cw ─ female dom reader sub nate bondage infidelity edging hand job unprotected sex choking
his large hands look so out of place this way, bonded together at the wrist and locked against the headboard. if it was any other circumstance, nate would fight and tug at the rope until it gave out.
but he didn't.
his bare, broad chest heaves with every ragged breath he takes, dark eyes tracking your movements around the room.
you're making him wait, despite knowing how needy he is. it's torture, sure, but his blood rushes south anyway.
he grits out your name after another moment, sweat beading between his furrowed eyebrows. you shush him sharply, planting your hands on the edge of the mattress and climbing on, crawling slowly towards him. "i told you to stay quiet."
nate groans, his head rolling back against the pillows and his throat contracting with a thick swallow. "you're killing me..."
you settle your weight on his thighs, raking your nails up the toned muscles that tighten beneath your touch, teasing him.
after everything with that fucking endangered flower, plus his fiancée demanding he spend over $50k on decorations for the wedding, he needed his usual stress release.
and you, a temptress who just loved tormenting men like him, had been his light for months now. even though he was continuously spending money he didn't have on you, he couldn't stop.
"do you want me to touch you?" you ask, voice soft and melodic to his ears. your hand slides higher, fingertips just ghosting over the very prominent bulge beneath his boxers, a damp spot forming on the fabric where his tip was pushed against intensively.
nate lifts his head to look at you, nodding. "please..."
you coo, the nail of your index finger circling the wet spot. the sight of a 6'5 man tied to your bed, needy and leaking for you, sends a familiar thrill down your spine and between your thighs.
"not good enough."
his fingers flex above his head, hips twitching up helplessly to chase your touch. "please touch me... fuck, please?"
it's still not exactly up to your standards, but those puppy eyes are proving harder and harder to deny each time he falls into you.
you finally tug down the waistband of his boxers, freeing him from the uncomfortable tightness. his cock slaps against toned stomach before standing tall in front of you, the veins in his shaft throbbing and pre-cum dribbling from the tip.
he's big, so much fun to play with.
your hand encircles his dick, stroking slowly. you let out an appreciative hum as skin bunches around the head before you pull it back down, another bead of cum bubbling at the slit.
nate's jaw clenches, letting out a sharp exhale from his nose as you finally give him pleasure after so much teasing.
"oh, shit, thank you... thank you." he murmurs, fingers flexing around the rope.
you reward his gratitude by giving his tip a rub with your thumb, causing his hips to jerk up through your fist.
he knows he's not supposed to be greedy like that, but he can never keep still– especially when your hand speeds up with an added roll of your wrist.
but then his leg shifts to prop his foot against the mattress, using it as leverage to continue fucking into your hand, selfishly chasing his orgasm as though he's discarded your rules all together.
"tsk," your grip on him disappears in an instant, abandoning his cock. "nate."
his eyes open and his dick throbs alone, his cheek squished against his bicep, looking like a kicked puppy. "i'm sorry, please... i'm– fuck– i'm so fucking horny..."
"aw," you sit up between his quivering legs, slowly pulling away your clothes to reveal more and more of your smooth skin.
you do it every time, but it still drives nate crazy. still makes his balls tighten.
"what do you want, hm? you wanna be inside me?"
he nods quickly, eyes locked on the descent of your skimpy underwear.
"oh my god..." he whines when you're finally bare in front of him, hips stirring on the bed in search of relief. "please."
you shift forward to sit on the tops of his legs, his throbbing cock nudging your stomach insistently and his whole body tensing up with anticipation.
you have to suppress a wide smile at his whimpers when you lean back, bracing a hand on the bed and the other grabbing his cock, pressing his shaft to your hot, wet folds. "is this where you want to be, honey?"
nate nods, using all his strength to stay still as you slide your cunt up and down his aching member.
you moan softly when your clit catches on one of the prominent veins, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. "how bad?"
"so fucking bad," nate breathes out, "need to be in your pussy so bad..."
"yeah?" you ask, mocking his breathy, desperate tone. his cock jumps against your pussy in response.
your ass lifts off his thighs slightly, manicured fingers guiding the tip of his cock through your folds and into your welcoming hole.
nate knew it was a privilege to be inside you, and he didn't take it for granted. he cherished it for days after, but it was all too quickly chased off by stress.
so he came back to you, and the cycle repeats.
you let out a pleased moan as his thick cock fills you, and nate? he almost sobs in relief, his big hands attempting to come down to grip your hips, but instead the rope just rattles the headboard and keeps him restrained.
"fuck, that's deep... oh, fuck, i'm so deep..." he murmurs, his stomach clenching.
"mhm. can your wife take you this deep, baby?" you whisper, walking two fingers up his torso up to his neck, applying pressure to each side of his throat.
the big man whimpers under you, lips parting in a moan as you start to lift and drop your hips, feeling your tight, wet walls cling to his cock.
"no, ma'am," he gruffs out, his mind flickering to cassie for just a moment– and then you clench around him, and it's youyouyouyou once again.
sex with cassie used to be thrilling (when it was a dirty little secret). he enjoyed the power he had over her, how she struggled to take all of him, but it had gotten slightly boring after so many years.
but you were the opposite. you could swallow him up all the way, and he more than willingly gave up his power to you.
you pout down at him mockingly, keeping the steady pace of your hips and squeezing his neck a little. "poor you..."
the slapping of your thighs against his increases in volume when you start to speed up, tits bouncing above him.
"shit, i'm gonna fuckin' cum..." he mumbles, his cheeks flushed.
you leave until the very last second before lifting off, his cock tragically slipping out of you with a wet schlick, the cool air chilling the slickness you had coated him with.
nate's head falls back against the pillow with a thud and a choked sound of frustration, dread and excitement flooding him. he had a love-hate relationship with edging, especially when you orchestrated it.
meanwhile, you smile and take his cock in your grip again, stroking only a few times to keep him on the brink before letting go.
"fuck!" nate groans, his hips bucking up once again. "n-no, i can't– i can't tonight. please."
you scoff, repeating the action despite his whine. "you can. you just don't want to."
he shakes his head quickly, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and doe eyes pleading up at you, the head of his cock all reddened. your fingers come up to toy with the sticky pre-cun continuously leaking from his slit, intentionally rubbing there just to be mean.
"you're fucking cruel." he cries. but he loves it– his disgusting, guilty pleasure.
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flashing boyfriend!frank castle on facetime :3 18+ MDNI
a/n: a liv post in the lord's year 2026??? its more likely than you think!!! anyway hey I missed yall and im sorry for the hiatus.. lowk dk if im still IN said hiatus but I just wanna say ily all and thank u for still liking and reblogging my stuff :3 mwah enjoy this lil one shot i wrote while listening to slayyter trying not to die in this heatwave
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freaky phone sex with our man below the cut
with your boyfriends line of work, its understandable the seemingly endless nights alone start to get to you.
you sigh as you emerge from your bed and head to the bathroom, ready to wash up ready for another lonely night. as you squeeze the toothpaste onto your brush your eyes catch a glimpse of the calendar on the cabinet, the one you use primarily to track your cycle and ovulation.
"that makes a lot of sense." you sigh as your suspicions are correct, and today is your peak ovulation day, if it wasn't already obvious by the almost hard to ignore wet patch in the gusset of your cotton panties, the way your breath would hitch and your stomach doing the thing everytime he sent a message checking up on you.
if only frank was here, he knows what to do with you when you're this needy, keeping you up for hours as he feasts on your cunt as if he were starving, or keeping you trapped beneath him as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with his tongue circling your nipple whispering the most sinful things into your body...
mid daydream you realise you've texted him,
"hey frankie.. you awake?"
"Course I am baby, everything okay?"
"yeah they are my love. just miss you is all x"
"Miss you more mama. How's your day been?"
the pet name makes you throb, 'pathetic' you think to yourself as you toss your phone back onto the bed as you sit on the edge, exasperating a desperate sigh as you glance across the room, eyes landing on your man's shirt resting on the back of your vanity chair. you rise to your feet as they seemingly move on their own towards the garment as you take it in your hands and bring it to your nose, inhaling deeply. you shudder as the smell of his musk fills your nose, franks scent making you whine into the fabric as your desperate heat throbs at the thought of him. god you need him, so fucking bad..
you dont think before you move swiftly, stripping down from your pyjamas and wrapping the tshirt around your pillow as you straddle it, your slick instantly soaking through the shirt as you whine, rubbing your needy cunt across the fabric. it's almost as if youre possessed, the way you scramble for your phone so desperately, opening your facetime app and ringing him.
"shit sweetheart, you okay? never responded to my text-"
in any other situation youd feel bad for making frank worry so much, but your desire blinds you as you mewl at the sound of his voice, cutting off his anxieties as the sight for sore eyes that he is looking at you through the screen on your phone.
"frankieee..."
"what is it baby? you hurt? whats goin on?" frank springs into action, not fully understanding the situation just yet.
you giggle as you pan the camera lower, revealing yourself in full to him. the way your free hand desperately tugs at your exposed nipple, the rolls of your stomach moving in tandem with your hips as your visibly soaked cunt defiles his clothing, the sheen of sweat coating your thick thighs as you straddle and squeeze at the pillow below you. you watch the way Frank's pupils dilate and jaw goes slack, hypnotised by you and your body.
"need you so bad frankie.." your voice captivating like a siren as you moan and whine down the microphone, "so fucking wet for you baby, can't- can't stop."
"my poor girl, so fuckin' needy" the punisher coos at you, adjusting himself and his now aching cock on the camera, squeezing at his obvious bulge for you through his grey sweats "can't wait 2 days for me to come home, huh?"
you whine at the sight before you, embarrassing noises erupting from your mouth and sticky pussy filling his microphone like a symphony. "I miss you so- fuck so much baby. c-couldnt help m'self" you hiccup as your engorged clit catches deliciously on the fabric.
"shh shh sweetheart, its okay" he whispers as he reaches beneath his boxers and releases his dripping cock, showing the camera as he squeezes at the shaft before taking a bead of precum from his tip with his finger and spreading it around his girth. "make y'self feel good f'me, yeah? be a good girl doll, does it feel good?"
"mhmm.." you moan as you move the camera to your tits, your nipples peaked and flushed as you grab at your breasts as you flash him "wish y-you were here frank.. wish y-you were fillin' me up.. making me yours.. I miss you so b-bad.."
"all mine baby. just you wait doll face," he groans, fucking his fist at the sight of you, eyes rolling to the back of his head
"second im home sweetheart, y'ain't leaving that bed yeah? gonna make ya feel so good, show just how much.. how much I missed ya too.. so fuckin' sweet f'me, givin' me such a pretty show.. luckiest bastard alive." his words make you moan, orgasm imminent as your slick completely drenches his shirt and your pillow, panning your camera even lower to your heat.
"s-so close frank, fuck"
"thas it doll, cum for me sweet thing. dont you fuckin' stop. my pretty girl, always so good f'm, so needy for your frankie... shit 'm almost there too, gonna fill ya up so good when 'm home doll, gonna feel me f'days...."
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cw ─ omegaverse pet play esk size kink reader gets called "dog", "mutt" & "puppy/pup" fingering unprotected sex breeding knotting
stumbling around new york city may not have been the smartest idea you've ever had, especially in your state, following the pungent pheromones that clogged the streets that lured you like cartoon characters and a freshly baked pie perched on a window sill... but it seemed like the only option at the time.
it certainly didn't help that the man you had latched yourself onto was impossible to find.
if the CIA couldn't find the punisher, how did you expect your inexperienced snout to? nevertheless, you kept sniffling and tripping over your own ankles to get to him.
your feet begged you to rest, having being tortured by the uneven grounds of new york for the sake of your poor, empty womb.
frank could smell you, a scent so sweet it almost made his teeth rot, your body releasing tempting pheromones to let him know of your heightened fertility, a silent plea for him to find you before someone else does.
he should finish the job at hand, bodies scattered around him and his knuckles bloodied and bruised as a result, but how was he expected to ignore the primal instincts that run so deep?
dropping the limp body in his hold to the floor with a crack, frank grunts and takes a deep, long inhale.
his boots are thudding down the streets within the second he catches where your scent is emanating from, squelching slightly with the fresh, sticky blood on the outsoles. his steps are harsh and rushed, uncharacteristically uncollected as he chases you down like prey.
and the state he finds you in is pathetic, eyes glossy and cheeks flushed, unsure of where you are or where you're going. all you know is frank's scent is getting stronger, flooding your senses, and you're not sure where it's coming from.
you yelp as a rough hand wraps around your upper arm, your back colliding with a firm chest. "stupid dog. what are you doin' out here, huh?"
the growl in his deep, gruff voice, makes your blood run hot, looking up at him with wide, almost hopeful eyes. you should know better than to be outside while in heat, and yet you still ventured from the warmth of your soiled bed after discovering the hard way that your own touch did very little to pacify your arousal.
"and you reek," he sneers, leaning closer— and you have to hold your breath. "move."
without giving you a chance to take a step, he tightens his grip on your arm and begins to drag you behind him. you struggle to keep up, still in a deluded, lustful state and hyperfixated on the big man guiding you through the backstreets of nyc.
he mutters under his breath when he feels you stumble behind him, something along the lines of 'pet-sitting'.
his dark eyes scan the surroundings as the apartment building he was crashing at under a false identity came into view, because he'd be damed before getting caught like this.
frank shoves the door open and herds you inside, heavy hands treating you more like an inconvenience rather than a direct consequence of him sinking his teeth into you.
"sit." he gruffs out, broad shoulders rolling as he shrugs his jacket off and sets it down, his now bare arms flexing like a cruel test on your self control.
but you obey, scrambling to the couch and sitting back on your calfs, cautious of leaving a wet spot on the fabric and embarrassing yourself further.
your dilated pupils track his unhurried movements as he steps closer to you, his features set into a frown-- almost a scowl. "you're lucky i found your ass before someone else did."
you nod along, shoulders hunching in a submissive cower under his intense gaze. you need him painfully so, but you don't want to find out what would happen if you tried to paw at his crotch while he's clearly unhappy with you.
frank grunts, because you're so obviously not listening, his thick fingers threading into your hair and tugging slightly to refocus your attention. "you're a bad girl."
his breath is hot on your face as he speaks, watching the way you frown at the degradation like a kicked puppy. "i just... i need--"
"yeah, i know," frank murmurs, cutting you off. he knew exactly what you needed, and even if he didn't, you reeked of it. "i know what you need."
a whimper bubbles in your throat as he tugs your head back a little more, his free hand lifting to unbuckle his belt slowly.
your breath catches, trying to lean closer. "please... please, please..."
"shut up," frank snaps, his belt hanging loosely on either side of his hips as he pops the button on his pants. his tone is as harsh, always is, but his thumb rubs against your head in an subtle act to soothe you. "don't beg me."
you're not sure what else to do but beg, so you sit there shaking and watching with wide eyes as his hand disappears into his pants to free himself from the confines.
his cock hangs heavy, twitching as blood pumps through the shaft, swelling just at the sight and smell of you.
"be good," frank murmurs, calloused hand wrapping around his cock and giving it a few long, slow strokes until he was fully hard. he jerks and leaks in front of your face, pre-cum drooling from the slit and dangling temptingly.
drool pools in your mouth like a starved animal, the puddle of slick in your panties spreading. the ache in your clit is almost unbearable at this point, but you want to be good for him.
"open."
your lips part immediately, tongue lolling out.
frank's fingers brush your cheek before pressing three of them on your tongue, humming in approval when you eagerly take them into your mouth and suck, soaking them in spit.
he shoves them further down your throat until you gag and your body flinches, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes. he slowly drags them out and brings his hand back to his cock, coating himself in your spit.
his shaft glistens in the low light of the living room, jutting out obscenely. "hands and knees."
you waste no time in scrambling into position on the couch, your body quivering with anticipation after waiting so painfully long.
frank's big hands slide over your back to grip your hips, tugging you back towards him so your ass was in the air and your chest was slumped against the leather.
your scent makes his nose scrunch as he pulls your shorts off, the dwindle of barriers and fabric making it so much stronger, to the point of it being too much to handle.
your poor panties are ruined, soaked through with slick until sheer and clinging to your swollen, throbbing pussy. the sight makes his cock jump where it presses against your thigh, jaw clenching.
your body shivers as he peels the fabric off, the cool air of his apartment nipping at your exposed, sensitive folds. your little hole clenches pathetically around nothing, slick dribbling from your hole and gathering around your aching clit.
you whimper, hips twitching back in search of relief.
frank shushes you again, his thumb rolling your clit around as one thick finger sinks into your needy pussy, pumping slowly.
it feels like beautiful torture. you're feining for his cock inside you, and a single finger is not nearly enough to soothe the ache in your gut.
you whine out your frustration against the couch and frank is quick to shush you, easing another finger aside the first. "need to stretch this hole before i fuck it, pup."
you're convinced you can take him based on how wet you are, but frank knows better. you're fucking soaked, yes, but he'd been away from you for a long time.. he knows you would only be in pain if he granted your horny wishes.
"please..." you whisper, gasping when his fingers crook inside you to rub against your walls. you hear him groan when your cunt squelches, trying to focus on working a third finger into you instead of the throbbing in his jeans.
frank never had time for sex. sometimes, late at night, he'd slip his hand into the front of his boxers to relieve some stress, but he could barely get a nut in before passing out from pure exhaustion, leaving his neglected cock twitching in a loose fist.
but you certainly bring out a different side of him. one that is wide awake, one that wants to own you.
you continue to babble pleas and nonsense as he grinds his fingers into you up to the knuckle, his other hand pressing against your lower back to keep you in place.
"can you cum for me, puppy?" frank murmurs, your cunt fluttering around his fingers when he pays some attention to your clit, trying to coax an orgasm from your body.
which isn't hard at all.
your body curls into itself as your pleasure peaks, your nails clawing at the couch. your own fingers do very little to satisfy you, especially during heat, but frank's? euphoric.
but they're still not his dick, not as thick or filling for your heat to be fully settled.
frank pulls his fingers out of you slowly, watching your stretched hole clench and your clit twitch as the bliss of your orgasm is chased off by renewed arousal just moments later.
it's borderline painful for you, he knows that.
he wraps his hand around his throbbing cock and steps closer, lips curling into a snarl as he presses the leaky head into you.
your pussy greedily swallows the thick inches he feeds you, your whine muffled against the couch as you're finally filled up by his cock.
your walls stretch and grasp at the ridges on his shaft until he's all the way in, heavy balls pressed to your clit. his hand grip your ass cheek to pull it to the side, groaning at the view of him buried inside you.
"is that good, baby?" he grumbles above you, and you nod frantically, panting heavily.
his hand slides down your back to tangle in your hair, holding your head down against the couch as he draws his hips back slowly.
they snap against you with enough force to make your body jolt, punching a moan out of you. "i know... takin' it so fucking good."
he continues the motion before setting a steadier pace, his head tilting back with a groan. he's trying to keep himself to together for your sake– he doesn't want to hurt you or overstimulate you.
meanwhile, you're delirious. loud moans and desperate whimpers fill frank's apartment like a porno, and if either of you were more coherent, you'd be worried about the neighbours filing a noise complaint.
but you can't focus on anything but the feeling of frank inside you, the swelling knot at the base of his cock nudging your hole every time his hips smack against your ass.
the pressure of your second orgasm building in your gut makes your eyes water, especially when his pace gets rougher and more demanding.
"come on, dog. come on." frank grunts through gritted teeth. he knows you're so close to cumminv, and as much as he wants it himself, he's determined to gift it to you first.
he hinges at the waist and drapes his heavy weight over your back, turning your head to the side and pressing his nose to the spot under your ear, inhaling your scent from the source.
his thighs clench, sinking his teeth into your throat and shoving his knot inside you with a wet pop, the heat of your cunt enveloping him completely.
it sends you over in an instant, shaking and bucking beneath him as a violent orgasm wracks through your body like a bullet.
frank groans against your neck as he feels you clench like a vice around him, gushing down your thighs. his hips twitch against your ass, biting harder on your flesh when he cums.
you feel the warmth flood inside you, unprotected and so much that it dribbles out around his cock.
"fuck..." he whispers gruffly, slumping against your back. he can immediately feel the satisfaction and relief radiating off of you even as you quiver and drool on his couch.
he lets you stay impaled on him for as long as you need after that, occasionally grinding his hips just so you can be reminded how full you were of his cum.
he didn't have the time for a pregnancy, not in his line of work. but right now, with you so happy and bred, he couldn't care.
18+ Big scary men who let you slap them during sex.
He’s massive beneath you — broad chest, thick arms, powerful thighs that could easily pin you down if he wanted. But right now he’s on his back, letting you ride him however you want. His hands rest on your hips, not guiding, just holding you steady as you sink down on him.
You lean forward, bracing one hand on his chest, and bring the other down hard across his cheek. The sound is sharp. His head snaps to the side with the force of it. A low, guttural groan rumbles out of his chest as he twitches hard inside you. “Fuck… do it again,” he rasps, voice wrecked.
You slap him again, harder this time, watching the way his eyes flutter and his jaw clenches. His hips buck up sharply, driving deeper into you. The sting on his cheek blooms red against his flushed skin, but he doesn’t stop you. If anything, he looks drunk on it. “Harder, baby,” he begs, voice hoarse. “I can take it.”
You ride him faster, grinding down on him while you slap him again and again. Each hit makes him groan louder, his grip on your hips tightening as he lets you use him. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, dark and hazy with lust.
When you finally come, clenching hard around him, you slap him one last time, right as your orgasm hits. That’s what breaks him. He groans deep and filthy, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every slap you land.
Afterward, he’s breathing hard, cheek bright red, but he pulls you down against his chest and kisses you soft and attentively. His hand strokes your back gently, almost apologetically, like he’s the one who should be sorry.
“Again next time?” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough.
You smile and kiss the reddened mark on his cheek.
he was a dream like no other, a man you had only read of in the candle lit light of your room. when he appeared at the dining table for the first time, clad in gold, you could hardly contain the fluttering in your stomach.
but the picture he shrewdly drew of himself for you was chased away when he knew, surely, that he had his fangs sunk deep enough into your untouched skin to keep you in his trap.
you had always pictured a beautiful wedding ceremony, especially after attending catherine and edgar's, one with more flowers and ribbons than any other. heathcliff had torn that from your grasp and ripped it to shreds, much like everything else he touched.
after complaint after complaint about the ache in your thighs, the brown stains marring the bottom of your wedding dress, heathcliff swept you off the muddy ground with one arm under your knees and the other around your waist, treading up to the withered house that you would ultimately call home.
your illusion of marriage and romance was quick to collapse when he pushed through the worn door, the house neglected and rotting from the inside out.
before you could take it all in, he lays you down on the rickety kitchen table carelessly, browned food and appliances digging into your corset.
you felt as though you were under a spell, one of wicked, dark magic that pulled you from everything you've ever known and left you at his mercy.
he roughly moves your legs over the edge of the table before leaning over you, his large hand tugging the ribbons on your corset to pull it open.
your eyes, bright and waiting, stay locked on his dark ones as he does so, so calculating and beautifully deceiving.
your head lifts when the harsh, yorkshire wind rattled the door, to which heathcliff pushes his palm against your forehead to keep you down, his other one still working on the ribbons. "don't move."
you swallow the lump in your throat, feeling the press of the corset's bones slacken around your waist. although it lets you breathe freely now, you still can't seem to to steady the soft pants puffing from your parted lips.
"you belong to me now," heathcliff states, leaning over you in a way that is almost threatening. "do you understand?"
you nod slowly, hypnotized.
his thick eyebrows twitch, gold tooth shimmering in the low light. "say it."
"i belong to you..." you whisper like it pained you to utter, even so quietly.
heathcliff hums lowly, his hand sliding down your body slowly. you try not to squirm, but you inevitably do whenever he is so generous to touch you.
even before you were deemed his wife, the slightest brush of his hand against yours made you blush and yearn for more of the warmth he left on your skin.
his ringed fingers twist into the fabric of your skirt, starting to pull it up, inch after inch of your legs being exposed to him and the cold air.
"this is your home now," he murmurs. he had stripped you of your purity and riches, forcing you to rot with him in wuthering heights until cathy cried out for his return.
"i am your home now," he punctuates his words with a rough tug of your skirt to bunch it up higher around your waist, making you gasp. "spread your legs."
you hesitate for a moment, it dawning on you that this was your consummation. this is how your marriage will be crowned.
but you know you have no power here, not in his house, and certainly not beneath him.
your legs part and lift slightly, the dainty white shoes you had picked out for the ceremony hovering a few inches above the table.
"very good," he says quietly, his hand cupping your inner thigh and sliding his thumb over the crotch of the pretty lace underwear you had chosen to wear in hopes of a romantic end to your wedding day.
but instead, he barely glances at the details of the trim, or how the fabric fits just right over your hips. in fact, he barely notices at all.
and the worst, frustrating part of it? you're already clenching with need under the damp fabric.
his rough fingers slide over your clothed pussy, scoffing quietly when he feels the residue of your arousal. you're under his spell, he could do anything to you and you'd still do anything for him.
"do you have any shame, wife?" he sneers, the muted crack of your panties ripping piercing your ears. "any dignity left at all?"
he had taken that from you too, he knew that.
you shake your head, keeping your eyes trained on him even as he looks away to follow his hand instead, his middle and ring finger sliding into your folds and trapping your clit between them.
"hm.. i guess not." he retorts, feeling you throb against him. he gives your clit a little pinch to hear you whimper before standing up straight, towering over you.
his footsteps are heavy on the cracked floorboards as he rounds the table to stand at the edge between your legs, tugging you roughly towards him.
he had taken you even before you agreed to marry him, fuelled by betrayal and heartbreak. you were a pathetically easy target, willing and eager to be loved by a man as handsome and powerful as him, and you gave your body up.
of course, he made it quite clear that he didn't love you at all, that you were merely a stage in his plan to break catherine's heart. and yet, you let him use you.
his heavy hands grip the backs of your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest to bare you to him completely. he watches your little hole flutter and clench for a moment before leaning down to press his wet, warm tongue to your slit, licking a long stripe.
you let out a choked moan at the sensation, your thighs twitching.
he lets out a little hum of satisfaction before pulling back again, one of his hands releasing the iron grip on your leg to unbuckle his belt. "do not make a fuss."
you nod obediently, looking up to the ceiling as you listen to his belt and zipper, your breathing becoming shakier.
the fairytales you read as child set high expectations of marriage and romance, the erotica you moved onto when you grew older set hidden desires alight and triggered wild fantasies that made your brain fuzz up— but heathcliff shattered all the expectations to pieces as soon as he got his hands on you.
he didn't give like the men in your books, he took until he was satisfied. and you knew, even on your supposedly sacred wedding night, it wouldn't differ.
"stop squirming." he gruffs, stepping closer to your quivering body. his hand slips inside his pants to pull out his cock, stroking slowly as precum beads at the slit.
you feel the blunt head swipe through your pussy, your wetness coating his shaft and making it glisten. his palm presses down against your abdomen to keep you in place as his cock breaches your entrance, filling and stretching you out to the shape of him.
your spine arches off the table with a soft whine, eyes squeezing shut. he's so big that it almost hurts, and it did the first time, but you've since learnt to grit your teeth and endure the sting until it eases.
heathcliff groans as he continues to sink deep into you, watching the way your cunt swallows him and keeps him there. you feel so unlike catherine, your body so desperate to be touched and connected to another that is almost amusing to him.
"my wife..." he mumbles, giving you merely a moment to adjust to the stretch before rutting into you.
you whimper, eyebrows knitted together as you let him have you. let him stretch you open and take you apart until every thought that's not of him slips from your mind.
you felt like sin, and as much as heathcliff longed for catherine, he couldn't disavow how good your cunt felt like this.
his hand slides up your body to your neck, fingers curling around your throat to hold you in place as his hips smack against yours, hard and wet.
moans slip from your mouth, your own hands coming up to hold onto his forearm for some stability.
his cock drags back and forth inside you, pulling out a little more than halfway before shoving you full again, punching the breath from your lungs each time.
his hand tightens slightly around your neck to drag you forward onto his shaft, the table creaking and rocking beneath you, threatening to give out under your shared weight.
heathcliff grunts and pants on top of you, his face scrunched up in pleasure and concentration. but his mind isn't fully engrossed on you, never is, especially when intimate.
even on your wedding night.
"heathcliff..." you whine out, your nails digging into his arm when he gets rougher, your body jolting with each thrust and your walls tightening.
he's quick to shush you, hiking his leg up to prop his knee of the edge of the table, the corner of his mouth twitching in a sort of snarl when you mewl at the change of angle.
"come on." he pants out, his free hand falling between your legs to find your clit, rubbing roughly.
a cry falls from your constricted throat at the added stimulation, your body writhing and twisting under him as your orgasm torments your body.
you look like an angel being possessed, and heathcliff loves it every time. he knows he has the power over your body, your mind and soul now, and the chances of you escaping his claws were low.
he groans as you leak around his dick, hips snapping harshly against yours before stilling deep inside you, the veins in his shaft twitching and his cum flooding your walls, hot and thick.
he holds himself there until his thudding heartbeats starts to slow, pulling his cock out of your twitching pussy to watch his cum flood out of you.
you'll never be the love of his life, but you're his wife now. his property. and he's made that quite clear.
nate's broad shoulders roll with a soft grunt in an attempt to shrug off his day's work. it doesn't suffice, instead he gravitates to the liquor cabinet and pours a generous dose of whiskey into a shallow glass, wincing slightly when the burn irritates his throat.
he's tired. working in construction was certainly not what he imagined he'd be doing after high school– after all those years ramming into other guys on the field, football under his arm, he landed himself on a construction sight.
the drills and hollering from sweaty coworkers continued to penetrate his ears in the quiet of his home, and he had learned the hard way that there was no healthy way to rid of it.
but alcohol and his fiancée seemed to temporarily help.
with the small glass clutched in his hand, he turned to the stairs and stalked up them in search of his other copium.
your phone buzzes from where it was held up on the stand, yet another frustrated message from the man who had paid you blinking at the top of your screen, complaining about your lack of service.
you were still new to this: actually getting paid for showing off your naked body instead of it being shared against your will like back in high school, but you hadn't expected such aggressive demand.
letting out a frustrated huff, you adjust your position on the bed and try to focus on looking erotic.
you slowly wag your ass side to side, arching your back to stick your ass out more prominently, looking over your shoulder to bite your bottom lip and give the camera some acknowledgement.
your arm reaches back to skim your fingers over your asscheek, letting out an exaggerated, high pitched gasp when you bring your hand down on the smooth flesh to inflict a little pain like requested.
"fucking–"
you jerk at the sound of nate's voice, sitting up slowly and giving your husband-to-be a sheepish look, like you had been caught with your hand in a cookie jar.
he knew of this... hobby you had taken up, but distanced himself from it entirely. if it kept you busy and quiet while he was at work, he could ignore it– the extra money was helpful too, if he was being honest.
"i was just... making content." you say quietly, watching his face contort into a scowl as he takes in your revealing outfit and your phone still recording behind you.
nate rubs a hand over his face, your current predicament not helping his case.
"i didn't... i didn't think you'd be home yet. did you get off early?"
your attempt at small talk does little to nothing to ease the blow, nate setting down the glass of whiskey with more force than necessary on the side table.
"the fuck are you doing?" he questions, voice laced with exasperation and anger. you can feel the tension in the bedroom rising, and it causes your pulse to quicken. "i mean, what– what are you even supposed to be?"
you look down at your costume, instinctively adjusting the tight corset to try cover more of your squished, exposed tits. you had a small, fluffy ball on the back of your panties, paired with a headband with two cute rabbit ears attached. "a bunny."
"jesus christ." nate grits out, looking over at your recording phone when it buzzes with another notification from the impatient man waiting to see his bride's body. "that shit still on?"
you glance back at your phone, avoiding eye contact with your own reflection out of embarrassment, and reach over to turn it off completely.
"leave it."
your finger halts before it could press on the red button at the bottom of your screen, retracting on command and looking back over at nate as he walks closer to the bed.
he leans down to you, dark eyes locking onto yours. he's intimidating, always has been. from your days in high school where he towered over every peer, ignored and poked fun at you and your friends, to trying to cook his meals to perfection in the kitchen you now shared, he was overawing.
"you want content?" nate sneers, nudging your chin up with a knuckle. "hm? how much you getting paid for this?"
"like... 100..." you murmur, feeling heat creep up your neck.
"tch," he reaches over you to snatch your phone from the stand, turning the camera around and holding it above you. his free hand drops to your hair, brushing it out of your face so he and the camera can get a good look at you. "how much do you think they'd pay to see you blowing me?"
"i don't know."
nate raises a brow, straightening up. "let's find out."
you shift slightly but reach up, fingers fumbling with his belt before successfully unbuckling it, undoing the button and flyer. you try look at him and not the camera he's shoving in your face, embarrassment making your stomach churn but desire making your blood run hot.
you sink your hand into his jeans and beneath his boxers, easing him out from the denim. his cock hangs heavy, twitching as blood pumps through the shaft.
he's not shy about being exposed on camera either. he knows he's big, impressively so, and he also knows that the men fantasizing about you will definitely be discouraged when he publishes the video on your account later.
"get my dick hard." he grunts out, your hand wrapping around his base at the familiar command. you start to slowly stroke, lips pressed to the tip of his cock as you work him to full hardness.
it doesn't take much, not with the power he was feeling over you.
you stick your tongue out for him (and the camera), swirling the wet muscle around his head before sucking it into your mouth, tasting the salty precum leaking from his slit.
nate hums in approval, his large hand sliding to the back of your head and guiding inch after inch of his cock past your glossed lips until he hits the back of your throat, smirking when you gag softly.
"i look so fucking big in your mouth..." he groans, your head starting to bop back and forth, tongue rubbing against the underside of his dick.
he takes a slight step closer to the bed, his fingers twisting in your hair to hold you in place as his hips press forward, his cock breaching your throat and making you gag more forcefully, tears pricking in your eyes.
he holds you there: your throat bulging with his imprint and a tear running down your cheek. its a pretty sight, so much that he lowers the phone still in his hold to give whoever were to watch this a closer look at the state you were already in, all because of him. "you like gagging on my cock, bunny?"
you whimper around him in response, nails digging into his thighs as he starts to rock his hips, pumping into your throat and triggering more gags, tears and drool that drops down onto your chest.
the wet clicking and slurping from your throat makes you internally cringe, but you endure the humiliation for the sake of your fiancé's pleasure and stress relief.
you huff shaky breaths through your nose, tears rolling down your cheeks and smudging the makeup you had spent so much time perfecting before hitting the record button. you gasp when he forces you to take all of him down your throat, your nose pressed into the dark hairs at the base and your body flinching with another retch, before abruptly pulling out.
he lets you take a few deep, ragged breaths as he takes over stroking his spit-coated cock over your face, grunting.
while you pant, his other hand comes down to roughly rub over your face, spread the saliva and tears over your cheeks and nose. he likes dirty, likes to make you look messy when he's fucking you. he's sure your viewers won't mind.
"ass up."
you scramble to turn around and situate on your hands and knees, sticking your ass out to him, your sticky face pressed against the mattress.
you hear him fumble around behind you, setting your phone back down on the stand before his hands slide over your ass, taking a moment to toy with the fuzzy ball on the back of your panties.
"cute." he murmurs before tugging them down your thighs.
his hands engulf your asscheeks, spreading you open to expose your holes. he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, dark eyes looking over at the camera to see how this dynamic looks from a broader perspective.
he looks huge stood behind you, even more so when he strips of his shirt to deliberately show off the muscles he had spent years chiselling to perfection. he gets off on it, being bigger than you. being bigger than everyone.
he turns his attention back to you, a glob of spit landing on your already glistening cunt, watching his dna drip between your folds. the men on that fucking app would empty their pockets for this.
he grips his cock again, sliding the tip through you pussy to spread his spit around before pressing against your hole and starting to push in.
your fingers twist in the sheets you clung to as his cock stretches you open, your inner walls greedily sucking him deeper and deeper until his hips press against your ass.
he groans as your warmth engulfs him, feeling you pulse around him like a heartbeat. he holds himself there, with you panting and impaled on his cock, slick leaking out around him and making his pubic hair sticky.
your toes curl with a whine as his hips pull back slowly, and like a slingshot, snap roughly against you a moment later.
he holds you in place and begins an almost punishing pace, your body jolting and recoiling at his thrusts, real moans spilling from your open mouth– real ones, not the exaggerated sort you put on for whoever was paying to hear them.
nate grits his teeth to avoid making any sound that would portray him as any less manly as he pounds into you, pressing a hand on the back of your head to keep you down. "that's fucking good..."
his murmured praise serves to spur you on, gripping the sheets tighter and clenching around him with increasing need, your thighs trembling softly.
your corset slides down and causes more of your breasts to spill out, bunny headband askew on your head from the treatment. its cute; you spent so much time on this look for another man, and now you were getting it fucked right off of you by your groom.
he gives your asscheek a smack to elicit a reaction, gripping the flesh before replacing the hand on the back of your head with his foot, his cock shifting and hitting deeper inside you.
his now free hand winds under you, three fingers finding your clit and rubbing just the way you like to feel you tighten up.
"n-nate..." his name falls from his lips in a broken, desperate whisper, eyes squeezing shut.
"yeah, i know..." he murmurs above you, eyes locked on his thick cock disappearing into you and your cunt clinging to him with a wet squelch. "you wanna cum on this dick?"
you nod as best as you could with his foot pressing your head to the bed, whimpering pathetically from the stimulation on your clit and his cock punching your g-spot over and over.
nate grits his teeth, landing another hit to your ass as you start to quiver and whine, using your grip on the sheets to try haul yourself off him.
"don't fucking run..." he grumbles, but you barely get an inch away anyway, held down by him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
he feels your pussy flutter and try to push him out while you cry under him, his thrusts getting rougher and his balls tightening, smacking against your clit.
letting out a rough groan, he finally pulls out and coats your throbbing cunt with ropes of cum, watching it drip into your clenching, empty hole.
he pants heavily, watching you slump down on the bed flat on your stomach and recover, your thighs still trembling and sticky from his cum. "see how much money that makes you."
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