need a fic of jill giving you back shots and she’s got her strong muscly arms wrapped around your head.. need her to put me in a headlock asap
mean Jill fucking u to sleep brah iddeeeekkkk
jill’s got you trapped in that iron hold, arm cinched tight around your throat so your head can’t do anything but stay locked against her chest.
her breath is hot on your ear, sharp and ragged from the steady drive of her hips. every thrust is brutal, timed with the cold efficiency of someone who doesn’t miss a shot. her pelvis smacks into you again and again, bruising, sharp bones digging into the softness of your ass. gooey strings of creamy, white slick creating a subtle resistance everytime she pulls out.
“yeah? you fuckin’ like that?”
she growls, voice low and gravel-slick, mean in that way that has your cunt clenching around her cock for more. her arm flexes harder, the chokehold tightening, cutting off just enough air to make your pulse spike. the crook of her elbow digs into your throat, forcing your jaw open in a broken little gasp as she uses you like leverage.
your skin burns where her abs grind against your back, slick with sweat, your body shaking with each snap of her hips. every thrust makes your fat ripple, smacking into her bony frame in a messy clash of soft against hard.
the sound is obscene—wet, raw, skin clapping in the rhythm of her punishment. you’re half-gone, brain practically melting out your ears, the cage of her arm around your throat holding you up as much as it’s keeping you down.
she snarls right against your ear as your hips try to shift, biting at the shell of it in reprimand.
“take it. don’t you fuckin’ run from me now.”
jill drags your body back down onto her cock, the thick head nearly punching at your cervix with every brutal drive forward. the stretch is overwhelming, your toes curling hard against the backs of her thighs as hot gushes of squirt spill out of you each time she buries herself too deep.
you can’t see, but you swear your belly’s bulging. the weight of it heavy in your gut—only for her to rip it free from your needy pussy once you start to get used to it, leaving you clenching. empty.
her arm finally slips from the back of your head, allowing it to loll forward, but there’s no relief. jill’s hand drops lower, spreading your sore asscheeks apart to watch the mess she’s made of you. your cunt gapes around nothing, creamy slick spilling down over your clit and onto the drenched sheets.
the exposure alone makes your body jolt, nerves lit raw, like even the air brushing against you is too much.
“oh yeah.. pussy stretched so much she’s gapin’.”
that filthy phrase rolls off her tongue with sinuous intent, tender inner walls clenching up around nothing at the sound of her crude tone. you’re damn near begging, despite yourself, for her to fuck you again. hips rocking back against her cream-coated strap with a shame only she manages to drag out of you, breath catching when the wide tip nudges your entrance. only to slip past and press tight against your neglected asshole.
“jill—fuck, please. not- not thereeeooohhh…!”
her laugh rumbles dark in your ear, sharp teeth grazing the side of your neck as she deliberately circles the fat head over your puckered rim. just enough pressure to make you clench around nothing, your cunt dripping messier with every pass. she grinds the toy against your ass, slow, taunting, until your whole body trembles with the threat of it.
“relax,” she rasps, biting down on your shoulder just hard enough to sting. “didn’t say i’d fuck your ass. not yet.” the blunt head drags away, wet with your slick, and she snaps her hips forward without warning— burying herself back into your pussy with a brutal slam that knocks the air right out of your chest.
you choke on a scream, cunt fluttering wildly around the thick shaft as she drives in balls-deep, your belly bulging again with the sheer girth of it.
your throat is raw from the sounds she wrings out of you, shattered cries and broken moans spilling like you’ve got no control left. the wet slap of her hips is drowned by the obscene squelch of your cunt, frothy strings clinging to her shaft every time she pulls out just to ram home again.
her fingers dig into your asscheek, keeping you spread, eyes locked on the messy gape of your pussy as it struggles to take her. “look at that,” she snarls, grinding in to the hilt, her voice edged with cruel delight. “cunt’s so fucked open she can’t even keep it together. milkin’ me like a goddamn whore.”
she angles deeper, snapping her hips up so the head of the strap finally battering your cervix over and over until your legs kick weakly against the sheets. hot gush after gush spills out, painting her thighs, soaking everything beneath you. jill growls low, almost feral, hand fisting in your hair to haul your head back against her shoulder.
“keep squirting, baby,” she spits, snapping her hips faster, harder, using you like a ragdoll.
“soak me. i wanna see how much cum this sloppy hole’s really got left.”
your body convulses around her, wrecked and overstimulated, pussy clenching tight in desperate waves as another flood of cream gushes down the insides of your thighs. jill’s laugh cuts sharp through your whimpers, her pace unrelenting, every thrust dragging more wetness out of you until you’re dripping, dripping, dripping.
She leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and delivers it with a smirk you can hear in her tone:
“huh. just as i suspected. can’t even hold my dick in without pissing cum all over the sheets, pathetic.”
mm callin sevika mommy for the first time out of nowhere while she’s fucking u… ur lost in the moment and it comes and she stops moving out of shock…. then she starts again but harder, faster, teasin u like “what’d you call me, baby? let me hear you again, mama?”
thinking thoughts!!!
meow
The laugh Sevika lets out is downright evil. She’s paused the movement of her hips, her dick still inside your cunt, so deep yet unmoving. You almost regret letting that stupid little word slipping past your lips. “What’d you just call me?,” her tone is mocking, you can feel the smirk tugging at her lips, “Let me hear it, doll. Say it again.”Sevika punctuates her words with a sharp, rough snap of her hips, forcing her cock deeper than you thought possible.
Your eye’s squeeze shut, tears teasing your waterline, feeling like you’ve been punched. You cry out, “Mommy!” it’s pathetic, each syllable broken into weak sobs, “I- I need you, mama, please.” Sevika’s broke you, leaving you a babbling little mess, reducing you to nothing but a toy she loves to play with.
Since that word passed your lips, she fucks you with no remorse, as if you were fuelling the fire within her. Sevika grips your thighs hard enough to bruise and forces your legs up against your chest. Her thrusts are harsh, unforgiving as she ruts her hips, over and over practically shoving her dick into your cunt. “Yeah, baby? Need your mommy’s dick, huh? Fuck, you’re taking it so good,” she seethes, teeth gritted, watching your abused pussy sucking in her cock so eagerly. “Come on, girl. Whose cunt is this?”
A loud smack echoes with each thrust, Sevika’s hips slapping against your thighs. Your eyes are rolled so far back into your skull, all you can see is the bright flashes of light from the amount of pleasure you’re being given. “Yours, mama,” you mewl, voice teetering on a scream, “Mommy i’m yours, all yours, please please, mama don’t stop.” You’re rambling, fucked completely and utterly dumb, and Sevika loves it. If she could fuck you harder, she would, and she tries. Sevika drops her weight on you, bucking her hips, making sure you feel her deep inside you.
“You’re such a fucking whore,” she spits, “All mine. So good for your mama.”
CONTENT WARNING. 18+ only, minors dni. NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, scissoring, kissing, praising, mommy kink, top! reyna, pet names, dub-con elements, | ~0.9k words
A/N. i found this scrapped reyna fic on my hard drive finally, hopefully, you like it anon despite it being rather short, and thank you for reading everyone !!!
to say that reyna was tense lately was an understatement and you were more than glad that the rest of the agents thought when she finally calmed down it was thanks to the countless training bots beheaded. you were more than proud of how well you could assist your girlfriend to cool her head, but you were nowhere proud enough to brag about how you really did it. even that was a lie because in her least angelic moments, reyna was still very pervasive, and with the slightest effort she could charm you into her room to have a good time.
there was no time for you to register anything happening after the sliding door closed, reyna’s hands all over your body, stripping you of your clothes before forcing you under her on the bed. “my precious baby, won’t you help mami, hm?” she coos as she straddles you, her hand catching one of yours that was trying to cover up your bare body, placing them on the buckle of her pants while her free hand was groping your chest, digging her nails into the soft mound of your breast.
your body was sprawled across the bed like a work of art, your tits bouncing softly as reyna rolled her hips against yours. light gasps came from your lips as your clit met hers, grinding against one another slowly. zyanya’s mouth waters at the sight of you under her and her animalistic fantasies of absolutely devouring you right there and then were never harder to maintain than now.
“feels good baby, yeah? helping mami out,” she asks, reaching a hand down to caress your face. it was hot, almost fooling her that you were riding a high fever and your cheeks were red like the blood that flows through your body, your skin burning where she touched you. you nodded furiously, the blush darkening and spreading down your neck as she pressed herself down on top of you, taking control of the position, her arms bracketing your head and holding it down so you couldn’t move away.
you bit your lower lip to suppress a moan which did not please the woman above you at all. reyna would hate to admit otherwise, tell you out loud how much she is enjoying herself in this position and the delicious stimulation on her clit. she didn’t think this kind of position could be as satisfying as any of her toys or your tongue and she is already planning the next time the two of you will do this.
“f-faster…” you mumble, your thighs trembling already. your heart was racing and you swore it would jump out of your chest any second with the way she moved her hips against yours.
“you are so good mi corazón, such a pretty messy pussy you have for mami,” she exclaims with a high-pitched moan following her statement. she pulls your thigh closer to her and quickens her pace as more praises fall from her mouth.
your eyes close as you soak up her words, whimpering softly after each and every adoring word that spilled from her mouth. your body trembles and your walls clench around nothing but air as your high nears and you find it embarrassing. she mewls all about how she’s gonna devour you after this, how she is gonna eat you up and make sure you get what’s coming to you.
“m’cumming- cumming!” you squeak, your thighs trying to close as your hips spasm against hers. all your shame quickly dissolves, your mind only able to concentrate on the spine-arching pleasure your body is being wrecked by. you saw stars, shining brightly and bliding you as your orgasm ate you whole.
“cum for me- cum with me cariño.” reyna gave you a few rushed nods, not being able to form any more words as she too was nearing the edge. she can feel the small, unfortunate space between the two of you get even more slippery than before, the wet sounds of your pussy lips getting louder.
just as you were coming, your pupils were blown like you were high on drugs, and your brain was gushing out of your ears. zyanya followed you soon, her head falling forward and one of her hands slipping between the two of you. the pressure in her stomach was unbearable and the release her fingers provided was heavenly.
the sound of her moans was music to your ear and if you weren’t so dizzy because of your lingering orgasm. it felt so damn good to be fucked like this, to know that you are making her feel good and she's letting all that steam off that's building up inside of her.
reyna wasn't shy about showing off, kissing, and biting your shoulder and collarbone- touching these marks. it stung, how her fingers ran along and pushed on her purple marks, but the way that touch made her feel, the warm feeling, and how it made your body shiver all made her delightful, strengthening her ownership over you.
zyanya was breathing heavily, her hair tousled. her entire body was sweaty and flushed and she looked absolutely gorgeous. she pulled back slowly, her breathing labored and her eyes remained closed for a couple of seconds before falling over, taking you in her weak arms, pulling your naked bodies close to one another.
warning: Horny meemaw and peepaw taking turns on you, Miss Laswell fucking u with a strap on, me being horny
Hngghhh. Jus' imagine being tag teamed by Captain John Price n' Miss Laswell.
You're kneeling. Mouth making quick work of the fake cock in your mouth. Miss Laswell's strap, to be clear. She sits like a king on a throne, the top buttons of her shirt's undone, giving you a peek at her lacey blue bra.
She's on a call. One hand resting on your head while the other steadies the phone. She speaks so calmly, no one would suspect her of doing anything unprofessional on the other line. As if she hasn't got you choking around her cock.
You try your best to muffle any pathetic sound that would escape you. Not wanting to embarrass Miss Laswell on what looks to be quite an important chat she's having. But unlike your efforts at keeping silent, there's someone behind you seemingly not caring for being inaudible.
Your Captain drills his hips into you like a piston. Rough hands holding onto your thighs and using them as leverage to hit that one spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. The sounds of skin slapping skin echoes about in the room, and you're worried that it might be heard by whoever's calling. But Miss Laswell doesn't seem to mind. Content on jus' running her hands through your hair.
John speeds up his thrusts. He's close, you guess. You involuntary clench at the euphoric sensation of his fat cock stretching you impossibly wide, and all of a sudden he's coming undone. Loosing his rhythm and slamming his hips so fast, and so hard you're sent forward.
You feel him fill you to the brim. And it makes you gag around Miss Laswell's cock. Your pretty fucked up face sends her over the edge, and within a second she's gripping your hair and fucking your throat like she owns it. Like she owns you. She sets the phone down, laying it abandoned on some random corner he couldn't give a shit about. And you see how she spams with pleasure. The material of the strap rubs against her clit, slowly driving her towards release.
She cums soon after. Chest heaving as she eyes John who's carefully pulling out of you. His cum leaks out of you, creating a mess on the floor. He's just as disheveled as you are.
But she notices something.
"Oh. You haven't cum yet, have you, sweetheart..? Say. How about you bend over the desk, and me, and John will switch places?.."
"Deal...?"
a/n: UGHHHHH save me Miss Laswell 😩. M' so incredibly horny. Send in your thoughts so we could both be horny together. But I hope you liked this, my loves! Have a wonderful day/night!
Not Beta Read - For the @moonknight-events Bingo Event!
Prompt: "Tell Me No."
Author's Note: This was my first omegaverse fic so be gentle please and thanks.
Summary
The CEO of Lockley & Co. is an alpha and has agreed that omegas can work at his corporation, so long as they agree to stay on suppressants. You needed your job, and you needed it badly, so you had no problem with compliance.
But why aren't your suppressants working?
Tags/Warnings
NSFW, omegaverse, A/B/O, Jake is an Alpha and reader is an Omega, messy sex, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, creampie, knotting, strangers hooking up sort of, rough sex.
You wanted the job at Lockley & Co. so bad you could hardly stand it. Nine to five, Monday through Friday with health benefits and a 401k. You couldn’t pass something like that up, so you were happy to follow the rules for Omegas: take your heat suppressants, or take some sick leave when the time for your heat arrived. There was no exception, and if you couldn’t follow the rules, then you would be fired.
You’d done well for yourself, prepping the perfect resume, carefully adorned with your special skills and experience working for prior well known employers. It all earned you a position as Mr. Lockley’s personal secretary. Not just anyone was cut out for the job. You had to be sharp, an exceptional multitasker, and excellent at problem solving. You felt confident that you could handle it, and you were sure that your confidence is the reason his assistant hired you.
“You’re an omega…” she’d looked up from your resume, eyes scanning over you to cast their judgment. “You’re aware that Mr. Lockley is an alpha, aren’t you?”
You nodded, “yes, but I’m on suppressants, I take them regularly, and I wear a pheromone blocker.”
She hummed in approval as she continued looking over your resume, “we can try it out, but if you become a problem then this may not be a good fit.”
You assured her it wouldn’t be an issue. You weren’t a stranger to your heat, and you knew how to handle it.
You had it under control…you thought.
On your first day, Mr. Lockley strode into the hall by his office, the place where your desk sat by the door to check people in for appointments and take calls. He stopped in his tracks, dark eyes darting to yours and his nostrils flaring slightly while he stared. Could he smell you? Of course he couldn’t. You’d taken the suppressants, you took care of your shit so you could work. You checked your wrist, the small green light on the electronic pheromone blocker you wore indicated that it was still working.
But it wasn’t working.
Mr. Lockley’s cheeks flushed, his movements turned fast as he stormed to his office and slammed the door. You jumped, not sure why he was reacting that way. You looked around. Maybe there was a new omega hired that was around and you didn’t see them? No, there was no one else up there with you at the moment. It was just you, and Mr. Lockley on that floor.
You could hear him in there, making all sorts of noise as it sounded like he slammed down his briefcase and rustled through his documents. He was loud for a while in there, the sounds of his footsteps echoing out into the hall even through the closed door. It was after an hour of the racket that you heard some glass break, so you finally decided to knock on his door.
“S-sir?” You asked softly.
A deafening silence ripped through the hall where you stood.
“Come in,” he choked out, not in the confident, deep voice you’d expected to hear.
You opened the door slowly. You were shocked to see him adjusting his tie and fixing his hair as you stepped into the room.
“Stay there!” He shouted, forcing you to jump back in surprise.
You’d never seen Mr. Lockley like that, cheeks dusted pink and hair a bit unruly. He was known for his inexplicable ability to keep his composure, even in the most unnerving situations. You envied him for that trait.
“What do you want?” He asked harshly.
“I was just…” you looked at the broken corporate award from last year on the floor, which you assumed was the source of the breaking glass you heard earlier. “I was just checking on you, you sounded–”
“I’m fine,” he rushed to say. “You should go home early, I don’t need you today.”
“Well I have a lot of work to do, it’s my first day, I should–”
“You’re fired!”
You gulped, rendered silent by the finite words leaving his mouth.
“I’m…what?” Your bottom lip started quivering against your will. “You can’t–”
“No, you’re not fired but just…just go home! Don’t make me ask again!”
You nodded and left his office before he changed his mind back to terminating you again. Your heart was racing and you felt like you’d been punched in the gut. There was no excuse for him to be in such a mood, but then it hit you. You were in your heat. He was acting like an alpha would if they smelled you.
He could smell you. There was no other reasonable explanation.
But you had taken suppressants, you knew you did. As you were leaving you rifled through your bag. In your purse you found the suppressant package with one capsule missing, you turned it this way and that, looking for any explanation as to why it wouldn’t be working. The fine print stated:
Caution: this medication will have little to no effect on alphas that have marked the omega taking this drug. In the case of ‘perfect mates’, this drug will have little to no effect. Disclaimer: Suppressants and their potency are not a reliable way to determine ‘perfect mate’ compatibility. If you have a high blood pressure or heart disease, please consult your doctor before taking any form of suppressant.
You wracked your brain the entire way home trying to think of when Mr. Lockley might’ve marked you. The two of you had never even spoken before, and he certainly had never touched you. You’d heard from others that he made a point never to touch employees of his just in case. You wondered if that’s why he still had his gloves on when you’d left his office earlier.
—
Jake couldn’t figure it out either.
He spent the day in his office, trying desperately to get the smell of you out of his head. He used his aromatherapy pen, something he bought on Amazon that was supposed to help quell his rut when an Omega in heat was nearby and off their suppressants. It helped…a little.
He was able to get through the better part of his day, sitting through some of his morning meetings and sifting through emails. When his assistant came in, opening the door and letting a breeze air waft through his office, he lost what little control he had left. You’d left your damn coat behind at your desk in your attempt to leave the office quickly, and it stunk like you.
“Sir, are you alright–”
“Cancel all my meetings, I’m going home,” he grumbled, stalking out of his office in a huff.
She looked surprised, but nodded nonetheless. Jake snatched your coat on the way by your desk as he made his way to the elevator. No amount of aromatherapy bullshit could stop the feral heat coursing through his veins. By the time he reached the ground floor he was covered in a thin veil of sweat, only made worse by the inquiring employees all asking ‘if he was okay.’
He was fucking fine.
Except he wasn’t.
Jake had meant to go straight home, truly, but he found himself standing outside your house instead, knocking on your door with your stinking coat in hand. He just had to give it back to you. If he didn’t, it was going to continue stinking up his car, or his house, or his bed. That’s all he was there to do…nothing else. He wiped his sweaty palms on his suit coat. It was unlike him to be shaken up like that. The CEO and founder of Lockley & Co., made into a panting mess by a little omega who forgot to take her suppressants. He was stronger than that…at least that’s what he kept telling himself.
—
You heard a knock on your door and could see your boss through the ring camera at your front steps. You felt every nerve ending in your body come alive. Your core immediately started tingling with anticipation, knowing there was an alpha right on the other side of your door. With hesitation, you grabbed your phone, speaking through the intercom.
“M-Mr. Lockley what are you–”
“You left your jacket, I brought it for you.” He spoke in a low rasp. Even through the phone, his tense demeanor was evident.
“Thank you,” you gulped. “You can just leave it there at the door.”
“I’m sorry for my behavior but…you need to take your suppressants, you know the rules. There’s a reason–”
“I did take them, but they don’t work if you marked me but…I don’t remember you marking me,” you felt your body overheating the longer he stood outside your door.
“I didn’t, it would’ve been impossible. Besides, I have a strict policy with my employees.” He said sternly.
There was an awkward silence that passed through the closed door. You felt your slick dripping out of you, ruining the clothes you’d changed into when you got home.
“Well you must’ve because–”
“I didn’t!” He yelled, forcing you to step away from the door. “I didn’t.”
“Okay.”
You felt an overwhelming need to open the door and see him. Your feet carried you involuntarily to the knob, and on its own your hand reached out to grasp it.
“Don’t open the door,” he warned.
“I’m opening the door,” you retorted, turning the knob.
“I’m begging you not to open the fucking door–”
“I’m just going to get my coat from you, it’s not–”
“-and I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if–”
“-you’re making a big deal out of nothing I’m just going to–”
You both froze when the door was finally open. A smart omega would’ve kept it closed like she was told, but you weren’t a smart omega. You were in heat, desperate, dripping wet between your legs with slick, and there was a perfectly healthy and ready alpha on your front step. How could you just let that opportunity slip by?
—
Jake could smell your slick pouring out of you like a little fountain. You were so wet that it filled his head with a fog he couldn’t shake. His hands were clenched into fists and his jaw was so tight he thought his teeth might break in his mouth. Your heart was pounding in your heaving chest, he could hear it. He could see every little bead of sweat on your soft skin. What a pretty little omega you were, so ready to breed.
Jake charged toward you, dropping your coat and slamming the door behind himself. He grabbed the collar of your shirt.
“Tell me no,” he demanded.
“I can’t,” you breathed, grabbing onto the lapel of his suit.
His mouth slammed onto yours with a heavy need, tongue invading your mouth in a desperate hunger. A rumble erupted through his chest as he ripped your shirt open with reckless abandon, buttons flying all over the room as the blouse was ruined.
“Bedroom,” he murmured against your mouth, “bed.”
You pointed in the direction of your room, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist so he could carry you, never letting your lips disconnect all the way to the bed. He dropped you onto the mattress, making quick work of his coat and starting to work on his white button-down. You fumbled with his belt, shaking hands struggling to get the buckle undone.
“Do your own, go, go,” he said, breathing so hard it sounded like he’d just run a marathon.
You started getting your pants off, removing your panties and bra in the process. In a matter of seconds you were two sweaty bodies connected at the mouth, moaning and grinding on each other messily.
“You’re so fucking wet, should we get a towel or–”
“Fuck me,” you rushed to say.
He plunged himself deep into your core without a second thought, forcing you to throw your head back from the sheer ecstasy of the moment. You moaned deeply, feeling Jake’s cock slamming into the deepest parts of your heat. His mouth was all over you, lips sucking and lapping at your skin like he meant to devour you. Your nails dug into the meat of his shoulders, sure to leave divots with how hard you gripped him.
“Fuck, you’re such a filthy little omega, such a nice cunt you’ve got,” he growled. “You did this, you did this to me. You feel how fucking hard I am? Feel how big my cock is right now?”
You nodded, whimpering with every slam of his hips, “yes, sir, yes!”
“Good, fucking good.”
You were panting, unable to catch your breath or find your mental bearings. It was a purely pleasure-filled fog permeating your mind. All you could smell was Jake’s pheromones in the room, his unadulterated hunger to fill you, to breed you. He slammed harder, the headboard of the bed rocked off the wall with every thrust. You gasped when he bit into your flesh and sucked the skin between his teeth.
“I bet you did this on purpose didn’t you? You wanted me to fill you up huh? Bet you couldn’t stop thinking about spending your heat being bred by me,” he hissed in your ear.
You couldn’t get a word out, your mind too fucked out to focus on anything much other than your breathing, and the way your body felt like it was electrified all over.
Jake could feel your cunt squeezing around him, your slick making a sticky mess between both your bodies as it continued spilling out of you. He’d never had such a desperate omega, such a pretty and needy little thing so ready to take every ounce of his spend. He pounded faster, feeling himself so close to his climax he could hardly stand it.
“You really think you can take everything I’ve got, querida? It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been with someone. And I’ve never fucked anyone as breedable as you,” he whispered, breath punching out of his lungs.
“Yes, I can, I can!” You held onto him tight, arching your hips to take him deeper.
Finally his hips stopped flush against yours. He groaned, hard cock throbbing inside you, cum gushing and filling your cunt until it was overflowing. You felt him knotting, pushing the engorged base of his girth into you and forcing a gasp to erupt from your chest.
“Oh f-fuck!” You shrieked.
“Stay still, oh for fuck’s sake stay still…”
You did as you were told, feeling your own orgasm tear through your body, your cunt contracting over his knotted dick in waves. You breathed heavily, holding onto him tight and kissing along his neck and jawline, doing your best to keep your body still. You’d been through a few heats, and always been able to get through it on your own, but now that you’d had an alpha, you didn’t know how you’d made it so long without one.
“That was incredible,” you whispered.
“It was a mistake,” he whispered. “Incredible though, yes, fucking incredible.”
He lay there on top of you, lazily kissing your sweat slick neck, adjusting your bodies to a more comfortable position on your sides to wait out his knot. Jake kissed your forehead, holding you close against his chest.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I promise I’m on suppressants I don’t understand…” you trailed off.
He chuckled, “are we a perfect match, little omega?”
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. It was the only thing that made any sense given the precautions you’d both taken to prevent this sort of situation from happening. You looked into his dark eyes, unable to tear yourself away. The feeling of his knot still throbbing inside you, and the bite he left on your neck made you feel more connected to him than anyone ever made you feel before.
You nodded and sighed contentedly, “a perfect match.”
summary || in which the reader is a manipulative bitch - and basil snaps because of it
a/n || this is really, really dark lowkey eek!! also i don't know if this is too late (it's still 2023 where i am) but this is my entry for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event! if you're into dark content, they're an s-tier pedro and oscar writer!
➵ warnings for specific content before the divider
➵ i never watched lightningface so if he's ooc excuse me, also, reader is very manipulative and lowkey a bad person too!!
➵ not proofread
➵ comment/message if you'd have a request
warnings || smut/dark (dddne)
➵ unwanted creampie and sex
➵ unprotected sex and cunnilingus
➵ spanking and slapping
➵ manipulation
➵ death threats and some pain play-ish stuff
➵ degradation/name calling
“tell me about it, right?” she giggles into the phone, feet propped up as she lays back on her couch, hearing some tinkering in the kitchen, “yeah, sorry about that, jas, that’s just - i’m getting my sink fixed right now.”
in the bathroom, basil hears that, and smiles a little to himself. she sounded appreciative, right? he’s helping make her life easier, which is what matters.
after a few more minutes, he’s done, and he sits back, sighing in relief. he sits back up, coming out and seeing her on the couch. god, is she gorgeous. her body stretches out, allowing a little glimmer of skin as her shirt rides up. she’s got a big grin on her face, talking to her friend, and she wants to just go over and press a sweet kiss to her lips.
“yeah, he was mental, i swear i’m still sore!” she jokes to her friend, and his face falls. ‘he’? who is ‘he’? basil swallows. it must just be a PT or something. yeah, that was it. after managing to convince himself, his smile returns. maybe she’d like a massage?
approaching her with that grin on his face, she looks up at him with an expectant raise of her brow, “just a second, jas.” she takes the phone away from her ear.
“done?” she points to her bathroom.
“yep!” he responds excitably, and she hums - not in appreciation, but in expectancy.
“good. thanks.” but it’s out of habit, “bye, basil” she forces a smile, shooing him off.
to him, it’s a wave, “yeah, see you! wanna - um, i was wondering if you maybe wanted me to order some food for you tonight? maybe we could eat together?” he suggests, and she has to resist a roll of her eyes.
“we’ll see.” she curtly dismisses him, and he nods, leaving and closing the door of her house, returning to his own just across the hall. returning to her phone call, she scoffs, “god, did you hear that?” her voice lowers - the walls are thin, “yeah, jas, he’s that neighbor i told you about. total loser, but he does whatever i want.” she giggles, “he thinks i’m gonna fuck him. whatever, that’s not my problem. can you imagine, he buys me food, he fixes my shit, i get him to vacuum sometimes. like my own little manservant.”
like her little dog.
basil was painfully in love with his neighbor. she was just so sweet, she paid him attention, and sometimes - when she was a little drunk or was sleepy, she’d lay against him, cuddling. the feeling of her thighs against his own, her breath on her chest, or the way her fingers teasingly toyed with the hem of his shirt - right above his cock.
maybe he didn’t have only holy intentions - yeah, maybe he did want to fuck her - but he’d never be greedy for more than what she gave him, not wanting to ruin their relationship.
and it paid off, that one night she had been wine drunk, and had invited him over, asking for only the cheap gift of thai food in return for her priceless company. as they sat back on her couch, watching tv as she ate and drank, there was a point where her hand had wandered - bored by the movie. her head laid on his chest, a leg hooked around his own, especially touchy because it was a cold night - and he was warm. as basil breathed in the smell of her perfume, he could imagine them to be dating or - if he could imagine a small glimmer on her finger - married. he held her around the waist softly, and she hadn’t yet pulled away, much to his joy.
her hand slowly trails over his chest and then his biceps, before sitting up a little, and pulling his head down to his. her lips find his, as she breathes into his mouth. it’s a lazy kiss, purely driven by the alcohol, and her need for warmth and contact.
his eyes widen in shock, but he wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste, pulling her closer and - while he let her lead the kiss - his fingers go to her hair, pulling it out of her face to kiss her better. she whimpers softly, arms wrapping around his neck, before finally pulling away. she hums in satisfaction, burying her face in his neck.
“goodnight.” she mumbles, promptly falling asleep on top of him. his head reels, but he’s on cloud 9.
“goodnight.” he kisses the top of her head, laying back as he also lets himself fall asleep.
they never spoke about it again.
she didn’t let herself get drunk with him anymore, and he cursed himself as to how to solve the issue. nonetheless, they still spent time together, and he would still do anything for her, but things were different.
but her mind was working differently. annoyingly, that kiss with basil was getting her disgustingly hot and bothered. this wasn’t the plan: she wasn’t planning to ever actually fuck him, lest she lose all the leverage she had been building by teasing him. that’s why she’d been so strict in not touching him for the next few weeks: reducing her temptation.
but it was getting too much. she spent far too much time with her hands between her thighs, thinking of him (but nothing close to how much he’d do the same for her), and she needed an out. but, she also had to make sure basil wouldn’t become confident, and stay out of line.
she had an idea.
she called him over that night. an ordinary thing to occur, but, when he joins her shortly after, his mouth falls open.
she’s in this gorgeous, deeply hued camisole that just does down to her hips, and as his eyes travel lower, the lacy panties she wears makes his breath catch. she has to bite her lip to stop the smirk that threatens to grace it.
“basil.” she murmurs her name, and he snaps out of it, finally looking up at her.
“what… are you doing?” he thickly swallows.
“you don’t like it?” she teases, and he immediately shakes his head fervently.
“no - no - you… you look…” he doesn’t know how to describe it, “beautiful.” perhaps a cliche - but he doesn’t use it in the standard way. she exactly embodies the word. for once, a genuine smile pulls at her lips. it makes her heart warm, and she almost feels bad for what she’s about to do.
almost.
she gestures him forward, and he stumbles due to the speed at which he tries to reach her. finally, once he does, she points to the couch.
“sit.” she orders, and he agrees, getting on the couch, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “you’re not very subtle, basil.” she murmurs, slowly sitting on his lap. his cheeks burn.
“s-sorry?”
“you know how hard it is when you wanna hang out with your good friend, and you know all he’s thinking about is fucking you?” her voice is vicious, and he swallows thickly.
“i’m sorry.” he whispers, looking into her eyes, an evident begging in them. he’s pleading that she’ll forgive him. her fingers go to gently weave through his hair.
“it’s hard… you know?” she says softly, playing the victim to a tee, “i thought that… maybe that’s the only thing you see when you look at me.” she admits - but it’s a complete lie.
“never, oh - oh my god.” the thought makes basil sick. she - she thinks he sees her as an object?! “i swear, i see you as so much more than that - yes, you’re fucking gorgeous, but you’re so much more than just your body!” he assures, but she pretends to already be hurt.
“you’re just saying that, you know i’ll give myself up to you with these sweet words and-” he says her name softly.
“don’t think like that, please, don’t think like that.” he begs, taking her hands, “how - how can i show you how much you mean to me. please, tell me, and i’ll do it.” he’s holding her hands so tenderly, he wants to lavish her in ways she’s never even thought of.
she goes quiet, and he’s dead terrified he’s lost her.
“i want you to forget any insecurity you may ever have, i want to make sure you never lift a finger, i want you to never yearn and to only be satisfied.” his voice is thin - needy. “i want to worship you.”
that’s what she needs to hear.
“you do?” she murmurs.
“i’m begging you to let me show you how much you mean to me.” there it is. she smirks.
“can i… suggest something?” she asks - in faux timidness.
“anything.” he assures her.
“maybe… so i feel the most… assured… if we have sex, can i take charge?” he blinks. it’s not much different than their current relationship, so he immediately agrees.
“of course, of course. that’s totally fine.” he assures, and she smiles.
“alright, good - that’s good. thank you, basil!” she chirps, and his heart warms.
“yeah, of course.”
but that’s when the switch occurs.
“get off the couch.” she orders, and he blinks, a little shocked by her flip from a shy tone to a commanding one, but he complies, standing up.
she takes his place, sitting on the couch, before looking at him expectantly, “on your knees, c’mon.” his cheeks heat, as his brow furrows curiously, falling to his knees. “you said you wanna worship me, right?” she smirks, when he nods, “take off my socks.” she orders, the woolly socks that he knew she wore as she was always cold felt itchy against his fingers, as he pulls them off. she hums happily, and raises a brow when he presses a kiss to each sole, “fuck, i knew you were freaky.”she giggles, letting him kiss her ankles, “how much have you thought about this?” a small whimper escapes his throat.
“a-ages.” he admits, and she smiles.
“okay, stop.” she commands, and he stops his mouthing of her feet, “come closer.” he places her calves over her shoulders, shuffling closer to her - and, as much as he tried to be respectable about it, his eyes fell onto the small breadth of her covered by her underwear. she held his forehead - almost brutishly - to deter him, “behave. did i say you could look at her?” she scolds him, and he bites his lip.
“no, i’m sorry.” smiling, she lets go of his head.
“what should i do with you now?” she whispers, and he looks at her thighs pleadingly.
“can i touch your thighs? can i feel you?” he begs, and she laughs.
“go on.” she assures, as she pets his hair. he really is like her little puppy.
kissing up her thighs, she inhales her scent, brain going into overload.
“oh - oh, please, let me taste you, please!” she begs, and she smirks. he was begging - just as she wanted.
“take my panties off.” she whispers, and he sighs in relief, as if a massive weight has been taken off his shoulders.
"oh - oh, thank you - thank you," he breathes out, inching closer to let his fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, pulling them past her thighs and down, off her ankles.
when she finally spreads her legs, his mouth waters as the pretty prize between them, biting his lip.
"can i taste you?" he wants to confirm it. his body's buzzing, he needs her so bad.
"how bad do you want it?" she goads, and he bites her tongue.
"i don't think i can explain it." he admits, and her cheeks warm. what a compliment.
"yes, you can taste me." lowering his head slowly to her cunt, he spreads her legs, holding onto her thighs that are draped over his shoulders tightly. goosebumps erupt over her flesh at the sensation of his breath on her skin.
"you're wet?" he asks excitedly, unbelieving that he can coax this reaction from her.
"I'm not exactly feeling patient, basil." she warns, and he swallows.
"yeah, okay." he licks up the length of her cunt, and her breath hitches, catching in her throat as she puts her hand over her mouth, gently biting a knuckle to disguise her moan. motivated by the action, he spreads her wider, licking experimentally and quickly, sucking softly and harshly, making sure to keep trying different things until one finally breaks her dam of willpower, and her back arches as she loudly moans into the otherwise empty apartment.
"oh my god-" she cries out, panting as her hand clutches his hair, pulling him closer into her weeping cunt, desperate for his continued ministrations, "use your fingers." she gasps out, and he immediately obliges, bringing a finger to her hole as he sucks at her clit. he slowly pushes it into her, and - per more whimpered instructions from her - he curls his finger inside her, making her thighs squeeze around his head,
"just like that, keep doing just that." she assures, looking at him with the closest thing to love that she feels for him - desperation and satisfaction, because good lord, is she close. but it can't end like this. she needs to make this last longer.
just as she feels herself on the precipice of her climax, she pulls his head away from her cunt - to both her and his chagrin.
"why?" he whines, simultaneously pulling out his fingers, as she struggles to catch her breath. using him to help herself up, she stands, looking down at him.
"get on the couch." she pants, and he does as he asks, "take your shirt off," the instruction continues, and his deft fingers - one still drenched in her slick - quickly unbutton the shirt, pulling it off his broad frame. she bites her lip, bending so that her fingers can reach his fly and jean button, swiftly undoing them.
"i'm gonna fuck you. and you're just gonna take whatever i give to you, understood?" he nods silently as he looks up at her, and she hums in satisfaction and she pulls down his trousers. seeing his eyes all blown out is a crazy power trip, and it all becomes better as she straddles him. palming his hard cock through his boxers, she notices the way he twitches and how his moans gargle in his throat, all while he desperately bucks until her hips. "keep your hands behind your back." she instructs, and he nods, a whimper bubbling up to his tongue. after his hands are securely behind his back, she sighs happily. truly, she could do anything to him now, and he'd just take it. she wanted to know how much he could handle.
she started by fishing out his - inexplicably impressive cock. it was almost comical - how little sex appeal he oozed while hiding this weapon away from the rest of the world.
then, she simply ghosted her fingers over his tip, owning to a few stuttered bucks of his hips. she returned each of those with a scolding smack on any skin she could find - usually, his chest.
she slowly raised to her knees, lining him up with her entrance as she looks down at him, "don't move without permission." she whispers, and a strangled groan releases from him, making her laugh. finally, though, when he agrees, she sinks down on him, moaning out behind her hand as he does the same - though without the muffle and rather unashamedly.
she doesn’t move for a moment, and he waits.
another moment, and he waits.
another, and he’s done. he starts thrusting up, wanting the both of them to chase their pleasure, and her eyes widen, as she slaps his cheek. stunned, his movements immediately stop.
he dared to go against her word?
she hated that he undermined the power she held over him. pulling at his hair, her eyes blow out in anger.
“who the fuck do you think you are?” she hisses, and he winces.
“i’m sorry-” he tries, but she slaps him again.
“you think we’re equals? you can just pull that shit?” he wonders where all this anger is coming from, almost fearful. she doesn’t want to admit that her rage stems from the fact that she liked the sensation of his thrusts - enough to almost just… let him continue, even against her orders. she can’t lose that power she has on him, “you wanna know how little you really fucking matter?” she growls, grabbing her phone, and thrusting it in his face.
still disoriented, he swallows as he looks at what she’s showing him - a chain of texts. about him. they’re from her, to her friends, all mocking and making fun of him.
his heart, quite literally, shatters. he had thought this entire time, that - though they may be little more than friends - she at least liked his company, liked hanging out with him, appreciated him. but now, to read her stating how annoying and clingy he is, how she hated hanging out with him, but accepted it whenever he came with some gift or food, how she had used him, a heartbreak made his blood pump harshly in his ears. but when he glances at her smug smile behind the phone, it’s not just heartbreak. it’s rage.
“is this real?” he whispers, voice so low she can barely hear him.
“aww, poor puppy, thought i was - what? in love with you?” she mocks, knowing he won’t do a thing in retaliation.
that’s where she’s wrong.
trembling in rage, he grabs her phone, throwing it ferociously onto the floor, breaking it immediately. her eyes widen in shock, but before she can shout at him, his hands wrap around her throat, choking her with such a rage - she’s worried he might break her windpipe.
she claws at his hands, as he pulls her off of him, and slams her, face first, into the couch. her eyes well as she feels her nose smash into it, pained to hell as she cries out, trying to clutch it, but it’s of no help, as he’s already sinking back into her tight, wet, and suddenly rejecting cunt. but his pulling cock gets past the resistance bottoming out with a gurgled sigh of satisfaction. his hands go back to her throat, with a softer hold, as he wants to feel her pulse under his fingers. tearfully, she looks back at him in terror.
“basil, what are you-” he slaps her ass so hard, she wonders if his palm took her flesh with it. crying out, she sobs, giving up entirely, as she looks away, still clutching her nose.
“shut the fuck up, bitch.” he hisses harshly, voice and cadence not only deadly - but lethal, as his fingers flex experimentally on her throat. pulling her up so her back is pressed against his chest, and his other hand palms her tits, something he’d been wishing to do so long. but in his fantasies - he’s delicate, not so much anymore, as he roughly tweaks and pinches and grips her nipples.
then again, she’s a different woman than what he’d imagined as well.
this time, he’s not slow in his thrusts, he’s harsh and mean, thrusting in and out of her cunt to the sweet melody of her cries and sobs, muffled by the hand clutching her now bleeding nose. his moans are loud and gruff in her ear, causing an overlord of her senses, and she’s terrified.
“i should fucking kill you.” he hisses, and she whimpers, sobbing harder, “but you’re too good - of - a - fuck!” he punctuates every word with a thrust, but his voice sounds almost sweet and reassuring - only able to be distinguished as a facade due to the undertone of a growl behind every word.
“i’m sorry, please-” she begs, but he slaps her ass again, thrusting deeper, as he hits her cervix with each thrust, making her cry out in pain.
“did i say you could speak?” he hisses. she shakes her head, terrified, and shutting up. he’s getting close. unfortunately, she is too, “calling me a fucking puppy, saying you’re my fucking master - whose cunt’s the one squeezing my cock, huh? who’s the one begging - for - my - mercy?” he growls, once again, thrusting to each word, and she cums around him - a strange mix of the pain on her nose and ass, her restricted ability to breathe, and his sharp, filling thrusts are the perfect mix for her to reach climax, jolting and twitching as her cunt grips his cock, and her core tightens.
he holds her up even as she slumps in exhaustion, pulling her back by her hair to see her face as he tells her,
“i’m gonna cum in you.” he whispers, kissing her cheek tenderly. her eyes widen.
“no - no, please don’t - please, i’m not on birth control-” she begs, but he bites her earlobe to quieten her.
“shut the fuck up. you’re gonna be my cumdump. say that you understand.” he whispers, and she swallows.
“i - wait, please-” he slaps her again, and she squeaks, “yes, yes - i understand! i’ll be your cumdump!” he growls in satisfaction, finally releasing her and letting her fall forward onto the couch, as he grips her hips pulling her ass to him as he cums inside her, moaning loudly in relief.
there’s a few beats of silence, and afterwards, he looks down at her with a snarl. he’s disgusted, and pulls away - not by his actions, but that he hadn’t lived up to his expectations. she was an evil, and he was a vigilante. that - the cum dripping down her thighs, her perhaps broken nose, her whimpers and cries - that was revenge. it was necessary.
after cleaning up and getting ready, he looks back at her. she’s sitting up, curled into herself as she was turned away, crying into her palms.
she looked like a puppy - scolded for bad behaviors. and in many ways, she was.
You were pushed onto the ground by the different Miguels, you couldn't even fight back, still confused and dazed from what was happening.
"Welcome home, mi amor," Origin! Miguel said softly, a crazed look in his eyes as his fingers tracing lightly over your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "We missed you, and we'll make sure you never leave us again."
Your eyes widened as you felt their hands running up and down your body. Your body begins to flush and your eyes water as you try to stop them,
“W-wait guys stop…”
Your body still sensitive from being newly resurrected, and your mind trying to comprehend what’s happening.
You whimper as Miguel's fingers lightly trail over your sensitive skin, his touch brings you an unspeakable pleasure.
The other Miguels surrounded you, their hands clawing and tugging at your clothes, their fingers desperate to touch every inch of your skin.
You try to push them away, but the heat radiating from each of them seems to melt you from the inside. You want to fight back, but the familiarity of their touch, the intensity of their desires hold you prisoner to their love.
It felt like you were drowning in their love, their lust, and their anger.
“I-i will die…” you cried out terrified at what was about to happen,
Triggered by your comment Miguel grabbed your face pulling you up toward him, his eyes filled with rage, lust, and fear as he snarled out,
“You won't die, mi vida. We will fuck you until you can't remember your name or walk. Until you're drunk on our cock and can't do anything but have our cum dripping out of your tight little cunt. You will fucking live and be ours. You are mine, mi vida!”
You should be scared, you should be terrified.
But you love them.
Every single incarnation you have loved them.
Even though you were trapped and they are forcing themselves on you, you still love them.
“Are you okay, Miguel?” You asked quietly,
Miguel looks up at you, his eyes filled with pain, before being replaced with hatred again,
“You left us, mi vida… YOU LEFT ME ALONE!!!”
Origin! Miguel nipped your arm, his hand stroking your back gently a sharp contrast to his voice, dripping with malice,
“You made me forget you, (Y/N)…there weren't even memories that I could use to hold onto you, (Y/N)….”
Hybrid! Miguel wrapped his tail around your waist and nuzzled into your neck,
“What we’re going to do to you is nothing compared to the pain we went through, doctor…”
“Those mortals were nothing compared to you, mi diosa…”
“You are mine. I marked you, little hero, how could you leave?”
“You left us!”
Over and over again they repeated your broken promises, the promise of forever that were broken.
Their bodies tremble as they voice their pain, they need your love, your affection.
“Tell me little hero, how many cocks do you think your body can take? Because we're all gonna have our fun with you.”
Origin! Miguel pulled you into his arms when he saw how terrified you were at the prospect,
“When we’re done with you, you won’t be able to move…..You won’t be able to walk, you won’t even be able to think…. But we will be here for you, keeping you safe….”
You shook your head and desperately reached out your hand for Miguel,
“It won't fit… All of you won't fit inside me…”
Hybrid! Miguel grabbed your hand and bit down drawing blood,
“Don’t try looking at him for help, he was the one that orchestrated this.” His voice dripping with jealousy at the aspect that you trust someone more than him,
“We will be gentle,” God! Miguel mumbled as he kissed the side of your neck,
“Doubt it, I want to break her as fast as I can.”
You look up at them your eyes watery trying your best to win some mercy from them, but Miguel just looks at the other before saying,
“Prep them a little with your fingers or tongue before doing anything. We don't want to break her…yet”
Villain! Miguel rolled his eyes and said,
“They’re a wet little thing, they’re practically dripping wet by this point.”
But Villain! Miguel lets go of you and gets ready to prep you for the rest of the night as you tremble in fear.
You let out a loud groan as Miguel pulled you into a rough kiss, his hand wrapping tightly around your neck choking you as he shoved his tongue down your throat.
Hybrid! Miguel grinned as he watched your eyes tear up from the kiss, tracing his tongue across your skin and biting at your shoulder.
The hybrid took his time, his tongue rough as he dragged it across your sensitive skin, causing you to whimper and writhe beneath them.
After all those years apart, that line between love and obsession is so deliciously blurred.
As he bit into your shoulder, the other Miguels didn’t waste their time.
God! Miguel fingers reached between your legs, feeling the dampness that seeped between your thighs.
You moan pitifully into the kiss, every muscle tightening as you try to hide your arousal.
Before you could fully drown in his kiss, there was a sudden sharp pain in your thigh. Villain! Miguel bit your thigh as he pulled your leg apart so God! Miguel could better push his fingers into you.
Your body arched, clenching onto his fingers and you tried to push them away, but your hand was grabbed by Origin! Miguel who wrapped his tongue around your fingers.
You panted as Miguel let go of you, your face red and sticking out your tongue to breathe as your body trembled with pleasure.
“S-stop….” every single part of your body seems to be licked or bitten by one Miguels or another,
“Relax, mi diosa… if we don't stretch you out a little you won't be able to take all of us…” God! Miguel purred as he curled his fingers deep inside you, drawing out an painful orgasm from you,
You let out a loud whine and your body arched upward, but Miguel pushed your body down forcefully. He wrapped his hand around your breast, kneading it roughly and swirling his tongue around your nipple.
Hybrid! Miguel grin as he watches your body clenched around God! Miguel fingers, the carpet under you wet with your juice and sweat.
“Just let us fuck you stupid, doctor” Hybrid! Miguel lick up your stomach, placing kisses on your stomach as he slipped his hand into your wet cunt, thrusting his fingers inside you with God! Miguel finger, “…you owe it to us for leaving us after all…”
“T-too much…” you cried out struggling to get away,
“I don't care if it’s too much, I want your mouth on my cock. I want to see how far your throat can stretch around me.” Villain! Miguel murmured into your ears as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, “How much of my cock do you think your pretty little mouth can take, little hero?”
You couldn't answer only gagging around his fingers as you felt your body being stretched as the Hybrid! Miguel pulled his fingers out of you so God! Miguel could slip his tongue inside your wet fold.
“It feels good, doesn't it? Don't worry we’re just warming you up, we’ll get you ready for the real thing…”
For the next hour, you were reduced to a babbling leaking mess as they competed with each other to see who can get you to cum the most.
There wasn't a single part of your body that wasn't kissed, licked, touched, or bitten in some way as they used your body to its contents.
Your chest and ass were littered with scars from their claws. Your cunt was stretched and overstimulated as they each took turns eating your out. By the time they were done prepping you, you were overstimulated to the point you couldn’t even think and begged for them to stop.
“Look at you, reduced to a whimpering mess, mi amor,” Origin! Miguel said as he reached over and pushed your leg apart exposing your wet cunt further to the rest of the Miguels,
They looked at each other, a dark look passing over their eyes as a silent agreement was made.
Origin! Miguel picked you up slightly and turned you around so you were now straddling him. Your body trembled in fear as you felt what was about to happen.
Twisting your head to the side Villain! Miguel looked into your dazed eyes and said,
“I told you I will see how much of my cock your mouth can take~” before grabbing your head and shoving his cock into your mouth,
You gagged almost immediately as his cock hit the back of your throat, tears falling from your eyes, Origin! Miguel looked up with a slight frown,
“Let her adjust a little…” reverting to your caring best friend for a split second as he watches your pitiful form,
Villain! Miguel let out a crazy laugh still forcing his cock down your throat as he said, “Like hell I will, their mouth is so tight and warm it's like they’re made for this…” he looked at Miguel and Origin! Miguel for a second before continuing, “…if I remember right you guys are the only one who haven't fucked her before, right? Spoiler, their body is made to be fuck and destroyed~”
His voice dripped with contempt as he said that.
None of them were happy with sharing you, having only resorted to this because they have to and it's showing.
Villain! Miguel’s words enraged the rest of the Miguels and they all looked like they were going to punch him.
Miguel glared at him coldly, his protectiveness over you showing through the hate, “They’re not a toy for you to abuse, we can use them like one but we're not going to treat them like one.”
Origin! Miguel rubbed your back soothingly trying to comfort you,
“At least they love us, unlike someone who never even got a promise before they died.”
That comment hit a sore spot and Villain! Miguel immediately pulled out of your mouth allowing you to breathe before attempting to attack Origin! Miguel,
“I killed all the villains so I can have her to myself, I don't mind killing you too…” he hissed as he was held back by Hybrid! Miguel,
God! Miguel looked down at you as you wrapped your hand around your neck coughing and your eyes teary, before kneeling down and wiping away the saliva from your chin,
“Mi Diosa, you left me…” his voice gentle, bringing you back memories of how he used to protect you against all harm,
“I'm sorry…you guys were more important to me than myself…” you said quietly your voice hoarse,
Miguel hears your voice and turns to you with a cold anger in his eyes. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it felt like to watch you die. To not be able to do anything as I watch you disappear in front of me, (Y/N). I would rather die with you than live alone.”
As he said that a heavy silence fell in the room. Villain! Miguel stopped struggling against Hybrid! Miguel as he watched you, his eyes filled with anger and desperation. Origin! Miguel wrapped his arm around you tightly pushing you into his chest, you felt something wet falling onto your shoulder.
“A decade, (Y/N). A decade of my life missing. Then another decade and a half spent wondering why there is a hole in my heart, desperately searching for a person no one remembers…” Origin! Miguel bit into your neck, “…how could you be so cruel, mi amor…”
“I’m sor- gah!” you started apologizing before your body froze and you felt him shoving his cock into your tight cunt,
Origin! Miguel eyes seemed to glow red as he bit into your neck drinking your blood as he mumbled,
“…this is your punishment for leaving me…”
The rest of the Miguels seemed a little concerned over Origin! Miguel's sudden aggression as he brutally fucked into you. Except for Miguel who simply got behind you and started slowly pushing his cock into your ass.
“F-fuck! I-it hurts stop please!” You cried out desperately your body rigid with pain as you felt both of your entrances being stretched open, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, gasling in pain as they thrust into you,
“Are you sure we’re the violent ones?” Villain! Miguel asked as he watched the scene unfold in front of him,
Before he shrugged and then walked toward you tilting your head up again, your face wet with tears.
“I will be gentle this time, little hero…” Opening your mouth again he shoved his cock down your throat, groaning as he felt your throat tighten around him, your whimper sending vibrations up his cock,
God! Miguel and Hybrid! Miguel looked at each other before each grabbing one of your hands and wrapped it around their cock using your hand to satisfy themselves as they waited for their turn.
Your body flushed as you felt their hand wrapping around your breast kneading them roughly, your hand barely able to wrap around their large cock as they used your hand to satisfy them.
Origin! Miguel gripped your waist tightly as he ram into your tight cunt swearing as he fucked into you ignoring how much pain you were in,
“Such a tight little cunt for me we’re not letting you go (Y/N) not until we have our fill of you and break you down till you're begging us to fill you over and over again…”
Villain! Miguel hissed as he felt your throat tighten around him, using his hand he choke you feeling his cock through your throat before saying,
“..someone’s a little excited.”
Miguel splayed his hand over your stomach and pushed down on the cock bulge and with a muffled scream you cum onto Origin! Miguel cock.
“So fucking sensitive…” Miguel groaned as he felt your body wrapping tightly around his cock,
“We’re going to stuff you full of our cum until you can never walk again. Until you will never think of sacrificing yourself ever again…”
It didn't take long for you to completely lose track of whos fucking you and who’s using what part of your body. All you can tell is you’re being filled over and over again.
Your stomach was filled with cum and more is dripping out of you before being stuffed back into you. Yet there was still more that coated your body.
Your throat was raw and both of your entrances were swollen and puffy as they pounded into you.
One of your legs is hooked onto someone's shoulder while the other one is in someone else's hand. Your body was bent to the extreme so they can use your body to the max.
Someone kissed you exploring your mouth, while someone nibbled on your chest. Sucking your nipple roughly as though they expected you to lactate if they suck on it hard enough.
They were pulling you down into the abyss of their dark twisted love…
You cried out dazedly as they kept pounding into you deeper and deeper, your body was being overwhelmed. But they weren't stopping, at least, not yet…
One of them pulled you close and kissed the tears off your face…
“Oh, my little hero…You’re so adorable when you beg…”
He let out a soft chuckle and looked at you, whispering darkly
“I think I might just keep going…”
“Remember how I promised I would never hurt you? It seems I can’t keep every promise I make…”
"I won't stop mi amor…. You hurt me. You promised you'd be with me, you promised me forever.”
“You have always wondered what my claws can do, haven't you? Well, it's time for you to find out…” Your body convulsed as you felt him clawing at your inside,
He ignores your begging as he watches you sob and struggle against him.
“Stop crying so much doctor,” he chuckles before whispering to you. “The louder you cry, the more excited I get.”
Your leg spasms as you feel his knot inflating inside you, plugging you up.
“Oh, mi diosa... Oh, how much I've missed you,” he whispered in a low and sultry tone, his voice dripping with lust.
“How long I've wanted to possess you, body and soul again…”
“Fuck your so tight… it's like you don't want me to pull out, Doctor…”
The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin, grunting, and whimpering as they used you.
They will do anything to keep you with them.
And if it means fucking you till you won't ever consider leaving them again, so be it…
You were glad the concrete walls of the isolation rooms were thick and mostly soundproof. The thin pillow you were holding onto wasn’t enough to muffle your sounds, and the weak metal bed was creaking with every movement, the head of it hitting the wall with a loud clinking sound every time Blue pushed into you.
“Nuh– no, let everyone hear how much of a slut you are” he grunted as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back as he gripped the pillow, snatching it from you and throwing it across the small room. “Fucking brat, always against the rules, always fighting to take medication, but not fighting when I want to stick my dick in your little cunt” he hissed through gritted teeth, hips snapping more forcefully against your rear to make his point. “You drive me crazy”
You had never meant it to go this way, at least not for real. You had fantasized about this, yes, but your hatred for the man always brought your feet back down on earth.
You couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy this, but you also couldn’t admit you enjoyed it. Not even to yourself.
The way you had immediately felt arousal run through your veins when he threw you onto the bed and ripped off your underwear made you feel downright ashamed; you were conflicted considering how much you actually wanted this.
You despised how good it felt having him pound into you, you hated how your back arched to feel him deeper as his hands went back to your hips, gripping them so tight you were almost sure you would have the shape of his hands bruised onto them.
“You f-” a sharp breath caught in your throat when he hit just in the right spot, your hands gripping on the bedding, your knuckles turning white. “You fucking asshole, you’re gonna lose your job for doing this–” you wailed, an uncharming groan leaving your mouth, nothing left to muffle it now that your pillow is on the floor, across the room.
“That’s not gonna happen, you’re enjoying yourself too much to let anyone know about this” he chuckled, wildly thrusting his cock into your aching cunt, repeatedly driving into the mind numbing spot inside you. “You would be so sad if I weren’t here to take care of that tight pussy of yours again” he continued, mumbling a curse under his breath when you clenched around him at the thought of him taking you again, bringing him closer at the same time.
He started to snap his hips faster if it was even possible, the sharp sounds of skin on skin and moans resonating through the cell.
"B-Blue" you hissed, your voice rough and hoarse; you wanted to insult him, spit out the worst things at his face, but the breath was knocked out of your lungs and you could barely form a coherent thought, so you knew you couldn't count on your mouth to throw something intelligible.
A muffled gasp left your mouth when he pushed your face down onto the mattress, his hand forcing at the back of your skull and holding you there, and an incoherent mess of words left your mouth as you started to clamp around him as you reached your peak, pushing him over the edge too.
He grunted loudly, panting heavily as he twitched and emptied himself inside of you and you groaned at the feeling; you weren't expecting him to finish inside of you, but at the same time, you never expected him to fuck you when he sent you to isolation for refusing to take your medicine either.
The motion of his hips progressively slowed down as he came down from his high, letting go of his tight hold on the back of your head, allowing you to try to catch your breath.
He sighed as he eased himself out of you, and you quickly heard the sound of his fly.
"You’re gonna get an extra pill tomorrow" he declared as he delivered a harsh smack to your sore ass, drawing a shuddery startled yelp from you.
He licked his lips, watching his cum starting to leak out of you as he readjusted his clothes as if nothing even happened.
"One you're gonna want to take."
Your numb body surrendered and fell down onto the bed, looking over at him as he picked up your torn up underwear from the floor and shoved the piece of cloth in his pocket before leaving your cell, not even looking back at you.
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Summary: kinktober day 18, Masturbation and Dacryphilia
Rating: 18+
Warnings/content: male masturbation, dacryphilia, Sub!Cecil and Dom!reader, praise, cock ring, mocking/degrading, "puppy" as a nickname, "Ma'am" title, stripping, teasing, hair tugging, edging, crotch sniffing?? Idek, hookup type situation, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).
Word count: 1,296
Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.
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You hate how well Cecil has perfected his puppy dog eyes, because they always work on you. His big brown eyes soften and his eyebrows pull into an almost pained expression anytime he wants to get his way. He's even started adding a pout to his expression, one that just makes you want to grab his stupid blushing face and kiss him till you're both begging for air.
As he looks up at you now with that same expression, you find it hard to repeat the words you'd sneered just seconds earlier.
"Touch yourself." You finally say, though with a lot less conviction than before.
The man whines at his failed plan, palm pressing against his crotch seemingly in protest. "I ain't even done anything wrong though!"
Your lip curls a little at his brattiness. "I know you haven't," you lean down to him, face close to his, "but I wanna watch you fuck your hand, that alright with you?"
Cecil lets out a soft groan and then nods, giving up the bratiness just as quickly as he'd displayed it. He looks down at his crotch and starts undoing his tattered jeans, hands shaking a little with excitement and pulling out his cock for you to see in full glory.
You'd convinced him to put on that cock ring you'd purchased for him under the guise it'd make his orgasm feel better, but really you just wanted him to last more than 3 fucking minutes.
His tip weeps precum while the base of his cock twitches, making the whole length bob before he shakily wraps his hand around himself and spreads the precum messily over the shaft with a soft sigh.
You lick your lips almost instinctively while you watch him, eyes dragging over his body and observing the way he's already drawn in on himself just from some simple touches; maybe he likes being watched, or maybe he's just always like this when he jacks off, that wouldn't surprise you.
"Good boy." The praise just comes from you automatically now, given positive reinforcement by the way his cock twitches and he moans. "Go on, carry on baby, lemme see you touch yourself like you do when you're alone."
"I–I can't, I need something to use, y'know? Like a porn mag or… you." His bottom lip sticks out.
That makes your tummy flutter. You give him a sheepish eye before placing yourself on the bed opposite him, your crotch directly in his eyeline from his position kneeling on the floor. Slowly, your hands reach down to the hem of your shirt and you pull it over your head, throwing it in his direction so it lands over his head.
The man scrambles to pull it from his face as his hand already starts moving on himself, long and slow strokes that remind you of the way he fucks you at first. "Yeah, i love that body…" His tongue hangs from his mouth, which is usually something you'd find a turn-off if it was anyone else, but admittedly it's endearing from the slightly odd man.
A smile spreads across your lips and you run your hands over your body and sides to tease him, lingering on some of the marks he'd left you with days ago. "And you love fucking marking it too." You scowl at him, though it's more playful than mean, just wanting to tease him for how excited he gets over you. Leisurely you bring your fingers further and further up till you reach your nipples to take them between your fingers and play with them, letting out soft moans and rocking your hips as you do when he touches you like this.
A pant comes from the other's lips as his eyes struggle to focus on your fingers teasing your pebbled nerves.
"Can I not even touch them? This seems super unfair." He frowns and leans forward.
You place your foot on his thigh to push him back, making a pathetic whine explode from the frustrated man and his hand work faster on himself.
"No, stay there, puppy."
Another moan erupts from him, and usually that'd be enough to make him dismally cum, but as his hips buck wildly he finds himself chasing an orgasm that's just out of reach. "Fuck! It's this stupid ring, you put some kinda witchy magic on it."
"Nah, it's just basic biology, my love. Now, you gonna play nice or not?" You ask sternly.
He whines, cock throbbing again. "Yeah yeah, ok, Ma'am."
Sitting back on his heels in defeat, he thrusts into his hand once again, though this time he feels more sensitive and it makes his eyes roll back briefly.
"Good boy." Your smile returns and you continue to undress yourself, this time lifting your hips to pull your jeans off in one smooth motion and opening your legs to him.
Cecil lurches forward eagerly despite your warnings, but before you can object he's burying his face between your thighs to take in your scent. It makes you clamp your legs shut around his head and a moan rumble in your chest; why is his neediness so attractive to you? It'd be kinda weird if it was anyone else, but when it's him it's almost expected.
You can hear him panting between your legs and you quickly open them again to let him breath, apologising briefly to which he shakes his head.
"Love being between your thighs, even if I can't fucking breathe, just feels so nice..." he whimpers out, hips now furiously fucking his fist and trying to meet some kind of end to the intense pleasure burning in his stomach. A wail reverberates through your skin and you notice him angrily press his face to your thigh, biting the skin softly.
As much as you love that, you can't have him being a brat again.
You grab a fistful of his hair and tug his head back, a strangled sob bursting from his lips at the surprise, his shaking hand teasing his tip in an attempt to make himself cum.
"Don't be a brat. Maybe if you could last 2 fucking minutes you wouldn't have to wear that thing."
Another moan comes from his chest, and you notice him rubbing himself faster, despite the tears welling in his eyes.
You smirk; your precious crybaby loves a bit of degrading.
"You're lucky you know how to use that stupid mouth, otherwise I would've gotten rid of you a long time ago, slut."
His jaw hangs open and his chest heaves with pants and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut and making pleasured tears roll down his face till he can taste the saltiness on his tongue.
"I love it when you cry, pretty boy, makes me wanna tease you over and over till you're just a mess on the floor—" you lean forward and lick a strip up his face to catch the tears.
Finally he's coming over his hand with loud moans and choked out noises, cum spilling from his tip like a fucking fountain as he fists every last drop he has out of himself, only whimpers and shakes left.
You release the grip you had in his hair and cup his face instead to kiss his nose, meeting his gaze with a big smile as he calms down from ultimately the best orgasm he's ever had.
"You good, love?" You check, pushing the curls sticking to his forehead out of the way so you can kiss it.
Cecil nods tiredly and presses his face into your touch. "Yeah, I'm good."
The smile stays on your lips as you stroke his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles.
Summary. The only space in the car is on your best friend's lap.
Kinktober masterlist.
Dragging Marc out of his apartment was undoubtedly always an odyssey for anyone who tried it. Fortunately, you had a little something hidden in your pocket called 'the best friend privilege' that always resulted in him fulfilling your whims.
That, and the slight feeling of jealousy that invaded him when you spent time with friends who weren't him.
It was a good day for both of you, after all, no matter how big the group of people you went out with was, it was as if you were always in your little world, just him and you. Chatting alone, walking behind the others, and always taking a few minutes to take photos at your request.
In the end, the rest of your acquaintances had already gotten used to it, and as distant as you might seem, they still loved and included you two. So it was no surprise to either of you that after lunch, the arcade, and the movies, they were relentlessly urged to take you back to one of your apartments.
"There's no way we'll all fit in your car." Six people in a car meant for five. You leaned a little after saying it, your eyes calculating the space in the back seat.
"Sit on Marc." The owner of the car shrugged as he jingled the keys in his hand, waiting for a response. It was a lost battle; both he, Marc, you, and the other ones knew that there was no way out other than simply accepting the offer.
"I'm not sure how safe that is." You hummed, pursing your lips before turning to Marc. "What do you think?"
He shrugged too.
"It's a short ride from here to my apartment."
You sighed; if he was convinced, it meant you were being the difficult one.
In a matter of minutes, everyone was squeezed into the car, you on top of Marc, the others having to shrink their bodies to avoid invading each other's space.
"Sit properly," he murmured, irritated by the way you were sitting almost on his knees to avoid bothering him. Because yes, both of you were basically inseparable, but Marc was a bit of a cat when it came to his relationships – sometimes he wanted physical contact, sometimes he wanted to push you into another room so that he could have some space.
He slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body until your back was leaning against his chest. Of course he didn't think through his actions and the consequences they could bring, or at least that's what he realized when the car passed its first stop and he felt you jump on his lap.
He gasped, low enough that you wouldn't hear it.
“Did you have a good time today?” You whispered as your fingers softly caressed his forearm until you reached the only bracelet Marc wore on his wrist. A gift from you.
He only could hope that you wouldn't see how the hairs on his arm stood up at how delicate your fingers were, causing chills to run down his entire spine.
“Mhm.” It was hard to concentrate with your ass pressed against him like that.
The music in the car wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but it was loud enough to cover your conversation as well as any curses that left Marc's lips. Next to him, one of his friends was dozing, the other was scrolling on her phone lazily.
Marc pretended to settle into place and mentally prayed that you wouldn't feel something between his legs starting to wake up, right against the inside of your thighs.
Was it necessary for you to wear that sundress specifically today?
Another small bump in the road and it was enough for Marc's cock to completely harden while you looked out the window and continued making those imaginary drawings on his arm. Of course you felt it, but there wasn't much you could do about it, especially with the way he held you to his body with his arm.
“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless as you shifted in your spot, returning to sit on his hip after the movement of the road caused you to slide down a few inches.
You could feel his hardness pressing between your legs, at one point the clothes being the only thing stopping him from fucking you mercilessly until your legs wouldn't work. His arm tightened around you and you swore the air was escaping your lungs, not knowing exactly if it was because of the way he was crushing you against him or because you could already feel your underwear becoming damp, a heat that you recognized perfectly in your lower abdomen and between your legs.
He pushed your entire body down with his arm, seeking to satisfy himself with that same friction that the pressure of your body gave him, until, of course, that was no longer enough. He pushed his hips up, a discreet movement, somehow, but you could feel it perfectly.
The fact that you weren't facing him gave you the chance to bite your lower lip and silence any noise that Marc tried to snatch from your throat with his actions.
The second push was less discreet, more desperate. He buried himself between your legs as if he wanted to tear both of your clothes and dig into you once and for all.
“Are they ever going to fix these damn streets?” The boy mumbled from the driver's seat. Small cement bumps provoked the car to make an almost vibrating movement for just a few seconds.
Marc almost fainted.
You knew it was too much for him when his forehead rested against your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek and making you smile with how agitated you both were. You raised the hand that was on his arm to stroke his hair, pushing a few strands away from his forehead.
That would be the perfect position for both of you, or at least that's what he thought. Plunging into you to the hilt, your walls milking him as he listened to you moan his name loudly, with you pulling his hair and moving your hips to your liking, maybe he'd even let you keep that beautiful dress on, just lifting it up and moving your panties just a little to the side.
But for now, he'd have to settle for this. For the playful way you pulled at his curls as if it would bother him.
On the contrary, he almost made his lip bleed by having to silence the groan that was stuck in his throat. At this point your juices were wetting his pants and that was what gave him the clue that maybe this wasn't bothering you much.
Or nothing at all, he himself could feel you putting pressure on his erection as you pushed your ass down. As well as the way you spread your legs almost imperceptibly to let him settle between your thighs.
“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He whispered right in your ear, and you swallowed hard.
His left hand, which was between the car door and your body, slid under your dress, where he squeezed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin. You looked to the opposite side to verify that neither of the two guys had their attention on you and without looking away you moved your hips slowly.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
By the fourth movement you felt Marc's arm tighten around your waist to keep you still, he scratched your thigh, you could feel it. He let the air out of his lungs in a sigh of relief.
You felt the warm liquid against your skin making his jeans wetter and stickier.
“Was it left or right on this corner?”
"Left." Marc stammered, his voice slightly breaking as his forehead remained on your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest moved your entire body now that you were comfortably leaning against it.
You chuckled.
A few more seconds of silence and you trying to ignore the way Marc's body shook as the car went over a couple more bumps.
His poor cock was too sensitive and he was getting over stimulated.
"See?"
You and Marc looked back at him in the rearview mirror. You smiled, he didn't.
“It wasn't that much of a problem.” He unlocked the car from the driver's seat. “You have to learn to accept favors.”
“Well, tell that to Marc.” You cleared your throat as you opened the car door. “He had to carry me all the way, he must be exhausted.”
He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.
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TW: Somnophilia, dubcon but in my head they have a 'free use' thing going on
MDNI 18+ NSFW under the break
Price parked his car on the driveway and glanced at the clock as he turned the engine off, it was gone 2 in the morning. He looked up and the house was in darkness, not a sound coming from the open fields around him, even the wildlife seemed fast asleep. With years of practice he quietly carried his bags into the house, securing the door and its many locks behind him, and after months away he finally got to take in a deep lungful of home...
His eyes were used to working in dark, so he made his way through the darkened house easily, moving around familiar obstacles on the way to the most precious thing in the house. You.
As Price pushed the bedroom door open, his heart leapt in his chest when he saw your blanket covered form picked out by the faint light from the bathroom. He chuckled, you hated the dark when he wasn't here, and he'd called you a frightened child for it more than once, earning a swift punch in the arm from you and a glorious pout on your face which he always kissed away.
He moved towards the bed, kneeling down beside it on creaking joints, and tilted his head to look at you as you slept soundly. His heart pounded as he looked at your soft features, relaxed and smooth. Perfect. Gently he slipped his hand under the covers and placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the warmth of you seeping into his skin. You moaned as he touched you, turning towards him, seeking him out in your sleep.
The sound undid his self control and his hand wandered, moving to your hip and gently squeezing through your nightgown, soft and pliable flesh under his palm. His heart pounded in his ears, and heat built in his groin after months of separation from you. He hadn't called to let you know he was coming home, he didn't want to keep you up waiting for him, now he regretted that decision as you were right here in front of him and he wanted... needed you.
Price bit the inside of his mouth, worrying at the skin as he fought with himself. His cock hardened when you made another soft sound, and his squeezed his eyes shut drawing in a breath, before pushing the covers back revealing your slumbering body in its short nightgown. His hand brushed at the skin of your soft thighs, which shifted and fell apart without hesitation.
Fuck it...
As quietly as possible, Price shed his clothes down to his boxers and climb onto the bed between your legs. He hooked his arms under your thighs, pressing his face into your underwear and inhaled. Even in your sleep you reacted to the feel of his face and beard against you and... bless your heart... you sighed again. With one finger he pulled your underwear aside and dragged the tip of his tongue along your slit. He made a guttural sound in his throat and pushed his tongue further in, greedily lapping into your folds, his cock grinding against the mattress already leaking.
In his head Price was thinking 'I'm not going last a damn moment inside her, might as well get it over with now and be able to give her the attention she needs in the morning.' The aching in his balls driving him on, as he climbs up over your sleeping body, pushing your knees apart to cradle his hips, tip of his cock resting against your wet entrance as he looks down at your relaxed face.
You shift as you feel his warmth over you, caging you with his broad chest and shoulders, causing his cock to nudge inside you slightly, punching his breath from his chest as the wet heat wraps around him. Price stifles his moan, grimacing to control himself so he doesn't just fuck hard into you like he wants. 'Just take the edge off John', he thinks, 'then tomorrow you can spend hours fucking her the way she deserves'. Slowly he eases into you, shallow movements of his hips, as he is enveloped by heaven.
He controls his movements with steely determination, grinding into you slowly, feeling his orgasm rushing upon him all too soon for his liking. But again you stir, a gentle rolling of your hips pulling him deeper into you, and when he hears a sound on your lips... a mumbled 'John'... he empties himself into you, hot ropes of cum filling you up.
He plants a gentle kiss to your temple and rolls off you to lie on the bed beside you, breathing heavily as he settles beside his love, eager to have you wake up in the morning and find him here... and inside you.
!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, John being a gentleman 🥰, virginity loss, mention of body shaming, thigh riding (sorry if I missed any.)
“How has Y/N been lately?” John asks your dad.
It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen him. “Oh she’s been great, I’m not sure what was going on with her.” He shrugs. You were off at a friends house right now, it was just John and your dad. They’re in your back yard, making burgers for dinner on the grill. “Maybe she just needed out of the house.” He smiles. “Yeah maybe. I’m sure she’s going stir crazy being done with school and all that.” He laughs, flipping one of the beef Pattie’s with a spatula. “She’s been out so much lately.” He sighs. “Is that bad?” John asks. “No of course not, it’s just hard. She’s eighteen now yeah but she still had to abide by my rules. I just hate that she’s growing up. I don’t want her getting herself into trouble thinking she’s more mature than she actually is.” John is listening, choosing to let your dad vent versus talking.
“I mean.. even when she was a little girl, she always liked older guys. Like.. thirties and above. She’s never liked guys her age. And I understand. Boys her age are nothing but.. sex driven assholes. I just worry so bad about her walking into the arms of the wrong man.” He sighs. For a minute, John feels bad. Like he’s taken advantage of you. You seemed so mature for your age, maybe he’d missed it.
“I’ve always monitored her stuff. Cell phones, computer. Everything. Behind her back of course. Just to make sure she never started talking to anyone online or any of that but I stopped because she’s adult now, deserves her privacy n all that. I never found anything out of the ordinary.” He shrugs. “She’s a smart girl. I’m sure she’ll be just fine.” John shrugs. “Yeah, I know. I just worry cause it’s my kid. Even though her attitude kills me sometimes.” He laughs. John smiles. “She does got quite the attitude.”
Your dad shakes his head with a smile. "Sometimes she's real nice, a real good girl. Other times I just wanna strangle her." He groans. John laughs, taking a drink of his beer. "She'll get better mate, it takes a while. I'm sure she's just figuring everything out." Your dad nods. "Yeah. You try saying that when she's being a brat." He rolls his eyes. "Send her my way. Little military training wouldn't hurt" He laughs. Your dad smiles. "That's a great idea actually. Although with how mean she can get she might humble you a little bit. Got a bite just like her dad." He laughs. "Sure it's nothing I can't handle."
He laughs. Just then, they hear your car pull into the driveway, an awful squeak coming from your car as you come to a halt. "Fuck." Your dad grumbles. "What?" John asks. "I told her I'd look at her breaks last weekend and never got around to it." He sighs. "I'm not doing anything, I can look at 'em while you're at work." He shrugs. "Oh that'd be great, thanks John." He smiles. You step out the back door, smiling when you see the both of them. Sundress blowing in the wind. "Are we gossiping out here?" You smirk. "Yeah about you. John's gonna take a look at your brakes so you can quit bugging me about it." He nudges you. "It just needs new brake pads." You roll your eyes. "I'll find something else to bug you about just because you said that." You smirk. "Yeah. I'm gonna send you John's way when you’re acting like a brat. He'll get you whipped into shape." He winks. Patting your shoulder. Your heart falls into your stomach, and your dad passes by you into your house, John nearly spits his beer out at your expression. Your cheeks are bright red and your eyes are wide. "He meant.. military punishments. We were joking about it." He laughs. "Oh.. Okay." You breathe. You needed to get the hell out of there. "Bring your car over, I'll look at it." You nod your head, hurrying off to hide your blushing cheeks.
Your heart settles in your chest as you climb into your car, starting up the engine. You notice John’s garage door opening. You pull out of you driveway and maneuver your car into his, pulling into his garage until he tells you to stop. He closes the garage door behind you. “I already have the brake pads and rotors.” You fidget with your hands nervously, you’re alone with him again. “Alright, so this will be easy than.” He smiles.
He gathers everything he’ll need. Tools, car jack. He even had some extra oil laying around. Figuring he’d just do it while he’s working on your car.
As he’s working on it, he starts asking questions. Not easing into it, jumping in head first. “So. I’ve heard your dad mention more than once that you’re into older guys. There a reason?”
His blunt question sends crimson up your cheeks. “Uh…” you pause. “Because guys my age suck.” You breathe. “Well yeah, but there’s got to be a reason. Have you ever even dated someone your age?” He asks. “Yes.” You breathe. “That’s the reason I don’t like them.” You laugh awkwardly. “What happened?” He asks. “Um..” you shift uncomfortably. He emerges from underneath the car, he’d finished up already. He leans up against it, crossing him arms. You’re sitting on a bench by his toolbox. “Go on.” You sigh. “Tried to pressure me into having sex with him. I wasn’t interested.” John nods his head. “That’s it?” He asks. You groan. “No. He was controlling. Wouldn’t let me wear shorts, monitored my social media, told me my thighs were too big and that he didn’t like my stretch marks. And I know it could be all guys but older men have been much kinder to me than guys my age.” John smiles. “Sweetheart.. I hate to break it to you.” He adjusts his beanie that he’s wearing. “But guys will be nice to you no matter what if they want something from you.” His eyes travel to the sweet spot between your legs, noticing you shift yourself uncomfortably. He can see the way you’re sitting now, eyes filling with tears. He feels like an asshole. You probably weren’t ready to hear that.
“Not all of them. Especially if I don’t tell them that I’m a Virgin to begin with.” You avoid his gaze. He nods his head. “Y/N. You’re a sweet girl and I’m not trying to be a prick here. But all men have some kind of flaw, even your dad does. I can be mean when I don’t want to be.” He shrugs. “You have to find someone you tolerate the most, because we all suck.” He laughs. “I didn’t mean to upset you, darling.” He moved toward you, placing his hand on your thigh. “It’s okay.” You mumble. “I can be mean too.”
He smiles, looking down. “Did you only touch me because.. because you want to use me?” You look up at him. “No, no.” He breathes. “I gave you a bad example.” He sighs. “What happened between you and I Y/N.. it wasn’t right. I wasn’t right to touch you like that.” He chuckles. “I’m not right for you, you deserve far better than anyone like me. The reason I brought this up is just because I don’t think anyone will be good enough for you. You’re the perfect, pretty, bratty girl.” He smiles. “And you deserve the fucking world.” His hand is still on your thigh, he’s close to you. “John?” You look up at him. “Yeah?”
“You said what happened was bad..” he nods his head. “Am I a bad girl if I liked it?” You bite your lip. Your tone of voice, the way you’re looking up at him. It’s killing him. He hisses under his breath, the way you’re looking at him should not be allowed. It’s pure sin. “No. Because it feels good. It was wrong of me to put you in that position.” He breathes. You sigh. “I liked it.” You breathe. “I think about it all of the time, try to replicate the way I felt myself but I can’t even come close.” You whimper, pushing your hips toward the end of the bench, clenching your thighs together. His eyes travel down, seeing your reaction to just the thought of him alone. He turns away from you, he needs to get the fuck out of here before he does anything else. “You’ll learn. It’s best you figure out what your body likes best before you trust someone else with it.” He reassures you. You nod your head. “It’s been years and nothing makes it feel better.” You laugh. A part of you knows that you’re teasing him. But another part of you doesn’t realize just how hard you’re making him. “What do you mean?” He asks. “I.. I’ve been getting this.. tightness in my stomach. I didn’t know that.. it was.” You blush. “I didn’t know it was because I was turned on. Until I was talking to some friends at school a couple years ago and heard them talking about sex and what felt good. No matter how I touch myself, it just doesn’t feel right.” You breathe. “But.. when you did it..” you shift in your seat. “Changed everything.” You breathe. You’re a horny mess on his bench right now, and he’s doing everything he can to hold himself back.
He notices your dad pulling out of your driveway though the small window in his garage, off to work. Your mom had already left for her night shift job as well.
You were completely alone with John. For hours.
“What does it feel like?” You ask. Looking up at him. He moves forward, sitting next to you on the bench. Turning himself toward you. “What?” He asks. “Sex?” You chew on your lip. “For me? It’s amazing. It feels.. you know how I touched you? It feels like that but a hundred times better.” He breathes. “But for you? It’ll hurt. Because you’re still a Virgin.” He sighs. “Does it always hurt?” You ask. “No, just the first time. The second time may be a little uncomfortable. Your body just has to get used to it.” He explains. “How bad does it hurt?” You look up at him. “It.. it depends.” You tilt your head. Looking confused. “Depends on the size of your partner.” He avoids your curious gaze.
John had to clench his eyes closed so that the thought of you, whimpering as you take him down travels through the depths of his mind. “Would you take advantage of me?” You ask. “What? Of course not.” He breathes. You reach out, grasping his hand and pulling it into you. Setting it onto your thigh. “Y/N.” He breathes. His chest is tight. He hasn’t felt this riled up in forever, how on earth you’re making him feel like this is beyond him. It’s wrong, so wrong.
“I can’t stop thinking about it, John.” He draws his hand away from your thigh, pushing it up passed your cheek. Resting it there. “I was wrong. To touch you like that. I shouldn’t have done what I did.” He breathes. He can feel the frustration radiating off of you. “Please..” you mewl. “I can’t do it, no matter what I do.” You whimper. You’re breaking him. He sighs. Placing his hand down on your thigh. Sliding it up a little bit. “It’s wrong darling. I don’t want to take advantage of you, you’re just desperate.” He breathes. You climb up into his lap, breathing out as you straddle one of his thighs. “Shit-“ he breathes. You rock your hips into his thighs, whimpering at the friction you feel. He hisses at the warmth between your legs. He can’t keep it together anymore. Something about you using him to get off just sends him spiraling. He rests his hands on your hips, pushing your dress up onto your hips. He guides you into him, groaning out. “John..” you whimper. “Yeah?”
“I want to know what it feels like.” You look up at him. “What?”
“Sex.” You whimper. He holds your hips steady. Looking deep into your eyes. “Y/N.” He sighs. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. I’ll hurt you, real bad.” He breathes. “I trust you, John. I want you to do it.” You breathe. “You said so yourself, you wouldn’t take advantage of me.”
He sighs. “Of course not, but.. this is so important and it should be with someone you love.” You look up at him. He sighs at the look you have in your eyes, gleaming so bright, so full of trust for him. He feels like a creep for having such relations with you. He lifts you up, walking you inside of his house. He sits down on his couch with you still in his lap, looking at you. “I can help you out, but you should save yourself for someone special. Yeah?” You nod your head. He moves your panties to the side, rubbing gentle circles into your clit and you whimper, rocking your hips into his hand. He circles your wet hole with one of his fingers and pushes it into you. You grind down into his finger.
“So desperate..” He trails off, admiring you. You’re basically riding his fingers and he’s enjoying it, lifting his hand into you. “John.. please.” You whimper. “Baby.. you don’t know what you’re asking for.” He chuckles at your desperation. You look at him, wiggling away from him. “What are you doing?” He asks. You slide down onto your knees and his eyes widen when you slide your hands up his clothed thighs. He rests his hands at his sides, letting you do this even though he knows he shouldn’t let you. “Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into?” He smirks down at you. You glare up at him, that same bratty attitude showing through.
John never thought he’d see the day, you’re pouting because he won’t take your virginity.
You nibble at your lip nervously as you unbutton his jeans, they needed to be washed because he smelled like gear oil and dust but something about him, dirty hands, messed up hair since he’d discarded his beanie somewhere between here and there. He looked messy and that’s enough to want him. Aside from the fact that he’s who he is. The first man that’s ever put his hands on you, drew fire into your skin and put it out with his cold touch. You’re zoned out as you work his cock from his jeans, thinking about that day on his boat. What he did to you. What he started. He lit a fire inside of you that day, made you crave him. You can’t sleep without thinking of him. Can’t eat without imagining him and his tongue and the way he devoured you like it was the tastiest meal ever put in front of him.
His fingers moving through you expertly, painting out the finest art, drawing the sweetest symphony from your lips and calming the harshest ocean brewing in your stomach with just a swirl of his tongue.
Your breath hitches in your throat when you reveal him to you for the first time and you’re realizing exactly why he’s said what he said.
You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.
But there’s some beauty in the unknown right?
You take the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the tip, and his eyes widen. A gasp leaves his lips as you suck gently on the tip, taking him further and further with each bob of your head. “Huh- oh fuck-“ he breathes. Hands clutching at the cushions of his couch. You’re nervous to do something wrong, worried about hurting him.
The lewd noises coming from your lips as you suck him harder, his eyebrows raising as you cup his balls, showing them some attention too. He lets his head rest back onto the couch. Wrapping a hand in your hair, guiding you to take him further down. “You’re so pretty.” He breathes. “Such a good girl, could fool me with how good you are at this.” He smiles, knowing his praises egg you on more and more. He rests one of his arms over the back of his couch and when you look up at him, pretty eyes, gleaming with need. He’s got his answer.
He pushes you off of him, nearly busting right then and there with that look in your eyes. He lifts you up, helping you wrap your thighs around his waist. He holds you into him, only one arm wrapped around your back. He walks with you back into his bedroom. The walls are a dark grey color, silk sheets to match. He has dark curtains that keep the daylight out and he sets you down on the edge of his bed. He grasps the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. You don’t fully register what’s going on, but excitement settles into your stomach because a part of you knows what he’s going to do to you. “I can’t imagine fumbling a girl like you.” He breathes. Pushing you back onto his bed. “I just realized through all of this I haven’t even kissed those pretty lips yet, such an asshole of me.” He breathes. He hovers over you, leaning into you and kissing you. He holds a hand over your throat, not putting an pressure against you but holding you still as he attacks your lips with his. You’re a mess, turned on and desperate for him. His facial hair scratches you, leaving a permanent burn behind as he pulls away. He cups your breasts through your dress, massaging them gently. He kisses your bare chest, moans slipping passed your lips. He pushes your dress up onto your hips, pulling you forward so that he can help you take it off. He missed the sight of you, exposed to him. “If I would’ve been your age, had a chance to be with a girl like you…” he trails off, shaking his head with a laugh as he pushes your legs apart. “I would worship the fucking ground you walk on darling, and you’re telling me they’re out here- insulting the sexiest parts of you..” he kisses down your stomach, the attraction you feel for him is overwhelming, you want his hands on you.
You want him between your legs.
Your wishes are granted as he presses a gentle kiss to your clit and a whimper leaves your lips. At long last, he’s finally touching you again. Panties pulled to the side.
It doesn’t last long. He laps at your entrance with his tongue for just a couple minutes before he’s pulling away, licking his lips. “If I do this..” he breathes, moving himself up the bed once more. “You can’t take it back.”
You nod your head. “I know.” You whimper. He sighs.
He’s an awful friend. An awful person.
He pushes his jeans down the rest of the way, pulling your panties down your legs, discarding everything between the both of you, in the way of him taking what’s his.
“I’m a little out of practice. I have nothing..” he breathes. “It’s okay.” You look up at him.
He spits in his hand, slicking up the tip of his cock. Pushing your legs up on him and brushing the tip of his cock over your opening. Your heart is pounding in your chest, pumping blood through you at a rapid rate. “I’m going to hurt you okay? You just have to get through it once and I promise I won’t hurt you anymore.” You nod your head. “I trust you John. It’s okay.”
He’s such a scumbag. He’s got to be at his lowest. He shouldn’t be doing what he’s doing.
But he can’t pull away from you. He’s too far gone.
He pushes the tip of his cock through your folds and you clutch hard at the bed as he starts to slide himself into you more. He’s surprised how easy it is despite the way you’re clamping down around him. “Fuck.. you’re so wet pretty girl.” He gasps. A whimper leaves your lips as he slides deeper, a sob leaving your lips as he wraps his arms tight around you and burying himself into you in one deep thrust. You’re shaking a little bit, he knows it hurt. Knows how uncomfortable you are. Tears are gathering in your eyes, filling up the channel of your tear ducts. “It’s okay darling. It’s over.” He breathes. He nudges your cheek with his nose, kissing you as an attempt to soothe you. You’re panting hard, biting your lip.
That’s it.
His cock is nestled inside the tight cavern between your legs. He’s taken it.
He slides out of you, and you clutch at his blanket, whimpering out. Tears stream down your cheeks. “It’s alright baby. You’ll get used to me. Just relax.” He kisses you again, rocking his hips into yours. He’s going slow, letting you get used to the way your walls wrap around him. It takes a few minutes but eventually, you’re pushing him away from you slightly, widening your legs so that you could see him, all of him. His cock is wet, a little bit of your blood from the tear but mostly your arousal and you’re watching him slide into you.
“Oh my god-“ you whimper. “I.. I feel so full.” You cry. He chuckles at your reaction. “Yeah.. you’re taking all of me.” He smiles. Pushing your thighs up so that you could see him disappear inside of you, burying his cock to the hilt. “Fuck.. I can’t believe.. you just took my-“ you moan out when he picks up his pace. “Your pussy is so fucking sweet.” he shakes his head, in complete disbelief that someone could feel this good. He speeds up his pace even more, you can’t keep yourself together at the feeling of him. You’re a mess, moaning out, whimpering his name. Just like he imagined you would be. He rests his hand on your lower stomach, holding you steady. He lowers his hand, pressing the pad of thumb against your clit, smiling at how swollen it is. You’re so horny, so needy for him. He rubs gentle circles into it, knowing how easy you’re going to get overstimulated. “You’re such a brat.” He chuckles. “My spoiled little brat. Can’t make yourself cum so you have me do it all for you.” Your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back but you’re smiling. “Are you complaining?” You giggle. “Not at all.”
A gasp leaves your lips as he pushes down on your clit harder. Feeling your hips squirm away from his touch. He feels you clench down around him, and he knows you’ve got to be close. He tilts his head back, adams apple bobbing as he swallows hard, he’s got a death grip on your thighs. “John!” You mewl. “That’s it baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” He breathes.
Those 4 words, you’ve heard in every filthy movie you’ve ever seen, never imagined that you’d ever hear them for yourself, from John Price, your dads best friend of all people. You’re tumbling over that abrupt edge, coming around him with the loudest moan you’re sure you’ve ever let out. You’re clamping hard down around him. Pussy pulsing around him. It’s the hardest you think you’ll ever cum, vision going white. John shivers at the tightness of you, barely remembering to pull out of you as he reaches his own orgasm, gritting his teeth as he coats your stomach in thick white ropes of his cum.
He relaxes, taking in deep breaths. “Fucking hell.” He pants.
He smiles, turning his head away from you to hide the way he blushes at the sight of you. Watery eyes, swollen lips. Your cheeks are flushed red. You look completely fucked out.
He lays next to you, calming himself down.
He helps you get cleaned up and holds you close to him for a few hours, talking about random things until your eyes are growing heavy. “How about we go get you tucked in Ah?” He smiles. He’s let you borrow one of his shirts, and you swim in it. It smells like him.
You nod your head. “I want you to stay but.. we’d both fall asleep and your dad would freak out.” He laughs. You smile at him. “Damn right he would. Thank you for working on my car John.” You smile. He leads you out to his garage once more. “No problem. If it has anymore issues just let me know. I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your lips one more time before you climb inside. He opens the garage door and you pull out, giving him a small wave.
His touch lingers on you, traces of his fingers where they permanently etched into your skin.
“You’re such a fucking brat.” Miguel pounds into you at a restless pace, fangs bared sharp and scraping against your jugular. “Why don’t you just listen? Huh? Are you that fucking stupid?”
Your eyes roll back as his incredibly thick length bruises your walls. You know you’ve been bad; going directly against his orders to help Miles is probably the worst thing you could do. And getting sassy about— having an attitude— definitely didn’t help. So when he threw you into his office and ripped the crotch of your latex suit, exposed your puffy cunt to the room, and bent you over his desk, you knew you were in deep trouble.
It hurts, the way he’s fucking you. But you know he doesn’t want you to feel pleasure. You know he wants to break you. Blood coats your tits in thick red stains, bite marks running along your neck and jaw from where he sunk his fangs into you. Aphrodisiacs, they are; and when they sink into you all you can think of his thick, hard cock, bulging muscles and handsome face. You’re like a bitch in heat.
“‘M sorry, daddy!” You cry out. It’s too much, but you know he won’t stop.
“Oh, you’re going to be sorry, little girl.” He growls. “Daddy’s gonna fill this fucking cunt up. That’ll teach you to mind your manners, won’t it?”
“Yes daddy- fill me up! Please fill my pussy up, need it s’ bad..”
It’s all you can say. His hands curl up into the position they make when he’s about to shoot the webs from his wrists; the sound of the sticky substance landing on your shoulders makes your mouth gape as he uses his own webs to lift your body firmly off the wooden desk. Your nipples barely graze it as he speeds his pace up. A damn near impossible speed for a normal man, but Miguel O’Hara is not normal.
He moans when he looks down and sees your creamy spend leaking down his cock and balls. His thick thighs are hitting your ass as he ruts into you. “mi amor, estás chorreando…” translation: My love, you’re dripping.
Other harsh disgusting words spew from his lips. Your gaping snatch is closed tightly around him as he sinks his fangs into you again.
Your eyes roll back, a pained but also pleasured cry leaving your soft lips, legs shaking and cunt drenching him. His claws dig into your sides and then he reels back and slaps your ass. You gasp, and begin fucking back onto him when he does it again.
“Oh, look at you,” Miguel teases. “You want more of my slaps, little one? Do you want to be punished?”
You nod, and his hands come down onto you again.
“Miggy..”
“I want you to cum, mi amor.” He states breathlessly. “Rub your clit and wet my fuckin’ dick.”
You don’t understand why he’s letting it happen so soon. Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment? But you listen to him anyway, and begin to rub the swollen nub with harsh strokes. Your orgasm has you practically screaming— and afterwards, Miguel doesn’t let up. He abuses your womb over and over until you can’t even breathe. It’s borderline painful, and your body feels completely spent and used.
By your tenth or eleventh orgasm, he’s got you pinned to the wall by his webs with his arms holding your neck in a chokehold. He eats your cunt out with his bloody mouth, and your eyes are rolling back, little nghhhs sighing out of you as he slurps your sopping wet hole. Your vision is going fuzzy, but you don’t care.
“Are you learning your lesson, mami?” He groans, as he pulls away from your cunt and rubs harshly on your clit with his thumb. You sob, nodding, drool leaking out of the corners of your plush mouth.
“‘S.. ‘s too much, miggy. Please, I can’t take it anymore..” you whine, but his fingers harshly slap your pussy and you jolt with a cry.
“You take what I give you.” He says, and then he’s ripping the webs from your body and letting you slide down the wall onto the floor with the help of his strong hands. You cry, legs trying to run away from him; you know you want it, but your body is drained.
Miguel growls, his claws grabbing you in a loose grip and dragging you back to his cock.
“Don’t run away from me, little bitch. You need to be fucking disciplined! This cunt is going to cum again whether you like it or not.”
You pant against his crotch as he shoves your face into his pubic hair. The smell of his pheromones makes your eyes roll back.
— That is the absolute last thing you need right now. Layla gently holding your face with her left hand, drawing soft lines to accentuate your eyes with her right, all while staring right at you with her lips slightly parted as she concentrates. No, no, absolutely not.
Layla El-Faouly x AFAB Reader
Warnings: swearing, smut‼️, oral, fingering, face riding, sharing a vibrator, infidelity (wedding day confessions; i don’t condone cheating ofc)
Word count: 3286
An AU where Layla and Marc’s wedding is set to happen after they get back from Cairo. You’ve been in love with Layla for forever, and as you get ready for her big day, she asks you why you’re not happy for her and Marc.
That night, you lay awake. Memories of her filled your mind and nothing you did could put them to bed. Layla, your wonderful, beautiful friend, is getting married tomorrow.
Today, you groaned, rolling onto your side and glancing at the green glow of the digital clock on your bedside table. 3:39 AM. She’s getting married today.
“To Marc.” You muttered aloud. “Fucker.”
Your mind wandered back to three years ago when she’d first suggested you get an apartment together. You were hesitant, but she couldn’t be more excited to be sharing a space with you. Her best friend! Her excitement dashed all the doubts in your mind, how could you tell her no? Shortly after you both had moved in was when she learned how terrified you were of horror movies. By the time It was over, you were begging to sleep in her bed. Your tone was joking, but she could tell you meant it, especially after you stuck your arm into the bathroom to turn on the light before going in, and again when you ran out of the room after turning the light off.
“Fine,” She had huffed playfully. “Just this once.” But then the next week, she suggested watching It Chapter 2. And the week after that, The Shining. And then one of the Saw movies. You couldn’t get that fucking puppet on the tricycle out of your head, and most nights, you found yourself crawling into her bed.
Your chest felt hollow as you remembered how warm and inviting the bed, and Layla, had been.
Layla had talked to you a couple days ago to confirm that you’d be there today, and you’d said yes without hesitation. But now… You weren't sure you’d even make it past doing your hair and getting dressed. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to fall asleep and wake up too late to attend the wedding.
Layla, Layla, Layla.
Her name swirled in your mind, memories of her clear as photographs.
Layla pulling you onto a crowded dance floor, and with your body pressed against hers, you finally admit to yourself that you didn’t want to be just a friend to her.
The time someone mistook the two of you for a couple, referring to you as her girlfriend, and Layla didn’t correct them. Your heart swelled. It was around this time that you’d begun to convince yourself that you could do it; you could tell Layla everything. The thought of doing this didn’t seem so impossible now, and you’d started to feel like the reward greatly outweighed the risk. It would be so fucking worth it.
And back then, it felt so easy.
Layla had been begging you to go to the beach with her and after a few weeks of her relentlessly hounding you about it, you got some time off work, the two of you loaded the car up with all the standard beach necessities and drove off. She was driving, as usual. Layla was the safest driver you knew, both hands always on the wheel, never taking her eyes off the road. This gave you multiple opportunities to steal glimpses of her out of the corner of your eye. You loved when Layla drove. The energy in the car that day felt different and you had convinced yourself that Layla just knew what you were about to confess. You would tell her when you got to the beach. She pulled into a parking spot that was shaded from the sun by a large tree with drooping branches and the two of you took off your seat belts. Layla now had one arm resting on the center console and was using her other hand to check her makeup in the mirror. You took an imperceptibly (you hoped) deep breath, and gently placed a hand on her arm. “Layla?”
“Hm?” She turned to look at you.
You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by a sharp buzz. Layla’s phone lit up, and so did her face. “Who’s that?” You asked, your confidence plummeting.
“I started talking to this guy, Marc,” Her gaze slid away from her screen and she met your eyes. “He’s nice.”
“Oh,” You plastered a smile on your face. “Good!”
“Yeah,” She shot you a small smile. “What were you going to say?”
“Nothing.”
And then Layla started bringing Marc around and you could hardly contain your jealousy, which made you feel awful when you realized that if you’d met under different circumstances, you and Marc probably would’ve gotten on really well. When Marc disappeared without warning, you felt guilty that your first thought was “Finally!” while Layla was devastated.
The guilt didn’t last long, though. He came back. Or rather, Layla found him. And she was upset, of course, but he explained himself away in that Marc-y way of his and things were pretty much back to normal. You didn’t know what happened in Cairo but it must’ve been pretty great for Layla to come back with an engagement ring on her finger.
Fuck Marc.
***
For five full seconds after you wake up, you are blissfully unaware of what the day will bring.
But then you remember.
And then you wish it was socially acceptable to miss your best friend’s wedding. Although… it was just going to be Marc, Layla, you, and Frenchie at a courthouse. It wasn’t like you’d be skipping out on a gigantic wedding party. Maybe society would be more forgiving in this case.
“Morning,” Layla walked sleepily into your room and plopped down onto your bed.
Beautiful as ever, in spite of the morning breath. Maybe a hint of apprehension on her face? But that was probably wishful thinking. “You look tired.”
“Wow, just what every girl wants to hear,” She grinned. “You don’t look so great either.”
You threw your arm across your forehead, covering your eyes. You must look like shit. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Cold feet? Maids of honor don’t normally get those.”
“Nah,” You said coolly. “What about you?”
“Couldn’t sleep either.”
“Ah, maybe you’re the one with cold feet?”
Layla shifted uncomfortably, averting her gaze. “We should start getting ready.”
“Mhm.” You sat up and let Layla take your hand and pull you out of bed.
The two of you took your time getting ready. Layla, you assumed, was moving slowly to make sure she looked perfect. Which wasn’t hard. Even before you’d had feelings for her, you knew she was gorgeous. You, on the other hand, were dragging your feet through the entire process. Anything to delay the inevitable.
“Want me to do your eyeliner?”
You gulped. “N-no.”
That is the absolute last thing you need right now. Layla gently holding your face with her left hand, drawing soft lines to accentuate your eyes with her right, all while staring right at you with her lips slightly parted as she concentrates. No, no, absolutely not.
“Why not?!” Layla turned away from the mirror and faced you, liquid liner in hand. “You look great with it!”
“I didn’t get much sleep last night, I might rub my eyes and ruin it.”
“You’ll be fine.” You’re sitting on a stool and she steps between your legs, lifting your chin and bringing the felt tip of the pen to your face. You worry, irrationally, that when she stands this close to you, Layla can see every (extremely gay) thought running through your mind.
“Can I ask you something?” She murmurs.
You’re looking anywhere but her face. “Mhm.”
“I know you’re not, um, excited, about today. About the wedding.”
The way she talks about her wedding as if it isn’t her own strikes you as odd.
“Is there a particular reason why?”
“No, Layla, I swear I’m just really tired, I think I need a new mattress-”
“Please,” She moves on to your other eye. “I’m genuinely asking. I want to know.”
“Well…” You hesitate. She may really want to know if you think there’s something wrong with Marc, but you’re positive that the real reason you don’t want her to get married has never even crossed her mind. “I just think that Marc’s kind of a bag of shit.”
She laughed then, harder than you’d seen her laugh in a while, and you smiled. “I do! He’s cool and all, but…”
“But..?” She presses, her eyes still crinkling into a smile.
“I just, I’m so much better than him.” You tried to sound as if you were just joking. “I’m better than him and I’m awful. So that’s a low bar. And you deserve better. The best.” Anything to keep her believing that you really had no problems with the wedding or Marc. You may not want her to marry someone else, but if you didn’t have the nerve to confess your own feelings, who were you to stop her? You couldn’t be that person, ruining what was supposed to be one of the best days of her life, when you knew you weren’t brave enough to risk getting rejected after telling her how you felt about her. You would much rather sacrifice a potential lover than lose a friend.
“Yeah, you are pretty awful.” Okay, ouch. But there was a small smile on Layla’s face. “What makes you so much better than Marc?”
“Well, for one, I wouldn’t drag you to a courthouse. I’d do the whole shebang.”
“The whole shebang?”
“Yeah. You deserve a million shebangs.”
“Well, I really don’t mind a courthouse wedding–”
You cut in. “And I never would’ve left you.”
“That’s different.” Layla’s voice took on a sharp tone. “You don’t know what happened there.”
“Sorry.” You felt small all of a sudden. Maybe you’d pushed too far. “I would if you’d tell me. You haven’t told me much since you got back.”
“You have your own secrets.”
There was something in her eyes when she said that. Something knowing. And still, you felt the urge to lie.
“I don’t. You’re my best friend, I tell you everything.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Then tell me the truth,” She looked at you in a way that was soft and sharp all at once. “Why don’t you want Marc to be with me?”
You frowned. She had this so backwards. “It’s not that I don’t want Marc to be with you.” You sighed. “I don’t want you to be with Marc.”
“That’s the same fucking thing–”
“No,” You said quietly. “It isn’t.”
She opened her mouth to speak but stopped. For a good thirty seconds, she said nothing. “So, you…”
“Yes.” Your voice trembled.
“This whole time, you… Oh.” Layla looked down at her hands for a moment, playing with the eyeliner pen before setting it aside. “I didn’t think you thought about me like that.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I–”
“I never dreamed you would think of me like that. I didn’t think it would ever happen.”
Now you were confused. “What?”
“I have wanted this for so long, but it didn’t seem like you felt the same, so I tried to move on,” She swallowed. “With Marc. And he’s nice, but he isn’t you. And for a little while, I thought, maybe… Maybe if you felt something for me, this would help you realize it. But then he proposed,” Layla paused and met your gaze. “And I thought that if you had any secret feelings for me, surely that would bring them to the surface. I was stupid to say yes to him, but I didn’t want to throw it all away. I was afraid to start over, he knows me so well. The only one who knows me better is, well, you.”
This… wasn’t at all what you’d expected. You cleared your throat, preparing to speak, but your mind was blank. It seemed to you as though no words were good enough to describe your feelings for Layla.
So you didn’t try.
You just leaned forward and kissed her. Layla’s right hand cradled you at the base of your skull and she slipped her left arm around your waist, pulling you to her until your bodies were pressed against each other. You laughed nervously as heat pooled between your thighs at the sensation.
“I’m going to talk to Marc and call the whole thing off,” Layla murmured.
“I’m not going to tell you what to do.” You whispered.
“You aren’t. I should’ve done this a long time ago. This, and,” She gripped your hips and walked you backwards until you were at your bed. “This.”
“You don’t know how much I’ve thought of this.”
“I think I have some idea.” Layla pushed you onto your back and straddled you. A shiver ran down your spine when she leaned over and began pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck, collarbone, and chest.
You slipped your hands under her shirt and ran your fingers across the band of her bra. It felt lacy and you’d never wanted to see it so badly. Layla tugged her shirt up and over her head, casting it aside, before doing the same to you. You reached up and pulled her in for another kiss and she cupped your breast in her palm. When her fingers brushed delicately over your nipple you couldn’t stop the sharp gasp from escaping your lips.
“I thought of you sometimes, when I was with him.”
She began gently pulling your shorts down your thighs. “I felt so guilty but I wanted it to be you.” Your shorts were on the floor now, and Layla was settling between your thighs. “It was never better than when I imagined you were the one doing those things to me. And now look at what I get to do to you.” You felt her warm breath on your clothed cunt when she exhaled.
“Fuck,” You whimpered.
“You want this?”
“More than you know.”
She tugged your underwear to the side. “Tell me then.” You jolted when you felt her tongue sliding into the seam of your pussy. Everything was warm and wet. You ran your fingers through her hair, gently tugging on the curls to spur her on.
“I’ve wanted you since that first night we went dancing,” Her fingers began circling your clit and you whined. “When that guy thought we were girlfriends, it sounded good.”
Layla paused, her mouth leaving you, and you bucked your hips searching for any kind of contact again. “You should’ve told me then, we could’ve done this sooner.”
“Well, fuck, Layla, I didn’t know it was that easy.” You said sarcastically, making her laugh. Her eyes were practically sparkling when she asked, “Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes.” You said breathlessly. “Please.”
“So polite,” Layla’s voice sounded like something out of a dream. She watched, entranced, as her fingers sunk into your cunt. “You’re always so sweet to me.” She could feel you squeezing around her fingers as she spoke. “You like that? Hearing me talk?”
“I like everything you do with your mou-” Your words failed you when she curled her fingers into you, reaching a spot that had you seeing stars.
She put her lips back to your clit, licking and sucking in time with the way her fingers stretched you open. Your legs began to shake around her and she used her free hand to hold you in place.
Layla put her hands on your hips and dug her nails into your skin as she fucked you with her tongue, making you whine out her name. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you felt like your body was on fire. You started thrusting upward, shamelessly grinding up against Layla’s face to get more pressure.
“Easy, honey,” Layla’s voice was silky smooth. “All you have to do is tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“More,” You blurted out. “Harder.”
Layla laid down next to you and pulled you on top of her. She grabbed your waist and urged you forward until your cunt was just above her face. You could feel her warm breath every time she exhaled and you knew you must have been dripping wet. “Go as hard as you want.” You hesitated for a moment, and Layla noticed. “Go on.” She said, wrapping her arms around your thighs and gently encouraging you to sink down onto her.
You gasped when you felt her tongue on you again. She moaned into you, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. You began to grind down onto her face until you found the perfect angle that had her nose rubbing against your clit. “Oh fuck.” You spoke through gritted teeth. “Layla, I’m not gonna mmph-” She dragged her nails down your back and you let out a low moan. “I’m gonna cum.” Layla hummed in response, and you almost lost it when you looked down at her. Her eyes were trained on you and she was looking at you like this was her whole purpose in life. With a cry, you started moving your hips faster, seeking the high that was almost within reach. You felt tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and then-
Nothing.
Layla lifted you off her and you whined at the loss of contact. She leaned over and reached into one of the drawers on the dresser next to your bed. Your cheeks warmed when you realized what she was looking for. “Don’t you want to finish with me?” She smiled mischievously at you, your vibrator in hand.
“That- that would be,” You swallowed hard. “Yeah. Good.”
Her laugh was music to your ears. She clicked the vibrator on and placed it between the two of you before pulling you close.
“Hi,” You had a goofy grin on your face and you felt shy, even though you’d been riding Layla’s face a few moments ago.
“Hey.” Layla’s smile was just as silly. You placed both hands at her jaw and kissed her; you could taste yourself on her. You gently sucked on her lower lip and you could feel her smiling.
Layla closed the distance between you so that vibrator was pressed up against both of you, you both moaned. Your legs began to shake as you watched her grind against the vibrator and you.
You noticed the sweat beading at her forehead, the way her arms had started to tremble. Then she met your gaze. “Are you gonna cum, baby?” She said in a teasing tone. “It feels like you’re getting close.”
And that sent you over the edge. You wrapped your arms around her waist tightly, increasing the pressure of the vibrator against the two of you. Layla let out a cry of surprise, and then of pleasure.
The look on her face as she came was almost enough to make you orgasm all over again. The two of you sat there quietly for a moment, holding onto each other until you caught your breath. You smiled at Layla warmly before going to wipe yourself off and get a warm washcloth for her. You returned seconds later and began gently cleaning her up.
“So,” You broke the silence. “Would now be a good time to tell you that I kind of have a crush on you?”
“Oh my god,” Layla rolled her eyes and twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. “Really? No way.”
“Yes way! Wanna meet up after school and hug?”
She laughed and paused for a moment, before saying “I love you.” She leaned forward slightly and let her forehead rest against yours. “I’ve loved you for so long.”
You blushed. “I think I’ve probably loved you forever.”
