you hate the heat, you got the blues

you loved cooking for him, after he comes home from a long day in the lumbar yard, sweat sticking to his sinking and covered in a fine layer of sawdust. it usually made you sneeze when he would walk through the door, so he has started to strip before coming in.

your cheeks always flushed when he would come back inside with just the white wife pleaser sticking to his chest and his jeans. you could tell he enjoyed how you reacted when you see him, mostly peeking up through your lashes trying to stay focused on whatever task you had at hand.

just like tonight.

he was a little late, but you didn’t mind. you knew on friday’s he took a little longer to get home to you because he was busy prepping the wood for next week. he took his job seriously, and you took him seriously for it too. never once did you ever complain when he would arrive home later than he would promise you that morning of, you knew what his work demanded of you, especially in a small town like this.

“hi babydoll,” his gruff voice found your ears before you gazed up at him with a blush, a smile ghosting your lips. he lets out a sigh as he brushes his hair over his ear, the braid you gave him this morning falling out of its pattern. “sorry i’m late.” he hangs up his flannel on the coat rack, and even though you didn’t need an apology for him being late — he always gave you one anyways.

“that’s okay, buck.” you answer, almost automatically. you loved the rhythm you both had fallen into, something else as a dance that you normally couldn’t do. but he made sure to guide you through the whole thing.

he smiles, watching you pick at some of the petals you had in your hand wanting to use them to press later. as he comes up behind you, you feel a tense shift in the air. the sun was two hours from setting, casting a bright glow in the front room of the cottage. it illuminated his arm, the glint making you tense your thighs at any thoughts of him using it on you.

his hands fall on your waist, and although you can still smell the days sweat soaking on his skin, you could smell the musk of the cologne he sprayed this morning, making sure to put it under his pulse points he knew you loved shoving your head into. his chest brushes against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist now and gently pulling your body into his. you feel a bulge brush against your lower back, a bloom in your stomach making you hold back a whine.

he knew, though. at this point he knew every single reaction your body had, no matter how many times he touched you, kissed you, took you on his cock. he knew exactly what made you tick and bye sure as hell he would use it to his advantage every single time.

“you look pretty today, baby…” his chin rests on your exposed shoulder — a baby blue sundress adorned your skin and stopping at the mid of your thighs, ribbons tying the shoulder straps delicately. a white lace ribbon held the middle of your dress together, one slight pull of the string and it would come undone, exposing yourself under bucky’s gaze.

“thank you, i wore this one for you…” you wore all of them for him, you loved the way they made you feel, almost as much as you loved how he looked at you when you dressed up for him. he presses a kiss into your shoulder, his nose nudging up the side of your neck and his stubble rubbing your sensitive skin until his lips. were right under your ear lobe.

his right hand ventures down further the front of your dress, fingers dancing to find the the end of the dress together bunch up in this hold. you hold a shuddered breath as he chuckles against your skin, feeling nothing under neath the sundress you had on.

“and you didn’t wear anything underneath, hm?” he muses, and you nodded, body slightly relaxing into his frame as he brings his left hand to hold against the edge of the counter and caging you further into the wood. he didn’t want you going anywhere.

“n-no… ‘s too warm today..” you mumbled, half lying and half telling the truth. you didn’t know why you felt so worked up when he would touch you and find that you hadn’t worn anything underneath. you didn’t understand why you wanted to tease him like this, only that you knew that he would make you feel so fucking good. and that was enough for you.

he nods, listening to your complaint as he kisses the skin against your lower ear. “i hear ya, baby.” He grunts softly as you absentmindedly press your hips into him, taking his hands from underneath your sundress and turning you around, your back against the countertop.

“buck, wha-“ he presses he is finger against your lips to shush you, a smile on his lips.

“shh, let me take care of you, hm?” you bite your lip, unsure how this would cool you down, but you couldn’t say no to him as he looks at you like that when he sinks down onto his knees. you gape your mouth gently, wanting to protest as he takes one of your legs and hooks it around his shoulder, thigh pressing firmly into his left shoulder. the metal cooled your skin instantly, but you were too distracted on the hands that stayed under your thighs, traveling up to your hips and angling your cunt towards his face.

your sundress was bunched at your hips, exposed to him in the glow of the sunset. his nose bumped your clit as his eyes looked up at you, breath ghosting over your soaked entrance. he smirks as you open your mouth to say something but you get cut off when he wraps his lips around your clit and tongue flicking slightly, making your brain stop short and hips stutter.

“c’mon baby, let daddy eat..” he murmurs against your cunt before he presses harder, letting go of your clit and tongue dipping to your folds, and licking like a fucking starved man. like he didn’t enjoy your delicious breakfast and lunch you had made him today for work.

like he had never tasted something that was this sweet in his entire life. and honestly, he cannot say he has tasted anything sweeter than you.

eventually you let him settle into the routine of flicking his tongue through your soaked folds, drinking you in before he used that same tongue to fuck your hole and his nose nudging against your clit with each move of his face.

he had you as a moaning mess above him, your and had found their way to his messy brown curly hair, tugging on the strands to bring him closer to you if that was even physically possible. you needed him, craved him so fucking bad even while he was giving you exactly what you were asking for.

“sound so fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart..” he groans against your core, a blush sweeping your cheeks, warming your face. you couldn’t help the shiver that ran hourglass your body at the praise, fingers tightening in his hair. he brings his right hand from under your thigh to tease your hole with his fingers, his tongue licking at your clit lazily. your hips stuttered against his face, his eyes peering up over he mound of your bush. he nuzzled his nose deeper into you as he closed his eyes and sunk two fingers into you slowly.

you let out a moan, trying to rut your hips against his face and fingers but he wouldnt let you move from the position he had you in.

“want you to make a mess like this, babydoll.” he grunts against you, slipping his fingers deeper and deeper until he was knuckle deep and you could feel him curl his fingers deep inside of you. the wet sounds picked up as he started thrusting his fingers at the same pace hie sucked your clit, keeping the same rhythm as you moaned a little louder with each stroke

he loved having you come undone like this underneath him, singing songs of gospel every time he pulled his fingers out and pushed back in. he loved your body twitching as your clit throbbed under his tongue, pulling you closer and closer to the edge that only he could send you to.

“thats it, there you go…” he coaxes you softly, pulling the sweetest moans and whines from your lips, fingers digging deeper into his scalp and feeling the tight knot in your stomach that could only mean one thing.

you squeezed his fingers tightly earning a moan from him, his fingers scissoring inside of you while he pulls away enough to look at you and his thumb goes to circle your clit as he fucks you with his two fingers. he feels how close you are, how youre gripping him like a damn vice. it was everything he would want and more.

“c’mon, give it to me,” his encouragement has your toes curling, eyes slipping shut as you feel yourself teeter off the edge and falling right into his hands. making a mess all over his fingers and moth, dripping down to his chin. he smiles as he fucks you through your first orgasm, one of many he was going to get from you this evening.

“good girl…” he praises you as he kisses your inner thigh, slowly drawing his fingers from your sloppy cunt, your own eyes locking with his as your chest heaves, cheeks heated and warm from coming. he smiles, licking his lips as he lowers your leg from over his shoulder, letting you stabilize yourself before he cups your head with his left hand and bringing your lips against his — tasting yourself on his tongue

you both moan into each others mouth, your own hands seeking his body, his skin and his warmth. you need to be wrapped up in all things him.

“want to play a little game?” he murmurs against your lips and your body shivers with anticipation, nervousness. what could he possibly he hinting at? you nod against his lips before hes pulling away and taking his fingers that were knuckle deep inside you two seconds ago, slipping them past his lips and cleaning them off. he moans around his own fingers, eyes glinting with lust as he watches you carefully.

“want to see how far you can make it out there before the sun goes down and i catch you?” you look outside, your cunt clenching at the very idea of hiding from him in those woods, him hunting you and seeing where you went. you knew there was no chance of actually getting lost but like you said earlier — you didn’t know any inch of the woods surrounding your cottage.

that didnt matter though.

the only thought you had was bucky finally finding you and taking you up against the trunk of a large tree, bark scratching against your skin as skin slaps on skin and hes groaning in your ear how good you feel wrapped around his —

“ill take that as a yes, babydoll.” he chuckles, seeing you stare far of, but he heard your heart rate pick up at the mention of him catching you.

he knew you better than you knew yourself.

you blushed against, hopefully that he couldn’t tell but he did. he always did.

“i’ll give you a running start of one minute, then.” he leans to murmur in your ear, his lips attaching to your neck and sucking the most sensitive part of your neck, making your knees buckle. he sucked a mark into your precious skin, running his tongue over the mark before pulling away and cupping your chin with his metal hand to make you look up at him.

“starting…now,” he smiles as he lets go of your chin and instantly, you stood up straighter and senses dialed to eleven. you turn on your heel, trying to muster up the strength again after coming on his fingers as he tapped your butt on your way out of the cottage.

he stood up straighter with you as he watched you leave through the front door, and past the open windows. the window billowing your skirt around you with your hair whipping around you, the sun gleaming onto you. “beautiful girl,” he says to himself, smiling as he toes off his boots and socks, matching your barefoot trek into the woods. he wanted to feel the grass against his own skin, the warmth the soil brings when the sun kisses it long enough during the day.

he wanted to feel more connected to you before finding you.

you felt the warmth whip around you as your toes sunk into the warm earth, the clovers tickling your ankles as the breezed back and forth in the wind. the wildflowers growing towards the direction of the sun’s beams, wanting to be kissed by her.

you looked back towards the cottage, seeing bucky’s shadow move through the cottage in the front room. you wondered what he was doing before you remembered he gave you a count down.

quite honestly, he wasn’t keep in track if a minute had passed or not. he just watched you leave through the line of the dense trees, your hand running against the rough bark as the sun hides behind the green foliage birthed by the long and populated trees surrounding you.

you take in a deep breath, hearing a soft babbling of a brook to your left and the leaves rubbing against each other above you. the soft grass between your toes helped you ground you, even if you had no idea where you were going.

as you trailed on, your heart hammered in your chest at the thought of bucky being right behind you, ready to bend you over the nearest tree and take you from behind. your blood pulsed at the thought, not even realizing that he could hear your heart beating hammering in your chest, that he could smell your cunt with each thought of him thrusting inside of you, owning you like you needed.

you figured that at least ten minutes had gone by and you hadn’t even heard the sharp snapping of a branch under the weight of a step nor the rustling of leaves. it made you shiver, knowing the sun was going down at this point and a bit of fear pulsed through your body. you knew you were safe, but knowing bucky was out there, watching you as it got darker ignited something in you.

he could pick up on your body changes, and it only made him throb inside his pants. he had an idea where you were in a general area — but you were so light on your feet that e couldn’t pinpoint an exact location of you. it frustrated him, knowing it would take a bit longer to find and claim you.

he palmed himself gently, letting out a soft groan at the thought of being able to find you and take you on the forrest floor. he sucked in a breath as he stopped, hearing some leaves rustled from at least five feet away from him. he crouched, hand stuck on his bulge as he peered through some bushes to find you kneels at a river, hands cupping into the water unknowing that he was perving at you through some bushes.

he throbbed as he watched you tip your head back to drink the water from your cupped hands, watching the water dribble down your neck and bloom across the blue fabric of your sundress. silently, he unzipped his pants, pulling himself out through his boxers and wrapping a hand around his shaft, hissing softly. you were oblivious to anything around you and it only made him harder at the thought you were so vulnerable.

he smeared his pre-cum around the tip of his cock as he watched you run the water over your skin, cooling yourself down. your sundress drinking in the liquid and sticking closer to your skin, your nipples pebbled through the fabric. he couldn’t get his eyes off of you, tightening his grip as he starts to jerk himself off to the mere innocent sight of you like this. he wanted to save it, save it so he could fill your cunt up full of him, but he knew the second he found you again and got his hands on you, he would be able to do just that.

as he feels his short and quick orgasm approach, he sees your ears perk up as you look around, licking your lips and eyes glazing over the same bush that he is in. cum splatters on the leaves below, cock throbbing and aching in his hand as he stays there crouched. your nerves are on end feeling watched but you couldn’t tell for sure what it was.

minding your own, you stood up on your own feet, looking around again before dashing off across the river and into the forrest.

bucky lets out groan as he lets go of his cock, shoving himself back into his pants and standing up, wiping his hands off. he needed you now, he couldn’t keep the thoughts of taking you at bay. he needed to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his hand, needed to hear you whine and beg for him to breed you like a slut in the middle of the woods.

he lets out a low whistle, one that sends a shock wave through your body and right to your clit making you throb. you knew that whistle. that was the one he used specifically in the bedroom when he wanted you to come to him — messy your knees for him while he fucks your throat. you felt a pull in your body as you hear the sharp sound, your cunt begging you to run and find him and submit.

but another part of you wanted him to track you down, to grab you and tell you he was going to ruin you right then and there. you wanted him to be rough with you, wanted him to treat you as such.

as much as you made a mess between your legs with slick coating your thighs at the mere thought of going to him, you continued walking further. you felt your nipples rub against the wet fabric of your shirt, your core tightening with the sensation. you were incredibly turned on by all of this, your senses heightened so much that you could only focus on the end goal of bucky fucking you stupid.

as you continued, you ended up tripping on a loose branch and stumbling against the floor, green clovers softening your fall and your hands catching soft blades of grass. because of your fall, however, you snapped the twig.

which made bucky’s ears perk up to the sound, his body turning in the direction it came from and picked up his speed, taking long strides and barely missing a beat. you whip your head around as you hear him loom over behind you, your heart hammering in your chest and your cunt aching at the mere sight of him.

his eyes were blacked out, lust looming over his facial features, want and need. you couldn’t pinpoint the other emotion that flitted through his gaze, but you knew it was something feral.

as you turn around facing him and scrambling, you start pushing yourself backwards away from him, he smirks as he watches you, knowing he was about to corner the fuck out you, leaving you with no where to go.

“whats wrong little bunny?” he cocks his head slightly to the side, his hand coming to pal himself again as he watches you scramble more away from him. he knew you weren’t scared of him — the opposite in fact. anytime you moved, your dress would bunch up further and further, showing him your exposed and glistening puffy cunt.

his eyes kept trailing between your legs with each step before gazing back to your face. your cheeks were red, from physical exertion and need, feeling embarrassed you were this exposed outside.

“i..i—“ he chuckles as you stop when your back hits the bottom of a large stump, your hands reaching for more clover floor but unfortunately you dont find anything except the rough bark. he comes toe to toe with you, looking down at you as you gaze up at him — your dress bunched to your hips as your knees are drawn up, eyes wide.

as you watch him, he lets out that same low whistle you an away from earlier, but this time you couldn’t help yourself as you sat up, the sundress falling back down to your thighs as you kneel in front of him. his thighs are huge in front of you, his thigh fingers palming his cock through his unzipped pants as his he’d hangs down to watch you, strands of long hair framing his face.

“take me out, baby.” he commands and fuck — you cant help but listen as you fumbled with his boxers, looping your fingers under his waist band and tugging them down enough to free his cock, eyes immediately falling to the tip of his weeping cock. you lick your lips, coming to grab his shaft as if you didnt need any instruction.

and honestly, you didnt. you didnt need him to tell you to open you mouth and take his tip in. he didnt need to tell you to take more of him as you hollowed your cheeks and opened your throat to invit his thick cock further into your mouth.

he didnt have to tell you to cup his balls in your other hand as you started to suck him off like your life depended on it. his moans encouraging you with each bob of your head until he comes to grab the sides of your head to steady you for a second.

“fuck yourself with your fingers, sweetheart.” his voice is low and commanding and while you hated fucking yourself with your fingers because they weren’t like his — you obeyed anyways. two fingers pushed into yourself as your moan became muffled with his cock in your mouth. you were dripping down your own wrist, trying to dig them deeper like his while focusing on how he started to move his hips to the rhythm of your own han.

you steadied yourself with your free hand on his thick thigh, fingered digging into the material as he fucked your throat. he threw his head back with a groan, knowing he was coming close to spilling down your throat but he didnt want to yet. he wanted you to come on your fingers but fuck — he wanted to fill you up.

he holds off his on orgasm as he twitches in your mouth before he pulls out and you whine at the loss. he looks down at you, smiling softly as your eyes are glazed over with tears, spit dribbling down the sides of your lips. you looked debauched as fuck beneath him, needy as your fingers continued working themselves inside of your cunt. you were whining as you looked at him, rocking your hips on your fingers.

he grabs your elbow and instinctively you remove your fingers from your cunt, following him as he pulls you to your feet and turns you around bending you over the cut stump of the large oak tree. the cool wood presses into your skin and wet fabric of your sundress, and you feel bucky lift your sundress up and over your hips. your cunt exposed to the cool air, sun shining thought he foliage as you see it almost setting at the horizon. you have been out here for a while.

his hand presses into your back softly, firmly holding you there as his hips dig into your ass, and you can feel his cock inbetween your thighs, spit and per-cum smearing on your skin.

“daddy..” your voice croaks, being one of the first things you have said in the last almost two hours. he hums in response, kicking your legs open wider to let him fit between you. his left hand holds your hip in place as his right hand comes to rub against the globe of your ass, before letting out a spank.

you moan, your cunt clenching as he spanks you again, gripping your ass after the third spank.

“what is it, bunny? tell daddy..” he spanks you again and you whimper, pushing more against him, wanting to slip the tip of his cock into your cunt. you look back behind you, over your shoulder and he looks at you. eyes hooded as he spreads your ass open with both hands, seeing your pussy lips spread at the same time.

“please.. …your cock..” you can’t really get many words out as his eyes move from your pleading face down to your exposed cunt. his cock bobs against your thigh, before he is taking his right hand and gripping himself, rubbing his tip over your wet hole.

“you want daddy’s cock, angel?” he coo’s, knowing the answer already as he teases your entrance — smearing his pre-cum and your slick together. you nod, trying to press your hips into him so he accidentally slips in, but his left hand kept you anchored. you huffed, biting your lip as you nod again.

“yes, please, i want your cock daddy, please…” you whine, begging underneath him as the tip of his cock pops into your cunt. you moan instantly, a shiver running over your skin at the slight stretch already. you relax a little as he rubs your ass again, watching your every move.

“good girl, saying please for what they want..”he praises you, rewarding you by pushing his cock deeper into you, easily. you moaned a bit louder, resting against the smooth surface of the tree and letting him fully push into you to the hilt. “could stay here forever, you know that? your cunt feels like fuckin’ heaven..” he grunts as he pulls out and pushes back in slowly, keeping the agonizingly slow pace for a little while, letting you adjust to his size. you whine, wanting more but he tsks.

“patience, sweetheart. you’ll get more of daddy,” he bends over the length of you, pressing some of his weight into you to keep you anchored. “i’ll make sure to pump you so deep of my cum you’ll be leaking the entire way back to the house.” his grunts in your ear make you moan softly, clenching his cock a t his words. his fingers dig into your hips in response, signals going to his head that this is exactly what you want.

and he would be damn sure to deliver it to you.

“relax,” he coaxes you and you listen, melting against the wood and focusing on the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace, that same sound of skin slapping on skin rang in your mind, feeling his balls slap against your swollen clit with each thrust. you try to dig your nails in the wood but to no avail, you just gripped on the edge of the stump as best you could, letting him take you as he needed.

“good girl, takin’ my fat cock so fuckin’ well,” he slaps your ass again as you let out a moan of his name, the sting turning to more pleasure. you cant help it, yo need more of him, want more of him. you start pressing your hips against him to meet his thrusts, a soft grunt emitting from him.

“wanna fuck yourself on me, baby?” he muses and you whine, moving against him before he stills. you stop for a second before youre moving slowly against him, wondering if this was a trick.

“go on, you wanted it, didnt you?” he crosses his arms, pushing his hips deep into you making you moan out as you start to fuck yourself on his cock. he watches amused, how well youre taking him and letting him stretch around your cunt, dripping down your legs. you sounded so beautiful, using him like this

“atta girl,” he watches you before he gets tired of not touching you, leaning forward and hooking his large bicep around the front of your throat to put you in a choke hold. in turn — your back arched, your cunt opening up even more for his cock and you swore you could feel him in your guts. it felt like it was the deepest he had ever been. “this is even better, though.” he grunts into your ear and your one hand comes to hold onto his bicep, the palm of your other flattening on the stump.

instantly and without warning, his metal hand comes to the front of your body, trailing up the bodice part of your dress before finding the lace ribbon holding your dress together. he tugs, letting your tits spill before him and he goes to cup one, tweaking the nipple between his fingers.

“you feel so good, baby. so warm and wet wrapped around my cock… makes me wanna put a baby in ya.” he tugs your nipple making you moan in response, your body going pliant in his hold and letting him fuck you like a little doll. he feels your body submit under him, leaving him cooing in your ear.

“thats it, you’d want that, wouldnt you?” his metal fingers strum your clit slowly, his cock driving deep into you, making you moan softly. the sun was kissing the horizon as string lights above turned on from the use of solar power. you knew he had a lightening system in the woods, but because you had never gone in them — you never knew what it was.

twinkling lights reflected off small puddles, making the woods seem smaller and smaller as bucky fucked you over the stump. the two of you alone in the woods, your cunt taking his cock over and over again submitting to him.

“please..” you let out a choked whine, not really sure what you were begging for, just that your cunt was weeping on his dick as he fucked you, the tip of his cock kissing your sweet spot with each deep stroke. your fingers dig into his skin on his bicep, your teeth slightly sinking in as you feel a small but tight coil form in the pit of your stomach. you squeezed him again and this time he knew you were about to make a mess.

“hold it, babydoll.” his lips nipped your ear as his cock throbbed at the feeling of your canines sinking into his bicep. he made sure to keep the muscles just for something like this, having your bite mark engrained in his skin. he loved when you got like this — your touch needy and wild as you wanted more of him. you were already being crushed by half of his body weight, being split open on his cock. what else could you need?

you both knew the answer.

“daddy…” you whined his name, squeezing him again as his fingers continued to strum your clit slowly, teasingly. he wanted to come with you, wanted to reach that point together. he curses under his breath before he makes the split decision to pull out of you, suddenly missing the warmth of your cunt. you whine automatically, your cunt clenching at the loss of his dick, the pressure of his bicep loosening as he pulls away. your brain scrambles for more of him, and you were about to protect before hes turning you around just like he did in the kitchen and hoisting you up and onto the stump, your back against the wood.

he pauses for a second, watching as you lay there with your legs wide open, up on your elbows as you look at him from in between your legs. you look so fucking beautiful for him like this, spread bare just for him and dripping like fucking crazy. his eyes flit to your cunt — watching it pucker at the simple loss of his cock.

he twitched.

he tugs off his shirt, up and over his broad shoulders before lifting your hips up enough to pillow the shirt under them, letting your bum hang enough off over the edge of the tree without the bark digging into your skin.

he touches your spread legs, fingers dancing over your skin as he steps closer to you and in between your legs again, pushing his pants all the way to his ankle. his cock bobs, hitting your pussy with a heavy slap. there is a white ring around the base of his cock that he needed to see form again.

you look at him with a pleading look, your brows knitted together with want and need. you go to open your mouth to start whining, but is abruptly cut off as he pushes the tip of his cock back into you, before pushing to the hilt. he goes to grab your chin with his metal hand, making you look at him while you keep your legs spread wide, hands pressing your thighs apart as best as they can go.

he doesn’t need much room, just enough to lean over to take your lips in a heated kiss as he picks up the same brutal pace he just had in you a mere two seconds ago, swallowing your desperate moans. you feel your tits bounce with each deep and heavy stroke, his right hand finding home between your legs to your puffy clit. he rubs it in quick, tight circles, wanting you to come this time.

“you want it, sweetheart?” you nod, eyes glazed over at your lips depart and you have a dumbed out expression ghost over your features. his cock was splitting you open at this point and you couldn’t focus on anything except how it felt, and how the fuck he was looking at you with right now — eyes wild and mad.

his metal hand finds the back of your neck to keep you stable as his forehead presses against yours. “gonna come so fuckin’ deep in you baby… fuck… gonna have to fuck it back into you to make sure it sticks…” hes grunting nonsense a this point, your eyes slipping down to where your bodies meet and watch as his thick cock slides into you, how with each thrust you can clearly see the bulge in your tummy from him hitting inside you so deep.

he notices the bulge too, cursing under his breaths as he watches his own thrusts with you, his fingers playing your clit like an instrument he has known how to play all his life. he grunts with each stroke and you clench around him, whines and pleads leaving your lips nonsensically, not even sure what youre saying at this point either.

“your so fuckin’ tight..sucking me in…she wants it so bad, doesnt she? wants to be filled and stretched by my fat cock, huh?” he starts to grunt harder with each thrust, a smile ghosting his lips as he watches your body twitch under his touch. you cant help but let your legs fall to the sides, lax. your back arching up and off the wood in his hold as you feel yourself teetering the edge.

“beg.” he says and fuck the words have never left your lips so fucking fast.

“please, daddy please, fuck… i wanna come please, need you to fill me p, please…” youre babbling against his lips, licking them softly as you beg and whine, nipping the bottom lip. he cant hold himself anymore, the touches and the sounds you were making — how good you sounded pleading for him to fill you up…

he lets go of your neck and you fall against the wood softly, back arching as your tits move with each thrust. his fingers playing your clit so well as you slick between your thighs, dripping down your ass and making a mess all over his balls. he feels himself twitch at the feeling of the wet and sticky mess, his metal hand coming to loosely wrap around your throat, fingers pressing into your pulse points. immediately he hears your heart beat pick up, and a smirk falls across your face.

this is exactly what you wanted.

to be held under his arm like this, his fat cock drilling deep inside of your aching cunt, his moans edging you further and further. the hand was the cherry on top.

“dirty fuckin’ girl. come for me.” he locks eyes with you as he tenses up his fingers a bit more around your throat, enough to make your head feel fuzzy as you feel yourself squirt at the simple command of him telling you to cum. he groans at the sight of the squirting mess you were making all over his lower stomach and his cock, that white ring more prominent and slick with your cum.

“there you go, makin’ a mess on daddy’s cock like a good little bunny…” he praises you over and over as he feels his own balls tighten, hot sticky release filing your cunt up to the brim, spilling out and onto the forest floor. he curses, wanting it to stay all in, even if the was semi non realistic.

he takes his right hand from your clit, holding your waist as your body twitched, his thrusts slowly as he fucked you through your high and his own, making sure to keep all his cum inside you for a second. he leans down, releasing his grip around your throat to hold the side of your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t known had formed and fallen. he kisses the same spot he wiped it away, nuzzling his nose against your own.

his cock throbbed inside of you, your own cunt twitching around him. you were absolutely addicted to him, and even if he was still balls deep inside of you, you still wanted more of him. you needed more of him.

“i know, baby,” you dont realize a few more tears have fallen as he holds you, knowing you were dropping in subspace, he kisses your face softly as you come to bring your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.

“you were so good for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your cheek as he lets you hold him for a moment before hes kicking off his own pants and boxers, somewhere along the clovers and the leaves. he will find them later.

he goes to pick you up, keeping you snug and sat on his still hard cock. he knows he’d be leaking out of you, but that just means he can give you more. you hide your face into his neck as you let out a soft moan as you sit vertically on his cock, somehow cunt twitching.

“daddy..” it slips out as your eyes shut close, his hands under your thighs and holding you like that on his cock, ready to carry you home like this. he knew you weren’t far from the cottage at this location, so it would only take max ten minutes to get back home.

dex has that kind of expression on his face that leaves people wondering if they did or said something wrong. whereas he disagrees, complains even, when you start to teach him how to smile softly — appropriately for public outings. how his indifferent facial expressions could be considered rude.

dex isn’t much different being out with you. while you feel your safest, dex is tense and alert. following the sidewalk rule, he is also very particular about holding your hand or having you wrap your arm around his. physical touch is something he learned to like, with you of course. not only for your protection, but also as an existent confirmation that you’re real and you’re with him. and it means to him more than any love confession could ever say.

surprisingly into sentimental things, such as matching coffee mugs or keychains. those would either have to be identical or of two correlating things. ocd meds can do so much, after all.

everything around your shared apartment is neatly arranged, not a spec of dust where it shouldn’t be. dex realised he’s royally fucked when the empty space he called his apartment started to feel wrong without your presence. which, he didn’t invite you to often, not that he had anything to hide, but a couple of spreadsheets of every single thing you mentioned liking in passing, list of movies you once referenced and got slightly upset he had no idea existed, two pictures — one you asked to take because the sunset looked nice, which he sent to himself from your phone while you weren’t looking, second one is a picture of you and your former best friend, who hurt you beyond repair you had to seek therapy, not that you told him a lot about it. he found said picture for science, obviously. we shall not discuss how he found it.

gets off on getting slapped in the face when you argue. it happened once in the heat of the moment, you lost control of yourself and up to his cheek your palm went. realisation came moments later and your attempt to apologise was cut short by dex talking over you, “do it again.” “what?” you uttered in confusion. a sly smile spread on his face, "i've misbehaved. tell me how can i fix this, please?" it wasn't so much about the argument anymore, more so people have always walked out on dex, and now that he has someone as irreplaceable as you, he'd rather you take it out on him, throw your firm fists at him, yell until it rings in his ears, anything but hear you footsteps dissolve into nothing for the last time.

like a needy child he would follow you everywhere around the apartment, scoffing in disbelief if you dare to close the door while you shower. it’s not controlling to have the need to always know where you are. merely a safety precaution. but you weren’t born yesterday and you notice things maybe just as well as he does. how dex somehow always used to end up in a place where you were, whether it was downtown or godforsaken bar in hell’s kitchen. even before you started seeing each other, frankly this description of an early stage of your relationship would cause distress to dex. you were not just “seeing each other” — you were already his, even if you didn’t know it. he’d try so hard to win you over — always say the right thing, open the door for you, memorise the quickest route to your apartment in case you need him, have access to your building’s security cameras…

in a grand scheme of things you liked whatever’s wrong with him.