#((creeps))

your boyfriend jack always had the careful restraint around you. he never did anything that could come close to hurting you

so when you said that you didn’t care it hurt, he didn’t know what to think.

“honey, cmon you don’t really want me to.. wait- you’re serious?” he says with confusion laced into his voice.

“jacky, come on. i wouldn’t be joking about this right now.”

You’re right. He knows you wouldn’t make a sudden joke when you’re bent over and he’s about to slip it in.

He had already taken his time with you. Taking forever and dragging out two orgasms entirely until you were shaking and begging. Twice. He ate you out twice. Hadent properly fucked you a single time yet.

“you’re positive?” You nod your head yes before he can even conclude his sentence. He doesn’t need to hear another word. he’s already slamming his hips into yours without a second thought. His hands graze your back and push you down, and hard too.

His tip nearly kisses the inside of your stomach. Your moans and cries of his name fall from your lips and tears prick the corners of your eyes.

“You asked for this, slut. this is what you wanted right?” He says while slowing himself to an agonizing pace.

You can’t form a sentence from the sensory drop. He really went from everything all at once to almost nothing at all.

“J-jacky-“ You whimper his name, but it comes out pathetic. Weak.

“That’s not what i asked you. i didn’t ask you to say my name.” He whispers to you. Not softly. He’s rough. His voice is like sandpaper, and you are silk.

“Please please keep going Jack— this is what i wanted- please!” You’ve given in. You told him, and just like that, his hips snap foreword into yours again without a moment to loose. His name spills from your mouth again and again. He knows exactly where inside to hit, and god does he fuck hard. You’re afraid you could bleed, but you couldn’t care less anyway cause he feels so good.

You can’t speak anymore. Only broken whines and whimpers come out of your throat.

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum for me bent over like this? you’re such a slut— and just for me too.” Jack knows exactly what to say to you. he always does. He’s right. You really are acting like a slut. You’re literally bent over the arm of the couch. Your feet are slightly off the floor, and the floorboards are creaking under jack like they’re ready in sync with your pleas.

That familiar white hot feeling builds in your gut.

“Jack-Please let me-“

you tighten around him and he groans. Not loud, but enough for it to make you shiver.

“Sweetie- Can I?” He’s asking. He can’t stay too rough for too long. you know it.

“Go ahead“ you almost whisper to him. He immediately pulls out. You’re confused until he spins you around and lays you down on the couch. He gets on top a little too eagerly and pushes back in. A unfamiliar shape touches the rim of your pussy, and next you know he’s pushing his knot all the way in. Your arms fly to be wrapped around him.

“Jack.. fuck!” You’re bursting on him at the same time. white liquid spurts out from inside you and around his cock.

“Oh god honey..” He’s cumming inside you, white ropes of thick white liquid spill deep into your gummy walls. You scratch at his back as it happens. You’re breathing heavily.

He leans up and kisses you. Even though he can’t see you, he just knows with every bone in his body that you look beautiful right now. Fucked out from head to toe.