slut4thebroken

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23, she/her, virgo, adhd, orange cat owner. That about sums me up lol

What you can expect to see on my page:

Kinks | cnc, dub con, innocence/corruption kink, breeding, gun play, knife play, breath play, humiliation/degradation, praise, dom/sub, face fucking, bondage, rough sex, fear play, pain play, (I’ll add more as I think of them lol)

Other | f!reader, mostly smut, sometimes fluff and angst

What you WON’T see:

Kinks | scat, vomit, birth, pregnancy (I will write pregnancy fantasy but not someone being actually pregnant), race play, fat shaming

The plan was foolproof really… Drug you, get all his nerves out without the risk of judgment from you, maybe even learn your body a little while he was at it… Then he’d be ready for his real first time with you. Good thing too, because he came only seconds after pushing inside you. 

It took him several minutes to actually force his cock inside. Even after eating you out and trying to work you open on his fingers, you were still so fucking tight. He finally managed to force it in and his grip on your hips turned bruising, strong fingers digging into pliant flesh hard enough to leave indents— maybe even bruises. He choked on a moan, his hips stuttering as he closed his eyes. When he finally bottomed out, he released a shuddering breath, feeling his balls draw up tightly. 

Then he came… It was sudden and almost violent, but fuck- it felt amazing filling you up. You made a soft sound, but remained asleep. 

“Oh, I know, honey… Feels good, doesn’t it?” He cooed, smiling down at you. Of course you’d love the feeling of his come inside you. 

Once he recovered enough from his orgasm, he pushed through the overstimulation and began thrusting slowly. You whimpered, your face scrunching up a little bit in pain. 

“Shh… I know, baby, it’s okay.” He murmured soothingly. Poor girl… You probably weren’t used to the stretch. God- the thought of that made his head spin. 

He reached a hand between the two of you and started rubbing your clit with firm circles, hoping to ease your discomfort a little more. Even though his cock throbbed with each pained whine you released, it rivaled his overwhelming, consuming need to protect you from any harm. 

He studied your reactions carefully, finding and memorizing the angle that made your sounds of pain turn into soft whimpers of pleasure. This was good— he’d already know exactly how to make you fall apart on his cock when the two of you finally fucked for real. 

“Such a good girl… I wish I could make you come, but I’ll save that for our real first time, hm? Give you two to make up for it.” He said teasingly, smiling down at you. God- you looked fucking beautiful. You were practically glowing. 

The squelch of his come with each thrust was utterly obscene and he was sure you would’ve been blushing by now. He could already imagine it— the way you’d whine and try to hide your face out of embarrassment, but he wouldn’t let you. 

Your breasts were moving beneath your loose camisole with each thrust and he finally had to push the fabric up to expose them. Your nipples pebbled under the cool air and he groaned low in his throat at the sight of them moving in time with his thrusts. 

His balls were already tightening up again, eager to fill you up for the second time, but he tried to hold off a little longer. He reached up to squeeze and grope your tits, watching carefully for a reaction. When he moved his attention to your nipples and started rolling them between his fingers, you whimpered and he smirked triumphantly. He continued twisting and tugging on them, watching you try to writhe as pretty little whimpers escaped your lips. 

“Atta girl… Feels good, doesn’t it?” He could feel your pussy fluttering around his cock, as if urging him to come again… Eventually, he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

He slammed in with a low groan, making you whimper in discomfort. He was so deep, he could see the slight bulge of your belly where his cock pushed against your insides. Ropes of come shot out, painting your walls with obscene stripes. Would you let him come inside when you were conscious? Maybe beg him for it? Or maybe you’d beg him to pull out… to not get you pregnant. 

“Fuck-” he choked out, another wave of come shooting out of his cock. His balls pulsed in time with it, the heavy weight of them starting to lessen. 

When his orgasm faded, he just stayed there for a moment and caught his breath. You looked like an angel underneath him— hair sprawled out, skin flushed and glowing, lips slightly parted, and eyes closed… like something he could worship time and time again. 

He pulled out ever so slowly, wincing at how sensitive he was and blushing at the obscene squelching sounds that accompanied the movement. When the tip finally popped free, a dribble of come oozed out of your ruined hole, leaking down to your ass. He couldn’t help himself when he gently pried open your puffy folds, aching for a better look of your poor pussy after taking him so well. It was twitching pathetically, leaking a stream of come that seemed never ending. 

A couple photos couldn’t hurt… He grabbed his phone and used his thumb and index finger on his other hand to spread you open again, getting a couple pictures of your swollen, gaping cunt. Then he took a few more pictures of your chest and face, smiling to himself again at how pretty you looked like this. 

Once he cleaned you up and fixed your clothes, he crawled into bed next to you, pulling you close. He breathed in your sweet scent and smiled again, nuzzling his face into your neck. You let out a soft, barely audible sound and he chuckled softly, but pulled you even closer.  

“You know,” he struggled to get the words out through the kiss, neither of you willing to pull back, “we really should stop this…” 

You hummed against his lips in agreement, bringing your hands up to his hair and tugging, forcing a groan out of him. 

“Mhm… Daddy and Lemon would kill you if they found out.” You couldn’t help it when you smiled into the kiss and Wade finally pulled back, looking down at you with a knowing grin. 

“Don’t sound too happy about that, darlin’.” He said sarcastically. 

“It’s just so dangerous…” You whispered, draping your arms over his shoulders and pushing your body into his. “Makes me real needy, Wade…” You bit your lip and looked up at him through your lashes, watching his eyes darken. 

“Does it now?” He mumbled teasingly, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes. You nodded and pressed yourself more firmly against his front, wrapping your arms tighter around him. 

“Help me…” You whined impatiently. Your search for friction was useless, especially when Wade tightened his grip on your hips, not letting you squirm. 

“Thought I taught you some manners?” His lips curled up into a smirk and you rolled your eyes, not in the mood for more “training” right now. In response, Wade landed a sharp smack on your ass, making you yelp. “Say please and you know I’ll give it to you, baby.”

“Please.” You huffed, starting to pout. 

Wade grinned and snaked his hands around to your ass, groping over your skirt greedily and pulling you into him as he resumed the kiss. You let out a muffled moan against his lips that turned into an utterly wanton mewl when he forced a leg between your thighs, pressing right up on your core. 

Eventually, his lips left yours, trailing along your jaw before finding their way to your neck while you struggled to catch your breath. His kisses always left you dizzy and full of butterflies.

“W-Will you do that thing you did last week? With your mouth?” You asked breathlessly. He chuckled against your neck and you shivered in response, grinding harder against his thigh. 

“Mm…” he groaned, smirking against your neck as he continued kissing you there, “you mean… that thing I did with my mouth on your,”

“Yes!” You squeaked, cutting him off. “Yes— that thing.” 

Wade laughed loudly, always so amused by how embarrassed you could get when he talked all crude-like to you. As if you wouldn’t be creaming all over his cock and crying out his name in a few minutes…

“I’m sure that can be arranged… If you beg nice and pretty for me the way I like.” The drawled, finally pulling back to look at you. You huffed loudly, but refrained from rolling your eyes, not wanting another spank. 

“Will you please do it?” You tried, watching his smirk get even wider. “Pretty please?” He suddenly grabbed you and lifted you up, then threw you onto his bed. You landed with a bounce and a startled yelp that was almost a laugh. “Wade!” 

He didn’t waste any time though. While he roughly tugged your skirt and panties down your legs, you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your bra on for now. He took your shoes off next, then crawled between your legs and dropped down on the mattress, using his hands to push your thighs apart even wider. 

“I’ve been dreamin’ about her ever since last week.” He groaned, leaning closer and inhaling deeply, letting his eyes roll back in his head. 

“Shut up… Just do it already.” You whined, turning your head away as you blushed furiously. He was always so vulgar…

“Alright, alright.” He muttered. “Quit fussin’.” 

“I am not-” your words cut off with a choked gasp when he suddenly dragged his tongue up your folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. It felt better than you remembered… 

His tongue worked over your slit relentlessly, lapping up your arousal from your entrance before moving up to your clit, flicking over it teasingly. It was enough to make you moan embarrassingly loud as your hands flew down to his hair, tugging him closer. 

Wade groaned against your clit as he sucked it into his mouth repeatedly, looking up at you through his lashes and watching all of your reactions closely. If his mouth wasn’t currently occupied, you knew he’d be smirking.

The shrill ringing of your phone made both of you freeze, and you whined loudly when he pulled back, licking his lips. 

“You need to get that?” 

“No.” You said quickly. Then you faltered, wincing slightly. “Maybe…” You said tentatively, making him sigh. “It could be Lemon.”

“I’m sure Lemon can wait.” He grumbled. When you gave him a knowing look, he groaned loudly and got up from the bed, mumbling curses to himself as he retrieved your phone from your purse. You quickly answered the call as he laid back down, resting his cheek on your thigh and staring longingly at your sex. 

“Hi, Lemon…” 

“Where are you?” She hissed. You rolled your eyes and held back a groan. 

“I just… went for a walk.” When Wade’s hand started snaking up your thigh, you slapped it away, making him smirk, clearly getting an idea. 

“For two hours? You’re supposed to be here in five minutes for dinner!” 

Your face scrunched up in a wince when you suddenly remembered the plans you had tonight. When hot, wet heat suddenly surrounded your clit, you gasped sharply. 

“Exactly! How could you forget this?” Lemon chided over the phone. 

You bit down hard on your lip and tried pushing his head away, but he wouldn’t budge. 

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’ll be r-right there, okay?” You choked out, needing to move your hand up from Wade’s head to cover your mouth. 

“You better be or I will find a way to make daddy ground you— I don’t care if you’re almost 20,” 

“Okay- I gotta go I’ll call you soon bye!” You rushed out, hearing her start to say something as you hung up and then tossed your phone on the bed. 

“Wade Kinsella, are you out of your mind?” You hissed. It would have sounded a lot more threatening if you weren't breathless and struggling to get the words out…

He just moaned against you and hooked his arms under your legs, pulling you down onto his face as he continued devouring you. A broken moan fell from your lips as your back arched off the bed, your hands flying back down to his hair, tugging him closer before you could help yourself. 

You wanted to be mad at him— to chastise him even more until he reluctantly muttered an apology… but the danger and sheer depravity of what just happened had left you closer to the edge than you realized. 

“Gosh, I- I’m gonna…” you whimpered, thighs closing around his head. Wade groaned in approval, sucking on your clit with even more fervor. 

You fell over the edge with a keening whine, eyes rolling back in your head and toes curling as waves of pleasure rolled through you. His face was squished so hard against your sex that he could barely move, but he just continued sucking your clit into his mouth with rhythmic pulses, letting you ride it out.  

By the time the pleasure faded you were flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat, panting heavily, and completely boneless on the bed. Wade was just as breathless when he finally pulled away, his lips and chin slick with your arousal as he smirked. 

“Goddamn.” He breathed, making you laugh tiredly, draping an arm over your face to hide your blushing cheeks. 

“Yeah.” You mumbled. Wade kissed his way up your belly and over your bra, making his way to your neck before finally landing at your lips and kissing you until you felt lightheaded. 

“Love it when you come so hard for me like that…” He groaned obscenely. “God- you always sound so hot.”

“Wade!” You covered your face with your hands, trying not to whine in embarrassment knowing it would only encourage him. When he laughed, you knew that was his plan from the start. 

“What I love even more…” he lowered his voice and reached down to start unbuckling his belt, “is how damn wet you get.”

“Actually…” you finally pulled your hands away from your face, barely able to look at him, “I- I gotta go… I’m already late.” 

“No,” he said dumbly, hands pausing on his belt as he processed your words. “No— baby, come on. Just real quick, I swear.” 

As if on cue, your phone started ringing again and Wade closed his eyes, letting out a restrained breath through his nose. 

“I’m sorry! I can try sneaking out tonight to come here and make it up to you?” 

“I’m working tonight.” He groaned, flopping down on top of you, lazily kissing your neck. “I’ve been lasting longer to impress you, but I swear— most of the time I can finish in under five minutes if I try.” He begged desperately, the confession almost making you laugh. 

“And then what? My panties are already gonna be so messy just from myself and I won’t even have time to change.” You whined petulantly. 

At first, he snorted a laugh at your use of the word “panties” but then the rest of your words finally registered and he let out a tortured groan once again. 

“Fuck- don’t say stuff like that while my dick is so damn hard.” He grumbled, grinding his hips down against you, making you gasp, but reluctantly push him back. You didn’t actually move him, but it was enough to get your point across. 

“Wade, I promise I’ll make it up to you… but I won’t be able to do that if Lemon kills me because I don’t show.”

Finally, he groaned loudly to show his displeasure and flopped onto his back beside you, laying motionless while you scrambled to find your skirt and panties from the floor. You grimaced a little when the fabric pressed against your messy sex, already feeling the fabric get sticky and wet. 

“What time is your shift over?” 

“Ten.” He grumbled, still not moving. 

“Wanna meet me outside my window and then go on a drive?” You sat on the edge of the bed to start putting your shoes on. “…Somewhere with no phone service?” You added coyly, looking at him over your shoulder with a small smirk. He squinted an eye open to look at you, still skeptical. 

“You really wanna make it up to me?” 

Once your shoes were on, you crawled over him on the bed and gave him a quick kiss. 

“More than anything.” You purred, giving him that too-sweet smile that always drove him crazy. 

“Fine.” He huffed. “I’ll pick you up tonight, if… you leave your “panties” here.” 

You paused, feeling taken aback, and a self satisfied smirk made its way on his face at your reaction. 

“You’re kidding.” 

“Nope.” He grinned, putting his hands behind his head and relaxing back into the mattress even more. 

“Wade, I told you I won’t have time to change.” 

“Sweetheart,” he whispered mockingly, still smirking, “that’s the whole point.” 

You opened your mouth, but couldn’t get any words out as you blushed furiously at just the thought of what he was asking. Sit through dinner with your entire family and other important people… without wearing any underwear… and while you were still slick from your previous orgasm. 

You pouted, getting ready to whine, but the phone cut you off again. 

“Well?” He said smugly. You whined loudly, but got off the bed and slid your panties down your legs, then threw them at his face as hard as you could— all but throwing a tantrum. 

“You’re impossible, you know that?” 

Wade smirked and picked them up from where they landed on his chest, holding them against his face as he inhaled deeply, letting out a groan that made you squeeze your thighs together… 

“So I’ve been told.” He mumbled teasingly. With his other hand, he popped open the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. “Better run along, sweetie, cause we both know you won’t end up leavin’ if you get a peek.” 

“And you’re a perv!” You yelled brattishly, covering your eyes as he pushed his jeans down just enough. When he let out a low moan, you turned around and stomped toward the door, dramatically covering your ears. 

“Be outside at 10:15.” He called out after you, a dumb smile on his face. 

- Dex makes you breakfast every morning. If you’re still sleeping, he’ll wait as long as he can before waking you up with kisses and giving you breakfast in bed. But if you’re up early, you always eat with him… and you may or may not take extra long to finish your food so that you can have an excuse to watch him do his morning stretches and workout… How are you supposed to help yourself when his ass looks so fucking good in those sweatpants?

- His tidiness actually significantly improved the amount of accidents you had at home after the two of you moved in together. You no longer tripped on any shoes or piles of clothes because if you happened to forget to put them away, Dex usually did it (which you felt bad about, but he said he didn’t mind— especially since it meant you were walking around with less bruises now).

- What Dex did have to adjust to though was your (in his opinion) “god awful decor.” Pink everywhere, lace curtains, a pile of stuffed animals, beads in the doorway (he doesn’t get that one, but he let you keep it because you pouted about it), and even fluffy, pink bedding with ruffles and far too many pillows. Compared to his almost sterile living space from before, it took him a while to get used to this…

- Living with his first real girlfriend— and one who prioritizes her looks so much, at that— made him realize the sheer amount of time you spend only on making yourself pretty. Your showers are always at least 10 minutes long (closer to 45 if it’s an “everything shower”). At night, you spend a bunch of time putting different products on your face and body. Then you wrap your hair around something that makes it curly in the morning— he has no idea what it is or how it works, but you look adorably ridiculous when you wear it.

- The silk sleep sets you wore to bed had the exact same affect on him as your day clothes. As in, he loved how they looked on you and was fighting back a boner basically 24/7. Sometimes they were more form fitting, but most of the time they were loose and flowy… perfect for easy access when the two of you were cuddling in bed… which he never failed to take advantage of.

- Dex has a pretty consistent routine so you know that every Sunday, or after he returns home from some kind of “mission”, he cleans his weapons. You caught him doing it by accident one day, but you were mesmerized by the careful precision and steady confidence of his hands. So now you always sit down at the table with him and just watch as he methodically takes apart each gun, cleans it, then puts it back together before moving on to the next one. It’s relaxing for both of you.

- Every time you get all dolled up to go clubbing with your friends, Dex watches you put on your makeup and do your hair, making semi-distracted conversation with you because he thinks you just look so petty. Then you always ask for his help picking an outfit and he has to fight back a boner the entire time. He can never keep his hands to himself when you finally decide on a tiny little skirt and some kind of top with a plunge neckline… Which always makes you late to meet your friends, but he doesn’t really care.

- He always drives you and drops you off when you meet your friends, but he doesn’t go home. He follows you the entire night, watching your every move, making sure you’re safe… among other things. It’s not like he doesn’t trust you… He just likes the reminder when he sees you shove a guy who starts getting a little handsy. Plus, you usually end up calling and asking him to pick you up anyway, so he likes being nearby for that.