LOVE ME HARDER
── 𝜗ৎ in which liquid courage ends up with you tied up and fucked stupid!! ── 𝜗ৎ pairing(s): hanta sero x fem!reader ── 𝜗ৎ cw: 18+ MINORS DNI explicit smut ahead, established relationship, porn w/ (little) plot, girl talk turns into getting wasted, reader kinda introverted, improper use of quirk, bondage, minor exhibitionism, MANHANDLING, mating press, choking, degradation + praise, rough sex, spanking, oral (fem rec.), spitting ── 𝜗ৎ wc: 6.4k
divider by @/cafekitsune
SEX WITH HANTA was good. Great, even... Yeah, it was amazing sex.
Was that the truth, or was that what you were trying to convince yourself nowadays? You really aren't too sure.
"...I don't know, I feel weird talking to you about this." Your groan is muffled in your palms. Mina laughs at your predicament without a care in the world.
"I think you just need another shot!" She perks up, already waving over the bartender.
You look through your fingers blearily at the arrangement of martini glasses and shot glasses the two of you had amassed. "I thought you said we were keeping it chill tonight?"
"That was before we started talking dick." Mina's hand tapped the side of her head to emphasize her point, like it needed anymore with how blunt she was being.
"Mina!" You whine, but she's already sliding the new shot glass towards you.
"Don't be a bitch," she snickers, raising her glass up to yours. "Drink up, babe."
You roll your eyes, downing the shot anyway.
The liquor burned your throat and warmed your body quickly, easing your mind of any doubts you were having seconds before. "Okay, for once, I think you were right," you breathe, exhaling out the alcohol from your mouth.
"Girl, quit being a prude and spill." She giggles, adding the shot glasses to the tower of used cups, much to the bartender's dismay.
He'd tried to collect them beforehand to add to the dishwasher, and, well... it didn't work.
"I just..." You sigh, swirling an empty martini glass in circles, "Hanta's amazing, and he makes me... y'know," you mumble, eyes shying away from her.
It was embarrassing enough talking about this in general, but talking about your sex life with one of his closest friends made it a bigger pill to swallow.
The knock on the table broke you out of your daze, your eyes quickly snapping back to hers, "I kinda, sorta.. want him to tie me up, and like... be a little more rough..." You stumble out quietly, glancing to your sides to make sure no one else heard.
When your eyes meet back with Mina's, you're half expecting her to be laughing, maybe even be disgusted with what you were saying, since that was her friend.
What you were actually left with was her face showing nothing but... boredom? The closest thing to laughter was the scoff she gave you. "Oh my god??" She leans forward, nearly knocking over one of the empty glasses. "That's it? That's what's been eating at you???"
You side-eye her, "...What do you mean 'that's it'?" you ask quietly, swirling the empty cup around.
"Like what I just said," she grins, leaning into your bubble with her eyes watching you closely, and suddenly you feel like you're in the eyes of a predator. "So..? Is that it?"
You instinctively shrink back, "Uh, yeah?"
Mina sighs, "Oh my god," she groans, pressing her cheek onto her fist, "I thought you were gonna say some crazy shit, like… somno, or- fuck, I don't know, but not that."
Your skin heats up instantly, shivers shooting up your back, "Mina!"
"What?" She snorts, "You were doing too much, it's not a crazy thing to say."
You huff, crossing your arms even though you can feel your resolve weakening. "It's kinda crazy..."
"No, it's not, be forreal," she rolls her eyes, "You just want your man to, what? Take control a little more?"
Well, when she says it like that...
"...I said I want him to be rougher, and like... tie me up too," you say clearer now.
And then she just starts laughing in your face, again. Way louder too.
"Are you even hearing yourself?" she points at you while she's laughing to top it all off, "Dramatic as hell."
You groan, dropping your head to the table, "I fucking hate you."
"No you don'ttt," she sings, nudging your shoulder, "You're just embarrassed, and that's okay, you just need to get over it."
You lift your head enough to show her your glare, "I'm not embarrassed."
"Right..." she giggles, calling over the bartender again.
As she's ordering, your stomach begins to flip, and your mind wanders aimlessly.
Your gaze drifts to your phone sitting on the table, the screen faced down.
Then your mind drifts to Hanta, like how easy he makes everything feel. The way that he laughs things off that any sane person would get mad over, or how he never pushes for things you're hesitant on...
Gentle, he was always gentle.
Your chest twists, 'cause that's just the opposite of what you're wanting him to be.
"...Hey," Mina's voice cuts in, a lot softer this time. After you hum, she scoots closer, drinks placed in front of you two. "I'm gonna need you to stop overthinking this."
"I'm not," you grumble.
The knowing look she gives you is all the words she needs, you can see it in your peripheral. You sure as hell aren't gonna look at her, "Yeah, fine, okay.. maybe a little."
"Yup," she points, "You do this shit all the time."
"Do what?" You stare at the shot glass in front of your face.
"Uh... getting in your head instead of just-" her hands move vaguely, trying to grasp the words out of the air, "-like, talking to him."
You sputter out a jumble of words to try and justify yourself, though it's literal gibberish. "I can't just- I can't, like... It's not like I can just randomly bring that up, Mina!"
"Well, why not?" She holds up her shot glass, and like a magnet, you're mirroring her and taking the shot.
You exhale out the taste, coughing a little. "What if he thinks it's weird?"
"And why would he think that?" She doesn't even hesitate, mind you.
"I don't know?" You snap, with a little more bite now. "What if he just... doesn't see me that way?"
"Like what?"
Your hand waves off to nothing, frustratingly trying to communicate to her. "Like, I don't knoww, someone who wants that kinda stuff."
It's silent, and then she's laughing... again. The fuck is so funny?
"Babe," she says, tilting her head. "He's your boyfriend. And this is Sero we're talking about. Most he'll do is get flustered, maybe, and then ask how you want it."
You immediately look away, because that's not actually answering anything.
For emphasis, she leans closer, lowering her voice to a murmur. "...you really think he's never thought about it?"
Well, fuck... You haven't let yourself have time to even think about that... you've just been thinking for yourself.
Mina hums as she watches your facial expressions morph with your thoughts. "Yeah, I'm right, like alwayyysss."
Your head is dizzy, and you don't know whether or not to blame it on the liquor or the conversation.
The conversation's stunned for a bit until Mina reaches for your phone and abruptly swivels to face away from you.
Your stomach drops, "...Mina.."
"What?" She asks nonchalantly, as if she's not breaking into your phone while you're discussing your freaking sex-life.
"Don't do what I think you're doing..." You try peeking and grabbing over her shoulder, but she's already unlocking it.
"Mina!"
"Relaxxx, just drink your little drink while mama works her magic." She's typing, typing whatever sneaky shit she's getting up to on your phone.
"Mina, Mina, please."
She grins, holding it just out of your reach. You try to grab it (fail) and nearly knock over two empty glasses in the process.
"Mina, I'm serious-"
"So am I," she snaps, her voice more firm than playful now, "You aren't gonna sit here and spiral about your own boyfriend."
Fuck, why is she always right?
"...I'm not spiraling," you mutter weakly.
She raises her eyebrow, and you immediately sigh in defeat. "Okay... maybe a little."
"Exactly," she taps your phone against the table, "So here's what's gonna happen."
You're already dreading it.
"You're gonna call him, right?" She points at you, her finger going up and down.
"No." You shake your head.
"Yes."
"No!" You repeat louder.
"Yes!" She yells louder than you.
You shake your head, "Mina, I'm telling you- no."
As you pick up the glass, squinting to see if there's any more drink left in it, she's watching you carefully.
Then she starts to smile. "Okay," she hums, "then I'll call him."
You sputter, slamming down the drink, "Please stop it, like actually."
She squints at you, her smile growing as she taps away at the screen, and suddenly you can hear the phone ringing on speaker.
Your stomach drops, and you try to grab it from her, but she's swatting you away with quick reflexes. Sometimes you forget that they're all well-seasoned pro's.
"Mina, I swear to god-"
Hanta picks up on the third ring, his voice thick and groggy, "Hey, baby. Havin' a good time?"
"Your girlfriend is so fucking horny right now, you have no idea-"
You had to practically climb over the table to snatch the phone away, "Ignore her!" You stammer out after you flick it off of speaker, "She's drunk and evil."
You already knew he was sporting the biggest smirk on his face, probably similar to Mina's right now. "Horny, huh?"
"No," you say, probably way too fast, "She's just messing with me. We've been drinking a lot n' she's trying to embarrass meee.."
Mina leans in close to your ear, whispering loud enough for him to hear. "Tell him how you wanted him to tie you up-!"
You shove her off and stick your hand over her mouth, despite how she immediately licked your palm, "I'm hanging up-"
"Wait, wait," Hanta's voice cut through, his voice sounding a lot more awake now, "Need me to come get you?"
You bite your lip, and everything was already feeling so hot from the multitude of shots you'd taken in such a short amount of time... hearing his voice wasn't helping at all. "...Mhm, yeah, can you?"
"Of course, baby. M'on my way."
---
You don't even know how much time has passed, but what you do know is that you were now properly wasted.
The two of you were all giggles and stumbles when Hanta showed up. It was a blur of being in the bar to sitting in his passenger seat, with Mina knocked out in the back, snoring softly with her face squished against the window.
The drive was peaceful... for you. Your hands were latched onto his body throughout the whole drive, squeezing his thigh, playing with his hoodie, tugging at the sleeve. Every red light became an opportunity for you to whine in his ear and lean over for kisses.
Of course, he'd just laugh and give you quick pecks, muttering "yr'gonna make me crash, babe-" even though he's clearly enjoying the attention.
Once he'd made sure Mina got in safely, he slid back into the driver's seat, but you didn't even give him time to buckle.
You clumsily unbuckle your seatbelt, crawling over the console and nearly smacking your head in the rearview mirror just to get as close to him as possible. Hanta bit back a laugh, immediately grabbing your waist to steady you.
Your body's hot, mind's spinning, and the only thing you've got in your mind is how fucking good he looks right now. His hair's the perfect mess, and he's got on a baggy hoodie and shorts that you knoww would shrink off so easily.
"Hantaaa," you whine, straddling his lap as best as you could in the cramped car, arms sliding around his neck, "You're soo hot, mm'wan you."
His hands squeeze your hips to keep you from wiggling so much. "You're drunk as hell."
"M'not that drunk," you puff, immediately giggling and burying your face in his neck. Your lips kiss sloppily upwards along his jaw, "Jus' love you so much."
"Mhmm, love you too, baby." He hums, sitting still as you nuzzled closer.
"Noo, like I loooveee youu, n'your stupid cute face. Mmm, and your tape, yeah.. fuck 'specially that, wan'feel it on me s'bad," you slur against his neck, inhaling his musk that was feeling a lot like a melatonin right now.
You blink slowly as his hands find their way under your top, smoothing over your skin. "Is that what Mina was talkin' about earlier?" His head tilted down to you, making you peek back to see his face as well.
You nod way too eagerly, almost knocking your forehead into his chin again. "Mmm, maybe... maybe not, I dunno," you mumble, your hands playing with the ends of his hair that tickle his lower neck. "Jus' want you to fuck me."
Hanta takes a deep breath with his eyes closed, collecting his composure to the best of his ability while you, his super hot girlfriend, were just spewing straight filth into his ear.
"Yeah?" He licks his lips, daring to open his eyes to see you staring up at him with bleary heart eyes, "I fuck you all the time, baby."
"Mm-mmm," you shake your head, "Not like thaaaat," you laugh, tugging at his hair. "Like... we make... love, we don't fuck."
"So you want me to fuck you like I don't love you, s'that it?" He's chuckling, and if you weren't so drunk, you probably would've noticed how hard he was.
"Yeah..? So can we?" Your hot breath fans over his neck, "Pleease, baby... I'll be so gooood." Your voice sloshes over his skin as you lean in to sloppily kiss his neck.
"Don't say things like that right now, fuck-" he sucks in his teeth, his hands gripping your skin like his life depended on it. "We're still in her driveway, she's probably watching through the window or somethin'."
You're barely affected by that, wet lips going up til your face met his, eyeing his directly with your glossy eyes. "What does that have to do with you and me?"
"You're shitfaced, baby. I'm takin' you home." His eyebrows raise with a slight smile watching you pout.
He at least endears you with a chaste kiss before helping you back to your seat and buckling you in, but you're already leaning towards him again like a magnet.
"Hey, hey, sit back now, c'mon," he hushes as he guides your smooshed cheek off of him, his gentle expression morphing into a deadpan when he quickly realizes that you're already sound asleep.
---
The next day, whatever Hanta was expecting to happen was definitely not this.
He texted you when he left early in the morning and had even managed to get home earlier than usual.
When he got home, you were curled up on the couch watching your show. He'd leaned down to kiss you, yet you merely spared him a glance before giving your attention to the TV completely.
It was fine, he didn't care at the time... You were hungover, so he was expecting a little grumpiness.
But as time passed, he came to the realization that you were definitely avoiding him.
In the kitchen, you would keep your back turned while you busied yourself with nothing. Any semblance of a response was quick and short.
During dinner, you're there, but your eyes are trained on the plate. You barely even eat, mainly just pushing the food around.
He'd had enough of it. After he cleaned up in the kitchen, he found you in the midst of pulling on an oversized shirt... his shirt.
"Alright." His voice cut through the air, making you still immediately.
In your head, it was like a horror movie as you slowly turn your head to face him.
He's leaning back against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He didn't seem upset, but he didn't look happy either.
"We're not doin' this all night," he continues when you don't speak.
You feel sick, and that pit in your stomach is growing by the second. "Dunno what you mean," you mumble, looking away as you smooth down the shirt.
"Yeah?" He scoffs, pushing himself off the doorframe. He's stepping closer, and the air feels like it's tightening. "Let's be serious."
You're busying your hands with nothing, adjusting the ends of your shirt that are perfectly fine. "M'just tired..."
Hanta stands in front of you now, "Tired, right..." he hums, his hands finding their way to hold your waist. "You gonna look at me or what?"
You puff out the breath you'd been holding when you shake your head, "No..." You mumble, proceeding to look up at him.
"You've been avoiding me since I got home." his voice is calm, and his hands are firm on your waist. "So what's going on?"
You take a deep breath, a bit easier when his thumbs are gently circling into your skin. "I just..." You glance away again, "...I said a lot last night.. and I feel sorta, like.. stupid."
He laughs passingly, his hands smoothing over your arms to reach your hands to intertwine his fingers with yours. "You mean when you climbed into my lap in Mina's driveway, or when you begged me to fuck you?"
You groan and shake your head, trying to pry his hands from you so you could hide away from him, but he doesn't let you escape his grasp.
"Hanta!" You whine, trying to shove his hands at him, "I was drunk, you can't use it against me."
"But it's fun this way, right?" He grins, bringing your hand up with his to kiss your knuckles. "I've been thinking about it all day, don't be like that."
You groan again, much more dramatic too, but you're not really trying to pull away anymore. Hanta takes that as an invitation, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.
"C'mon, baby," he murmurs, "Can't just grind up on me telling me how bad you want me to fuck you tied up n'rough, what kind of a man do you think I am?"
"One that doesn't hold it over my head the- aah, day?" You squirm as he begins kissing down to your jaw... to your neck.
"Nope," he breathes hot, the heat fanning over your neck that's wet with his saliva. "You got another boyfriend I don't know about?" His hands slip out from yours to pinch your hips.
"I was being hopeful," you grumble, squirming under the firm grip he's holding you in.
"Alright..." His face meets yours, his nose brushing against yours with his eyes stalking yours dangerously. "Then tell me again what you asked for last night. You really want me to tie you up?"
His hands roam down to grope the mounds of your ass, fingertips flexing dimples into them. "Be rough with you?"
You gulp down the pool of saliva you'd nervously gathered, heart hammering in your chest. The way his eyes stared down at you like this made everything feel just as nerve-racking as you'd imagined the night before.
After a second, you nod hesitantly. "...Yeah, I do..." You mumble, thighs clenching together under the heat of his stare.
Hanta licks his lips, there being the slightest shift in his expression at your admission. "Yeah?" He murmurs, eyes flickering up and down before he settles back to your eyes, "Can you say please?"
You roll your eyes, all the nerves you felt a few seconds ago were now completely shut down. "You're so stupid," you shove at him, fighting the smile you were wearing.
"There you are," he gloats, patting your ass in encouragement as he walks you back until your legs hit the bed, "You were so tense before, it's just me, y'know."
His body sandwiches you down to the bed, your back falling onto the mattress while he simultaneously presses over you. His thick thighs surround your hips, meanwhile his hands slide under your shirt to push up as he leans down to kiss you.
Hanta always knew how to turn your body to jelly with just his lips and his tongue. Always the one with the most to say, but you could proudly vouch that he could back it up.
His tongue swipes against your lips teasingly as he leads them to mesh with his, one hand snaking up to firmly caress your throat.
The kiss was deep and slow, but his commanding hold was contrastingly demanding. Your head spun, and your legs clenched eagerly. Every suck and lick of his mouth only made you yearn for more impatiently, your mind hazy with nothing but his cock.
"Mm.. Hanta-!" You mewl against his unrelenting touch, squirming under his weighted body.
It's only then that his lips drag down to your jaw, leaving you breathless. "Yeah, baby?" He murmurs into your warm skin, his hand dropping to grope your breast with a few squeezes.
You arch into his touch, whimpering as his thumb grazes your nipple. His chuckles rumble against your neck, clearly enjoying the state he has you in.
"What's wrong?" He teases, his body shifting down to envelope his mouth over the mound of one of your tits, suckling slowly.
"I... f-fuck-, I thought you said..." you trail off, suddenly embarrassed to even say it outright.
He pulls off your nipple, lips smacking off with a wet pop! His eyes find yours, and they're half-lidded, looking at you with the sexiest bedroom eyes you've ever seen.
"Thought I said what?" He coos, everything but innocence laced in his tone as his thumb rolls over your other nipples in circles. "Use your words, you were able to last night, right?"
You squirm under him, throat tight to muffle your natural reaction. "You said that you were gonna be rough n' like... tie me up," you bite your lip, exhaling sharply as his thumb flicks over your bud.
"Mhm..." His voice muffles into your skin as he kisses down your stomach, "What's with the rush? I can't have fun first?"
He settles between your legs, pushing them wider, initially with his palms.
Just as your body cuddled into the warm touch of his hands, cool tape shoots out from his elbows to wrap your thighs, securing them wide enough that you wouldn't be able to close them if you tried.
"There, happy?" He teases, running his hands up your inner thighs, "Spread niiice and wide, pretty girl."
"Yeah, are you gonna fuck me now?" You pout, your legs twitching uselessly under his mercy.
His hot breath fans over your clothed pussy, the warmth settling into the cloth of your panties. "You wanted me to be rough, I gotta get you nice and prepped for what m'gonna do to you."
And as nasty as his words were, his tongue juts out flat to slowly lick your pussy over the fabric, an erotic squelch sounding at his contact. "Shit-" he moans into you, "Forgot what a slut you are."
Your body's hot, shaken with anticipation and embarrassment from his words. "M'not a slut.." You mumble passingly with furrowed brows.
Hanta scoffs out a laugh, a finger looping under your sodden panties. He pulls it out far, just to snap it back to your cunt with a wet spank. "Not a slut, huh?"
He's silent, then with a puh! a wad of his saliva shoots down on it.
Your body reacts before you can think, your hips flexing up the slightest bit, along with a breathy whimper.
"Only a slut would like that." He licks his lips, a thrill in his eyes that you weren't too familiar with, "Fuck, baby... hiding this side of you from me, not cool..." He clicks his tongue as he tucks your panties to the side easily.
His thumb settles on your clit, easing circles lightly swiping at your bud. "S'ok though..." He spits again, the bead falling onto his thumb, mixing in with your slick. "...I have been too."
Your foggy brain doesn't process his words easily, given how he teases your clit. "H-huh-aaah!?"
Question turns to a squeal as two fingers prod through your hole, not even giving your clit much of a break because his mouth quickly replaces his thumb.
"Mm-hmmm," he moans as his tongue laps your clit and his fingers push deep and slow.
Your head is spinning with his ministrations, lecherous sounds echoing from the valley between your thighs. The slow drag of his long fingers, the suction of his lips at the peak of your pussy- it felt all the more stimulating when you were unable to close your legs.
"Hanta-aah, f-fuck-!" You whine, uselessly trying to free your legs from the bind of his tape.
He curls his fingers deeper, dangerously close to panging at your sweet spot. His eyes are trained on yours as he slurps up your goodness. His fingers start to pump faster, harder.
You want to thrash, but your bound limbs restrict you from doing so. As he jams his fingers in knuckle deep with such force, your hands shoot out to push at his head. "Aaah- s'too good-!"
Your efforts are in vain, because his head doesn't budge at all. If anything, it just makes his pace quicken and his lips suction even more.
"That's good, baby," he mumbles, his voice muffled and wanton with lust, "Fuck on me like that."
Your cunt's properly slobbered and sloppy, the nasty mix of saliva and slick sloshing together bounces through the walls as his digits squeeeeze inside your hole.
Your body's taught and trembling as your thighs shake against their restraints, stars soaring through your shut eyes.
"Hanta, f-fuc-!" You cry, all reason and meaning leaving your head. All you can feel is his tongue trying to fuck inside your hole with his punishing fingers, prodding against your sweet spot with practiced and primed accuracy.
He's focused, not even paying any mind to teasing your whiny moans and squeals. Squelches and puckers from his mouth fill your ringing ears as you cum.
He groans at the strangled hold your cunt encloses over his fingers, the vibrations making you twitch as much as the tape allowed you to. His efforts work you through each and every pulse, licking, sucking, fingering you until you're sobbing from the overstimulation.
Only when he peeps the dazed look in your half-lidded eyes does he finally pull his fingers out, giving your cunt a firm spank with his palm before crawling up your body.
When his mouth finds yours, he kisses you passionate and messily, grinding his hard cock up on your soaked and spent pussy. "So pretty for me when you cum, huh?" he murmurs against your lips.
"Mmm," you moan into him. Your body's so dazed and light, already aching for more feeling his fat cock rub up on you.
Your hands reach down to stroke him, his cock lying so heavy over you, thick and veiny just begging to be touched.
You stroke him desperately, the smeared pre lubing up his cock easily for you to play with. It was so heavy and hot in your hand, throbbing with each passing of your tight fist.
"God, please jus' put it in," you coax him in between stringy liplocks, "You're so hard right now."
Hanta groans into your mouth, hips twitching at your touch. "Want it that bad?" He nips at your bottom lip, pulling back to look at your fucked out face, blissful and beautiful in all your glory.
You're nodding at him, hand picking up enthusiasm on his length. It's like your eyes sparkle even more with the tears peeking at the corner of your eyes from your orgasm. Your skin is glistening in sweat so perfectly, his cock throbs at the sight.
"Fuck me, Hanta..." You murmur, thumb fidgeting with his tip as you stroke him shallowly.
He sucks in a breath, and the dazed look in his eyes tighten into a focused expression.
His hands catch your wrist, pulling your hand away before you can leash him along even more into your desires. "Put your hands up," he hums.
You reluctantly do, though you're hoping it's because he'll finally give you what you want, need.
The familiar hiss of his tape whirring out happens in a split second, catching your wrists to pin them together above your head tightly before he connected it to the headboard.
"Hmm, yeah that's good.." He admires his handiwork, licking his lips as he undoes the restraints holding your legs apart. "Wanna keep these for me to hold down though."
He pushes your thighs to press into your chest, folding you as he pleases, settling between them.
His thighs flex where he knelt on the mattress, forearms thick and veiny, his happy trail leading your eyes down to where his cock hung so deliciously.
Hanta catches your eyes, smirking with a sexy fucking chuckle that made your cunt pulse around nothing. "Eyes up here, babygirl. D'ya want me to blindfold you too?"
You shake your head quickly, not wanting to be deprived of the sight of your man looking like a hunky porn star in front of you. "Mm-mm," you plead, but your gaze keeps drifting... down.
"You're so greedy," he teases, rubbing the fat tip of his cock up and down your squelching slit, coating himself in your juices. "Staring at my dick like a slut, matter of fact, makin' me slut you out like this too."
His tip feels so warm and inviting at your entrance, like it was just knocking so politely to come inside.
"Doesn't feel like you are to me..." You mutter passingly, impatiently, just needing him to be inside of you. He was talking about it so much, how he would give it to you, what he'd do, yet he was taking his sweet fucking time.
"That's not very nice," he clicks his tongue, thudding his cock down against your wet folds, creamy n' all. "Is that any way to talk to me when I have you tied up like this?"
You fidget beneath the confines of his tape, "Sorry, can you please hurry up and fuck me now?" You glare at him, trying to pull him closer with your legs.
Hanta's unfazed by your efforts to urge him, merely just amused, if anything. "You're hot when you're mouthy." He smiles, tapping at your clit a few times just to admire the way you jolt.
"Hanta..." You groan, hips twitching up and forward in hopes of his dick slipping in. He never deprived you of anything. He was always one to please you, give in to whatever you desired without complaints. "It's been like ten years, please."
"Don't even think it's been ten minutes, baby," he chuckles, smoothing his cock up and down your sappy slit.
You glare at him, trying to rock your hips again. "At the rate you're going at it'll be ten years, so stop teasing me and do it already."
His grin widens, basking in your frustration. "Bossy," he murmurs, "You're the one tied up right now, and you think being a brat is gonna get you what you want?"
You open your mouth to snap back at him, the frustration boiling through your skin, but he finally pushes in. One long, deep thrust that bottoms out completely.
The sudden stretch makes you moan out, your back arching animatedly.
"Fuuuck-" Hanta groans, his eyes closing for only a second, unable to keep his eyes off of you for long, "So tigghht, s'what you wanted, baby?"
All you can do is give a dazy nod, your body buzzing in delight with how full your pussy feels. "Mmm.." You hum, your legs relaxing in his grip.
He licks his lips, basking in the way your needy cunt pulsed around him. "Yeah, I'll give you what you wanted."
He begins to move with deep, heavy strokes that're stretching your gummy walls so perfectly around his thick, veined dick.
Your head spins with every thrust as he bottoms out, the head of his cock so hard as it throbbed with each swipe against the ridges of your sopping cunt.
He fucked you good, so, so good. But your body still craved more. Call it greed, you didn't care. All you cared about was getting properly fucked with that monster you called your boyfriend's dick.
"H-hanta-" You moan, hands jerking against its restraints. You wanted to wrap your hands around his neck, n'feel him close to you so you could whisper to him your true desires. "Need... more.."
"More?" He scoffs, slowing down. On purpose, or was it so he could hear you clearer...? You would never be able to tell with him. "Wanna tell me what more you need?"
You huff out a whine, already sexually frustrated and desperate for him to give it to you. "Harder, please-" You blink slowly, trying to wiggle your hips to meet his strokes, "Don't worry about me, just fuck me rough like I asked for."
His eyes widen a bit, his movements stalling too. And it was that moment where his expression changed. His eyes darkened, and his lips curved into a malevolent smile.
"Shit, when you say it like that-" His hands grip your thighs harder, folding you further, giving a goood stretch to your hamstrings before he slams in with a louudd squelch. "Askin' me like a real slut, fuck."
The force of his cock shoving its way through your pussy made your voice shrill out in a half-cry, half-moan. "Mmf-fuck!"
"Theeere we go," he grunts, fucking you proper with ruthless, jackhammering thrusts. "Nasty girl."
His heavy balls spank your ass with each wet plap! that was music to his ears. He was mean with the way he pumped through you. The head of his cock bullying your sweet spot with practised accuracy, only from fucking you right so many times, yet this time he's letting loose.
You couldn't have even known the effect your words were having on him. His pretty girl, laid out on the bed so vulnerably for him, begging him to fuck you senseless.
The strings of your slick webbed out with every disconnect of his cock from your tight hole, creaming messily with each slap. "Can't..haah, believe it.." He chuckled breathlessly, peering down at the mess between your legs.
His palm settles over your lower tummy, thumb pressing into your clit, all the while he splits your pussy open with loud, heavy-hitting thrusts. "Where've you been hiding?" He moans through gritted teeth.
The sudden pressure mixed with how smooshed you felt with your bound wrists and pinned legs made everything feel so impossibly fuller. His chubby cock bulges against your pliant cunt, plunging deep unapologetically.
Your eyes roll back, "Fuck!" You sob as his cock rams into your sweet spot over, and over, and over, and over.
His eyes were blazen, fucking you deep into the mattress with punishing plows, completely drunk off your cunt.
"So good," he groans, his voice raspy and lust-filled. Your gooey, leaking sap coated the base of his cock from how much your hole twitched and squeezed. "Gonna use this pretty pussy all night, shit- you'd like that, huh?"
He can tell by the way your cushy walls hugged him tight that you were close. It only excites him more, his body following his hands that pressed your legs down to your chest.
His body weight is crushing you, making his cock push so much deeper than before, and his hot, ragged breath fans over your neck.
You were crowded with nothing but him, all that your brain could see, think, feel- Hanta, Hanta, Hanta.
"Yeah, that's my name, baby," he licks your ear, "S'that who's fucking you this good, huh?"
You're crying, salty tears streaming down your cheeks. It drops down the sides to your ears, and he eagerly laps it up. "Haaah-Hanta-!" Your body tenses as your second orgasm comes over you, eyes rolling back.
Hanta moans into your neck, hot puffs of air blowing over your sweat-slicked skin. The buzz of your walls pulsating and milking him pushes him closer to finishing.
"Yeaah, that's it-fuck, good girl..." He fucks you thoroughly, only slowing down for a mere moment before resuming his pace, "Squeeze me jus' like that."
He's keeping up, fucking you relentlessly with his body weight, crushing you deeper into the mattress as he chases his own high.
Your jaw's slack, long gone from where you could make sense of anything. The overstimulation's building, building to be too much too quickly. Your sensitive pussy flutters uselessly around him as he drills his fat length deep.
"Hanta-! S'too muchhh!" You cry through blurry eyes, trying to shimmy your way up the bed, barely moving centimeters under his deadweight.
Through his heavy breaths, he laughs at your efforts, shifting his position to grab hold of you.
He's now sat upright, and your fucked-out brain thinks you can get away better now, but his hands grab your hips to yank you back to where you were. "Where you going, baby?" He huffs, gliding out before slamming so deep, you think his thick cockhead swabs at your cervix.
"You wanted me to fuck you like this, right?" He spreads your legs wide, fingers dimpling bruises into your skin. "You're not goin' anywhere, I'm fuckin' this sweet pussy alllll night."
Between whimpers and sobs, your eyes roll with your head lolling back as well. He was fucking you as he pleased.
Hanta was right there with you, fucked out of his mind. It was like his body was on autopilot, mindlessly plowing into your hole that hugged and milked him so tight n' desperate.
With one last thrust, he buried himself deep, deep deep, cumming in thick globs of his seed. "Fuck, fuck- take it, all of it-!" He grunts as warm buckets of cum pump your cunt full, shallow thrusts ensuring it fucked well into you.
You're drooling with your wet tears that're drying up on your cheeks, pooling in your ears as you feel his cum pool up deep inside of you.
His cock stays inside for a bit, breathing heavy as his eyes skimmed from your fucked-out face to your messy pussy that his half-hard cock was buried inside.
As he slips out, his pearly release seeps out, slowly leaking down your slit. "So hot.." He murmurs tiredly, fingers smearing the mess around, til his eyes flick back to your face, "Mmm... and my pretty girl." He hums.
He dissolves the bindings of his tape, pulling you into his sweaty arms before you could even think to move, not like you would've anyway.
He peppers kisses over your tear-streaked face, lying down barely to the side of you before he pulls you over him, engulfing you in his arms tightly.
"You okay, baby?" His raspy, hoarse voice murmurs out. All you can do is nod lazily, still in that blissful haze. You nuzzle deeper into his neck.
"Mm-hmmm, perfect..." You whisper, also hoarse with exhaustion as you drift off to sleep.
