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Why can’t I have a big brother who desperately fucks my hole while I’m begging for him to stop, but since I know he won’t, I become desperate and just ask him to not cum inside at bare minimum. Though he ends up doing it anyway and grabs my hips so I stay in place while his cock pumps inside of me, emptying every single last bit of his cum as he moans “fuckkk… fuck you feel so good. I’m sorry I couldn’t help it….Just take it inside baby, I promise you won’t get pregnant.”
Your thighs were shaking and your back was arched. You tremble as his movements continue above you. He was everywhere, moaning on your ear, one hand caged yours in a tight grip, thighs spread apart in a filthy way that makes shame crawl up your spine and in your veins.
"So good baby, you're being so good f'me" He whispered in your ear as if they were lover's tune of praise. But it was far from it. Your bully was holding you spread open like a pretzel as he rammed his thick cock in you. He angled his hips in a way that he hit that sweet spongy spot every.single time. Which made your eyes roll back in pleasure, albeit your aversion.
You were sprawled across the sofa in the living room. He came barging in and demanding that you spend some time with him. And after much needed discipline (that's what he convinced himself) he has you folded in half on your bed. Sometime between your making out, he moved you to your room and plopped you on the bed
And now you're here an hour later, with him still rutting in you. Your unwilling walls clamp down on his dick, wetness gushing and pooling around you. At this point you don't even remember how many times the orgasm was forced out of you. By his fingers, with his mouth his dick etc etc he was taking his sweet time thrusting in and out of your, making you feel every single drag of his cock against your walls. It was torturous
Your vision is blurry by your tears that won't stop no matter how much you try. Well being raped doesn't put you in a laughing mood either.
The thing about this whole situation was, he was being so...gentle. His voice was soft and he never talked harshly with you. But even after that you're sure you didn't ask for this.
"Oh wow baby..." Chuckle "look at how your cute cunny is swallowing my dick up...." He reached down to thumb your clit, making you thrash even more. You could feel the dreaded coil forming in your gut. You gripped his shoulders and bit his biceps trying to fight back in every way you can. How cute he thought
There's no way you'd get out of this.
He adjusted your legs on his forearms, your hips elevated slightly above the mattress. This was the perfect angle. His started thrusting again and this time, he wasn't taking his sweet time. His thrusts were strong and his stroked were long. You were screaming, crying and choking all at the same time. You were so overstimulated that it hurted. There was some soreness in your thighs
He looks down at where you guys are connected and groans at the fat of your glistening pussy lips being stretched around his cock, a white ring formed on his base
He looked up at your face to see you're completely out of it. With your eyes rolled back and your fists clenched in the sheets
He loved seeing you like this. All ruined because of him and only him. Your body went taut and the familiar, unwanted feeling of coil being snapped makes your body violently shake. He upped the speed of his thumb on your clit and grinded his hips deep in you, fucking you through the orgasm
All that could leave your lips were whines and cries of "too much!!" "Please no more!!"
He cooed at your expression of unwanted pleasure. He never halted his ministrations and continued fucking you. You were thrashing, trying to get on your hands and knees to crawl away from him but ofc, he won't let that happen. He tuts at you as if you were an disobedient child and places a hand on you abdomen, halting your movements
His thrusts grew erratic while your walls were clenching around him, effectively milking him. Your bouncing tits, crying face, your cunt was the reason that his balls tighten up, flooding and stuffing your cunt with his hot, warm cum. He fucked himself through his orgasm, making sure not even a single drop goes to waste
Summary - Your roommate, Andrew 'Pope' Cody, just can't seem to help himself around you - you have no idea what you do to him - until you do!
Warnings - Pervy, creepy, manipulative, subby (if you squint), big dick, roomate!Pope Cody x overly trusting, naive roomate, fem!Reader, Pope is a peeping tom, somno-noncon (he fondles you in your sleep), noncon/dubcon; oral, unprotected piv. pre ejaculation, dacryphilia, nicknames; sweetheart, doll, baby
You moved in with Pope a few months ago, you needed a roomate because rent was just getting too much on your own. He seemed sweet, if not a little awkward, in your initial interview. You know it's not smart to make decisions like 'who you live with' based on a cute, pudgy tummy and some crooked teeth but - selfishly you wouldn't mind looking at him every day. You're convinced that he's completely harmless. So, now you're roomies and good friends.
Pope doesn't talk much, he mostly listens. He listens to you complain after a long day at work, his eyes tracking you as you flitter around your shared kitchen. He listens to you talk about your hobbies when you drag him out to try on clothes. All your friends think he's just cute enough to not be creepy, so they're nice when you bring him on outings. But truthfully you have a little crush on your awkward roomate.
Pope only moved in with you because he didn't like the idea of someone else in your space. Other than himself of course. After your initial interview he'd become a little obsessed with you. You're so kind, your eyes gentle and your body utterly enticing. He went home that night and humped his mattress to the thought of you. He knew it was wrong, especially because he'd just met you but he just couldn't help himself. He hasn't really been able to since moving in. He's a stealthy man who rarely ever sleeps, so he spends his free time with you or watching you.
You have a bad habit of leaving doors open even when you probably shouldn't. You don't think much of it, getting changed, showering, sleeping, even touching yourself with the door cracked. In your mind Pope wouldn't hurt a fly, he's like the best roomate you've ever had. So, you don't even give it your time of day.
Pope on the other hand spends most of his days watching you. He peers through the cracks when you get dressed for bed, palming his hard on while you crawl into the sheets. Once he's sure you've fallen asleep he creeps farther in, finally taking his cock out now that he can see all of your face. He strokes himself even though he knows he shouldn't, he feels guilty as he touches your foot; his cock twitching. He feels guilty as he runs his hand up your calf and thigh, precum oozes from his tip because of how smooth you are. He reaches to your shoulder where the strap of your silk nightgown sits, tugging it down your arm until your plump breast spills out. He whimpers at the sight, even though he's done this many times before; he truly can never get enough of you. It makes him feel guilty, especially when he gropes your flesh, kneading gently until your nipple hardens against his palm.
You stir when he kneels next to your bed and gently licks your taught nipple with his burning hot tongue. Your shoulders shift as a large breath is forced out of your chest. Pope watches your face closely for signs that he's woken you but he can't stop stroking himself. So, he holds his breath to keep in any noises until you're fully settled. He licks your nipple again, unable to stop himself because he just loves the way you taste. He can't stop himself when he toys with the bottom of your dress to drag it up your thighs, exposing more of you to him. When his eyes land on an exposed, wild bush at your pubic bone he grunts a little too loud and comes in his hand instantly.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as he holds in his sounds and tries to aim his cum on himself. He's never seen this part of you before despite the number of nights he spends in your room. He has to physically restrain himself from burying his face between your legs, from inhaling your scent so he can memorize it, from threading his fingers through the spares hairs there.
You tempt him by just existing. He's getting weaker by the day.
Especially when you're cooking breakfast in a long shirt and no panties. You do it because you're comfortable around Pope, you don't think he'd even be looking. So, you bend down and move around with little care, too trusting in the length of your pajama T.
Pope sits at the island, feeling grateful for the marble between you. Despite what you may assume, he can see enough of you to make him feel feral. He nods politely as you speak but he's not listening like you think he is. No, his mind is running wild with perverted thoughts, thoughts that if you knew about you'd kick him out and file for a restraining order.
"You are coming, aren't you?" Your voice snaps him out of it, his eyes zoning in on your face as you slide a few slice of French toast onto his plate.
"Where?" He asks, making you giggle and squint at him.
"To Smurf's party tonight, silly. Everyone else is." You remind him, rounding the corner of the counter to slide into the stool next to him. You keep your legs crossed tight as you cut up your breakfast and pour some syrup and powered sugar over it.
"Did she invite you?" Pope asks, looking at you straight on with that scowl you're still trying to get used to.
"Umm, yeah. Is that okay? Thought I'd stay close to you though."
"Sure." Pope grumbles before turning to his food. You watch him for a quick moment as he picks at his plate, jaw ticking like it does. You take a slow bite, deciding you need more syrup as you chew.
"We don't have to, you know. Could have my friends over instead, you don't mind them, right?" You offer, noticing how uncomfortable he is. He cranes his neck back to you, glaring in the way you've come to know means he's thinking; not so much upset or angry.
"I'll think about it." He murmurs.
You smile and nod, taking another bite before reaching for your glass of juice. Somehow your elbow hits your plate on the way back and it flips into your lap, syrup smearing all over your bare thighs. You squeal a little, the juice slipping from your hand and soaking Pope's pants.
"Fuck, fuck! I'm so sorry, Andrew!" You apologize profusely, getting all the dishes back on the counter before ripping off a few paper towels and going to dap off his pants.
"It's fine." Pope grunts, hands gripping the edge of the stool as you pat down his thighs and crotch. His jaw is clenched as he tries extremely hard not to get hard.
"M'so sorry!" You continue, cursing yourself for your clumsiness, ignoring the syrup running down your legs. Your little hands are all over Pope and it drives him crazy, you have no idea the verge he's on, the urges he's fighting. He's trying to protect you from himself but you make it so hard.
He snatches your wrists and holds you still, you look up to his face apologetically. "It's fine, doll." He grunts out, stern in that way you sort of like. But it doesn't calm you, you feel so bad for being so clumsy.
"No, it's not, c'mon." You manage to get a hold of Pope's hands, tugging him out of his seat despite his small protests. He's a little uncomfortable because of his wet pants but he's not upset with you by any means. You on the other hand feel like you have to rectify the situation asap.
"What're you doing?" Pope asks when you pull him into the bathroom. You close the door behind him, reaching for his shirt to start tugging it over his head. "Doll...what're you doing?" Pope asks a little more seriously this time. You smile at the nickname he's given you, you've loved it ever since the first time he said it.
"Let's get cleaned up, we'll be too sticky to sit anywhere or do anything if not." You explain earnestly, pulling his shirt over his head and he lets you. He's stiff and rigid, not sure what to do with himself as the two of you get naked in your shared bathroom.
"You can go first, I'll wait." Pope offers, standing like a stone as you tug innocently at his sweatpants.
"It'll be quicker together. - Unless, you don't want to." You offer, realizing maybe you should double check with him first. He stands in only his boxers with your fingers tucked in the elastic. Pope clenches his fists so tight he breaks skin just to keep from getting hard in front of you.
"It-It's not weird?" Pope asks, staring at you with hesitance and lust. The only thing you pick up on is his hesitation, petting his biceps for friendly comfort, not knowing what you're doing to him.
"I don't think so, you're my friend. - I've showered with my friends before." You shrug casually. "I can trust you, can't I, Andy?" You ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes and twisting a few of his curls in your fingers.
"Of course." Pope nods, looking at you with a softer, gentler expression now.
Guilt knots in his gut because he knows he's lying. You can trust him to protect you from others, to watch you get to work safely, and that no one will ever bother you or your friends on your nights out, etc. But in this situation, with you and him, alone - he can't seem to help himself. Whether it's fucking the pair of panties you wore to the gym, watching you ride your favorite big, pink dildo when you forget to close your door, or tucking his cock between his legs to have something to fuck while you talk his ear off - Pope is not trust worthy.
"Good, get in with me then." You chirp at him, spinning around as you slide your t-shirt up your torso. Pope watches the movement of your spine and arms, blood rushing to his crotch. You turn the hot water on and step into the porcelain tub, letting it soak your hair and back first.
Pope hesitates, sliding his boxers down slow and walking to the curtain even slower. He stands there naked and unsure of himself as he grips the flowery curtain in his hand.
"Andy?" You call, sounding needy despite your friendly intentions.
"Y-Yeah?"
"You comin? Need help getting all this syrup off my legs." You whine a little, missing the proximity of him because you've just gotten used to it.
He doesn't waste anymore time, stepping into the tub with you. He awkwardly covers himself with his hands, trying to hide that fact that he's growing against his will. He's trying to be respectful but - he can't. The sprays of warm water bouncing off of you start to dampen his skin, which entices your eyes. You look down to his hands, giggling a little as you run your hands through your hair. You don't mean to stare but he's so muscular and taught you can't help it. So, it doesn't bother you much that his eyes wander too.
"You can use your body wash if you want." You offer, nodding to his bottle and then down to your sticky legs.
"I-I shouldn't." He stutters, gripping himself tighter in hopes of restricting blood flow.
"It's okay, Popey." You assure him, stepping closer to tug on his wrists. "It's natural, I understand. No need to be embarrassed." You continue on until he lets you pull his hands away.
When his hardening cock flops down against Pope's thigh your eyes get big for a moment and you gulp, it's the biggest cock you've ever seen. You snap your head away out of respect, looking back up to his worried, angular face.
"Here," You hand him the bottle before lifting your leg up, resting your foot on the ledge next to his knee. Pope gulps, biting down on his tongue as he squeezes some soap into his palm.
His gruff hands massage your thigh and calf where the sticky syrup dried to your skin. The warm water and musky soap work together to clean you up. Pope is red faced and aching, fighting against every urge in his body to stay calm, to not just take you the way he dreams so often about.
"Thank you, - feels kinda good." You sigh, closing your eyes a moment before switching legs. Pope works the mess off your other leg just the same, meticulously making sure you're squeaky clean. Once he's satisfied he reaches around you to rinse his hands off before stepping back with them in fists at his side. His cock stands at full attention now and you can't keep your eyes off of it now matter how hard you try.
"Wanna get in and clean off now?" You offer. Pope nods yes, looking down to his feet as you two shuffle past each other to switch sides of the tub. Slick parts of your bodies brush together, igniting a fire under his skin.
He rinses himself off as you start lathering up your hair. You pass back and forth one or two more times as you work through your normal shower routine. When you're in the water facing away from him for the last time, Pope gets overwhelmed, the desire pulsating through his veins clouding his judgment. Not to mention the painful ache in his cock.
You feel a large, gruff hand between your shoulder blades and it makes you shudder. Pope massages his hand higher until he's got a hold of the muscle between your neck and shoulder, so he can pull you closer to him. You can't see it but Pope already has his other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily.
"A-Andrew? What're y-you doing?" You ask timidly, glancing over your shoulder where his big hand is giving you goose bumpers.
Pope uses his hold on you to drag you back to his chest, you can feel his knuckles brushing your bum every other moment. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's natural, - just like you said." He explains softly, grunting a little as he continues stroking himslf against your ass.
"Popey, - a-are you touch-touching yourself?" You stutter worse when you feel his fat tip between the dimples at the base of your spine.
"Yes." He whispers, his fist quickening when he sees your ass cheeks jiggle from the impact. "I got too hard while cleaning you, m'sorry - but I have to take care of it. You understand, don't you, sweetheart?" Pope babbles, his manipulation working as you start to take pity on him. You know sometimes men can't help when they get hard, and you did put him on the spot a little this morning. So, you feel like it's the least you can do to help him - right?
"I didn't know you thought about me like that." You whisper, pressing your palms to the wall in front of you as Pope gets closer and puts more weight on you. The feeling of his hand hitting your ass and his cock writhing against you make you quiver. You can't deny that Pope is an attractive man, he's so much man. But you were certain that you weren't Pope's type.
"Think that you're attractive? Doll, everyone thinks that about you." Pope grumbles, stroking himself faster. You feel his blunt tip swipe through you're ass cheeks and you whimper a little. Your spin naturally arches for him, instinct kicking in as his free hand holds a death grip on your side. "Yeah?" He hums.
"Andy..." You whimper, unsure of what's going on with your mind and body.
He continues stroking himself around the base, aiming the top part of his cock to slide farther down between your ass cheeks until his tip meets your dripping entrance.
"Oh my god." Pope sighs, his chest collapsing and curving around your back. He's teases your entrance a little more seriously and it makes you gasp, clawing at the wall in front of you for balance. "Sweetheart, please say this is all for me." Pope whines, nudging himself forward which makes you flinch. The pressure feels more serious now, he's so hard against you it makes you dizzy.
You're not sure what to do or say, you're not sure you recognize the Pope behind you. Maybe you've imagined him once or twice while bouncing on your pink dildo but you never imagined him so gruff and needy.
"Andy!" You squeal, your spine arching further as your hips jolt.
"It's okay, it's okay." He soothes, kissing your shoulder, gentle and coaxing. "We both need it, baby. Just feel how wet you are - how hard I am." Pope kisses your temple, his large hand engulfing one of your breasts to grope you. You make whiny noises from his movements, gasping for air and trying to think clearly.
"I-I'm not sure..." You hesitate, looking over your shoulder at him to see his needy face.
It morphs into an expression of pain and pleasure colliding as you feel him pushing into you. It's a sharp stretch at first but your pussy welcomes it.
"No no no, please don't say that - please, sweetheart. I know you need it." Pope whines, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he nudges your noses together. "Promise I'll make you feel you, - just don't say no, baby." He continues pleading with you, all the while sinking in inch by inch at a steady pace.
Your pussy flutters around his girth, sucking him in despite the hesitance in your mind. You know this isn't something that friends are supposed to do and it makes you worry...
"Thought you were my friend, Andy..." You whimper, your breath hitching in a moan as you arch deeper for him. His fat cock feels good enough to make you loopy right off the bat.
"I am, sweetheart, I am!" Pope defends himself, thrusting in and out of you. One hand wraps around your middle while the other grabs at your hip. "You're just helping me out, yeah? We're friends helping each other out, - it's normal to do that." Pope encourages, nodding his head in your face as he speaks to convince you. "Yeah?" He asks with urgency, raising his brows at you.
"Y-yeah." You nod slowly, moaning louder than you expect as Pope finds a brutal pace inside you. Your hips shift back against him, making sure he hits that perfect spot inside you over and over. Pope growls at your answer, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he starts pounding into you harder and harder. He's relentless, sloppily kissing your mouth and face as he gets a little carried away.
Pope loses himself in the misdt of it all, pressing your face into the wall as he forces your spine to arch more while slamming his fat cock in and out of your pussy. He's grunting and moaning, sounding delirious as he pounds into you.
Even in your confusion about the whole predicament you feel every last delicious thrust echo through you. Pope knows how to use his huge cock, knows how to make sure it doesn't hurt, how to reach new places. You were nearly as delirious as he was, cock drunk because you've never been stuffed so full before.
Pope starts grunting extra loud, his breath constricted as his thrusts turn devilish. You force your glossy eyes open to glance back at him, his gaze heavy and mouth open as he humps you.
"D-don't come in me." You stutter out, trying to wiggle away when you notice him losing control. Pope pins you in place, keeping you perfectly balanced between the wall and him.
"I-I have to sweetheart, that's a part of sex." Pope groans, leaning forward to try and kiss the pout from your lips. "I won't be able to otherwise." He whines, his pupils blown out as he gives you his best puppy dog eyes. And it works, you can't deny him when he's this deep inside you. When you stop protesting and start moaning again, Pope takes his chance and fucks himself into you until he's filling you with his cum. He's a loud, whiny, grateful mess as you feel his warmth fill your belly.
"Thank you s'much, doll - make me feel so good, what a good friend - such a tight girl, you spoil me - that's right suck me in, take all of it."
You're dizzy when he's done, barely able to hold your head up on your own. It's a good thing Pope keeps such a tight hold on you when he slowly pulls out because your knees buckle.
"Don't give out on me yet," He coos, spinning you around so you're leaning against the wall and he's propping you up by your hips. "Gotta do my part." He grins at you, pecking your mouth before sinking to his knees.
"W-what do you mean?" You huff, running your fingers through his hair as he massage your thighs.
"What kinda friend would I be if I didn't make you come, sweetheart?" Pope asks as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You gulp when he lifts your leg over his shoulder, giving himself full access to you. "Would never do that to you." He whispers, his eyes locked in on your dripping cunt.
Pope takes a handful of your bush and tugs until your squealing and trying to stop him. Before you can get him to stop he's wrapping his mouth around your entire cunt, lapping up his come mixed with your arousal like it's his last meal. His eyes roll back in his head as he presses himself as hard as he can into your cunt. His nose nudges your clit and he inhales deeply, a feral moan escaping him.
"Andy! Oh god, just like that!" You cry out, bucking your hips and pulling at his hair for more, more, more! "Please, Pope, m'so close!" You continue blubbering, chasing your high like it's the only thing that matters.
Pope moans into your pussy just like he did when his cock was inside of you. The vibrations make you quiver, your palms flat behind you for better leverage. Pope pushes your thigh higher up his head to sink his tongue in. He's somehow even more feral; he's growling and scratching at your thighs, devouring you like a man starved.
You're screaming by the time you come, so overstimulated and worked up that it tears through you. It's every bit of violence as it is euphoric. You feel your body give out, knowing Pope is the only reason you haven't fallen over.
When your eyes open Pope is looking at you with his stern face, brushing hair from yours so he can kiss clear lips. He's gentle, like he's searching you for something.
"You can't let any of your friends do that to you but me, you understand?" Pope demands, looking so serious, like he could flip to anger in a second.
"Why not?" You pout playfully, still catching your breath as you cling to his big biceps.
"Because sweetheart, they won't know how to touch you like me." He assures you, rubbing your noses together as his big hands caress you carefully.
Deep down you know he's right.
You two sort of fall into a routine after that day; where anytime you're pent up or need a release - you just go to one another. Neither of you ever say no, always so eager and ready to help out your friend.
she actually wants you to hit her. if she says “no” or “please stop” or “i don’t want this” she’s actually just trying to make your dick throb so you lose control and beat her worse. you can’t lose control, you have to remind her you’re doing this because you want it, not because she does. put your hand on her mouth to shut her up and hit her again. again. again. again. you want this. again.
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When i see “bambi!bunni!prey!bimbo!clumsy!petite! Innocent!virgin!reader! “ without her “ master!non-con!dark fic!hunter!experienced!whorish! manipulative!( insert character ) “ so i genuinely slime her out
A camping trip with your fathers best friend takes a dark turn when he lies and tells you he's found a deer to hunt in the dead of night.
CW: NON-CON, OLDER MAN X YOUNGER WOMAN, READER IS IN 20'S
Going on a camping trip with your father and his best friend, only to be woken up in the middle of the night by the older man, telling you to follow him because he found a deer to hunt and he needed your help.
Following him through the dark forest, wondering where this poor deer is. Your cute boots were now soaked, your body shaking from the cold.
The crackling fire at the small campsite was no longer in view, your father nowhere near you. Couldn’t hear if you called for him, couldn’t hear if you screamed, couldn’t even hear if a shotgun went off.
But when you’re finally there, you see nothing. Just darkness and bare trees. Only the sounds of wind and creaking from the trees moving around you filled the empty void. No crickets, no owls, nothing to give you a sense of comfort that animals were near.
You clung onto him out of fear from the darkness, wondering where this deer was so you could get back to the site already. His breathing was heavy and animalistic, almost on edge like he was waiting to move any second now.
All he could do was stare at your face, watching your cute yet scared expression—your eyes widening trying to adjust to the darkness that surrounded you.
He didn't rush, wanted to savor it. The way your chest rose fast, the fear beginning to set into your widened eyes, how you clung onto his larger arm.. thinking he would protect you from whatever predator was out there.
Oh, how helpless you looked in the darkness with nothing on but your boots and the sweater that barely kept you warm
Poor you didn’t know that he lied. Didn’t know that he planned this—planned to drag you all the way out here just to fuck you like how he’s been wanting to this whole goddamn trip.
The deer? Forgotten. Hunting? Just an excuse to get you alone. One second he was standing. The next, he moved like lightning.
Your clothes had been long gone, the rough wool of his coat scratching against your bare back as his hand clamped over your mouth to block out any sounds. Prone. Helpless.
The sight of you naked beneath him while he was fully clothed to stay warm made him feel like a true predator.
The crisp sounds of his hips slapping against your soft ass, his cock rutting in and out of your tight cunt. His heavy balls slapping against your leaking cunt, making your muffled cries of pleasure grow louder.
Your poor body felt like it was getting crushed, all the air in your lungs slowly leaving as the older man above you was now putting the full weight of his body onto you—trapped beneath his heaviness like prey under a predators weight.
You felt so fucked out and messy. The mixture of mud and sharp branches scratching at your bare thighs and tits, cold and dirty from being pressed flatley into the ground.
“P-please,” you whined out. All thoughts were foggy. Couldn’t think straight, couldn’t feel the cold air sting your skin anymore.
All you felt was pleasure, an overwhelming amount. Enough to make you cry and beg for more like the desperate little slut you were.
He didn't flinch at the tears streaming down your cheeks though. If anything, they turned him on more. The helpless crying of his best friends daughter who trusted him like family.
The flashlight that was thrown across from you when he manhandled you shined across your face, making the pleasurable tears on your red cheeks glisten.
The light slightly flickered here and there, signaling that the batteries were slowly dying.
"You don't know what you do to me, y/n."
He was hot and bothered, all sweaty, eager to cum inside you already. His groans were growing louder with each thrust, his hip movements getting sloppier, and sloppier.
God, it felt so good, and you hated it. Your body kept pushing into his for more. Wanted to feel his cock reach places your small fingers couldn't reach.
“Tell me to stop," he grumbled as he buried his face deep into the curve of your shoulder.
It was a test. A cruel one.
“Just fucking tell me, y/n.”
His tone was weak, as if he knew this was wrong. Taking his best friends daughter out into the woods, far from any form of saving.
He wanted to stop, but he couldn't. Every whimper that left your mouth, every clench from your warm cunt, every whine for him to go slower--it only pushed him further away from stopping.
The least he could do was let you hold his hand. Knew you were doing such a good job when he felt your grip weaken the harder he fucked you.
He waited for your answer, kissing your shoulder—wet and soft, then he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. A loud yelp left your lips before you finally answered like the good girl you were.
“d- stop,” you whispered, your breath shaky. You were hesitant, didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
But it was too quiet. Maybe you didn’t want him to hear, didn’t want him to stop. You were enjoying this far too much—him using your body and getting pleasure off of your pain and cries.
Oh, how he used your poor body like a fleshlight. Enjoyed how his cock hit all the right spots. Enjoyed how he took control of you and didn’t let you think for yourself.
His harsh thrusts suddenly came to a halt, his wet lips leaving your neck, his sweaty, now bare chest unsticking from your back.
The forest seems to pause too. No animals, no wind.. just pure silence.
He towered over you, chest heaving, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his breath visible and dangerous looking.
The flashlight finally died with a sad little beep.
