Rockstar Sex Slave: YUNGBLUD x Reader
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Okay, LOOK, I wrote this for Kinktober but I'm slow as fuck sooooo here's Chapter 1. I haven't even finished writing Chapter two yet so I guess we'll see how this goes. Definitely comment below if you want to be tagged in Chapter 2! I'll also probably post this on AO3 (I have the same username there) so if you prefer to read over there, be on the look out for me to post it! <3
We actually have quite a few chapters out now! All the next chapters are linked at the bottom!!!
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This is a Golden Age of Emo Rock AU where a young Gerard way, Ronnie Radke, Andy Beirsack and Yungblud at his current magnitude are all on tour together. And what better way is there to chill out in the tour bus after their performances than to take salacious advantage of the woman they hired to travel with them, just to help take the edge off… This is a messy, disgusting, erotic, dirty rockstar fic so maybe read through the list below! <3 (6.4k)
- Impact Play
- Anonymous Sex
- Multiple Partners
- Dirty Talk
- Degradation
- Praise
- Exchanging Nude Photos/Videos
- Phone Sex/Sexting
- Jerking Off with Panties
- Use of Drugs
- Smoking
- Drinking Alcohol
Some of those are not included in this particular chapter but I know they'll be included later, but also this is an ever growing list that I'll add to as I write. <3
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“This is the best day ever. Do you want to know why it’s the best day ever?”
“Because you got an interview.”
“BECAUSE I GOT AN INTERVIEW.” I echoed. My friend laughed. “And how are we celebrating?”
“Correction! You’re gonna get drunk and I’m gonna get laid!” I said, downing the last of my drink. Shannon chuckled.
“How do you know this job is even gonna be any count? You emailed in your resume, and just got an email saying you got the interview, you don’t even know who you’re gonna work for! What if this is some secret government CIA experiment job?” She asked.
“Oh please! Have faith in the whimsy of life! Let the wind blow you where it may. And let me blow the next hot man I see. Ah- him.” I said, pointing. She looked to where I was pointing.
“Damn. He is hot.” She muttered. The man I’d pointed out was leaning against a far wall talking with another man who was a bit shorter. He had chin length, dark hair that looked like it had been messily pushed back. Black eyeliner was smudged around his intense eyes. I think they were green. He looked tall- or at least taller than me. I looked over at Shannon. She was looking him up and down, seeming to size him up.
“Wish me luck.” I murmured, grinning.
“Luck.” Shannon said back. I stood up from my seat as she waved over the bartender, ordering another sex on the beach so she’d have something to sip while she watched me work. I suppressed a grin as I made my way through the crowd, getting closer but not too close. I danced on the cusp of the dance floor, just in front of his line of vision. I suddenly felt someone press themselves into my back. I looked back over my shoulder only to find the most grotesque looking man I’d ever seen in my life. His hair was stringy and disgusting. I looked over at Shannon and she was shaking her head vigorously and mouthing something like ‘abort!’ “ABORT!’ and I wasn’t quite sure if that was a message to me or if she was wishing out loud that his mother had gotten one. Either way, I peeled myself away from him, pushing my way away from him only for him to attach himself to my backside again like some kind of fucked up magnet.
“God dammit, can you not take a fucking hint?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Ahaha… what?” He asked, he, of course, had that annoying f-boy laugh. I stopped dancing completely and turned to face him, looking him directly in his eyes.
“I do not want to dance with you.” I said, flatly and loudly.
“Oh, come on baby, how do you know what you want if you haven’t even tried it yet?” He asked.
“Oh trust me. I know what I want. And it’s not you. So thanks- but no thanks.”
“Psh- come on, don’t be like that-” The man was silenced as a hand landed on his shoulder. The man I’d had my eye on leaned in close to his ear.
“I think it’s time for you to go, mate.” He said. He had a sharp accent and it only made him more attractive. The guy that’d been hitting on me looked visibly shaken as he finally backed off, going to find a new potential victim. I looked back over at Shannon who had her hand firmly anchored on the chest of one of the security guys who was bent in to her, watching as she pointed the man out. I turned back to the dark haired man who I soon realized wasn’t even there. He’d tucked himself back against the wall, now just sipping his drink and surveying the crowd. I headed over, leaning in close to him since the room was reasonably loud. He leaned in towards me too.
“You gonna let me thank you?” I asked.
“You gonna pretend you weren’t staring at me across the dance floor a few minutes ago?” He asked. I blushed.
“Okay, I’ll admit, I thought you were cute. Let me buy you a drink.” I relented.
“I can tell by the look in your eyes, that’s not what you really want.” A grin spread across my face and a similar one spread across his. His plump lips looked perfectly kissable.
“How about we get out of here so I can tell you in detail exactly what I want.”
“Ah- so you’re the dominant type…” He murmured with a sly little smirk, raising his glass to his lips. “Well go on them, I’m all ears.” He relaxed back against the wall. I couldn’t help but to blush, my ears burning as my mind raced through all the salacious things I could say. If I was going to do this, I might as well do it. I reached up, taking his drink from his hand and taking a sip of it. It was a whiskey coke. Not something I usually went for, but it was nice. I leaned up to his ear, pressing the cold glass against the thin fabric of his shirt so the chill shot straight to his chest.
“I’d like for you to walk me to the bathroom so you can have your way with me. I’m celebrating a big win tonight, so I hope whatever you’ve got going on down there is more than enough to satisfy me.” My lips grazed against his ear as I spoke, my voice coming out quiet and raspy as if I’d just woken up. I nipped at his earlobe with my front teeth before pulling back and meeting his gaze, now very obviously aflame with desire. I placed his drink down on the nearby table before reaching down with my newly free hand, cupping it over the ever-growing tent in his pants. “Women’s restroom, first stall. I’ll be waiting.” I turned and sauntered my happy ass across the dance floor, cocking an eyebrow at Shannon when she gave me an impressed look. I made my way to the bathroom, chancing a look over my shoulder to see the man’s eyes glued to my backside over the rim of his glass. I ducked into the hall and into the bathroom, going into the first stall. I soon heard the door open and someone enter before they paused, probably looking to see if the other stalls were empty. They were. They locked the door.
“Since there’s no one else here, why don’t we do it in front of the mirror?” He asked. I exited the stall, a blush dusting itself across my face.
“That’s a wonderful idea.” I murmured, reaching up and laying my hand on his cheek. His cheekbones were like ones you’d find on a male model and his jawline could cut glass. He bent into me and pressed his lips to mine, rough and fast. There was a kind of hurried neediness in his movements. I broke my lips away from his.
“What’s your name, anyway?” I asked, panting slightly as I laced my fingers in his hair. “I need to know what name I’m gonna be moaning in five minutes.”
“You can call me Dom.” I chuckled.
“Is that your name or what you are?” He smirked. I leaned up, not kissing him, but just parting my lips, blowing out a breath.
“Fuck.” He breathed. I let go of his hair and brought my hands to the front of his shirt, starting to undo the buttons.
“Just lemme see…” I exhaled. He grinned, reaching down, gripping my wrists with one hand and using them to turn me around so I was facing the mirror. He pushed his hips against my ass so my body was pressed hard into the counter and my body was bent over it. He took his free hand and ran it down my ass, palming it.
“Fuck… that’s it.” He spat, grinding against me. My eyes were glued to his face in the mirror. He had his bottom lip caught between his teeth. I could feel his cock rhythmically pressing against my ass before he shifted and started rocking his hips against my entrance. My dress was pushed up so only my thin cotton panties covered me. He backed off with his hips, reaching between my legs and pushing my panties to the side, letting his thumb glide down my slit, letting it land on my clit. My grip tightened on the edge of the sink, my fingers no doubt turning white as his thumb circled me mesmerizingly. I felt my knees go weak. “God, gorgeous, you’re gonna cum before we even get started.” He mused, taking his thumb back and popping it into his mouth.
“Then you’d better get started.” He laughed, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. I saw his arm move like he was reaching into his back pocket. He pulled something out and held it up in the mirror. A condom. “Thank you.” I said, flashing him a smile. He opened it with his teeth and rolled it on. I reached under my dress, pushing my panties down. They fell down my legs and I stepped out of them, leaning down slow and picking them up. He reached around me and laid his hand on the bundle of white fabric in my hands. I met his eyes in the mirror, furrowing my brow as he took my panties, slipping them into his coat pocket.
“Just a little souvenir.” He whispered, taking his cock by the base and running the tip up and down my slit. A groan clawed its way out of my throat as he pushed a hand up my back, forcing my body to lean forward. He gently pushed forward, taking more care than I expected. The head of his cock breached my entrance and I sucked in a breath. He filled me completely.
“Oh god!” I whispered. I looked up in the mirror. His face was flushed and his eyes were glued between us where his hips met mine over and over.
“God you feel so fucking good…” He whispered.
“Let me see those pretty green eyes.” I murmured. His lips parted and he looked in the mirror. “That’s it, handsome.” I said, clenching my walls around him. A whimper fell from his perfectly plump lips. Maybe he wasn’t as much of a dom as I originally thought. I smirked. If I played my cards right, I could make this so much better for myself. I straightened and he backed off as I turned around. I reached up, taking his chin in my hand. I pecked those gorgeous lips of his before looking down at his glorious cock. It was positively pretty. “Get on your knees.” I whispered. He slowly sank to his knees in front of me, staring up into my face, his gorgeous green eyes staring into mine. The eyeliner smudged around them only served to enhance them. I perched my ass on the sink and he immediately took his place between my legs. He wasted no time licking up my slit and taking my clit into his mouth, starting to work his tongue against it. I reached down, taking a fist full of his dark hair, tugging hard. He broke away from me, whimpering. He instantly dove back in, his eyes fluttering closed as he ate me out like a man starved. I saw his arm moving under the sink and I knew what he was doing. “Let me see those pretty eyes…” I repeated. He looked up at me, his chest heaving. He was close already. “Take your fucking hands off that pretty cock.” I growled, tugging his hair hard.
He worked his tongue against me and I felt my body melt a little. He raised both hands above the sink where I could see them. I reached out, grabbing them both and anchoring them on my chest. He palmed my breasts and dragged one hand down my stomach, between my legs, pressing two fingers into me. My head lolled back and my chest heaved with a heavy groan. I panted as he worked and I looked down between my legs to find those gorgeous eyes staring up into mine. They glistened in a way that looked positively pornographic in the bathroom’s low light. I pulled hard at his hair as my leg muscles tensed. I hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, my thighs begging to squeeze around his head.
“Go ahead, pretty girl.” He said. He was moving his fingers in a come-here motion. With his permission, my legs moved on their own, locking around his head as my body seized, white-hot pleasure coursing through my veins. “That’s it, gorgeous, that’s fucking it.” He whispered, pulling his fingers out of me as I shook. He stood, but I kept my hand square in his hair, guiding his lips to mine.
“Mmh… now you deserve it.” I whispered against his glorious mouth.
“Yeah.” I confirmed, nodding. His lips parted, begging to feel mine. “You did so fucking good…” I whispered, taking his bottom lip into my mouth. He tasted of sex and I knew the bathroom would soon be clouded with the scent of it. As soon as I’d taken his bottom lip into my mouth, his hands shot to my face. I sank my teeth into the supple flesh of his lip and he sucked in a deep breath, breaking away from me.
“Fuck!” He grunted. He raised his hand and I looked deep into his eyes as I panted. I gave him a slight nod, almost imperceptible. He struck me hard across the face. The red-hot sting spread out over my cheek, sending lightning down my spine. His mouth gaped as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit. I met his green eyes as he gently pushed into me. “Oh, god! Dom…” I gasped. His hand slipped from my face into my hair as he cradled my head into his shoulder.
“God, you’re so fucking tight…” He grunted, beginning slowly as he gripped my hair hard, tugging it until my head fell back, exposing my neck to him. His lips attached themselves to my sensitive skin, licking, biting, and sucking to his heart’s content in a sickening display of raw erotic desire. He rocked his hips in and out of me carefully at first. I clenched my walls around him and I left him falter. He broke his lips away from my neck. “Fuck, don’t do that again…” He mused with a grin.
“And why’s that?” I asked, immediately doing it again. His eyes fluttered closed and a hot blush bloomed over his cheeks.
“Because- fuck- if you keep doing that, I’ll finish too fast.” I ghosted my lips over his.
“I thought fast was what we were going for.” I whispered. He chuckled and pulled out of me, grabbing by my hips and pulling me off the sink, turning me in his grip so my ass was pressed against him.
“If fast is what you want then maybe we should go back to this position.” He muttered into my hair.
“Yeah, maybe we should.” I said back, pushing my ass against him. He slipped his hand down between us, taking his cock into his hand and guiding it into me. “Fuck!” I spat as he pushed his hips against mine, gripping my hip with one hand and running the other up my chest to my throat. He began rocking his hips, taking the hand he had planted on my throat and running it up to grip my jaw, guiding me to look into the mirror.
“That’s it baby, look how well you’re taking it.” He grunted, gripping my hip hard, starting to move faster. I clenched my walls hard around him and his eyes screwed shut and he began moving faster, his fingers crushing against my jaw. “Fuck!” He grunted, pounding into me. His cock raked against my walls and I felt him angle his hips so he began rutting against my g-spot. “You wanna play fucking dirty?” He mused, “I can too.” My jaw fell open as my brain clouded with pleasure and the sound of skin hitting skin.
“God- Dom- oh fuck-” I babbled.
“Yeah, does that feel fucking good- does that feel fucking good? Look- your pretty little eyes are rolling back. Look how good you’re taking me you fucking slut…” I looked where he had my face pointed. Right in the mirror. I stared into my lust-clouded eyes. My face was flushed. My lips were parted and my teeth were clenched. Drool dripped down my chin. I couldn’t fucking think- I couldn’t even fucking breathe. “I’m gonna need my pretty little slut to use her words for me…” Dom whispered, tucking his head against my ear. I looked up into his stunning green eyes, almost glowing in the mirror as a devilish smirk spread across his face. “Does. That. Feel. Good?” He punctuated every word with a heard thrust. My knees were shaking and the stench of real, raw, passionate sex filled the room. Sweat prickled my skin. I didn’t even know how to speak- I’d lost the ability. I’d never been fucked speechless in my life but I was now. “I need an answer babygirl. Or I’m gonna stop. Do you want me to stop?” My jaw fell open and I just gasped. “I’m not hearing anything…” He mused, slowing down.
“That’s my girl…” He said slowing to a stop. I whimpered in his arms. “Does my girl want me to keep going?”
“Mmh… please- fuck Dom! Please!” I cried out. He buried his face in my hair, tracing his hand down to my other hip, gripping them both hard and starting back slow. He moved my hips with each thrust, speeding up until it seemed as though he was using my body as a fleshlight to get himself off. His intense speed had all but turned my brain to complete mush. Desperate mush. He moved like a fucking animal, fucking me hard and fast.
“Aww… are your fucking legs shaking?” He mused. I hadn’t even noticed but they were. His fingers dug into me, “Are my pretty girl’s fucknig legs shaking?” My mouth fell open.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Mmh!” I cried out. My walls clenched around him and I knew I was getting close. “I’m- fuck! I’m-”
“I know baby, I can feel it.” He whispered against my ear. His breath was hot. “Who does this fucking pussy belong to? Who’s fucking pussy is this?” He asked.
“Fuck! Yours! It’s all fucking yours!” I cried out.
“That’s right baby. Cum on my fucking cock! Cum on my cock, babygirl!” He whispered. My abdominal muscles clenched. His movements didn’t stop. His thrusts were becoming sloppier. His fingers dug in harder and I finally felt the wave crash down. My body slumped against his chest and he quickly moved one hand to my chest to hold me against him as my walls clenched mercilessly around his massive, throbbing cock. He held me so tight, my feet weren’t even touching the ground anymore as he used my body to get himself off. My entire body was shaking as he gave one more hard thrust, burying himself inside me as he shuddered, cumming hard. He slipped one hand over my breast and met my eyes in the mirror. “Do you want your panties back before you go back out there?”
“Mmh, no, you can keep them. I whispered. He smirked.
“Good girl.” He pulled out of me and slipped off the condom, throwing it away and excusing himself to a stall so he could clean himself up. I smoothed down my hair and wiped away my drool with a paper towel, pulling down my dress to cover my ass.
“I’ll go make sure no one sees you leaving.” I said.
“Yeah, I’d hate for people to know what we’ve been doing in here.” He chuckled. I unlocked the door and poked my head out. There was one exceedingly drunk girl waiting outside the bathroom door.
“Sorry, my friend was just sick in here and it’s all over the floor. If I were you, I’d go to the convenience store across the street. She nodded and headed on her way. I ducked back in. “Coast is clear.” I said with a laugh. He left the stall, doing up his pants as he walked. He tucked himself right up behind me.
“You sure?” He asked. I laughed.
“Come on.” I tugged him out of the bathroom and back to the bar.
“Let me give you my number, maybe we could do something sometime this week.” He murmured, grabbing a cocktail napkin and scribbling his number down on it.
“I’m hopefully getting a new job soon and I don’t know what my hours will be, but I’ll text you.” I said, flashing him a grin and taking the napkin. He reached down, slipping his hand between my legs and plunging one finger inside me. I gasped and looked around. None of the people around us looked any the wiser.
“Just don’t forget about me.” He said, pushing in another finger and moving them to pleasure my g-spot. “If you want to do this again, I have ways of making it a lot more interesting.”
“I’m finding that out.” I said with a big smile. He pulled his fingers from inside me and discreetly popped them into his mouth, licking them clean. I leaned up and planted one last kiss on his lips before heading back over to Shannon.
“How was he?” She asked immediately.
“I’m not.” I said with a laugh. I reached down, holding the front of my dress down and pulling up the side high enough for her to see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“You’re kidding! Where are they?!”
“Scandalous!” She laughed. “Are you gonna see him again?”
“Ah, he gave me his number, but I don’t know.”
“Someone doesn’t fuck you that good and you just don’t call them.” Shannon muttered, finishing her drink.
“You wanna hit up Wingstop on the way home?”
“Yeah, I want to be dark and mysterious.”
“It’s a little too late for that, sweetheart.” Came a British accent from just behind my ear. A hand planted itself on my lower stomach, fingers spread wide as he pulled me against his chest. Shannon’s eyes widened.
“Jesus, you didn’t tell me he was British.” Shannon said with a grin.
“Oh, I didn’t tell you a lot of things.” I said, “Yet.” He chuckled darkly.
“I came over to ask if you’d let me buy you a drink before you left.” He muttered.
“After sex like that, I feel like I should be buying you a drink.” I said with a little grin.
“Please, I insist.” He murmured against my ear. “Anything you like.”
“Fine…” I murmured, sitting back on my stool.
“Good girl.” He said, smirking down at me. I leaned close to the bartender.
“Hey, can I please have an extra dirty vodka martini, please?” I asked. He nodded and headed off to make my drink.
“Do you want to go to Wingstop with us?” Shannon asked him, running her finger around her empty glass.
“Ah, I can't, mate. I have more engagements tonight.” Dom muttered. “Wish I could.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “Ah fuck, I was supposed to leave five minutes ago.” He looked to me. “But I was a little preoccupied.” I blushed. “I hope I’ll hear from you later.” He whispered, tucking his head up against my ear. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I know you will.” I said with a grin. He pulled out some cash from his back pocket, more than I needed, handing it over to me.
“That should cover the takeout.” He murmured.
“Oh you don’t have to do all that-”
“Please- I insist.” He answered. He looked between me and Shannon one last time before heading out. My eyes travelled down to his ass as he headed out the door. It was definitely cute. I’d have to get a good look at it if I ever saw him again.
“Jesus fucking christ…” Shannon whispered.
“You should see his dick…” I murmured, taking a sip of the drink the bartender had just placed down in front of me.
“God, I wish I could.” She said back, finally turning back to me as the door swung closed. She and I shared a chuckle. I finished my drink and we set off for my apartment via an uber, ordering Wingstop so it would be there waiting for us when we got there. We settled in on my couch, eating our food as I told her every detail of what went down in the bathroom. Shannon seemingly swooning more with every word and begging me to text him. I just laughed and assured her I would think about it. And I was thinking about it. I mean I didn’t want to be that girl but fuck the sex was so good I could almost see us dating. That was insane. Even if I did text him, it was too soon for all that.
Shannon looked over at me from her designated chair. “What’s that face for?”
“You’re pulling your sourpuss face and you’ve just had what you called the best sex of your life so you should not be pulling that face.”
“Ah… I don’t know. I just caught myself thinking.” I murmured.
“Oh do tell.” She said back, nursing her soda and leaning back comfortably in her chair.
“I don’t know… I just… You know when the sex is so good you can kinda… feel yourself wondering if there could be more there. And he gave me his number, so like… Could he want more? And is it wrong of me to even think about that? Let alone want it.”
“Okay you’re getting a little too introspective here- you can think about and want whatever the fuck you want. Your brain is allowed to do things and your thoughts are allowed to exist. And he gave you his fucking number- he very well could want something more.”
“And you’re not just feeding my delulu?”
“Bitch, go look on your bar! His number is right there! I am not feeding your delulu you fucking crazy person.” I laughed, drawing my legs up and tucking them under myself.
“I think so.” She answered. I groaned and got up, putting down my food on the coffee table. I turned quickly.
“And don’t fucking touch my wings!” Shannon drew her hand back and looked up at me, feigning innocence. I laughed and headed over to the bar, grabbing the napkin that Dom had left me with. “What the hell do I even say?” I asked, turning to find Shannon straightening in her chair with one of my wings in her hand. “Hey!”
“What?! I just wanted one bite!”
“One bite! One!” I said back. Grabbing up the napkin and heading back over to the couch.
“I think you should just be like ‘hey I had fun, you down to do it again sometime?’ or something like that.” She said, her mouth full.
“Well these wings are kinda small! It was basically one bite.” I rolled my eyes and sat back on the couch.
“You don’t think that’s a little forward?”
“Who gives a shit? He gave you his number! Why would he do that if he didn’t want to do it again or if he didn’t want more?”
“Fine.” I said, picking up my phone and putting in his number. “Fuck, I can’t do it.” I said, laying my head back against the couch dramatically and letting my phone fall onto the cushion beside me.
“Okay, have it your way. Be alone forever. Let this opportunity slip through your fingers.”
“I don’t mean I’ll never reach out- I just mean maybe I should give it a night. Let the tipsy pass and make a coherent decision in the morning.”
“You did not have that much to drink, but I get it.” Shannon said with a chuckle. “And I’m not gonna let you sit on your little ass and do nothing about the smoking hot british dude who gave you the best sex of your life AND his number AND paid for your drink and both of our dinners like it was nothing.”
“I’ll text him in the morning.” I said.
“I will!” I said with a chuckle, “Speaking of morning, don’t you need to go home?” Shannon looked over at the clock on my wall.
“Yeah, I’d better start heading out if I’m gonna make it to work tomorrow.”
“Girl, you work second shift, you don’t have to be in until 4 o’clock!”
“Yeah, but I still better go. How else am I supposed to get my full 10 hours?”
“You’re ridiculous.” Shannon just laughed, standing up and beginning to gather my belongings. I assume I can expect those pajamas to turn up on my bar sometime this week?”
“You assume correctly.” She answered. “And thank you as always,” she muttered, pulling out her phone and ordering an uber, “for a very entertaining night.” I laughed.
“No problem. I love being live entertainment.”
“Love you.” She said, throwing the tote bag she’d put her dress and shoes in over her shoulder and heading towards the door.
“Love you more!” I called back. I didn’t even look up, hearing the door open and close, then the click of her locking it behind her. I dragged my eyes over to look at my phone. He said he had things to do tonight so he probably wouldn’t answer even if I did text him… So I should wait until morning. That’s what I would do. Totally. I needed a shower anyway. My hand moved to pick up my phone without my telling it to do so. I clicked on his freshly made contract, my fingers hovering over my keyboard. I had an app that made it a dark magenta. I hummed to myself, a habit I’d picked up when I was nervous. I couldn’t figure out what song the tune belonged to. Maybe I should just do it. That way if he was going to text back, I’d probably wake up to it. Fuck it.
I typed out a simple ‘hey’ and hit send, instantly putting my phone down on the couch and getting up, walking away and heading to my bathroom. I grabbed up one of my hair ties, starting to plait my hair. My hair was still wet from the shower I’d taken when Shannon and I got in. She’d taken one after me because even though we’d ordered the Wingstop, it took another 20 minutes to arrive. I braided my hair and came back to the living room, not even glancing at my phone as I gathered up the leftovers and took them into the kitchen, putting them away in tupperware. I heard my phone buzz. It could be him… or it could be Shannon telling me she got home safe… or that she didn’t get home safe. Fuck. I went over to my phone and took a deep breath, picking it up.
‘Hey I was hoping you’d reach out.’ It was him.
‘Oh yeah? Why’s that?’ I typed back.
‘Well, I was hoping that you’d be willing to meet up again before I leave town.’ His reply came almost immediately. This was already going better than I could have hoped. But would it be pitiful if I immediately said yes? Do I care? Should I push for more? Maybe I should take what I can get. It really was the best sex of my life and I’d hate to miss out on it.
‘That depends. When and where were you thinking?’ I typed back.
‘I think I should have time in a couple days, and I’m down for anywhere you want.’ Crap. My interview was tomorrow and I didn’t know what it would entail.
‘Shit, I got an interview and idk what it’s gonna be like so I don’t know if I’m gonna be free.’ It took a moment for him to answer.
‘That sucks, but keep my number! I’ll let you know when I come back to town! If you ever need anything, let me know.’ Well that sounded like he was just in it for the sex. I was so dumb for thinking it could be more. The sex was amazing, but it was obvious I wasn’t going to get more. That didn’t mean I couldn’t push my luck.
‘Well, I’m still down to chat if you are… That sex was so good I know it has to translate to sexting.’
‘Oh so tonight wasn’t enough for you?’ I chuckled at that.
‘Well… I wouldn’t say that… I just have a high libido.’ I answered back.
‘God, you’re making me want to meet up with you more and more…’
‘I really should be going to bed… I have to get up and get ready tomorrow…’
‘Damn… that is unfortunate…’ He answered. I had to do something. Torture him a little… give him just a taste of what he’s missing. Maybe it’d function to keep him interested. I pulled up my top, snapping a photo of my breasts and sending it to him.
‘Wish I’d gotten to see those in person.’ He answered almost instantly. I sent him a few laughing face emojis.
‘Just a gift so you don’t forget about me in your many engagements.’
‘There’s no way I’d ever forget about you…’ He sent back, ‘The way you looked…’ Came another message, ‘The way your hair smelled when you whispered in my ear…’ Came the next, ‘The way you tasted when you pushed me down on my knees in the bathroom…’
‘The way your tongue felt against me…’ I replied, ‘The way your cock stretched me so… fucking… perfectly…’
‘God I want you so fucking bad…’ That familiar wetness was back between my thighs.
‘Show me how bad.’ I waited with baited breath for his reply and it soon came. In came a photo of a large tent in a pair of grey sweatpants. I felt my mouth actually start to water. This was insane. I was craving him like I had gone fucking feral. I wished I could touch him. Feel him. Smell him. Taste him. My fingers would never hold a candle to the pleasure he gave me. I shifted under the covers, shoving my pants down and guiding my phone down between my legs, snapping a photo of the growing wet patch on my new panties and sending it to him. In lieu of an immediate response, he sent a video. The preview looked promising. I clicked the play button and my eyes were immediately met with a gorgeous sight. He’d gripped the panties he’d taken from me earlier, guiding his fist up and down his cock. The video was short. Much shorter than I’d like. I wanted more. If I couldn’t feel him, I’d like to at least watch him.
‘Look what you fucking do to me, pretty girl…’
‘Let me see your cock.’ I typed back, ‘I need to watch you fucking cum…’ Soon he sent another video. I eagerly hit the play button, my hand slipping down between my legs. His fist dragged up and down his long cock. Once he reached the tip, he let off. His cock twitched hard. His tip was red and looked impossibly sensitive and impossibly delicious. His hand, wrapped in my panties, gripped his base before running up to his tip, running over his head over and over quickly. I heard a quiet gasp emit from the speaker on my phone. Fuck he gifted me the sound of him cumming. This was the best night of my fucking life. I turned up my volume, my ears instantly graced with the sounds of his pathetic whimpers and whines as he quickly moved his hand up along his cock.
“Fuck- Fuck- Fuck- Fuck- Oh God! Fuck!” He whined out, his movements steady but frantic. Hearing his quiet noises drove me insane. My fingers pushed their way into my underwear, slipping to ghost over my clit. I panted as my fingers worked in a slow circle. His hand was moving faster and faster. Finally after what felt like forever he came. Hard. “Ah, Fuck!” He gasped. He needed a reward for this. I kicked my blanket off fully, shimmying my pajama pants down further and angling my phone so he had a view down my tummy to where my hand was perched between my thighs. I started the video, moving my fingers slowly at first and letting my mouth fall open.
“Oh fuck…” I groaned, grinding my hips out of habit, squirming against my hand. I began speeding up steadily before relenting and slipping my fingers down to plunge inside me. I moved the camera so he’d have a clear view of my fingers moving in and out slow before spreading myself wide and clenching hard around nothing. My fingers perched themselves back on my clit circling faster as I groaned. “Mmh!” I whined. “Yes! Fuck!” I cried out. My hips bucked against my hand and I threw my head back. My walls clenched and I found myself begging the universe for him to materialize in my room. I could almost see him standing before me. At the foot of my bed, leaning back against my dresser. Shirtless. Watching intently. His eyes looking me up and down, examining me. Ravaging me while his hands couldn’t. My orgasm hit me like a fucking wall. I was howling like a fucking wild animal, shaking, trembling under my own touch. As my orgasm took its toll, my hips bucked once, twice, and again as I came down from my high. I was breathing hard. I ended the video and sent it to him. My half-lidded, blissed-out eyes were glued to the screen as I waited. Soon the little speech bubble appeared.
‘Where are you?’ The question wasn’t flirty, it was definite. And god I wanted to answer him. If he was that good in a bathroom I could just imagine how good he’d be in bed. This was the last night we could be together.
‘623 East 68th Street.’ I typed back. I needed this. Shannon would probably die when she found out.
(A/n): I hope you guys enjoyed Chapter 1! Idk when I'll post more, but for sure comment if you want to be tagged in the next chapter! I'm sorry I didn't post this DURING Kinktober, but I hope you like it anyway! <3 Also, reminder that my requests are open, and all the fandoms I can write from are linked in my bio!
Edit: Chapter 2 has already been posted! Check it out here!
AND! Chapter Three and Chapter Four and Chapter 5 and Chapter Six are out now!
