#berttalks

barkovitch who tells you that it’s okay, and that he just wants to tie your hands to the bed

barkovitch who says “well, since your hands are already tied up, i’ll just do your feet too”

barkovitch who promises to go slow, but when he enters you he can’t hold back

barkovitch who starts crying while fucking you, saying, “you feel too fuckin’ good, i can’t stop!”

barkovitch who kisses your chest up and down, swearing your the best thing that ever happened to him

barkovitch who gets too in the moment and bites down on your shoulder and makes you bleed, rubbing his tongue over his own teeth marks

barkovitch who begs to leave hickies on you, promising to leave them places no one can see

barkovitch who, when you agree, leaves a massive hickey on you neck

barkovitch who apologizes and says he just needs everyone to know that you’re his

barkovitch who is starting to get close and begs to cum inside you

barkovitch who cums inside you and sobs because it feels so good, and he’s never been this close with another person

barkovitch who unties you and begs to cuddle because he needs someone to tell him he’s loved

barkovitch who promptly leaves one minute later, because apparently it’s ‘weird’ to do that on a first date

collie parker is so gentle with you, until he isn’t. he handles your hips like glass, maneuvering them into whatever position he wants. he presses gentle kisses into your tears when you take him, because he really is that big. when you finally feel like you’re cumming, he holds you in his strong arms and lets you finish.

the day you asked him to be rough with you, he almost broke you.

you knew he was strong, very strong. you saw the way his biceps curled when lifting weights, and you saw him punch other people’s lights out before. and he was definitely hesitant.

“why don’t we just start with like…choking or something?”

he suggested. you nodded, quickly forming a plan in your head about how to go about this.

your hookup was astoundingly normal at first. he warmed you up with his fingers, making sure you were ready to take him properly. even after the prep, sometimes it still hurt. he entered you with a soft groan, beginning his hip thrusting off slow. he slowly put his hand around your throat too loosely.

“collie-tighter-“

you moaned out, eyes closed tight. he nodded, squeezing your throat a little more. you could still breathe and talk, just a little more uncomfortably.

“use me, collie- make me yours-“

and it was those words he finally understood.

his hand got tighter around your neck, giving you the sweet thrill you craved. his thrusts became harder and deeper, stretching you like you never were before. his bed creaked, slamming into the wall. he didn’t care. he had his eyes on the prize right now. he noticed you getting tighter around him, groaning at the lovely sensation.

“this what you want? you wanna get used like a toy?”

he asked, breathing semi-steadily as he focused his gaze on your chest. he looked like he was thinking of something. you nodded as best you could, trying not to cum too quickly. you didn’t want this to be over yet.

“yeah, i’ll make you my toy. mine to use whenever i want. i could even break you if i wanted to.”

he let go of your throat, his hand quickly flying to your cheek, slapping it lightly before putting fingers in your mouth. you licked and sucked on his digits, indulging your oral fixation for a little bit. he encouraged you to, muttering how good you were at taking him, and how he wanted to do this to you for ages. your moaning and whimpering became impossibly loud, desperate to cum as he slammed himself into you. you grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your fingernails into them, sobbing about how good he felt.

“that’s it baby, scratch me if you have to. i wanna see how good i make you feel.”

your fingers dragged down his back, earning a jittery moan from him. he grabbed the headboard behind him with one hand, holding your hip with the other. his necklace dangled in front of your eyes, bouncing with each thrust, hypnotizing you as you came on his dick.

“i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum so fucking hard right now-“

his voice sounded strained as he pulled out of you, bucking his hips onto your stomach and getting thick ropes of cum all over your tummy, some even on your chest. he sounded like he was gasping for air, like he was the one being choked. his head looked down, his long black hair covering his face.

“you okay?”

you asked gently.

“yeah…yeah i’m definitely okay.”

warnings - smut! barkovitch being a little creepy, drinking, mentions of drugs, you are in a frat house, humiliation, bimbo reader, reader being slutty, reader having revenge sex

🌷 dumb bunny 🌷

you knew that wearing this kind of costume would get you were.

you walked into the sigma chi frat house, on halloween night, playboy bunny ears in hand. you checked in with the door boy, putting on the final touches of your costume and heading in the party.

you just broke up with your last boyfriend because he, it turns out, was cheating on you the entire time. this would be the last time you ever dated a football player. and tonight would be your revenge.

the frat house smelled like weed and spilled liquor, the sweet smell of some sort of cursed jungle juice slightly made its way from the kitchen to the rest of the first floor, and you followed the scent to the source.

step one of your plan, get blasted.

you threw down as much as you could at one time, barely stopping yourself from throwing up. god, it was awful. but definitely had enough alcohol in it to get sufficiently drunk. different people shoved past you as you walked through the house, feeling your mind become hazier. their faces blurred a little, but you could see some people you knew. olson and his girlfriend sucking face by the front door, parker chain smoking off the balcony, and a few random kids from your classes all on the couch taking tabs of acid. you made your way around the house, trying to spot a specific person. and there he was.

gary barkovitch.

you didn’t really know gary. you were pretty sure you had a class with him, but couldn’t remember which one. more importantly, he was a friend of a friend. an acquaintance you only saw during hangouts, and you always got a weird vibe from him. he’d always say things that landed a bit….oddly. nonetheless, he was the kind of boy you felt attracted to. a complete loser who had no social skills. you wanted to be closer with him. and tonight, with the influence of your own frustration, and a lot of booze, you would become a lot closer.

gary showed up not really wearing a costume, which was usually required. he’d gotten in because stebbins invited him, and whatever stebbins said in that frat went. you waved to him and fit yourself into a spot in the corner with him, your pantyhose against his jeans. he tried to scoot away to give you room, but the room was too crowded for that.

“hey gary! long time no see, huh?”

you joked, looking up at him. he nodded and avoided eye contact with you.

“i mean, i saw you like an hour ago. in calc.”

he tried to yell over the music. your ears didn’t quite pick it up, but you eventually put the words together in your head.

“ooooh! that’s what class you’re in. i knew i saw you somewhere else!”

you laughed and moved a little closer to him. your hand found his.

“god, it’s so loud in here! you wanna go somewhere quieter?”

you yelled, your hand reaching to grab his.

“like a bathroom or something?”

he jumped at the contact, looking down at you. fuck, you looked so pretty. with your bunny ears, your makeup, the fact you were only wearing a leotard with stockings and heels, you looked like a model. this was definitely the kind of thing he would jerk off to.

oh yeah, that’s why you always got that weird vibe from him, by the way. gary was jerking off to you almost every night.

even on the days where you didn’t see each other, he still found a way to see you. he’d spot you around campus, see you getting food, see you studying. sometimes he’d even go out of the way to see you. it was a little embarrassing really, how he’d sometimes be late to class because he was trying to see where you were. and you were oblivious.

he always loved that about you. how dumb you were. how you’d always be wearing something low cut or short, and he could see a new bit of you everyday. he’d try not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. who wouldn’t stare at a hot girl in a bra? but if he had any guilty conscience from staring at you before, he definitely did now. just standing there with your ass out, wearing something so explicitly sexual, he couldn’t help it.

“yeah, yeah. let’s fucking go.”

he nodded, suddenly being dragged by the wrist to the nearest bathroom, stumbling in and watching you shut and lock the door. when she was shutting it, he heard something hit the floor.

“ugh! my stupid lipgloss!”

you exclaimed, bending down to get it. you bended perfectly at the waist, finding the flexibility to bend all the way down to the floor and grab your lip gloss. gary eyed your ass as you bent down, his mind screaming at him to look away. he could see the outline of black, lacy underwear beneath your pantyhose, and it was making him crazy. fuck, he could feel himself getting hard. his jeans did little to hide his bulge, and he resorted to sitting down on the rim of the tub and leaning over a little to make it harder to see. he jumped again when he felt you against him, this time your shoulders touching along with your hips.

“i don’t think i say it enough gary, but you’re always so funny!”

you said, giving him that sweet, innocent smile you always had. you were partially lying. he was funny, but in a desperate sort of way. you intentionally didn’t tell him the other part, because you were trying to lead him a certain way.

“thanks. never really..heard that before.”

he laughed in a breathy voice, his hands fiddling on his knees. your hand found its way to his again, grabbing his right hand.

“i think you’re really sweet, gary.”

you faced him, your noses almost touching against each other. his breath hitched, smelling the alcohol on your breath, and not realizing how close you both were. now’s his chance. try and impress you.

he grabbed your face and kissed you, teeth clashing. you moaned at the contact, finally getting some sort of satisfaction. it didn’t take long before you moved up onto his lap, pushing his hair out of his face. finally, this was definitely gonna work.

“i can’t. i can’t do this.”

he moaned, pulling away from you.

“why? i want you gary, please.”

“because you’re so hot..and you’re my type but you have a boyfriend. i can’t fuck with that.”

he confessed, his hands now gripping onto your hips. you ground down into his crotch.

“forget him. we broke up.”

“oh thank god.”

he moaned, kissing your lips all the way down to your neck. he was so hungry, so excited to finally be getting the real you. his hand would never be able to get him off again after this. he bit on your neck lightly, his hand coming up to the other side your neck, you whined, your hand falling into his shoulder.

“please mark me up. fuck me till i can’t even remember his name anymore.”

you cried, grinding into him as he bit and sucked on your skin. you could feel him nod, standing up and pushing you against the sink counter.

“please let me. i’ve been waiting so fuckin’ long for this.”

barkovitch begged, pawing at your costume to get it off. you helped him get all of it off, before reaching for your ears.

“no! don’t take them off.”

he grabbed your wrist, stopping them from moving. his grip was strong, and felt somewhat serious. it made you even more aroused, realizing barkovitch was a lot more stronger than he seemed.

“gary, i have a question,”

you asked, feeing him let go of your wrist. he was getting his jeans off in a slow, fidgety way.

“can you record it? so i can send it to him?”

you asked, your tits on full display in front of him. he immediately looked up, grabbing onto your boobs. all he does is nod, as he squeezes and gropes your chest.

you hand him your phone, as he starts taking off his shirt. you position yourself with your ass against him, looking right into the mirror. you saw him raise the phone, starting the video.

he pushed his tip up and down your slit, moaning embarrassingly loud. fuck, he wasn’t gonna last long.

“mmm..fuck! just like that..”

you moaned, arching your head back. you couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or the feeling of fucking someone new, but you were horny and confident. he groaned as he kept rubbing against you. this is exactly how he’d thought his first time with you would be like. you were moaning like a slut, embarrassingly wet and begging for him. and he listened.

he pushed himself into you, hearing both of you gasp as the feeling. your voice was definitely almost exaggeratedly explicit, not making any effort to quiet yourself. he reached up and grabbed one of your boobs, fondling it while he thrusted in you. his confidence boosted, and put the camera at an angle towards your face.

“feel like a dumb slut? dumb rabbit getting some good dick for once?”

he asked cruelly, groaning at how you tightened around him.

“yes! fuck, you feel so good!”

you moaned loudly, bouncing back against him to match his pace. this couldn’t be any better.

“i’ve been waitin’ for this. always hated seeing you fuckin’ together all the time.”

he muttered under his breath, his chest hand going to your throat. you gasped as his hand squeezed your throat.

“think you can fuck other guys? no…you’re all mine now. my dumb fuckin’ bunny now.”

he smirked squeezing harder. it was getting hard to breathe.

“i wanna feel you twitch. squeeze because you’re runnin’ out of air.”

he grunted. your heart skipped a beat, not sure if he would give you enough time to breathe. just as you felt panicked, he let go.

“fuck that felt so good, i think ‘m gonna cum. can i just cum in you?”

he whimpered, yanking you closer to him, so he was speaking into your ear. you let out a pornographic moan, nodding aggressively. fuck, the feeling of fucking someone this soon after the breakup was intoxicating. you felt him bite down on your shoulder, cum filling your pussy. you came as well, the feeling of everything filling you pushing you over the edge. he let go of you as he came, groaning and moaning loudly, giving it a few more thrusts as well. you caught yourself before slamming onto the porcelain, looking at yourself in the mirror.

your mascara was rubbed on your under eye area, your lipstick was smudged and your hair was definitely not styled.