Glizzyglazer

Anyone else would find the back and forth tedious and repetitive seeing that there was no real rhyme or reason to it. However, this was just the established dynamic between you and Vin Jin. If you consistently kept each other at an arm’s length, there would be no need to fear overstepping boundaries or getting tangled up in the whirlwind of emotions. Vin Jin had enough weighing on his mind as is, he didn’t want to deal with the burden of getting too attached to you and ending up letting you down. Though he never divulged what it was that made him like this, you knew his issues ran deep. Only someone with ridiculous amounts of repressed emotions and disorganized feelings could fuck the way that Vin Jin did.

Your favorite tv show playing in the background was starting to sound annoying and overbearing as you anticipate his arrival; growing more eager by the second to see him. The mere thought of him showing up and spending the night breaking your back has your thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache that was building in your core. You could already imagine it now. 

“You’re wet already? Did you miss me that much?” Vin Jin would taunt you after he had shoved his hand into your shorts and panties, his fingers thrumming through your arousal and playing with your swollen pearl. Just a few swipes of his fingers and your knees are buckling, your fingers grasping onto the fabric of his jacket so you don't completely melt beneath his touch.

Groaning loudly, you dramatically throw yourself back on the couch as you wait for Vin Jin. Staring at the ceiling, you can’t tell if it’s been one minute or one hour because it all feels the same when you refuse to check the time again. When you hear the pleasant tune created by the numbers of your electric keypad being pressed and the lock turning, you know he’s finally arrived. 

“What took so long?” You ask him immediately, getting up from your spot on the couch to greet him at the door with a small frown on your face.

Eyes hidden behind his sunglasses even at the late hour, you can’t fully read his expression while he steps out of his shoes, lazily kicking them to the side.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” Vin Jin scoffs, not saying anything else before he stalks toward you to close the distance between your bodies. “It’s been a rough week. You gonna let me blow off steam?” His words tickle the shell of your ear as he leans in to whisper to you. 

Despite his rough exterior, Vin Jin always approaches you sweetly, refusing to lay a finger on you until he hears you tell him you want him to use you. It doesn’t matter if it’s the same routine every time he shows up, he needs to hear it from your mouth that you’re letting him treat you like an outlet. Making sure that you knew exactly what you were in for was the least he could do before fucking you within an inch of your life. 

“Yeah. I’ve been waiting for ages.” You say in a lighthearted tone to balance out the tension that filled the room as soon as Vin Jin arrived. 

Dragging you down the hall to your bedroom without a word, you stumble behind Vin Jin. His strides are so much more urgent than yours and your legs were practically shaking in anticipation. His tight grasp on your wrist let you know tonight was going to be one hell of a ride. Excitement, concern, arousal– they all bubble within you as you wonder what could possibly have Vin Jin so worked up. He’s more agitated than usual and you could feel it just from the casual contact; thinking of how this anger would manifest when he finally fucks you has your hole weeping.

Your chances of winning the lottery are greater than Vin Jin giving you a bit of foreplay when he shows up to your place like this. Even on the nights where he just shows up to get his dick wet when bored, he doesn’t spend too much time prepping you. Why would he bother when it’s gotten to a point where your body just knows to get warmed up for him prior to his arrival? 

Once in your dimly lit bedroom, you take the liberty of undressing yourself first before stripping Vin Jin out of his clothes; knowing that he couldn’t see well since he refused to take off those damn sunglasses. It was such a shame his eyes were an insecurity of his…you always thought they looked so pretty whenever he stared down at you with that domineering gaze of his. 

Shoving you face first into the mattress, Vin Jin roughly grabs you by the hips; lifting your ass up as he lowers his glasses just for a moment so he could appreciate the visage of your backside. Every curve, every mark, your inner thighs sticky with your own arousal– the sight of you like this is exactly what he needs to forget his own inner turmoil. He almost wants to start seeing you on the daily if it meant he could just live in the moment like this instead of dwelling on the past that shaped him; but resorting to other methods of escapism only made the voice in his head louder as it reminded him how weak he was. 

No prep, no warning. Vin Jin plunges his length into you without a second thought, gritting his teeth at how tight and warm you feel around him. You were wet enough to take him in one swift thrust, but he can still feel some resistance. He keeps himself motionless inside you, taking a moment to bask in the bliss of your pussy squeezing him so good and getting wetter while he’s inside you. If you weren’t such a pain slut, he’d feel guilty about taking you like this. 

Luckily for Vin Jin, the mere idea of him fucking you gets you adequately wet to alleviate the sting of his cock invading your walls but it still aches when he bottoms out. Yet that ache you feel is such a beautiful harmony of pain and pleasure; it’s just enough to make your pussy produce more slick to let him start thrusting in and out of you smoothly. 

However, it’s not long before you’re scrambling up the sheets, struggling to endure his hefty thrusts as they pick up in both pace and ferocity.

“Are you seriously running from me? Thought I told you I didn’t like that.” Vin Jin snarls, his blunt finger tips digging into your hips and yanking them back to keep his cock deeply seated within you.

You didn’t mean to do it, honestly. It’s just that the way his cock parts your quivering lips open and meanly pummels into your gummy walls turns you into a messy pile of limbs against the sheets. It’s almost as if deep within you, there was a little ‘off’ button for your brain and every time Vin Jin slammed into you, he would make sure to hit that spot to keep you in a state of total submission. 

“Be good and take this dick.” He demands, his hips brutally snapping into yours; the sharp angles of his chiseled body cushioned by the plushness of your ass.

“I’m trying.” You whine out, trying to grab the sheets to keep you in place; but it’s no use. Only with the aid of Vin Jin’s vice grip on your hips, you remain somewhat stable enough to let him keep using your syrupy hole like his personal fleshlight. 

You could cry and whine all you want about the harsh pounding he gives you is too much but your pussy would always give you away. Your greedy cunt would more than happily take every thick inch of his cock even if the rest of your body was too weak to withstand it. The wet, squelching sounds created by Vin Jin rutting into your dripping hole said more than enough about how you were feeling when you couldn’t string together a coherent sentence. 

As good as it feels to lose himself in the warm wetness of your soft body, there’s a lingering frustration behind each of his thrusts even after he’s fucked out all of his anger from earlier. It all ties back into his desire to see you on a more consistent schedule. At the forefront of his mind, Vin Jin feels so blessed to have you to distract him when everything becomes too much for him. You accept him as he is, never prying too much into his personal issues, and even give him a nice ego boost with how hard you cum for him when he fucks you like this. 

But the entire notion of becoming reliant on you to make him feel better and being emotionally vulnerable with you stirs up an unpleasant feeling within him. Time and time again, he wishes those emotions could be purged every time he releases his seed into you. He tries so hard to get it all out, seeking salvation in the heat of your body but the feelings linger. It starts to make him wonder if there was any use continuing to stave it off.

Grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh hard like it was his own personal stress ball, he uses the tight grip to move you back and forth on his cock. Eyes fixed on the way it recoils with every movement, he grits his teeth and ignores the way his length throbs within you every time your body is flush with his. 

“God damn, you make me wanna bust quick.” Vin Jin mutters under his breath when he feels your walls flutter around him, squeezing impossibly tight for a few seconds only to ease up again.

Slowing his hips to a leisurely pace, he drives into you with harsher plunges; the angle shifting slightly until the head of his cock is consistently hitting your sweet spot. Each mean thrust increases the euphoria sprinkled with pain flooding your body. You lose yourself to the feeling of Vin Jin tearing into you like he wanted to split you open with his thick cock. Both of you bask in the sensation of your walls clinging on to every inch of him, your throat burning from how much you were moaning out for him. 

“Quit squeezing me like that. If I cum before you, you’re not getting yours.” Vin Jin warns you, one of his hands snaking up the column of your spine before his fingers wrap around your throat; holding it firmly. 

He’s bluffing, but he would never let you know that. No matter how tight and wet your walls were wrapped around him, his own pride wouldn’t let him finish until he had turned you into a crumpled pile on the sheets. Perhaps a small part of him found it the most pleasurable whenever he watched you come undone beneath him. Plus, if anyone asked you about his bedroom skills, he’d rather be swallowed up by a blackhole than have to hear rumors of him being trash in the sheets. 

Keeping his grasp on your neck, his thrusts start picking up speed again. The occasional grunts that fall from him come from a place of being focused on making you finish rather than exertion or his own pleasure. Vin Jin tried to keep his own noises to a minimum but it wasn’t like it mattered; the way he was pounding into you made it impossible to think about anything except the heat concentrated in your center and fanning out around the edges. Even when Vin Jin is hurling degrading praise at you and egging you on to cum for him, his words are all jumbled together in your brain. You don’t know what he’s saying to you, but you know that it makes that heat spread faster throughout your body and makes your cunt drool around his cock. 

“O-oh fuck, Vin…” You whimper out breathlessly, searching for the words to alert him of your upcoming climax.

Vin Jin has done this enough times with you to read you like a book. It was even easier for him to predict when you were cumming while in missionary, but the intimacy of being face to face like that proved to be too much for him. Imagining the pretty, pained expression you wear as you thrash beneath him and try to keep it together as your orgasm overwhelms you was satisfying enough.

Watching your figure beneath him tense up before tremors take you over with your wetness soaking his cock provokes a pleased smirk from Vin Jin. He can feel your pussy clenching around him so tightly; unsure if it was trying to milk his seed out or push out his pulsing cock. Pulling out until just the tip remained inside you, he slams back into your quivering walls with a low moan. He repeats the action over and over, prolonging your orgasm until he pumps you full of his thick cum with a relieved moan that sounds so heavenly; you swore that a second, less intense orgasm had just washed over you.

Pulling out of you unceremoniously, Vin Jin flops into bed beside you and your body goes slack and the both of you lay next to each other in silence for a bit. Air filled with the sweet stench of sex and perspiration, all that’s left is the sound of you trying to even out your breathing. 

“I’m staying the night, by the way.” Vin Jin suddenly announces, not even bothering to look your way. 

His words snap you out of your post orgasm haze and you can’t help but laugh.

“If you’re expecting me to make you breakfast in the morning, you might as well leave now.”