Summary: You trust Kyle’s sure hands as he tightens the rope around your wrists
Pairing: Gaz x reader
Word Count: 1,730 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bondage, sex toys, overstimulation, spanking (it’s like one), language, praise kink
A/N: Day 1 off to a strong start. I hope you enjoy!
MASTERLIST
“You’re sure about this, love?”
“Yes,” you breathe, hands curling into fists.
“Relax for me.” He murmurs in your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin. You do as he says, letting your body go lax. “Good girl.”
You shiver from the praise, goosebumps erupting across your skin as the soft rope pulls against your arms, forcing your shoulders back. His fingers are gentle as they wind and loop the rope, callouses brushing against your skin as he artfully restrains the top half of your body.
Wetness is already pooling between your thighs, excitement and the thrill of being restrained shooting straight into your core. The idea of being completely at his mercy has your nerves tingling, excited butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You trust him explicitly, yet there’s that hint of danger tingling in the back of your mind. It’s less scary than it is thrilling, that trust you have to put in him to catch you when you fall.
He’s never let you down before.
His hands tug at the rope once more before he steps back away from you. He circles you slowly, admiring his work, the crisscrossing of rope around your chest and arms. He slips his fingers under a few places, making sure it’s not too tight.
“Feel good?” He asks, staring down at you with those big brown eyes.
You nod, your breath heavy with excitement. “Yeah.”
“Good.” He sets the safety scissors on the nightstand before hooking a finger in the rope across your chest, tugging you forward.
Your feet shuffle forward until you’re nearly chest to chest with him, his finger leaving the rope to hook under your chin. He lifts your face, leaning down to press his lips against yours. It’s sweet and soft, but you know him well enough to recognize the warning in it.
“Bend over for me.” He breathes, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. A small sound leaves your lips as you pull away, staring up at him for just a second before turning towards the bed.
You’re a bit unsteady as you walk to the bed, off balance thanks to your arms being tied behind your back. His hands are there, hovering just in case he needs to catch you. Always so attentive and aware. You reach the bed without incident, slowly lowering yourself until your front presses against the soft comforter. It’s not entirely comfortable, your shoulders forced up and back thanks to the position of your arms, but you won’t complain. Not when you know what’s about to happen.
Kyle’s hands smooth over your ass, dipping down between your thighs to pull your legs apart. You stand there, spread eagle for him, slick folds on display.
“Already wet for me?” He asks, trailing his fingers up your thigh, dragging through the wetness that has smeared on your skin.
“Yes,” You whine, hips pushing up to try and press against his fingers, seeking any friction you might be able to gain from him.
He pulls his hand back much to your displeasure, his thumbs coming to rest on your lips, pulling them apart so you’re spread wide open for him to see. He shifts behind you, dropping to a knee before his breath fans over your soaked pussy. You twitch at the brush of warm air against your wet skin. He blows air across your skin again, watching the way your body jerks, goosebumps forming on your skin. You can almost picture the smirk on his lips.
A breathy moan leaves you as his lips finally touch you, his tongue dragging through your folds. He prods at your hole, slurping your juices as they steadily drip out of you. Your arms tug against the ropes unconsciously, desperate to cling to the comforter as he circles your clit with his tongue but you’re forced to stay still, upper body pressed against the mattress.
“Taste so fucking good.” He groans, suckling at your clit before he pulls back, using his thumb to circle the sensitive bud.
“Fuck, Kyle…” You moan, squirming against the bed from the relief of his touch against your aching body.
“Feel good?” He hums, applying more pressure with his thumb.
Your hips jerk, hands tugging at the ropes again. “Yes!” You nearly whine, grinding against his hand.
“Could make you cum just like this, huh.” He smirks, thrusting his tongue into your pussy.
“Yes,” you moan, his hand stilling as you grind your clit against his thumb. You’re desperate for release after waiting so long, that edge getting closer and closer with every movement of your hips.
Kyle lets you continue to grind against him for a moment before he pulls away, a disappointed sound leaving your lips.
“Kyle!” you cry, pushing your hips back up. “I was close!”
“I know.” He says, his hands on your ass as he pushes himself back up to stand. “I don’t want you to cum yet.”
You whimper, unable to see him as he moves around behind you. A drawer opens then closes, the sound of rustling clothes and then he’s behind you again, one hand resting on your ass cheek.
A faint buzzing fills the air seconds before a vibrator presses against your clit. “Shit!” You yelp, not expecting the sudden intense sensation.
“Okay?” Kyle asks, rubbing your cheek.
You nod, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Just wasn’t expecting it.”
You can almost hear his smirk.
He keeps the vibrator on your clit as he shifts behind you, pressing two of his fingers into your pussy. You clench around him, the edge of your orgasm already starting to sneak up on you once more. You can barely stand it, the vibration against your already sensitive clit and the press of his fingers inside of you nearly too much.
Your legs shake as you cum, hips grinding against the vibrator as your back arches, tugging at the ropes around your arms and chest.
Kyle slips his fingers from you, still holding the vibrator against your clit. “I didn’t tell you, you could cum.”
“Sorry,” You breathe, hips trying to jerk away from the vibrator, the sensation starting to burn. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Naughty little thing.” He muses, smacking your ass cheek. You yelp, your body jerking from the impact. His hand rubs the skin, soothing the sting. “Should make you pay for that, but I’m feeling nice tonight.”
You whine, trying to get away from the vibrator but he holds it steady, the feeling quickly becoming too much and not enough at the same time. He doesn’t let up, even as he drags the head of his cock through your folds.
You ache from the stretch of him, thighs trying to clench around his cock and the vibrator but he kicks your feet back apart, forcing you to stay spread open for him. Your pussy flutters around the intrusion, the burning ache still building from the vibrator against your overstimulated clit. You’re going to cum again. You can feel it building, the pain melding into pleasure.
Kyle’s hips press against your ass, his hand moving from your clit, giving you just a moment of relief before he loops it around you, pushing the vibrator back against your abused bud. You yelp as he turns the vibration up, your legs nearly giving out.
“Good girl.” He breathes, starting to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy. His hand wraps around the rope that ties your wrists together, using it for leverage. It tugs at your shoulders but you don’t care, a puddle of drool starting to form under your face on the comforter as you lose all sense of time.
You cum again out of nowhere, your knees buckling, but the bed keeps you upright. Kyle doesn’t move the vibrator, keeping it pressed against your clit as you writhe and moan in both pain and pleasure.
“Kyle,” you breathe, pushing back against him, arms straining around the rope keeping you restrained. “Please…”
“Please what?” He grunts still fucking into you, fucking you through another orgasm.
“I can’t...I can’t take anymore.” You whine, hips trying to escape the onslaught against your pussy but you can’t.
“Yes you can.” He grunts, snapping his hips against your ass. “You can give me one more.”
Your hands clench into fists, shoulders burning from the way he holds the ropes around you, using your body for leverage as he fucks into you hard and fast.
“One more,” He breathes, getting close to the edge himself. You can tell just by the way he breathes, by the way his thrusts start to get sloppy.
You’re a whining mess, legs shaking from pleasure, threatening to give out again as you drool against the comforter.
He turns up the vibration one more time, the jolt of it almost stinging, but it’s enough to send you over the edge, hurtling into the throes of pleasure. He finally relieves you of the sensation, tossing the vibrator on the bed before he cums as well, spilling into you with sloppy, hard thrusts.
His body falls over yours, hands landing on the bed on either side of you. You’ve gone lax, held up by the bed and his body. He breathes there for a moment, still stuffed inside of your fluttering pussy.
“Alright?” He breathes.
You nod, breathing heavy, your legs still twitching.
He pushes himself back up to stand, deft fingers starting to undo the ropes around you. He eases you over, sitting you on the edge of the bed as he unties and unwinds the rope around your body. You sigh with relief as your shoulders are freed, rotating the joints along with your wrists as he pulls the last of the ropes off. His hands smooth over your skin, gently rubbing your shoulders and wrists.
“Feel okay?” He asks, kneeling down in front of you. “Not too sore?”
“A bit but it’ll wear off.” You say, trailing a hand over his head. “Thank you.”
He smiles up at you. “You don’t have to thank me.” He presses a kiss to your wrist. “But I do appreciate it.”
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If you're new here then this is something I've done for two years now, where I spend the month of October celebrating our beautiful boy Kyle. Instead of Kinktober, we do Kyletober. Smut fics throughout the month focused solely on Kyle and fem!reader, so if you are a minor, then please stay away from these fics.
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Anyway, now that the boring stuff is over, please enjoy Kyletober Season 2!
Summary: He didn't mean to kill you. Now you both have to live with the consequences.
Pairing: Gaz x reader
Word Count: 6,215 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, rough sex, vampires, blood, maybe slight gore, death, minor character dies on screen, blood drinking, mean Kyle, feelings, language
A/N: And the finale! The way this could become a whole series too...anyway I hope you've enjoyed Kyletober!!
MASTERLIST
He didn’t mean for this to happen.
In fact, he had hoped he could avoid this. Eventually he’d just break up with you, move on to the next victim and let you heal from him and the feelings you have.
This...this was not how things were supposed to go.
He sits beside the mound of dirt on a fallen log, the cooler next to his feet. It’s been a couple hours, his stomach starting to twist with nerves. What if he went too far? What if he wasn’t fast enough? He didn’t want to kill you, but that was a real possibility. You’d just become another missing person, your face plastered everywhere until your family lost hope after months of no word.
At least he took the time to bury you.
Those fears fade away, however, as a hand suddenly shoots out of the dirt. The instinctive drive to escape pulling you upwards towards the surface. He watches another hand appear, then a head, then the torso, then the rest of the body as you roll off the mound of fresh dirt and onto the hard-packed ground that makes up the forest floor. You’re sucking in breaths you don’t need, instinctual still from your living days.
He rises from the log, pulling out the package of wet wipes. He kneels in front of you, pulling your body up to sit. He gently wipes the dirt from your face, clearing it out of your eyes and mouth.
“Kyle?” you murmur, hissing as your fangs cut your lip.
“Careful,” he says, wiping away the blood. “You’ll get used to them.”
Your dirt streaked fingers lift to your mouth, pressing against the new fangs. “What…”
“I’ll explain later. First we need to get you something to eat.”
****
If you had been told you’d be spending your Halloween sitting on your bed in dirt covered clothes sipping blood out of an IV bag, you’d have laughed. You’re not laughing, though. In fact, you’d be crying if you could. Apparently you can’t anymore. You can’t do a lot of things anymore.
Kyle is seated in your chair, the chair he lovingly deemed your cuck chair after being in your room the first time. Kyle, your boyfriend, or at least who you thought was your boyfriend. He’s just explained what happened to you, and you would have laughed had you not been absolutely starving.
Hence you sitting on your bed, sipping human blood out of an IV bag with a straw. It’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted, easing that gnawing hunger back to an annoying itch.
“You’ll need a lot of blood at first.” Kyle says, elbows on his knees as he watches you. “Eventually though you’ll need less. Feeding every few days or so.”
“How long is eventually.” You ask, a bead of blood dripping down your chin.
“A few years.” He says, as if it’s mere minutes. You suppose it is now, in the grand scheme of things.
You huff out a laugh around the straw, continuing to drink until you’ve flattened the IV bag. Kyle takes it from you, shoving it back into the cooler. “Where did you get that?” You ask curiously.
“The hospital.” He explains as if it’s that simple.
“You stole it?” You blink at him.
“Yes.” He says simply. “It’s not hard.”
You stare down at your hands, still streaked with dirt. It’s under your nails, clumped in the folds of your knuckles. “I’m still hungry.” You say softly.
“I know.” He says. “You can have more soon. Too much and you might get sick.”
“Can I shower?” You ask, picking dirt from your skin.
“Sure.” He says, pushing himself up to stand. He holds out his hand. “Come on.”
You stare at his hand for a moment. “You’re coming too?”
“I have to make sure you don’t catch a scent and climb through the window.” He states.
“Oh.” You say, taking his hand. There’s so much you don’t know, you don’t understand. Your mind is moving sluggishly, though you suppose that has to do with the fact you were just dead a couple hours ago.
And now you’re heading into the bathroom with the man that killed you.
You peel off your dirt-covered clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor as you step under the water. It’s warm against your skin, prickling with heat but it’s not painful. Kyle sits himself on the toilet lid, resting his elbows on his knees again as you wash the dirt off your skin and out of your hair. You’re still trying to process what this all means, what really happened to you. Kyle was drinking your blood while you slept and drank too much and had to give you his blood which turned you into a vampire.
A laugh bubbles out of your mouth, a laugh of disbelief, hysteria at the ridiculous concept of it all. Vampires weren’t real until a couple hours ago when you became one. Another laugh slips through your lips, but you’re certain you’d be crying if you could. Laughing and crying at the ridiculousness of it all.
What a night.
You step out of the shower, taking the offered towel and wiping yourself down. Kyle’s hands no longer feel cold to you as your fingers brush his. Anemia, he’d said. Made him cold all the time. You’d brushed it off, willing to look past the excuses he always made because you loved him. At least, you did. Perhaps now things have changed since, you know, he killed you.
He follows you back to your room as you grab clean clothes out of your dresser, pulling on a comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants. You sink back down onto your bed, staring up at him, unsure what to do next. What does come next? How do you move forward from this point?
Kyle moves to your closet, pulling down a duffle bag. “Pack a few things.” He says, setting it down on the bed next to you.
“Why?” You ask, staring dumbly at the bag.
“We’re going to stay at my place for a while.” He says.
“I’ve never seen your place.” You say, still a bit in a daze.
“Now you know why.” He says simply, opening your drawers.
“You don’t live in a castle with a dungeon do you?” You ask, watching him start to pull out a few items of clothing.
“No,” he laughs. “Just a house.”
“Why are we going there?” You ask, standing up to grab a few things as well.
“We need somewhere safe to lay low while you adjust. There’s some things I need to teach you and it’ll be better done somewhere more remote.” He says.
A shrill screeching sound has you throwing your hands over your ears, your eyes turning towards the window. An ambulance passes by down the street, sirens wailing. You hadn’t noticed just how loud everything is in your daze.
“Like that.” Kyle says, turning back to your dresser.
“Ow.” You say, uncovering your ears, but you can still hear the ambulance getting further and further away.
“You’ll get used to that too.” He says, zipping the duffle bag closed.
“What, in a few years?” You say, taking the shoes he offers up.
“Yeah.” Kyle says. “It’s a big adjustment.”
“You’re telling me. I’m now the living dead and I just have to somehow be okay with that.” Your voice shakes and you’re certain you’d be crying again.
Kyle looks at his watch, brow furrowing. “We need to get moving. Dawn is in an hour.”
“What, we burn in the sun?” We. You’re one of him now.
“Yes.” Kyle says simply.
“Great. I’ll never get to see the sun again.” The sudden realization hits you. How much you took for granted now that you can’t have it anymore. You’ll never taste food again. You’ll never get to see your family again.
“Come on.” He says, steering you towards the door. “We don’t have time to waste.”
“Wait…” you say, trying to get yourself together. Your head is spinning, the reality of your situation starting to dawn on you all of a sudden. “I-I can’t-”
Kyle grabs your arm, tugging you along behind him. “You can mope later once we’re underground.”
You sniffle, wishing you could cry. You never knew you’d miss that too.
Kyle drags you down the hall and out the door, pausing to sling your duffle bag across his chest. He reaches back for you, bending down. “Hop on.” He says, motioning to you.
You frown, staring at him. “What?”
“Piggyback.” He says. “I’m going to carry you this time.”
“Are you sure…” You stare at him questionably.
“We have super strength.” He rolls his eyes. We again. “You could lift a car if you wanted to.”
“Right.” You say, your voice shaking. So much you don’t know, so much you don’t understand about yourself now. So many changes.
You hop onto his back, wrapping your arms and legs around him. He adjusts you for a second before turning his head, smirking. “Hold on tight spider monkey.”
“You did not just quote Twilight at me.” You say.
He chuckles before he begins to run, the world suddenly streaking by as wind whips in your face. Your neighborhood disappears, thinning out into the surrounding woods. Kyle runs through the trees, the world moving fast around you, but you can still see like you were running at a normal speed. A human speed.
He runs up a small hill until he reaches a clearing, a dirt road winding through the trees. He follows it, gravel crunching under his feet and kicking up behind him as he makes his way down the long driveway to the house hidden back in the woods. He slides to a stop, your body jolting at the sudden loss of momentum. It has your stomach rolling, the blood you drank threatening to come up again.
Kyle lowers you down and you slide off his back, feet hitting the dirt. You feel almost dizzy, gripping onto his shoulder for a moment as your body settles. “You’ll get used to that.” He says, sliding your hand from his shoulder, down his arm to his own hand. He laces his fingers with yours, leading you up the steps onto the porch.
It’s a nice house, nicer inside than it looks outside. Thick curtains block out all light, but you can see perfectly fine in the darkness. Comfortable furniture decorates the rooms, along with some knick knacks and various items, some of them very old.
“How old are you?” You ask, turning to look at Kyle.
“Thirty.” He says simply, opening up the door under the stairs.
“How long have you been thirty?” You ask, joining him.
“A couple centuries.” He says, starting down the hidden steps.
Despite the fact it’s a basement, it doesn’t smell musty. It smells quite nice actually, as you make your way down the steps after him. He flicks on a light, revealing the room under the house. It’s small, but decorated nicely. A bed sits in the middle of the room, nothing glamorous like you thought a vampire might have. Then again…
“What, no coffin?” You say, turning to look at him.
He shakes his head. “Too stuffy for my tastes.” He says, dropping your bag into a chair. “This is where I spend most of the daylight hours sleeping.” He says. “No risk of anyone breaking in and burning me alive.”
“Does that happen? Are there like...vampire hunters?” You ask, suddenly nervous.
“No, not anymore.” He says, stepping closer to you. “Most of them died out when the church started losing power. There’s still some sects, sure, but they’re weak and scattered. Most don’t bother anymore unless there’s a big outbreak of sloppy vampires.”
“Sloppy?” You ask.
“Killing and not trying to hide it. News breaks of bloodless bodies found on the street, mass panic about a serial killer. Most other vampires will take care of that, since our existence in the shadows is sacred.” He takes your hands. “That’s why control is the most important thing I can teach you. Otherwise I’d have to kill you. Again.”
You gulp, staring into his eyes. There’s no jest, no joking aura around those words. He’s serious. Dead serious.
Ha.
He lets go of your hands, sliding back on the bed. “For now we need to rest.”
You can feel it, the urge to sleep tugging at your brain. Whether that was a natural instinct that came with the rising sun, or if it was just pure exhaustion after the events of tonight you’re not sure. You toe off your shoes as he changes, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It’s a firm mattress, not quite as soft as yours. What are you going to do about your flat? Move out? Let it sit until your landlord notices you missing? How are you going to cover your sudden disappearance? Is that it? Just a disappearance? Someone else lost to the unknown while their family desperately tries to find them?
“What’s on your mind?” Kyle asks, sitting on the opposite side of the bed.
“What about my family?” You ask softly.
“Once you have a little more control you can see them.” He says. “We just have to be careful. After a few years, though, you’ll have to leave them behind. They’ll notice you’re not aging.”
“I’ll have to watch them grow old and die.” You say weakly.
“Unfortunately yes. But the years will make it less painful. You have eternity now. I can’t say you’ll never miss them, but it gets easier.”
“Does it?” You ask, turning your head to look over your shoulder at him.
He’s silent for a moment. “You should get some rest. I know you’re exhausted.”
“I’m not tired.” You say, hunching your shoulders as you sit there on the edge of the bed, staring at the concrete floor under your feet.
“I know you are. I can feel it.” He says, climbing under the covers.
“What?” You say, turning your body to face him.
“As your maker, I can feel what you feel. That’s how I’ll always know where you are, what you’re doing.” He says, his eyes lidded as he lays against the pillow.
Great. Not only were you a vampire but now Kyle can feel everything you do.
You let out a sigh but climb under the covers next to him. It’s far from the first time you’ve shared a bed with Kyle, letting him stay over often while you slept, but he was always gone by the time you woke up. Now you know why. You had thought it weird that he only came around at night, but he said he worked nights so he was used to being up late and sleeping during the day. Despite your offers to let him stay at your place during the day while you were at work, he never accepted. Now you know why.
Your job. You’ll have to quit. You’re going to lose every last bit of autonomy you had.
“Why didn’t you just let me die?” You ask softly, eyes already growing heavy.
“Go to sleep.” Kyle murmurs, his eyes already closed.
You can’t fight it any longer, your eyes drifting closed as exhaustion pulls you into the arms of sleep.
****
It would be gross if you weren’t starving. That ache in the back of your throat has returned, waking at dusk with a desperate need for something.
No, not something.
Blood.
Kyle had grabbed another IV bag of blood for you, sticking a straw into it before handing it over. It feels odd, drinking blood like it’s a Capri-sun. You’ll never taste one of those again either. All human food is now beyond your reach. You should have tried more cuisines, been more adventurous.
You wonder if the regrets will ever go away. If the longing for things you’ll never have again will fade.
Kyle moves around the house in darkness as you sit on the couch, sipping your blood. It’s slowly easing the ache in your throat, but never quite completely.
“Later I’ll teach you how to hunt.” Kyle says, taking a seat across from you.
“Animals?” You say, glancing up at him.
“No, humans.” He says. “Animals won’t do shit for you. Except maybe in a pinch. Honestly will probably just make you hungrier.”
“Oh.” You say quietly. That’s something you hadn’t thought about. You hadn’t even thought about the fact you’re drinking human blood right now. The thought sours your stomach, the blood threatening to come back up.
“You’ll get used to it.” Kyle says.
“Say that one more time and I might smack you.” You say through gritted teeth. You’re getting tired of hearing it.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his face gravely serious. “There’s a lot you’re going to have to do that you’re not going to like. The sooner you accept that, the easier this is going to be for you.”
You sit there silently, sipping the blood through the straw. Panic is starting to bubble in your stomach, the thought that this is your new reality ringing in your head. This is your life now. There’s no going back, there’s no changing it. You’re stuck like this for the rest of eternity, stuck with Kyle. You love him, or at least you thought you did, until now. The idea of spending the rest of your long life with him is suddenly not feeling so perfect.
“You can be mad at me all you like.” He says, and you curse this sudden new bond between you. You forgot he can feel what you feel. “Just remember what I told you. I will kill you again if you go on a rampage, and you will if you don’t let me help you. You’ll get so thirsty you’ll seek out any beating heart and you’ll attack anything that comes across your path. You’ll leave a trail of bodies across the city and I’ll have no choice but to end it in favor of keeping our existence a secret.”
“And you’d have no problem doing that?” You ask.
“Yes.” He says, the word striking like a gavel.
You swallow back the lump in your throat, leaning back against the couch. It was his fault you were in this in the first place. He killed you somehow, accidentally, or at least you think it was accidentally. He had no problem doing that, what makes you think he’d have any problem doing it again?
“Do you have to be so cold to me?” You ask quietly, staring at the half-empty blood bag in your hand. “It’s your fault I’m in this in the first place, and I’m kind of going through it trying to accept that this is my new reality. You cared enough about me not to just let me die. Why can’t you act like it, like you used to?”
“I’m just trying to get you to see the severity of this situation.” He says, his voice softer, warmer than it had been since you crawled out of your grave. “You have a lot to learn now, a lot to learn to control. It won’t be easy, but it’s imperative you listen to me and do as I say.”
“You could still be nice to me.” You say, pouting just slightly. “You’re stuck with me for eternity.”
“Well, eventually you could go off on your own.” He says. “In a century or so when you’ve mastered being a vampire and have the control not to snap and kill everyone on sight.”
“Is that why you’re on your own? I thought vampires lived in like covens...nests.”
“Some do,” he answers, leaning back in his chair. “I did for a while, when I was first turned. I’ve preferred solitude, though. Less rules to comply with. No hierarchy.”
“The vampire that turned you...what was he like?” You ask.
“His name was John.” Kyle says after a moment. “He was the lord of a rather large estate. I met him by chance a couple centuries ago. He invited me to a gathering. Most of the lords and ladies he surrounded himself with were also vampires.” He swallows thickly, his eyes on his hands. “I count myself lucky he decided to turn me.”
You can only imagine what happened, but you can tell you’re not going to get the details out of him. You can’t even get the details of your own death from him. “Have you ever wanted your own...offspring? Spawn? Child?” You wince. “That’s gross.”
“No.” He says, leaning forward again.
“Then why did you turn me?” You ask.
He pushes himself up to stand. “Finish your blood. We have a lot to cover tonight.”
So much for getting answers in this moment of vulnerability.
****
As the weeks pass, Kyle continues to teach you all about being a vampire. Training you, showing you everything you can do now, ignoring your pain at your remembrance of everything you can’t do. No more sunrises and sunsets, no more food, the eventual disappearance from your family’s lives. You’re slowly coming to terms with your new reality, but not nearly as fast as Kyle would like.
You’re currently speeding through the trees, following Kyle’s trail he’s left behind. You can smell him on the air, see where his feet made indents in the damp ground. You’re trailing him, using your super speed to try and catch him. He says you’re the fastest you’ll ever be right now, so it should be easy.
Should be.
You pause for a moment as you lose his trail, lifting your face to the sky to breathe in, pushing past all the overwhelming scents of outside filling your nose. You catch something sweet in the air, your mouth starting to water. You turn in that direction, taking off running. You weave through the trees easily, the sweet scent getting stronger and stronger.
Something hits you from the side, forcing you against the trunk of a large tree. It shudders as you hit it, your head snapping back at the force. It doesn’t hurt, nothing really hurts anymore.
“Stop it.” Kyle hisses, his hand around your throat.
Your mouth is watering, the scent getting stronger and stronger. You can hear the snap of twigs as someone makes their way through the trees, someone human.
“Kyle…” you whine, fangs pricking your bottom lip.
“I know.” He says softly. It’s the first time you’ve been near a human since becoming a vampire. Now you’re beginning to understand why Kyle was being so firm, why he was preaching control over everything else. You have no self control. Not when this innocent person’s blood smells so delicious.
You tilt your head back, pushing against his hold, but he’s stronger, straining as he keeps you pinned against the tree. It creaks with his strength, and for a moment you wonder if there will be an imprint of your body in the bark when it’s over.
“Come on.” He says, releasing you to grip your hand, tugging you away from the area, away from the sweet smelling human.
The two of you run back to the house, Kyle half dragging you behind him. The scent fades, but the gnawing hunger doesn’t, your mouth still watering.
You collapse on the floor of the main hall as Kyle closes and locks the door. That gnawing hunger continues to claw at the back of your throat. You’re thirsty, more thirsty than you’ve been in weeks.
“Do you understand now?” Kyle asks, moving in front of you.
You nod, pushing yourself up to sit, pulling your knees to your chest. “Yes.”
“It’s going to take time, but it will get easier.” He says softly, offering you a hand.
“I’m thirsty.” You say, taking it, letting him pull you off the floor.
“It’s too close to sunrise to do much about that.” He says, leading you towards the door under the stairs. “We’ll fix that tomorrow.”
****
You wake to find Kyle gone.
It’s odd, the two of you usually rising around the same time. The ache in the back of your throat is still there, that desperate hunger itching in the back of your brain. You need to feed, you need to eat. You need blood. There’s no more packs of blood left, Kyle not wanting to push his luck with stealing much longer. The hospital is bound to notice eventually, their stash of blood dwindling for no reason they can think of.
There’s a note on the nightstand from Kyle, a quick “I’ll be back” scrolled on the paper. You let out sigh, getting dressed before heading up the stairs. There’s lights on in the house, something that hadn’t been needed when it was just you and Kyle. You weren’t even sure the lights worked upstairs.
You wander around the house, taking in the various items Kyle had collected over the centuries. Old items, items that likely wouldn’t have survived without his care. Items that would probably get a big sum of money from a collector or a museum. Yet he’s hung onto them, displaying them proudly.
The crunch of gravel down the road reaches your ears, along with the hum of a car engine. It’s approaching the house, driving slowly down the twisting, winding road. You move to the window, peeking out as it pulls up to the house, a heartbeat reaching your ears, moments before the sweet scent of human blood. Your mouth starts to water again, fangs poking your bottom lip. All the control you’ve worked on over the last few weeks is quickly leaving you as you watch the human step out of the car with Kyle.
It’s a man, a giant man, easily towering over Kyle. Kyle laughs at something he says as he leads him towards the door, the sweet scent wafting over you as they step into the house. Your body goes rigid as Kyle steps into the living room, the big man following.
“Babe, I’d like you meet König.” Kyle says. He hasn’t called you babe in weeks. Not since you were alive.
“Hello,” the big man says, his voice higher pitched than you would have expected.
You nod at him. “Hi.” Your voice is weak. You’re clinging desperately to the last shreds of control as Kyle approaches you.
“Take a seat,” he motions to König to take a seat at the couch. Kyle’s hand slips around the back of your neck as König moves to the couch, sinking down into the cushions. He leans in close to you, his breath fanning your face. “Hungry?”
You nod, licking your lips.
He holds the back of your neck as he turns back to König, the giant man watching the two of you. “I’m very sorry for what’s about to happen.” He says, before his hand releases the back of your neck.
You move before you even realize it, jumping onto the big man before you can even think twice. It’s entirely instinctual as you yank his head to the side, fingers gripping his hair. Your fangs sink into his skin easily, breaking through the barriers until hot blood pours from the wounds. You suck at the liquid as it seeps into your mouth, slurping hungrily. König is screaming, fighting you but he’s no match, your fangs tearing at his skin with every movement, causing more and more blood to seep out of the wounds.
It’s dripping down your front, staining your shirt, sliding across your skin. You can’t stop, you won’t stop. He tastes too good, something rich and tangy in his blood, making your brain start to hum. He’s getting weaker, his attempts to push you away nearly pathetic as his body starts to give out.
You drink until you’re slurping up almost nothing, König’s body still under you. You pull away as the last few droplets of blood seep out of his neck, warm droplets sliding down your chin. You lick your lips, smearing the thick, red blood around your face. Kyle steps up behind you, trailing his hand through your hair.
“Not bad.” He says, staring down at the mangled mess of skin. “You’ll get better, though.”
You lean back into Kyle’s touch, feeling more satiated than you have in weeks. The bags of blood are nothing compared to drinking it warm from the source. You’re ignoring the fact you just killed a man, running high on the feeding.
“Fuck, you look so hot,” Kyle groans, dragging his finger through the blood on your chin before bringing it to his lips.
You watch the digit disappear into his mouth, running your tongue across your teeth. You feel almost high, more alive than you did even as a human. Your skin is buzzing, electric and sensitive, warm.
“Shit,” Kyle groans, tugging you from König’s lap, slamming you into the floor. The boards shake under the force, Kyle’s hand wrapped around your throat. “You look so fucking hot.” He groans, licking the blood from your chin.
He kisses you, smearing more blood across your face but you don’t care. Your fangs dig into his lip but it only has him groaning deeper, his own blood dripping into your mouth. His hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head. His grip is tight, so tight you can feel the bones starting to rub together.
“The nice thing about this,” he groans, pulling back to stare at you. “I can fuck you as hard as I want and I don’t have to worry about hurting you.”
Your lips part in a moan at his words. Of course when you were human he’d had to hold himself back. Now...now there’s no need for it. You’re just as strong as he is, your hands sinking into the fabric of his shirt before you rip it off his body, revealing smooth skin beneath.
His own hands grip your own bloodstained shirt, tearing it off of you as well. You’d foregone a bra, not bothering with just you and Kyle. Now you’re glad you did. He shifts back, tugging the button of your jeans, the metal skidding across the floor. The fabric is yanked down your legs, leaving you in nothing but a lacy pair of panties. Kyle tugs off his own pants, ripping them in the process as he kicks them off, taking his briefs with them.
His hands slide up your thighs, your skin tingling at his touch. He feels cold again, your own skin warm from the blood coursing through your digestive system. His fingers close around the fabric of your panties, ripping them in half.
“Hey,” you say, lifting your head. “Those were my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you more.” He says, leaning down and inhaling. There’s a musky scent in the air, quickly numbing your brain.
“Arousal.” He says as you inhale deeply, eyes rolling back at the delicious scent. It’s not as good as fresh blood, but it’s fairly close.
You hum, arching your back as Kyle drags his fingers through your slick folds. You’ve been wet since that first taste of fresh blood, your body alive and aroused after a fresh feeding. Kyle’s just as aroused as you, his cock hanging hard between his thighs. You sink your fangs into your lip, drawing blood as you stare at it. You love his cock, one of the benefits of dating him.
Now you get that for the rest of eternity.
Kyle slots his body between your legs, wasting no time as he leans down to kiss you again, the head of his cock dragging through your folds.
“Kyle,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck me.”
He groans, reaching down to guide his cock into you. Your back arches off the floor at the delicious stretch, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Fuck…” he groans, pressing his face into your neck, his tongue darting out to lick at the blood quickly drying on your skin.
“Kyle…” you sigh as he presses into you, sinking deep until his hips are pressed against yours. “Feel so good. Think it feels better like this.”
“That’s the blood talking.” He says, kissing your jaw. “He was a little tipsy, so you’re getting that high from him too.”
“I fucking love blood.” you groan, your head thumping back against the floor as Kyle starts to rock his hips.
“For now.” He says, and he’s not wrong. Later it will hit you what you’ve done, when you’re digging the grave out in the woods for the giant man you just killed moments ago. Right now, though, you’re still riding the high of fresh blood.
Kyle snaps his hips into yours, so hard you slide up the floor a little. You moan at the feel of him driving into you with abandon. His hips slam against yours, rough and hard as his fingers sink into your hair. He yanks your head back, bearing your throat to him. His tongue drags across your skin, smearing the dried blood.
“Fuck, he was good.” Kyle groans, licking his lips. “Should have tasted him first.”
“You can get another,” you moan, clinging to him so hard his skin is indented from your limbs. “I wouldn’t complain.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips to yours. “Later.”
You’re gasping and moaning against his lips, body scraping across the floor from the force of his thrusts. He’s wild, grunting and groaning in your ear as he presses his body against yours, pinning you down.
“Fucking feel so good,” He groans, his thrusts getting faster and faster. “Tight pussy all for me.”
“All for you,” you gasp, your legs shaking around his hips. You’re so close, that edge of pleasure quickly speeding towards you. “Fuck, Kyle!”
“That’s it,” he grunts, shifting his hips so he’s pushing up against that spot inside of you with every thrust. “Cum for me.”
Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your entire body shaking as you cum, squeezing around his cock tightly. He groans, snapping his hips into yours a few more times before he stills, spurting his cum into you.
Your body shivers at the sensation, limbs still locked around him. “At least I don’t have to worry about my birth control any more.” You say, gasping softly at the feel of him filling you up. “Right?”
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “You can’t get pregnant. You’re dead, remember?”
You hum, trailing your fingers through his short-cropped hair. Your legs are still shaking as they slowly unwind from around his waist, thumping onto the hardwood. He slips out of you, rolling off of you. He leans over your body, taking your chin between his fingers. He stares down at you, something shining in his eyes as he looks at you. You’re stained with blood, his cum dripping out of you and onto the floor, yet he looks at you with reverence.
“I love you,” he says it so softly you almost don’t hear it. Your lips part in surprise as you stare up at him. “That’s why I turned you.” His thumb strokes your skin. “I love you more than anyone I’ve known in centuries.”
You’d be crying if you could at the intensity of his tone, his words. He means it, you can tell just by the way he’s looking at you. He’s never told you he loves you before, not even back when you were still human. That wasn’t a bridge you had crossed yet, despite dating for months.
“I love you too.” You whisper, cupping his cheek. “More than anyone I’ve known in the couple decades I was alive.”
He chuckles, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
****
“Where did you find this König anyway?” You ask.
“The bar.” Kyle answers. “He was visiting from Austria.” He adjusts the big man tossed over his shoulder as the two of you make your way through the trees. “Makes it harder to track from overseas.”
“What if the police show up.” You say, following him, shovel in hand.
“They’re easy to take care of.” Kyle says. “They won’t remember, for the same reason you don’t remember me feeding on you.”
“Oh,” you say softly, slowing just a bit. “Is that how I died?”
“Yes.” He answers after a moment. “I made the mistake of visiting you without feeding first. I got hungry, thought I could control myself like the other times. Before I knew it your heart was stopping. I didn’t mean to. I lost control.”
You’re quiet for a few moments. Just how many times had he fed on you over the months you dated? Had he dated you simply because he liked the way you tasted? “Did I at least taste good?” You finally ask.
“Delectable.” Kyle says, turning back to glance at you with a grin. “The best I’ve tasted in years.”
“Well…” You say, stepping over a log. “I guess I’ve got that going for me.”
Kyle laughs as the two of you walk deeper into the forest to bury König’s body, removing any evidence that you killed him just hours earlier, draining him of blood. This is your new life.
This is your new reality.
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Summary: You’ve carefully guarded your innocence for years. Kyle decides he wants to be the one to ruin you.
Pairing: Gaz x reader
Word Count: 3,685 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, slight dubcon, corruption kink, fingering, loss of virginity, discovering praise kink, innocent!reader
A/N: Bit of a long one but the words were wording. This one is...depraved. Definitely heed the warnings.
MASTERLIST
“Kyle…” you whimper against his lips, your leg jerking against his side as his fingers trail up under your skirt.
He shushes you, his warm palm sliding against your skin. Skin that’s never been touched by anyone but you. He’s been so patient with you, so soft and tender, waiting until the right moment.
You’re not sure any moment will be right.
A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers trail the hem of your panties. Your thighs attempt to squeeze together, blocked by his body between them. He shushes you again, his lips leaving yours to trail across your cheek. Nerves are twisting in your stomach, your fingers sinking into the fabric of his shirt.
“Kyle, I don’t…” Your breath hitches as his teeth scrape your jaw. “I can’t-”
“It’s okay.” He breathes against your skin. His head lifts so he’s staring down at you, propped up on his elbows above you. He’s so close, his body so warm against yours. “I’ve got you.” He shifts to the side, one hand lifting to your chin, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Do you trust me?”
You nod. “Of course I trust you.”
He grins, dropping back to his elbows over you. “Then let me help you.”
Another flutter of nerves twists in your stomach as he leans back down to kiss you, his hand dropping back down to your leg. Calloused fingers drag up your skin, pushing your skirt up with them until he reaches your panties. Excitement shoots through you with the nerves as his fingers trace the sensitive skin of your thigh. It’s not that you don’t want this, it’s more that you’re nervous about what’s going to happen. You do trust Kyle. You trust him with your life…it’s just that you’ve never felt ready to take this step with him. You’ve never gone this far with someone before, always shutting down when previous boyfriends try to push this far.
That’s why they’re all previous boyfriends.
Kyle, though. Kyle was patient. Kind. Understanding. But even now he’s pushing, wanting to take this leap with you. You’re not sure you want to, but it’s Kyle. You know he’ll take care of you. It won’t hurt like you heard in horror stories. He’ll make sure of that...right?
He pulls away from you, sitting up on his knees between your legs. You feel so spread open, so vulnerable with him looming over you. His hands slip under your skirt, pushing it up around your ribs, revealing your underwear.
He lets out a low whistle, fingers toying with the frilly fabric. “You wear these just for me?” He ask.
“No…” you flush, face warming until you’re afraid steam might start rising from your skin. It’s the truth. You just like the frilly, lacy undergarments. They make you feel special.
The corner of his lips lift in a smirk. “You sure about that?” His voice is pitched low and deep, eyes darkening as he stares at the frilly, pink fabric separating you from your most private of areas.
His fingers dip under the fabric just slightly, teasing you before he pulls away. His fingers grasp the fabric of your skirt, tugging it down off your legs. You pull your knees to your chest in embarrassment, suddenly feeling shame at being so exposed.
“Easy,” He coos, hands closing around your calves to pull your legs back down. “I’ve seen you in less.”
He has. That time the two of you took a trip to the beach when it was too hot to function. You had warn a conservative one-piece bathing suit that had shown a bit more skin than you were comfortable with. Kyle had flaunted proudly in nothing but a pair of board shorts, unafraid of being so exposed. He’d gotten more than a few looks, but it never seemed to bother him. His eyes had been on you the entire time.
Kyle’s fingers trail up your legs, palms pressing on top of your thighs. His hands are so warm, warmer than your already heated skin. Your legs are pulled tight together, muscles clenching to keep them from being spread apart. Kyle doesn’t try, his hands sliding further up to your stomach. Your breath hitches as those calloused fingers slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, trailing across the sensitive skin. He hums, fingers gently stroking your skin. Goosebumps erupt across your body, the corner of Kyle’s lips lifting in a smirk.
“My sensitive little thing.” He murmurs, pressing his palms flat against your stomach before sliding them upwards, taking your shirt with them.
His fingers curl around the hem of your shirt, tugging it up over your head, leaving you more exposed to him and the cool air in the room. Your arms immediately cross across your chest, trying to hide yourself from him.
His fingers trail down your arm, gently wrapping around your wrist. “You don’t need to hide from me.” You’re stiff as he gently pries your arms away from your chest. “It’s just me.”
You gulp as your arms drop to your sides, shoulders squared and tense as he stares at you. You’ve never felt so exposed as you do in this moment, your brain screaming at you to stop, to turn back, to deny him what he wants once again.
How many times can you say no before he gives up?
He shushes you gently, stroking your cheek before he sits back on his knees. “Here.” he says, tugging his own shirt over his head.
You stare at the smooth exposed skin of his chest, your mouth starting to go dry. He’s so beautiful, so pretty for a man. You don’t know how you got so lucky.
He shifts on the bed, fingers undoing the button of his jeans before he wiggles out of them, kicking them off the side of the bed. “There.” He says, left in nothing but his briefs. “Now we’re equal.”
He lays himself on the bed again, skin pressed against yours as he moves so you’re face to face. His hand cups your cheek, bringing your lips to his. His kisses are soft, delicate, reassuring.
“You okay?” He asks, trailing his lips down your jaw.
“I feel...exposed.” You admit.
“It’s okay.” He says softly, pressing kisses to your neck. “It’s just me.”
He suckles at your skin, a shiver running down your spine. You like it when he does that, warmth blooming under your skin. You’ve never felt anything like it before. His hand slides down your chest, running over your stomach before it stops right below your breast. It just sits there, warm against your already heated skin.
“I’d like to touch you.” He murmurs against your skin. “Is that alright?”
Is it alright? Your head is starting to go cloudy, something pulsing between your thighs at the thought of him touching you in ways no one else has. He continues to kiss your throat, sucking at the skin, teeth nibbling, leaving marks. You’ve never had marks there before.
“Yes,” you breathe, voice shaking just slightly.
You feel him grin, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Good girl.”
You like that. Something stirs within you at his praise. More warmth is pooling in your stomach, your thighs clenching together tighter.
Kyle’s hand slowly slides up your breast until it rests across the expanse. His hands are so big, fingers so long as he tightens his hold around the sensitive globe. His thumb brushes across the lace, shifting downward to brush across your nipple, pebbled in anticipation. You gasp at the sensation, sparks of electricity running down your spine. He does it again, pulling away to watch your face. Your mouth parts in a gasp, eyes locked to his.
He tugs your bra down, freeing your breasts. You try to cover yourself again but he beats you to it, his hands cupping your breasts. Heat flushes through you at his bold move, face burning. No one’s ever touched you like this before. No one’s gotten those close, seen so much of you. You should turn back now, put a stop to this before it goes any further, but the way his thumbs are flicking your nipples has those thoughts fading away.
You watch as he bends his head down, lips closing around your nipple. You gasp at the wet sensation, his lips sucking at the sensitive bud. More heat floods your body, shooting down between your legs. His other hand is tweaking your other nipple, the painful pleasure shooting between your legs as well. That’s what it is. Pleasure. You like it, the way he’s making you feel. Despite your hesitance and fear, you like it. You like what he’s doing to you and your body.
You never thought it could be like this.
He pulls away from your nipple, switching sides to give the other some attention. Your hands curl into fists as more and more pleasure shoots down your spine, your thighs pressing tighter and tighter together. Kyle’s hands slide to your back, undoing the clasp on your bra before tossing it onto the floor. You feel truly exposed now, that bit of perceived modesty gone.
Kyle shifts against you, something hard brushing your hip as he kisses his way from your breasts down your stomach. Nerves start to bubble in your stomach as he gets lower and lower, his hands coming to rest on your thighs again. He pauses right at the waistband of your panties, pressing a soft kiss to the skin right above the fabric. He sits back up on his knees, his hands gently prying your thighs apart. No matter how hard you try to keep them locked together, he’s much stronger than you.
“It’s okay,” he coos at you, pressing your legs apart. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Your face burns as he stares down at you, at the small wet spot on the gusset of your panties. His hands slide up your thighs, pressing them into the bed as he gets closer and closer to your most private part, something no one has seen before.
“Kyle…” You say, voice wavering.
He shushes you, hands coming to rest on your inner thighs. “It’s alright. It’s just me.”
You’re breathing heavily, stomach twisting with nerves. You don’t want him to see you, but at the same time you can’t deny the way your body is responding to him. The pulsing between your thighs says otherwise, the damp spot on your panties from your arousal. He’s done this to you, he’s made you feel this way.
“I’ll make you feel good, yeah?” He says, his fingers teasing the hem of your panties. “I’ll take good care of you, love.”
You gulp but don’t say anything further as he slides his fingers under the waistband of your panties, gently tugging them down your thighs. You try to squeeze your legs together but he beats you to it, parting your thighs again. Shame burns through you as you’re spread open before him, so vulnerable and exposed. Your hands curl into fists, tears brimming your eyes as he stares down at you.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He breathes, his hands pressing into your inner thighs, thumbs spreading you apart.
More shame burns through you as he stares at you so intently. Your body jolts as he ghosts his thumb along your folds, pressing it down against a spot between them. He starts to move his thumb, rubbing slow circles. Your body twitches, lips parting in a gasp at the intense sensation. You’ve never felt anything like it before. He’s watching you, watching your face as he continues to circle his thumb, your body tense, pulled taught like a cord.
“Relax, love.” He says, continuing to circle his thumb. “It’ll feel better.”
You let out a long breath but you can’t relax, still to nervous and exposed. Kyle’s got his hand between your legs, pressing against your most private spot. He’s doing things to you, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. You don’t...hate it. It feels good, what he’s doing to you. More and more warmth pools between your legs as he continues to circle his thumb, goosebumps forming on your skin.
His other hand slides through your folds, gathering some of the wetness on his fingers. You lift your head to stare at him as he gently presses against your hole, dipping his fingertip into you. You gasp, trying to close your legs but he pries them back apart, shifting his body so your legs are draped over his as he kneels between them.
“You’re alright.” He says, dipping his finger in further. “I’ve got you.” His thumb continues to circle that spot, more and more arousal building inside of you.
You can almost ignore his finger pressing into you. Almost.
The corner of his lips lifts in a smirk as he presses in deeper, working his finger into you. “My good girl.” He says, sinking his finger in as far as he can. “My sweet, innocent girl.”
Your face flushes with heat at his words, your entire body tensing. He shushes you again, starting to work his finger in and out of you. It’s an odd feeling, something you’ve never experienced before. All of this is new to you, unknown and unfamiliar.
You trust Kyle, though. You trust Kyle enough to let him see these parts of you. You trust Kyle enough to let him touch you like this.
You let out a shaky breath as Kyle continues to move his finger, pressing it around inside of you. You’re getting more and more aroused, the steady circling pressure and the feel of his finger inside of you is enough to have your mind reeling, going numb to the doubts and hesitations. It feels too good, the warmth pooling in your stomach getting more and more intense the more Kyle continues to touch you.
Your body clamps down around him, tensing and relaxing as he hits a spot inside of you. He pauses for a moment, staring up at you before he presses there again. A shaky breath leaves your lips, a sound escaping like you’ve never made before. It feels good, so good. Intense, overwhelming. You want to feel it again.
A smirk twists Kyle’s lips upward again, his finger pressing into that spot over and over. You’re getting wetter, coating Kyle’s finger in slick as he continues his ministrations. There’s a stinging sensation as Kyle presses a second finger into you, working the thick digit into your body.
“Gotta get you ready for me.” He says, continuing to circle his thumb. That alone is enough to have your legs trembling. You’ve lost control of your body, putty in Kyle’s hands as he molds you into what he wants.
He continues to thrust his fingers into you, focusing on that spot inside of you that has your entire body trembling, overcome with an intense feeling. It’s growing and growing. You’re hurtling towards and edge and you’re scared of what’s waiting on the other side. Your thighs try to press together but he keeps them apart, continuing to touch you.
“Kyle…” You breathe, another sound leaving you. It’s embarrassing, the kinds of noises he’s drawing from you. Lewd sounds, sounds you never knew you could make.
“I’ve got you.” He says softly, but he doesn’t stop, still touching you, still drawing you closer and closer to that scary edge. “Let go for me.”
Your entire body clamps down around him, hips lifting off the bed as you’re thrown into a feeling unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s intense, overwhelming, good. You’re shaking, eyes rolling, limbs flailing, grasping for anything you can find to cling to.
You’re panting as you come down from that high, body still twitching as you relax back on the bed. Kyle is still touching you, but he’s slowed his ministrations. He’s watching you, a small grin on his face. You’re breathing hard, chest heaving. “What was that?”
“You just had your first orgasm.” He says proudly, pulling his fingers from inside of you. “Did you like it?”
You nod, ignoring that twist of shame within you.
“Good.” He says, shifting his body up so he’s leaning over you again. “Because we’re far from done.”
He reaches over, opening the nightstand drawer before pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. He shifts back onto his knees, tugging his briefs down. You stare in shock as he reveals himself, his thick member stiff between his legs. You’ve never seen him naked before, never quite so revealed.
A chord of fear strikes in you as you stare at him. There’s no way that’s going to fit inside of you. No way.
“Kyle…” you say hesitantly, still staring at his member, cheeks warm.
“It’s okay.” He says, popping open the cap of the bottle before squirting some of the viscous liquid onto his fingers. “It’ll fit.”
“I don’t know…”
He chuckles softly, pressing his fingers back into you. They’re wet and slimy as he spreads the lube inside of you. “It will.”
He pulls his fingers free before coating his member in the lube, working it over his skin. He kneels between your thighs again, dragging the head of his member through your folds. You gasp at the sensation, gulping down the lump in your throat. He folds his body over yours, leaning on one arm over you as the other holds his member against you.
“Relax,” he breathes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “It won’t hurt if you relax.”
You try to do as he says, nerves and shame burning through you. You’re about to lose your virginity, the last bit of innocence you’ve clung to for so long. It’s Kyle, though. Kyle loves you. He’ll take care of you. He’s promised that over and over, even when you’ve shut him down, trying to avoid this. He’s persistent this time, though, pushing past your nerves and barriers.
You let out a shaky breath, wrapping your arms around his back. He gently presses forward, your tight hole spreading open around the head of his member. It’s uncomfortable, your body tensing at the intrusion.
“Relax…” he coos, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. You cling to him, trying to breathe through the discomfort.
He presses further in, stretching you open around his member. You whimper at the stretch, the discomfort, the knowledge of what’s happening to you. A flash of pain jolts through you as he presses further in, sinking deeper into you. There’s no going back now. He’s ruining you and your innocence forever.
He sinks in completely, hips pressed flush with yours. He stills there, slipping his arms under you. He’s staring at you from above, tears pooling in your eyes. His thumbs brush your cheeks, wiping away the tear that falls.
“It’s alright.” He breathes softly. “The worst is over. Now it’ll start to feel good.”
You don’t believe him as he starts to move, discomfort radiating from between your legs. He moves slow and steady, rocking his hips back and forth. It’s even weirder than his fingers, full to the brim and uncomfortable. You lean your cheek into his hand, arms still wrapped tight around him. You’re pressed skin to skin, as close as you can be. It’s nothing like when he’s held you before, so soft and tenderly, careful not to get too close, to push those barriers you put up.
He’s knocked them down now, the two of you pressed together as fully as two people can be. Naked, skin to skin, his member deep inside of you. He’s breathing hard in your ear as he continues to move, thrusting into you harder now, the bed squeaking under you. Heat flushes your face as a strangled sound leaves your lips, his member shifting just slightly inside of you. A stream of electricity trails down your spine. It’s starting to feel good, the discomfort wearing away as your body adjusts.
He’s grinding against you, hips pressing against yours. It’s like a dance, a forbidden dance between the two of you. It’s almost thrilling, breaking this rule you set for yourself, allowing this barrier to fall with someone you trust implicitly.
His body moves harder against you, hips snapping against yours. That heat is blooming between your legs again, pooling deep in your stomach. He’s brushing that spot his fingers had been teasing earlier, your legs trembling around his hips. He’s cursing in your ear, making the most obscene noises.
“Fuckin’ so tight babygirl.” He groans, pressing a kiss to your ear. “Gripping me so good.”
You’re making obscene noises as well, unable to hold back as the pleasure begins to build. You’re hurtling towards that edge again, but you’re less scared this time, prepared for what’s on the other side.
“Kyle…” you gasp, nails digging into his back. You’re probably hurting him but you don’t care right now.
“Cum for me.” He groans, snapping his hips against yours. “Fucking cum for me.”
You’re hurtled over that edge, slipping into the mindless pleasure as you writhe beneath him. You’re gripping him so tightly, every inch of your body spasming as lights dance behind your eyes. He continues to move, his own body shuddering as he slams his hips into yours almost painfully, a deep groan leaving his lips as his head tilts back. Something warm begins to fill you, Kyle’s hips jerking.
He collapses against you with a groan, squishing you beneath him. You’re still clinging to him, tears brimming in your eyes. You’ve done it. There’s no going back now. The innocence you so carefully guarded is gone, destroyed.
Kyle lifts himself back up onto his elbows with a groan, staring down at you. His fingers brush your cheeks, eyes soft. “Properly ruined you now, haven’t I?” He grins, leaning down for a kiss. “My good girl.”
A shiver runs down your spine at the praise.
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Summary: He’s finally home and he can’t wait another moment
Pairing: Gaz x reader
Word Count: 882 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, explicit sexual content, p in v sex, clothed sex, soft sex, reunion sex, no foreplay, language
A/N: Love some good reunion sex. Hope you enjoy!
MASTERLIST
You’re at the door, waiting for him.
He barely makes it through before you’re in his arms, his bag dropping to the floor as he wraps himself around you, holding on tight. The heavy weight that’s been on your shoulders for the last few weeks is slowly disappearing as you breathe him in. He’s here, he’s home, he’s safe.
“Missed you, love.” You say, tears blurring your vision as you rest your cheek against his shoulder.
“Not as much as I missed you.” He murmurs, burying his face in your neck. His soft lips brush against the skin there, pressing soft kisses to your throat.
“Kyle…” you murmur, your fingers teasing the skin of the back of his neck.
“Can’t help it.” He groans, scraping his teeth along your pulse. “Fucking missed you so much.”
“Missed me or my pussy?” You ask, pulling back just slightly.
“Both of you.” He says, bending down to hoist you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the couch.
His lips meet yours as he lays you down against the cushions, pressing his body against yours. Fuck, how you’ve missed him and his beautiful face. His arms wrap around you, pressing you tight against his chest. You can feel him, the bulge in his pants pushing against your hip.
“How many times did you get off to those photos I sent?” you ask, lips brushing his.
“Too many to count.” He groans, rutting his hips against you. “Looked so fucking hot.” His hand slips between your legs, pushing your skirt up to stroke you through your panties. You’re already wet, growing wetter by the second. You’ve had nothing but memories to get off to, mental images of his body and what he’ll do to do when he gets back.
He’s wasting no time.
“Fucking wet for me already.” He groans, pressing his face into your throat. “Need you so bad.”
“Then take me.” You say, tugging at his shirt.
He shrugs you off, instead lifting up onto his knees to undo his belt and zipper. He pushes his pants just far enough down he can free his cock from his briefs. It’s big even in his hand, hard and angry looking, and you swear it’s pulsing with need. He flips your skirt further up, not even bothering to remove your panties as he shoves them to the side.
You groan as he presses into you, fighting to relax around him as he splits you open. The stretch is almost painful with no prep, but you take it, your arousal guiding him in. Kyle curses, laying his body over yours, elbows resting on the couch. He’s pressed so tightly against you, hips pushing until they’re flush with yours. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him as tight against you as you possibly can. He never feels close enough the first time after he’s been gone. You’d sink into his very being if you could.
Kyle rests his head against yours, hot breaths fanning your ear. You stroke his back, shifting your hips to draw him deeper into you. He breathes out another curse, his hips jerking slightly.
“Kyle?” You breathe.
“Yes, love?” he responds, tightening his grip around you.
“Move.” You say, shifting your hips again.
“Yes, ma’am.” He says, lips pulling in a smile before he starts to rock his hips.
You moan as he finally moves, dragging his cock back and forth with every thrust of his hips. He’s so deep inside you at this angle, your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him in even deeper. Your hands press against his back, feeling the way his muscles flex under his shirt.
He’s moaning and groaning in your ear, snapping his hips against yours. He’s desperate, almost as desperate as you are. You cling to him, as if he’ll be pulled away should you let go. The press of his cock inside of you is a reminder that he’s real, that he’s really here with you. This isn’t some dream you’ll wake up from feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.
He’s really home.
“Kyle…” you moan, arching your body up against his.
“I’ve got you.” He breathes, grinding against you.
“Shit…” you breathe, heels digging into his lower back as he drags his cock along that spot inside of you. He knows you so well, knows your body almost as well as his own. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Good.” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear. “Cum for me.”
You do, almost as if on command, squeezing around his cock as pleasure flows through you. You arch against his chest, squeezing your arms and legs tight around him. He’s not far behind, thrusting into you hard a couple times before he stills, hips pressed flush against yours as he spills into you.
The two of you lay there, Kyle going limp above you, pinning you to the couch. You don’t care that he’s heavy, that it’s slightly hard to breathe. He’s back with you, safe and secure and in your arms again.
“Fuck, I missed you.” You breathe, massaging his scalp as he hums contently.
“Missed me or my cock?” he teases.
“Both of you.” You grin, the sound of his chuckle vibrating through you.
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Summary: Can you be a good girl and stay still for him?
Pairing: Gaz x reader
Word Count: 558 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, cockwarming, humping, slight Dom/sub dynamics
A/N: Not very proud of this one but hey, it's something!
MASTERLIST
He’s still heavy inside of you, hips pressed against your ass. Sweaty chest against your back, breath fanning your ear he lets out a chuckle. “Fucking fantastic.”
He slips an arm under you, rolling you over onto your side. He’s still inside you, plugging you full of his cum. His hand trails down your body, pressing against the bulge in your stomach. You let out a quiet sound, shifting your hips against him.
“Think you can keep it in all night?” He murmurs in your ear, fingers stroking your stomach.
“Yes,” you whine, clenching around him.
“None of that.” He scolds you, pulling the blankets up around your still heaving bodies.
His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against his sweaty chest. He’s still inside you, half hard but he shows no sign of caring as he lets out a quiet sigh, nestling into the pillows. Soon he’s breathing steady and even, his arm going lax around you. He’s already asleep. It’s not that uncommon. He can fall asleep mid-sentence during pillow-talk sometimes. You’ve always envied him of that.
You envy him right now.
You can’t sleep, not with the way his cock is nestled inside of you. You squeeze around it again, whimpering quietly at the press against your walls. Kyle twitches behind you before settling, his cock still half hard. You suck in a deep breath, trying to calm your mind, shove away the feeling of his cock inside of you.
You’re unsuccessful.
You’re also unsuccessful at keeping your hips from rocking slowly, dragging his cock along your walls. You breathe softly, trying to make your movements as minuscule as possible to avoid possibly waking him. He’ll punish you, no doubt, not like this isn’t punishment enough.
You let out a sigh, stilling your movements as you press your face into the pillow. You can do this. You can sleep with his cock inside of you. You’ve done it before, but you had been so exhausted you had been the one to fall asleep mid pillow-talk. You wish for that exhaustion now, the quiet slip of your mind into sleep, becoming unaware of the world around you, of the cock stuffed inside of you.
Sleep continues to evade you, your pussy clamping down on Kyle’s cock once more. You’re soaked, dripping on your thighs, needy and desperate. The sensation is almost too much, your hips rocking back and forth just slightly. You sink your teeth into the pillow to muffle the quiet sound that slips past your lips, Kyle’s arm still draped over you.
You grip the sheets for leverage as you continue to rock your hips, Kyle’s cock getting harder inside of you. You don’t care that he might wake up, too desperate for some relief.
The press of his cock along your walls is enough to send you spiraling, your pussy clamping down around his cock as your eyes roll back. Your hips jerk, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life as your thighs press together. The moan that slips out is muffled by the pillow, your body trembling from the orgasm you’ve just brought yourself.
You’re breathing heavy, Kyle’s body shifting slightly behind you. His warm breath fans your ear as he presses closer, his arm tightening around your waist. “Naughty thing.” He murmurs sleepily. “I’ll punish you for that later.”
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Summary: You return to the beach, to your merman for another romp in the waves.
Pairing: Gaz x reader
Word Count: 2,058 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, teratophilia, merman!Kyle, nonhuman biology, emotions, love confessions, slight angst, language
A/N: I did say I could turn this into a series, so here's part 2. Highly recommend reading part 1 just to have a better understanding of merman Kyle and their dynamic, and of course the lore.
MASTERLIST | Part 1
The light breeze blows your skirt as you walk in the sand. Distant sounds of pleasure flow along the beach like the waves. You’re heading for an empty spot, warmth already tingling between your thighs. You’re excited to see your merman again. It’s been too long.
The beach had been closed for a week after some Austrian tourist drowned accidentally. There had been talks of closing the beach permanently, but with enough public outcry they had been forced to reopen it to the public.
The thought of never seeing your merman again had sent you into a spiral.
Today is the first day the beach has been reopened. It’s crowded, no doubt all of the regulars had been missing their merfolk partners. Is it an addiction...possibly. But once you’ve experienced it...you’ll never go back.
You find a spot, stripping yourself of your clothes before you wade into the water. It’s warm, your skin tingling as you sit yourself down, waiting patiently.
You don’t have to wait long.
The water bulges as the figure glides through the waves seamlessly and gracefully. It never fails to shock you as you find yourself suddenly face to face with a familiar black gaze. His amethyst skin glitters in the sunlight, drops of water trailing down his face and chest. You follow them, watching them disappear in the divots of his muscles. He’s just as handsome as you remember in your dreams and fantasies, things that had kept you going for the long week without him.
“Hi,” you whisper, lifting a hand to his face, feeling his slick skin as you cup his cheek.
He doesn’t say anything as usual, hovering over you as his tail flicks in the water. You let him push you down, your hair fanning out in the water as he slots himself between your thighs. You like to think he missed you too. Did they understand why no one had been there for a week? Or had they thought you abandoned them?
The thought makes your chest ache.
“I missed you.” You say, staring up into those big, black eyes. “The beach was closed. I couldn’t come.” You explain it to him anyway, wanting him to know you hadn’t been away that long because it was your choice.
If he understands, he doesn’t show it, instead leaning down. You pull him the rest of the way, pressing your lips to his. He tastes briny, lips coated with salt water. You missed his taste, never able to recreate it just right in your memory. His tongue prods yours, pressing between your lips. You tilt your head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His skin is slick and rubbery against yours, but you never mind the feeling. It’s unique, so very different from soft human skin.
He’s getting hard just from kissing you, the bulge under his slit starting to press against your thigh. His teeth rake across your bottom lip, the metallic tang of blood meeting your lips. He pulls back but you stop him, holding him close to you.
“It’s okay,” you say, sucking your lip into your mouth to try and stop the blood from his sharp teeth. “It didn’t hurt.”
It really didn’t. You’re far too aroused to feel much of anything beyond pleasure and excitement.
You slide your hand down his chest to the slit at the top of his tail, teasing the sides before slipping your fingers inside. His own lips part, chest heaving as you tease the appendage tucked inside. You watch his face as it twists with pleasure, that human-like side coming through the more he gets aroused.
His own fingers dip between your thighs, careful of his claws as he slips two of them into your slick hole. You gasp quietly against his lips, pussy fluttering around the intrusion. You’d take him just like this with no prep, your body easily ready for him just from sight alone.
You’re so ruined for any human man now.
No one will ever make you feel like he does.
He pulls his fingers from you, pushing you back into the water once more. It’s shallow enough you can still breathe and see, the waves lapping at your cheeks. His hands slide up your body as his cock slips out of his sheath, sliding against the skin of your stomach. It’s warm and slick, coated in his natural lubrication. The ridges press into your skin as he slides against you, maneuvering himself so he can grab his cock.
You hold your breath in anticipation, the narrow tip of his cock dragging through your folds as he lines himself up before pressing into you. Your head tilts back, a moan leaving your lips at the stretch of him. It’s been a long week and you haven’t dared touch yourself, waiting in anticipation for this moment. You’re so worked up, the emotions of the week without him, the week you thought you might never seen him again, having taken their toll. You need release and you need it now.
He presses his hips against yours, sliding into you, spreading you open over his tapered cock. The ridges press up against you, pressing against the most delicious spots inside of you. Your eyelids flutter at the pleasure, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you hang on for dear life. No other man will be able to take his place, no other man will be able to make you feel like this.
You’re well and truly ruined for anyone but him.
His elbows land in the sand beside your head, his hips pressing into yours tightly, slotted right up against you as far as he can. He’s so thick and long, sitting so deep inside of you. You’re panting already, worked up and he’s not even started yet. You cling to him, wrapping your arms around his back as he starts to move, slowly thrusting his hips into you. You moan at the press of him inside of you, the feeling of him moving, slick and hard through your walls.
Your legs wrap around his waist, coiling around him like a snake as he moves, thrusting into you. It’s slow and soft, his body grinding against yours. He’s making love to you, even if he doesn’t realize it, even if he doesn’t understand. It’s more than just fucking to you, the soft movements, the deep thrusts of his hips. You can’t see his face, his head dropped to the side of yours, but you like to imagine the look of pleasure, the shine of love in his eyes as he looks at you.
He missed you, you want to think. It’s been a long week for him too.
He continues to thrust into you, the ridges of his cock brushing that spot inside of you over and over. You’re trying not to cum too fast, trying not to end this before you’re ready. It feels too good, though. He feels too good.
“Fuck…” you breathe, your body starting to tremble around him. Your legs are shaking around his hips, sliding against his slippery skin. Your nails bite into his shoulders but don’t even break his thick skin.
He doesn’t care, either numb to the pain or he doesn’t even feel it.
You wish he’d make noise, some kind of sound to alert to you what he’s feeling, beyond just the throb of his cock inside of you. You wish he could talk, you wish he understood you. You might never leave the beach if that were the case, though. You’d camp out, be in the water every day to take him, pleasure him, get pleasure in return.
His hips buck against yours, driving his cock deep inside of you. You can’t hold it anymore, legs squeezing tight around his hips as you cum, nearly going blind with pleasure as it rolls through you like the waves. You’re moaning loudly but you don’t care. There’s echoes of your own moans up and down the beach. Everyone is too lost in their pleasure to care much about anyone else.
You wonder if they’re as down bad as you are.
Your merman goes stiff above you, warm liquid spilling into you as his cock throbs. The two of you still, your breaths coming in pants, his own chest rising and falling with his breaths. You wonder how long he can be out, how long until he’ll have to breathe through his gills again. It’s not the first time he’s been on top, but that time hadn’t lasted long either. It’s like he can’t control himself when he’s on top, hovering over you. Maybe he likes this position the most.
You cling to him for a moment longer, trying to calm the shaking spasms of your body in the aftershocks of your orgasm. You could go another round, ten more rounds easily with him, but you know he won’t. In just a moment he’ll slip from your grip and disappear into the water.
You’re not sure what makes you do it, what as you gripping him tighter as he starts to slip away, just as you knew he would.
“Wait-” you say, gripping his shoulders. He stops, looking at you. Maybe he does understand you. “Don’t go. Just a moment.”
He slots himself back on top of you, letting you guide him so you’re holding him again. You stare up into those big black eyes, trying to read anything, any emotion you can find in them.
“I never want you to leave when it’s time.” you swallow around your admission, a lump forming in your throat. “I’d stay here forever with you, if I could. I just want you to know that.”
He doesn’t say anything, just continues to stare at you silently. You wish he would, or could, say something, give you a look into how he feels, what he’s thinking. You like to imagine him touched by your words, that you’re voicing some deep inner feeling he shares. You want him to feel the same way you do about him. You just need some sign, some glint in his eyes that conveys his feelings.
Still they continue to stare at you, dark and empty.
“I want to say I love you,” you continue, your chest heaving with nerves and the exertion from finally letting go of this heavy weight you’ve been carrying. “But I don’t know if you know what that means.”
His face doesn’t change at your admission, still empty and emotionless. It almost hurts more than rejection would. If he rejected you at least you’d be able to move on. His inaction is painful, a searing wound in your chest. This was stupid, trying to put your emotions into words, confessing to him the feelings you’ve been harboring for weeks. You shouldn’t have said anything, instead stewing silently in those emotions for the rest of your life.
“Sorry,” you sniffle, tasting your tears on your lips. “Can you just...kiss me one more time.”
He’s still, stiff where he lounges in the water staring at you. For a moment you wonder if he’ll even give you this before he slips off never to return. Finally he begins to move, leaning in closer until his lips are pressed against yours. Tears stream down your cheeks as you kiss him, trying to memorize the way he tastes, the feeling of his lips against yours in case you never see him again.
He pulls away, staring at you for one more long moment before he’s slipping back into the water, tail flicking as he slips beneath the waves. You sit there for a long moment, just watching the waves roll in, washing over you. The tide is coming in, the water up to your chest. The tears are still falling down your cheeks, and you wipe them away with a wet hand, pushing yourself up to stand.
The thought to never come back out of embarrassment and fear is there for a flash, before it’s driven away by determination. You will be back. If he comes to you again, you’ll know he feels the same, that your admission at least didn’t change anything between you. Perhaps it will. Perhaps he does feel the same, but can’t show it in a way you can understand.
You will see him again, no matter what.
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Summary: The pressure has been mounting all night. You don’t make it home first
Pairing: Gaz x reader
Word Count: 1,124 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, car sex, creampie
A/N: Yeah
MASTERLIST
The weight of Kyle’s hand on your thigh through dinner had been enough to leave you reeling, panties soaked through. He hadn’t done much beyond just resting his hand against your skin, but that had been enough to get you going. His calloused palm pressed against the warm, smooth skin of your leg, fingers brushing every so often, squeezing and sliding to your inner thigh.
You barely heard what your friends had said, gossiping and gabbing about your lives, everything new that’s happened since you saw them last. You’re lucky Kyle was eloquent and clear-headed, though you know he did it on purpose. Riling you up and teasing you so he could get some later.
Now it’s later. If you were a better person you’d deny him...but how can you say no to that face?
Kyle’s hands are on your waist, your legs slung over him as he slides the driver’s seat back to give you space. You’re still in the restaurant parking lot, which is full of cars, but neither of you care. Neither of you can wait much longer.
“Fucking hell, love.” Kyle gasps as you nip at his throat, working his tie free of his shirt.
“Need you.” You whine, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt to reveal his smooth skin beneath. “You worked me up all night and now you’re going to fix it.”
“Needy little thing.” He smirks, his hands trailing from your hips to your ass, slipping under the fabric of your skirt to squeeze.
“Not my fault.” You murmur, bringing your lips back to his, kissing him deeply.
His hand slides from your ass between your legs, pressing against the soaked gusset of your panties. “Fuck, love, you really are all worked up.”
“Told you,” you gasp, pressing your hips back into his hand.
“Let me help you, then.” He grunts, slipping his hand around your body to reach between your legs. He pushes your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your folds.
You moan against his throat, legs jerking at the sudden touch against your neglected clit. Its been throbbing for an hour, desperate for any friction you can give it. Squeezing your thighs together hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy you. He rubs tight circles around it, your hips rocking against his hand desperately.
“Fuck, Kyle!” You moan, breathing hard against his throat. “’M gonna cum.”
“Already?” He asks, slowing his fingers. “Fuck, babe.”
“I need your cock like right now.” You say, reaching down to undo the button on his pants.
He shifts his hips up, letting you undo the zipper before you pull them down just enough to free his cock from his briefs. He’s half hard in your hand, twitching as you start to stroke him. His breathing starts to pick up, his cock going hard in your hand at your touch. He curses quietly, his own fingers going back to circling your clit. Your body shudders in response, thighs pressing together where they’re spread over his. It’s a tight squeeze in the car but you make do, pressing your body up against his.
His fingers leave your clit to wrap around you, pressing you as close as he can. He’s staring up at you with those big brown eyes, shining in the lamp light outside. You take in that gorgeous face for a moment before you’re leaning down to kiss him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
He holds onto you tightly as you line him up, pressing his cock against your pussy. It’s a stretch as you sink down onto him, his cock spearing you open. Your head falls back as you moan, uncaring of anyone outside the car that might hear. His cock spreads you open as you sit on it, sinking down until your hips meet his.
He’s still breathing hard, hands gripping your hips tightly as you pause there for a moment, your pussy fluttering around him. His hands guide your hips, rocking you back and forth on his cock, pressing it up against that spot inside of you with every movement. You’re already practically seeing stars from the feeling of him inside of you after being horny all night, and the press of him against that spot nearly has you cumming instantly.
“Fuck…” you moan, long and drawn out as you begin to bounce, fucking yourself on his cock.
He’s moaning just as much as you, arms wrapping around you to hold you against him as you ride him, your head tilting back in pleasure. You’re desperate for it, for any sort of relief after the night you’ve had, being worked up and teased by his simple touches. You knew this would happen, that as soon as you got a moment alone you’d be on him, begging for his cock.
You’re desperate for it, bouncing on his cock like you might die if you stop. Your legs are shaking, getting tired but you press on, Kyle’s hips lifting to meet yours. The car is rocking slightly but you don’t care, far past that point as you get closer and closer to the edge from his thick cock pressing inside of you.
“I’m gonna cum,” you moan, clinging to him tightly, pressing his face against your throat.
He licks and sucks at your skin, still holding you tightly. “Cum for me, love.” He groans, his cock twitching inside of you, speaking to his own pleasure.
You curse, moaning his name as you get closer and closer to the edge, legs squeezing around his hips as pleasure flows through you. Your body shudders, pussy fluttering around him as you finally reach that peak, your orgasm washing over you. Kyle’s hips jerk a few more times, pressing up against yours before he stills, spilling into you. You moan at the feeling, going limp against him.
“Holy shit, babe.” Kyle breathes, still holding you tightly against him.
“God, you’re so hot.” You groan, pressing a kiss below his ear.
“Not as hot as you, gorgeous.” He says, shifting you in his lap.
You moan slightly as it moves his cock inside of you, pressing up against your sensitive walls. He groans as you squeeze around him, his arms squeezing around your hips.
He lifts you off his cock, moving your panties back into place. “Keep that in until we get home.” He says lowly, pressing a kiss to your lips before he helps you over the center console and into the passenger seat.
You squeeze your thighs together as you put on your seat belt, trying to keep his cum inside of you, excited for what he has planned once the two of you get home...if you can make it that long without touching each other.
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