evil wench era

prey - scrapped scene one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty

You have been working hard, though. Any harder and your glutes will give out, you think with a pout.

Rocking you with a cursory thrust from below, Simon pops his thumb in your mouth before you can argue. “Quiet,” he mutters, a flash of genuine ire hardening his gaze as he glances towards the door, light footsteps scampering past.

You blink owlishly with his thumb stuffing your mouth and rope your arms around his neck in a meek grip, heart beating a little faster at the unexpected noise disturbance outside. You huff into his neck as his hand rubs your back, soothing—then drifts southward.

The nerves in your body feel overwhelmingly attuned to every brush of his calloused palms against your heated flesh, slick collecting between your legs as he guides you up-and-down his curved shaft. His hands roam your body without discrimination—those big, searching things kneading and pulling you closer. They dictate your brisk grinding, and his fingers dig into the softness of your ass, your flesh dimpling under his fingermarks.

A combination of your spit and wetness coats his fingertip as it circles your other hole, the coolness back there making you flinch, though you shrug it off. The way his hands maneuver you up his waist, cupping the underside of your ass and holding you snug, force your hips to open up all the more. Simon siphons the questioning sound you threaten to let slip with a swallowing kiss when he presses against your hole, groaning into your mouth at the way your cunt flutters around him when he does it—like a trigger.

“Shh, shh-”

“Simon, what are yo- hey-” You thwack your hands against his forearms while he shushes you on and on, making you feel small, your body twisting and squirming in his lap. “Wait- Not there-”

His slick finger circles then breaches the tight rim up to his cuticle—not even reaching a knuckle, but the wind knocks out of you—crooking his finger back and forth steadily.

“Unh- stop, you weirdo-!” You feel like a fool as you flush and squeak out protests without conviction, jolting in his lap and feeling your cunt squeeze around him. The mortification tips your brain into panic and every argument coming from your mouth sounds juvenile, more so playground insults.

He shushes you—again—interrupting your blubbering, and causing your hips to sink back on his finger an inch as you accidentally ease up. Then you clamp up again. “Shh, didn't you wanna make me feel good, luv?” Simon murmurs quietly, grinding you down on his cock while his finger continues to dip in-and-out. “This is it, baby. Just keep ridin' me.”

You make an unintelligible, petulant sound and pout at him in a way that seems to convey how unfair his argument is and call him a cheater—the equivalent of huffing, crossing your arms and stomping your feet. Of course you want to make him feel good!

Relax, baby. Keep going. It'll hurt more if you're tense. His low voice threads through your train of thought, having a strangely sedative effect as you continue to rock your hips on his cock. Your hands fly to his shoulders with a shrill gasp at the stretch when his thick finger enters you completely—the foreign feeling neither painful or pleasurable altogether, but full. Stuffed. Both holes plugged and claimed by him.

It isn't until Simon starts to move his hips again that you realize how wet you've gotten from this, looking down to see your arousal glistening on his body and wetting his trimmed happy trail.

You swallow your discomfort, rocking against him tentatively, your palms splayed out on his waist. The initial dull sensation sharpens to pain when the finger starts to move with purpose, and you stagger, but Simon doesn't let up.

“O-ow-” Your walls flutter around him with each pass as he stretches you out on his finger, more spit added for lubrication and dripping down your ass. “Si, please-”

With a second finger, tears brim on your waterline. Every roll of your hips brings you down on his fingers and his thick shaft all at once, molten hot pleasure coiling in your gut. The smarting pain that his thick, intrusive fingers bring is tempered by the fat cock drilling into your cunt, your creamy folds wrapped around him. The combination of the two sensations seems to confuse your bodily instincts—whether to run from or chase his touch. It makes you dizzy as you burrow in his neck, his shoulder blacking out your vision.

“Oi. I said relax,” he groans at the tightness around his fingers, swatting your ass with his free hand and causing you to flinch. “You'll hurt yourself. Be a good lass f'me, yeah?”

You'll hurt yourself. It's a funny thing, that heady, disorienting feeling when the power dynamics get all mixed up in your head. How convincing he is at pretending you have equal footing, while quite literally holding you in the palm of his hand.

You always go along, of course—letting his choices be yours.

“Good lass,” he croons while fucking his fingers deeper, a rumbly chuckle lodged in his throat as he glances you over reverently, at your compliance. “That's my girl. You're just a bit of a crybaby, innit? Little crybaby with the sweetest cunt. You're alright now. Just had a lil' scare.”

He says all this while pulling his cock out of you, sliding it between your thighs while you flounder in confusion. He wedges it right between the apex of your legs, making you sit on him while he pushes the head towards your fluttering hole and your lips fall open in a silent cry.

“Easy now,” Simon grunts as your tight channel engulfs him. You watch his sweat-damp blond hair fall back against your frilly pillow as he tosses his head back, a hiss slipping through his gritted teeth. Veins stand out angrily along his neck and arms, drawn taut beneath his skin as Simon's thick arms wrap around your thighs.

Your tears track down his chest as you cry his name, your babbling and blubbering muffled. It's a tight fit despite stretching you out, his cock squeezing in inch by inch in a brute-force drive, until the last inch finally pops past your resistance.

You gasp in unison, his thumb wedging past your lips to block the sound before it fully erupts. Salty tears wet your cheeks like pearlescence under the gauzy light filtering through your sheer curtains, the windows carrying the sound of blissfully ignorant chatter downstairs. You dread to imagine the imagine the horror on your family's faces if they saw you right now.

It's a continuous strain of having your orifices occupied by him one way or another, it seems. The taste of his skin overwhelms your mouth as his thumb probes around and delves through your drool, garbled whimpers and gags taking over your cries.

“Bloody hell, you're tight.” Raspy groans slip past his lips as he drags his cock deeper in your clenching asshole, shifting his hips off the bed to fuck into you. The unending strings of praise—So fucking good for me... Y'feel perfect... Gonna make me cum inside—validate the reason why you do this in some dumb way, why you bite your tongue—or his thumb, rather—while he splits your virgin ass open on his cock as a mere means to an end. Getting himself off in your tight heat and relishing the way the muscles milk him. He makes every decision sound like it makes sense.

“Keep it down, luv,” Simon says with a wry laugh, “Don't want them to see you like this, do ya? Whiny little thing.”

You shake your head no while Simon smears your spit across your lips obtrusively—the possibility too mortifying to consider—stammering meekly that it hurts, even though you really can't tell apart the sensations anymore with the pulse in your empty cunt as he fucks your ass. Your cunt leaks onto his lap and you're forced to sit in a pool of your own arousal as he bounces you on his cock, the back of your neck prickling with the embarrassment that the pathetic state you're in with your neglected cunt has gotten you so wet.

“Sh, it'll be over soon.” The reassuring nature of his words are at odds with the feverish tone of his voice, deep, guttural groans brushing past your ear. His thumb is back in your mouth as you can't help but moan, feeling like putty as he nearly pulls you off his cock before shoving your hips back down. The heat in your belly feels wound-up, taut like a bowstring about to snap, the tension spreading to your toes. “Just a few more minutes.”

You cum while collapsing on top of him, his hips snapping up to meet you with an urgency that makes your toes curl, his bulky arms locked around your waist and leaving you with no place to go. Brutish, like a bear-trap trapping you in place. You stifle your voice desperately, Simon's name right on the tip of your tongue.

His hot seed trickles down the cleft of your ass to your inner thigh as he follows suit shortly after, and you feel his hips jerking under you with the waves of his orgasm. Your tight heat milks him through the last spurts, a breathless, strung-out sound punched out of him.

You bury your face in his chest shyly as you feel his big hands fondling your ass and spreading them apart, rubbing your fluttering rim as his milky seed drips out of you. He'd stay inside you forever if it weren't for the party, and he tells you that—unbothered by your embarrassed whine—mourning the heat of you around his cock, and not particularly looking forward to the post-nut clarity after fucking his favorite niece yet again.

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The phone hits the mattress next to your head with a thump, and suddenly, a staticky, Scottish-accented voice fills the room through speakerphone. Simon’s grip forces your head back at an awkward angle, your body arched to meet his thrusts, and before you can process it, his spare hand darts forward to pinch your nose shut. Your eyes blow wide, and in the same choking breath, you've realized that this was deliberate all along. He wants you like this.

Sputtering feebly, the instinctive response is to breathe through your mouth—but you aren't sure you want to. The stupidly unfair part is that inhaling—and by proxy, taking a drag—is effortless, while the hand clamped over your mouth makes breathing out a struggle.

“I've got eyes on it, don't worry—” A groan catches in the back of Simon's throat—a rare falter in his deep voice, narrowed eyes fixed on the glowing screen—as your spasming walls clench around his cock. Your eyes are red and glossy, searching for him, but his attention lies elsewhere. “—You focus on your part.”

Your vision tunnels as he fucks you back on his cock, a strange feeling rolling in your belly. You're puffing somewhat haphazardly on the cancer-stick, like an awkward teen fighting against the cigarette without taking a pull—which, in a sense, you're doing just that. The thought of sitting still and acting rationally escapes you in that moment.

The gray sheets rustle as he leans over you, pressing you into the mattress, and you're half-sure Soap can hear the frantic shuffle of fabric combined with your flesh smacking together. You've long since been on the brink, and stars dance behind your eyelids with the combined sensation. Simon can feel it too, how hot you are under him. Reduced purely to the feeling of him inside you. Heartbeat roaring in your ears.

Simon looks down at you, and something flickers in his expression. Not concern. Curiosity—desire—a beat of contemplation passing over his features as he wonders how long you'll let this go on.

“Hold on,” Simon says to the mic.

Simon pulls the cigarette from your lips—it's almost out. Stubs it out in the ashtray next to the mattress on the floor. “Breathe,” he says against your cheek, speaking to you for the first time—low, devoid of affection.

You gasp, a raw, coughing inhale. Air finally hits your lungs. It hurts, yet your senses rushing back to you is heady enough to make you moan. You're crying now, you realize, tears tracking down your hot cheeks.

Having you under him like this, like a fish out of water, at his whim, satisfies some morbid part of him. A child wearing heels too big, a lock without a key, and so on. You're pretty and misshapen—breakable, usable, fuckable. He can feed you his brand of poison and you don't say no, whether that's your choice or because Simon is strong enough to keep your mouth shut. Johnny always did say Simon needed to find himself an easy lay to take the edge off.

He watches you for a long moment, the way you look at him like a bird with a wounded wing, then taps the screen and lifts the phone back to his ear.

“Alright, still here. What'd I miss?”

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You don't even know the weight of your words.

He scoffs derisively, a near-laugh, almost amused by your quip despite himself. Guilelessly, your heart flutters triumphantly at the idea of amusing him somehow, for the modicum of approval, before Simon leans in to sneer in your ear, lips set in a straight line, “Shut it.”

“Yer gonna wake your parents, y'want that?” His fingers braid through your hair, gathering the strands at the base of your skull in a tight fist and dictating where your head stays. (A piteous 'Ow!' is consequently muffled into the bedding.) He pulls out halfway before sawing back inside, watching your puffy cunt spread wide to swallow his thick shaft, a bead of drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. “Won't be able to fuck this sweet lil' cunt anymore if they take you away from me. We don't want that, do we, pet?”

“N-No—”

“Good.” He rewards your compliance by plunging into your heat with a thrust that makes the bedframe creak under his weight in protest, smushing your cheek in the mattress with the hand on your head. You scrunch your eyes shut to brace yourself for the onslaught Simon pours over you, jerking in time with his unforgiving ministrations. The frilly throw pillow wedged between the bedframe and the wall trembles with each pass, soaking up the noise while it takes the brunt of your activities.

The stickiness of your arousal streaks his shaft—glistening webs stretching out between you and his sack, drenching him anew as he withdraws then rams back in. His blunt fingers trace your mouth where choked moans emit from presently, inspecting the cushion of your lips in a sort of appreciation for your good, silent behavior. They slip past the rim of your warm mouth, forcing your lips to gape around the intrusion as they hook on; feeling your wet tongue under the pads of his fingers. Feeling you salivate as he grazes your tender g-spot. With all his years of experience and your lack of it, you're so easy to figure out.

He observes your voice inadvertently grow in volume as you struggle around the intrusion in your mouth, wringing out staccato whines from your throat as his cock pistons inside you. Your brows knit together helplessly, slurping, drooling, and whimpering around his digits all at once while you try to swallow your voice, and Simon aids you by relieving your jaw and letting you suckle on his fingers instead. Your soft lips seal around his middle and ring finger all too readily, puckered and suckling.

Simon can't help but coo at the sight in his low baritone, tutting quietly, “Just like that. Real quiet now, aintcha?” Your spit bubbles around his knuckles as he pushes deeper, enough to make you gag, but Simon makes it clear he doesn't mind the mess with the evidence of his desire throbbing inside your cunt meanly.

“Just need a firm hand to reel you in every now and again, hm? Is thaʼ what you need, luv?” The warmth of his breath brushes against the shell of your ear, his sweaty chest against your back, your eyelids blowing wide as you peek at his shadowy silhouette out of the corner of your eye. He can feel your tongue flounder against his fingers, a muffled noise behind his knuckles.

By way of the obstruction in your mouth, you don't bother with an answer—rather, your mind is someplace entirely—eyelids blissfully sliding shut as his girth, curved just right, plunges in and out of you, your walls squeezing around him welcomingly.

“Is it?”

Nodding your head in haste, your eyes water as his cockhead slams against what you're pretty sure is your cervix. You gasp for air as though trying to make room for him in your ribs, and Simon can feel every spasm of your aching pussy around him, painting your insides with pre.

The syllables of sorry and yes are mouthed around his thick digits, and a secret part of Simon relishes this, all of it: you, unadulterated and unfiltered. Still new, still unpolished. Simon, a grounding force. Someone to teach you to handle all that buzzing energy.

Simon's burly form is like a blanket on top of you, his angular nose nuzzling the nape of your sweat-damp neck. In the dark of your room, everything sounds awfully... wet—from the suckling sounds from your mouth, to the wet slide of his cock inside your dripping hole.

His eyes slide from the crown of your head to the strip of light under your bedroom door, which has remained undisturbed—until now. Simon’s heavy-lidded gaze lingers on the shadowy movement beyond it, the drone of his shallow pants filling your ears as you're immobilized under him, his broad frame blocking out the rest of the world.

It's only when his fingers pop past your lips and clamp tight over your mouth that you're alerted to the distinct noise of your father's yawning outside, floorboards creaking below his lumbering feet nearly lost under your own rapid heartbeat in your ears. “Quiet,” Simon mutters in your ear brusquely, straight teeth nipping at your earlobe.

“Honʼ? You awake?”

As your stomach drops fearfully, so too do your thighs clamp together when Simon bucks his hips against you.

“Hah, wait, Si—”

“Shut up nʼ take it.”

You're drowning in the sheets, really, getting fucked into the mattress by the man on top of you while your father's voice floats into the room. He never pulls out fully, just saws in like he's intent on making you feel every inch of his veiny girth and breaking you down here and now. Simon’s achingly close, and he's hardly eager to put this on hold for later—especially when your spasming cunt seems to be milking him for all he's worth. So he doesn't.

You don't respond to your father, hoping to feign sleep—and he tries again, God bless his soul. The bedding smothers your head, your stifled breaths echoed back to you making his voice almost inaudible.

“Could've sworn...”

The muttering trails off, and his footsteps lazily recede down the hall into a soft pitter-patter. You hold your breath, waiting to hear the click of his bedroom door, only it never comes. Is it anxiety or butterflies twisting in your belly? You can't tell.

Simon knows you're trapped like this, smothered and stuffed full with his cock, and he likes that. You have half the mind to keep your mouth shut as he unloads his spend in you with choked grunts, the only half-hearted sign of disapproval your kicking legs.

You finish in the same breath that the heavy footfalls close in on your door, leaving a creamy ring around the base of Simon's shaft as he fucks his cum into you with wet squelches.

“It's 3 AM, go to bed!”

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you whined, digging through the laundry basket, desperate for something that smelled like him. when you found his hoodie, you buried your face in it, inhaling deeply. it helped, but not enough.

the heat grew worse, you tossed your clothes off as if that would help. 

your body felt strange and needy in a way you'd never experienced before. you squirmed on the bed, your skin oversensitive, your little cunt puffy and throbbing, slick dripping down your thighs. you whimpered, rubbing your legs together, but it didn't ease the empty feeling inside you.

then instinct took over as you dragged simon's pillow between your legs, your hips rolling against it with a broken purr. it wasn't him, but the fabric carried his scent and that was enough to make the heat feel less overwhelming.

you gathered more of his clothes around you, building a nest, surrounding yourself with the only comfort you had while he was gone.

your cunt was dripping, swollen and desperate, your slick soaking into the pillow beneath you. you couldn't stop rutting against it, your nails digging into the fabric as you chased relief that never came.

you didn't know why you felt like this. you didn't know how to make it stop. all you knew was that you needed him. 

the first thing simon noticed when he stepped through the door was you absence. you had alway been there waiting at the door when you heard his keys clanking against the door. the secone thing was the scent—something sweet and warm clinging to the air. his boots barely had time to hit the floor before he heard a tiny whimper coming from his room.

his muscles tensed as he moved down the hall. "kitten?"

the sight that greeted him snapped the last thread of his patience.

there you were. naked, trembling, and rutting against his pillow like it was the only thing keeping you sane. your little cunt was puffy, glossy with slick, thighs trembling as you ground down with a desperate whine. his clothes were strewn around you in a messy nest, the sweet scent of your arousal thick in the air.

your bare skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. but what really struck him were your eyes, wide and glassy with something between fear and desperate need.

"oh, sweetheart," he murmured. your first heat. of course you wouldn't know what was happening , you'd never been through this before. he knew this would happen eventually. he just didn't expect to come home to it. to you naked and rutting on his pillow in shallow and inexperienced thrusts.

you reached for him with trembling hands, a low groan escaped from his throat at the sight. the moment his fingers brushed your shoulder, you melted into the touch, your whole body shuddering. he could feel the heat radiating off you, could see the way your thighs pressed together restlessly.

"shhh, i know," he soothed, sitting beside you. your purrs came in erratic bursts, confused and needy. when he gathered you into his lap, you nuzzled against his chest with a sound so vulnerable it made his throat tight. you wasted no time rutting against his growing erection.

your innocence in this moment was almost painful. the way you clung to him like he was your only anchor but little did you know that he was your executioner. 

his gaze darkened as he laid you back against the nest of his clothes, your thighs falling open with a soft, needy whimper.

your cunt was swollen, your clit hard and throbbing, slick dripping down your thighs in thick, glistening streaks. the pillow beneath you was soaked, the scent of your arousal thick in the air.

"fuck, look at you," he murmured, voice rough with awe and lust. his thumb brushed over your clit and you jolted. "been humping my pillow like a good little kitten, huh? so desperate for me."

you whined, your tail flicking restlessly, your hips twitching up into his touch. you didn't know why it felt so good, why his praise made your belly tighten with something warm and fuzzy. all you knew was that you needed more.

"shhh, i've got you," he cooed, his fingers trailing through your slick, gathering it up before pressing a thick digit against your entrance. "gonna take such good care of you, baby. gonna make it all better."

you gasped as he pushed inside, your walls fluttering around him instantly. your back arched, your nails digging into the sheets as he curled his fingers, stretching you in the most delicious way. your purrs came out broken, your mind foggy with pleasure as he worked you open, his thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit.

he could feel your innocence like a fragile, sacred thing trembling beneath his touch. the way your body clenched around his fingers, so tight, so untouched, made his cock throb against his briefs. his breath came rough, uneven, as he watched you unravel, your little whimpers music to his ears.

he imagined spearing into you, tearing through that last shred of innocence, painting himself in your blood like some kind of sacrament.

it was a filthy, monstrous thought—one that should’ve disgusted him, but it made his erection even more unbearable.

"that's it, sweetheart," he praised, his voice like gravel. you could very well tell that he was holding back. "takin' it so well. fuck, you're dripping, such a messy little thing."

your body trembling as foreign sensation coiled tight in your belly. you were so close, so desperate, your cunt clenching around his finger as he fucked it into you with slow, deep strokes.

"c'mon, kitten," he urged, his free hand petting between your ears. "let go for me."

and just like that you shattered. your orgasm crashed over you with a force that left you gasping, your thighs shaking as you squirted all over his hand, your slick gushing in hot pulses.

simon didn't stop, working you through it until you were sobbing, oversensitive and still rutting against his palm like you couldn't get enough.

"good girl," he growled, leaning down to lick a stripe up your slit, his tongue lapping up your mess. 

he didn’t give you a moment to recover, his mouth sealing over your puffy little cunt with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. you jolted, a silent cry trembling in your throat as his tongue lapped at your slick, devouring you like a man starved.

the sensation was overwhelming. your thighs twitched around his head, your fingers knotting in his hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“fuck, you taste divine,” he growled against your folds, his voice thick with lust. his tongue dragged through your slit, slow and filthy, before circling your clit with ruthless precision.

you arched off the bed, your mouth falling open in a whimper, your tail lashing wildly behind you. he didn’t let up, his lips sucking at your sensitive bud, his tongue flicking over it.

you’d never felt anything like this. your body burned, your cunt throbbing, your hips rocking helplessly against his mouth. you didn’t understand why it felt so good, why his tongue sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins. all you knew was that you needed it, that you’d die if he stopped.

simon could feel you trembling, could hear the tiny, choked breaths you made as he ate you out like a man possessed. he pulled back just enough to murmur against your soaked skin, “you’re doin’ so good, kitten. just let me take care of you.”

his thumb spread your folds, his tongue dipping inside your fluttering hole. the groan he let out was sinful. “christ, you’re sweet.”

you whined, your legs shaking, your nails pricking at his scalp. he chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “i know, baby. i know.”

he lapped at your entrance, gathering your slick before pressing a thick finger inside you, curling it just right. your back bowed off the bed, your cunt clenching around him as pleasure crashed over you again, your orgasm ripping through you with silent intensity.

simon drank you down, his tongue lapping up every drop of your release, his fingers working you through the aftershocks. when he finally pulled away, your thighs were quivering, your pussy swollen and glistening, your chest heaving.

he shushed you gently, his rough hands petting down your trembling thighs.

"look at you," he murmured, voice thick with awe. "so perfect. so fucking pretty like this." his thumb swiped through your slick, spreading it over your puffy lips, and you whimpered at the touch. "you're gonna take me so well, kitten. gonna fit me just right."

you stared up at him with wide, glassy eyes, your tail flicking nervously. his cock was thick, veined, the tip already leaking precum. it looked intimidating and a fearful sound escaped your throat. you’d had him in your mouth before, but this was something entirely different.

"shhh," he soothed, leaning down to nuzzle against your cheek. "i won't hurt you. promise." his lips brushed yours, slow and reassuring. "gonna make it so good for you, sweetheart. just relax for me."

his fingers returned to your cunt, working you open again, stretching you with careful, patient thrusts.

"see? you're doin’ so good. takin’ my fingers so well." he crooked them inside you and you gasped, your walls fluttering around him. "fuck, you're tight. gonna feel so good around me."

you whined, your hips rocking down against his hand, your body craving more even as fear lingered in the back of your mind. simon kissed your temple, his breath warm against your skin. "trust me, yeah? i'll go slow."

he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance. your breath hitched, your claws pricking at his shoulders.

"breathe, kitten," he murmured, his voice rough but tender. "just breathe."

then he pushed in.

it was a slow, burning stretch, your walls clinging to him as he sank deeper. you let out a shaky cry, your nails digging into his skin. simon groaned, his forehead dropping against yours. "fuck—fuck, you're perfect. so tight, so warm."

he didn’t move, letting you adjust, his hands petting down your sides. "you okay?" he asked, his voice strained. you nodded shakily, your thighs trembling around his hips.

"good girl," he praised, pressing a kiss to your lips. "so brave for me."

then he pulled back slightly before thrusting in again, deeper this time. your breath stuttered, your cunt fluttering around him.

"that's it," he moaned. "take me just like that."

his pace was slow, careful, each roll of his hips measured. but the heat inside you was relentless, your body arching up to meet him, your whimpers turning into breathy moans. simon’s grip on your hips tightened, his cock throbbing inside you as he watched the way your virgin blood smeared along his length. 

“fuck,” he hissed, his voice dripping with lust. “look at that, sweetheart. made you mine.” his thrusts were slow but deep, each one dragging a shaky purr from your chest. “so fuckin’ tight—grippin’ me like you don’t wanna let go. bet you don’t, huh? bet you wanna keep me buried in this pretty cunt forever.”

his hands roamed your body like he couldn’t get enough.

“gonna fill you up so good, kitten. breed you nice ‘n deep, just like you need,” he groaned as your walls fluttered around him, your little sounds driving him wild. “that’s it, purr for me. let me hear how much you love it.”

you arched against him, your nails pricking his skin as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. simon’s breath hitched, his pace stuttering as he felt you clench around him.

“fuck—gonna make you come on my cock, yeah? wanna feel you milk me dry.” his fingers dug into your thighs, his voice rough with need. “such a good girl, takin’ me so well. never seen anything prettier than you like this. all messy ‘n mine.”

his hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper and you let out a high, trembling whine.

“shh, i got you,” he soothed, even as his thrusts turned possessive, claiming. “gonna ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart. only my cock’s ever gonna satisfy you now.”

your purrs grew louder, your body trembling as pleasure crashed over you. simon cursed, his rhythm faltering as your cunt squeezed him tight. he pressed deep, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, his groan muffled against your neck.

“perfect,” he panted. “so fuckin’ perfect.”

simon collapsed over you, careful not to crush you, his lips pressed to your shoulder as he panted.

"fuckin’ angel," he mumbled, still buried deep inside you. "did so good for me, sweetheart. so damn perfect."

desperate little whines slipped past your lips as you clung to him. your body trembled, still thrumming with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. you nuzzled against his chest, begging silently for more.

simon chuckled, low and rough, his fingers trailing down your spine. 

“greedy little thing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “already so full of me and you still wanted more?”

his hands were rough as he flipped you onto your stomach, his cock already hard again, pressing against your slick entrance.

“can’t get enough, can you?” he stated, pushing inside with one sharp thrust. your whimper was muffled into the sheets, your body arching back against him.

he didn’t give you time to adjust, setting a brutal pace from the start. his fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you over and over, each snap of his hips dragging a broken moan from your lips.

“gonna keep you like this,” he panted, his voice rough. “full of me, takin’ it like you were made for it.”

your heat had you clenching around him, desperate for more, and simon was more than happy to oblige. he pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your back again, his mouth crashing onto yours as he slid back in.

“so fuckin’ greedy,” he muttered against your lips. “but i’ll give you what you need.”

his thrusts were slower this time, deeper, grinding into you with every push until you were sobbing, your nails scraping down his back.

“that’s it,” he groaned. “take it, angel. gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t even think.”

and he did. over and over, until your body was limp beneath his, your cunt still fluttering around him as he spilled inside you again.

“still not enough, is it?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’m not done with you yet.”

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John had explicitly told you ''Don't ever leave this cabin unless I'm right behind ya, got it?'' and yet you had defied his words. And John didn't take disobedience lightly.

That’s exactly what you'd done that day. Having decided to leave your shared cozy little cabin and sneak out to pick some berries.

You knew it was stupid; he’d make you feel it the second he caught onto your little adventure. But you wanted that and enjoyed going against what John said.

You long for the outcome just as much as John love giving it to you.

Giggling at the thought as you trekked further into the forest. It was beautiful here at this time of year, making you feel all warm and content. John had bought the cabin a few years back, wanting some place where the two of you could enjoy the scenery and the company of each other.

You hadn’t even been out for ten minutes before a branch nearby made a sharp crackling sound, and the sign alone let you know that John had discovered your absence from the cabin.

''Did you forget what I told you, love'?'' John’s voice echoed from somewhere in the distance, and your eyes averted to every direction, trying to spot him. But he was nowhere to be seen. Though it grew silent after that, like you had imagined his voice and the sound of him approaching altogether.

So you turned back around, bent down to gather a couple more ripe and juicy berries. Straightening up you feel it, that familiar scent rushing up your nose, pine, gun oil, and the distinct bodily smell that belonged solely to him.

You knew you hadn't imagined hearing him earlier. He was a military veteran after all. Years spent hunting down enemies who didn’t wanna be found, learning how to approach prey without making the slightest sound, unless he wanted you to know he was there. Lurking, waiting for the right moment to come up on you.

You stood frozen for what felt like an eternity until a hand snaked around your stomach, yanking you back against a solid and warm chest. ''I'll always find you.'' John's voice was calm, voice lowering ''You know that right?''

He nuzzled at the side of your neck, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin, his hand tightened around your stomach, trying to press himself even closer to you, if that was even possible. ''Are you... mad?'' The question was dumb, yet it came out of your mouth automatically.

He chuckled as he turned you around to face him, your eyes locking with his blue ones. ''Mad? Oh love... I'm furious. You know what happens to wives who don't listen.''

''They get punished.'' You answered, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, hands tightening on the basket filled with berries.

He hummed in response, hand lifting to pull your bottom lip free, ''No biting. That's my job, love.''

And later on, he'll have you right there on the forest floor, begging him to slow down his pace because it's just too much. His hips snap against yours as he slides the fat head of his cock in and out, as you're barely able to keep up with it.

Your knees are pushed up against your chest, giving John the perfect angle to hit that sweet spot. He’ll lift your hips up and pull almost all the way out and hold you there for a bit, before slamming right back in. Hands clutching and clawing at his back, as your cunt welcomed him back.

‘’Yeah that’s it. Sucking me right back in.’’

Because John doesn't do soft. This is always how it goes; he does rough and harsh. He wants to remind this pretty body that only he's allowed to be inside it, and use it whenever he damn pleases.

He is your husband after all.

As your husband, the thought of another man even breathing in the same direction as you would have John threaten to put a bullet right between the guy's eyes. Which is why there will never be another man, ever.

Till death do us part and all that.

Which is why he's so determined to go all the way in everything he does, especially when it comes to you, his wife.

''John... please.. it's..mphf.. too much.'' You whine as your nails dig into the soil of the forest floor, head going numb from the overwhelming sensation of him moving inside you. He stretched you out so well every. single. time.

Everything about John was so big. Large hands and forearms to pick you up whenever he wanted. His weight pinning you down on any surface he could find. Manhandling and putting you in any position he’d like. There was absolutely nothing small about this hunk of a man.

''You asked for this the second you decided to step that pretty arse out the cabin door.'' He growled as his hand reached out to grasp your throat, constricting your airway just enough to show you who’s in control, whilst the other was occupied with feeling his cock hitting that sweet spot inside your tummy.

The pad of his finger smears the cherry-flavored gloss you had applied earlier that day, ''Now open that fuckin' mouth for me.''

You did as he said without much thought, opening your mouth for him.

His eyes darkened, and if his pupils weren't already blown out, they certainly were now, ''That's a good wife.'' He praised, then spat into your mouth at the same time as he delivered a harsh thrust, making your breath hitch before you swallowed.

''This pussy is so greedy for me, isn't that right, love?'' His eyes were locked on your face, watching the way your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your tits were bouncing and before you knew it, he was leaning down to drag his teeth over one just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.

''These tits, this cunt, that mouth, they belong to me all the same.'' He added as he moved to the other one, ravishing that one just the same. You could almost not hear what he was saying, your brain felt all floaty and numb, only able to reply back with a, ''Mhm...''

John snickered at your response, ''Going all dumb already. Pathetic little thing.'' He taunted as he slid his cock out of you, a trickle of pre cum dribbling down his shaft and onto your glistening cunt. You whimpered at the loss, already reaching out for him again.

He smacked at your hand, making a tsk sound before grabbing your waist to force you onto all fours. ''You don't make the calls here. Especially not after disobeying me.''

''John...'' You whined, eyes glassy and bottom lip pushing out into a pout.

You could barely register how rough the forest floor felt against your knees, brain dumbed down to a puddle, and the only thought swirling around in that little head of yours was his cock.

He delivers a smack to your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward and your eyes closing on a whimper. ''I told you not to leave the cabin without me, didn't I? But you just had to go and act like a brat. You did it just so I'd fuck you.''

He wasn't wrong, not in the slightest. You knew he'd correct you for your actions. John was protective by nature, and the rule of you not leaving the cabin without him was set simply to keep you safe.

John groans as he slips back in from behind, hands gripping your hips so harshly they'd be blue and purple by morning. He drove into you at a steady pace, your soft moans and his grunts mingling together. John grabs a fistful of your hair, twirling it in his hand and pulls your head back.

You met his eyes over your shoulder, ''You gonna start being a good little wife and behave, ay?'' You nodded, lips parting as you push back against him, meeting his rhythm. Your lack of verbal response has him swatting at your ass again.

''Words, love.'' He demands, the hold on your hair bordering on painful.

''Yes... yes.. I promise ah—'' You replied, hips twitching as you felt your orgasm inching closer. John notices and slips one of his hands down your front, finding your clit. The other letting go of your hair to grasp at your hip. Pleasure licks up your spine as John's cock drives into you, faster now, along with his digits rubbing at your swollen bud.

It was almost too good, almost too much.

''You say you promise, but I know you're going to do it again. I'm not an fuckin' muppet. You -thrust-know -thrust-that -thrust- don't you, wife?'' Every word punctuates with his cock kissing your cervix. You cry out as your head bows forward. Soft little sounds slipping out from your lips.

He was being a meanie.

''You gonna cum, hm?'' You bobbed your head in response, feeling too fucked out to give him a proper answer this time. Hoping that was enough for him.

John was nearing his own end, but he was holding himself back. Although you'd been bad, he always made sure you came first.

Soon enough your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, body shaking and twitching. Overwhelmed and starting to turn into jelly as you cry out. John wraps his arm around your waist to make sure you don't fall face-first right onto the ground. ''Easy there, love.''

He mouths at your shoulder blades as he delivers a few more thrusts into you before his own climax comes. John swears ''Fuck.. yeah that’s it, so fucking good....'' as ropes of cum paint the gummy walls of your cunt, his sweat-slicked front molding against your back.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the rush of your heartbeat in your ears. You both stay connected as the pleasure was slowly ebbing away, and exhaustion came. John pushes your damp hair to the side, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

''You alright?'' He questions. Despite his roughness just moments ago, he’d still slip in with soft-spoken words.

''Uh huh...'' You lean back against him, trying to catch your breath.

John let out a gruff laugh, ''You’ll go against what I say next time, won’t you?'' You can't help but laugh, the sound light and breathless, tilting your head back to give him a chaste kiss on his jaw.

''I would never. I’m a good wife who listens to her husband.'' You try to sound serious, but you were never really good at hiding what you mean. John raises a brow, the look on your face betraying you as you hold back from smiling.

Because you both knew that it wouldn’t go long before you’d do something like that again.

‘’Cheeky little thing.’’

i tried a more present-tense writing style, since it’s such a habit to switch between them in the same fic, so trying to get better at not doing so even though it does work out most of the time depending on how you write it.