John knew how much you liked to play, he saw it in your eyes the first time you both were in the same room.
So it didn't take him long to realize what you wanted that night when he came home from work stressed and tense, his muscles ached and to tell the truth he was a little angry, despite being a fairly calm man.
"I don't want to have sex today." It was the only thing that slipped from your lips but he knew better, he could see the glint of lust in your eyes, besides... that babydoll? You only used it when you wanted to drive him crazy.
He narrowed his eyes at you and slid his jacket off his body, leaving it on the couch to approach you, his calloused hands grazing your figure, making your skin crawl. He looked you up and down, filling himself with you, inhaling your natural scent.
"You know you have to do it, it's your duty as my wife." He spoke close to your ear, his raspy voice along with his words sending a wave of heat right between your thighs and you squeezed your legs together. You loved your man, he gave you what you wanted without even having to say it once, it made you want to please him more.
"I don't need to please you." You said in a pathetic whine that made him chuckle, he sat on the arm of the couch before placing his hands on your hips to turn you around, now looking at your pretty back. Oh... you had no underwear, such a considerate wife, making it easier for him to touch your pretty cunt that was already soaking wet for him…
His hand went under that excuse of clothing you were wearing, his fingers brushing against your wetness and he shook his head, letting out a sigh almost feeling disappointed.
“Such a pretty cunt… all wet for me”. He spoke, his voice husky with need, he slid a thick finger inside you, your walls clenching around it desperately, how could you play hard to get when you were this ready for him, darling?
You caught your bottom lip between your teeth to prevent the desperate sounds that wanted to come out of your mouth, your back arching to feel his finger deeper inside you as his fingertip rubbed your g-spot.
“J-John…” He silenced you immediately, taking his finger out of you and ignoring the whimper of protest, you felt him take off his belt and let it fall, the next thing you heard was the zipper of his pants, you stayed still, stifling a moan when you felt his swollen tip brushing your folds, your clit, collecting all the slick to use it as lube.
He finally sank his length inside you, angling his hips so he could hit that sweet spot of yours, letting out a grunt that made you throb and moan like the bitch in heat you knew you were for him.
"I do not want this". You spoke breathlessly, trying not to forget the kind of role-play you were in but it was difficult when your insides took him so well, you swallowed it all in the first thrust and after that he couldn’t control himself anymore.
His hands squeezed your hips with a force that would leave you bruised the next day, but who were you to protest? "You're taking it well, baby, so well..." He spoke, almost drooling as he felt his cock slide easily in and out of your juicy pussy that seemed to be begging to be filled with his seed. The thrusts echoed throughout the room and the sound was so gross that it only made you wetter, your delicious juices that John would drink later ran down your legs and it felt so good you were going dumb, a little dumb slut for your husband who was taking you as if his life depended on it.
And he came embarrassingly fast but could you blame him? The way you moaned was enough to send him over the edge, you were the most beautiful woman his eyes had ever seen and being inside you was a pleasure he was lucky to have.
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Every day was the same. You woke up at a too early of a time. Your body craving more sleep and a body beside you. You would make your coffee at home, tricking yourself into believing you were saving money doing so. When you knew that you would just buy a coffee later on in the day.
You would work, a shift that bored you to tears just as much. You fucking hated it but it was either this or being homeless and that was simply something you couldn't do.
It was a boring life. You had tried to date. You really gave it all, but with all of the fuck boys that didn't take time to get you ready. The toxic assholes who has made you cry far more times than you would ever admit. You were bored of that too.
You needed something.
It wasn't like you to go to a bar. No, and you weren't stupid. You knew better than to go by yourself. Roping in your best friend. One who had way more experience with the scene. One that you knew you could count on.
She had helped you style everything. Knowing the bar ahead of time and what outfits went with the occasion. She had this down to a science.
"Okay now hair down- men like to see how long your hair is. They wanna know if they can pull it" She says, you chuckle taking the clawclip out of your hair and letting it fall around your shoulders. You didn't hate your reflection. It just wasn't what you were used to. Yet that was the point of tonight. To get out of your comfort zone.
So you continued.
She drove you guys to the bar. Since she was going to be showing you how to let lose and keeping you safe in this spot, she didn't plan on drinking. Though she never seemed to need to drink to be the life of any party. She was fun that way.
The bar was busy tonight. Men in uniforms, men in grudge looking pieces, men dressed like they belonged at a frat. Various different kinds though none seemed to catch your own attention.
Well- that was a lie. You were more attracted to the frat guys. It was part of the reason every fucking interaction with any man had been so disappointing. You knew that. You were attracted to the assholes who only wanted a place to put their dick in. So you pretended not to be interested. Letting your friend drag you to the bar and ordering you the first drink of the night. A tequila shot.
"You look tense- this will help. Don't drink too much tonight. If you do meet a guy that you wanna fuck you wanna make sure you aren't too drunk for it to be skivvy" She says, you chuckle, rolling your eyes but mentally noting her comment.
"Are any of these guys regulars?" You ask her, she looks around shaking her head.
"No- but fuck do I see someone I wanna make a regular" She says practically drooling. You follow her eyeline. Watching it land on a group. You couldn't tell who she was looking at. There were four of them. Sitting around a table with a pint of beer in front of them half empty. It was where you could tell the smell of tobacco was coming from. As one of them had a cigarette between his gloved fingers, a mask pulled up above his nose. Then another in a black beanie and black weather jacket. a cigar resting in his hand.
The other two weren't smoking, chuckling between themselves. you watch as one stands up, dark skin and short coiled hair. He backs up from the table heading to the bar. She follows him with her eyes. So he was who she wanted. He leans against the counter, putting a signal up to the bartender who seems to understand exactly what he wants.
"You're new around here" Your friend says to him, he looks at her smiling slightly before nodding.
"I am. You notice every bloke that comes into a place like this?" He asks, her eyes seem to widen.
"Fuck and your british. Fuck me up" She says, he chuckles
"Get that a lot round here." He admits "Though it's from no one who looks like you darlin"
She smiles at him, looking up at him through lashes with a look you have seen her give a thousand times. She extends her hand.
"I'm Vivian" She introduces herself, he takes it.
"You can call me Gaz" He replies back
It was like you were watching a movie you wanted to insert yourself in so badly. Not that you could. You just watched, knocking back another shot before looking around the room for anyone. Anyone who might have their eyes on you. There weren't lack of them either. Just none you wanted to waste a night with.
"I send you over here to get a drink and you find a friend" A gruff also british voice says, You look making eye contact with the man in the beanie. Your stomach flops. He's older, gruff looking, hot for no reason at all.
"Sorry Cap, I am a sucker for a pretty little thing with blue eyes" He says looking back to Vivian.
"Cap? You guys military?" You ask, you don't know why you do. You knew the answer. You just wanted him to talk to you. He nods at you, once again meeting your eye.
"Affirmative. Just here for the weekend." He answers
"Pleasure or business" You ask
"Business. Finished now" He tells you "You ladies from here? Or is it a holiday?"
"From here." You say, it seemed like such trivial conversation though the eye contact made your stomach move in ways you haven't felt from previous interacts with men before.
You don't know how it happened throughout the night. When they invited you to join them, when you were watching Vivian make heart eyes at every man at that table though her attention remained mainly on Gaz. You learned the others names. Soap, the only Scottish man at the table. His mohawk needing to be touched up a bit but he was good looking. And Ghost. The silent one who had uttered maybe five words the entire time. It wasn't until midnight when you realized how much time had flown by. Small flirtations towards Captain who you now knew as John.
Vivian and Gaz left to fuck in the bathroom at around 1 am. Soap making out with a random chick against a wall which left Ghost and Price. Ghost being the watch dog you observed. Keeping an eye on the door.
A glass was dropped, shattering and you notice both men reach for their hip. The outline of a holstered weapon grabbing your attention. It made your thighs squeeze together and you almost mentally kick yourself for it.
"Just a glass" Ghost says, John nods putting his hand back on his lap, his finger tapping against it.
"You don't seem like this is what you fancy a night out, darlin" John says, you look up at him. Shrugging.
"It's not- I needed something different. Sick of the same thing. Sick of the same...men" You say, he nods clicking his tongue
"What type of men would that be?" He asks leaning towards you slightly. You swallow hard.
"Men who just want something to stick their dick in for the night. Not that I don't like a good one night stand but fuck at least try to let me enjoy myself" You say, it could be the tequila. You wanna blame it on the tequila.
He chuckles
"What makes you think I'm not just like them?" He asks, you chew on the inside of your cheek.
"Are you?" You ask tilting your head to the side. He smirks, chuckling slightly.
"Wanna find out?" He asks
Yes. Yes you fucking did.
So that might be how it happened. How you ended up agreeing to let him take you back to your place. How you didn't end up half way through the door before his hands were on you. His lips were on you. His didn't kiss like the men you were used to. He was hungry but he knew what he was doing. His hands were rough and calloused but fuck did they feel good grabbing at you. Holding you against him. Pinning you against the closest wall. Your arms wrapping around his neck as he trails hot kisses from your lips to your jawline. To your collar bone, then teasing at the hem of your dress's bodice.
"Which way is your bedroom, sweetheart?" He whispers against your neck as he goes back up. You whimper at the feeling. Fuck did he know what he was doing. You pointed to the direction. Grabbing his hanging dog tags around his neck.
"Let me show you" You whispered
So you did, almost dragging him by the tags if he hadn't been following so close behind you. As soon as you closed the bedroom door he was on you again. Grabbing your face with his two hands and walking you back to your bed until your knees hit the edge. Falling back on it. Though he doesn't fall with you. No, this man just bends over with a practiced ease that flooded you. Pulling you by your legs further down slightly to angle you where he wanted. Lifting your skirt.
"If you need me to stop-" he kisses your thigh "If I do something wrong" He loops his fingers around the hem of your panties "Tell me and I'll stop"
He pulls them off. He didn't give you time to reply before he latched himself onto your clit. Pulling a noise from you that you didn't recognize.
"That's it pretty girl, let me hear you" He mumbles against you. He laps you up like this man hasn't eaten in days. You were gripping the sheets around you and staring down at him as he devours your cunt. Panting through pleasure you haven't had before. His grip on your thighs to hold them open was almost a bruising pressure but you didn't seem to mind this time.
"Fuck- John" You gasp your head tilting back
"Mhm- that's right love say my name. Tell me how good I'm making you feel. One of his hands leaves your thigh, teasing your entrance and even that was sending you close to the edge.
"Fuck- yes right there. John fuck-please it feels so fucking good" You say so lewdly you don't even know if it's your voice anymore. He listens, letting his finger slide in and pumping in and out of you until you are spasming around his finger. Your eyes rolling back as curses and his name fall from your lips.
You were still panting, but he doesn't waste time. Unbuckling his pants and lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Almost bending you in half, pressing your knees against your chest. He doesn't put it in yet. Just slides himself through your folds. Wetting his length. You buck your hips trying to guide him into you but he just tsks at you.
"Gotta go slow for this part darlin, don't wanna hurt you" He says, you don't get it. Not until the tip hits your entrance and you realize. This man is fucking huge.
"Oh my go-" You don't finish as it turns into a whine as he pushes through. Slowly but every inch is sending you further into the stars. He backs out a couple of times starting again and it has you panting under him.
"Good girl- just breathe. Almost there" He tells you, he finally sinks fully into you. Groaning at the feeling of your wet walls clenching around him. Accustoming to his size. The first thrust has you literally seeing stars and the gasp that comes out of you almost has him in a chokehold.
He pace is brutal, but fuck does it feel good. The air around you filled with the sounds of your bodies slapping together and how wet you are made it sound so fucking pornographic you were in awe that this was you. Making a sticky fucking mess of his cock.
"You are so god damn wet- so fucking tight. This what you needed baby? To be fucked properly?" He asks you just nod because you are so fucked dumb what are words anyway.
Every thrust left you gripping for sheets, for heaven, for him. Finding his dog tags again and yanking it down. He groans deeply moving a hand to your throat. He doesn't squeeze and for a moment you were kind of afraid. Though it subsided almost as soon as you saw the absolute pleasure written on his face. The subtle pressure on the sides of your neck makes you dizzy but in the best way.
He was slamming against you, the combination of your moans together was filling your ears and imprinting itself in your brain. The same way he was imprinting his cock into your walls.
"Fucking hell...you're taking it so fucking well for me baby" He says, you almost lose your fucking mind. It was the most back arching, sheet gripping, mind blowing sex you had ever had and you weren't sure you would recover from it.
You couldn't even tell how much time was passing. Just that every second, every minute felt like you were floating. Like you were made for nothing but this and you didn't want to be anything else.
He slows, letting your legs down and massaging your aching hips for a moment before moving you. Manhandling you to bend over the bend. Your back arched so prettily for him over your bed. He presses your face into the mattress by holding you by the neck. Re-aligning himself. Pushing in was easier this time but you felt everything so much more. He doesn't begin right away grabbing your wrist with his free hand and moving it under you. Tapping you soaking clit with his fingers.
"Come on, tight little circles for me. Be good for me. I wanna feel you cum on this fat fucking dick" He says, you listen because you wanted it to.
His thrusts were just as unforgiving in this position. Though he was hitting your spots just right from it. Forcing you to climb a lot faster than you thought you could like this. He could feel it. He growled and moaned as he could feel you slowly tightening around him. Slowly losing your breath and your moans turning into something far more feral.
"Fuck- fuck oh my fucking god John. I'm going to fucking cum please please don't fucking stop" You didn't know who was talking, you didn't recognize the words or your voice but it was you. It was the bitch in heat he was turning you into. His hand leaves your neck moving to the base of your scalp where he pulls you off the bed and against his chest. Your hand still working those tight little circles sending waves of goosebump causing pleasure. A tight arm wrapping around you to keep you in place and release some pressure from your hair. His fingers spread across your abdomen and the size of his hand was enough to fuck you up.
It sent you. Off the cliff that seemed to only be safe because of his hand wrapped around you. You shook against him, eyes rolling back so hard you thought they would live there. Practically screaming his name as your hand comes down to his hips, digging your nails into his skin.
He growls but its not in anger. He's close. Proof in his stuttering hips and more panty type groans.
Finally he cums, filling you so full that you could feel the pressure of it. Both taking a moment as he pants through his orgasm and you pant through coming down from yours. He pulls out of you and you can feel him leak down your thighs and normally it would annoy you. But this time you thought it was the hottest fucking thing.
He stays the night. Though he isn't there by the time you wake up. A notecard with his phone number on your nightstand. You smirk down at it and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You now found a new craving. Not only for him. But for older men. For larger men. For men that knew what they were doing. He had ruined you. Ruined you for those shitty frat boys and toxic assholes. And you were so fucking okay with that.
Keegan gives me the vibes that he had to be taught aftercare because he didn't understand it. Like You bring it up to him and he's like "the fuck you mean we dont just roll over and go to bed" but when he gets the hang of it, and he understands how needed it is after he finished fucking you until you forgot you were a person he is so good at it.
