#painslut

Starting out as “you’re way too big for me” and ending up as “why the fuck did you do that, that was awful. You’re still way too big, fucking hell. I don’t wanna do that again.”

First date idea:

I push you down a flight of stairs, and you crawl your way back up. We see how many times you can come back up in 10 minutes and then try to beat that record. Your reward will be hard fucking while I purposefully pin you on hard surfaces on your bruises.

I'll bite down on the cord of muscle where your neck meets your shoulder and feel your whole body go rigid and then slowly, slowly give. I'll slap you hard enough that your head turns and you forget what you were saying. Hold your jaw open with one hand and make you look at me while I decide what comes next. Dig my knee into your thigh and watch the bruise bloom over the next three days like a time lapse in a nature documentary. Leave welts on you in places only I'll see and places everyone will see, and let you figure out how you're going to lie about where they came from.

Fuck being gentle about it. Break yourself against me. I want to feel your teeth sink in when you run out of ways to say stop. I want your nails dragging down my back hard enough to draw lines that'll sting in the shower tomorrow. Throw your weight into getting free and feel how little it changes. Exhaust yourself. Wear your fight down to nothing against me until your arms are shaking, your breath is ragged, and all that thrashing quietly stops as you go soft and heavy in my arms like something that finally got too tired to keep running.