Special Note. The characters are written in such a manner that you may decide whether you want to imagine them as humans or Recoms. Pick the version that turns you on most!
Pairing : Lyle Wainfleet x (fem) Reader
Rating : explicit 18+
Word count : ~ 3k
Warnings : shameless porn without plot, praise & degradation kink, dirty talk, just read it already it's all consensual, do you horny bastards even read these tags
Vibe : RDA, psychological vulnerability, slightly unbalanced (more rough than caring)
Context : in which you find yourself in a cramped closet with Lyle Wainfleet, having to come to terms with the fact that you enjoy letting him have his way with you.
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One moment you were storming down one of Bridgeheadâs many corridors and the next you were shoved into a minuscule closet with Wainfleetâs hands greedily pawing at you. It hadnât been planned, but you couldnât say it was the first time it had happened either.
Hi breathe was hot on your neck as he pressed you into the cold metal shelves of the small closet. Rough hands pushed and pulled at the fabric of your clothing, desperately searching for skin. He was in a rush today, usually practiced hands fumbling with impatience.
You frowned. âDonât rip my clothes you ape.â you whispered, "I canât walk out of here naked.â
He huffed. âThey canât know if youâve got on any underwear or not.â he stated confidently, rapidly tugging down your pants and making you gasp at the sudden movement. Before you could ask him what heâd meant his nimble fingers found your underwear and harshly pulled at the material, ripping them apart in one fluid motion. Another gasp escaped you, a mixture of disbelief and excitement at his brute force sending a wave of pleasure across your body.Â
âChrist, Lyle. I have a meeting coming up on the other side of base.â you complained half-heartedly.Â
Truthfully, you never accepted just how much you enjoyed letting him have his way with you.Â
He chuckled darkly, leaning in. âPerfect. Iâll be the only one to know youâre walking around work with no underwear, my cum dripping down your thighs.â he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with arousal. His words were so utterly lewd you couldnât think of anything to say in return. You could feel his erection, straining against the material of his fatigues as his teeth caught your lower lip, biting and tugging at the flushed skin. Your eyes fluttered closed and your lips parted in a silent moan, opening yourself up to him. âYou love it when Iâm rough with you, donât you?â he hissed, wrapping a firm hand around your neck. âLove it when I take control, when I do what I want with you.â He gave your throat a light squeeze. âIs that what you want? Huh? Want me to fuck you senseless right here in this shitty closet?â His breath fanned over your lips and you had to concentrate hard to form a sentence in your mind.Â
His free hand reached down and he slipped a finger inside you, the thick digit sliding effortlessly in. Your breath caught. You hadnât realized how wet you already were. âAnswer me.â he demanded.Â
âYes.â you quickly answered, scrambling to find your words. âI wantââ The sentence died in your throat as you felt his finger suddenly curl inside you. You moaned loudly, your hands desperately twisting in his shirt as he continued curling and uncurling his finger, repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you.
âCome on baby, use your words for me.â he pressed on, his tone low and sultry. You had to fight the urge to let your knees buckle, his hand around your throat keeping you firmly in place.
You swallowed down another moan. âYes, Lyle. Yes. Please yes. JustâFuck. Yes!â you pleaded. You didnât even know what you were asking or agreeing to, only that it all felt goodâ that Lyle felt good and you certainly didnât want any of it to stop.
âThatâs my girl.â he growled, planting a rough kiss on your lips and bending down between your legs, his finger still inside you. You finally let yourself slump down a bit, his grip on your throat now gone. Your hands quickly went to rest on his head. He immediately started working your clit with his tongue, not giving you a momentâs rest. He knew exactly what do and what buttons to push to get you to come. Ordinarily heâd tease you a bit, not quite giving you what you wanted until he had you writhing and begging underneath him, but today he was giving you exactly what you needed right away. You could already feel the delicious sensation of your release blooming deep in your core and knew you wouldnât last long.Â
âIâIâm already close.â you said to him between shallow pants.
He let out a low hum, his thumb on your thigh brushing your skin lightly. His tongue and finger kept working you tirelessly as your pleasure kept growing inside you, expanding until it already felt like you were teetering on the edge of your release. You looked down and the sight of him kneeling between your legs, the hard muscles of his arm and broad shoulders contracting as he fingered you pushed you over the edge. You came, nails clawing uncontrollably at his head and shoulders, loud moans leaving your lips. He didnât stop, even as you mindlessly ground up against his mouth. You werenât thinking anymore, only feeling, and the sensation was liberating. He made sure to draw out your orgasm, the wet and pliable muscle of his tongue rubbing against your clit until you started shaking and squirming from the overstimulation. He gave your clit a final lap, making you shudder, before leaning back and slowly slipping his finger out. He was looking up at you intently, sweating and panting with a wide grin on his face as he brought his finger up to his lips. You watched, transfixed, as he sucked it clean, the glistening digit sliding languidly between his lips. He was tasting you. The thought had you digging your nails into his shoulders. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got up, removing your shirt before taking a step back to pull his over his head and unbuckle his pants. His gaze was fixed onto yours as he dropped his underwear, his hard cock springing free. You couldnât help but look at him, a fresh wave of arousal coiling low in your gut again at the thought of feeling him inside you. He stepped forward, towering over you as he placed both his hands on the shelves behind, effectively caging you in with his large frame.Â
âAlright buttercup. You ready?â he teased, his tone arrogant.Â
You cocked an eyebrow up at him. âTough guy, huh?â Â
You turned around and pressed your ass against his hard cock, relishing the loud hiss that escaped him. His hands immediately found your ass, squeezing and kneading at the soft skin, spreading your cheeks apart. You ground back against him impatiently. âJust fuck me already Wainfleet.â you challenged.
âI should make you wait for it.â he growled, giving your ass a firm slap, the sound loud in the small space. âMake you beg for it.â
You arched back, pressing yourself harder against him. âShut up.â you spat out.
He breathed a laugh. âYou think you can talk to me like that?â he whispered in your ear, his voice low and dangerous. His hand snaked around your waist, slowly travelling down your stomach. âBad, bad girlâŠâ he trailed off as his fingers finally reached your clit.Â
You spread your legs a little wider, expecting him to touch you the way he always did, and your knees nearly buckled as his hand suddenly landed onto your clit in a light slap instead. You gasped in surprise, toes curling as a jolt of pleasure travelled inside you. âYeah. Thought youâd like that.â he said with a smirk on his lips as you jerked against him from another spank.
Your eyes were squeezed shut as he kept spanking you, the constant stimulation an assault to your sensitive clit, swollen and pulsing at the overstimulation. It felt like all your nerves were on fire, heat spreading through you and electricity crawling under your skin. The sensation had you gasping and moaning, writhing and jerking in his arms, a strange push and pull of wanting it to stop but continue at the same time. You were trapped between Lyle and the cold metal shelves, completely at his mercy.Â
âLyle stop.â you suddenly blurted out.Â
His hand immediately stilled.
For a moment you were both silent, only the sounds of your breathing filling the small closet.
âI want you inside me.â you said quietly, still facing the shelving.
âBeg for it.â he replied drily.
You paused. You could feel your cheeks burn. âLyleâŠâ you trailed off, a wave of shame washing over you.
âBeg for it.â he repeated, unaware of your unease. âI know you love it when I give you orders. Beg for it.â he said firmly.
You stayed quiet, still not turning around.
It took Lyle a moment before the realization hit him.Â
âHey⊠Hey, itâs okay.â he cooed. His voice was unexpectedly quiet. âItâs me. No need to feel ashamed.â
You swallowed thickly. This wasnât the first time youâd felt embarrassed for enjoying his harsh ministrations so much, although youâd never told him about it. Or stopped him for it. It was like an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Heâd clearly always known of your struggle to accept your submissiveness, but had never brought it up and you appreciated that he always gave you exactly what you wanted without making you feel ashamed about it. Itâs one of the reasons you kept going back to him.Â
The only one judging you was yourself.
And the only one putting a stop to your pleasure was yourself.
âWe can do this differently if you want. Iâm okay with it.â he whispered, his fingers gently combing through your hair.
You took a deep breath. If he wasnât judging you and took just as much pleasure dominating you as you did being dominated, then why should you?Â
âNo, I⊠I like it. When you order me around.â you said carefully. Your voice was barely above a whisper. It felt like you had to push every word out, but you felt proud for saying it out loud.
Lyle was quiet before he spoke.
âSay it again.â he whispered.
Your breath caught. âI⊠like it. When you order me around.â you repeated a bit more confidently.
His fingers traced down the length of your spine. You shivered.
Your cheeks burned. âI like it when you order me around.â
His fingers grazed the skin of your ass. Your hipbone. Your thigh. He pressed himself a little harder against you. âWhat else do you like?â he asked, voice low.
You gasped. His skin was hot against yours, his body like a wall of muscle behind you, sturdy and firm. You could feel a familiar heat pooling between your legs. âI like it when you talk dirty.â you admitted.
He hummed. âSoâŠyou like it when I push you down against your bed? When I tell you to take it like a good girl?â he pretended to ask innocently. âWhat about when I make you choke on my cock or I fill you with my cum, you like that too?â His hands rested on your hips, digging into the smooth flesh.
You had closed your eyes, images of your previous rendezvous replaying in your mind. âI love it.â you whispered, almost breathless from the memories.
âFuck.â he cursed, his voice deeper than before.
His grip tightened on your hips and a quiet moan escaped your lips. He was fully erect, his cock pressing insistently against your ass.Â
He let out a shaky exhale. âLet me have you.â he whispered in your hair.
Warmth spread across your body. âIâm all yours.â you breathed.Â
âFuck.â he grunted and gave your ass a sharp slap, the sound loud in the small space. You arched back with a moan. He guided himself to your entrance, pressing himself inside you and stretching you out as he buried himself fully with a single thrust. You both moaned at the sensation. He slid himself almost fully out before rapidly pulling you back onto his cock, his hips simultaneously slamming forward. You cried out in pleasure. âI know baby, I know.â he cooed as he immediately started fucking you relentlessly. He didnât start off slow, didnât wait for you to fully habituate to his size. With every snap of his hips he stretched you out, opening you up more and more for him. The slightly burning sensation was lost amidst the pleasure it gave you, moans spilling freely from your lips. You were holding onto the shelf in front of you, which was rattling loudly from your movements. Â
âLook at you, fuckinâ moaning like a whore.â His grip on your hips was bruising and his voice rough like gravel. âYouâre my little slut, aren't you?â
You moaned in response, your mind a complete blank.Â
"Yeah. You're mine." he grunted.
He reached up, his calloused hands pawing at your breasts. You tried to press yourself into his touch, but there wasnât much room for movement between him and the shelves. His pace slowed down, giving you time to catch your breath. Or so you thought.
He suddenly gave you a single, particularly hard thrust as he tugged on your nipples. The combined movements sent a jolt straight to your cunt and you cried out again, his name spilling from your lips.
âGod I love the sounds you make.â he whispered almost to himself, picking up the pace again. âCome on baby, I know you can take it. Be a good girl and take it.â
He drove himself deeper and deeper into your wet heat with every harsh slap of his hips, feeling his release quickly approaching.Â
âYou feel so damn good.â he panted âGonna fill you up real good with my cum.â
âWaitâI want to see you come.â you said rapidly, twisting back to look at him as best you could.
âFuck.â was his only reply as he quickly pulled out and spun you around, doing quick work of lifting your leg up by the knee and sliding himself back into you. You were always impressed by his sheer strength and let your eyes roam over his entire body hungrily. He was holding you close, an arm wrapped around you and the other keeping your leg up while he continued thrusting into you. You held onto him tightly, nails digging into his back as you lost your balance with every thrust. A sheen layer of sweat covered him, making his skin glisten in the low light. His brows were furrowed in effort, muscles taut as he fucked you. He smelled of Lyle and sex, something silky and tangy mixed with sweat. It was all intoxicating and when you looked up he was staring directly at you, his eyes fixed onto your flushed face. You felt your blush deepen and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your faces together, breathing each other in.
âCome inside me.â you cut him off, panting against his lips. âPlease, Lyle. I want your cum inside me.âÂ
âShitââ he groaned. He came, hips stilling against yours as he buried himself impossibly deep inside you. You were trapped between him and the shelves, the metal digging into your skin. The uncomfortable sensation was lost on you as he spilled himself inside you, the familiar heat of his cum spreading with every throb of his cock. You loved watching him like this, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed in pleasure as he emptied himself in your heat. He always found a way to remind you that you were his, but in this instant it felt like he was yours too. You were suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him deeply and so you did, hand cupping his face as he moaned into your mouth. His eyes flew open, blown pupils and long lashes pinning you in place. You stayed like this, chests heaving and sweat covered bodies pressed together as close as possible. He watched you as you wiped the sweat from his face, eyes still glazed over as he slowly came back to his senses. Slowly he slid out of you and gingerly put your leg down. You felt the mix of his cum and your slick immediately spill out. It dripped down your thighs, leaking onto the floor. You grimaced at the sensation. Lyle instantly grabbed a roll of toilet paper from a shelf behind you, getting to work cleaning you up.
âConvenientâ you said with a tired smile.
He looked up at you, a grin plastered on his face. âFuck that was good.â
He rummaged through the shelves and found a bag, shoving the paper and your ripped underwear inside it. You bit your lip at the sight of the destroyed garment.
âBut donât you ever shy out on me like that again.â he said calmly. âFuckinâ scared me at first. Thought Iâd hurt you or somethinâ. âÂ
You looked away, smiling.Â
You both got dressed quickly, deciding youâd pass by your room to get cleaned up â too bad if you were late for your meeting.
You turned to unlock the closet door and froze.
âWait. Did you even lock the door?â you asked him.
He looked at you. âNoâŠI didn't even think about it.âÂ
You stared at each other for a beat before bursting out in laughter.
Lyle shrugged. âNo one walks through this wing anyways.â he said sheepishly.
âAre you serious?!â you said in disbelief, still chuckling as you opened the door and walked out.
âWhat?â he asked, following you with his signature shit-eating grin on his face. âIt wasnât exactly hard to figure out what we were up to either.â
You turned to him as you kept walking. âExactly, what if someone had decided to open the door on us?âÂ
He shrugged again. âLike I said, good thing no one uses this wing.â he replied cooly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.
You rolled your eyes. âAnd good thing for you youâre good in bed.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?âÂ
You both laughed, walking along the empty corridor.
