whorish writing

Bzz, Bzz, Bzz

Blinking lightly, you turn over to look at your phone, phone buzzing as a call comes in from an unknown number. You turn your head slightly, eyes flicking over your partner as they stretch out and flex their back muscles, rolling away from the noise.

You sigh, picking up your phone and answering the call, voice rough with sleep as you acknowledge whoever may be on the other end. "Hello?" you sound gruff, sleep lacing every inch of your vocal chords.

"Happy Valentine's day!"

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding. There's no way this ass hat decided to call you on Valentine's day when your very over protective partner slept next to you. "Why in the fuck are you calling me?" your tone is annoyed, straight to the point.

"I can't stand it, seeing you walk around with that fucking freak. He has pretend blood dripping from his head for God sake!" Ah, right, he wasn't a big fan of Mary.

You sigh into the phone, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Okay well I've been doing more than walking around with that freak, so," you look blankly at the ceiling, waiting for whatever stupid remark this moron had.

A disgusted grunt comes from the other end of the line, your ex visibly uncomfortable. "I just don't get it, is his dick bigger or something?" that gets a scoff out of you. Your ex wasn't the biggest, just below average, and also couldn't find the clit for the life of him.

Mary was both longer and thicker, and found your clit in seconds when you two first hooked up. To say Mary has ripped some intense orgasm's out of you was an understatement.

"Asking about my partner's cock size on Valentine's day is a diabolical question, you know that right?" you feel Mary move, propping themselves up on their elbows and looking over at you with dark eyes.

You mute yourself on call, looking over to them. "Sorry, dipshit ex decided today was the perfect day to call me!" you said sarcastically, going to hit unmute. Your ex was rambling on about how it was "just a question" and "God forbid I want to know how he's better than me" when you felt Mary shuffle next to you again.

You look over at them, raising an eyebrow as the throw the blanket off of you both. When you look down, both eyebrows shoot up in surprise to see Mary's already half hard cock leaking some pre-cum. They force themselves between your thighs, throwing your legs over their shoulders.

You immediately go to tell your ex that you need to leave, before Mary growls and slaps the inside of your thigh. You mute again, giving Mary a baffled glare as they situate themselves in between your thighs.

"If you hang up on him at all, I'm gonna leave you edged for the next week," their voice was gruff, venom dripping from their words. You slowly and cautiously unmuted, now putting the call on speaker.

"I mean he's gotta be fucking weird! His lyrics are fucking insane, and you willingly sleep with him?"

"As if you haven't said weird shit before," your comeback is quick and sassy, your tone bitter. Mary's lifted the bottom of your nightgown up, kissing your pussy through your panties. You stifle a moan, their tongue catching on your clit through the cloth.

They give you a smirk, pressing their tongue firmly against your clit and circling it with the tip.

"Whatever, I doubt he can make you cum like I used to," you have to hold back a cackle at that. Your ex would solely focus on his pleasure, and in the 5 months you dated made you cum exactly 0 times.

Before you can retort, Mary quickly detaches from your pussy, sliding your panties to the side and making direct contact with your clit. You gasp, shuddering as they suck and prod at your clit with their tongue.

"Woah you okay?" your ex asks, voice piqued in curiosity at the sound. You tremble, Mary starting to rut their hips against the mattress. "Y-yeah, just hit my... hand?" your voice is incredibly shaky, Mary now thrusting two long fingers inside of you.

"Oh... Okay..." you hear your ex re-adjust over the phone, the shuffling coming through clearly. You feel Mary completely withdraw, and a whimper almost leaves your mouth.

Mary comes towards you, lining their cock up with your hole before quickly sliding in and punching a loud moan out of you. Your eyes widen and you go to end the call, but Mary grabs your wrist and gives you a wild smile.

"Holy fuck y/n, are you getting off on this?" your ex asks, and you can hear more shuffling on the line. Mary grabs your phone and leans back, holding the phone in one hand and one of your thighs around their hips.

"You fucking wish, she's gettin' nice and full of cock right now by yours truly," Mary answers while they continue to slam into you, cock now hitting your cervix and you moan again.

"Goore! You fucking bastard," it sounds like your ex is speaking through clenched teeth now, the shuffling a bit louder.

"Call me a bastard all you want but I can hear you fist fucking your cock to this, to the sounds of me fucking my girlfriend," Mary growls out, using their other hand to rub your clit.

The line is silent for a second, but then a groan is heard. Mary cackles, throwing their head back. "I fucking knew it, you're getting off to the fact the girl you still love is full of another man's cock," Mary puts your phone on the side table, leaning into your neck and biting down.

You moan loudly, neck in sharp agonizing pain as Mary's canines dig into your jugular. They suck violently, an angry red and purple mark appearing in its place.

It's all too much, Mary biting into you and marking you, their thumb circling your clit, you're so fucking close.

"Oh I can feel you clenching sweetheart, cum on my cock, let that useless fucking ex of yours hear how good I make this pussy feel," Mary's wildly rambling now, begging you to cum around them.

Their encouragement is all you need to let go, the band in your stomach snapping as you finish around them, clenching wildly on their cock.

"Oh fuuuuuck baby, m' gonna cum inside of you, stuff this pussy nice n' full with my cum," you feel it, the warmth flooding into you as you continue to milk Mary for all they have.

As you both come down from your highs, Mary grabs your phone.

"That was the first and last time you get to hear her cum. By the way, you just got cucked you fucking moron," they hit the "end call" button and slide your phone onto the nightstand.

They slowly pull out of you before laying next to you and shoving their fingers inside your cunt, fucking their cum back inside of you. You whine, oversensitive from your orgasm.

Midas has been fucking your poor little cunt for the past, god had it been an hour already? His cock head was spearing into your cervix, the pain being masked by the pleasure of him dragging along your g-spot.

Your arms were so fucking sore, hands tied behind your back as midas was quite literally pounding into you. Your face was smashed against the pillow, tears and drool staining it.

"Such a nice little fuck toy, god the Agency was so good for transferring you to this location," cold, gold coated hands roughly dig into your hips as Midas continues to sloppily fuck your cunt.

You hear Midas chuckle, before he takes your knees and lays you flat on your stomach, and then proceeds to mount you, guiding his already slick cock straight back into your hole.

He's somehow now instead grinding continuously against your g-spot, his balls slapping against your slick clit and providing a delicious yet almost not enough amount of stimulation on the sweet little bundle of nerves.

Midas' hands now grab the fat of your ass, pulling them apart so he can see how his cock keeps filling you over and over again. You're practically deranged with how well he's filling you, his cock hitting every single angle just right, and with the new position his cock is kissing your cervix now, not spearing into it.

Some sex addled part of your brain is a little sad about it, if you were still in your previous position, his cum would flow directly into your womb, making you oh so nice and full of your bosses seed and maybe even getting you knocked up.

The reasonable part of your brain pushes that out, however. You're deliriously crying, the pleasure becoming almost too much while he's still wildly rutting into you.

A somewhat depraved chuckle leaves Midas, and he's now fucking you even faster and harder, and you glance back at him to see a wild smirk on his face as he ruts into you.

He leans over, just hovering above your ear. "Oh I'm gonna fill this sweet cunt up, wouldn't that make you so happy? So swollen with my kids, everyone will know your pussy belongs to me, they'll know how good your boss breeds you, keep fucking this tight hole until you can't take it anymore. Maybe I'll use you as my little housewife, god think of cute you'd look in a little apron with nothing under," he's rambling now, thrusts becoming so sloppy and fast you're becoming out of breath from the sheer force he's using.

"F-fuck Midas..." you're so desperately trying to whimper out a protest, god he's your boss for fucks sake, you can't let him of all people knock you up! "Midas... pull out, can't cum insi-"

You're quickly cut off by him biting into your neck harshly and rutting into your wet heat, loud pounding of his pelvis hitting your ass blocking out any protests.

"Oh you stupid bitch, you think you get a say? This pussy of yours is mine, and I decide where I cum, and it just so happens I wanna fill this pussy up day and night, make you such a good little cum hole for me,"

You gasp, feeling his thrusts speed up as he maneuvers a hand underneath you both, his fingers furiously rubbing at your clit.

"When I cum inside of you, you're gonna cum with me, let me feel your cunt milk my cock and beg to be bred like the little slut you are for me,"

Those words shouldn't turn you ok, you should be disgusted, mortified even, but the white hot flash of your orgasm proves you couldn't care less. You hear a loud groan behind you before the sticky substance of Midas' cum is filling you to the brim, the tip of his cock pressed right into your cervix and shooting his seed directly into your womb.

As you both come down from your highs, Midas lays on top of you and gives you a sweet peck to the side of your face.

"You okay? That was pretty intense," he asks, checking in on you. You deliriously smile up at him, giggling a bit.