cw: cnc + piss (mostly cnc, piss at the end, contains clear warning)
first time writing here sorry if it sucks
༝༚༝༚ ⊹˚. ex fwb .˚⊹ ༝༚༝༚
we’re just hanging out in his house. his room is in the basement and his parents aren’t home. our conversation gets dull and i start to feel a little uncomfortable in the silence with him. he’s looking at me weird. i tell him i’m gonna head out and maybe we can hang out again before he leaves. i walk up the stairs and he follows me to walk me out. as i’m stepping up i feel a hand grip my hair and another wrap around my waist and pull me back. he has a mirror at the bottom of the staircase and holds me in front of it. his other hand is around my throat now and he’s smiling at me, “you didn’t think we were done here did you?” my eyes widen in fear and i tell him, “let go of me” struggling to get his hand off of my neck. he drags me by my hair onto his bed. he’s on top of me now with both hands tightening around my neck watching me struggle. “let go” the words barely escape my mouth now that i’m struggling to breathe.
he leans into me and i feel how hard he is. i try to push him off of me but he’s choking me too hard. “i’ll ease my grip if you open your legs for me,” he smirks. i think for a second but i can’t take it anymore, i open them. “i want you to remember how this feels. i’m gonna take off your clothes and if you make it difficult for me, i’ll make you pass out, okay?” he looks at me for an answer. “okay” i quietly mutter.
one hand keeps my neck pinned down while the other takes off my shorts and underwear. i close my eyes and think to myself that this isn’t happening. he lets go of me and i open my eyes to see his pants off and close my legs out of fear in the second he’s blinded by his shirt over his head. i half commit to getting up and running but he catches me and just goes right back to choking me. i’m close to crying now so i open my legs in defeat. “good girl” he says gently,. he guides his one hand to feel between my legs and presses his tip against it. “you’re so wet for me.” i close my eyes again and quietly repeat “no no no no no…” each one getting louder and louder as i feel more of him push into me. “look at me,” he says firmly. i beg him, “please don’t,” but he cuts me and my oxygen off to say again angrily, “look at me.” my eyes meet his and in an instant he’s as deep as he can go.
he lets go to pin my arms down. i let out a moan and my eyes roll. as i’m squirming underneath him he smiles at me. i helplessly keep trying to fight back and scream at him, “you fucker!!! get off of me!!” i scream some more, half out of frustration and half to cover up what would be moaning. he’s so big. and now he’s laughing at me.
“you know i can feel how wet you are for me right? how tight you get when i choke you and smile at you. you wanted this. now tell me how good it feels baby.” i let out a whiny “no,” and he hits me. tears fill my eyes and he tells me again. i look up at him afraid and take a second to answer. “you feel so good, please don’t stop,” i say quietly with wet cheeks. “good girl,” do you want it harder?”
“no no, no please don’t! i can’t—“ he pulls out and i gasp. i’m grabbed by my hair again and dragged onto my knees. still fighting i’m begging him not to do this. through one of my no’s he forced himself in and down my throat. i gag but he doesn’t move. he’s holding my head down on it. i twitch and tap on his leg and he pulls out. “i’m not gonna stop until you beg me to fuck you harder,” and he holds me down again. i moan around him trying to say something. he takes his time and pulls out again. crying now i beg him, “please fuck me harder, sir, please?” i gag again but he not holding me down, he starts fucking my mouth.
my nails dig into his thighs as he makes a mess of me. i hear him let out quiet grunts and sighs. he holds my head down again and pulls me off by my hair. i’m forced back on the the bed bent over. i feel a drip running down my thigh and fear that he might notice. he spreads my legs presses into me again, fucking me harder this time. i can’t help but scream and i bury my head into the mattress.
he lets me like that for a minute then pulls my hair back to say, “come on baby, i wanna hear you scream for me.” my fists clench around the sheets and i can’t believe how loud i am, but i can’t stop. “please it’s too much, please stop! please!!!” he doesn’t care. sobbing i begged again, “i can’t take it, please!!!” i move my arms back to try and stop his hips from meeting mine but he just pins them behind me. “red!” i scream, but he still doesn’t stop. “you don’t get a safeword, you stupid slut. don’t worry though, you’re crying is getting me close.”
i try anything to make it stop, stepping on his feet, squirming and screaming. he suddenly pulls out again. my legs are shaking like crazy. his hands are off of me so i slowly make my way onto my feet. i cover my chest with my arms, close my legs, and turn around. i can see he’s still hard. “i wanna make you cum for me.” he leans in a whispers in my ear, “don’t think i didn’t see how dripping wet you got from getting your throat fucked.”
he pushed me back down and pinned me to the bed. i close my eyes again like it isn’t happening. he starts again but gently. i look up at him when i feel his fingers rubbing between my thighs. “oh god,” i tense up. it feels so fucking good. “you like that?” he asks. “it’s okay, you can tell me.” i shut my eyes and nod my head. “good. i won’t be done with you until you cum.”
every time he speaks it feels better. my legs are shaking so intensely, i’m tensing up and moaning and gripping his sheets. “you’re close aren’t you?” i don’t respond but he knows. i can’t help it. “come on baby, cum all over your rapist’s cock.” he starts going harder and grunting again. i let out the moan i was trying to hold in, it doesn’t matter much anyway, he can feel it. i can feel him too, a warm spot in my stomach. “good girl,” he says as i lie there shaking. he leans in again. “i have a surprise for you.” he leans back, pulls out, and helps me up. he’s gentle now.
<cw: piss kink>
he’s leading me up his stairs. still naked and shaking i don’t fight. he brings me to the bathroom and starts up a hot shower, “get in.” he follows me inside. he looks at me wet and afraid. he grazes my cheek with his hand and looks back and forth at my eyes. i ease up a bit just for him to say, “get on your knees.”
“it’s okay, i’ll be gentle this time.” i look at him about to cry again but do as i’m told. “open your mouth.” i do, but he’s still, just holding it in front of me. i keep steady waiting for him. he brings it a little closer and a little closer. he puts just the tip in my mouth when i hear a big sigh of relief and hot piss fill my mouth. “drink up,” he says holing my head there. “aaahhhh fuck,” he lets out as he relieves himself. i drink what i can and let what i can’t spill onto me. he looks down at me asking, “does my piss taste good baby?” i hate this. i hate that it does. it feels so good to drink from him, but i don’t want to admit it. feeling it hot in my mouth while he sighs in relief is driving me crazy. he finishes, “good girl. you can get up now.”
i stand up and he gently washes me off and kisses my neck. “you can stay the night if you want to, i can’t promise you’ll be safe though.”
