Knife Play
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F.P Jones x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1234
Warnings: SMUT
Summary: You and your boyfriend are in your twenties and decide to role-play
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I sat in the comfort of my bedroom, which had a soft glow from my lamp. I was finishing some paperwork as I talked to my friend on my phone. I reached out to my nightstand to grab a pen when I heard the sound of a door closing. I froze, I lived alone…
My heart started to race and I quickly excused myself from my friend. I walked over to my door, pressing my ear to it. All I heard was silence, so I shrugged. I played it off that it was my mind playing tricks on me. My phone started to ring, thinking it was just my friend calling me back, I picked it up.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey babe.” I heard and my eyes widened.
“FP?” I asked, quietly.
“You look so pretty in that nightgown… Are you wearing anything underneath?” He asked and I gulped.
“W-What?” I stuttered and he chuckled.
“You really think you could just walk away?” He asked and I gulped.
“I-I’ll call the police.” I said and he laughed.
“I need you to listen to me very carefully, you’re gonna walk down to the living room slowly. You’re gonna run and I’m gonna catch you. If you don’t come down, I’ll just come up and get you.” He said then hung up. My heart was pounding and I could feel tears start to form in my eyes. I thought about climbing out the window, but I knew he’d find me. The next best thing is to block the door and call the cops. I step towards my desk chair, but suddenly felt a blade pressed against my neck.
“Shhhh, behave now.” He shushed me before I could scream.
“I told you to listen.” He cooed in my ear.
“Please, don’t.” I begged.
“Listen to me, alright?” He said and I slowly nodded my head.
“Good girl. I want you to lie down on your bed and stay there. Don’t you move, scream, talk, nothin’ unless I tell you to.” I nodded once again and he slowly removed the knife from my neck. I did as he asked and lay on the bed, but didn’t let the tears fall. I looked up at FP and watched him get on the bed, tossing the knife to the side as he pinned me down.
“You really shouldn’t have fuckin’ left.” He mumbled as he ran his rough hands up and down my thighs. He stopped at the hem of my underwear.
“You wear this just for me?” He asked as he pulled them down. I was trying to get him off me by pushing his shoulder, but he was stronger.
“I have a-”
“Not anymore, I took care of him for ya.” He cut me off with a smile.
“What are you doing this?” I sobbed, trying to get away from his touch.
“I love you, so much and you just had to leave. I knew I’d find ya, but it’s still annoyin’” He said and I kept trying to push him off. He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my waist so my face was pushed into my pillows and my ass was in the air.
“You’re bein’ a fuckin’ brat.” He growled. He pulled my underwear down and smacked my ass with one hand while holding my waist still with the other. He forcefully spread my legs and smacked my wet pussy hard. I let out a yelp, but he rubbed my clit with his thumb to soothe me. He pressed kisses to my cheek and I tried to move my face away.
“You don’t like my kisses?” He asked, leaning in again to give me a few more. I scrunched up my face and tried to move away.
“Gonna make you feel real good baby. I’m gonna make my little pussy cream all over my cock.” He said, grabbing the knife and bringing it back to my neck. He pulled himself out of his boxers and started to line himself up.
“I would stretch you out a bit first, but you’ve been a naughty little bitch and you’re already drippin’ for me.” He said, I could hear the smile in his voice. I screamed as I felt his fat tip press against my entrance.
“Shhh, it’s only the tip.” He muttered, slowly easing himself in. I finally felt his tip pressing against my cervix.
“It’s too big! Too much… Too big…” I hissed, squeezing down on his cock. I could hardly move since the knife was at my throat.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, fuck I missed this pussy.” He grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust. I whined and tried to pull away from his grip.
“Keep cryin’ baby, it’s only making me harder.” He grunted, and my tears continued to stream down my cheeks.
He was pounding into me now. He was going hard and fast, I wished I could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he repeatedly hit my sweet spot.
“Stop FP!” I whined. He hushed me, by tossing the knife onto the bed against and covering my mouth.
“I should cum inside you, knock you up that way you’ll never leave me again.” He breathed out, letting go of my face only to wrap it around my neck.
“No! No, please! Don’t FP!” I cried out.
He let go of my neck and threw me back down so I was pushed into the mattress again. He gripped my sheets and grabbed the knife again.
“That’s the knife I used to take care of that boyfriend of yours.” He said, gently scraping it down my back. He used his other hand to start rubbing my clit.
“I’m Cumming!” I moaned, my body arching as I gave into his touch. I could feel my skin breaking under the knife.
“That’s it, baby, cum all over my cock.” He encouraged. I shut my eyes tightly as the white-hot explosion consumes me.
“Atta girl, see? I knew you could be so good for me.” He thrusted once more hard and deep, shooting his load inside me. I whined at the feeling and he groaned.
He pulled out of me, pushing two fingers inside to keep his cum inside. He leaned down and bit my right ass cheek. I let out a little scream then he flipped me onto my back. He gently dragged his knife down to my thighs and started carving a little FP into my inner thigh. I tried now to move around too much, but I let out a little whimper of pain.
“There we go, all mine.” He smiled. I could feel the exhaustion taking over, but he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. I heard him toss the knife to the floor and he moved to cuddle me.
“How ya feelin’ darlin’?” He asked and I gave a small smile.
“So good, the killing of the boyfriend was a nice touch this time.” I said and he chuckled.
“Glad you liked it.” He said and kissed my temple.
“Now you relax, we gotta take care of that little mark I gave you.” He said and I groaned.
“But I’m tired.” I said and he chuckled again.
“I know. You just lay there and look pretty, I’ll do all the work.” He said and I smiled, letting the tiredness win and my eyes gently shut.
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