He's got you right where he wants you
Hi so I mayhaps finished that Pre-Murkoff Coyle x Reader fic that I literally posted a snippet of yesterday. I may have girlbossed a bit too close to the sun and went HAM in writing it, my bad but not really teehee!
This is my first fic in a LONG LONG time so I'm sorry if it's formatted weird or the grammar is shit, I'm also just like having to get myself comfortable with writing this kind of thing again? I get like embarrassed writing smut I'm just a sad little guy I guess
But please enjoy! Ahah
Reader is AFAB in this fic Word Count: 2495
WARNING! NSFW UNDER THE CUT!
Warning! This fanfiction may contain: DUBCON, Porn with NO PLOT, Choking, Biting, Coyle being Coyle (manipulative, mean man)
Coyle sat in his oversized armchair when you arrived home, one hand draped over the arm of the chair, the other cradling a bottle of beer atop his knee. His ears perked up as he heard the front door close, placing his beer bottle on the floor by the side of the chair.
You flashed him a small smile, placing your shopping bags down by the front door, you’d tend to those later. Taking your shoes and coat off, you carefully placed them by the front door before walking over to him slowly, stopping as you reached the side of the armchair.
Leaning down, you gave a soft peck to his left cheek, and he hummed in response.
“Early finish, sweetheart?” You asked quietly, gently leaning on the arm of his chair as you leant forward more, your hands gripping the plush cushion.
“Mmmm, Chief sent me home early. Finally got that damn report finished, so he said I could leave.” He grumbled. The report he’d been working on was a rough one, he hadn’t spared you many details, but you knew it had been taking a toll on him recently, his anger had definitely gotten worse these past few weeks because of it. But thankfully it was done, so hopefully you could finally have your husband back to normal.
Coyle grinned slightly as he saw you leaning more towards him, the top of your dress struggling to contain your chest as the buttons bursted at the seams. He reached forward, taking your wrist in his hand.
“C’mere.” He pulled your arm gently, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You smiled down at him, before nodding, crawling into his lap carefully atop the large chair. You sat sideways, both of your legs politely dangling over his own large thigh. Your hands were folded in your lap as you leant against his body, your head finding comfort on his shoulder.
He kissed the top of your head, his hand immediately reaching for your clothed breasts. Groping at you lazily, he used his other hand to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him, before his lips collided with your own. You could taste the tobacco of the several cigarettes he’d smoked that day and the cheap beer he always complained about the taste of, but refused to buy anything else. His hand shifted to your cheek, his thumb stroking it gently as he groaned against your lips.
Coyle mumbled against your lips about missing you, his deep, southern drawl sending shivers down your back. The hand groping at your chest slid down to meet your thighs as he pulled away from the kiss suddenly, grinning through half-lidded eyes. He used both of his hands to shift you in his lap, your position now facing away from him with your back nestled against his chest, head resting on his shoulder.
One of Coyle’s hands returned to your thighs, nudging them apart so each of your legs were strewn around the sides of both of his. His hand slipped up your skirt, pressing and rubbing gently on the outside of your panties, feeling you get wetter and wetter the more he touched you. He smirked as you let out a soft whimper, your head leaning back onto his shoulder more, exposing your neck to him.
Big mistake.
Coyle immediately took this opportunity to latch onto your neck, his lips suctioning onto the sensitive skin. He kissed, sucked and nibbled at the delicate flesh, grinning against your skin as he listened to the quiet symphony of moans and whimpers that were spilling out of your mouth.
While he kissed at your neck, Coyle’s free hand began working at the shirt of your dress, quickly unbuttoning it and freeing your chest. Your breath hitched as you felt the cool air of the room touch your skin, your chest beginning to heave slightly as your breath quickened. Coyle chuckled darkly against your neck as he heard the shift in tempo of your breathing, beginning to grope at your chest once again, his large, warm hand sliding under the thin fabric of your bra. He began to squeeze at your soft breasts, your size filling his hand perfectly. A strangled moan left your lips as began to swirl his fingers around your nipple, pinching and twisting at it. He grinned, his motions starting to become a lot rougher.
Coyle did this often, sweetened you up with gentle caresses and soft kisses, getting you right he wanted, before unleashing his true intentions and just using you how he pleased. That’s how it always went down, and you knew this all too well, but you couldn’t deny that you loved every second of it.
As his hand attacked your breasts, his other hand slipped beneath your panties, fingertips toying with your clit, eliciting quiet, breathy moans from your lips. He smirked, biting down harder at your neck, feeling your body squirm on top of him. You could feel him getting hard against your ass beneath you, his hips softly undulating against you in hopes of any pressure or stimulation to satisfy him in that moment. His movements were accompanied by soft groans and gasps, his lips still very attached at your neck. His fingers rubbed circles around the swollen nub between your legs, and you could feel yourself starting to sweat slightly, a faint tightening in your stomach beginning to form.
He had you right where he wanted.
“C’mon, sweetness, let me hear them pretty little noises.” Coyle drawled into your ear, his voice quiet but slightly demanding in tone.
His fingers were swirling around your clit at a delicious pace and you began to see stars. Coyle’s other hand moved from your breasts down to join his other hand, slipping a long, calloused finger into your heat with ease, a quiet groan leaving his lips as he felt the wet warmth of your walls. You let out a shaky moan, whimpering louder as he began to slide his finger in and out of you, his pace matching that of his other hand. After a few pumps, he added a second finger, and that’s when you knew you were done for.
Your back arched against him and you threw your head back against his shoulder, letting out the most perverse sounds your body was capable of as you came apart in his lap. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as you came, hard, your sweet juices gushing out over his two thick digits. He chuckled in response, cooing at you condescendingly as you rode out your orgasm.
“That’s it, darlin’, let it all out, come for me.” He murmured into your ear, a lewd whine escaping your lips in response. His fingers kept up a steady pace, sliding in and out of you through your orgasm, starting to slightly overstimulate you. Your whines became more slurred, your eyes watering slightly as the pleasure almost became too much. Coyle noticed this and smirked, gently withdrawing his fingers from between your legs.
“Such a sweet girl.” He cooed, once again condescendingly. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them slowly as he chuckled darkly. “Taste sweet too, sugar.” He whispered lowly, abruptly stuffing his two fingers into your own mouth, making you taste yourself. You choked slightly as he pushed them down your throat a little too far, your body writhing on top of his lap as you struggled.
He just laughed.
Coyle quickly wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, standing up from his chair with you still held against his body and his fingers still in your mouth. He dragged you with him over to the wall beside the chair, where he pushed you against it, pinning you with his body. His head pressed up against yours, his lips barely brushing against your ear.
“Now sweetness, you’re gonna behave for me while I fuck ya, y’understand?” He purred into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. A simple, slightly scared whimper left your body as a response, your head giving a small nod to go along with the sound. He smirked against your neck, kissing it tenderly. “Good girl.”
That would be the last gentle touch you’d feel for a while.
Coyle took your wrist roughly, pulling your arm behind your back, crossing it at your waist. He let you use your other arm to brace yourself against the wall, palm splayed out against the plaster. He hiked up the skirt of your dress, pulling down the panties that covered your ass. They pooled at your ankles and you quickly stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He groaned lowly, groping at your ass roughly with his free hand for a moment, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with reckless abandon.
Coyle quickly withdrew his hand from your already sore cheeks to begin freeing himself from the confines of his policeman’s uniform. The buckle of his belt jingled as he unfastened it from his hips, letting it hang open in the loops of his uniform pants. He hastily pulled down his underwear just enough to allow his fully erect cock to spring free, hitting his soft stomach as it was released into the open air. He grinned as he stared down at it, his hand wrapping around the shaft to give a few slow pumps in preparation.
He didn’t bother with any further foreplay, he’d already made you cum once, that was enough. He took pride in being able to make you do that. Especially since you told him that you’d never been able to do that before you got with him.
He lined himself up with your entrance, letting the anticipation linger in the air for a moment, listening to your breathing quicken almost in fear, before forcefully pushing his entire length inside you. You cried out a choked moan around his fingers, tears pricking at the corners of your widened eyes.
His sudden entry stung slightly and he didn’t even wait to let you adjust to his size before starting to thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace, bottoming out with every intrusion. Every thrust had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head as salty tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping together, accompanied by your muffled whines and moans and Coyle’s occasional groans and grunts as he fucked into you. Each thrust was harsh, your legs beginning to shake beneath you as he pushed you into the wall every time he entered you. Your whole body eventually began to tremble and you desperately tried your hardest to stay upright against the wall, your body squashed uncomfortably between it and Coyle’s body.
“Stop yer fuckin’ squirmin’.” Coyle grunted, getting slightly irritated that you couldn’t stay still. He stopped his intense thrusts, bottoming out inside of you before he twisted your arm further around your back, his large hand keeping yours at the apex of your hip.
It was painful.
Your eyes welled with tears, but you got the message, quickly shuffling your legs a little more apart to even your weight out between your feet to stabilize yourself better. The small movement gave you an ounce of comfort, allowing you to stand still against the wall easier than before.
Coyle grinned, leaning forward again. You felt his lips against your earlobe, where he bit at the soft flesh.
“Now be a doll and keep still ‘fer me.” He commanded quietly, resuming the brutal pace he had set before.
You cried out a strangled moan at the continuation of his movements, his fingers still very much nestled against your tongue inside your mouth. His other two fingers found refuge under your chin, keeping your head tilted up and away from the wall so he could ‘hear your pretty sounds better.’ It made him feel good to know he was affecting you so much, your sounds making his hips snap faster against your ass.
You could tell he was close now, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and out of rhythm, his grunts and groans getting increasingly louder. The hand that held its fingers in your mouth pulled them free, choosing to take refuge around your throat instead. His hand clamped down hard, the last of your moans and gasps getting choked out from your throat. Your vision began to blur slightly, the only thing keeping your conscious was the haphazard rhythm of him thrusting in and out of you.
“Now, baby. ‘M gonna cum inside ya, and you’re gonna take every last drop. Y’understand?” He growled through gritted teeth, not even waiting for a response as he continued his reckless thrusts. The hand around your neck held tight, pulling you closer towards him as he panted heavily against your back, his hot breath dancing down your spine.
And then you felt it.
He released your arm that held yours around your back, opting to instead wrap itself around your front, fingers gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. He held you against him tight as his cock began to twitch violently inside you, filling you with rope after rope of hot cum. You choked out a cocktail of sobs and moans as tears streamed down your face. Coyle groaned as his orgasm took a hold of him, still thrusting through every wave of pleasure that surged through his body. His hand tightened hard around your throat as he came, your blurry vision beginning to go grey and dark.
He didn’t care.
Coyle soon became quiet, his hand releasing your neck, colour slowly pooling back into your vision. You gasped for air, leaning up against the wall as he slowly slipped his cock out of your abused pussy and stepped back, admiring the cum that slowly leaked out of you and dripped down onto the floor. He grinned, quickly tucking himself back into his underwear and pulling up his uniform pants, fastening his belt back up around his hips. Your legs shook as he let go of you and you had to fight to stop yourself from collapsing on the spot.
He chuckled quietly at the state of you, letting out a low whistle, before returning to his seat in his armchair. He picked up the bottle of beer that he had previously discarded on the floor and sipped it slowly, returning his attention to the flickering television screen.
“Go on, sweetheart, go clean yourself up. I’ll be waiting right here for ya when ya get back.” He spoke with such a lack of care, if you weren’t exhausted beyond comprehension after what he did, it would have angered you.
But you didn’t have the energy for that.
So you quietly picked your underwear up off the floor and took yourself off to the bathroom, trying your best to fight back the tears that threatened the corners of your eyes.
