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 schoolā 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.
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.
"fuckingā"
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 itā 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, whatā 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.
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 mouthā 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."
ā¦ your favorite snacks are always tucked away in his football bag. he never announces itājust slides it your way wordlessly, like heās silently saying āthought of you.ā
ā¦ even as friends, he secretly loves it when you drag him to victorias secret. he likes seeing you choose him over the girls. watching your hand hover shyly over delicate lace panties with the bows . heāll nudge your shoulder, grinning like he owns that moment.
ā¦ one time he saw you tearing up at the sigh of ur stomach, so he took you to get ur belly pierced. only glanced at the diamond sectionā nothing less for his angel
ā¦ heās not one for baking sweets or even eating them usually, but heāll do it for you. measuring, mixing, every step serious once he starts. and when the cupcakes flop, his ears turn a light shade of pink.
ā¦ he tickles you like itās a game only he knows the rules to, watching your anklet dangle just right. he hasnāt quite figured out how to make it dangle exactly the way he wantsā¦ not yet. (;
ā¦ he enjoys hovering over youānot just for the thrill, but because it makes him feel like your protector. he loves how instinctively soft and submissive you get the second you catch him lingering close.
ā¦ when you go off on him, he doesnāt raise his voice or match your fire. instead, he leans in, low and teasing, and calls you āmama,ā like itās a secret meant just for you.
ā¦ his jaw tightens when you call him a friend. eyes flick to every guy near you, scanning, sizing up. he canāt help but rest his hand on your thigh if he senses even a glance from someone else, a quiet warning only you can feel.
ā¦ if you wanted, heād lotion your plush soft thighs, always sneaking a playful slap just under your buttānot on it directlyāteasing, protective, quietly obsessed. he pays extra attention to ur stretch marks when he lotions because he loves how they look on you.
caleb loves fucking you stupid. a part of him rejoices whenever he fucks you to the point where you are a babbling, sobbing mess. his hand prints decorated over your curves and thighs just because how insatiable he is. how hard he holds you, hands imprinted like markings and brandings that only belongs to gege.
"please-please-please-" is all you're left with, his angry, thick cock with prominent ridges busting your sopping pussy open, a mixture of his slick and yours seeping down with the pressure of his thrusts, every sound of his balls slapping against your crack makes you dizzy.
caleb's always been the person to go the extra mile, to hold you still while his cock drills you up, while your smug brattiness melts into helpless whines and forced submission. don't get me wrong, he loves his bratty meimei. he created bratty meimei. but he also loves tear-drenched, red-nosed, sniffling meimei who needs gege to make it better.
"ssh, i know. gege's cock is such a bully." he teases, not stopping in the fervor of his thrusts. "but your pussy's got no choice baby, gotta take me in over and over, yeah?"
he makes sure you understand that you have no choice but to take it, that you know he won't stop. and that you know you don't want him to stop at all. "ngh~ don't stop- caleb-" it's how insatiable his little girl is that swells his heart up.
"oh not gonna, pretty girl..." he leans in, letting his weighted thrusts nudge and jerk your body forward, his hands gripping at your waist and watching you clench up all over again, leaking like a broken faucet, eager to cum on his cock.
"be a good girl and cum for me." he commands. he's nowhere near to being done yet :D
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