What if you made me kneel in a corner with my legs apart while you fucked another girl and you both made fun of me for how visibly wet I get? Jk unless...? 👀👀
wake me up in the middle of the night with your hands gently spreading my ass, the tip of your cock brushing up against my already wet cunt, and as I start to wake you push into me and whisper in my ear that I feel so fucking good and to take it like a good girl as you fuck the moans out of me
cw: cnc/dubcon, kidnapping kink, forced drugs, crying, somnophilia, gangbang, mindfuck, extreme fearplay // content is strictly fantasy
we've talked before, about surprises. we've had fun with them before — i like the thrill, and you like the look on my face when i realize that oh, we're doing this today. we always negotiate those kinds of scenes for a long while beforehand, but we both agreed that you get to decide the when.
and usually it's my fantasies you're indulging: like when i woke up, shocked and sleepy, my holes unmistakably used; when i was tied to the bed, blindfolded, and you let people i’ll never know come in and toy with me; when you even smashed my window once, middle of the night, just to give me that sweet stab of terror before i realized it was you breaking in to pin me down — yeah. those were all mine.
the day you indulged one of your own, i didn't even know i'd be seeing you.
you said you were visiting family. there was a video you sent me of you and your baby cousin running in the park. i remember, because that's the last thing i was looking at before i felt the cloth clamping over my nose, the drug knocking me out.
the next time i woke i was somewhere else. blindfolded, tied up, chest tightening with panic, thinking: was this you?
you said you were out of town.
i could hear the footsteps. it had to be you. right?
really, try and surprise me, i'd laughed. do your worst.
god, i really, really fucking needed it to be you.
i almost whimpered when i realized the hands that landed on me were still gloved, unrecognizable. i did whimper when those hands pulled my legs open. i think i started begging when the hands started groping me without a word, cutting off my clothes; i started asking who it was when fingers forced its way inside me, finding me already slick and leaking; i started crying when i didn't get an answer, only spit in my hole.
it was your name i sobbed out as i was fucked; if that was still a question, a cry for help, a desperate wish, or a plea, i couldn't say. and then, as i was pulled closer: your low laugh against my neck. your kiss on my nose, familiar. i don't think i knew a sense of safety could flood my mind as strongly as fear until then: the relief intense as i arched into you, as you fucked me, as i came.
and your laughter, again, as it ended, our breaths mingling, and then, your lovely, lovely, perfect voice: hi. sweetheart.
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