â§Ëâ hi, my name is wen or you can call me moon! im an 24 year old emo who loves schlatt and wicca phase springs eternal. i am genderqueer/nb/trans! i use they/he/she as my pronouns. gonna be using this as a side account to post from ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/users/tumblrmoon/pseuds/tumblrmoon
â§Ëâ i mostly write using afab but willing to write for anyone if asked <3
â§Ëâ my requests are closed for now but feel free to ask me anything!
â§Ëâ link to my main schlatt fic! (based on the song: not like this by wicca phase springs eternal): https://www.tumblr.com/tmblrmoon/758844116742422528/not-like-this-prologue-jschlatt-x-reader
â§Ëâ this is not my main blog if i like or follow you i will be using this account @traumatizedd-bunnyangel (tw: vent account for trauma)
It had been some time since you last saw him. Schlatt had been busy with his schedule, but since he's now semi-retired, he has more time for you. Currently, he was calling you from Japan. The screen flickered on, casting a warm hue from its florescent lights. He was dressed in a casual baggy navy blue hoodie and some jeans. He looked far too good just standing there.
"Hey, toots." He smirked, his deep New York drawl echoing. His eyes gleamed with something only described as obvious lust.
"Hi, my love." You spoke into the camera. Your wet hair laid in messy, sticky cascades down your back. You had just gotten out of the shower and currently, the only thing covering you, was a thin cotton towel. His eyes traced your body appreciatively.
"I'm getting on the flight home later. Prepare yourself. I've been desperate, thinking about you since I left." His eyes never left the camera. Bold move. Your face flushed into a deep rose color. You'd been dating him for a while now, and you've still not gotten used to the blunt comments. You felt a sudden, familiar warmth spread below your waistline. Fuck.
"mm? Have you?" You teased back. You felt yourself dampen the towel which was supposed to be drying you off. His smirk widened into a shit-eating grin. He could obviously tell you were getting wet. The texture of the towel brushing against your clit did not help your case. He lifted the phone just as he was laying down. You caught a glimpse of his clothed cock. He wasn't soft either. You gulped.
"you want some, toots?" He crooned in your ear. You grabbed your phone and immediately sprint-walked to your bed. God, his voice was more appealing now than it had ever been before. You whined, and he took that as a yes (correct). He unzipped the fly of his jeans. He wasn't wearing any boxers. That horny, horny bastard. His hard cock sprung free. You spread your legs on the bed, showing off your slick pink folds. He groaned in appreciation.
"still wet f'me, I see." He teased. You snaked your free hand down to rub your swollen clit. His calloused hand wrapped around his dick, rubbing it up and down at a medium pace. You matched his strokes, quickening yours on your clit. He groaned loudly into the phone, as you whimpered.
"good girl." He praised. You whined in response. Pre-cum beaded on his tip. He let out a final loud groan, and his warm cum sprayed against his shirt and jeans. You quickened your circular rubs and came soon after, clear warmth trickling down your slit.
"I'll see you soon, babe. Love you." He smiled into the camera.
"love you too." You responded breathlessly. He hung up first.
God, you wish he would hurry up and board that flight.
update for all my schlumbr mooties!! i didnât disappear from writing i am still here lurking i fear the schlatt fixation is dying down a bit for me but donât worry i still love him !! and i plan to finish up the rest of the requests i have after that im taking a break from writing schlatt stuff for a bit till i get like a random idea but yeah also life has just been busy for me in general since i started talking to a girl so things have been well there đ€ and i developed a fixation on ryan glosing since i watched phm now i have side blog for that so yippee !!
- schlattxreader short drabble thing [fluff and tension ish] -
Schlatt is your favorite person, and you generally don't like anyone. When you do tho... you get a little obsessive. Nothing too crazy. Just fantasizing about him day, night, morning, evening, in the bedroom, upside down- i mean - totally pg things.
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"God - I'm - fuck," you breathed out heavily, wiping sweat from your brow. Exhausted is what you were. This was your second walk of the day, and it was so hot outside. Just like someone you knew...
bzzt.
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schladdy<3
wanna grab dinner? im like 10 mins from your apartment, recorded something earlier and stayed in town. it's on me
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You gasped a little. Not with surprise, but breathless excitement. Schlatt? Taking you out? He must be in a really good mood.
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[ sure, what's the special occasion? ]--
schladdy<3
i'm not an asshole all the time. 6:30 work for that soul food place you like?
[ ok it's actually supposed to be southern cooking but close enough. yeah i'll see u then <3 ]--
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Your hand quivered while you typed. He was so attractive - like ridiculously hot. AND he was funny? God, that'll do it. You walked back to your apartment to get ready, deciding you'd wear something comfy to see your favorite guy.
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A shower and your best perfume later, here you were. "Sam's Smokehouse," a favorite restaurant of yours among the many in New York. You carefully and sweetly walked into the entry/breezeway of the restaurant only to find Jay sitting at the bar. He looked like he was on his phone waiting for you - but from here you couldn't tell. You accidentally licked your lips in thought of him, savoring the comforting, but tense images your brain conjured. You up against a wall. His body pressing into you. How tall he is compared to you. How handsome he is. Schlatt was a hot guy, sure, but everyone wanted him. Like everyone. You'd never met someone who knew him who didn't think he could be good boyfriend material. You had a slim shot realistically.
Your eyes fluttered while you made your way to the bar, getting ready to put on your best calm show to be with your bff for a nice dinner. You swallowed hard as you came up behind him, a hand gingerly crawling up onto his left shoulder, your chin on his right. "Hi Jay."
"Shit- fuck, you scared me," he said breathlessly, instantly turning his phone off and placing it face down on the bar top. "Hi toots." his cheeks were a little pink, giving away the fact he had a drink before you got here. even before the whiskey glass near him did.
"So... you never answered my question." you gently messed with your hair as you slid yourself up into the hightop bar stool. "Is there a special occasion?"
He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Does there need to be? Can't i be a gentleman with no rhyme or reason?"
"Jay," you sighed lovingly, tilting your head to the side. "Everything you do has a reason. C'mon, did something good happen? Mets make it big at some game? Stocks up? Your dad get a sportscar? There has to be something!" your smile was infectious. His cheeks grew ever so slightly more pink as they scrunched up slightly, smirking at your ramble.
"Just like being with my girl." he tilted his head down slightly, eyes locked onto yours, raising his glass up slightly before knocking it back. He looked back at you hungrily.. and not the kind food can fix.
Your breath hitched slightly. Was he drunk already? How many whiskeys did he have before you got here? Was... was he sober? Your brow furrowed in thought.
"You look good. I like that tanktop." he gestured towards your slightly bare shoulder, almost touching it, but quickly covering up his almost-mistake.
Your eyes glimmered. "You're drunk."
"I'm 4 ounces of whiskey in, toots. Nice try though." he smiled with low eyes, looking you up and down. "You got more tan. Been spending time outside?"
"I like walking, yes." you sighed with a small smile, glancing at the menu. God was he sexy. "I'm not a fake tan girl. Not my style," you shook your head.
He smoothly scooted his barstool closer to you - and suddenly his warm, large hand was in the small of your back, thumb lovingly rubbing side to side. "'S fine. You're pretty no matter what. Don't need that fake shit." He tilted his head and looked at your menu with you.
Chills went up your spine, your jaw falling slightly agape as you gently gasped, just loud enough for him to unfortunately here.
"Tsk, sensitive much?" He chuckled. He towered over you even while sitting.
You began to quiver slightly, legs pressed together tightly while your throat tightened. "What.. Jay," you looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy. He looked so good. The dim mood lighting at the bar complimented him well.
"What?" for a brief moment you saw worry flash across his eyes, immediately being hidden by his unfaltering confidence.
You looked him up and down. He bent down a little to meet you face to face. His eyes were low, and looked sweet.
"I.. I don't know." you answered hoarsely. Right now nothing else mattered to you. Not the bartender awkwardly staring, the lady beside you whispering, or how clammy your hands grew. His nose momentarily brushed against yours.
"Now, go ahead and decide what you want. Remember I'm picking up the check. Please, for fucks sake, don't get a salad." he smiled, leaning back up and taking his hand back to motion for another glass of whiskey.
Your eyes crept up to his. A knowing glance was exchanged, one that you read about in cringey romance novels or amateur fanfics you find on tumblr. You knew. He knew you knew. You knew that he knew that you knew, what, exactly?
What you wanted.
Him.
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hiii friends :) back for a drabbleish thingy in the midst of all my crazy stuff. i hope it's ok!! ive missed writing and missed you guys more!!! holla at me i miss u guys sm. excuse any typos ok ilybye
This idea came to me while I was in an extremely inebriated state and I drew sketches for the positions and everything so sober me could understand LMFAO. I also wrote the majority of this while in said inebriated state and just polished it off as much as possible later so if the pov changes and is weird that's why lol. Enjoy my loves <3
Jschlatt x reader, MDNI 18+, NSFW, afab reader (female genitalia), she/her pronouns, no use of (Y/n)
Wc : 1.7k
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Schlatt decides to do amateur porn with sweet, soft reader once he "retires" from the internet.
He only posts the links to their tapes on extremely niche forums at first so they're hard to find but people stumble on them anyways and so he decides to make a pornhub account to post on. It garners a good amount of traffic because reader is just so pretty and that guy that fucks her has a nice, big dick too!
Reader is always visible in the videos, she's far too pretty to hide (Schlatt likes showing off his gorgeous catch a little)!! Soft soft soft skin and is a naturally radiant-looking human being, quite literally always glowing and sweet sounding. It's abundantly clear she's very well taken care of and spoiled by her man (healthy hair, glowing skin, nails almost always done, etc).Â
Schlattâs face is never visible in any of the videos, but the slight moans and grunts that accidentally slip out sound halfway similar to him so fans speculate all the time.
There are only three untitled videos on the account.Â
The first video is a pov of reader in doggy, her back arched all pretty for Schlatt to slam his fat cock inside over and over. It looks like itâs filmed with a nice quality camera, soft morning light streaming through unseen curtains somewhere in what looks to be a bedroom. The video itself isnât more than a handful of minutes long, itâs fitting for a first post on a freshly made porn account. Reader is moaning nicely and pitifully grasping the sheets under her, the profile of her pretty face visible but smushed in the mattress and her body on full display. Her hypnotizing ass bouncing against Schlatt's pelvis with each of his hard thrusts. At some point, Schlatt reaches down with his free hand and grabs a fistful of her locks to pull her up so he can bully himself into her cute pussy more aggressively before the video cuts.Â
The video garnered a few thousand views from the usual pornhub traffic. Nothing too crazy, just catching the eyes of people who were far too deep in the recesses of the hub. There's only a few comments talking about how pretty reader is and that's about it.Â
The second video is reader riding him in the back seat of one of his nice cars. Itâs clearly night time, the windows are already fogged up. The nice camera seems to be set on the center console, giving a great view of readerâs backside as she pitifully bounces in Schlattâs lap. The frame cuts off both Schlatt and readerâs upper bodies, only showing Schlattâs big thighs spread and readerâs nice ass sat on top. Both of them are still halfway dressed, probably too eager to wait until they get home after a nice date or special occasion. Schlattâs slacks are unzipped and pulled down enough to free himself and readerâs dress is hiked up to rest at her hips. Itâs a bit longer than the first video, but still brief enough to let viewers thirst for more. His big hands dip into frame briefly to grip her hips and caress the expanse of her back as his cock slides in and out of her. Readerâs whimpers are a bit more hushed and she speaks indistinctly to Schlatt but none of it is picked up or seen by the camera, only the soft whisper of her voice in the background as the sound of skin meeting skin fills the car the more she bounces. Schlatt stays quiet for the most part but a few low grunts and groans are pulled out of him when reader rides him in just the way that he enjoys, just enough to be picked up if the video is at full volume. His hips roll unconsciously up into reader to meet her bounces, which quickly turns into him thrusting himself roughly inside her (earning a pornographically loud moan out of reader). He almost uses her as a toy, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist to keep her still as she takes every stroke like she canât get enough. Schlatt deeply thrusts upwards one final time and cums deep inside, letting out a soft and shaky groan that gets cut off as the video ends.Â
Schlatt rewatches every tape they make, he knows his noises are audible. He uploads it anyway because it would be a suchhhh a waste if people couldn't see how beautiful his girl is. This is where the serious fan speculation starts.
That video amasses way more views, and eventually gets spotted by some straggler fans who are convinced it could be Schlatt judging by the miniscule amount of groans and heavy breathing. The remaining fans are torn between the man being Schlatt or not, but enough time passes that itâs collectively brushed under the rug. Schlatt posting his homemade sex tapes sounds too far out of his character anyway, especially considering that he hadnât uploaded a video or streamed in years.Â
Over time, the theories start piling up and whatever is left of his fanbase unanimously agrees that it must be him. It's not necessarily common knowledge on the internet, but he'll never come out of retirement to disprove or acknowledge the speculation.
Schlatt uploads one last video to the porn account after letting the conversation and debates simmer. It's an entirely normal and full length Jschlatt video (probably a tiktok reaction let's be real), just like his prior days on youtube. It's confusing and odd content for the unbranded pornhub profile, but little do people know itâs an unassuming trap.
At the very end there's a hard cut to Schlatt and reader having sex on their couch. It looks hastily filmed on a phone or old handycam propped up on a nearby coffee table. The view makes it look far more intimate than all the other videos, almost like the viewer is intruding on a private moment. It looks to be around dusk, the apartment dim as if the sun had just settled under the horizon. Clearly the video must have been taken spontaneously, possibly after tiredly coming home from a Japan trip. The quality is horrible but not because of pornhub settings, it's whatever camera he's using to make it look shitty and grainy.
Reader's face can't be seen entirely with the camera angle, only part of Schlatt's. Itâs mostly the top of his head and his side profile as he looks down at reader squirming under him. Schlatt is on top of her, leaning down and genuinely giving his precious girl some love. Reverent kisses, slow rolling hips, soft gasps and grunts, a steady pace, and even steadier arms that cage around her. It looks deliberate, like heâs holding himself up over her on his forearms so the camera can see where their bodies meet together deliciously at the far end of the frame. Like he wants for her gorgeous body to be on display for all to see. Reader is wearing a cute little sundress that's bunched up at her waist, tits perfectly cupped by the fabric. Sheâs whimpering and keening into his kisses, clawing at his arms and broad shoulders. Her plush thighs are parted wide, one hooked over his hip and the other hanging limply on the other side so the camera can get a good look at her.Â
Schlatt is wearing one of his normal flattering black tees that he wears all the goddamn time, joggers pulled down enough to hang nicely off his hips and expose himself. He pulls his shirt up once deliberately so the camera can see how sheâs fucking soaked and how her greedy pussy takes every stroke of his fat dick so fucking well. It shows a little bit of his tasteful belly and happy trail too.Â
At the end of the short clip, he leans down to kiss reader more possessively. Itâs all hunger and want, his hand propped up on the couch cushion behind her, his fingers in her hair. When he pulls away from her, he dazedly looks up at the camera for a millisecond or two like he's suddenly remembering that he's recording. His eyes are dark and half lidded, almost like heâs still lost in the pleasure of her. His hand then reaches up to grab the camcorder off the table or whatever haphazard way he set it up beforehand. He grabs it in such a way that he has time to flash a lazy smile, giving one last shot of his face practically smirking before the video ends abruptly.Â
It wasn't nearly as much of a viral moment as anything he made in his prime on youtube and twitch. It still amassed more views in the few hours that it was up than usual before he nuked the entire pornhub account. He privated all of his social media, just leaving up his youtube channels that were long dead anyway. It was just enough jestery to give a playful âfuck youâ to his small remaining fanbase and to signify that it would be his final send off the internet for good.
He had the house in upstate New York, the most wonderful girl in the world, and all the money he needed.Â
Not famous enough to be pointed out in public anymore. He had no fear in taking his girlfriend (soon to be wife), the angel who practically floated into his lap from day one and claimed him heart and soul, out on dates and trips. Schlatt got to live his life, like leaving the internet persona behind was the last puzzle piece he needed to fully click into place for his soul to truly rest easy.
Plus the ridiculous amount of money the porn account made when it was up.
As time passed, he would definitely make another pornhub account (with a username that's probably painfully dubbed "BigGuy4" or something similar to the original porn account that he initially nuked).Â
He could live with posting videos of him fucking his beautiful ringed up wife occasionally to make a hefty amount of extra money, living their happy life together without anyone really knowing who he was or who he used to be.Â
Itâs late, probably nearing midnight now as you and Schlatt lounged on the couch in the living room; the only light being the flicker of whatever movie Schlatt had turned on in front of you.
Your legs are over his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh as the other slides up and down your calf absentmindedly.
You shift slightly, just trying to get yourself settled a bit more as you stared at the tv screen. But your head whips towards Schlatt when you feel the tell tale signs of something pressed against the back of your calf.
âSchlatt?â You tease, raising an eyebrow.
âShut it.â He mumbles, squeezing your thigh in a silently plea to get you to not tease him like this.
âMy legs being in your lap is doing something for ya?â You respond, shifting your leg slightly to feel him again.
âN-noâŠâ He mutters softly, praying the room is dark enough for you to miss the pink tint forming on his cheeks. âJust watch the movie.â
You laugh as he huffs, trying to settle back without brushing against you again. Though that fails and he suppresses a whine. An idea slips into your head, youâre not sure how heâd react. He may just push you away. But it was in your head now and you couldnât stop thinking about it.
One of your legs slides up, bending slowly until itâs resting over his hardening length.
âBabyâŠâ He mumbles, hissing as you lower your heel against the soft flesh. âWhatâre you doing?â
You just smile at him, pressing your heel a bit firmer; listening to the way he mewls under you.
Your foot starts to rock back and forth, pressing into his cock while sliding up and down it.
âF-fuck. please-â He gasps, his hips jutting towards your foot, his hand grabbing at your ankles to keep you from pulling away.
His face is flushed entirely now, his chest heaving as he tried to keep himself grounded. But your other foot moved, this time pressing his balls into the cushions below him and he cries out, his eyes rolling back as heâs overwhelmed with pleasure. âKeep going.â He whimpers, not even trying to hide the desperation.
You press harder again, feeling him twitch against you as his hips chased the pleasure he was getting from your touch.
His nails dig into your ankle, pleas and soft moans fall from his mouth repeatedly as his head falls back against the couch and his eyes squeezed shut. He tries to say something, but your heel slides against his tip and all bets are off. His body shaking as he squeezes your leg and mutters thank yous over and over again.
He holds you there as he catches his breath, his release dampens the front of his shorts and you feel the warmth against your foot.
He finally lets go and you move away, standing up from the couch; planting a kiss to his forehead. âSuch a little freak.â You murmur, acting as if you didnât enjoy it just as much as he did.
two weeks ago, i got broken up with. so after wallowing in my feelings for a bit, i feel like i can come back and use the experience for a fic. please enjoy if you are of legal age.
warnings: fem presenting reader who uses she/her pronouns, talk of a breakup, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, drunken sex
breakups are weird. you spend however long devoting yourself to a person and then one day that just stops. all of the talks, experiences, inside jokes? all gone. all for seemingly nothing. all because your heart fell harder than his.
it had been 6 months. not long by usual standards but long enough for your heart to feel safe around him. to skip a beat when you saw his name pop up on your phone next to those silly little emojis that you put there when you saved his contact. to wonder if this was actually the person you were going to build a future with. parts of his last message still ring in your head: âi care for you like a close friend, but i donât love youâ wrapped up in praises. saying that you deserved someone who was going to love you unapologetically.
âheâs a fucking loser,â schlattâs voice comes through the phone as a fresh coat of tears soaks into your pillow. âjust dropped that bomb and then disappeared? didnât even try to fight for you?â
your head shakes as you sob quietly. youâd called schlatt after your ex had texted you, unsure of what to do. and of course, in true schlatt fashion, he tries to make you laugh. the two of you had known each other since the previous spring, having been introduced by your best friend.
âat least tell me his dick was small.â schlatt says. âwas it an innie?â
that gets a laugh out of you. a soft, wet laugh that makes the pain in your chest ease ever so slightly. your face is still in the pillow, but the ache is lessening. after a beat, schlatt speaks again.
âiâm really sorry, doll,â he says gently. âyou deserve so much better. heâs just a pussy who got scared when someone genuine came into his life. donât let him ruin your peace just because he ran from something real.â
that makes you look up at your phone. schlattâs eyes soften when you look at him, and he gives you a small smile. âthere she is.â he says sweetly.
âit was average.â you say softly, voice gravely from sobbing so hard. âit wasnât amazing but it also wasnât bad.â
schlatt laughs at that. you donât mention the fact that he never made you cum, or the fact that you still think about the way he manhandled you (with consent, obviously). you also donât mention the way he made you whimper. none of that matters now, since he wasnât ever going to do it again.
âwhat did i do wrong?â you ask softly. âwhy does everyone leave?â
schlattâs heart breaks for you. you look so broken. but even in this state, he thinks that youâre beautiful. he doesnât know much in regards to your relationship, but one thing that he does know is that he wants to beat this guy to a pulp for making you cry.
âyou didnât do anything wrong, toots,â he says gently. âyou did everything right. sometimes people just arenât ready to be loved.â
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a week later, youâre over at schlattâs house with your friend and a few other people. your friend had driven you to schlattâs for a small get together, but it was mainly to get you out of the house. youâd been throwing yourself into work so you didnât have to think about anything, but you figure one weekend couldnât hurt. you hadnât heard from your ex in a week, so you figure that everything is settled.
drinks flow and you find a spot on the couch when everyone decides to play smash. schlatt sits next to you, offering you a controller. you shake your head, sipping your drink.
âiâd rather watch,â you admit. âiâm not great at smash.â
âwatch the master at work,â schlatt says with a wink. âiâll show you everything you need to know.â
you roll your eyes. youâve played occasionally, enough to know who you want to play as (kirby), but not nearly enough to consider yourself good at it. schlatt and charlie battle it out, and you watch as schlatt presses the buttons expertly on his controller. it might be the alcohol, or even the lack of sexual contact in over a month, but the way his fingers move makes that heat in your belly burn ever so slightly.
âyouâre such a cheater!â charlie laughs as schlatt wins the second game in a row.
âyouâre just saying that because you suck.â schlatt replies before turning to whisper to you. âhe has no idea what donkey kongâs special move is.â
you giggle, mainly because schlatt cannot whisper at all when heâs drunk, but also because heâs just so close to you. no matter how long youâve known him, and no matter how many times youâve hung out, you still get butterflies whenever schlatt gives you attention. even more so now that he knows youâre single.
after the games end and everyone decides to begin to gather their things for bed, you find yourself in schlattâs office, waiting to use his shower. when schlatt has people over, he always makes them stay the night if they drink. so everyone has their own place to sleep. ted sleeps on the couch, charlie sleeps on the futon, your friends sleep in the spare room, and tonight you sleep in schlattâs office.
âhey toots,â schlatt smiles as he comes out of the bathroom. âsorry, i had to make sure everything was clean.â
âitâs okay,â you promise. âmy brother leaves the bathroom a wreck every time he showers so nothing phases me.â
schlatt looks at you then. really looks at you. the alcohol still buzzes in his system, enough for him to know that asking what heâs about to ask is not the best idea, but he does it anyway.
âdid your ex ever make you cum?â
the words hit you like a brick. you look up at schlatt, face heating up. he doesnât look demanding. he looks curious. you figure thereâs no harm in being honest, so you answer.
âno,â you reply. âthe only time i came was when i was using my vibrator on myself while he lay next to me watching me.â
schlattâs jaw works. âhe never made you cum?â he asks. âis he stupid?â
you shrug.
âhas anyone made you cum?â
you look up at schlatt again and shake your head. âonly i have.â
schlatt takes a step forward, closer to you. goosebumps rise on your skin.
âdid you make him cum?â he asks.
you nod. âa few times.â you say, trying to shut up but the words keep coming. âhe took my virginity.â
schlatt makes a low sound in his throat. he takes another step toward you. you step back out of habit, only for your legs to hit the bed in schlattâs office. your cheeks are on fire and you let out a soft gasp as schlatt steps even closer. his breath fans out over your lips.
âso what youâre telling me is,â schlatt pauses. âthat nobody has ever given you an earth shattering orgasm?â
you shake your head, and you feel your clit twitch as schlatt lowers his head. his breath is at your ear now.
âyouâve never fallen apart against someone as they fuck into you?â he continues, lips gently brushing against the shell of your ear. ânever been praised as you scream someoneâs name?â
you shiver. ân-never.â you whisper.
âthatâs such a shame,â schlatt replies, hands finding your waist. âi bet you sound so good when you cum.â
a whimper leaves your lips as schlatt pulls you closer, his hard cock pressing against your lower belly.
âi do.â you breathe. âi really do.â
âyeah?â schlatt teases. âyou think we should find out just how good you sound?â
you nod. how could you not? youâre practically dripping into your panties at this point. you want nothing more than for schlatt to pin you to the bed and make you scream his name.
âyou want that baby?â schlatt asks, a large hand reaching to cup your face. âyou gotta use your words if you want me to fuck you.â
âplease,â you breathe. âplease fuck me. please make me cum. i need it.â
âyou need it, huh?â schlatt asks, smirking at you. âtell me more about what you need, pretty girl.â
âneed you to, uhâŠâ you gasp as schlatt gently pushes you back to the bed, lips attaching to your neck. âoh god.â
âi didnât tell you to stop,â schlatt smiles against your skin. âtell me exactly what you need.â
âneed you to make me cum. touch me and finger me and bite me.â you beg, fisting the sheets. âfuck me until i can barely remember my own name. choke me.â
as you babble away, schlattâs hand goes to your neck. you gasp as he squeezes gently.
âoh would you look at that,â schlatt smiles. âi have a cute little masochist on my hands, huh?â
you nod, the corners of your mouth quirking up as he squeezes harder. god, you love this. no thoughts about anything important. only being able to think about the pleasure thatâs coming is what keeps you going.
âwhy donât we get these clothes off, hm?â schlatt hums as his free hand goes up your shirt.
you slip your shirt off and schlatt wastes no time in groping your chest roughly. you moan as he pushes you down, lips going back to your skin. he kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping at your collarbone. he goes all the way down your chest, down your stomach and to your waist.
âmay i?â he asks. you nod.
âyes please.â
you press your hips up as schlatt gently pulls your pants down. you can feel the damp spot starting to form on your panties. schlatt gently brings his fingers between your legs, finding your clit with ease. you jolt as he presses against it, a startled moan leaving your lips. your hips move slightly as you ache for more.
âyouâre soaked,â schlatt chuckles. âgetting all wet from someone towering over you?â
you just moan in response as schlattâs free hand goes to your thigh. his other hand is gently rubbing circles along the wet fabric of your panties. your skin feels like itâs on fire. all you can think about is how fucking good it all feels.
âi bet you taste amazing,â schlatt says softly, mainly to himself.
âyou should find out.â the words leave your lips easily, but you surprise yourself.
schlatt looks up at you, eyebrows raised. âyou better ask nicely,â he says.
âplease,â you breathe. âtaste me.â
schlatt pulls your panties down quickly, leaving them hanging off of your foot. he wastes no time before diving in. you gasp as his tongue spreads you open, harsh suckling on your clit. fingers gently slipping inside of you makes your back arch. nothing has ever felt like this before.
âoh my god!â you gasp. schlatt hums against you, sending electricity up your spine.
he pulls back, fingers still inside of you. âgod, youâre so tight.â he sighs with a smile. âgonna have to stretch you out if i wanna fit my cock inside you.â
your cunt flutters over his fingers at the realization. schlatt smirks as he presses against the spot that makes you cry out. he leans over you, forehead pressed against yours.
âyou wanna have my cock inside you?â he asks. you just nod.
âmore than anything.â you plead.
schlattâs fingers leave your pussy, and you almost whine about it. but not before schlatt gently slaps your cunt.
âturn around, ass up.â he orders.
you do as youâre told, because fuck if it isnât hot as hell being bossed around. you watch as schlatt climbs onto the bed, cock already in hand. you nearly drool at the sight. itâs thick and leaking.
âready baby?â schlatt asks. âiâll go in slow.â
and he does. you feel every inch of his cock as it slides into you. itâs torture, really. you want nothing more than to be pressed into the mattress, crying out as schlatt makes you cum over and over. but youâve also never been this full before. even when you use your dildo it isnât as intense as it is right now. schlatt bottoms out, his heavy balls resting against your dripping cunt. you can barely take it anymore.
âplease,â you beg. âfuck me. i need it.â
âyou need it, huh?â schlatt asks, reaching down and yanking your hair. âtell me just how bad you need it.â
âi need it so fucking bad,â you moan. âi wanna cum on your cock. i wanna feel you pounding my pussy while i scream your name.â
schlattâs surprised at the filthy mouth on you, but who is he to deny someone like you? he wants this just as bad as you. heâs held back with previous partners because he didnât want to hurt them. but you? god, he wants to put you through the mattress.
âthis is your only warning,â schlatt starts, leaning down and whispering in your ear. âi fuck hard.â
the way your pussy clenches on his cock is confirmation that youâre okay with it, but he needs to hear you say it. needs to hear you beg for it.
âwords, whore.â he grits out, the restraint growing thinner. âtell me you need it.â
âi need you to fuck me. you wonât hurt me.â you reply. âfuck me as hard as you want, i can handle it.â
thatâs all schlatt needs to hear. he pulls back just far enough for only the head of his cock to still be inside you before he rams back in. you gasp, eyes growing wide. your ex didnât fuck you like this. frankly his cock didnât even reach the places that schlattâs is right now. schlatt fucks you hard and deep, with slow, deliberate thrusts. the head of his cock brushes against the spot that makes you see stars, and the fire in your belly sparks to life. if he keeps going like this, you wonât last.
âoh fuck,â you moan, burying your face in the pillow. itâs both too much and not enough.
schlatt reaches around and finds your clit, rubbing circles on it gently. you cry out, hips twitching. youâre barreling towards an orgasm. you think. youâve never cum from being fucked before.
as schlatt fucks you, he sees your phone ringing. a facetime call. an evil thought crosses schlattâs mind. if this dude thinks that he can just decide to be done with you on a random tuesday, he can do this. schlatt reaches over, accepting the call. his thrusts get angrier as who he assumes is your ex pops up on the screen. his eyes widen as he sees you getting fucked.
you scream out as your orgasm slams into you. your toes curl as you fist the sheets. youâre so lost in the pleasure that youâre drooling.
âsorry bro,â schlatt says with a smirk. âsheâs busy.â
