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It was late. You couldn't sleep. You spent hours tossing and turning, getting up and walking around to get rid of the unrest in your stomach. You lay back down, emptiness eating at your gut.

A replay of the events earlier in the day infiltrate every waking thought. You can't seem to get your mind off Mundy.

You run your hands along the back of your neck, over the top of your head, and rest them upon your eyes. No amount of self-soothing would help. You were hopeless.

You and him had been seeing each other for quite a bit. Never were things official, but in your mind, you had imagined your relationship to be exclusive. How could you not? You had always worried you weren't quite enough for him. Yet, he'd run his hand over your back and run his finger in between your eyebrows down to your nose to soothe your worries, always telling you,

"Baby, you're the only one I want, you're what I need."

Maybe communication wasn't his strong suit, but boy did he know how to tell you what you wanted hear. You see that clearly now.

You were informed by Spy, who at first, you had a hard time believing. After Engie vouched for him, you were in heartbreak. Both of them and a few others had went out to celebrate, nothing new, but this time it had seemed Mundy had drifted off to be with another woman. Once they got to the point of informing you that Mundy had left the bar with her, you had to sit down.

You had felt so cared for and special, you truly felt loved and worshipped in his eyes. You held yourself together long enough to get to your own room and sob. You felt like you couldn't stop, endless tears soon burning the corners of your eyes.

You had not yet decided what you were going to do, but confrontation was inevitable. You grabbed your phone, hands trembling as you texted him.

You said that you wanted to see him in the morning, and soon after sending it, he agreed.

You finally felt your eyes get heavy, the sleepiness hitting all at once after how many hours you cried for.

You wake up to the edge of your bed shifting downwards, a tall figure sits, giving you a toothy crooked smile. A couple days ago the sight of him would've left you nothing short of enamored, but now, only emptiness.

You slowly got up, slightly stretching. You weren't wearing much and you felt his eyes roam your body.

"I know you cheated on me." You say, words laced in disgust.

He frowns and furrows his eyebrows.

"Don't know what you mean."

The way he says this seems so abrasive. There is no urgency to plead his case, just condescension. His eyes are blank and you feel your blood boil.

"Don't play that shit with me. They all told me you left with some girl. Why? I don't even care, just why?" Your voice wavers.

"Well, what do you want me to say? That things got dull and maybe I wanted to try something new?"

A sharp pain bolts itself into your heart, almost stopping itself from the torment. You head bows forward, hiding the tears welling at the corners of your eyes.

"Come on.." You breathe. "Come on, Mundy.." You sob out.

You hear him sigh. You feel the weight of him leave your bed and he kneels at your feet. You try to move yourself away from him, but he places his strong hands on your thighs, preventing any movement.

"You're perfect for me, you know?"

You wince, "Then why?" You cry out. He traces circles into your thighs, keeping his voice even and soft.

"We've just fallen into routine.. I promise it meant nothing, I guess I just needed a reminder of who I really love."

You feel yourself soften up as he continues.

"Really, honey, I mean this. You mean more than anything to me, I really just made a drunken, stupid mistake. It meant nothing more to me, I need you, please."

He gets up and slides his hands around you. He scratches the back of your head and kisses the crown of your head, rocking you back and forth whispering how much he loves you.

You sob into his shoulder, holding onto him.

"Promise me.." You sniffle, "Promise me it won't ever happen again.."

He holds you tighter, "Of course."

After a little bit, you calm down. Still weary, but still being comforted in Mundy's arms.

You try getting up to clean up slightly, but he smothers you.

"Let me up.."

He pulls away and looks at you.

"No.. let me take care of you. What do you need, love?"

You sigh, wearily. "Just some tissues? Maybe some food.." you laugh a little.

"There's my girl.." He smiles at you and your stomach fills with butterflies all over again.

You feel like he got out of this so easily but you just can't help it. You can't lose him. Everyone deserves a second chance right? You know he cares about you so much, and he promised that it wouldn't happen again.

He retrieves your tissues and orders food for the both of you to share. He gently cleans the corners of your eyes, your nose, he massages your head until you're no longer occasionally sniffling.

"You feeling a little better now?" He asks.

You nod.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

"No.."

He nods, pulling you close to him.

"You know I'd do anything for you right? I'll promise you that.." He says.

You feel your heart swell up, you almost want to cry again, yet you only nod your head.

"I think what you're doing is really nice, but can we just talk about us? What are we doing here?" You finally say.

"I wanna be with you. Thought I was bein' clear? I swear, I just want us." He holds your hands and squeezes them.

"Okay.. okay." You nod and look at him, "I trust you."

"Good, that's all I need.. I love you.." He continues embracing you.

"I love you, too.." You say.

You giggle a little, trying to make things lighthearted again.

"I think I really need a shower, though.."

He nuzzles into your neck and you can feel him smiling against it, his breath tickles you, "Should I take one with you..?"

You feel his hands travel over your curves and play with the waistband of your shorts. "Maybe.." You say, grinning.

"Come on then, wrap your legs around me."

And so you do. He carries you to your bathroom and sits you on the sink.

"Lift your arms up, love."

He helps you undress while giving you kisses. He lifts you up by your armpits and sets you down on the floor. You look up at him and run your hands under his shirt and snake your arms around his stomach. You press your head against his chest and hear his heart pounding. It makes you feel special.

"Ay, let me get undressed.." he laughed, "Go ahead and turn the shower on."

You push him playfully and begin running water, waiting for it to warm up before you get in. After finishing undressing, he helps you step into the shower, following soon behind.

You bathe each other; he combs his hands through your hair and scrubs shampoo into your head. He gingerly washes your body, ensuring you're thoroughly cleaned. He's taking such good care of you, you're nearly able to forget what he did.

He swaps places with you so you're able to rinse off. He cups his hands and splashes water on you to make the process run a little more quickly. He turns your back to him and presses himself against you, still wiping down your body to help wash the soap away. His hands linger on your breasts and slide down to briskly touch your pussy.

"Ready to get out yet, roo?" He sighs into your ear.

You turn to face him again, looking up at him needily.

"Yes please."

He picks you up again, sets you down and grabs a towel, wiping you down amiably. He wraps you up in the towel and plops you on the bed. He planks over you, bowing his head down to kiss you.

You unwrap yourself from your confines and snake your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You feel his dick twitch against your warm pussy, aching to fuck into you.

"God, can I just fuck you?" He bucks against you.

"Mhmm.." You whine.

He slides down and briefly eats you out, before coming back up and shoving his cock into you. He groans, pushing his dick to the absolute furthest it can inside you. You clench around his cock, causing him to shiver at the sensation. He stays put for only a second before plowing you.

He throws his weight into each thrust, pounding you steadily. You toss your head back in bliss, taking his dick with grace. Your angelic moans only fueled him to fuck you to tears.

His weight shifts for a moment and you feel a hand clasp around your throat. You're surprised for only a moment before he continued to fuck any thoughts you'd ever had out of you. You felt your eyes droop down before he lightly slapped you back to reality.

"Look at me, love. Keep those pretty eyes open."

You held eye contact the best you could, wincing and gasping every once in a while when he'd go too deep.

He took his hand off your throat so he could pin your legs against your chest, fucking into you even deeper. He couldn't seem to get enough of you, he wanted to be sure you got every single inch.

His pace never broke and you came over and over again on his thick cock. Every time he drew back and rammed back into you, it made you see stars.

You felt him grip you tighter and fuck you somehow, unbelievably harder. He let go of your legs and you wrap them around him again.

"I'm gonna cum.." He grits out.

"Cum inside me.." You moan, "Please.. baby.."

"Yeah? Want me to fill you up, little slut?" He growls.

"God, yes, please.." You cry out.

You feel him tense and cum into you, still fucking you at breakneck speed until every last bit of seed is rammed into you.

He flops down beside you, curling himself around you to spoon.

"You have fun?" He asks.

"I always do with you.."

"Tell me you're NOT up this late again, babe."

You stand in the opening to his workshop, arms crossed, with a nasty look on your face. You're just about ready to strangle Dell. You've begged him for the last three nights to leave his work at a reasonable time so you can spend what little time you both have together, and here he is- hunched over and obsessing over something that in the long term, will be forgotten and replaced with his next project.

"You're always choosing this mess over me.. can you please just.. come to bed?" You say, trailing off softly to hopefully draw him into your bedroom.

You had been going to bed unsatisfied these past few nights and you missed him sorely. You needed him tonight, badly.

You watch him sigh, lifting up his goggles and fixing his posture to face you.

"Just.. 5 more minutes?" He says nervously.

"Oh my god, forget it. Goodnight." You shake your head, pretty disappointed and pissed. Same thing every night. You shuffle into your shared room, strip yourself down and sit on the edge of your bed.

You listen for guilty footsteps; nothing. You huff again, the ache still prevalent in your core. You were really hoping he'd come back but you'll live. You decide since you're alone, you'll participate in a little self-care.

You lay on your back, head propped up on some pillows and your hand meets your warm slit. You tease yourself, sliding your fingers lightly over your clit before quickly dipping your middle and ring finger in and out.

You tilt your head to the side, moaning quietly into the pillow. Before you know it, you're making a mess of yourself. Your pussy kisses your knuckle as you drive your fingers deep inside you, soaking the bedsheets with your cum.

"That desperate, huh?"

You shot up from your position. You cover yourself, half embarrassed and half still angry at Dell.

"Still mad at you.." You say, pouting.

"I can make it up to you, darlin'.." He drawls, giving you an honest gaze.

Anything he said could make you melt in his hands, and it was so hard to stay mad at him when he gave you that look.

"I really don't know if you can.." You say, words laced with tease.

He steps closer and tosses the covers aside. He crawls onto the bed, sitting next to you. In the time he was being a voyeur, he had discarded everything but his underwear and obtained a massive hard-on.

"God," you giggle, "How long had you been creeping on me?"

He shrugs, "Not really sure, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself.."

You feel his hand plant itself onto your thigh, his fingers massaging your skin. He pulls you to where you're sitting in-between his legs, and his hands travel to your inner thigh. His fingers lightly brush against your pussy, causing you to twitch at the tickling sensation.

He grabs you by your neck, lifting your head upwards so you look at him as he pushes his fingers into your sopping wet pussy.

"So wet for me, dirty girl.."

You arch your back, needing more than just his hands.

"God," you moan, "Fuck me, Dell.."

"Say no more, doll." He says, smugly.

He turns you over in doggy and hunches over you. He glides his dick over your pussy, spreading your wetness over his cock. When he finally fucks into you, you cry out in bliss.

"F-fuck.." you groan.

He works himself into you, grabbing your waist for more leverage. He rams into you now, ensuring that with every thrust you see white.

He threads your hair through each of his fingers and pulls, making you yelp in pleasure. His hips snap wildly against you as your pussy squirts around his thick shaft. His grip tightens on your clump of hair, and you can tell he is quickly approaching his orgasm.

You chant his name, urging him to cum inside you. You feel his thrusts get lazy, and he completely pins you against the mattress. He cums inside you, pushing his dick deeper with every spurt he sends in you.

He rolls over next to you, and you whimper as he pulls out of you.

"That was great.." you say, drowsily.

"Mhhm.." He says, half-asleep.

You cuddle up next to him; feeling his big arms wrap around you gave you the sense of security you'd been missing these past few days.

"Fuck.." Sniper sighs to himself.

He lays alone in his van without your company, tirelessly waiting for you to return to him. He needs you more than anything right now, so desperate for your touch.

With the tension in his pants only getting harder to ignore, he makes the decision to touch himself in your absence. He begins unbuckling and shoving his pants down to his ankles before sloppily stroking himself to the thought of you. As he throws his head back, still bucking his hips into his hand, he hears his camper door open.

He jumps, startled at first, but as his eyes meet yours, he nervously grins.

"Couldn't even wait till I got home?" You say, curtly.

"N-no, 'm sorry.." He whines.

You take slow strides towards him, and Sniper can swear you can hear his rapid heartbeat.

"I-I said I'm sorry.." He frowns and gives you a deeply apologetic look, his soft eyes almost convincing you to cut him some slack. He looks so pathetic, sprawled out, sweating; You decide to put some pressure on.

"Don't think that'll work, baby, I'm sorry.." You coo.

You place yourself in between his legs, gently pushing them apart a little more. You trace your fingers over his dick, feeling it pulse beneath your touch. You continue up his happy trail, over his chest, until your fingers meet his mouth.

He eagerly opens his mouth and sucks on your middle and ring finger, coating your fingers with his spit. You take them out slowly, being sure to keep eye contact with him.

"God, you're so dirty.. Where do you want 'em..?" You lead on, feeling Sniper adjusting his position so you gain more access.

"You know.." He says shyly.

You can feel him shift uncomfortably, wanting so badly to be fucked like a filthy slut, yet too embarrassed to admit it.

Your fingers prod at his ass, and his breath hitches. You feel him roll his hips to grind against your fingers, urging you to fuck him.

"Please.. please fuck me.." He covers his face with his arms.

You tease his hole, only inserting the tip of your fingers in. You feel him helplessly squirm, so anxious to be railed. You finally give, your fingers dissappear inside him as you roughly pump them in and out of him.

He tries not to moan, but he can't help it. He arches his back slightly and groans into the pillow next to him.

"Nn.. right there.. fuck.." He breathes.

You grab his dick with your other hand and start jerking him off. You suck on his tip and relentlessly fuck his ass with no mercy, ruining his tight fuck hole.

"F-fuck.. g-gonna cum.." He cries out. You feel his dick throb in your mouth, filling it with cum. You swallow it all, being sure not to waste a single drop.

You pull your fingers out of him, raising them to his mouth.

"Clean it off." You say condescendingly.

He lazily licks his slick off of your fingers, eyes tiredly drooping from the work you just gave him.

After making sure your fingers are thoroughly cleaned, you rest your hand against his cheek.

"You alright?"

"Yeah." He says, quite satisfied.

You and Sniper were still in the early stages of being together; both still getting used to the feeling of commitment. While you guys had been intimate before, besides some dirty talk, it had remained relatively vanilla. Really, the opportunity to talk about your kinks had never come up. You were slightly nervous to bring it up as well, in fear that maybe he wouldn't reciprocate.

Lost in these thoughts, you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist and Snipers nose nuzzle into the nape of your neck. He takes a deep breathe in, "Missed you.." he mumbles.

You feel him press up against you, signaling that he wants you. He sways you back and forth in the embrace for a bit before picking you up and laying you on the couch.

He puts his knee between your thighs, still holding you and giving you small kisses. You giggle in between kisses and playfully try pushing him off. He easily pins your arms across your chest, grinning at your attempt.

"Can't get out of this one, roo.." He sneers.

You wriggle desperately, but to no avail as you are completely helpless against this mans grip. He moves your arms above your head, holding your wrists tightly as he adjusts himself in between your thighs.

The absence of pressure from his knee at your middle made you whine, so you needily began grinding against his hard on.

"Please, daddy, please fuck me.." You bleat on..

You feel Snipers grip on your wrists tighten, then tension thickening between you two. "Daddy, huh?" He chuckles, "You like that stuff, hm?" You feel your chest tighten and eyes widen, "S-sorry it just kinda.. slipped out. I dunno I won't do it again if you aren't into it." You softly let out.

"What?" He breathes, lowering himself down to your neck, "I like that.. say it again, love.." He says, his tone gradually lowering before finally giving your neck a sharp nip.

"God.. Daddy.." You moan.

"Fuck baby.." He says breathlessly, "Take your fuckin' clothes off slut." he says while clumsily slipping his pants off.

When you're both undressed, he places you back on your back, grabbing and lifting your hips up to meet his dick.

"Gonna take it like a good girl, baby?"

"Mhmm.." you say, rubbing yourself against him.

"Use your words.." he tuts.

"Yes, daddy.. please fuck me.."

"That's it, baby.." He sighs, finally sliding himself deeply inside you, sitting there for a moment to enjoy the comfort of your pussy. "Fuck.." he moans.

"Feel so fuckin good.." he says, eyes half lidded. He grips your hips harder now, fingers digging into your sides with no mercy. He begins ruthlessly fucking you into the couch.

You take it all, spreading your legs slightly wider so he can drive deeper into your core. He pounds into you, fucking you into a brainless whore.

"Fuck daddy.." you gasp in between thrusts, "G-gonna cum.." you cry out.

"Cum on this fucking dick, slut.." He spits out.

Your stomach tightens and you finally cum around his cock, wrapping your legs around him tightly, as he soon after finishes inside you. He collapses on top of you for a moment, resting inside you.

He grunts as he pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you, "You okay?"

"Yeaaah." You mumble out.

He nods and kisses the crown of your head. He picks you up taking you into a well needed shower to help clean you up.

After staggering in from an eventful night of birthday partying and making your boyfriend slightly jealous, Dell was eager to get you into the bedroom to put you back in your place.

As soon as you guys are clear of any interruptions, Dell rushes to you, pressing his body to the back of yours.

“You think what you did in there was cute, huh? You wanna be treated like a slut then?”

“Wha…are you even..like, talking about…” You say smugly. Your slurred speech spurs him on.

He turns your body so that you’re facing him and makes sure to grab a handful of your hair.

“Anything else you wanna say?”

Before you’re able to get out another smartass sentence, he pushes your head down and into his clothed crotch, smothering your face against his hard dick. He only lifts your head for a second and you’re spouting bratty, teasing comments. It gives him enough time to free his dick and slap it against your jaw a few times before burying it into your throat.

He clutches onto your hair again and starts relentlessly skull fucking you, occasionally grabbing your face and slapping it around.

“Dirty slut can’t even take it.. so stupid..” he jeers.

You try pushing his thighs back so you can catch a breath of air, but he doesn’t let you. You strain against his blows but it only makes him shove his dick deeper into your throat, burying his cock into your face. Tears and spit roll down your face violently, cheeks and lips swollen red as you’re barely able to get a good breath of air.

He pulls out finally, and you gasp for a big breath of air.

“Nothing to say now, huh?”

You nod wearily, giving him a crooked smile as you look up at him. He wipes the corners of your eyes and mouth.

“Good girl..” he coos.

He picks you up again by the hair, still retaining his previous aggression.

“But this still doesn’t mean you’re outta hot water, Yknow that right?” He says, taunting you.

He leads you into the edge of your bed, plunging you face down ass up into your mattress . He pulls off your clothes, practically tearing them off. He yanks your panties to the side and rubs his dick against your soaked pussy.

Normally he’s such a gentleman; So gentle and patient with your antics, always kind and never complains. He knows how to break you slowly, though. He’ll tease you until you’re sobbing for it, torture you with pleasure for hours, but despite everything, the common denominator is still patience. Tonight he let all of that go, months of pent up anger released all at once in this one moment.

He pushes into you, bottoming out fully in you. You yelp at the unexpectedness of the act, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. He lays into you, hammering every inch inside you. He smacks your ass repeatedly while fucking you, leaving bruises and welts. He grabs your waist so hard, you’re sure that’ll bruise, too. He fucks you sober, so hard that you’re barely able to keep up and catch your breath. You’re not minding your volume so he presses your face deeper into the bed.

You try pushing him back, so of course, he holds your arms and puts his whole weight into his thrusts. You begin shaking, and soon go limp aside from clenching around his cock cumming over and over again for him. He uses you as a fuck doll in this moment, not a single regard for your well being.

He starts to get sloppier with his thrusts, whispering that he’s gonna cum. He lifts your head up and you whine, cockdrunk,

“Cum inside me, please…”

He groans and grips your hips, wildly thrusting his cum deeper and deeper inside you, making sure you’re filled.

He topples over you and you turn to cuddle him.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He grins at you.

Scout: He loves to swim!! He lives for the beach!! He wants to go to trampoline parks with you. This dude is just full of energy all the time. Super active guy who's also a beach volleyball WARRIOR!!!!!! Dont play w him! He also loves to end an active day with fucking the shit out of you. This day has been full of excitement and it's the cherry on top for him to please you. I believe this guys an anal FIEND, too, giving AND RECIEVING prob mweh heh heh

Demoman: Gets Crunk and gets horny!!! This may be strange but I would like to write something where he double teams you with soldier. I think this guy massages your feet, too. Nothing sexual just like a respect thing. Don't play w me foots rubs are soo nice..

Medic: evil af. probably neglectful or gay.. on the other hand period sex tho...

Engineer: Ugh this handsome man loves to ramble to you! He loves just talking to you about his smart stuff, and helping you try to understand it. If youre intrigued and ask to learn hes marrying you on the spot. I believe this guy also loves sex toys --- He's never gonna reject the opportunity to utilize toys to make you feel twice as good. He's comfortable and confident in his abilities. He's a soft lover, and loooves to give you some princess treatment when the opportunity arises- also has dirty finger nails that are perma-stained by oil.

Heavy: big.. whoa. super tender and loving! he loves to spoil you and i would like to think hes big on back massages. also hes a little more on the submissive side. I think he's an incredible listener and will neverrrr forget a thing.

Sniper: Stinky man. Mans man. 3-1 shampoo/conditioner/bodywash- man. Despite this his musk is still quite nice i think tbh i love stinky men. i like to think he also has like a slight tummy you know just a lil bit. it is canon he crochets so i believe he will make a little blanket for you. Not real big on pda but loves to tease you in public. i think he loves road head. i believe hes super dominate and loves to take out his frustrations in the bedroom. Loooooves prey/pred play.

Spy: Loves to shower with you - watch you shower (esp when you dont know hes watching). Big on spoiling you. Doesn't let you do a thing when you guys are relaxing with each other. He's a true gentleman. I think he likes to be tied up sometimes, too. Probably a fan of threesomes.

Pyro: lights you on fire. just kidding. I think they love wax play, temp play, stuff like that. on the other side of that really loving, cuddle bug when it comes to just chillin with each other.

After a particularly rough day, everyone needs some decompression! Especially Sniper. You had gotten a text earlier stating how frustrated he is and how badly he needed you. You're touch would remove the aches of today's stress; he wants you so viscerally.

He walks into the van hastily, searching for wherever you're at. Desperately needing you in his arms. You, on the other hand, were not even there. In fact you had made plans to shop and mosey around town for the day, you had even missed his texts! You decided it would be a good day to just relax.. give yourself some you time. Sniper would be okay..

After not finding you, Sniper was genuinely tweaking. He called your phone, but it was no use. No answer, no nothing. He was furious. He sat down on the pull-out couch you both shared, bouncing his leg. He was planning what he should do as you walked in. Nothing good that's for sure. Why would you just ignore him? What could you have possibly been doing to ignore your phone like this. He could be hurting or dying even, and you wouldn't even know! The more he thought the angrier he was. Logically, this made no sense. Maybe you could even be hurt. You didn't even tell him you would be out.

After you finally finished your leisurely day, you push into the camper door, hands very full. You see him on the couch, looking up at you with dark eyes. You drop your bags at the door and start bouncing towards him.

"Hi!! How was your day?"

No answer. You asked again. Still nothing. You sighed and asked, "What did I do?" Stupid question. Sniper blew up on you. He got up in your face attacking you with questions about where you were, what were you thinking-

"Are you fucking stupid?" He asked.

You felt a slight sting in your throat, but you were mainly offended. "No? Honestly, it really isn't that deep. I'm here now, right? You're being stupid." He laughed, it was an unnerving laugh, right before he does something. You scoffed and walked towards the bathroom, "Since I have to tell you literally everything then, I'm gonna take a shower, you dick." You made sure to enunciate the ck on that last part. Sniper just needed time to cool off, once you come back out he'll be alright. Except all your last sentence did was totally break him. He didn't have a good day, you didn't answer him, and you were challenging his authority.. all things that add to an already hefty punishment you're about to recieve.

You were only in the shower for probably 2 minutes before Sniper slammed the door open and pulled you out of there. "Look at you, you're soaking my fucking floor.." you were confused, naked, and cold because you were unexpectedly pulled out of your nice shower.

"And that's my fault how? Just reaching at this point."

You tried pushing him away from you, trying to climb back into the shower, but his strong grip around you prevented anything from happening. You pouted in his grasp and he made you look up at him. "Have you forgotten who I am? Where's your respect for me, hm? What happened?" He gave you a light slap to your face. You shake your head. He sighed, annoyed. "Right then. Count for me."

He bent you over the sink, giving you a heavy slap to your ass. It stung horribly, your wet skin amplifying the pain of the slap. You stayed silent. "Really?" He asked through his teeth. He delivered another harder slap to your ass. You legs faltered but you readjusted, still too proud to give in.

"You're such a fucking bitch, you know that?" He turned the shower off and carried you to the couch, holding you down over the arm of it. He relentlessly spanked you, even when you finally caved and began counting with tears smearing your mascara all down your ruined face, he did not care. When he finally stopped you shakily sunk to the ground, kneeling by his dick, quietly releasing short sobs between little breaths.

"Who am I, cunt?" He asked sternly, peering down at you. "You're my daddy.." you choke out, looking at the floor. "Again, to me this time.." He leans down, wrapping his hand around your cheeks squeezing them together so your lips are forced to pucker out.

"You're my Daddy. 'M s-sorry.." you sputter.

"You look fucked up, doll." He mocks. "Here, I'll give you what you want, since I'm feeling a little bad for you." He unbuckles, unzips, and steps out of his pants, his dick hitting the side of your face. "Come on, then." He says, annoyed. You prop yourself up and open your mouth, before you hear a very loud, exaggerated, impatient sigh. Sniper grabs the back of your head and bobs your head fully down on his cock, skull fucking you. He doesn't pull out to give you time to breathe and you place your hands on his thighs to push yourself off but it only makes him fuck your throat harder. There's drool everywhere, but feeling his judgmental stare and occasional comments of calling you a dirty slut only turned you on more.

You started touching yourself, accepting him using your throat as he pleases. He laughed, "Getting off on this? Wow, such a dirty girl.." you looked up to him, your eyes meeting his. You gave him the sweetest look, contrasting with your horribly abused face. "My girl.." He groans and pulls out of your mouth. You finally get a good breath of air and gasp, slightly choking on all the spit. You continue looking up at him. Your face kills him.. you're eyes are dark, you have tears staining your cheeks, drooling, swollen lips, it makes him want to mess you up more.

"Stand up, honey." He takes you by your pits and supports you as you shakily stand up. He places you gently on the couch cushions, laying you on your back, so you can see him devour your pussy. He kneels before you and looks up, "You understand why I had to do that, right?" You nod. "I know, I'm so sorry for worrying you, daddy. I'll be better I promise, I promise..." you say breathlessly, desperate to feel his tongue against you. "And?" He leans closer to your sopping wet cunt. "Please, sir, I'm so sorry for disrespecting you, it'll never happen again!" You whimper. "Good girl." He says smugly.

He holds your thighs and starts running zig-zags with his tongue along your pussy. He buries his face into you, giving your clit special attention. You gasp, running your hands into his hair, gripping his head and grinding against his mouth. He starts fingering you, curling and twisting his fingers in and out, until you finally finish. He licks your cum up hungrily, while still making eye contact with you. "What do you say, love?" He asks. "Thank you, daddy." He smiles, "There's my girl.. so smart. I guess you deserve a reward, hmm?" You smile back at him, giddiness filling you. "Yes, please!" He stands up, running his tip along the slit of your drooling pussy. "Beg for it, baby." You nod, "Please daddy, please.. I need it so fucking bad.. I need you to pound me, ple-"

You didn't finish before he was shoving his cock into you, pounding into you with unforgiving speed. He grabbed your face and in-between thrusts he asked:

"Whos..fucking..pussy..is..this?" He grunted. "Yours daddy.. y-yours.." unable to catch your breath from the pace he set.

He flipped you over to where your face is crammed against the couch in doggy position. He grabbed a clump of your hair and placed his other hand on your waist, fucking the shit out of you. He railed you until you were a crying mess, chanting his name, pleading for him to make you cum, over and over.

"Fuck, baby.. where do you want me to cum?" He says quickly. "Cum in m-me, please.." you moan. His hips snapped more quickly  inside you. He shoved your face down into the couch and pressed down on your back. "Fuckin' like that, bitch? Want me to ruin this tight little cunt?" He very aggressively says.You gasped desperately, "Oh my god, yes, please, daddy!" He relents and gets his last few long, hard strokes in before he puts his entire weight onto you and stuffs his dick well into you and fucks his load deeply inside you. He stays put for a minute before finally pulling out, his cum pooling out of your messy cunnie.

"Let's get you a towel, love." He kisses the crown of your head and walks to get you a water and stuff to clean you with. You lay there, exhausted, beaten, bruised, ruined, still very satisfied. He gets back and very gently cleans you, making sure you're also drinking your water. He massages your back and head while whispering how good you were and how sorry he is, but how it was necessary for him to do so.