Ummm stuckage fantasy/writing thing because I’m in a mood 🧍cw for dubcon, petplay, and an undernegotiated creampie
“Hello??” I call out when I hear the front door click. I can tell from the sound of them kicking off their shoes that it’s one of my roommates coming home, and I heave a sigh of relief. If a random maintenance person found me in this position I’d actually combust, though one of them finding me like this isn’t preferable either… regardless, I keep calling out and can hear them as they pause in the doorway and take in the sight of me.
I babble nervously at the silence. “Well! Uh! You were all out today so I figured I’d do some cleaning, and I realized I’d never cleaned behind this arm chair so it must be dingy back here, but um. Ikindofcantgetbackoutnow,” I finish with a rush. I didn’t even get to most of the place before I got the idea, which is the cherry on top of this whole thing.
It was an artsy kind of armchair in the corner of a room, both comfortable and pretty, and it had a distinctive arch of a gap between the back and the seat. The gap seemed big enough, and I didn’t want to risk scratching the floor + it was awfully heavy, so I just bent over and shimmied in. My tummy rested comfortably enough on the seat of the chair and I was able to lean forward to dust the baseboards and whatnot, but then quickly realized I was unable to get my chest and arms back out the way they came. I struggled for a good while attempting to plant my feet and pull out, but I couldn’t get the traction from how I was bent.
I’m sure my roommate could surmise as much from the sight of me, but that didn’t stop me from rambling.
“-een maybe an hour or so but it’s okay because the chair is comfy but I’m getting a little tired of holding myself up on this end, so if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother could you maybe help me out? Please?” I doubted they’d just leave me hanging, but the total silence, not even laughter at my expense, was a little anxiety inducing. Before I could call out again to confirm their presence, I hear their muffled footsteps tread towards me.
“Quite the situation you’ve found yourself in here, cotton-tail.”
I flush at the nickname. Your rabbit tail inspired butt-plug gets intercepted once and you gain an embarrassing and mildly arousing nickname for life. I grumble something before trying in vain to pull myself out yet again, huffing in defeat when I’m unable to. “Listen- you can make fun of me all you want when I’m out of this thing, but can you please help?” I plead.
I hear them chuckle at the attempt. “Alright then. What do you want me to do?” Hm. That’s a good point.
“Um. Maybe grab my hips or something? I haven’t been able to pull myself very well so maybe that’d do it.”
“Well, if you insist,” they say, before doing exactly as I asked, which is unfortunate on my part. I let out a small noise as their warm hands dig into the meat of my waist, thumbs pressing into my back, that had been exposed from my shirt riding up, in what resembles a more… intimate scene.
“Oh! Ah…” I jolt back in shock only to be met by their crotch against my ass, and let out another stupid noise. Get it together! “Sorry, sorry, you just startled me, haha.” Not haha. Not haha. Nothing funny about the fact I’m getting wet as my roommate tries to pull me out of the chair I got stuck in. They still say nothing, and I chalk the feeling of their thumbs soothing up and down my back to my imagination.
“O-ok thank you, ah, I guess you can pull now?” They immediately do as I ask, pulling me by the hips back on to their crotch. I scramble against the chair at the sensation. I let out a gasp and they release me, my waist thudding back on to the seat. “No!” I fluster. “Not like that!”
Their hands shift lower down my back, fingers wedging into the crease of my thigh. “Hm? Why not? I just did what you asked me to.”
I don’t even want to know how red my face is right now, and I’m grateful they can’t see it either. “You did, but…”
“Y’know! If felt… naughty,” I whimper.
I hear them scoff lightheartedly from behind me. “What’s, ‘naughty’ is you being bent over in these skimpy little shorts, shaking your ass and begging your roommate to fish you out,” they counter.
My head reels. “That’s not fair,” I protest, still trying to escape from the chair.
“Seems pretty fair to me. In fact, it’s awfully unfair of you to expect me to help you without anything in return.”
What?? Unfair of me? I’m just asking for some help- I’m getting flustered and frantic, and the innuendo nearly goes over my head before my neurons connect and I catch it. “You want to… now?? While I’m stuck in a chair??”
Their hands smooth over my back and ass onto my thighs, thumbs pushing up the backs of my shorts. “Why not? I’ve been wanting to fuck this bunnycunt for months and I walk in today to you wagging it in the air, completely helpless? Besides, you’re even cuter when you’re stuck.”
My brain cells must’ve melted off because I can’t even muster sentences with the heat between my thighs. “You.. I don’t.. I mean, not now.. I don’t-“
They chuckle. “C’mon now, you can’t even pretend you don’t want it now with how wet you are.” They shove a thumb under my shorts and over the crotch of my panties, confirming their claim. I’m making dumb little noises again, totally turned on and utterly cornered. “I think I’ll be able to pull you out nice and easy once you’ve been fucked limp, don’t you think? You’re far to wound up right now to squeeze out.”
“Pleaseeee,” I warble, rutting uselessly against the seat of the chair.
“Please what? Use your words.”
Jesus Christ. “Please, please, fuck me,” I beg wetly, desperate tears welling in my eyes.
I’m rewarded by them hoisting me by the hips up so my knees are now on the seat and my ass elevated in the air, and the feeling of their clothed bulge grinding against my cunt. I audibly moan at the sensation, totally unrestrained now that their intentions are clear. That, and the fact I’m too turned on to think.
“Fuckkk,” they groan. “Been wanting to do this forever; been dying to see this pretty pussy.” They yank down both my shorts and underwear, wet strands still connecting them to my sopping cunt. “Jesus, baby, you this desperate to be fucked?”
I gasp at the sudden cold air against the heat of my cunt. “Not my fault,” I yelp as they thumb my cheeks apart to get a better look.
“Of course, sweet thing, I guess I should take a little responsibility, yeah?” They pull back slightly and the sound of pants unbuckling can be heard before the unmistakeable sensation of a hard cock hitting my ass registers in my mind. They grab on to my hips again and begin slowly rocking against me and slicking themselves up, and I whimper pathetically. They shush me before maneuvering my thighs together so they can fuck them, moaning as they slip in and out of them. I whine because I want nothing more than to what they’re doing to me, and am met with a smack to my ass.
“I said, shush,” they scold, and I brace a hand over my mouth. “Such a loud little pet, we better get you out so we can get that mouth busy, yeah?”
I’m slow to register their words, and before I can react the blunt head of their cock is nudging against my entrance. A muffled, weak “nooooo” escapes me, but not before they pop in. I’m plenty wet but the stretch burns nonetheless, and they gently soothe their hands over my trembling thighs.
“Ohhh fuck, good pet- good pet- so tight for me,” they grit out between their teeth as I’m speared open. I’m gasping and trembling at the stretch, and let out a weak lil’ moan when they sheath themselves in me fully. They stay like that for a second, letting my adjust and taking in the sight, before adjusting their grip. “Mmm, what was it you wanted me to do? Pull?” They mock, before pulling out and slamming me back down on their cock. I moan loudly, hands scrambling for purchase and finding none as I’m fucked roughly from behind.
“Good bunny, good bunny, bouncing on my- fuck- cock.” I keen at the praise, weakly attempting to move on my own but finding myself unable to go against their grip. My cunt is being used like a hole and I’m loving it. One hand reaches around to rub my clit, and I pop like a firecracker.
“Oh god! Fuck, hah,, nghh,” I babble as my orgasm rushes over me, blood roaring in my ears and the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. More praise meets my ears as I squeeze, vice tight, around their cock, but I can barley register anything. I only process words once the thrusting has stopped, and I blink blearily.
“-etheart, sweetheart, you’re on birth control right? That’s what I see you taking in the morning?”
I pant for a second before responding, “y-yes?”
They groan in relief before continuing to pound me, the chair creaking against the ground at the motion. “Oh fuck,, going to fill you up so good, pump this bunnycunt full of cum-“
I spasm at the promise, overstimulated at the repeated pressure on my clit from their fingers and smacking of their fat balls as they thrust in to me.
“Please please please please fill be up oh god please please,” I beg, wanting nothing more than a hot load in my cunt and to be pulled out of this chair. Im not even humored with a response before I hear them groaning behind me and feel them curling over my back, thrusts speeding up in intervals and groin pressed firm against my ass as I feel them spurt inside me. We both gasp and moan as it happens, and they stay pressed inside me for what feels like forever as they unload a fat load inside me.
Eventually they do stop, and I wince as they pull out of me, feeling very sticky and full. I’m limp and panting, blood rushing to my head from how I’m letting it hang, too weak to keep my torso up anymore. I know I’m being shushed and soothed, but I can only groan weakly as they maneuver me out of the hole, true to their word in ‘fucking me limp’. I blink and they’re sitting on the stair I was stuck in, me hoisted onto their lap with my chest against theirs. I bury my face into their shoulder, sighing grateful as a hand brushes over my hair and down my back. I know I’ll have to clean up the mess I made when I wake, but for now I doze off in their arms.
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