scare and needs her Daddies help. NSFW
Baby (Part Six)Â Modern AU. Baby gets a little jealous but is quickly straightened out. Some exciting news is brought up, but are they ready for it? NSFW
A Very Baby Christmas Modern AU. Baby has a very merry Christmas. NSFW
Baby (Part Seven)Â Modern AU. In which Baby is given quite the punishment; but how much more can she take? NSFW
Ragnar
 Mistakes Ragnar and reader are close and his new wife doesnât like it. Ragnar goes to reader, instead of talking about it, he explains himself in another way. NSFWÂ
⊠Warning: sexual content, age gap (23-35), delusional attitude, forced breeding, breeding kink, mention of marriage, mention of children, noncon, r4pe, conspiracy, physical abuse, abuse of power.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who is the CEO of a famous 6-star hotel chain that has been in his family for decades.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who always liked young and beautiful women, although he never settled down with any, he likes to pamper and adore his lovers by giving them everything they want.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who broke up with his Sugar Baby just a few days ago after she told him that she loved him and wanted to formalize her relationship with him, she was cute but boring and he didn't see himself spending his life with her, fuck no. So he left her.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who after that didn't waste any time in re-entering SugarLove.www a famous Sugar Daddy page where he found all his previous Sugar Babies.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who after a few long minutes searching for the right candidate for him, he finally found her, he found you. In your profile picture you looked divine, he looks at your profile from top to bottom looking at your photos and he was sure you were the one for him, so he sends you a message asking if you want to go to a restaurant to meet up... but you don't answer.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets impatient when the minutes go by and nothing happens. He decides to wait a little longer while he works in his office, when the hours go by he sees how the sun sets, he grabs his phone again and is disappointed when he doesn't find any answer, what's more, he doesn't even see the message.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who when he gets out of the shower the next morning checks his phone, a smile spreads on his lips when he sees a message from you, finally. "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't answer you before, but I was a little busy, I like the idea of ââmeeting you, how about tomorrow :)?" He doesn't hesitate to answer you sending the address of the restaurant and the time, you accept.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who arrives earlier at the restaurant, the waiter guides him to the best table that overlooks the night city, he asks the waiter to bring his best wine, he nods and leaves, the minutes pass when he sees you arrive, he smiles and stands up admiring your beauty, he doesn't hesitate to flatter you while he moves your chair so you can sit down before sitting in front of you.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who talks to you all night while you have dinner and drink wine, you tell him that you are studying a law degree which is an expensive career for you, a friend of yours entered the website and now lives stable and can even pay for the degree, that is the main reason why you entered SugarLove.www, he listens to you attentively, when you tell him that this is only for a while and that you are not looking for anything serious, he agrees and accepts.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who takes you to his hotel that same night where you end up having mind-blowing sex, the next day he pays two months of your tuition in advance, during the following months he and you spend intimate moments, he takes you on vacations, buys you luxurious things and you have sex all the time everywhere, by the time he realizes it he is already in love with you.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who starts taking you to business meetings and family gatherings presenting yourself as his girlfriend to your great discomfort, whenever you two go back to your apartment you scold him and he just shrugs his shoulders saying that by saying that he saves both of you the awkwardness of having to explain your relationship.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who tries to act like nothing is wrong but fails miserably. He gets tense when you're on your phone for too long. Are you talking to another guy? Are you cheating on him?! Unbeknownst to you, he ends up having your phone connected to his so he can see everything you do.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets jealous when he goes to pick you up from college and sees you at the door talking to a guy. His knuckles turn white around the steering wheel and when he parks he honks for a long moment getting your attention. You quickly say goodbye and approach him, getting in the car. You greet him and lean over to kiss his cheek but he grabs your jaw and kisses you hard on the lips.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets more heated during sex, calling you his wife and saying he'll give you his babies even though it makes you a little uncomfortable you take it as a fetish, that is until you feel something warm inside you and you realize he took off the condom, that's the straw that broke the camel's back, you walk away from him angrily grabbing your clothes yelling at him while you get dressed, saying he's crazy, you tell him it's all over between you before leaving.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who doesn't understand why you act like this, do you know all the women who would like to date him? All the women who would like to have his babies? He only took off the condom with you, only with you, you should feel honored but instead you get upset? He spoiled you. Yes he did. But now he'll show you why you shouldn't be an ungrateful brat.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who starts off simple by blocking your phone, then has an eviction notice sent to your fancy apartment (which he pays for by the way) and last but not least he pays for you to fail each and every one of your exams at university, which completely destabilizes you as you watch your life fall apart overnight.
Yandere Sugar Daddy who a few days later goes to your apartment, walks in with his key and sees you packing your bags with teary eyes, he tells you he forgives you for your attitude, in fact he wants you two to get married, who needs a degree after all? You insult him for making his life hell and he frowns, are you still an ungrateful brat? He's going to punish you.
He comes towards you in great strides so you startle trying to get away from him, but he grabs you hard by the hair making you let out a squeal of pain he pulls you closer to him and growls near your ear.
âWhy can't you just take what I give you like a good girl? You always have to be so ungrateful, I'm starting to think you like making me angry.â
You shake your head but he pushes you face down on the bed, pulling down your pajama shorts along with your panties and you try to kick him off on your own so he grabs your waist with one hand keeping you still and with the other hand he spanks you hard leaving your soft skin burning and sore, you started to sob quickly and he stopped.
âWell, look at that are you crying? It was only 10 spanks girl, you're a cry baby huh? Weren't you planning on being a tough lawyer?â
He hears you sob louder and sighs rubbing the red flesh of your ass with his hands before unbuckling his belt pulling down his pants and boxers releasing his fat cock which stands up happily, he grabs your hips lifting your ass as you bury your head in the mattress, he pumps his cock once before guiding it into your pussy sliding inside your warm tight channel.
âFuckâ you feel so good girl, it seems like your little pussy missed my cock so much... poor thing, my little one was neglected for almost a week because of your bratty attitude.â
He hears you babble something he doesn't understand into the sheets but he ignores you, his hands squeeze your ass while he rams you hard from behind, the dirty sound of slapping mixed with the thick smell of sex fills the room accompanied by his grunts and your muffled sobs, he separates your ass cheeks and without stopping thrusting into you he uses one of his fingers to rub your wrinkled hole.
âHey you never let me fuck you around here, tell me are you a virgin? Well never mind once we get married I'll make sure not to leave a single one of your holes unused, by the time I'm done they'll all be shaped like my cock.â
You shudder in fear at his words causing your pussy to tense around him, he lets out a low chuckle as he grabs your hips ramming into you with renewed vigor, you bite down on the sheets and dig your nails into the mattress, his cock slamming again and again against your bruised cervix causing your eyes to roll back in the back of your head from the overwhelming pleasure, he grabs you by the hair lifting you up and forcing you to lean your back against his chest, you lean your head back over his shoulder and he licks your ear the wet sensation making your juicy pussy clench even tighter.
âGod I wish you could see the face you're wearing right now it's so fucking erotic, you look like a whore how can you expect me not to put a baby in your womb when you make faces like that?â
He kisses your ear and uses one of his hands to rub your clit in firm circles bringing you over the edge a few more thrusts and you end up cumming all over his cock you let out moans as you arch your back he lets out a grunt as he feels your pussy squeezing him like a vice and then he stops cumming deep inside you his seed paints your core he pushes your body down onto the mattress collapsing on your back without pulling his limp cock out of you he murmurs.
âSince you're not going to college anymore I thought it would be best to move into a house, a big one, before our kids are born, you know little ones are adorable but a big problem and I want to have you all to myself before they get here.â
big busted bimbo reader getting fucked filthy by a bunch of old perv grandpas
Golf Club Buddies
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x Multiple Old Males), Dubcon, Gangbang
You loved your job at the golf club. Barely having to do any work, you mostly got to tease old geezers. Your 'uniform' was some preppy sneakers, a pink visor, hair in a high ponytail, an impossibly short tennis skirt that your ass cheeks just happened to spill out of, and a tight polo tee with the chest buttons undone to show off your cleavage. Whether it was flirting while being their bag caddie on the golf cart, or bending over to flash your tits as you cleared tables in the restaurant, you loved the attention. It made you feel so sexy and powerful how these seniors would oogle at your body with no chance in hell of ever laying a finger on it.
Today your boss told you to handle a group that had rented one of the private rooms. Get them food, drinks, and keep them happy. Simple enough.
As soon as you entered the room the four wrinkled men stopped their conversation to size you up. You awkwardly smiled and introduced yourself, but they remained silent. Stepping closer you asked if they wanted to order any food or drink. They gave each other an odd look and nodded before one of them finally spoke up, pointing to a menu item to ask about. You stepped beside him to better read what he was showing you. In the blink of an eye he grabbed your wrist tightly.
"Hey! Let go!"
Another grabbed your other arm. The final two stood, one heading to the door locking it, and the other stepping behind you. He kicked you behind your knees, causing you to crumble to the floor. You twisted to look back up at him.
"What's the big ide-" A fancy cloth napkin was stuffed into your mouth, effectively shutting you up. The man who had kicked you loomed above, his shadow engulfing your tiny form. His friends keep restraining your arms as he undid his khaki pants, sliding them off along with his underwear.
Panicking you squirmed and flailed, but these old dudes were still stronger than you. The man above you crouched down, catching your legs from your frantic kicks. His veiny cock bobbed as he folded you in half, your ankles meeting your ears. You sobbed at the burning stretch in the underside of your legs.
He dragged his cock head through your young puffy folds. His stern eyes were glued to your perfect pussy. Muffled pleas tumbled out your mouth as he lined up with your entrance. Savouring your tightness he sunk in slowly.
It hurt at first, taking his thick girthy cock. Squatted over you he bottomed out, his white wiry pubes brushing against your mound. He gave a satisfied huff then slowly slid back out. His hold on your calves became bruising as he dove in again, sharp deep thrusts driving you crazy. You whimpered as the old pervert ravaged you in the meanest mating press you'd ever experienced.
His buddies grew antsy for some action too. Your tits were pulled out of your top, roughly fondled by their crusty calloused hands. One of them knelt down beside you to messily suck on your nipple. Disgusted with yourself, you had to admit that this felt amazing.
Your unhappy yelps turnt into uncontrollable moans. The man in your pussy struggled to hold out in your throbbing cunt. His hips stilled as he shot his nasty seed inside your fertile cunt. The next man slotted himself inside soon after the first had slunk away.
"Buckle up sweetheart. We ain't stopping until you're pregnant. Fuck you'll look so hot in your little outfit, swelling with one of our kids. Everyone at the golf club will know who you belong to. Who's whore you are. Our sperm ain't as potent as it used to be, but that just means we gotta keep filling you up, over and over."
They took turns fucking you like that. After one finished they would step out and stroke themselves until they were hard and ready for another round of breeding. At one point there was so much cum spilling out of your poor pussy that they took the napkin that was gagging you to wipe up the mess before shoving the cum soaked rag back into your mouth. When it had gotten late and they had to return home to their wives, they laughed and chatted like old pals as they left the room. You were ditched there, your brain fried and hole thoroughly used by some old pervs you had sworn would never get to so much as touch you.
CW: bdsm, forced, r@pe, non con, dubcon, gang bang, multiple penetration, oral, anal, dp, gaslighting, gambling, military troop
You marched down the hallway pissed off as all hell. Your boyfriend was supposed to have been home hours ago. He ghosted you all evening then sent some dumb, half assed drunk text begging you to come pick him up.
You couldnât believe him. He wasnât normally like this. He was wonderful to you. Yeah, his deployment was hard, really hard. But he was worth it.
So what the fuck was he doing now? You worried that this might be signs of something deeper.
No. You told your self. Youâre over reacting. Itâs one bad night.
You wrapped your knuckles on apartment 408 and crossed your arms. He had better answer fast.
It took far too long for him to open the door. You were about to lay into him, when you realized he hadnât opened the door.
âHayden?â You snapped at the annoyed looking man who opened the door. âWhereâs Adam?â
âHeâs just grabbing his stuff. Come in.â Hayden nodded his head back into the room before turning and walking in. You rolled your eyes and followed him.
The door slammed shut behind you, and before you even had time to yelp in surprise, you were tackled to the ground. A heavy hand snaked over your mouth.
âShhh, shhh. None of that.â Your boyfriendâs sultry voice soothed in your ear. You roiled at the recognition and fury raced through your body. You whipped your head back to smack his, but he deftly moved out of the way.
He struggled you up and off the ground and held you against his chest, hand still over your mouth.
âAlright baby, hereâs the deal.â You stared wide eyed at the three other men you hadnât noticed until now. They stood in a crescent in front of you. Your boyfriendâs voice was rough. âLetâs just say I lost some money to these guys here.â He gave you a peck on the cheek. It felt like betrayal.
âYou know them, remember?â He asked in an all too casual tone. âThese are my boys, my troop. Iâve been to hell and back with them and Iâm not the type to skimp out on debt.â
The arm wrapped around your chest, squeezed. âBut, I just kept losing, baby. You know how I am.â He chuckled darkly. âSo we came to an,â he shrugged. âAn understanding. Tonight, you are going to pay off my debts. And we are all going to have a great time.â
With that he shoved you forward into the arms of the other men. You tried to scream, but a gag was swiftly and roughly shoved into your mouth. Their hands were all over you. You couldnât even tell who did what. Your clothes were ripped from your body. It happened so fast, you were reeling just trying to process what was happening. It didnât feel real.
The men, Hayden, Marc and the one whose name you couldnât remember but had labelled âbeefcakeâ to only yourself, touched you, everywhere. Adam, your boyfriend, was calling encouragements from the side.
In moments you were naked. They squeezed and pinched all over your thick thighs, your stomach, your chest. One of them pulled tight on your nipple. You cried out and fought back as hard as you could. But there wasnât much to be done against 3 strong, very capable men.
âDamn, you werenât lying about that pretty pussy, cap.â Beefcake said to Adam. Of course it would be beefcake.
âMmhmm.â He practically moaned back. You knew that tone he used. You were shocked to realize he was enjoying this. Your lovely, sweet, kind boyfriend, was enjoying watching his partner being attacked by his friends. A sob wracked through your chest.
âAnd look at that ass.â Marc whistled. He gave it a hard smack. You cried out behind your gag. âBaby, you need to start showing that thing off! Damn youâre hot as fuck.â You couldnât help but blush. It wasnât every day people showed your chubby body the appreciation it deserved.
Someoneâs fingers played with your fat pussy. They were dragging their fingers up and down your slit, dipping in, but never fully entering you. You couldnât help it as you started to feel wet.
âDamn, this sluts getting wet!â Hayden said. So it was him teasing you. âYo Adam, you never told us what a slut they are.â Both men laughed.
âWait till you try their head.â You heard Adam make a chefs kiss sound.
That sealed it. The boys werenât just messing around. You heard a series of zippers, and felt Hayden pressing his cock against your cunt.
âBe a good slut, now.â He mounted you from behind. They shifted and Beefcake brought his cock to your lips. He ripped the gag off.
Hayden and Beefcake both forced their way in at the same time. If your mouth hadnât been full of cock, youâd be screaming. Hayden was big, and you werenât ready. The stretch was incredible.
As fast as it had all happened, they were now pounding into you from both ends. Marc had lowered himself under you and wrapped his mouth around your nipple. His fingers snaked up to rub your clit.
There was so much happening all at the same time and you couldnât stop it. You felt your orgasm building. You redoubled your efforts, thrashing and kicking out. The men just laughed. You screamed around Beefcakes cock as both men came inside you. Your orgasm crashed through your body. Your eyes rolled back in your head.
They swapped. Marc sunk his cock into your sloppy cunt. Adam took Beefcakes place at your mouth.
âYeah, you really are a slut.â Adam said fondly as he looked down on you. Marc set a brutal pace and soon you came again on his cock. Adam forced you to stare in his eyes as Marc came deep in your pussy. He followed shortly after.
The night continued like that. For hours they rotated who fucked what hole, and they took everything from you. You barely even remember everything. By the end of the night you were only half conscious, fucked out and dazed. You came more than a dozen times, your body exhausted and sore.
*******
You woke hours later, the morning sun just barely started to peek through the windows. You were in your bed. Your favourite candle burned and a large glass of ice water sat on your bedside table.
Adam kissed your shoulder gently and pulled you back against his chest. You were wrapped in his arms and your blankets.
âYou did so good baby. Iâm so proud of you.â You snuggled back into his body. âDid you have a good time? Was it what you wanted?â He asked.
You nodded. A huge smile split your face. You were still sleepy and dazed, but utterly content.
âI love you so much baby.â Adam spoke lovingly.
âDid you have a good time?â You asked. Your voice cracked, your throat more sore than you expected.
You felt him nod. âIt was a little scary, being so mean to you. But I know itâs what you wanted, and honestly, you were so fucking hotâ he chuckled. âI got over it pretty quickly.â
You blushed and nuzzled into your blanket, cozy and warm.
âUh, fair warning though, the guysâŠâ he laughed again. You felt nervous. Had they not liked it? Had they not liked your body? âWell, letâs just say they are going to be begging you to let them fuck you again.â
â⊠Really?â You asked innocently.
âBaby, that wasnât just talk. All three have been crushing on you for years, and now, well, now itâs gonna be a lot harder to dissuade them.â He kissed up your neck. âBut I donât mind sharing.â Adam teased. âAs long as youâre happy, Iâm happy, my love.â
Would you write about a sub (f) being tied up and used by multiple men? No anal, but lots of breeding and overstim?
I very much would, and take great pleasure in it, but itâs looking looong rn. In the works on and off for a month ish now. This shit is a magnum opus.
Kinks, since i took the liberty of adding some of my own; CNC, Free Use, cum, breeding, overstim, size difference, dad bods (think chris bumstead at peak bulk), stretching, a bit of comedy because i canât help myself, voice kinks, mask kinks, praise/degredation mix, drugging(aphrodisiacs, nothing bad.)
minors begone. Especially on this one it is filthy.
First time iâve done multiple men, so iâll try my best maâam.
You had no idea where you were or how you got here, only being aware that your hands were tied somewhere in the dark above your head, you were laying down, your ankles were apart, you had no clothes on and you were so horny you could feel your pulse in your pussy. A light turned on above you, revealing many a masked man, in many a mask, standing around you, dicks hard and large, standing obediently to attention. One in a classic balaclava stepped forward,
âHello, Anon. Iâm terribly sorry about this, but you were selected as tonights breeding girl.â He had a sexy voice, with a hair of gravel in an otherwise buttery European baritone, âWhat this means is that, firstly, you accepted this offer from one of my colleagues at the bar earlier tonight, and second that myself and my colleagues will be having sex with you. There are 7 of us including myself and excluding you, and we will each be filling you up until we run out. This means orgasms from each of us, inside you.â
âDo I get a choice in all this?â
âWell, no, but if youâd like anything before we start, now is your time to speak. Water? Lube? Amnesiacs to help you forget this later?â
âJust a drink please.â
âThank you for your manners. Alcoholic or non-alcoholic?â
âJust water please. My headâs killing me.â
âThatâs a side effect of my colleagueâs amnesiac. This location is secret, and we canât risk being discovered.â His accent and rolled R made you think german. A big man with huge muscles and a bit of a dad bod on top in a micheal myers mask gave you your water through a straw, with a lemon in the side of the glass and a dick so girthy it might split you in half. Looking at the others, there was balaclava and his pretty-normal-for-a-huge-dick-but-still-huge, Micheal Myers, a plague doctor mask, a bandanaâd BBC with dreadlocksâracially inclusive rapistsâan absolutely shredded man in a ww2 gas mask, a smaller guy in a scream mask and one dad-bod-but-still-huge guy in an Oni mask with a fucking katana for a dick that looked unreasonably large. Fuck, thisâs gonna be a long night.
âAre you ready to start now?â Balaclava looked at you, head cocked to one side, cock curved slightly up. You nodded, and he gestured to his friends to make a line. The gas mask guy went first, a sinewy stack of lean muscle that rippled as he moved towards you. âYou look like Hunk.â
Gas mask was surprised, âSomeone gets the reference!â American, maybe northwest? He crawled up you, lifting your hips to sit them on his legs on the table. Theyâd put a nice velvet blanket beneath you so your ass wouldnât be chaffed. He ran his fingers up your thighs, empty lenses staring into your soul. His fingers stopped, heâd found wetness up your thigh. He nodded, you nodded and he slipped his dick inside you. It filled you nicely, his full length not stretching you much and touching your cervix. You yelped as he nicked your g-spot on the outstroke, and he chuckled beneath the mask, his six-pack spasming in and out from it. He then got more on top of you, spreading your legs wider and his friends moving the restraints to accomodate, putting you in a near-split. He slipped out once, ramming it back into your hip, his dick glancing off your clit as you squirted from orgasm. He then guided himself back in and started fucking you again, now one hand teasing your nipple, the other rubbing your clit. You overstimmed hard, gasping and yelping like an animal as he came, filling up your pussy with a generous serving of thinner, runnier cum that started leaking as he pulled out, leaving the rest on your tits. He caressed your face as he walked away behind you.
The next was the plague doctor. You tried to tease him, wiggling your hips and mocking âWhats up, Doc?â In your best bugs bunny impression. Ripped-Hunk-guy put some bunny ears on you and flicked a nipple, âHe speaks no english.â Your expression soured, and then turned to shock as you felt a needle pierce above your womb. The plague doctor had a tall syringe with a big needle full of a pale pink liquid that he was slowly injecting into your belly. âThe fuck is this?!â You screamed and struggled, but balaclava held your hips still, âItâs an aphrodisiac. Heâs decided youâre not wet enough yet.â
âI just came! I am dripping another mans cum how am i not wet-â oh shit oh fuck thatâs good. Straight away the aphrodisiac had travelled to your brain and you felt like your legs were pissing themselves. Your breasts felt so full and heavy, and your cunt so empty. âFuck. Okay.â
Balaclava spoke to the doctor in some european language, or something idk, and the doctor put a dick covered in piercings and metal and studs on top of your pussy. It looked like a sex toy, and you were about to be his sex toy. The tip went in, wider than the firsts, and was shortly followed by the rest. A bit longer and thicker than the last but you could stretch around him and your pussy could coil around those studs. You nearly came from just slow movement, but he had other plans for you. He got underneath you, your back to his chest, and put his dick back in. Every single one of his piercings rattling across your g-spot. Constant motion, constant pleasure, constant leaky pussy. You could feel every stud skid across your walls, sending shocks up your spine and frying you into overstim with a cry and a squirt. You squirmed and wriggled and eventually he came, hot and sticky, inside you. He rubbed your clit as he pulled out, your needy hips thrusting into his fingers on their own.
The next came; scream mask guy. You didnât even see him put it in until it was working to open your womb up for his friends to come. This time, your penetrator had seen what you did and didnât like. He had you spun âround, still tied up, to do doggystyle, your arms pinned across you and your legs shut tight. He picked up your hips and slipped in. He wasnât as exceptionally well-endowed as his friends, but he hit every single spot. He moved his hips more in a circle than the 2 prior, and hit every spot as he did. You were still overstimmed and sensitive from the doctor, and your sopping wet pussy was clenching around him wildly, desperate to feel more. His glans ran through your folds, the head trailing down across your g-spot and the very tip kissing the opening of your cervix. It was nirvana, collapsing your physical form onto the velvet fuck-table as your sexual spirit was empowered and unleashed. When he came, you could feel the growing pile of cum building at the entrance to your womb, a cocktail of thick and thin, sticky and slippery.
The guy in the bandana with the ridiculously big BBC came next.
âBefore you try to fit that in me, how big is it?â
â11 inches. Why?â
âIt wonât fit.â
âWatch this, then.â
The bandana was lifted slightly to reveal a split tongue, âImma make you wet enough to fit it.â
The bandana was placed over your pussy as you were flipped around, the wearerâs tongue slipping inside you, the fork of it stretching you and flicking in and out like a snakeâs. The degree of control was incredible, in and out every time glancing across your overstimmed clit, sending shocks up your body. Fingers went in as well, stretching you out for his dick, and then it came; the most monstrous thing ever put next to your pussy. He flopped it onto your stomach, the tip almost to your ribs.
âNo way is that gonna-â
It did. And the head had pushed your cervix open. You went limp, unable to breathe from the sheer pleasure of getting your womb penetrated. The head of it was pushing out through your abdominal wall, pinning your womb to your belly. He began to move, all the way in and all the way out, every time slipping through your ever-loosening cervix. Each colossal thrust brought you to tears, screaming and crying and whimpering constantly, your womb and pussy being remodelled to take dick bigger than your forearm, and as wide as your fist. His balls slapped against your ass, and your entire body jiggled from the magnitude of each thrust. When he came, you had screamed yourself hoarse, and he filled you with so much cum your stomach stayed bulged and full, skin taught, keeping in his cum and making you look a little bit pregnant.
You were still overstimmed and limp when the Balaclavaâd man came, with the german accent. He stuck his fingers in you first, before having you untied and moved to a bed with silk sheets. He rolled you onto your front, hiked your legs up and began trailing the head of his dick along your inner thighs. You dripped a glob of half-cum, half-juice onto him, and it went right in. From behind, his curve forced your back to arch, and it pushed into a different part of your womb, all the way into the back, pressing your ovaries further apart and stretching you more.
âSuch a tight little cunt, even after all this fucking. Now that Iâve given you a tease, I have a bit of a thing for Oral.â He roller you around, slipping his dick out of your cunt and slapping it against your face.
âSay âahâ.â He cooed
You cockdrunkenly opened your mouth to oblige, your patronising âahâ being cut right off as he fucked you down to your stomach. You could feel his dick displace your lungs slightly as it went down. Youâd had a little training on how to deepthroat, but it was 7 seconds and 6 thrusts before you had sparked out unconscious. When you came to again, his dick went back down, and he began edging himself with your throat, whispering sweet praises into your ears making you clench on air and cum leaking out of you.
âMm, that just wonât do.â He slapped a hand down onto your leaky pussy, âGood fucktoys keep cum inside them, so I need to top you up, it seems. Youâre terribly good at this. Such a pro. Real shame this is what holds you back.â You spun yourself of your own volition, over-rotating and landing askew, but face down ass up pussy dripping was good enough for him, so it went inside you, forcing your back to arch and his glans to grind against your g-spot every thrust. You spasmed and shook as the head punched into a more sensitive part of your womb, cum leaking out of you, drool and screams and tears running down your face and onto your soft, delicious tits. He pumped you up even more, your belly stretching to accomodate his seed mingling with all of his friends. âWell, itâs been an hour, I think my friends ought to have their turns.â
Micheal Myers was next, and you didnât even process that a new, bigger dick was coming before it was pushing your floating ribs apart fucking you. You blacked out at this point, too high off pleasure to think at all, your pussy doing it for you, trying and failing to clench through the stretch as Micheal Myersâs monster cock split you open. He even rubbed your clit as he fucked you pronebone, a huge hand and calloused fingers dedicating itself to stimulating your clit and fucking you like an animal. You could swear you nearly died as his balls slapped your clit, his other hand fidgeted with your nipples, the arm attached crushing your head in itâs bicep, and the dick inside you pumping you up from 2 to 6 months pregnant size with just cum. You were nearly catatonic, a moaning whimpering messy doll with mascara dripping down its face and a gut full of 6 mens jizz. 6? There were 7, right?
Myers passed you over to the huge older man with the oni mask, carrying you from the bed. The Oni mask picked you up like a barbie doll, by your engorged waist, and lowered you onto its dick. The head alone filled the volume of your womb before it got overstuffed with cum and your feet were a solid 20cm off the ground. That, and you had a foggy recollection that his balls were the biggest. This one would hurt a bit. He lowered you onto his dick, holding onto your torso like an oversized fleshlight, and slipped inside you, pushing your womb up towards your stomach, the cum inside sloshing pleasantly. You cried some more, sobbing gently and trailing more mascara down your face, constantly trying to word out âPleaseâ to no avail, or apparent end. He fucked you mercilessly, the cum inside you jiggling your belly and your tits, which had begun leaking milk properly. Every vein on his dick rattled across your g-spot, your pulse twice his, and you could feel both of yours in your desperately clenching pussy. You were now fully remoulded to take dick and cum inside you, your brain rewritten and your womb full with its purpose. You started laugh-crying maniacally as he pumped you up with so much cum you could nearly burst, stretch marks red and raw around your belly, your tits and ass soon to follow suit. He lifted thr mask a little to kiss you on the forehead and growl âGood girl.â before dropping you onto the bed and plugging your pussy with a dildo to make sure all their cum stayed inside. They then got you bathed and clean, dressedâto the best of their ability, as you were a bit to round now for your old clothesâand sat you down once youâd sobered up. The balaclavaâd man sat down before you in a black suit and deep red velvet tie,
âSo, we asked before all this about amnestics? Do you want to forget this, or-?â
Summary: You thought you could hang out and just be 'one of the guys'. You thought wrong.
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x MMM), Non-con, Gangbang, Degrading
Kicking back on a Friday night with beers in one of the guy's dingy basement has become routine for you. Mismatched chairs and couches are haphazardly gathered into a circle. You're the only girl of the group, though the four boys you hang out with don't seem to treat you any differently. Being kind of a tomboy anyways you're just 'one of the guys'. Sometimes you worry they secretly look down on you, but you chalk it up to irrational anxiety.
"So whatever happened with the dude you were seeing?" Your friend asks, lazily swinging his beer bottle in your direction.
"Oh him? Yeah it didn't work out. I called it off."
"Bet it was 'cause he couldn't last long 'nough before blowing his load!" A more drunken boy jokes to the others.
"You pathetic dipshits would bust if a woman looked at you for more than 2 seconds." You scoff. You're unsure why but you feel a little defensive. Like the quality of your previous partners reflects on you, and right now the guys are ridiculing you rather than your ex-fling.
"We could easily ruin you until you're just a dumb fuckdoll to pass around." One of them boasts, their speech slurring a bit.
Rolling your eyes you scoff, leaning further back into the couch crossing your arms. The abundance of alcohol in everyone's systems is clearly leading to a lack of inhibition. They're talking a big game but you doubt your friends could act on it. You've never seen them even talk to another woman let alone be intimate with one.
You're condescending tone doesn't sit well with them however. Beside you on the couch one of the guys jolts toward you, gripping your throat. Your hands jump up, trying to tug his hand away. You're appalled ; what's gotten into him?! His expression darkens as he tightens his hold and says,
"You think that's fucking funny, huh?"
Squirming a bit more he then releases you. Stumbling onto your feet you back away from the couch, frazzled. Your fingers reach up to ghost over the sides of your neck where you still feel the shadow of his hands.
"Dude, what the fuck? Hey!"
Your ass is spanked causing you to whip around to face the assailant. He has a sickly grin on his face that makes you quezy. Unease rises in you. It feels like your heart is pounding in your throat as panicked confusion starts to bubble up.
The other two boys join in on either side of you, clamping their talons into each of your shoulders. You yelp, which only makes them giggle. One of them leans forward, his whisper in your ear making you shiver.
"You're gonna regret acting like such a brat." He hisses before grabbing your clothed cunt. Roughly rubbing you he bites at your neck leaving marks in his wake. The rest of the gang come to grope you as well: pinching, prodding, squeezing. You try to wiggle free but it's no use.
"Guys, come on, cut that shit it out!"
Your pleas are ignored. Responding on its own your body becomes sensitive to their touch. Flicked nipples send electric jolts through you. Your cunt leaks with arousal. Impatience and need get the better of them. Like feral animals they start to rip off your clothes.
"Hey! Seriously, stop it! Leave me alone!"
Your panicked cries are ignored. Now with more fervour they attack your delicate skin: sucking, scratching, biting. A chorus of whimpers and panting moans sings out, echoing throughout the cement basement. Fear sinks heavily in the bottom of your gut when you hear their zippers being pulled down. The two boys behind you shove and struggle for dominance, for the right to be the first to break in your tight hole. One of them finally gets the upper hand, positioning himself behind you. He takes a moment to rub his hard cock against your exposed ass, before harshly lifting you by your hips into the air. You sob and writhe midair.
"Shut up and take it bitch!"
He spears you onto his cock making you release a chocked gasp. The guys all cheer as your juices mingle and drip down your thighs. He starts to lift you off his cock until just the head remains inside you, then he drops you, letting gravity fuck him deeper into your pussy. Your brain is short circuiting. Gasps and moans are the only response to what's happening to you.
In his drunken state his grip on you as he bounces you on his dick falters, causing you to slip and fall forward. Instinctively your hands reach out to catch your fall. Closing your eyes you wince, anticipating the painful landing on the concrete ground. To your surprise, however, you feel hairy flesh in your palms and a set of hands catching your falling form.
With a cock still buried in your cunt you weakly look up to see another of the guys holding you. He smirks mischievously down at you, your hands gripping his thighs, your face level with his erect cock.
"Damn, she's throwing herself at my dick! You hungry you little mutt?"
Opening your mouth to say 'no' was a mistake. He takes the opportunity to thrust his length to the back of your throat. Gagging, you protest and push off his legs but his strength overpowers you, easily holding you in place. He laughs as you drool and cry around his girth. Trying to breathe out of your nose proves challenging when your racing mind can't focus. Just when you think you're about to pass out he yanks your head back. You sputter as air rushes back into your lungs.
The small reprieve doesn't last long though as he slams himself back into your mouth. Behind you the boy buried in your cunt resumes his pacing, brutally thrusting you forward forcing the others' cock deeper into your throat. Through blurry tear-filled eyes you see the other two boys are seemingly enjoying the show, eyes glued on you as they jerk themselves.
Dangling limply, limbs hovering above the floor the two boys spit roast you. Their pistoning is fast and rough. The ghosts of their firm grip on you will be seen tomorrow in the bruises forming across your flesh. You're mind feels hazy as a knot in your core begins to tighten from the stimulation.
"Ah fuuuuck. God, we make a pretty good team eh?"
"Yesss. Man I've been waiting to fuck her for sooooo long."
They all chuckle, lamenting in the pleasure they're getting at your expense. It's all too much; being watched as you're fucked dumb between your 'friends', the stretch of your pussy, the hard drumming of cock pounding into the deepest most sensitive parts of you. The taut feeling in your abdomen winds even tighter. Your body feels so good even though your brain screams that it shouldn't.
Eventually you're unable to hold back your climax, the knot snapping. Waves of pleasure wrack your body as you spasm and writhe and twitch, sandwiched between your abusers. Your cunt clenches as it gushes, squirting on the floor.
"Jesus Christ. Did you just fucking cum you little rapeslut?!"
A loud smack reverberates throughout the room from the violent slap across your ass, cherry red hues blossoming on the skin. You howl despite being throat-fucked. The vibrations of your shout push the boy using your mouth over the edge. He hisses as his cum paints the back of your throat. Halfway through his release he pulls out, spurting semen all over your face. He uses his cock head to smear the slime of your saliva and his spend all over your face.
"There we go. Now you look like the whore you really are."
Behind you the one using your pussy pulls you upright so your back is to his chest. Frantically rutting into you he orgasms, his sperm shooting up into your womb.
"Love to breed sluts like her. Bet she liked it too, didn't you?" He says in a condescending tone, lightly smacking your cheeks. You don't respond. Your mind is mush.
"Yo, bring her over here." Sitting naked on the couch one of the other boys looks at you with dark lust in his gaze. Shivers run down your spine as you see his dick standing tall, twitching in anticipation.
Without taking you off his dick you're carried over. Cum dribbles from your hole as you're lifted up and passed over to the boy on the couch. The ease that they throw you around, like you're a stuffed animal not an adult women, is baffling. Pinning your arms to your sides you're turnt around to sit on his lap. The other three gather around with crazed hunger in their eyes. The two that just came happily stroke their cocks, slowly getting horny all over again.
"Now I think we should punish her for cumming without permission, the filthy whore!" The boy in the couch restraining you says, ending his sentence with a slap to your clit. You yelp. They cackle.
"I think I know just thing..." He lifts you up. Bracing yourself you assume your poor cunt will be ravaged again, but you perk up when you feel his tip teasing your asshole.
"Wait! Wait! Wai-" Your desperation is silenced by another who stuffs your discarded panties in your mouth.
"Aren't you supposed to prep her or lube her up first so it doesn't hurt for her?"
"Nah, she's just a cumdump. Right now isn't about her. Her holes are purely for -MY- pleasure!" His last words are punctuated but his thrusts into your virgin ass. Head falling back you project muffled wails, searing pain shocking your system. He doesn't care. Futile attempts to break free, you shake your head from side to side as you sob. He doesn't care.
A hand from one of the observers twists your nipple. Another swipes at your clit. An empty beer bottle finds its way into your gaping pussy. You feel embarrassed and overfilled. Fuller than you've ever felt. Sparks zap through you at the plethora of sensations hitting you all at once. Eyes rolling to the back of your head you cum a second time.
Dejected, exhausted, humiliated you finally submit to the will of your rapists. They are too strong for there to be any fair fight. And you try not to think about how mind-blowing your orgasms have been from their forced advances. It's easier to shut off your brain and be their ragdoll to do with as they please.
Your resignation, the change in your demeanor, doesn't go unnoticed.
"Guys I think we finally broke her."
"Good. The quicker she learns that bimbos don't need thoughts the quicker she'll accept her place as our new free use slut."
The night goes on, the fucking continues. They fuck you on the counter, on the table, against the wall. At one point they contort your weak body to be bent upsidedown on the couch, puffy pussy swaying in the air. It's as if there's an unspoken rule between them that you aren't allowed to stand or rest, tossing you back and forth without letting you touch the ground like a hacky-sack.
Pushed and pulled in every direction your body aches. Every hole overflows with the many loads of cum that were fucked into you. Drenched in spit and semen you're tossed on the couch when the four have finally had their fill.
The following Friday you nervously descend down the stairs into the dingy basement once again. The stares from the guys makes you blush. The already present hard bulges in their pants makes you clench your thighs together...
Cute college girl gets passed around in suprise gangbang with school handymen! ౚৠâïœĄËâïœĄË- â.àłàż* tw: non-con, dub-con, smut, 18+ ONLY, F!reader, age gap, reader is in college, rough gangbang, pet names, some soft aftercare at the end, irl situation + dreamed concepts, self-insert switch with reader, im a decrepit weirdo
Real life Scenario context: So... I'm in college and I live in an on-campus apartment.
My room door wouldn't lock at all, my bathtub wouldn't drain, and my room light went out within one week of me living there. Yay!
So we have this process called "work orders" that students can fill out and submit to the facility men to come fix whenever we need it done. And they... pretty much bust up into your dorm whenever they want whether you're there or not. They apparently have keys to whatever room they need to access (I wish I was lying).
Either way, the job gets done.
However, I was thinking... after the men very quickly entered my apartment without me knowing and fixed my tub, door lock, and light (and very clearly destroyed my bathroom toilet), what it would be like if I had've actually been in my apartment when the men came by... alone and unaware of when they were coming, completely docile and unprepared for what I thought was a service of maintenance.
You type away on your phone and fill out the online maintenance form before your 3rd class of the day starts. After adding all your info for the apartment building, room number, name, issues, etc, you submit the form and await an email stating the work order is "pending" or "received: work in process".
2 hours later and there's no confirmation saying your request was accepted. You sigh, hoping someone would've came to fix your shit while you were in class earlier. It would be awkward if someone were to come by while you were in the bathroom or taking a nap.
You decide to go back to your apartment anyway, noticing your other roommates aren't home. You quickly grab something to eat and then decide to clean before you take a nap and start on homework. No confirmation email so far for the work order, so you figured it'll be fine if you did your own thing.
You had plenty of time to handle business and get comfortable, right?
You blast music through your headphones as you run water in your bathroom to clean up and scrub areas that need attention. You can't hear anything other than your own voice humming and singing along to your music. Youâre completely oblivious to whatever or whoever decides to walk through your apartment door.
You'll be fine, right?
A heavy hand raps at your front door, knocks booming down the echoing dorm-style hallways. Keys rattle and walkie talkies blare out static chatter.
"Matinence!!!" A man yells out, voice full of hoarse gusto. He waits for an answer, or listens for footsteps approaching the door to let him and his other crew mates in. But he receives no answer, and hears no acknowledgement to their arrival.
He huffs and knocks again, seemingly louder this time and calls out, "Maintenance!!!! Did someone send a work order here?!"
"Brat has the nerve to request 3 services and not answer?" Another man piped up, growing impatient at the ignorance of whoever is on the other side of the door. Another man agrees in tandem, reaching for his many keys to search for the key to open this apartment door.
The first man knocks once more, calling out and announcing as matinence. A few seconds later, nothing.
That's enough.
You're twirling around in your tiny bathroom as you bend down for cleaning supplies as four strange men enter your apartment, unbeknownst to you.
"Hello? Maintenance! We're here to check for a broken lock, light, and tub drain?!" The first man yells out again. The living room and kitchen is dead silent. The men take it that no one is here and proceed with the work order.
All four of them turn a left into the back hallway, reaching the left most room that was mentioned in the work order. Without knocking, they open the door to a room full of hot pink decor, Hello Kitty, Care Bears, and stuffies.
"Tch, you gotta be kidding me," another man snickers, placing his hands on his hips as they all look around the room. It was obvious that some delusional woman child lived here.
They see multiple pictures of a young woman on the wall, posed in many settings across the years. Her looks don't go unnoticed by either of them.
"She's a cutie," one man chuckles, admiring the kiddish and girly decor.
The other men agree with a light laugh, picking up the stuffed animals and invading the student's personal space: your personal space.
And yet you're still oblivious to four men standing right behind your bathroom door, chuckling at your room and sizing you up as if you weren't in the room with them. Your music guides you to the end of your cleaning routine, finally deciding to go down for a nap.
And then they notice a light on in the bathroom and hear water running. They all quirk a brow as they hear things being put into drawers and the water being turned off. The bathroom door rattles and cracks open.
You open it and raise your head to be stared back at by four unknown, burly men with tool boxes and cargo pants.
You jump and open your mouth to scream, as two of them lunge toward you to cover your mouth and hold you in place. The first man shushes you as you squirm, while the other shuts your room door.
"You send in a work order, ma'am?" One man asks. You continue your squeals as you're easily held in place next to your bathroom door. "We're just here to help."
Muffled screams follow as you drop to the floor. Your t-shirt and shorts ride up on you, exposing your pliant flesh to all four men. And all four of them can't help but stare.
Who would've thought that they all found your helpless struggling attractive?
"Shhh pretty girl, we're maintenance here from your institution. Need a door 'n drain fixed?" Another handy man questioned with something more or less hidden in his voice.
Your eyes widened in confused fear. You cease your whimpering (for now) and nod your head. The men that were holding you let you go and now tower over you, one flanking you, and one standing to your side in the doorway. The other two men gawked their eyes upon exposure to your tummy and upper thighs. Nothing but the shudder and rattle of heavy and quickened breaths filled the air, the situation becoming more and more awkward for you.
"Y'all, I think we should fix this gal's door lock first. Can't just have anyone walkin' in," one man pipes up. The other three men agree as they set their tool boxes on your floor. You sit motionless on the floor, your eyes on a constant swivel watching the strange men overwhelming your space.
"Awe, poor thing is shell shocked. Seems we gave her a spook," another man cooed, dropping down to his knees to meet you face to face.
"Don't worry, angel, we're good men just here to help. We won't hurt ya." The man reaches out a calloused hand and cups your face and flashes you a toothy grin. Your initial instinct is to quickly move your head back before he can touch you, but your head bumps into the legs of the man still standing behind you.
You look up at him and he returns a similar grin to you. Some feeling mixed with dread and arousal pools in your stomach, feeling the situation change by the second.
The man fixing your room door shuts it and tests the lock. The door locks successfully with a tight 'click!' and he lets out a busty chuckle.
"Got your door fixed, princess. That just leaves two more services."
You look at him with that same wide eyed stare, unable to speak. He sets his tool box in front of your door and now towers over you as well. A nasty laugh rumbles in his chest before he speaks.
"But... we think you need an additional service. Needa make sure you're good to go for the semester."
The other men murmur and chuckle in agreement, their hands latching onto their belts as they fiddle with them. You whip your head around to look at them as your head spins.
Is what you think is about to happen really about to happen?
"Ah uhm, no thank you. Y'all are too kind. I-I just needed the door, tub drain and fan light fixed, thank you," you said with a shaken voice. You really wish you had've stayed in your bathroom.
"Com' on, doll face, we're just looking out for you! Besides, didn't your daddy teach you it's rude not to greet people at your door?" one man rasped as he fished his thick member from his pants, slowly stroking it while staring you down like perfect prey.
"Yeahhh, was kinda rude how you left us alone outside for 5 minutes," another man joined, also pumping his cock.
"Don't worry, precious, you'll be more than grateful for our services by the time we're done here," the man in front of you said. He stands to his feet and removes his pants completely, giving you an arial view of dick and balls.
You whine as your thighs instinctively clench together, yet your gut feeling is telling you to leave. Without a second thought, you leap toward your bedroom door to attempt to escape.
Two men launch toward you and grab you quickly, bringing you back to your knees and pinning you against the door. You're now cornered completely by four beefy handymen as they fist their cocks to the sight of your disheveled form.
"Open up, pretty princess," one man strains as he leans his pelvis insanely close to your face, his lengthy dick squishing itself against your face. He slaps it against your puffy cheeks and all men giggle as you whimper. Tears start to well in your eyes as his cock head threatens to push past your plush lips.
His cock finally bullies past your lips and immediately slams into the back of your throat. You gag and choke on natural reflex, unable to move your body due to the two men holding you down against the door.
"Fuuuuuckkkk- slut's got a tight ass throat," the man fucking your face strangles out. With each of his thrusts, your head bangs against your door in a rhythm that resembles knocking. If he continued like this, you'd past out on the spot.
"Don't fucking move," one of the men who was holding you spits and rises to his feet. The other man holding you also stands ups, pumping his dick above you.
You sit obedient and shivering on the floor while each man passes their throbbing cocks past your swollen lips. Spit and slobber drips down your chin with each harsh thrust, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air when one man exits and another enters.
After each man has had his fill of your mouth, they unanimously decide to fill you up somewhere else.
"Wonder if her pussy will be as tight as her throat," one man grunts as he throws you over his shoulder and onto your back on your bed.
"You got her throat first, man. So I'm gonna be first in this cute little cunt," one of the men jaunt as he quickly finds purchase between your legs.
You body aches for multiple reasons as the man between your legs prys your shorts and panties off of your quivering body. A string of arousal connected to your sopping wet pussy and your panties stretches in length, making all the men groan in lust.
"You want my cock, pretty?" The man in front of you asks, tapping his heavy cock head on your sensitive clit. You cry out and curl your toes, biting your lip in failed attempts to keep your voice down.
"Gotta beg me. Haven't heard enough of that cute voice of yours."
"Say it, slut," he spat, plopping his cock head on your clit even harder. You shut your eyes and inhale sharply with a high pitched whine.
"P-please sir. Gimme your cock," you whimper in desperation. The ache in your core was itchy and persistently growing as time passed. You were almost driven to the point of tears, wanting nothing more than this nightmare to end as quickly as possible.
"Aaaatta girl~" he chuckled as he swipes his dick up and down your sopping slit. A string of curses fall past your lips and the remaining three men latch their hands onto their cocks. Two of the three stand at your side and insist you jerk them off as their colleague fucks you.
With a forceful thrust, the man pushes his heavy cock into your core. You yelp from the fresh feeling followed by a sigh of relief. Being filled up to the brim reduces the ache in your tummy. He sets the rhythm as his balls slap against your ass, disgusting wet noises bouncing off your insanely thin walls.
"Fuuuuckkkk yeah, dick's so fuckin' good," you drawl out. The man hooks his arms around your legs and begins to move quicker, making you bounce up and down against him.
"Pussy's definitely tighter-fuck-than 'er throat," he groans. Each thrust becomes deeper and deeper, and the men who has their cocks in your hands matched the same rhythmn of the man in your cunt.
He leaned more and more over you, eventually putting you in a mating press on top of your hello kitty sheets. You're already spent by the time the man quickly removes himself from inside you. You whine from the absence of being full. Your poor hole grows cold and numb. But don't worry, you've got three more cocks to fill you up just in time.
Each man takes their turn in passing you around, each one pounding you in different positions. They rough you up with their hands, throwing you around like a rag doll. Their rough hands find their way into your hair, around your throat, and send slaps across your cheeks. And in some situations, they have you suck their colleagues off while they fuck into you.
About an hour after these strange men infiltrated your room, you're creaming on each of their cocks with a loud wail.
"Shit, y'dunno how hard each of us had to keep from cumming inside of you, sweet girl," one of the men say out of breath. Another man picks your limp body up from your bed and places you back onto the floor. Here you are once again, on your knees while all four men loom over you.
They begin to each stroke their dicks as they directly stand above you. "Wanna paint your cute face white, baby," a man grunts as he furiously pumps his throbbing cock in his fist.
You stick your tongue out to receive the cum you're given by each man, swallowing as much as you could as they shoved their dicks down your sore throat once more. You catch yourself coughing up some as it spills onto your thighs and down your chin.
"Good fuckin' girl. Took us all like a champ," one of the men praised. He placed a large hand on top of your head to pet you. Each man did the same before redressing themselves and grabbing their tools.
The man who fixed your door earlier runs into the kitchen to grab you some water, and then enters your bathroom to grab you a warm, wet towel. He helps you clean yourself as the remaining three men fix your bathtub drain and your ceiling fan light.
After each job is done, the four handymen pull themselves together and tuck you into bed before preparing for their departure. You now lay in your bed, curled up under your fleece blanket, and stare at each of them with doe eyes.
"Thanks for the fun, sweetheart," one of the handymen whisper as they all exit your room. They all wave to you, and you return to them a soft smile.
Your room is now fixed and safe for the rest of the year thanks to your school's handymen.
And now you know that you can call them for more than just room maintenance.
Summary:Â The one where Harry is your sister's ex-boyfriend and you finally get to see him again after 5 years.
Word Count: 11.4k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, age gap (6 years), sir kink, choking, use of a toy, exhibitionism if you squint!
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
Your eyes widen as you look up toward the man making his way into the diner. You'd recognize him anywhere. The dark curly hair. The tattoos that bleed through the fabric of his light shirt. The rings on his fingers.
Just like that, years' worth of memories come flooding back to you all at once.
"Harry," you shriek, sliding off the stool before practically flinging yourself into his arms.Â
He smells exactly the same. Like teakwood and spearmint. A rather odd mix, yet subtle enough to remind you of home.
Of him.
His chest vibrates with a deep laugh as his arms wrap around your frame to keep you against him, prolonging the hug a minute or two longer than socially acceptable.Â
And when you finally lean back to see him, your cheeks begin to warm.
It's been...four years? Five? Since you last saw him? Just days before he and your sister broke up, effectively removing him from your life for good.
It had been a hard time. You wanted to be there for your sister. To comfort her through the grief of losing such a long and meaningful relationship.Â
But you wanted to be there for him, too. After all, he was one of your best friends, age difference or not. He had always been the comforting, influential figure in your life that you relied on. That you counted on to get through different hardships in your life.
He had picked you up after your first day at your new job. Had held you in his arms as you cried over your first break-up. He had even listened to you talk about the boy you had fallen in love with.
Losing him felt like losing a part of yourself.
And now, five years later...that part of you has come home.
"Hi, Dot," he beams, reaching out to take hold of your chin and squeeze. "Shit, look at you. When did this happen?"
His eyes rake over your figure and you feel your skin grown hot under his appreciative gaze. "Stop, it hasn't been that long."
"The last time I saw you, I was helping you move into your new apartment across town,â he recalls, arms crossing in thought. "And now...now what? Youâre still at your job, I assume?"
"I am. I just got a promotion, actually. Iâm an assistant editor now.â
His eyes seem to light up, that soft green sending chills up the back of your neck as you glance down at your feet. "Dot...that's amazing. I'm so proud of you."
You wave the compliment away. "Thanks."
"Really," he insists before following you back to the counter where you'd previously been sitting. "I know how badly you wanted to pursue a career in publishing, and this...this is really amazing. Do you like it?"
"I do," you tell him as you settle back onto your stool. "Yeah, it's really nice. The people are great, the work is fun. Plus, the promotion came with a raise."
"That's amazing," he sighs, head shaking like he can't believe it. "Really, that's so...I honestly can't believe it. I can't believe itâs been so long. Youâre soâŠadult now.â
You snort to yourself as you twirl your straw around your milkshake. "Yeah, I know. Though Iâm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.â
"You should." He smiles, and it's big and beautiful. "Youâve always been grown up. Even before, you were mature for your age.â
âWellâŠyeah. I was twenty-three. That does make me an adult.â
âAnd now youâre twenty-eight.â He shakes his head again. âI canât fucking believe it.â
You glance down at the rim of your glass. Heâs right, it almost doesnât seem possible. It feels like only last week that you were following him and your sister around town, begging to be included. Traipsing after them to bars, the mini golf course, and to any and all dates. Even though you knew your sister couldnât stand it.
But Harry was nice and always inclusive. After all, he was your friend before he was your sisterâs boyfriend. And he was determined to make sure that didnât change, no matter how many times Atta rolled her eyes.
"I don't know how you put up with me," you finally admit. "God, I was so annoying. Atta used to get so mad at me for never leaving you alone."
He shrugs one shoulder up. "You weren't annoying to me. I liked it. I mean, I liked that you still felt so...safe? Around me? I guess?"
"Yeah, I did.â You smile. âHonestly, I think you were my best friend.â
He laughs as he looks back over. "I better have been.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. Cause you were mine.â
"Good."
He smirks. "Remember how you used to fall asleep on my shoulder every time we watched a movie?â
"That's right," you groan, burying your face into the palm of your hand. "See? Annoying."
"Not annoying. Cute."
"It was not cute, it was annoying. And you know she hated it.â
âI donât care. She fell asleep on my shoulder, too. It was nice.â
You snort. âIt was weird, letâs face it. But I swear I've outgrown such habits."
He seems to hesitate for only a moment, eyes flicking between yours. "Too bad."
A beat.
You feel your stomach flip as you look away, breaking you both free of the tension. "So...what, um...what brings you to town? I was a little surprised to hear from you."
He takes the cup of coffee the waitress had poured him and slides it closer. "Oh, yeah, I'm...I'm here on business. And I remembered you lived here, so...I thought Iâd reach out.â
"I see."
"Yeah.â He hesitates again. "And...I missed you."
You canât fight the flutter in your chest. "I missed you, too, Har."
The conversation lulls as the busy diner continues to bustle around you. And despite how glad you are to see him, something feels...off. Different.
You aren't sure what. Can't quite put your finger on it. It almost feels like it used to, but something has changed. He looks like your Harry. He sounds like your Harry. He feels like your Harry. And yet, he feels like a stranger.
Maybe it's because it's been so long since you've seen him. Maybe it's because you aren't twenty-three anymore. Or maybe itâs because now heâs no longer Harry, your sisterâs boyfriend.
Now heâs justâŠHarry. Your old friend.
When you notice the way heâs staring, your eyes narrow. âWhat?â
"Nothing." He shrugs again before chuckling under his breath. "No, nothing. Sorry, I just...I don't know. It's just...so strange to see you again. Like this."
"Like...this?"
"Yeah. Just us. Alone. No Atta.â
âAh.â You swallow. âRight.â
âItâs notâŠweird, is it? I mean, it is weird but itâs notâŠuncomfortable, right?â
âNo,â you rush to assure him. âNo, I wanted to meet you. What happened with you two has nothing to do with me.â
He glances down at his lap. âRight.â
Thereâs an edge to the memory that wasnât there before, yet despite your curiosity, you bite your tongue.
âWhat about you?â you say instead. âWhat have you been up to in the last five years?â
He smirks. âOh, not much.â
âUh-huh. You think Iâve grown up, youâre basically an old man now.â
âYeah, yeah, all right. Iâm only 34.â
âThatâs still six years older than me, which makes you old.â
âThanks.â
âIâm serious. You're not that idiot on a motorcycle anymore. Now you say things like, 'I'm in town on business,â and you wear expensive suits, and ridiculous watches."
He glances down at the aforementioned object on his wrist. "In my defense, this was a gift.â
âSure.âÂ
âIt was,â he insists. His eyes flick over your face. âLook, I would have reached out sooner, butâŠafter we broke up, I figured you wouldnât want me to. I mean, you had just started your new job, and I knew it wouldnât be fair to ask you to be a side, soâŠâ
âThere were no sides,â you argue softly. âYou both justâŠgrew apart. You wanted different things.â
âYeah,â he agrees with a sigh. âBut I know it hurt her. It hurt me, too. And it was weird having to say goodbye to all of you. And leave all those memories behind. You were both such a huge part of my life."
"Yeah," you whisper. "You were a huge part of mine, too."
"Does Atta know you're meeting me?"
"No. Didn't really think it was any of her business. This is about us, not her."
His brow raises. "Would she be mad if she did?"
"I don't know,â you admit. âProbably not, but...would it really matter?"
"Of course it would. I'd never want to get in the way of your relationship."
"You aren't," you insist. "Look, she's dating somebody anyway. And I'm sure you are, too. You've both moved on. We're just...old friends catching up, and she'd have to understand that."
He seems to consider this before saying, "Yeah. I'm not, though."
"You're not...what?"
"Seeing anybody," he clarifies, tongue coming out to swipe across his bottom lip. "Haven't really dated anybody since she and I broke up."
"Oh, Harry," you murmur. "I'm...I'm sorryâ"
"No. No, don't be," he insists. "It wasn't...I've just been busy. Working at the firm and renovating my house. I've gone on some dates but nothing serious. I just...haven't met the right person, I guess."
"The right person, huh?" you muse teasingly as you take a sip of your drink. "Okay, and what does Harry Styles' right person look like?"
He exhales an amused chuckle. "God, I don't know. I don't really think I'm that picky. Just...anybody I can get along with, I suppose."
"That's it? No, 'They need a fat ass and the ability to make me a sandwich?'"
He grins so big, the corners of his eyes crinkle. "For fuck's sake. No, nothing like that. Look, I don't know. Call me old fashioned, but...I think sometimes you meet somebody, and you can just...tell. You know? There's this energy, this shift. You look at them...and it all just makes sense.â
And as he looks you, waiting for you to consider thisâŠthe air shifts.
"Yeah," you agree quietly, allowing your attention to fall down his features and land on his lips. "Yeah, that's...you're right."
He seems to notice the way your focus has wandered because he quickly clears his throat and looks back down at his mug. "What, um...what about you? I'm assuming you're seeing somebody."
You look away as well, willing yourself to calm. "Oh? And why do you assume that?"
"Come on," he nearly snorts, eyebrow cocking. "Look at you. You're beautiful and you're smart and you have this effortless ability to make anyone around you feel good. Who wouldn't want to date you?"
"Well...pretty much every male in the city," you retort. "I don't know. I've tried dating but...there's always something missing. It never really feels quite right."
"Yeah. I know what you mean," he hums. "There's this...disconnect. Like you're forcing something that you know isn't right."
"Exactly! It's not that I don't want to find somebody, I just...haven't. It's not as easy as it is with you."
His head tilts. "With me?"
"Yeah, you know," you sigh, hands waving about the air as you try to explain your point. "I haven't seen you in five years but we still, just...picked right back up, you know? As if no time had passed. We're still just us. We can talk, and we can laugh, and we don't have to force anything."
He nods. "Right."
"I mean, honestly? Sometimes I think it would be easier to date somebody I already know. The problem is that all the guys I know are assholes. And too immature, I guess. They've got no sense of purpose, no drive. And itâs not like I need to be taken care of, butâŠitâd be nice to know they could. You know?â
"Yeah. You need someone with a good head on their shoulders."
"Exactly. I need someone who feels more like an equal than this thing I need to take care. I want to date a man, not a Tamagotchi."
He laughs again and the sound brings the butterflies back to your stomach. You feel proud to have amused him. And even more proud of the way he casually places a hand on your arm as he takes a deep breath.Â
When he lets go, you look down at the spot on your skin as if you can still see outline of his fingers.Â
"You'll find somebody," he tells you, and you do your best to ignore the sparks dancing up the back of your neck. "You will. And they'll be perfect for you. Old enough to know better and wise enough to do it right."
You place your palm over the spot he once touched, squeezing it gently. "Yeah. Hey, and you, too. Anybody would be lucky to have you."
His eyes linger on yours. "Yeah?"
You smile. "Yeah."
The next few minutes are devoted to sharing stories about your families. He asks how your parents are, you ask about his. He tells you about his job and you tell him about your roommate. You recall every detail of the past five years, and once you've finally caught up to today, he pays for your drinks, and offers to walk you home.
You make your way along the busy streets of the city as Harry tells you that he's thinking about getting a cat. You laugh and tell him that he'd make a wonderful cat dad, and he seems to flush.
You wonder why.
Fifteen minutes later, you're walking up the steps to your building, already apologizing for the messy state of your apartment before he's even stepped foot inside.
He snorts the implication away, assuring you that no matter what, it can't be worse than how Atta used to keep her place.
And the mention of your sister breeds an odd feeling in your chest. Unease, and this strange tinge of jealousy. Like you're almost peeved at him for bringing her up. For reminding you that he's seen the inside of her room before.
But you shake it away as you push the door open, refusing to linger on the thought.
"Well...this is it," you declare, stepping aside to let him enter. "Probably looks smaller than you remember, butâŠit does the trick.â
He takes a moment to glance over your knickknacks and decor before he grins. âI love it.âÂ
"Really?"
"Yeah." He shoves his hands into his expensive coat pockets and nods. "Yeah, really. It feels...fitting."
"What do you mean?"
"I donât know. It just feels like you.â
Your teeth gnaw on the inside of your cheek as you walk to the kitchen. "Well...thanks. I think."
You offer him a glass of water, to which he declines, before you join him back by the door. You're not sure that youâre quite ready to say goodbye, but you know he can't stay forever.
You wonder if you actually want him to.
You wonder if it would be so bad if you did.
"This wasâŠreally nice," he says as he takes a half-step through the doorframe. "Really, Dot. I'm proud of you. And everything youâve done. And I'm really glad that I can still call you my friend after everything."
Your heart starts to pound a little harder inside your chest. "Yeah, me too. I really missed you, Har. I hope we can catch up again soon."
The side of his mouth curls up as his eyes soften. "I'd like that."
With that, he moves into the hall, and you close the door behind him.
The feeling that follows is...strange. Overwhelming. Like something is wrong. Like something has just been ripped away from you.Â
Like something is missing.
You feel on edge. Off-balance. Confused and unsure and you have no idea why. Thereâs a pain in your stomach that wasnât there before and a hollowness in your heart that didnât exist before you saw him.
Suddenly, there's a sharp knock on your door. "Dot?"
He's back.
Confused and slightly excited, you swing it back open to find him braced against your frame. Heâs quiet as he studies you, brows woven together in what appears to be deep thought before he strides back inside your apartment and begins to pace your floor.
"Okay," he begins. Strained. "Okay, tell me...tell me this isn't just me. Tell me this isn't just in my head."
You shut the door. "What do you mean?â
He looks at you before frantically gesturing between your two bodies. "This. This thing weâve been doing all afternoon. Tell me it's not just me. Tell me you feel it.â
And you're almost certain you know what he means, but the implication of it scares the shit out of you.
So, you simply tilt your head. "Har...feel what? I don't know what you're talking aboutâ"
"Us.â He stares at you. âUs, there's something...there's something different here. Something that wasn't here before."
"Like...?"
"Like...like the way you look at me," he says, eyes on yours as you feel your heart begin to race. "You never used to look at me that way."
Your lashes flutter, and suddenly, you feel acutely aware of the way you've begun to gawk at him. Have you been looking at him differently?
"And the way you speak to me," he continues. "Talking about needing someone to take care of you. Someone older. Someone...more mature."
You swallow.
He takes a step closer. "And all day, you've just...youâve found a way to brush your hand against mine. Or your arm. And you laugh at everything I say, even when it isn't funny. And I know you. I know this can't be what I think it is, but...you gotta tell me I'm not going crazy. You have to tell me it's not just...me."
And you realize now that you have an easy way out. You could brush off the accusation and tell him that it is just in his head. That he's your sister's ex-boyfriend, and he's your friend, and that you would never make a pass at him.
But then you say, "âŠwhat if it wasn't just you?"
He goes still, lips parting as he leans back. Almost as if struggling to understand what you've just said.
Truth be told, you're struggling to understand it yourself. You hadn't realized just how differently you'd been acting toward him. Or that youâd begun to wonder what would happen if he was your Harry instead of hers.
Because heâs not hers anymore. Heâs just a man. A very attractive man. With a job, and a house, and enough emotional maturity not to make a fart joke every three minutes.
And it's not your fault that you're starting to see him in a different light. It's been years. Five whole years since you've spoken to him and you're both adults now. Completely different people, and would it really be the worst thing if you wondered what could have been?
"DotâŠ" he begins slowly, clearly wrestling with what he wants to say, "âŠyou don'tâŠI don't think you really know what you're doing."
You take a step as well, challenging him. "What am I doing?"
"You're...you'reâ" His fingers find the bridge of his nose as he squeezes. Hard. "Fuck, Dot. Don'tâŠdon't do thisâ"
"Do what? Flirt with you?"
His palms fly to his ears with a wince. "Stop. No, you didn't...you didn't say that. You're not flirting with me. You're not flirting with meâ"
"What if I am?" you retort, following after him with a surge of confidence you didnât realize you had. "Why would that be so wrong?"
"Because,â he scoffs, shooting a stern look your way. "Youâre Attaâs little sister. And weâre friends. And youâre basically a childâ"
"I'm not a child," you remind him. "I'm twenty-eight. I've been making capable decisions for quite some time nowâ"
"But not this," he hisses, the muscles in his neck straining. "NotâŠshit. You can't do this. You can'tââ
"Why not? You said it yourself, there's something different hereâ"
"But not thisâ"
"Why not?"
"BecauseâŠyou're you," he huffs. "You're...you're my best friend, and my exâs little sister, and IâmâŠIâm just this big, bad man come to ruin you.â
And somehow, the idea goes straight to your cunt.
"You're not ruining me, Harry," you say, even though you wish he would. "Weâre adults. Old friends catching up and realizing that maybe things can be different now."
He takes in a breath. "But they can't be. They can't be differentâ"
"Whyâ"
"Because it's not rightâ"
"What's not right? What?" you argue. "Is it just the age difference? Is it Atta? Is it that you aren't attracted to me, because I know you were flirting with me, tooâ"
His entire face twists into a grimace as he inhales sharply and presses his hands back over his ears. "God. Don't say thatâ"
"You were," you insist. "Like it or not, I'm not the little girl you used to know. All right, and there's...there's nothing wrong with us testing the watersâ"
He steels himself, arms dropping back to his sides. "We can't."
"Why?" you repeat for what feels like the hundredth time. "Why can't we? Huh? We're not breaking any rules. We're not doing anything illegal. I don't see what's so wrong with just tryingâ"
"I'd ruin you," he says again, with so much conviction that it makes your stomach drop. "I would ruin any chance you had at a normal relationshipâa normal life. All right, being with me...it would complicate everything. And I'd never do that to youâ"
"I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm just asking you to tryâ"
"Try what?"
"Try seeing." You take another step, making sure you have his full attention. "JustâŠtry seeing if what we think is here is actually here. If maybe we were meant to find each other again after all this time. If this is where it all finally makes sense."
He considers this for a moment. Considers you. And you aren't sure when you suddenly became so enamored by the thought of Harry, but youâre here now. And heâs here. And thereâs a shift.
And it feels right.
Then, his head begins to shake. "No. No, I know better. I have to know better. I have to do better than this. I can't...God, I can't believe I'm even...no. No, you mean too much to me for me to ruin this."
You feel your chest deflate as your lips press into a thin line. And you stare at him. You stare and you see the indecision and anguish on his face. You see the way he wrestles with the idea you've given him. The way he wrestles with himself.
The way he wrestles with you.
You don't want to push him. Because you know this is something you can never take back. And maybe there's just too much adrenaline in your veins right now. Maybe you aren't thinking straight, and once he leaves and the moment passes, youâll wonder what you were so worked up about anyway.
But right now, all you feel is disappointment.
"Fine," you whisper, and his eyes soften. "No, fine. You're right. You're right, this is...I never should have said anything. I wasâŠconfused. I was just happy to see you again and I thought it was something else, butâŠyou're right. It's nothing. And I don't wanna be your mid-life crisis. I just want us to be friends again.â
Your tiny apartment falls silent as you both settle onto this conclusion. As you let your heartbreak dangle in the air.
Then, his fingers between to flex and his teeth begin to grit, and watch in real time as he starts to change his mind.
Then, he murmurs, âOh, fuck it.â
Next thing you know, he's closing the gap between you, taking hold of your face and kissing you hard.
You donât have time to process it. Donât even care to process it. But you donât care. Because everything makes sense now.
So, you feel him. Surrender to him. Indulge in the dominate pull of his hands on your jaw as he takes a taste of you on his tongue. As he presses his hips so hard into yours that you feel your knees go weak.
You make a noise in your throat as he goes deeper, and he growls. Like he's fighting himself. Fighting the urge to take as he begins roughly walking you back until youâre slammed against the wall.
He knows exactly what he's doing in a way that younger men never have. He makes you feel both taken care of and somehow, still completely helpless. You don't have to think about anything with him because he does everything.Â
He presses his strong, tall frame into yours until he practically disappears into you. His large hand grips onto the back of your neck as you whimper, taking control of the momentâof youâuntil the only thought left in your head is just more.
And you don't doubt that he'd give you more if you asked, but before you can, he pulls back, and puts the moment on pause.
You feel breathless. Dejected. Wilting in his hold as he meets your eye and looks for your reaction.
But he wonât find it. And you bite back a whine as you wait for him to come back.
He sweeps his thumbs along your cheek before sighing to himself. "Dot..."
You feel your stomach turn at the nickname. At the way it comes out raspy and desperate. "Donât say it."
But he does, anyway. "We shouldn't do this."
"I know," you murmur, fingers disappearing into his hair while he seems to nestle into your touch. "I know, but I want to. I want to, Har. SoâŠplease donât make me lose you again.â
Another beat passes before he groans and presses his forehead to yours. âGod,â he nearly growls, and the sound makes your thighs squeeze together. âDotââ
"I won't tell," you promise while his jaw clenches. "I won't, I swear. I'll be your secret."
Just like that, the hand he placed on your thigh tightens. Squeezing until you're squirming beneath him. Heâs losing his conviction and youâre losing your patience.
"This is wrong," he mumbles. "S'wrong, Dot. I can't do this to you. Can't do this with you...I can't...I know better. I have to do better.â
You tug on his hair as you straighten up, whining beneath a strained breath. "I donât want you to do better. I want you to do me.â
He exhales deeply with this, nose running down the side of your face as his lips travel to your neck. He seems to take refuge there, subtly pressing kisses to your throat as he thinks. "I want to," he tells you softly. "You have no idea how badly I want to. How badly I want to do everything for you. Show you how a real man fucks. Until you see stars.â
"Har," you just about gasp, anxious to have him do just that. "Please...pleaseâ"
"Fuck." His thigh slots between the both of yours and you writhe against him, searching for anything you might find. "Be so easy to take you. Be so easy to show you what you're missing. To wreck you until youâre begging for moreâ"
"So do it," you plead, pulling on him until his mouth meets yours. "Do it, Har. Please. Just once. Just once, and I promise I'll be so good. Be so good for you. Won't ever ask you againâ"
His hold on you grows more determined before he's ripping you away from the wall and slinging you toward your bed a few feet away.
Heâs on you in seconds, hovering about where you lie as you greedily grab for him. "Promise me," he hisses as his palm slips beneath your shirt, and a needy whimper bleeds from your throat. "Promise me that this is what you want."
"I promise," you repeat quickly, arching into his touch. "Promiseâ"
"Promise me...that you'll be good," he says next, fingers brushing over the material of your bra. "That you'll behave. That you'll do exactly what I tell you."
"Yes," you breathe, eyes falling shut.
"Fucking promise me..." he continues as he scratches down your chest, "...that you won't tell. That you'll be my dirty little secret. That you'll be mine. That you'll let me ruin you and that you'll fucking thank me for doing itâ"
The last domino falls. Crashes to the ground as you tug him down to you so you can kiss him. So, you can prove your loyalty. Prove that this is everything youâve ever wanted.
You feel him smile.
"You little fucking minx,â he purrs.
Your skin warms as Harry's stunned but unceasingly enthralled gaze lingers on the red lace of your underwear. However, his fingers move instead for your hips. His hauntingly empty touch ghosting across the fabric of your underwear as you anxiously await contact.
But he doesn't give it to you. Not quite, not yet. He just wants to look at you. Wants to drink you in. Allow himself the privilege of seeing what he never has before.
"Did you wear these just for me, little one?" he asks in a gravely drawl, eyes flicking up to yours from where he lays between your thighs.Â
You swallow as you look across your stomach at him. You're not sure why you picked out this particular set today. Perhaps it was a subconscious choice or perhaps destiny was simply on your side.
"Maybe," you murmur, nails curling into your palm as you work in shallow breaths. God, you need him to touch you. Need him to do something about the mess that's sitting two inches in front of his face.
The very same mess he's pretending he doesn't notice.
Your response encourages a smirk as he hums and glances back down at the little white bow placed delicately in the center. "S'cute, Dot," he says softly, pinching the ribbon between his thumb and forefinger. "Fucking precious, actually. Knowing you got yourself all dolled up. Just to see me."
He pulls his lip between his teeth and glances back over your face. He's amused by the weary and desperate expression you wear and you're two seconds away from groaning.
His touch moves down. Down, down, down until the pad of his finger brushes over your clit.Â
You tense before releasing a shaky exhale.Â
Satisfied with this reaction, he moves even lower. Until he finds that growing wet patch that's beginning to hurt.
"What's this?" he coos, looking down toward the darkened red fabric. "Oh, darling...s'this for me, too?"
You're not sure where your quippy attitude from before has gone because now you can do nothing but nod mutely as you shift beneath his hand.
"Yeah?" His eyebrow raises as he grins at you. "Is this what has you so anxious?"
You give him another nod.
He hums. "Think I need to see for myself, hm?" He smirks and pats his palms against your hips. "Take these off for me."
You quickly reach down to hook your fingers around the hem of your underwear and drag them down your thighs. Once they've been pulled from your body, you get ready to toss them onto the other side of the bed. But before they can be flicked from the tips of your fingers, Harry snatches them with his fist.
"Uh-uh," he tuts as he tucks them into his suit's breast pocket. "These are mine now."
You suck in a sharp, eager pant. "Harâ"
"Shh." He settles back onto his stomach, hands curling around your thighs to guide them apart and allow him a better visual. "M'busy, little one."
But itâs nearly impossible to stay quiet as his warm breath fans across your pussy, making the mess that much more obvious to you both. In fact, you can practically see the glistening reflection in his eye as he studies your cunt in the most intimate of ways.
You're not sure what he wants. What he's doing or planning or thinking. And you don't know why, but the way he stares at you does more for the apprehensive coil in your gut than him actually touching you has.
Finally, he makes another satisfied noise deep within the back of his throat before he brings his fingers back to you.
Two are placed just above your clit before he teasingly drags them down. However, when your hips buck up, he merely shoves them back down with a tsk.
Once youâre still, he starts again. Easing himself through your folds as he spreads you with the utmost glee. Fascinated by the way your body feels, the way it reacts to him.
His tongue sits between his lips as he ventures down, and the moment he finds the pooling of arousal waiting for him...you see the muscles in his neck contract.
"DarlingâŠ" The nickname is whispered across your body as he scoots closer. "Bet this hurts, doesn't it?"
"Yes," you reply instantaneously, straining around the singular word as you resist the urge to whimper.Â
He circles the tip of his finger around your aching hole, almost as if to test you. "Oh, precious girl...how long, hm? How long have you been in so much pain?"
Truthfully, since you hugged him at the diner.
"All day," you say aloud, hands gripping onto the duvet beneath you. "All day, Har. Been thinking about you all day."
And that is the honest answer. You'd been anxiously awaiting your meeting from the moment you woke up.
But he smiles as if he knows better, despite the way he seems to bask in your response. "All day, hm? And what were you gonna do if I never came back? Were you just gonna sit here and rub your pretty thighs together?"
Your heart skips while your hands gather atop of your stomach.
His brow raises. "No? Well then how were you gonna take care of it, hm?"
For a moment, you think this is simply rhetorical, but the longer the silence stretches, the more obvious it becomes that he expects an answer.
You swallow the odd lump in your throat. "How do you think?"
"Uh-uh," he chastises again. "I wanna hear you say it. Want you to tell me exactly how you were gonna fix this little problem of yours had I not been here."
Your head flops back against the pillows as you glare at the ceiling. He's always been rather infuriating but now he's a menace.
"Dot..." He's warning you. Calling you back. Urging you not to be so bratty.
With a tentative sigh, you look back at him. "My...vibrator."
He perks up. "Yeah?"
You nod faintly.Â
"Tell me how," he instructs next, jutting his chin toward you. "Better yet...show me. Show me how you've been taking care of yourself all these years."
Feeling rather embarrassed under the spotlight of such an intimate request, you shyly look over toward your nightstand and outstretch a hand. After pulling the drawer open, you slip inside and find the purple wand that's just small enough to fit snugly inside your palm.
And Harry watches with a certain wonder in his eye as you bring the dainty toy closer. Yet, he says nothing while you slowly guide it toward your stomach and down to your thighs.
But he does, however, shift in order to make room, scooting back by a hair to allow you the space you need to place the head right above your aching clit.
For some reason, doing something so private in front of him feels...odd. Strange and almost unsettling. And perhaps that's just nerves, but you can't deny the heat that rushes to your face as he looks between you and the vibrator.
"S'this it, then?" he murmurs, a hint of teasing laced within the remark. "Don't even have to turn it on?"
Your thumb taps against the power button, a nervous tic, although you refrain from switching the toy on just yet. "No..."
His smirk is borderline haughty. "Then what do you do, little one? How do you use it?"
You say nothing. You hold his stare, and you hold a deep breath, and you hold the wand to your glistening cunt.
Then...you flip the switch.
The soft, dainty vibrations echo across the room, across your bodies, and across your clit as it's met with the instant stimulation of the pulsating wand.
You choke on a gasp as you return your eyes to the ceiling, allowing for the feeling to take control of each remaining sense.
And as you do, Harry's hands make themselves known to you as they begin to smooth up your legs, helping guide your thighs further apart once again.
There's an ever-so-slight stretch that follows as your muscles are pulled, and the distinctive burn makes your lashes flutter shut.
"There you go," he whispers. "So pretty, darling. God, could watch you do this all day."
Truthfully, you imagine youâre quite a sight. After all, youâve watched yourself before. You know how it looks. Know exactly the kind of visual fantasy Harry is witness to right now.
So, you play it up, give him a show. After all...he's got a front row seat.
You rotate the head slowly, circling down and around your hole before retreating and dragging the object back up and through.
And you shiver every time it brushes against that particular sweet spot. Every time the pulses slow just to speed up once more. It's almost torturous the way your body is being bent to such salacious desires. And cruel the way you're forced to do this while he only watches.
A whimper slips free, and you arch off the bed, pressing the toy as tight against your body as you can stand.
You hear Harry chuckle.Â
"Easy," he warns before you feel his fingers curl around your wrist, encouraging your grip to relax. "Take it slow, Dot. Not in a hurry, are you?"
"No," you breathe, head shaking zealously. "No, m'just...feels good."
"Does it?" He almost sounds surprised. "Hm. Interesting. Seeing as you're doing it wrong."
Your head lifts.
He glances toward the vibrator. "May I?"
You nod.
Pleased, he slips the toy free from between your fingers and clears his throat. Focused eyes landing on your body as he readies the bullet.Â
Then...he begins.
It meets your clitâan innocent, familiar touchâbefore it's instantly being dragged down. He's slow with it. Giving you enough time to feel each particular flutter and twitch.Â
Your soft gasps and grateful sighs carry him further, until the tiny head of the toy is swimming through your arousal. You fall still, attention locked on the man by your knees.Â
But heâs still focused. Soft, green eyebrows weaving together as his pretty cherry lips stretch into a smile.
Something changesâeverything changesâwhen he slips the head inside. Your entire body ripples from the vibrations as you stumble over his name and squirm across the mattress.
He only laughs before placing his arm overtop your stomach to keep you cemented to the bed. "None of that. Stay still for me."
"Har," you whisper, depleted of any strength. "Please..."
"What, little one? What do you want?"
"I need...please, I'm..."
"What? Does it feel good?"
"Yes. Yes...yes, feels so good. Please..."
"Please what? What do you want, sugar?"
More. Everything. Anything. "Fuck, I'mâdon't stop. Please don't stop."
"Oh, darling," he breathes. "I'd never dream of it."
He takes the toy out and moves it back to your clit, circling gently a few times before pressing down hard.Â
And you almost miss the full feeling it provided as it was eased into you, but before you can dwell for too long...Harry's extending his fingers and slipping them into your cunt.
Not one, but two of those beautiful digits push past your walls and begin to stretch you, ripping a gasp from your throat at the simultaneous stimulation.Â
"Attagirl," he murmurs from below, and you can hear the smug undertone. "That's what you wanted, hm? Needed something to fill you."
Your chest heaves, the red lace of your bra lifting and falling as you roll your head back. "God, Harâ"
"Tell me, darling," he continues, easing himself out just to push back in. "Were you gonna use your own fingers? If I wasn't here? Gonna ride your pretty little hand?"
You can't tell if he already knows the answer or if he just wants to picture your hand between your thighs.
Either way, you pant out, "Mhm."
"Yeah? How many, honey? How many were you gonna use?"
"...two."
He tsks, seemingly disappointed with this answer. "Just two? Hm. And would it have felt like this, darling? Would they be able to do it for you the way mine can?"
To accompany this ask, he curls upward, nearly yanking the pleasure out of you as you choke on a cry and writhe away from him.Â
"Fuckâ" Your teeth tug on your bottom lip. "Shit, Harâ"
"Is that a no, then?" He thrusts his fingers out and back in again. "Would you have gotten yourself this wet...with just your own hand?"
The sound of him slipping through your arousal meets your ear as you groan and look down.
"No?" He adds a third finger while making sure to keep the wand of the vibrator exactly where it needs to be. "What about when you thought of me? Would that have done it for you, sugar? Thinking of me while you soaked your sheets? While you dripped down your knuckles as you fucked yourself?"
You've never heard a man talk to you this way. You already knew his experience superseded that of any man you'd been with before but this. None of those other boys ever knew how. But Harry...God. He knows just what to say. Knows exactly what you need to hear, and it overwhelms you.
"Har...Harâ"
"Need an answer," he reminds you, but when you refuse to offer him one, he takes himself away. His fingers, the toy, his body. Leaning away completely as your pussy goes completely quiet.
"Harry," you just about moan, pushing up onto your elbows to leverage the playing field. "You...I'm...I was justâ"
"Disobeying," he answers for you. "That's what you were doing. And I don't think that's fair, do you?"
You frown. You know this tone he's taking with you. Authoritative and condescending. It makes you huff. "Fine. I'll try again."
"Good girl," he murmurs, nodding at you as if to encourage confidence.
"I...wait, what was the question again?"
He smiles at this, releasing an amused chuckle beneath his breath before crawling back to you. His hands find the mattress beside your hips and he settles between your parted thighs, lips dangerously closer now.
And you can smell him. Smell his cologne, and his aftershave, and his shampoo. Can feel the heat radiating off his body, even through the expensive suit. Can see how much he wants to take care of youâruin you. As promised.
"Do you get yourself this wet...when I'm not around?" he repeats, and the tip of his nose brushes against yours.
Your breath hitches. "No."
The answer was always obvious, but you know he needed to hear you say it.Â
"Do you touch yourself...the way I touch you?"Â
"No."
"Can you make yourself come the way I can?"
"God, noâ" you gasp before taking hold of his face and smashing his mouth against yours.
His lips are perfect and his kiss is perfect and the two of you are perfect together. A connection so seamless, so effortless...it's as if you were always meant to be.
A ridiculous notion, you think to yourself, but right now...it's quite nice.
He pulls himself back just enough to meet your eye and offer a devious grin. "Then letâs find out, hm?"
Rough fingertips travel up the length of your inner thigh, forming goosebumps in the wake. You shiver, ready to receive his touch once again before he dances right past your cunt, and up your hip.Â
He moves for the lace on your chest, tugging on the wire between your breasts with a disappointed tsk.
"I want this gone," he decides, plucking it from your skin. "Need to see all of you, Dot."
And before you can even reach back to undo the hook, he's looping an arm underneath your back, lifting you up, and flicking the clasp free.Â
Once done, he yanks the bra down your arms and body before flinging it somewhere behind him.
Your eyes shut as your naked chest is revealed to him, heart hammering against your ribcage.
But then, you feel those lips again. He wraps his mouth around your left nipple before you can even whisper his name, sucking on you as though he's determined to make you see stars.
Which you do the moment his teeth pull on the sensitive skin. And you can't help but mewl as his tongue flicks cruel and merciless patterns against before moving for your collarbone.
He groans as he goes, situating his knee between your legs and pressing it directly against your cunt. His other hand gropes at your right breast, kneading at the tender flesh until his mouth reaches your neck. He nips at a vein just below your jaw and you arch up into him, chest knocking into his.
He sucks sweet bruises into the curve of your throat before licking apologies over the newly ruined skin. It's slow and painful and beautifully good.
Everything about him is beautiful and good.
His entire body seems to cater to yours as he cages you to the mattress and easily pulls whimpers from your throat. As he touches you, and pleases you, and knows you in a way nobody else ever has.Â
You grind yourself against his leg before glancing down. And thatâs when you notice the way your arousal has begun to soak through his nice pants. The way a dark little patch seeps into the fancyâand expensiveâmaterial. A sight both erotic and humiliating.
Your whimper forces his eyes to where yours reside, and he smirks when he sees your mess.
"What's the matter, little one?" he asks, taking his hand from your tit and using it to grab onto your jaw. "Are you embarrassed?"
You nod, despite his hold.
"Oh, my dirty little girl,â he hums. âI don't mind you soaking my trousers. But I'd rather you soak my cock."
You'd rather that, too, and you're more than grateful when he leans back to undo his belt. You don't know where this will lead you. If youâll fuck him and then lose contact for another five years.Â
Or if youâll fuck him and change everything.
But right now, you don't mind. You'll happily exist in this moment with him. In these bad decisions until you're coming so hard, you forget your own name.
He leans back to begin ridding himself of his clothes and you scramble upward to help him along. Your greedy hands grab at his jacket and his shirt, wrestling them down his arms and off his broad chest. Wanting to see him the way he can see you.
You nearly moan when his inked skin is revealed to you. You knew he'd gotten a few tattoos in college, and even some a bit after. But seeing them now, painted across such a tan, toned canvas makes your head spin.
"Easy," he laughs, reaching out to swipe his thumb beside your mouth to collect the pooling drool. "Save some for me, hm?"Â
But you can't. Instead, you take his finger between your lips and bury it beside your tongue.
Surprised, his lashes flutter. But once you realize he wonât be able to undo his pants without both hands, you regretfully pop his digit free. Allowing him to slip out of his briefs until his cock springs free.
HeâsâŠperfect. Still. Somehow. Red and swollen and leaking just for you. And you clench from the mere thought of having something so beautiful inside you.
You crawl closer, eager for a taste, but Harry simply grabs hold of your chin.
"Yes, little one?" he murmurs, using his other hand to hold his cock. "Did you want something?"
You nod and lean forward another inch.
"All right," he concedes, pumping himself before subtly tugging you down. "Just a taste, honey. Since you've been so good."
He leads your mouth to him and without a moment's hesitation, you outstretch your tongue, and drag it along the underside.
You revel in the way you feel him twitch. In the way he exhales a deep breath through parted lips while moving his fingers to your hair, guiding you closer but not too close. Just enough to get him on your tastebuds.
You hum when you reach the tip, eager to indulge in the pre-cum already beading in pearly drops. And the vibrations from your eager appreciation make the muscles in his stomach quiver as he curses your name.
However, you barely get the chance to wrap your mouth around him before he's yanking on your hair, and straightening you back up.
"What did I say?" he hisses. "Don't be greedy, Dot."
"I'm sorry," you whisper, swallowing the bit of him still lingering in your mouth. "M'sorry, won't do it again."
"No, you won't. Or I'll go back on my promise."
"No," you whine, needy fingers wrapping around his wrist to keep him close. "No, won't do it again. I promise."
You know heâs amused with your desperation, and even though you're slipping fast, he can't help but be entertained. "We'll see, little one."
With a fervent motion of your head, you scramble back to the pillows to lay down, legs spreading as if to invite him in.
He smirks as he strokes his cock a time or two more while settling himself between your thighs. You imagine he could have you in a number of ways, a plethora of positions. But he chooses this. He chooses to see your face this first time. To see every ounce of pleasure etched within your features.
And truth be told, you don't mind. You could stare at him forever.
"Do you have any condoms?" he asks next, dipping down to press his lips to yours for only a second. "Or would you prefer to go without?"
You consider this. You're on birth control and you do have a bit of a creampie kink, so you shake your head.Â
"Without," you answer quickly before lifting an eyebrow. "Unless you'd like to?"
"No," he chuckles, placing a kiss to your nose this time. "Just wanted to make sure. Promised to take care of you, and that's what I plan to do."
Your heart flutters.
"Okay, gonna need you to be good, honey," he tells you now, large palm landing on your hip to steady you. "Gonna need you to take me and do as I say, all right? And I'll make it worth it."
"I will," you agree quickly, fingers traveling up the dips in his arms, ghosting over each muscle until you reach his shoulders. "Be so good, Har, promise."
"Uh-uh." His hand smacks against your inner thigh in warning before his thick eyebrow cocks up. "S'not my name, darling. Not right now."
Curious as to what he might mean, you study him for only a moment before you realize.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
Just like that, something in his demeanor switches.Â
Truth be told, the name doesn't do much for you. But you revel in the way he feeds off it. Find absolute euphoria in the way he lights up at your obedience until you want nothing more than to please him again. To call him anything he wants as long as he keeps looking at you like that.
"Good girl," he growls beneath a deep breath before he's bringing his cock closer.
He starts by dragging it along your clit, making you jolt and buck before his hand splays across your stomach to force you back down.
"No," he says simply, eyes fixated on the torture he's currently implementing.Â
He does it again, letting your swollen, puffy clit jump from the slight brush of his tip while he drags it through your arousal and shifts forward.
"Breathe," he orders next, stealing a quick glance at your puckered lips and wide eyes. âAll right?â
âYes, Sir.â
He slides in slowly, pushing past your tight walls, coaxing the muscles to stretch to his size.
At first, it's nothing more than a soft, easy sensation. Relaxing, in a sense as it aids the ache and fills the void his fingers left behind.
Then...he goes deeper.Â
And this is what you'd been waiting for. The slight tension and subtle burn as your body is forced to accommodate him. You're thankful he goes slow. Not just because of the pain. But because you both want to watch.
You want to watch the way he pulls your body apart. Wanna watch him disappear into your tight hole that pulls him in. Wanna watch the way you flutter and clench and claim him the way heâs claiming you.
"Oh, that's my fucking girl," he groans to himself. "Fucking hell, Dot. Didnât think youâd be so tight."
"Yeah, wellâŠnever had someone like you before," you tease, gauging your body's reaction by slowly rolling your hips up.Â
"Yeah?" His hand lands on your throat, smoothing up the sides of your neck until he can squeeze a gasp from your lips. âNever, huh?â
You shake your head and with one quick thrust, he bottoms out, forcing a strangled cry as you arch into him.
âNever had someone stretch this pretty pussy the way it deserves, yeah?â He tsks again. âWhat a fucking shame.â
He rears back, and the pain and the pleasure that follow him out make your chest cave in.
However, heâs quickly driving himself back in before you can complain, pushing past the fluttering muscles once more as you keen and rake your nails down the blanket.
"Harry," you breathe, his name like a lifeline as you drown in his sin.Â
But it earns you another firm smack to your outer thigh as he grunts his disapproval into your neck. "No," he warns before nipping just below your jaw. "You know better."
But reallyâŠyou donât. "Sir...please," you amend.
"Hm. S'a good girl," he praises. "Knew you'd behave for me, yeah? My perfect little toyâ"
A rather debauched moan rips from between your gritted teeth as his hips ram into yours. You can feel him everywhere. In your stomach, in your head, in your heart. His legs against yours, his chest against yours, his entire body against yours until you're almost convinced he's gonna become one with your bloodstream.
Not that you'd mind.
His arm slips beneath you once more in order to lift you up and provide him with a new angle. Then, he thrusts himself into you again as your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp for air.
"There she is, that's what you needed. Yeah, little one?' He does it again, brushing against that one spot that makes your toes curl. "The other boys never did it, did they?"
You whine, knees bending besides his hips as you attempt to follow after him when he pulls back.Â
But he's quick to tut and knock you back down onto your ass. "No. You don't rush me, darling. We do this my way. On my time. If I wanna stay here and fuck you nice and slow, then youâll behave, and youâll fucking take me.â
Youâd like to agree, but heâs thrusting himself back in before you can.
"You will thank me for taking my time," he continues in a coarse cadence that seems to reverberate from his chest. "You will thank me...for being so goddamn good to you. And you will thank meâŠfor doing it right."
"Harry, pleaseâ" you just about wail, hands finding his arms as you grasp on for dear life.
But the fingers around your throat tighten until the edges of your vision begin to blur.
"There you fucking go again," he growls, stilling his rhythmic attacks as he meets your eye. He seems to enjoy watching your focus go fuzzy. "Starting to think you like to be punished, hm? And here I thought you had a praise kink."
You clutch onto his wrist, nails scratching along the veins in his arm as he pounds into you at a harder pace.
But you don't mind. You enjoy watching him give into the voices inside his head. Enjoy the way his chocolate brown curls sweep across his forehead, the way his eyebrows weave together and the muscles in his jaw constrict.
For a 34-year-old man, he seems to possess quite a bit of stamina. He'd mentioned earlier his enjoyment for running and exercising, detailing his rather excessive and diligent routine.
And you'd smirked because you'd assumed he was showing off or because he was trying to stay ahead of the inevitable "dad-bod" in his future.
But now you understand why he's really so meticulous. He's a long way from looking his age. Apart from some subtle, but soft crinkles near his eyes and a few gray hairs that peek through the auburn waves, he looks rather youthful.Â
And his body. You swallow another noise as you let your hungry gaze trail over every inch, every muscle, every quiver in his thighs as he braces himself above you.
Sir feels like a more appropriate title to you now. Because he is. He is your superior in this moment A man to be respected and revered. Someone who not only knows better,.but knows you. Knows your body and how to play it like an instrument.Â
There's something exciting about submitting to him. Something tantalizing about being at his mercy. Most of the other men you've been with have felt more like your equals than anything else. Which you haven't minded in the least bit.
But the way Harry has managed to fit you into the submissive, subservient role so quickly suggests that perhaps...this is where you were always meant to be.
Beneath him.
"Oh, honey," he coos, a mix of condescension and amusement. "Can feel you squeezin' me. Need it so bad, don't you? Need to come, hm?"
"Yes. Yes," you whisper, nuzzling your face into his neck, lips eagerly pressing into the salty skin at your disposal. "Please, HaâSir. Please let me come. Can't...can't hold itâ"
"You will,â he says before heâs grabbing hold of your wrist and hosting it above your head. Burying into the pillow and preventing you from reaching for your clit. âForget it, Princess. Told you to take me. So you will. Exactly how I tell you.âÂ
"Sirâ"
"I said no. I plan to keep you here for quite some time. Plan to feel you coming around my cock as many times as I see fit. And I expect you to behave for me the way you promised. Can you do that? Or do I need to stop?"
"No," you gasp, tears springing to your eyes at the very thought. "No, no, pleaseâ"
"Then what are you going to do?"
You swallow a moan and lift your chin proudly. "Take it."
A pleased smile crawls across his face as he hums and dips down to press his mouth to yours. "There she is," he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip. "My good girl. Try to remember that, yeah? Or I'll keep you here all day."
However, thatâs something else you wouldn't exactly mind, and you shiver as he pushes your knee into your chest.
"Fucking hell, Dot," he mumbles, eyes falling back down to where you're coating his cock. "Oh, my perfect toy. Look at the way you treat me, honey. Treat me so well, fucking soaking me, aren't youâ"
"Yes, Yes, pleaseâŠ"
"I know. I know, little one. Feels so good to be filled, yeah? To be fucked the right wayâ"
"God, yes. More...pleaseâ"
"More, huh? Need more? Need me to make it better? Need me to fucking takeâ"
Suddenly, your phone rings.
The soft, melodic chime cuts through Harryâs vulgar response, bringing the moment to a close as his thrusts falter and he glances over.
God, you hate that stupid, evil, sadistic machine. Right now, you wish you'd never bought it. You wish you could throw it again the wall until it shatters into a thousand fucking pieces so as long as he just keeps going.
Instead, he searches your nightstand for the small device before he's releasing your leg in order to reach for it.Â
"No, Har," you plead, attempting to grab onto his hand. "Just let it go to voicemail, it's fineâ"
"But that wouldn't be very polite, now, would it?" he tuts, glancing over the screen. "And I think you need to take this, darling."
"Harry, pleaseâ"
"Shh," he says sharply. âYou're gonna take this phone call and you're gonna use your word. And then, and you're gonna come for me."
His thumb hovers over the green button and he guides the phone to your ear.Â
"And you're not gonna make a fucking sound," he adds, dropping his voice to a threatening hiss before pressing the receiver to your ear. "Or I fucking stop. Do you understand?"
You do your best to nod, and he smiles before tapping the screen.
Through a slight quiver, you say, "Hello?"
"Hey! Long time no talk, babe. How are you?"
Your eyes just about pop out of your head.
Atta.
Her cheerful tone and eager greeting make the blood drain from your face as you look up at the man hovering above you.
"Speak," he mouths with a wicked grin while nodding his chin at you.Â
But you can't. You physically cannot get the words to come out of your mouth as Harry keeps the device glued to the side of your head.
"H...hi," you stammer, forcing a more confident cadence. "I'm...good. How...how are you?"
"Oh, I'm good. Good, yeah," your sister replies, and you hear a bit of shuffling. "Been working a lot. Got today off, which is nice. God, you'd never believe how much shit we have to go through since we changed our filing systemâ"
"Mhm," you reply right as Harry rams his hips into yours.
You gasp and quickly turn your head away from the phone in an attempt to keep the excitable noise from making it into the microphone.Â
However, he uses his other hand to grasp onto your jaw and force you back. "No," he whispers, shooting you a stern look of warning. "You know better."
"âwhich is wild because we've been using the same program since '08," Atta is saying, although you can hardly hear her over the imminent pleasure rushing through your veins. "But...whatever. Once we're done, it'll make things so much easier. Which will be nice. I can cut back on my hoursâ"
"Yeah, mhm," you repeat, and it's outrageously strained as Harry pulls himself out, leaving you depraved and so goddamn empty.
You have to fight the urge to cry out for him, glancing down at the string of arousal that follows his cock. And it's almost too much for you to handle as you greedily reach for him once more.
However, he bats your hands away and brings his free fingers from your chin to your clit, rubbing into the sensitive nerves until you arch up.
"âso, yeah. What about you?"
Your eyes squeeze shut as that tightly wound ball of pleasure in your stomach expands. "I'm...I...good. I'm...good. You know, not...not a lot going on. At the moment."
Harry smirks to himself before sinking all the way back in and thrusting up.
Your lip fights its way between your teeth and you writhe beneath his chest while praying for the strength to stay quiet.
"Well...I guess no news is good news, yeah?" she chuckles. "Oh, hey, speaking of which...I heard that Harry's in town."
That's not the only thing he's in.Â
"Oh?" you squeak, placing a palm on Harry's chest almost as if in retaliation. "He is?"
"Yeah. Saw it on Facebook," she answers, and you hear her move around. "Figured he might try to reach out. I know you guys are still on good terms, right?"
"Me and Harry?" you repeat pointedly, garnering a curious look from the aforementioned man. "Uh...we're...yeah. I guess. But weâre notâŠthat close."
He grins.
"Well...I just thought I'd let you know in case he does," she says, and your lashes flutter shut as the guilt begins to find you.
"Would it be weird...if he did?" you ask before the patterns being traced against your clit make you whimper.
Terrified, you quickly cough in an attempt at burying the sound, but Atta doesn't seem to hear.Â
"I mean...maybe? I don't know. He and I are fine, I think. And I know you two were friends. I guess you could at least...check on him. Make sure he's doing okay."
"Yeah," you breathe, sneaking a glance up. "I'm...I'm sure he's doing just fine."
Harry smiles once more before moving his palm to your thigh and pressing it into the bed to spread you at a different angle.Â
"I hope," Atta sighs. "Anyway, I wanted to call and check in. Just to make sure everything is going okay for youâ"
"Mhm, yeah. I'm...I'm glad you did," you blubber while attempting to send Harry a pointed look. You're close. So fucking close, and if he keeps going...
"Are you sure you're all right? You sound a bit flusteredâ"
"Yes. Yes, yes, I'm..." Your head shakes quickly, nails scratching down Harry's chest in warning. He needs to stop. He needs to stop or you won't make it. "I'm fine. I'm...a little under the weather, but I'mâ"Â
Suddenly, he sheathes himself inside your cunt, face burying in your neck with a groan as your entire body shivers.
"Are you sure? You kind of sound like you're in painâ"
"Listen, Atta, I...I gotta goâ" you gasp, so close to your orgasm that you can practically taste it. âIâm sorryââ
"Oh, yeah. Hey, text me, okay? Just let me know that you're all rightâ"
"Mhm, yeah, I willâfuckâ"
It happens before you can stop it. Ripping through every muscle and fiber in your body as you rake your fingers down Harry's back and choke on a moan.
Thankfully for you, Harry has already ended the call and thrown the phone to the other side of the room so he can loop his arm beneath your hips and tug you up into his body.
"Go," he breathes. "Give it to me. Come on, little one. Just like that. Good fucking girl, just like that. Let me feel youâ"
Your room fills with the sound of his name, dancing effortlessly between the whimpers that follow.
It feels like you've touched heaven. A sensation so overwhelming and euphoric that you don't even realize his hand has returned to your throat. Don't realize he's squeezing your neck in his tight fist as he comes, filling your cunt with everything he has to give you.
You don't even realize you can't breathe, but you love it. Love the way he presses his teeth into your shoulder and presses his body into your chest. Until you're trapped against the mattress while you live through the high.Â
Every joint in your body aches. Radiating pain and pleasure all at once as you hook your leg over his hip and snake your arms around his neck.
And you keep him inside of you for what feels like hours. Even after you've regained a bit of consciousness. And a bit of common sense.
Perhaps the moment he pulls out, you'll realize the mistake you've made. Youâll realize that this isn't a secret you can keep. Or a choice that you can ever choose again. And maybe heâll realize it, too.
Can you write an age gap fic where Jake is older than the reader, and maybe he's been getting in his head about it. Maybe one night they start making it, and he's in his head and can't get hard, and he freaks thinking this proves he's too old for his girl? Little angst, lot of fluff and smut lol
Hii, honey! Thank you for the amazing request, I got SO carried away with it lol... well, let's start 2024 with this one <3
Warnings: age gap, angst (talks of breaking up, anxiety attack), dry humping, cum in pants, slapping, dirty talk, oral (fem. recieving).
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Jake sighed as he scrolled through the pictures of last weekend's red carpet event. Maybe was the bad lighting but... something seemed off. He looked so... different. But then... he looked at you. As gorgeous as always. He could swear you were getting more gorgeous every day. But he was just... aging.
He tried not to care about all the mean comments you both had to deal with, due to your age gap, but it was different when he could see it with his own eyes. How in a few years he would not only not be good looking enough for you, but he might also not... be able to give you the life you deserve. He wouldn't have the same energy or the same goals. What if he got sick and useless and you had to waste your life taking care of him?
His heart broke at that thought. He couldn't do that to you. But what was the other option? Breaking up with the love of his life?
His thoughts were interrupted by you opening the front door. He quickly locked his phone and threw it on the coffee table. He kinda hoped you hadn't seen those pictures... he thought you would feel less attracted to him if you realized what he just realized.
"Hi, baby." You almost moaned at the sight of him, so cozy on the sofa. You had such a long, stressful day and you just couldn't wait to be in his arms.
"Been thinking bout you all day." you sighed, straddling him. You felt him tense under you. "Want you so bad right now..."
"You do, baby?" He knew he would have to use his best acting skills to hide how tense he was. The problem was that he was never good at lying to you.
But maybe... sex would help. Help him relax, help him get his mind off all that... it's what the two of you always did after a stressful day, relax by pleasuring each other... maybe that was the key.
You kept rubbing your clothed core against his, as you kissed his neck and moaned obscenely. "Need you, Jake, need you so bad, oh my god..."
That would usually make him shiver, drive him so crazy he would have to take control immediately. But right now... he felt kinda overwhelmed. He felt like your body heat was too much and your words made his heart race, but just not in a good way.
God, he loved you. Those thoughts he was having... being so scared of losing you, was all because he loved you too much... he wanted to make you feel so good... it was like his mind and soul craved the same as you, but his body just wasn't responding.
Fuck. His body WASN'T responding. He grabbed your waist so much tighter than he usually does, making your hips move faster. He grunted as he kept forcing your hips, but NOTHING. Why wasn't him hard? Not even a little bit! For fucks sake, all it takes for you to get him hard is a look... now you were begging for it on his lap and NOTHING.
It broke his heart. His princess asking him something he just couldn't give... and what if... what if he just couldn't do it anymore?
"Jake!" You called. And by your tone, he could tell it wasn't the first time, he just couldn't listen. "Jake, please, stop, you're hurting me..."
"Fuck, I'm sorry, I..." he immediately let go of your hips, hands going straight to his face, rubbing it desperately.
"Jake? Baby? What's going on?" You grabbed his arms, removing his hands from his face, so he would look at you.
"Can't breath." He whispered.
"Calm down, baby, I'm right here, okay? You're safe, everything's okay, I promise." You placed both hands on his shoulders, taking deep breaths so he would follow.
"I'm so fucking sorry." He said, as soon as his heart rate normalized.
"For what, baby?" You brought a hand to his cheek, caressing it slowly.
"Can't do it." His words were vague, but the fact that he couldn't look you in the eyes gave away what he was talking about.
"Hey..." you sighed, giving him a tight hug. "It's okay, we don't have to. I mean, you never pressured me when I wasn't feeling like it. You have all the right in the world to say no. I'm actually very happy you did, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, okay? You should have told me sooner, I didn't mean to..."
"No, Y/N, you don't get it." He interrupted you, closing his eyes. "I really want to, but I can't."
"Baby, you have to tell me what's going on, you're scaring me..." you tried one more time to get him to look at you, but he just wouldn't. "Are you okay?"
He didn't say anything. You took a moment to look at him. Maybe you should have done that before starting anything, because he clearly looked upset. Exhausted, frustrated... you just couldn't understand why he wasn't talking.
"I'm gonna go get you some water, okay?" You asked sweetly, and he just nodded.
The feeling when his lap lost contact with you was both a relief and the start of brand new paranoias. He needed space. Needed to be in silence for a moment. But... symbolically, it hit him hard. He felt like he was losing you and he wished he would be strong enough to stop it. To hold you tightly, even if it made it hard to breathe.
You came back with a glass of water and sat beside him on the sofa. He accepted the glass with a fake smile and just looked at it for a moment. You waited patiently until he took a sip. He visibly calmed down a little bit.
"Do you think you can talk now?" You spoke calmly. "Or do you want to rest a bit?"
He wasn't sure. There was no point in delaying it, but, at the same time, he didn't even know where to start.
"Okay, we'll rest a bit." You added after waiting for his response, but getting nothing. "Why don't we watch a movie and cuddle a bit? Wouldn't that be perfect?"
"I..." he spoke for the first time in what felt like hours for both of you. "I would love that."
You felt relief wash over you after hearing his voice. You were sure he would be back to normal and finally open up soon now.
You grabbed the remote and chose whatever silly rom-com popped up, just as a distraction. He sat more comfortably and you sat between his legs, snuggling on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and you allowed your body to relax.
No words were spoken during the first half of the movie. Sometimes, his arms would wrap around you extra-tightly, as the anxiety of losing you peaked again, and as he calmed down, he would relax again, kissing the top of your head.
The result of being so relaxed inside your lover's embrace after a long, stressful day was obvious: you fell asleep. When Jake noticed, he chuckled sadly. You were so beautiful. So young and breathtakingly pretty... His fingertips traced your cheeks very lightly, afraid he would wake you up. He wished he could freeze that moment right there. But he knew he couldn't. He knew that time was running, flying, specially for him. He felt like he was rotting right beside you, as you laid peacefully, like a marble sculpted goddess.
His mind was flooded with what happened earlier. You had long forgotten, but in his head, you went to sleep extremely sexually frustrated. He felt disgusted by his old man flaccid cock. He couldn't imagine how you would want to touch it. And he knew you had a high sex drive. One he was always able to satisfy, but... now? And it would only get worse. Every minute that passed, it was getting worse. An agonizing ache filled his chest again. He was losing you.
Your eyes fluttered open to find him looking at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen on him. He didn't even try to hide it. He kept stroking your face and gave your forehead a long kiss.
"Jakey..." you whispered.
"My love." He whispered, lips still touching your skin. "My sweet girl."
"Yes, baby." You smiled, placing your hands on top of his. "I'm your girl. All yours."
You couldn't understand why that was the wrong thing to say at the moment, since he loved to hear it, but it clearly was. He sighed and eliminated all forms of physical contact between the two of you, standing up and walking in circles in front of you.
That's when it hit you. It was obvious that he didn't want to tell you because you were the problem. He didn't want to have sex with you, because you disgusted him. You wondered how long he had been faking it, because he looked fine when you left for work that morning... he just didn't know how to do it, how to end things, because he was too nice to hurt you.
"I get it." You said, feeling your heart break. "Do you want me to leave?"
He stopped walking and looked at you.
"Baby..." he sighed.
"Don't call me baby." You replied, angrily. "I wish I had realized this before."
Your words hurt him more than a knife could ever do. So, he didn't have to say anything. In the end, you realized it all by yourself. Maybe it was his failure earlier? You didn't even want to try again to see if he could do it... well, maybe it was better like this. You couldn't waste your precious time and beauty with him anymore. And he was relieved that you realized that.
But his relief turned to panic as he saw you stand up and walk towards your shared bedroom. He followed you.
"What are you doing?" He questioned.
"Leaving." You spoke shortly, because if you tried to explain any further, you would cry, and you really didn't want to do that in front of him.
"But... but we should talk first..." he insisted. He knew you had to. He wanted the best for you, but when shit got serious, he started doubting everything.
"Oh, now you want to talk?" You clapped back, immediately regretting it. It didn't matter what he was doing to you, he was clearly having an anxiety attack earlier and you knew you should respect his time. "Shit, I'm sorry. I know you weren't feeling well, I just..."
"No, you're right." He interrupted you. "I was selfish. I shouldn't have allowed it to go this far."
"This far?" You frowned. "You're a fucking coward. What is it? You never fucking loved me, then you allowed me to move in and share a life with you for all these years because you didn't want to tell me the truth?"
"You can call me whatever you want." He raised his voice a bit. "But don't you dare think for a second that I didn't love you. Because I am going to love you for the rest of my life, I'm just trying to do what's best for you."
"Bullshit." You rolled your eyes, getting so close to him that your bodies touched, looking him in the eye, lips dangerously close. "Doing what's best for me is such BULLSHIT, fucking own what you're doing."
Well shit. Wrong time. A little late for that. But he was getting seriously turned on. Your anger. Your body and your words challenging him. The enormous sense of ownership he felt as soon as you said you were leaving... before he could think, he grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. Your hands tried to free themselves from his tight grip, but it was useless, the way his body pressed against yours made you absolutely weak.
"Don't do this, don't do it, please..." you begged as soon as he broke the kiss for air. "Don't fuck me cause you feel sorry for me, it's not fair..."
"I don't feel sorry for you." He was genuinely confused. "I fucking love you. Fucking love you, do you understand? Have to show you."
You didn't know anything anymore. Five minutes ago you were sure he didn't want you anymore... but that hunger in his eyes was the same one you saw every single time. Nothing changed. You didn't know what was his problem, all you knew was that you were going to let him take whatever he wanted from you, hoping to solve it.
His hands finally released yours, meeting your waist, but very differently from what they did earlier. This grip was familiar. The one used to keep your hips still as he absolutely destroyed your insides. Your body recognized it well and automatically made you crave him.
His lips left a trail of messy kisses and incomprehensible words all over your neck as his hips grinded against your lower abdomen, relieving the tension on his rock-hard cock. Part of him was terrified it would go away, so he kept going. And it was driving you CRAZY. He would often tease you, but that was another level.
"Jake, please, need you..." you begged.
Your words brought him back to the moment you said them earlier, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He had to keep up. If he disappointed you again, he knew he would have to let you go.
"Can't stop, baby, feels so good..." he replied, completely lost in the moment.
You moaned at the obscenity of the scene. The way your boyfriend grinded his cock desperately against you, so desperate he couldn't even wait to get undressed. The way his body had you pressed against the wall made it impossible for you to touch yourself. You knew you could come just from watching that scene if it went on for long enough. But it didn't.
Soon, his movements got messier.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum..." he moaned, teeth sinking into your neck.
"Come on, Jakey, do it..." you motivated him, desperate for it to end so you could get absolutely anything. "Cum for me, baby, need you to feel so good..."
"Fuck..." he moaned, hips bucking in a familiar way. He was so close.
"Yes, baby, keep going..." you smiled, as you saw him losing himself in pleasure. "Look at you, fucking cumming in your pants like a horny fucking teenager..."
That did it for him. He grunted like an animal. Came so much you could feel your belly wet from it, leaking through his pants.
"Fuck, Jacob." You rested your head against the wall, exhausted like you were the one who just came that hard. "What the hell was that?"
"I'm sorry." He kept his eyes shut, still pressed against you as he tried to catch his breath.
"Don't apologize, that was so fucking hot..." you moaned, pulling his hair.
"I don't want you to leave..." he whimpered.
You stopped everything. You were horny as hell, but there was something wrong with him and you needed to know. You couldn't stand the idea of fucking him then immediately getting dumped.
"Jake. I know you're struggling right now, okay? But you have to tell me what's going on if you want me to stay. At least... let me know if I did something wrong."
"You did nothing wrong." He separated your bodies, and you had to hold back a frustrated moan. He grabbed your hand and guided you to the bed, where you both sat down. "It's just... I've been thinking... you know what... it's so funny, you just called me a horny teenager..."
"Yeah, I mean, you just dry-humped me against a wall and blew a load in your pants, what am I supposed to say?" You smirked.
"Yeah, but I couldn't even get it up earlier." He said, frustratedly.
"Is that what this is about?" You frowned. "You're upset because..."
"Don't say it out loud." He cut you.
You started to laugh hysterically. And it didn't help that whenever you looked at his face, he looked like an absolutely confused idiot.
"What? Why are you laughing?" He tried to stop you.
"Jacob, that's so stupid." You took a deep breath to stop laughing. "So what? You're not a machine, it's okay if you don't feel like it sometimes. Oh god, if you hit me with the 'it never happened to me before', I swear I'm gonna laugh again."
"Well?" He thought he was supposed to be offended. But it really was kinda stupid, wasn't it? Some internalized sexism telling him to have a constant hard cock, ready to use, really for sex 24/7. He felt a little ridiculous. "I... I wasn't gonna say that, but I kinda have an explanation, if you want to hear it."
"Jake. You don't have to explain anything, baby." You reassured him. "It's not a problem. I'm glad we are talking about it, but it's not a big deal."
"No, you don't understand." He sighed. "I... listen, I know we've had this conversation before, but I feel like it's getting a little more real now. And I think we need to have it again, because you have to decide if this is still what you want."
Your eyes widened. Maybe it was a big deal.
"You're my everything, Y/N. But you're also... everything, just everything, you know? You're smart, and caring, and funny, and so fucking gorgeous, I can't... I can't describe what I see in you, what I know everyone out there sees in you." He continued. "And I can't help but feel like... I might not be enough for you in a few years. But then... after what happened earlier, I realized that I might... already not be good for you anymore."
"Jake..." you sighed. "You've been reading those stupid comments again?"
"No, no one told me anything, I've seen it with my own eyes." He explained. "I've seen pictures of us together and it's..."
"It's what?" You raised your eyebrows. "It's heavily edited or a terrible angle so the gossip pages can say I'm a gold digger? Or that you're some kind of monster who steal the innocence of helpless like girls?"
"Y/N..." he insisted. "We have to be realistic."
"Yes, Jake. Let's be realistic, then." You shrugged. "The truth is that I've been extremely happy, and all my emotional and physical needs completley satisfied. It's been like this for years and it will still be like this for years."
"You don't know that." He replied.
"Yes, I do. Trust me, I do." You caressed his face gently. "I'm sitting right in front of you and I'm seeing the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He has the same eyes he had on the movies I've seen before meeting him. The same gorgeous smile. I see some changes on your face and they make me so happy... to see that we're growing older together. That's a beautiful thing."
"I know, honey, but at some point I may not give you what you need anymore." He melted under your touch, placing a hand on top of yours.
"What if something happened to me tomorrow and you had to take care of me? And I was the one who couldn't give you anything anymore? Would you leave me?" You challenged him.
"It's different. That's probably not gonna happen. But we know that this is happening to me right now. And it will only get worse." He explained.
"There's nothing happening, Jake!" You chuckled. "Come on, you're healthier than me, you know that. And you know that what happened earlier only did because you were stressed."
"Maybe not?"
"Maybe not?" You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I mean... it's so difficult for you to get an erection nowadays that you got one while I was fucking threatening to leave you."
He left out the most delicious laugh. That one he has. That one that turns your pupils into heart shapes.
"You're an IDIOT." You laughed with him, sitting on his lap and giving him a tight hug.
"I'm just worried about you. I just want to make sure you're happy." He sighed.
"Yes, sir, thanks for checking." You mocked him, but got back to a more serious tone afterwards. "It's okay if you want to have this conversation once in awhile. Just know that my answer is never going to change. I will always want you. I know things will change, but we went through so many changes already, and I love every single phase we live."
"Thank you." He whispered, gently grabbing your face for a passionate kiss. "I will always want you too."
He kept kissing you and for the first time in a while he didn't feel like time was rushing. He felt like he belonged on that moment. You, on the other hand, were getting a little impatient. You could feel his cock hardening again under you, and you craved it more than wanted to admit.
"Jake?" you whispered against his lips.
"I know, baby." He chuckled. "My girl needs a bit of attention, huh?"
"Yes, please..." you begged. "I'll take anything you give me, just... need your attention."
"My attention, little girl?" He asked sarcastically, picking you up from his lap and throwing you on the bed. "I know you better than that, think you need my cock."
You pressed your thighs together at his words. Big mistake. He forced them open, running his hand from your neck to your core. He had you bucking your hips at the mere contact of his hand over your clothes, and that made his confidence improve. Again, big mistake.
It's just that... you've been craving him all day, and the way there was still a wet patch of his cum on both of your clothes... it made you go feral.
He removed your pants, fingers rushing to rub your clit through your panties.
"No... no, Jake, please..." you tried to push his hand away.
"What's wrong, baby?" He asked, very confused. "I can fucking smell how wet you are."
"Exactly." You explained, still trying to push him away, but he kept teasing you. "Gonna cum so fast, I don't want to, I wanna ride you..."
"Fuck, baby..." he felt his cock throb at your words. "Will you be patient for me?"
"Don't want to..." you frowned.
"You don't want to?" He raised his eyebrows. "What do you want, then? To be a fucking brat? Tell you what... I'll only give you my cock if you cum first."
You moaned frustratedly as he pulled your underwear down. And moaned even louder when his tongue made contact with your core, diving into your wetness like he was tasting you for the first time. He devoured your pussy like he was trying to prove something to himself. But you were too lost in pleasure to worry about that. The noises, both coming from your wetness and from his mouth, cause he enjoyed eating you out just a little too much, were loud enough to make you feel like you had to scream.
"FUCK, I'M COMING, JAKE, I'M COMING RIGHT NOW, FUCK!"
And he didn't stop until you pushed his head with all the strength you had left.
"Good girl." He smirked. "Still wanna ride me? Or you're to tired?"
"Wanna ride you, give me a minute, fuck..." you shivered, just imagining something touching your sensitive pussy at that moment.
"Can't wait much, baby, I..." he seemed a little embarrassed. "Eating this gorgeous pussy got me too worked up..."
"Yeah?" You smirked. "Don't tell me you're gonna cum in your pants again... so pathetic..."
"Feeling brave, little girl?" He laughed darkly.
You didn't have an answer to that. And you didn't need one. He quickly flipped you over, giving your ass a loud slap.
You heard him undressing behind you, and got all excited. Ass in the air for him to use... except... he didn't. You heard him stroking himself. You looked back, begging him with your eyes.
But that only made him stroke himself faster, and you almost cried as you felt his cum painting your ass, without feeling an inch of his cock inside you.
"Next time you want something, you better be nice." He said, giving your ass another slap.
You were in shock. Wrecked and still wanting more.
"Now give this old man some rest." He said, grabbing your face and giving you a little kiss on the tip of your nose. "And if you behave, I might be nice too."
synopsis: flashing your dadâs best friend leads to making milkshakes and a pounding on the kitchen counter.
Cw: age gap (reader is of age, anakin is in his 30s) // nsfw . flashing, tit play, pnv, âjust the tipâ (for a minute), major size kink, light food play, creampie // Nicknames used: sweet girl, baby, honey, slut, little girl, cherry, whoreâ bitch used once or twice.
Notes: this prob has a lot of errors, my bad
It starts off small, at first.
Itâs not as if you meant to do it the first time. It was summer, hot, and you were in desperate need of release from your bathing suit that had been becoming less and less damp by the hour. Anakin, having a few beers with your dad, had decided to make his way from the bathroom upstairs. Not thinking, he had decided to open your door and ask you if you wanted pizza for dinnerâ per your dads request, of course. You were in the middle of taking off your bathing suit, and your bikini top was off. Anakin had paused, and when you noticed him you immediately began to scream at him to get out. He had complied, but he couldnât help the hardness in his jeans at the sight of your full, perfectly rounded tits. Your nipples had been on display, perky despite the hot weather, and you were so gorgeous with the mounds sitting against your chest. Anakin hasnât thought about anything else since.
And you know it, too. So thatâs why every few weeks you decide to rejog his memory. Heâll be doing things when no one is around, the most random tasks, and youâll lift your shirt up to your neck. You love the look that always glazes his faceâ that look of shock, that registers as he turns around from making a bowl of popcorn for movie night, or coming back from the kitchen to get another beer. His eyes bulge out of his head and a blush coats his cheeks. And then after a moment, heâll get cocky that youâre doing this, doing this for his gaze, heâll quietly mutter, âteaseâ. You always let out a tiny giggle, pulling your top back down.
âYou gonna do something about it?â You always reply, and he always shakes his head with an amused look and turns back to his original task. But nothing can stop the way his cock twitches and swells every single time, the way you can see his knuckles turning white as he grips the kitchen counter as your dad walks back in, unknowing. He knows he shouldnât make a move, so he doesnât.
Until now, in this present moment: your dad has went out grocery shopping, anakin has decided to come over early, and youâve asked him to make you a chocolate milkshake. Youâre practically a bratâ daddy gives you anything you want, and so does Anakin. So of course heâs going to get out the ice cream, milk, and other ingredients. His back muscles ripple as he pours the things into the blender, and the sight almost makes you drool. Smiling, you watch as he throws in some chocolate syrup. Diabetes for everyone else, but perfect for youâ Anakin always knows exactly what you want.
âDonât understand how your teeth arenât rotting out of your head,â he grumbles, even though heâs the one adding additional sugary ingredients.
âGood dentist,â you quip. You lift yourself up onto the counter and swing your sock clad feet against the cabinet. âCan you add a cherry, too?â
âYou know I always do, baby.â
The nickname makes heat creep up your neck. Biting your lower lip, you watch as he finishes making the milkshake and pours it into your favorite glass. He sprays on whipped cream, and of course, places a maraschino cherry on top. He grabs the heart shaped straw beside the drink and sticks it inside
He hands it over to you and you take a big sip. You lick up some of the whipped cream as Anakin looks at you for approval. His eyes follow your tongue coated in white.
âGood?â He asks, curious. You nod happily, beginning to sip again. He smiles, and begins to make one for himself. Your panties dampen as you watch the back of his shoulders once again.
He must be so strong, you think.
He finishes up his milkshake, sticking another straw into the a full glass.
You do what you usually do at times like these, and lift the hem of your top. Your nipples harden from the cold air. Clearing your throat, you tilt your head.
âAni?â
âYes?â
At the sound of your soft voice, he turns around. When heâs met with the sight of your tits, all plump and pretty, he immediately latches on to the look of them. Usually you donât keep your shirt up for longer that a few seconds, but you donât budge this time. Anakinâs gaze turns from amused to hungry in a matter of seconds.
âI need some help,â you breathe out. Anakin wavers. Heâs used to your constant teasing, but this is new.
âWith?â
Your eyes are pleading, as you look up at him.
âThey hurt, ani,â you say. âNeed you to rub them for me.â
He sets his glass down, moving around the bar to where youâre perched on the kitchen counter. Watching your desperation, he licks his lips.
âYou donât know what youâre doing.â He starts, voice low.
âI want you,â you say quietly to him. He shakes his head, almost resistant. But your pleading face can only be said no to a few times before anakin finally gives in, and when you begin to rub your tits with your own hands he scolds you.
âStop that.â
âWhy? Donât you want me?â
He exhales sharply, trying to avert his gaze but he simply canât. Approaching you slowly, he seethes.
âYouâre asking for it.â
âMhm..â you murmur softly. âDaddyâs gonna be home in an hour, though.. needa hurry.â
You let out a tiny moan when finally, finally, Anakinâs fingers ghost over the peak of your nipple. Heâs trying so hard to keep control. His palms are inches away from groping your chest, but heâs holding back.
âDaddyâs not gonna be happy if I do this.â He mutters. He looks up at you with something dark in his gaze. âDaddyâs gonna know youâve been a bad little girl.â
You push against his hands. His skin rubs against your nipples in the best way.
âMaybe I want him to know.â
Itâs fucked up. But Anakinâs cock is aching after that comment, and he begins to lightly rub your tits in his hands.
âYeah?â He groans, breath heavy. âMaybe we could take a few pictures next time. Post âem, let everyone see how much of a whore you are. Seducing daddyâs buddy like this⊠breaking a big rule, baby. Everyone would love to see it.â
Next time. The thought makes you keen, and you nod as he begins to heavily grope you.
âBet your dad would be so mad that his little girlâs being such a whore,â He continues. âGod, just wait until I get my fuckinâ cock in youâŠâ
âAnd youâll what?â You taunt against him. You lean into his earlobe and bite it playfully. âBend me over? Fuck me in my bedroom when my parents are downstairs? Know youâve always wanted to.â
Anakin letâs out something between a groan and a whimper, and his hands move from your tits to your hips. Your thighs spread simultaneously, and he places his hips in between yours. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him closer to you.
âBeen wantinâ your cock since i graduatedâŠâ you mumble, running your nails along his shoulders. âSaw you in that suit when I was giving my valedictorian speechâ before that, too.â
âA suit, huh?â He doesnât kiss you on the mouth just yet, but he leaves little bites and runs his tongue along your collarbone. âThatâs cute.â
âMmmh. Gonna kiss me, yet? Or are you too weak to get it up, old man?â
âOld man?â He chuckles darkly, his grip tightening as he grinds his clothed cock against you. âOnly ten years older than youâŠnot even forty yet.â
âStill old to me,â you argue, and press your cunt against him. He shakes his head in disbelief.
âThat mouthâs gonna get you in a lot of trouble.â he mutters, and then his lips are pressing against yours, hot, heavy, tasting like chocolate and something thatâs predominantly Anakin. Itâs something youâve been craving for years, and your hair goes up to his blonde locks and pulls. The sound he lets out is utterly sinful, and you probe his lip with your tongue. He understands your challenge, but is quick to shove his tongue into your mouth instead to assert dominance over you. You gasp for breath when he pulls away and begins unbuckling his belt.
âWould taste you first, pretty girl, but we donât have time.â
And then heâs pulling his cock out, and heâs stroking it and itâs wet and itâs so bigâ circumcised with a pretty pink tip, a tuft of trimmed, light brown hair at the base of him, seven or eight inches, incredibly thick â and heâs dripping. He mustâve been worked up for a long while, watching you in your pretty pink skirt all day. Precum leaks over his fist as he moves.
Heâs absolutely gorgeous as he tilts his head back. Heâs putting on a show for you, and you know that he must be addicted to the attention. You look up with him at doe eyes and you push his hand away and replace it with your own. He stares into your eyes as you jerk him, his mouth open into the shape of an O.
You slide your panties to the side, rubbing your clitoris between your fingers. Youâre aching for Anakin, and you clench as you guide his cock towards your awaiting entrance. You rub him a little on your clit, and it makes you quiver. You press him up against you and he watches with arousal evident in his gaze. You want him so bad, but heâs so big. Would he even fit?
âGo on,â Anakin demands as he sees your hesitation. âLet me get my cock inside there, angel. Let me see what that pretty pussy feels like.â
You bite your lip, wanting to please him. You spread your thighs a bit more, using your other hand to grab one of your pussy lips and spread yourself open. Anakinâs tip breaches you, and after a moment you push it in until you feel full enough. When his thick cockhead pops in, you let out a tiny squeak.
Anakin groans the moment his cock is inside your heat, the tightness and warmth almost too much. You havenât even taken half of him, but you can feel the burn from the stretch. Your walls ache trying to accommodate him. You can feel tears well up in your eyes from the feeling, and Anakinâs thumb brushes against your bottom lip as he coos at you.
âOh, honey. Yeah, take the tip, baby. Jusâ like that⊠only a few more pushes ân Iâll be all the way in my babyâŠâ
âJust the tip?â You sniffle, hands grasping at his tattooed shoulders.
âMmm..â is all Anakin says, and then he pushes into you again, forcing his cock to make its way past your velvety walls.
Okay, you think. So not just the tip.
The tears really begin to fall now, his length also getting to you as he bullies his way into your tiny pussy. You can feel how much heâs throbbing inside of you, and if you didnât know any better you would think that you can feel his precum leaking inside your womb.
Anakinâs mouth is open, and he watches with fascination as your pussy swallows him whole. Itâs been a while since heâs had such a nice cunt, and the fact that youâre taking it for himâ even though it hurts you, even though daddy is gonna be home soonâ makes him so fucking horny. The guilt he felt before has now washed away into something primal and dark. He wants to claim you from the inside out. Fuck moralsâ heâs taken care of you for years, hasnât he? Shouldnât he be rewarded with something? Besides, youâve been showing your tits to him for weeksâ youâve been initiating it and practically begging for him to split you open like this. So how is it wrong, Anakin thinks, as his cock finally, finally fills you to the brim completely?
Yes, you heard that right. His hips are finally pressing against you, heâs finally balls deep inside your tiny cunt. You had begun crying a few seconds ago, hot salty tears staining your cheeks. Anakin leans down and licks them up with his tongue.
âSo pretty when you cry,â he murmurs against you. âLook at that. Took all of me, baby. Iâm so proud of you.â
Your heart clenches, along other things, and you rest your face in his neck as he begins to slowly move.
âYou are?â
âAlways so proud of you,â he whispers. He presses a kiss to your forehead, sweet despite the current situation. âGonna fuck you now, pretty girl.â
And that he does. Slow, at first, but his thrusts soon gain speed and something is beginning to build in your tummy.
âFaster.â You whine into his mouth as he kisses you. âFaster, Ani, please!â
And of course, he goes faster. He increases his pace and his hips hit yours ferociously. Itâs not long before his heavy sack is slapping against your ass and heâs groaning as he pounds you against the granite countertop.
âYeah?â He groans. âYou like when I fuck you like this? Like my big cock splitting you open? Clenching on me so tight, baby, like you donât wanna let me go.â
You mewl, grabbing onto him tight. You watch as his eyes land on your milkshake glass a little ways away. Itâs still halfway full.
He reaches over, pulling it towards the both of you. He dips his finger in, scooping up some the now melting whipped cream.
âCanât waste it,â he murmurs.
He rubs it along one of your nipples, coating it in white. He brings his tongue down, suckling the pebbled bud into his awaiting mouth. Your eyes roll back, nerves on fire as he scrapes his teeth against your flesh. He does the same to your other nipple, dripping with chocolate, and then is quick to shove his fingers down your throat. Sugar invades your taste buds, chocolate and whipped cream and syrup, and you greedily lick it up and suckle his fingers with your heavy tongue. He grunts, watching as you practically drink from his digits.
âGood girl,â he coos. âGood fuckinâ girl. Making me feel so good.. pussyâs so tight⊠yeah, lick me clean, you filthy bitch.â
You tighten, wetness leaking creamy streaks down his length. His degradations are making you even more eager to cum around him.
He smells so nice and he looks so good and youâre already so close. Anakin knows it, too, and his fingers on his opposite hand reach down to rub your clit with his thumb.
âCâmon, honey.â He taunts. âCum for Ani, baby, need you to cum on my cock so fuckinâ bad.â
Your eyes roll back, clenching up around him like a vice as his fingers fill your throat. You let out a strained, animalistic sound, as you coat his cock in your slick. Itâs the most intense orgasm youâve ever hadâ either because of Anakinâs fingers, his big cock, or the fact that youâve been in love with him since the age of eighteen. But either way, you let out a loud moan as you hit your peak, thrusting your hips against his as his cock hits that special, spongey spot inside of you. Even when you come down, Anakinâs hips are still pressed flush against you and heâs still pounding your cunt like itâs his salvation.
His fingers press against your pretty thigh highs, some of them still sticky from the milkshake, and you can tell by the sweat on his brow and the stuttering of his hips that heâs close. You begin to taunt him with sweet, sugar coated words.
âGive me your cum, Ani.â You whine. âPlease? I need it, need you to fill up my pussy. It needs your cum so badââ
âFuck!â
Anakin moans, loud, and his head tilts back as he slams into you one last time. Rope after rope shoots into your gaping pussy, and Anakin fucks himself through his orgasm until itâs on the brink of painful. When he looks down, he watches as he slowly pulls his fat cock out of your hole. The creamy strings of his cum stick to your pussy lips and his cock, and when his used tip plops out of your hole, a waterfall of thick hot cum spills out of you and onto the countertop. Anakinâs eyes are firey still, and he moves your legs further apart and lifts your hips up so he can watch the puddle of spend in your gaping hole.
âSo beautiful,â he mutters. His finger moves down to play with it a little bit, and it makes you clench. âDoes my cum feel good, baby?â
You nod, dizzy. He smiles, watching your tired eyes begin to flutter shut.
âNo, no.â He says gently, slapping the side of your cheek. ââŠWake up, honey. Your dadâs gonna be home soon.â
Slowly, you peel them open and he lets go of your shaking legs. He carries you up to your room, lays you down on the pretty pink sheets, shuts the light off. He cleans up the mess downstairs. All the while, you slip into a dazed and peaceful sleep.
And when Anakin throws the last cum coated napkin away in the garbage can, your dad arrives home with no idea what has just occurred between his precious girl and his best friend.
đđđđđ đđŸđ: your parents leave you home alone to tend to the christian faith. Itâs a good thing that your daddyâs friend is there to help you atone !
àšà§ Content warning . Dubious consent (reader is naive, but consents), blasphemy & strong religious themes, manipulation, baby trapping? age gap (reader is of in her 20s), weird incest names but they arenât actually related // innocence kink, god complex, loss of virginity, size kink, oral, pnv, missionary + full nelson position
Disclaimer: I am not religious, though I do know there are people that are. pls block if it bothers you! This is solely fiction and not meant to offend anyone, and I donât condone using religion as a way to manipulate or hurt others. Thanks! âïœĄË â
Your parents leaving you alone is honestly a scary experience.
Although itâs fun (having the house to yourself means having the large flat screen tv in the living room), youâve come to find that at night youâre quite afraid of the dark. And of course, your family has left on an adult-only Christian retreat and has left you home alone.
Sure, youâre more than old enough. But you havenât been exactly⊠exposed to the world around you. So the idea of monsters and demons filling the dark corners of your home, it becomes even more prominent.
You try to concentrate on your bible, try to read through the verses where God tells you to fear no evil, but the paranoia is creeping in on your cold spine like a winterâs chill. You try to listen to music, too, to drown out the whispers you hear in the night.
But to no avail.
You decide that you have no choice but to call the only contact thatâs available to you.
Anakin is your godfather, in the sense that heâs your fatherâs best friend. Heâs always been around, and heâs always helped you with your studies. Anakinâ uncle Ani, as you sometimes call him, lives less than a few blocks away. He always tells you that if you need him, heâll be there. So it wouldnât hurt to ring him up, right?
Pressing the dial on your phone, you type in his number with ease. Biting your thumb nail you wait for him to answer. He picks up on the third ring.
âY/N? Is everything okay?â
You smile at his voice, the one that always gives you that tingly feeling in your stomach. You suspect that itâs because heâs your favorite person.
âEverythingâs fine, Ani. Are you at work?â
âItâs a Saturday, isnât it?â
âWell⊠yeah.â
âThen Iâm off work, sweetheart,â he replies softly, and then you get that tingly feeling again. âWhy did you decide to call?â
Itâs not in the sense that heâs annoyedâ heâs genuinely curious. You nervously rock back and forth on the balls of your feet.
âWellââ you start, embarrassed. âMom and dad are out, ânâ itâs dark.â
âDark?â
âItâsââ you can feel tears beginning to form in your eyes as the wind creaks outside. âI donât like it, Ani. I donât wanna be alone in here... Please come.â
Anakinâs cock presses against his zipper at the sound of your whiny, desperate voice. He palms his bulge through his slacks.
âYeah, baby. âCourse Iâll come,â he pauses. âJust gotta do something first, okay? Then Iâll be there as soon as possible.â
You sniffle, the tears beginning to fall now.
âOkay. âM sorry.â
âFor what? Donât apologize to me sweetheart. Just wait there.â
â
A good forty minutes later Anakin is there, and when you open the door for him you latch onto him like a leechâ your hands wrap around his waist, your bury your face into his fit chest, and you whimper against him as he coos gentle reassurances to you.
âItâs okay, baby. Uncle Aniâs here.â
âPromise?â
âI promise. Iâm not goinâ anywhere.â
He brings you over to the couch, sitting you on the cushion beside him as he looks down at your pink bible. He notes that you use the wooden cross necklace he had bought you for your nineteenth birthday as a bookmark.
âBeen readinâ?â He notes, looking down at the opened pages. Youâve been highlighting some verses, and next to this book thereâs another: Christianity for Girls.
âMhm.â
Anakin picks it up with idle hands. He flips to the first chapter.
âCâmere. Want me to read to you?â
âYes, sir.â You reply, and with a gentle flick to your hair you begin to climb into his lap. Itâs not uncommon for you to do thisâ heâs so comfy and warm. Even though sometimes the things in his pocket tend to poke against your bottom, you donât mind. Itâs worth it if Ani has his big arms wrapped around you.
He grunts as you settle down on himâ his cock twitches as he feels your panties hit his lap. Your skirt is covered just enough to not expose you, but it still rides up as you sit down. His hand grips your thigh, and with the other he settles the book in his palm.
âChapter 1,â he clears his throat. âRules.â
Well, okay. If you say so.
âGirls should always follow their faith in God.â
Fair enough.
You nod along, as he reads the next.
âGirls should go to church every Sunday.â He smirks, turning to you. âDo you go to church every Sunday?â
âOf course! I love church.â
Anakin chuckles, flipping to the next page and adjusting himself from underneath you.
âRule number three,â he says. His voice hesitates as he reads the next line, then he awkwardly clears his throat. âNo premarital sex.â
Your brows furrow, bottom lip pulling between your teeth. âWhatâs that?â
He sucks in a breath, his cock beginning to become hard for a second time today.
âSex? Itâsââ
âNo, no,â you giggle, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. âI meantâ I know what sex is, Ani. Sort of. But.. what is premarital sex?â
âItâs sex before marriage. Doing it with someone you arenât going to devote yourself to.â
âOh.â You twiddle your fingers, eyes averting down to look at the ink splattered pages. âButâ if you do it with someone youâre going to devote yourself to, without being married anyway, isnât that still non premarital? I mean, in a way, you are marriedâŠsort of.â
Anakin shrugs, resting his head on your shoulder. You try to ignore how the closeness of his breath makes you tingle.
âDunno, honey. I guess so. Never thought of it that way.â
You nod, wiggling around on his lap to get more comfortable. Anakinâs fingers grab your hips with a firm hand.
âHave you ever done it?â You ask. âPremarital sex, I mean.â
He lets out a breathy chuckle. Something in him is breaking apart, all these years of pent up sexual frustration for you beginning to come to a head as his resolve crumbles.
âYes. Many times,â he coincides. âWith a lot of people I didnât care about. I shouldnât of done that. Itâs bad.â
Your face fills to the brim with heat, as the tension in the room grows incredibly thick. Your eyes widen when you feel him hump against your clothed cunt.
âWhat about you, baby?â He whispers against the shell of your ear. âHave you done it?â
You stutter, hesitating, and thatâs when Anakin gets his answer.
âRight. âCourse you havenât,â and then, quietly, as if to himself, âToo precious for those little boysâŠâ
You let out a small sound in the back of your throat, that tingly feeling growing evermore prominent. You donât know why youâre feeling this way. Maybe itâs the heat in the room, maybe itâs your claustrophobia.
Or maybe, you think, itâs the devil.
White hot heat coils in your private parts, and you try to get off of Anakin to get rid of feeling. He tsks, grabbing your hips and shoving you back into his lap. You whine, hands gripping is in an attempt to get away.
âAni.. câmonââ
âDo you touch yourself?â He asks darkly. You let out a little gasp. âDo you touch your princess parts, sweetheart?â
You shake your head, almost too quickly, and canât help but press your thighs together. Anakin is having none of it.
âLiar,â he hisses. âYou have. Donât lie to me, little girl. I know when youâre lying to me.â
âIâm sorry!â You whimper against his harsh grip. âI-I stopped! I did, I really did, and Iâve been meaning to repent and atone for my sins but I havenât yetâŠplease, uncle Ani.â
Tears of shame begin to fall from your eyes, wet and salty. You let out a little cry. Anakin softens a bit, his grip on you loosening. He wraps his arms around your tummy and quietly shushes you.
âItâs okay. Itâs okay, angel, I know you didnât mean to,â he coos, as your hands move around to rest in the locks of his hair. âSensitive baby. I know itâs hard not to touch yourself down there. âS okay.â
âPromise?â You sniffle, turning your head to look into his eyes. He smiles.
âI promise.â
Your eyes innocently move down to his lips, that feeling growing inside even more.
âAni..â you whisper. âItâs.. I want to.. to touch myself again. I donât know how to control itâŠâ
He strokes your hair out of your face with his fingers, cooing again.
âItâs okay,â and then, after a moment, with his cock pressed flush against your cunt, âI can help. Do you want me to?â
âBut.. isnât that premarital sex?â
He presses a kiss against your earlobe.
âYou love me, donât you? And I know I love you. So isnât that marital sex?â
Your brain has turned into a puddle. Softly, you whisper out, âyes.â
He smiles against your skin, his hands sliding up past the expanse of your thighs.
âThereâs something they donât tell you about sex,â he murmurs. âWhen you let the man you love inside you, itâs a way to celebrate god. You become one with god.â He quirks a brow, watching you listen closely to him. âAnd you atone. Donât you want to atone, baby?â
Your doe eyes look up at him, and you nod. He grins, knowing heâs got you exactly where he wants you. His thumb pulls the flesh of your bottom lip down and he watches it bounce back against your teeth.
âWhy donât you give me a kiss? Hm, pretty?â
And just like that, heâs got you. Your lips, ever so softly, come up to peck his. He smiles.
âAgain.â
And you do kiss him again. Only this time, he presses hard into your mouth and itâs not long before his hands are tangling in your hair and heâs rubbing his tongue against your bottom lip. Itâs all surreal, this man below you, his cock hard. You donât know that, of course. Pulling away from him, you have a confused look on your face.
âWhatâs always in your pocket? âS poking me.â
Anakin doesnât say anything. He just laughs at you, and leans in for more of your kisses. You get too lost in the feeing of his hands massaging your inner thighs to press him for an answer. But you find out soon enough when you feel him push your hand down into the front of his pants. Letting out a small squeak you feel the warm skin of his cock, and something tugs at your lower tummy again.
âOh.â you say softly, understanding. It was never something in his pocketâ it was him.
âFeel what you did to me?â Anakin huffs out, as he guides your hand up and down on his length. âThatâs my cock, baby. Itâs what happens when I get really excited to see you.â
A small smile grazes your features at the thought of Anakin liking your presence. A whole lot, it seems, because his body is physically reacting. He grunts when you squeeze his length out of curiosity.
âDoes it hurt?â You murmur, watching him.
âNot at all,â he coincides, adjusting you on his lap. âFeels good.â
And okay, thatâs even better. Now youâre making Anakin feel good. Pride floods your chest. Watching him, you feel his precum drip down your fist.
âCan I see it?â
Your voice surprises him, and heâs nodding so quickly that it seems like he might break his neck.
ââCourse, pretty girl, can watch it all day if you want toâŠâ looking at you hungrily, he mutters in a soft tone, âCâmere, get on your knees.â
Confusion muddles your brain, but not as much as the ache to please him. You crawl off of his lap, and he takes one of the couch pillows and places it on the floor.
âSit.â He commands, and you rest your knees on the pillow and your small hands on his big thighs.
He unbuttons his fly, then his zipper. His bulge is straining against his briefs, a wet patch on the front from his arousal. Gulping, you watch as he pulls his pants and underwear all the way down and slips them off.
His length springs free, dripping with pre and insanely long. Your eyes widen as you watch it, wondering: where does it go?
Okay. So, you have a vague idea of where itâs supposed to goâ somewhere in you, but you donât know where. But either way, you know for for a fact that wherever that is isnât adjustable enough for such a big thing. Your face floods with embarrassment.
âWhere do IâŠâ you start, quiet. Anakin furrows a brow, grabbing his cock into his palm.
âWhere do you what?â
You avoid his gaze.
âWhere do I.. put it?â
A smile quirks on the manâs lips, stroking himself to the sight of your pretty face peering at his cock.
âYour mouth, sometimes. But especially where you touch yourself, angel. Your cunt.â He tilts his head, not shaming you but trying to explain. âDo you know what your cunt is?â
You shyly nod, knowing that thatâs what some of the boys around town called that spot where you touch yourself. And now, feeling this odd tingle inside you, it all makes perfect sense. It wants Ani inside.
But you frown at him.
âIt wonât fit,â you say sadly. ââS too bigâ
âItâll fit, honey. Just have to stretch you first.â
Stretch you? That sounds painful! Fear courses through you.
âStretch me?â You say worriedly.
Anakin seems amused by your reaction.
âItâll only hurt a little, then itâll feel really good,â he explains. âI promise. Donât you trust me?â
Your head moves up and down, and you know that itâs true. He smiles softly, and then heâs tapping your lip with his finger.
âOpen,â he says.
Your parted mouth falls completely open, pink tongue lolling out as he places the tip of his cock on it. It takes you by surprise, and your lashes flutter as his taste evades your senses. Itâs an odd flavorâ not too bad, but not too good either. Though, the thought of it being from Ani makes it all worth while. He slaps himself against your tongue a few times, the wet muscle making a plopping sound as his stringy precum creates a small puddle in your mouth. He watches, proud, and he praises you in the most gentle tone he can muster.
âGood girl. Such a pretty mouth, canât wait to cum inside itâŠâ
And that makes your eyes shut tight as you let out a loud whine, knowing that his cum is another delicious fluid that you will happily drink up soon. His cock guides itself even more into your mouth, the cockhead disappearing in between your plush lips. You use your mouth gently, treating his cock with care, not wanting to hurt your uncle Ani. He grunts when you swirl your tongue around him.
âMmm,â he breathes. âLick it, baby. Like an ice cream cone⊠yeahhh. Just like that, sweet girl.â
You hollow your cheeks around his mushroomed head, your brain becoming fuzzy at the feeling of his length moving in and out of your mouth. Suckling him, heâs soft and warm on your tongue.
You do this for quite some time. Anakinâs thrusts speed up, and he makes you take more and more and more. When you choke on him for the first time he tells you that itâs okayâ âjust get through it, baby, donât you wanna be good for me?â And of course you do, because itâs Ani, and heâs really handsome and he smells really nice and his hands are so big as they card themselves through your hair. You canât get enough and youâre almost angry he hadnât shown you this sooner. Your vision is dizzy as he uses your mouth.
On a particularly harsh thrust that makes your throat spasm around him, Anakin begins to make some very pretty noises. Drool leaks down your chin and chest, your mascara running, his balls slapping against your chin. He groans loudly.
âGonna cum,â he mutters out. âGonna fill up your throat. Do you want that, sweet girl?â
You canât say anything, but you try your hardest to nod around his cock. He gets the message. And with stuttering hips, salty fluid shoots into the wet canal of your mouth. It fills you up until youâre choking, and as Anakin rides out his high his cock practically coats itself in cum as he moves in and out, in and out. He pulls you off of him after a moment, and with a mouth full of spend you gasp out for air. Anakinâs got this possessive stare in his eyes as he looks at you.
âSwallow it.â
You do. You gulp it down excitedly, and with a small âaaaaaâ you stick out your tongue so he can see that youâve consumed it all. Anakin looks down at you with a grin on his face.
âThatâs my girl.â
â
âI want you to⊠to put it in me.â
Your voice speaks softly in the darkness of your room, rain pattering against your window as Anakin sits on your bed across from you. Itâs been a week since your last⊠encounter. Your parents are out once againâ and as requested, Anakin had shown up on your doorstep to keep you company. After a mug of hot chocolate, your favorite, you had invited the man into your room. A cross is around his neck, shiny with a silver chain. His hair is messy, his fingers clad in silver metal rings. You want to bite them.
Anakin smiles, pretty teeth shining.
âDo you know the story of the Virgin Mary?â He asks, out of context. Your eyes light up. Mary is your favorite biblical figure.
âYes!â You reply to him. âShe got pregnant by God.â
âAnd how did she do that?â
âBy magic!â You say. âShe gave birth to Jesus.â
Anakin chuckles, kissing your forehead softly.
âSuch a smart girl. But sweetheart, magic didnât give her a baby.â At the sight of your confused face, he continues. âSex did. Thatâs how all babies are made.â
Heat creeps up your neck, your face puzzled. âSo youâll give me a baby?â
Anakin should be frightened at the thought of getting his best friendâs daughter pregnant, but he isnât. In fact, he smiles, his touch leaving tingles against your skin.
âIf thatâs what you want. Just imagine, angel..â his lips brush against your ear, smoothing back a strand of your hair. âA beautiful baby. My nose, my lips.. those pretty eyes of yours.â
You bite your lip, your heart fluttering. Having Anakinâs baby would be your dream! Having a house with him, children running around, Anakin coming home from work everydayâŠ
Oh, but daddy would be so mad.
He would never look at you the same again. He would be ashamed, he would damn you to the deepest pit of hell.
You think these things so incredibly, but once Anakinâs lips press against yours all of those things go away. He kisses you slow, sweet, gentle. His stomach presses against your tummy.
âI canât wait to see it. Your little belly, all swollen with my baby..â
And daddy is out of your thoughts and replaced with a new, different daddy: Anakin.
Itâs not long before heâs got you laid down on your ruffled pink sheets, your baby blue nightgown gone (âcmon, let me see that pretty bodyâ), with Anakinâs lips trailing down your neck. Heâs gotten you prepped, used his fingers and tongue in oh so many ways that had made you quiver, used your throbbing cunt for his own meal. When you spread your legs for him this time, itâs so he can rub his incredibly hard length against the lips of your pussy. Delectable and sweet as he remembers, Anakin watches the way your leftover cum and slick coat his length generously.
Heâs never seen a cunt so cute, so fat, so swollen and precious. He taps his cockhead against your clit, listens to the desperate little pleas you let out as you look up at him with doe eyes.
âPlease, Ani, want your baby.â
âPlease, daddy, put it inside me. My cuntâs so tight and wet for you..â
You donât say that last part, Anakinâs imagination runs wild, but he knows youâre probably thinking thatâ thinking that as his mushroomed tip pops inside your entrance, stretching, burning. Thinking that as you cry, your salty tears his most delectable meal besides the thing in between your legs. Thinking that as you grimace, give him that pained look as he fully sheathes himself inside.
And then, he begins to move.
Itâs like a fire in your gut, at first. Hot, burning, grating. But soon it gives way to something elseâ something not even his fingers can create, something thatâs absolutely out of this world. Your nails dig into his back, leaving red welts along the skin, and you should apologize but you canât bring yourself to care. Aniâs whispering something in your ear, something dirty, filthy, and deprived; you enjoy it so much, you really do, as he speaks to you like this.
âGood girl, so tight. Daddyâs so happy when he fucks his little princess.â
âLook at that, how red and swollen your little pussy is. Is my cock too big for it?â
After harsh thrusts, skin slapping against skin, and curled toes, Anakin pulls out of you. You almost sob from the loss, but it isnât long before he lays you on top of him and slips himself back into your sopping hole, pulling your ankles behind your head. This causes your eyes to flutter open again, a small moan leaving you. Anakin brings his hands around to hold your legs and head in a chokehold. He fucks you like that, all twisted and overstimulated.
Looking down, you watch as his length fills you to the brim and moves in and out of you.
âA-Am ââ you sniffle, a pleasured sob racking through your throat. âAm I being good, Ani? Is⊠Is god inside me now?â
Anakin groans, his hips pressing even harder against your raw fucked pussy.
âYeah, baby,â He breathes, his hand pressing against the bulge poking out of your lower tummy. âGodâs in you. Right in this little tummy.â
You mewl, understanding his words, the blasphemy in them. A blush coats your cheeks as you murmur out, âdonât say that.. âs bad. Youâre being bad.â
âBut Iâm making you feel so good. Arenât I, baby?â He taunts, with a hint of malice in his voice. âIsnât this what you wanted? A thick, hard cock to fill up this little pussy?â
You shake your head, trying to deny yourself this pleasure you canât contain. Anakin chuckles.
âYes, it is. I can tell when youâre lying, little girl... oh, look at you. Little legs are shaking. Poor babyâŠâ
You should feel guilty for all the dirty things leaving his sinful mouth. You should hate him and find him icky and push him away. Hes a dirty, filthy man.
But⊠heâs your Ani. The man who protects you, hugs you when youâre sad, buys you your favorite lip gloss and stuffed animals. And that cross is dangling in pressing against your back, cold and heavy like a burden but still turning you on andâ he smells so good, and although you keep trying to move away from his harsh fucking, you know in your mind that you donât want him to stop. Little sounds escape your throat with each thrust, moans and whines that sound like a wounded animal. But you are far from woundedâ unless you count the soreness youâre probably going to feel tomorrow from Anakin pounding your guts.
Grunting, his arms flex on each side of you as he grasps your body with firm hands.
The manâs cock moves against your walls harshly, slick penetrating the skin of your thighs and making you shake. A smirk glazes his lips as he watches your face contorted in pleasure, and your neck is craned so you can see every facial expression he makes.
You thought you had never seen God. But right now, you might not be so sure.
âGood little angel,â he groans gently. âSuch a tight little fuck hole for daddy.â
You want to be disgusted by the name, wanted to be disgusted since the first time he said it, but before you can think too hard the tip of his mushroomed head slams against a certain spot that has you sobbing out, âdaddy, daddy!â against your own accord. He moans himself at the sound of your pleasure.
âGood fucking girl. Hittinâ that princess spot so good, yeah? Pussy feelinâ good?â
Your eyes roll back, your body going limp like a rag doll as you relax against his jackhammering thrusts. It all feels too good. The Bible always talks about heaven and you think that this is truly it: Anakin below you, holding you down, humping into you like an animal, as he spews disgusting phrases into your ears.
Maybe he isnât the devil. Maybe heâs God.
You can feel something building up in your tummy, the familiar butterflies now turning dark like moth wings, scraping against that one spot over and over and over. God grins from below you, and bringing his hand up he forces your mouth open with his big fingers. His spit lands down on your tongue, wet and warm and perfect.
âSwallow.â He commands, and you do it greedily. Your voice moans for more, aches for more, and he does it thrice.
âDo you trust me?â He growls. âDo you trust you uncle Ani, baby?â
âYes! Yes sir.â You whimper, and you know itâs true when it falls from your lips. He forces his fingers to press even harsher around your head. Your ears ring, a pressure beginning to form in your skull.
âGodâs got you,â Anakin growls. âGodâs got you and your life in his hands. And you know what?â
You donât say anything, just shake your head as you try to catch a breath of air.
âHeâs not gonna let it go.â He continues. âYouâre gonna feel this, honey. Youâre gonna get fucked like this all the timeââ your vision is blurring, his words making you spasm. He brings his fingers down to that swollen button on your soaked pussy and rubs in harsh circles. ââ When daddy thinks his precious little girl is asleep, when he thinks sheâs praying to god, sheâs going to be praying to me. Choking on my dick, getting fuckinâ bred. Do you want that? Do you want my cum, you fucking slut?â
You canât really hear him anymore; your body has gone completely limp, your eyes fluttering shut as you ride out wave upon wave of pleasure. Youâre still breathing, you know you are, but you fall unconscious in Anakinâs harsh grasp.
And when he sees you like that, all fucked out and deadweight, he groans and begins to pound you harder.
imagine having a teddy that reminds you of simon so you sew little clothes for it that resembles simon's uniform (the tact gear, the black attire, etc!) and when simon catches you with that teddy that seemingly wore clothes like him, he would lose his mind and fuck you while you hold your teddy because you were just so needy and in love with him that you just had to have a mini simon teddy as well so he could be around you 24/7 !!!
OHHHH YWSYEYSEUESYES
first time simon sees it is when heâs helping you arrange the teddies in colour coordinated order, his gaze flicking to the black and white halloween themed stuffieâskeleton printed on its forehead, the bear wearing a little diy tactical vest, and boots
he thought it was cute!! would ask you what it was to tease you, watching you become all flustered and whiney cause of him realising;((
âwhat did you name mâ?â
âsimonâŠâ
honestly, he was content with the fact you took comfort in a stuffie resembling him, and it even gave him a bit of an ego boostâhis silly dolly couldnât stay away from him for a few minutes? it even had his cologne sprayed!
âever hump it?â
âewww!â
heâd have you on all fours, ur arms wrapped around the black bear in your grasp as he thrusted into you from behind, heavy balls slapping against the soft curve of your ass, his hands moving to knead at your hips, slamming you back to meet his thrusts of desperation!!
âsi-sisiisiiii!â
you squealed out, cunny fluttering around him as you dug your face into the fur of the stuffed animal, feeling him pat your head with a large palm.
âthatâs it, pup..take it all for me, yeahâ? tell your teddy how good it feels.â
the male growled into your ear, watching you weep out in pleasure.
âit feels-ohâit feels so goouhh..goouhd!â
heâd have u babbling with his cum pouring out of your aching hole, smiling as he lifted the bear and played with it.
summary: after receiving a late-night call from your ex-boyfriend, finnick odair, you canât help but agree to meet with him. what happens when you mix a sound-proof train car and an ex you havenât seen in months?
pairing: finnick odair x reader
warnings: rough-ish smut, a teensy bit of angry sex, swearing, unprotected sex (zonât zo that), kinda ooc finnick, choking,
notes: based on 'bad idea, right?' by olivia rodrigo. i lost the person who sent the request so sorry this took so long to come out!! i donât know if i like how this is written, but smut is smut so⊠enjoy :)
word count: 4.6k
Neon beams of light pulsed in time with the heavy bass blasting throughout your unnecessarily large home in the Victorâs Village. District Two. Masonry. Big houses.
Two shots of tequila and some other very unnatural concoctions were soaking deep into your brain. Everything was swayingâthe room, the people, even you. Your small group of friends danced by your side, keeping together to avoid the creeps that might have entered your home. Although, to you, entertaining a stranger that night did not sound like such a terrible idea.
You felt lonely. Undeniably and pathetically lonely. The alcohol only enhanced your emotions and libido, leading you to search the room for anyone who interested you enough to take them upstairs. But there was no one, because in reality there was only one person you really wanted, and he was no longer yours. He hadnât been for months.
Replacements had come and gone, but they never stuck. None of them made you feel the way he did.
âExcuse me!â an exasperated voice yelled. âWould you please get out of my way?!â
To your right, your housekeeper, bless her poor deafened soul, was pushing through a crowd of intoxicated partygoers and heading straight for you.
âClaudia!â you shouted over the music, tugging down your short black slip dress out of respect for her modesty.
The elderly woman stopped in front of you, her disapproval of the vibrant scene clear as day. You always paid her double in exchange for putting up with the chaos whenever you threw a house party, which was almost every weekend.
She hovered close to your ear. âThere is someone on the phone for you!â
âDid you get a name?!â
After she shook her head, you escorted her through the thick crowd of dancers, into a quieter room and thanked her before beelining for the landline.
With a heavy sigh, you brought the corded phone to your ear and said, âWhoever this is, you better make it quick. Iâm not nearly as intoxicated as I need to be and in dire need of another shot.â
Over the scratchy static, you could hear a quiet chuckleâa sound you had spent months trying to forget, along with the person attached to it. How many drinks did you have again? The alcohol must have messed with your mind because this could not be real.
âHello to you too, sweetheart,â the caller said, his voice low and amused.
Everything you had longed to forget came rushing to the surface at an overwhelming pace. Wisps of hair the colour of a dying fire. Eyes resembling the sea. Arms that once acted as a life jacket. A dangerous mouth that had explored every inch of your body.
No. It couldnât beâ
âFinnick.â
********
Stupid. This was so fucking stupid. You were attempting to sneak out of your own party. A good old Irish Goodbye in your own house. With luck, you would make it out the front door without being caught by your friends, or worse, Claudia. Now that would be scary.
Water flushed through your system, a weak attempt you made at sobering yourself up because meeting up with your ex while drunk was a recipe for disaster. Then again, so was meeting up with your ex in the first place. Nothing will happen, you thought to yourself, we are just going to talk.
A thought even more unbelievable than thinking you would be able to be able to escape the watchful eyes of your friends.
Your high-heeled foot had just crossed the front door when someone called your name. âDamn,â you muttered, turning back around.
Valeria, your closest yet heavily intoxicated friend strutted over to you, her feet wobbling every few steps. âYou sneaky little minx,â she slurred. âSomeone said they saw you on the phone. It was him, wasnât it? He asked you to go see him.â
âJust as friends. No, not even. As acquaintances.â
âOh, my sweet, sweet silly friend.â She grabbed you by the shoulders. âWe both know you arenât that foolish.â
You looked away because you knew damn well that she was right.
âLook, I get it,â she continued. âYour hot, heâs hot.â You smiled. âYou both have a history. I just want to make sure you know all the outcomes of what you're about to do. Iâll be here for you if things do get messy but expect a well-versed speech of me saying âI told you soâ afterwards.â
âIâll hold you to that, Val,â you laughed, prying her hands off your shoulders. âI really do appreciate your concern, but I promise all weâre going to do is talk.â
âAlright, but if things go south, call me. Immediately!â she called a little too loudly as you took subtle steps away from the front door and onto the street. âHave fun with your innocent little âtalkâ!â
âThanks, mum!â
You waved goodbye as you walked down the street, body buzzing with exhilaration and apprehension. Finnick had told you his train stopped in the districtâs station for the night. He and his new victor were travelling throughout Panem for the Victory Tour and were currently in District Two. You didnât know much about his tribute, only that they were a she. The thought of Finnick spending all his time with another girl had that green-eyed monster inside you writhing.
Enough to make you agree to meet with him after midnight while moderately drunk and slightly horny. What a fantastic plan.
District Twoâs train station was a short distance from the Victorâs Village, but it was long enough to cause you to remove your heels. You finally reached the train, barefoot and with the wind softly blowing your hair. Finnick had specified a particular door to knock on so as not to alert the peacekeepers residing within the train. So, you knocked. And then you waited.
Your heart was pounding; your hands were trembling. Not long after, a dark figure appeared behind the doorâs tinted window. With a click, the door opened and revealed a shirtless smirking Finnick Odair.
Oh, fuck me.
He was even more gorgeous than the last time you saw him. His crossed arms bulged with thick muscles as he leaned against the doorframe, gaze shamelessly roaming over your scarcely dressed appearance before settling on your face. The amusement in his expression was ever-present and ever-growing.
âFinnick,â you greeted.
âY/N.â
He extended his hand, inviting you inside the train and hesitantly, you accepted. Sparks of electricity travelled up your arm, starting from where his and your hand connected. Some things never changed.
Empty silence welcomed your presence as you entered the train car. Patterned silver vases of white roses were placed atop every available surface. Meticulously crafted chandeliers lit up the room with a golden haze. To your left was an arrangement of black leather couches surrounding a small silver table; further down the car was a rectangular mahogany dining table decorated with fruit and unlit candles.
Somehow a single train car was more luxurious than your entire house.
âIs every one asleep?â you asked, running your fingertips along the pure gold that lined the couches.
âYeah,â he said, eyes following your movements. âEvery room on this train is sound-proof, so...â
You nodded, unsure of how else to reply. Conversations usually ran smoothly between you and Finnick. They were effortless. But that was when you were together. Four months must have passed now since you last spoke.
âAre you and whatâs-his-name still together?â he asked.
âNo,â you said bluntly. âI broke up with him last month.â
âMy sincerest condolences.â His sympathetic tone was as transparent as glass. Sarcasm always was his favourite pastime. âGuess he just couldnât satisfy your needs.â
Turning around to face him, you leaned against the couchâs arm, jaw clenched and eyes glowering with agitation. âIs there any specific reason why you called me here?â
He raised a glass of rich amber liquid to his lips. âCanât two old friends just reconnect?â
âOld friends,â you scoffed. âThatâs what you call it. From what I remember, the last time we saw each other, we were having goodbye sex in your bed. And in the kitchen and the lounge and on the balcony.â
Something sincere overshadowed his teasing nature, revealing itself in the tension in his facial muscles and the glassy haze that clouded his eyes. Reminiscence. âIt didnât have to be goodbye,â he spoke softly whilst holding your gaze.
You blinked. There was a short pause and only the quiet hum of the lights sounded in the room. You were the one to end the relationship, not the other way around much to your friendsâ disbelief. Over and over, you had been asked the same question: why on earth would you break up with Finnick Odair?
Well, behind closed doors, he was incredible. He was loving, affectionate, and thoughtful. He would collect seashells for you that he found on the beach whenever he went fishing, leave hand-written poetry and heartfelt love letters whenever he left for the Capitol, and mother of fucking Christ was the sex just downright extraordinary.
But as previously stated, it was all behind closed doors.
Finnick never wanted to be seen together in public and on the off chance you were, he would practically neglect your existence. Only your most trusted friends and Finnickâs family knew about your relationship. No one else. Eventually, the secretiveness created a deep void inside you that not even the sweetest love letters and seashells could fill. You couldnât remain with someone who seemed ashamed to be with you in public.
So, with a heavy heart, you said goodbye.
In fear of becoming too emotional, you disregarded his weighted words and crossed your arms. âSo,â you began, âhowâs the Tour been so far? You must be pretty ecstatic one of your tributes actually won.â
He bounced back fairly quickly. âI suppose itâs always nice to watch someone you trained live for a change,â he said, placing his drink on a nearby table. âPlus, sheâs got a lot of charisma. A natural with the speeches and interviews, so I donât need to do too much coaching.â
And there it was againâthat green-eyed monster. âCharisma, huh?â You just couldnât help yourself. âIs she pretty too?â
Finnick tilted his head, visibly surprised by your blatant jealousy. âShe just turned sixteen,â he stated with a small smirk tugging at his lips. Well, no one told you that bit of information. Awkward. âCareful, Y/N. You sounded a little jealous there.â
You pushed off the chair, heading back toward the door you entered through. Maybe this was a bad idea. âAlright, Iâm leaving now.â
Just as you turned the handle, a set of rushed footsteps thudded behind you. The door opened a mere crack, sending in a cold draft that caused your body to shudder.
âWait, justââ A swift hand came over your shoulder and pushed the door shut, eliciting a startled gasp from your lips. You could feel Finnick towering over you, the warmth of his skin spreading onto your cold back and his breaths fanning down against the bareness of your shoulder. He was so close. âI just needed to see you before I leave tomorrow morning.â
Slowly, you turned around, coming face-to-face with the man you shouldnât have loved. His burning gaze was a stark contrast to the icy metal door your back was pressed against. Tension pulsated in the small space between you and him. The intense attraction that had first brought you two together came rushing forth; trying to fight such a magnetic force was impossible. You needed connectionâtouch.
This night would not end with just a simple innocent chat, you knew that now.
You swallowed hard, your heart racing. âYou needed to see me?â you asked. âFinnick, if you want me to stay, donât beat around the bush. Tell me what you really want.â
Silence. He continued staring at you and you could see a scheme forming behind his mesmerising green eyes. Then the scheme was unfolding. He leaned down to your level, to your lips, his half-lidded eyes never leaving your mouth as he just barely allowed his lips to brush yours. On instinct, you tilted your head upwards.
âI want you,â he whispered.
You didnât waste a second to respond. âThen take me.â
He was quicker than a bullet train. Finnickâs lips caught your own and were burning with fiery desire, evident in his haste to wrap you up in his arms and practically merge your body with his. Flames licked just beneath your skin, setting your nerves alight with passion and lust. You burned together in an inferno fuelled by each otherâs touch.
Logically, this was wrong. Finnick was your ex-boyfriend and for good reason. But as your hands clung to every inch of him that they possibly could, as his tongue and yours danced fluidly with one another, and as your body buzzed with pure adrenaline, you were willing to abandon all your morals in exchange for five more minutes in his embrace.
A moan travelled from your mouth to his own as you felt him bite your lower lip. You could already feel that familiar throbbing sensation between your thighs and the wetness that exposed how much you craved him. You knew he felt the same. His sweatpants left little to the imagination.
Your hand slipped between your connected bodies, travelling down Finnickâs firm stomach, gliding over his small trail of hair and finally into his pants. Your fingers curled around his cock which already leaked with precum. He was just as desperate as you.
âFuck,â he groaned, the sound sending tingles down your spine.
You left his lips to press a wet kiss to his neck. âI wonder how many times you pretended your hand was my own,â you purred, leaving another kiss on his clavicle. âHow many times you tried to recreate the warmth you only feel when you're inside me.â
His mouth hung open, letting out quiet uneven breaths as you stroked his length, your pace so quick that he already felt an overwhelming urge to release into your soft unrelenting hand. The sound of your voice, so sexy and lustful, combined with your swift pressured movements had his stomach tensing and contracting with a devastating build-up of pleasure.
âToo many times,â he admitted in a strained voice.
You sucked on the warm pulsing skin of his neck, this time receiving a groan that buzzed on your lips. His hands grabbed at your hips for support, roughly kneading the softness and satin in his large palms.
âThis dressâfuck!â his voice broke as another hand slipped into his pants, cupping his balls as the other twisted with each stroke of his cock. âSweetheart,â he chuckled breathlessly. âYou look like a fucking siren.â
Your soft lips pecked at his toned chest before pulling away and looking up at him through your lashes. Euphoric delirium was prominent in his eyes. âYou shouldâve seen everyone staring at my party,â you said. âI wish you saw how badly the men wanted to fuck me right there on the dancefloor; how they undressed me with their eyes. Maybe then you would understand the mistake you made by never showing me off.â
Aggravation blazed in his aroused eyes which only made you so much hornier. Before you could pump another stroke, Finnick had ripped your hands from his pants and spun you around, pinning your body against the wall with his own, his hard cock pushing against the plush of your ass.
âI do understand,â he growled into your ear.
He abruptly started sucking hard kisses onto the side of your neck which had you gasping for air and tilting your head to allow him further access. One of his hands cupped your breast, massaging it with rough fingers and pinching your peaked nipples between his fingertips. His other hand travelled around your hip, wandering beneath your revealing dress and slipping into your lace panties.
You cried out when two fingers plunged into your soaking hole without warning.
âKnow what I wish?â he asked, fingers curling in and out of you at such a rapid pace that the wet noises could be heard throughout the entire room. Blissful tears threatened to spill down your face. âI wish those guys could see how you looked right now with my fingers fucking you.â The hand on your breast moved to your throat, applying enough pressure on your carotid to make your head pound with dizziness. âI wish they knew you only enjoy being fucked by me.â
Your walls squeezed around his fingers, pulling him even further inside. Your untouched breasts were squashed against the train door and the fabric of your dress rubbed against your sensitive nipples. Finnickâs cock twitched against you and his hand was constricting the blood flow to your head. Yeah. Nobody else could make you feel better than this.
Finnick plunged his fingers inside again with a hard thrust which forced a broken moan from your lips. âIsnât that right?â
The heel of his palm dug into your clit and your entire body was overcome with pins and needles; your knees buckled and hit the metal door. That would definitely bruise. You hoped it wouldâyou wanted a reminder of this night.
âYes!â you gasped. âFinnick, only you. Only you.â
âThatâs right.â
Your moans started to rise in pitch, signalling the orgasm which was rapidly closing in. But right before you could come, Finnickâs fingers slipped out of you and out of your now-drenched panties. Your orgasm began to fade due to the lack of friction until it disappeared completely, leaving you feeling frustrated and neglected.
Turning back around with a flushed face, you witnessed Finnick sucking your juices off his fingers with a pop. His grin was conniving, self-satisfied with his actions which proved how desperately you wanted him to fuck you. That smug bastard. You would give anything to wipe the amusement off his beautiful fucking face.
And, well, you did.
âFuck you!â you exclaimed, shoving him backwards.
âFuck me?â He raised an eyebrow, smirk twitching at his lips. âI already know you want to.â
With a frustrated cry, you shoved him again, but this time he caught you in his arms and fervidly crushed his lips to yours. You squirmed and writhed and resisted but eventually melted into his embrace when you remembered you wanted this. You wanted this so badly.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as both your bodies continuously curved into one another, neither of you being able to remain still for more than a few seconds. The taste of brandy and you were on Finnickâs tongue as it swirled around your mouth; the flavours, which were polar opposites, sweet and savoury, mixed together to create something utterly carnal.
With the knowledge that this was probably a one-time thing, your kisses became bruising and frantic. Finnick alternated between kissing your lips, your neck, your jaw, and any place he could possibly reach. You hung onto every sound he made, every hot breath he took.
The two of you stumbled around the train car, lips never leaving one another, hands grabbing at every inch of flesh they could reach. You bumped into walls and multiple glass ornaments and laughed together when Finnick just barely caught one before it shattered on the floor.
Eventually, you ended up down the opposite end of the train car. Your back hit something hard and you gasped in surprise. The dining table. Finnick gave a quick glance at the table before pressing another kiss to your lips, this time a little more tenderly.
âTurn around,â he said, and you did.
You immediately felt him press himself against your behind. You stared ahead, chest heaving and swollen lips tingling, waiting for any more commands. His hand walked around your thigh, over the mound of your pussy, and then grazed up your stomach. He left a trail of warm tingles between your breasts before continuing upward to move your hair from your shoulder where he placed another warm gentle kiss.
Finally, he splayed his hand flat between your shoulder blades and pushed, bending you over the table until your torso lay flat on the cold wooden surface. Finnick hiked your dress up to your hips and crouched down, caressing your outer thighs before sliding your panties down to your ankles.
The air hit your bare skin and you exhaled a shaky breath as you anticipated his next movements. As he rose to his feet, he trailed kisses up your leg, ending with a soft bite to your ass which earned him a small giggle.
You could hear him tug down his sweatpants which hit the floor with a muffled thud. Your breaths continued to shake with nerves, coming out in soft pants. Finnick held onto your hip with one hand and held himself in the other. No words were spoken. Both of you wanted thisâneeded this.
Next thing you knew, your panting breaths had stopped altogether. Finnickâs cock had slid between your folds, filling you up in one single movement, and you both released a relieved moan in sync. Your hands pressed against the tabletop as your body began to rock with his thrusts. You werenât going to make love or whisper sweet nothings into each otherâs ears. No. This was pure unadulterated fucking.
Finnick started off fast; neither of you had the patience for a slow build-up. You didnât even bother caring about the fact that he wasnât wearing a condom. His hand had lowered to your mid back and the other gripped your hip as your warmth swallowed him over and over.
âOh god,â you gasped.
The sensations that overtook your body were eagerly welcomed. You had tried to replicate the sex Finnick gave with other men after your relationship ended, but none seemed to compare even the slightest. You werenât sure how a single human being could provide the sensations of nirvana, how one could master the skills of bringing another person to such an incredible high, but Finnick could. He always could.
It was only at this point that you realised how badly your body had been in withdrawal from his touch. The feeling of him inside you was like a drug. Addicting. Definitely not healthy.
You had tried fingering yourself to replicate his cock, but it was a pathetic attempt. Finnick could hit a deep spot inside you that no one else could like it was some secret forbidden location that only he held the key to. He made your body feel full. Stuffed. Complete. In a way that made you feel like you were going to burst into an explosion of white heavenly light.
Your nails scratched at the wood as he continued to pound into you, cock gliding against the ripples of your inner walls. There wasnât a single inch of space left inside you. He fit like your pussy was where he belonged.
âAlways feel so fucking good,â he muttered between thrusts.
His pleasure was always vocal, voiced with heavy breaths, grunts, and groans. Sometimes he even whimpered, especially when you edged him. He didnât mind you being more dominant at times, but right now was not one of those moments. Being bent over and fucked into a table was not in any way, shape, or form you being dominant. This was Finnick being in control and it felt incredible.
âFinnick,â you said. âDonât stop. Please, donât stop!â
In response he grabbed your other hip and pulled you back into him, burying himself even deeper inside you with each thrust which had you crying out his name again. He hunched over your body, hips still pounding behind you, and sucked harsh kisses on your shoulder. He left behind red and deep purple marks on your shoulder, moving to your neck, and then grazed your earlobe with his teeth.
He returned a hand to your throat, forcing the both of you into a standing position. His fingers squeezed, reducing the blood flow into your brain which enhanced the explosion building up inside you.
âHarder!â you cried.
Both his cock and his hand increased their vigour. Stars were sparkling in your vision. You were almost completely sober now, yet you felt entirely drunk. Drunk on Finnick. He reached his free hand between your legs and your body fell back into his, only remaining upright from his support.
His fingers rubbed side-to-side on your clit, so hard and fast that his hand almost blurred in motion. Your moans rose an octave as your stomach began to tighten. A fire burned within your muscles, so pleasurably excruciating that you thought they would liquefy inside you. Your pussy clenched around Finnickâs cock, walls fluttering with each of his pounding thrusts.
âCome, sweetheart,â he purred into your ear. You could hear how much he struggled to contain his moans as he talked. âCome on, I know you're close. I can feel you.â
You nodded mindlessly and curled your arm backwards around his neck, in need of something to cling to. As the feeling inside your stomach intensified, your eyes squeezed shut and your hold around his neck tightened until you were almost choking him. With every ounce of strength that he had inside him, Finnick increased his pace until he fit multiple mind-destroying thrusts into each second that passed.
He was almost animalistic with his pounding and unrestrained groans of pleasure. And you were so close, so, so close to falling over the edge. His hand was constricted around your throat; the other assaulted your clit, and his cock was mercilessly hitting that swollen spot inside you. Any second andâ
âIâm goâIâm gonna come!â
A potent cocktail of pleasure, ecstasy, and release washed through your body, unravelling the tension inside your stomach and exiting through your stuffed hole. Your juices coated Finnickâs cock with warmth as you repeated his name over and over.
You could feel him twitching inside you, spilling himself onto your clenching walls whilst bending you over to senselessly fuck you into the table. His moans were so loud, so fucking attractive, but may God have mercy on both of you if the room wasnât actually soundproof.
Neither of you could stop. You came an immeasurable number of times; your hands left marks on Finnickâs body as he did on yours, and every surface in the room had been tainted with your sin. You clung onto one another, desperately prolonging your night together that would most likely be the last. Ever.
*********
âDonât leave again.â
Your fingers stilled as you strapped on your high heels. You glanced up at Finnickâwho now had his sweatpants back onâfrom the gold-lined leather chair you sat in.
âFinnickâŠâ you sighed.
âPlease,â he said. Crouching down in front of you, he gently took your hand into his own. His face, which previously reflected nothing but pleasure, now looked at you with pained desperation. âIâll explain everything to you. Why I was always in the Capitol. Why it was too dangerous for us to be seen together in public. All of it.â
The mention of danger took you aback. You had thought he never wanted to be seen together because he was embarrassed, not because it was⊠dangerous. Brows furrowed together, your eyes flickered between his, searching for any hint of deception, anything that might reveal malicious intentions. But when had Finnick ever been malicious towards you? Never. All you found in his eyes was sincerity.
âI canât lose you again,â he whispered, lowering his head.
After a few seconds of contemplation, you realised there wasnât a chance in hell you were going to walk out on him again. Life would mean nothing without Finnick beside you.
Your fingers sat under his chin, lifting his head to meet your gaze. The two of you exchanged a look of vulnerability, signifying an era of newfound understanding and reconnection.
You whispered in response. âYouâve got me, Finn.âÂ
Request: I can sooooooo see Hasan having a breeding kink. Like heâs so possessive and a show off, loved pointing out that Austin was wearing his jewelry at the Streamies, I can just imagine how proud and possessive he is knowing he got you pregnant.
Plus youâd look so gorgeous carrying his baby, heâs LOVING all the body changes youâre going through and would literally just worship you.
So something soft and smutty, even just foreplay and being intimate and close together.
And theyâre too big for your fingers because heâs MASSIVE
But heâs like
âKeep them safe for me, yeah? They mean a lot to me.â
In the sweetest voice
So how could you not? Having to clench your fists so they donât fall offâŠ
ik we all probably think of Hasan being on the rougher side
Which is definitely true for when you guys are having your regular sex
But when heâs solely set on knocking you up heâs so gentle and romantic about itâŠ
He tracks your cycle, obviously
Plans around the day youâre most fertile
Heâs streaming as usual, before one day of each month, heâs just GONE.
No internet presence, no texts, no calls, nothing.
He disappears so completely even the FBI would struggle to get in contact with him.
Just so he can be completely focused on you!!! <3
Missionary all fucking day
LikeâŠ
LiterallyâŠ
All fucking day
Fucking all day
Puts a pillow under your hips
Has a plug ready to go
Gets really sensual with it
Lights tons of candles
Pink lights
Will tie your hands together with ribbon above your head
FIXATED on BOOBA
He canât not touch, tug, pull, suck, pinch, kissâŠ
Especially with the aim of the day
Thereâs just something about your boobs that make him FUCKING fall in love all over again <3
To the main course,
He works on a schedule
Wake up - 6:00am (early, but he has to)
Wake you up with breakfast in bed - 6:30am
Fuck - 7:00 to 8:00
Relax - 8:00 to 8:30
Fuck - 8:30 to 9:30
Relax, etc., etc.
Makes sure to fill you up at least twice every hour!
If you guys have to go out after fucking, heâll be smiling like a fucking idiot knowing that his cum is nestled in you, doing its job.
And that nobody even knows! But they will know soon!!!
Gets even more sad than you when all the tests come back negative
Until
FINALLY
It happens!
And heâs over the moon about it!
He gets so fucking excited, immediately planning what the nursery will look like and buying you CUTE maternal clothes (none of those basic maternal clothes, no no no, youâre gonna be fashionable while pregnant, thatâs for fucking sure!!!)
Completely stocks up on your favourite food!
One day, during your fourth month, you wake up to his head on your chest and his hand rubbing your tummy
You say âIâm not even showing yet, what youâre rubbing is my food baby.â
And he gets SO huffy with you
Thatâs HIS BABY right there maâam!!!
Oh godâŠ
Thinking of going to the fucking streamies with him like thisâŠ
In your sixth month, heâs already SO PROTECTIVE
Literally follows you around like a bodyguard, making sure people stay AT LEAST two feet away from you, no touching the belly without permission, throwing even his BEST FRIENDS stink eyes if they look at you for too longâŠ
But also
You take a pic before going to the venueâŠ
Itâs a full length mirror picâŠ
Your dress is FUCKING AMAZING, with two slits in itâŠ
ButâŠ
Kneeling at your feet is Hasan, in his suit, hugging your leg while you play with his hair and he looks up at you like you quite literally MADE the universe.
People go feral for that pic <3 <3 <3
Oh and you thought he loved your tits before?
Now theyâve grown and gotten heavy with milk?
LITERALLY DEVOTED TO BOOBA
He can NOT get enough!!!
Staring at them all the time
Sometimes will just get you to flash him so he can get that little boost of serotonin he needs <3
You get so round <3
And heâs like
So curvy, he wants to EAT YOU
If you keep the weight after giving birth
God
Fucking
Save
You
Heâs SO fucking feral for it
Ugh
Anyways
Iâve got work to do
Buh BYE!!! <3
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