The free world
1k5 | Mo Lundy x fem reader | ao3
Summary: Mo, a former inmate, saves you. You get to know each other and learn to live with your respective wounds
Warnings: 18+ mdni. Virginity loss (m), piv, creampie. No age specified (reader)
a/n: This is a contribution to the boyd-a-thon @toxicanonymity Go check it out 🙏
This story is based on the movie "The free world". This is my favorite Boyd Holbrook movie. I highly recommend you to watch it if you haven’t yet ❤️
Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading, as always 💕
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Mo was on his way home, on a bus, after a day of work at the animal shelter. He was smiling, no longer just for dogs.
He didn't talk to them as much anymore, telling them that it wasn't so bad, the shelter. That he was so afraid of life outside, that sometimes he wanted to go back. To jail. Being imprisoned at 15 and having spent 17 years there, he quickly realized that life outside was complicated.
And then, you showed up at the kennel. 67 days later after his release. Frightened, like a wounded wild animal. He protected you, fed you, sheltered you after the death of your abusive husband, and you gradually tamed each other. Meeting you made him look at his days, his whole life, differently.
Sometimes he told himself that he was more afraid than you. He felt awkward. Too big, too thick compared to you. He was 32 years old but didn’t know much about life or people.
You told him he could sleep in his bedroom closet again, if he wanted. Since he had been released, he needed to sleep in that enclosed space, confined to him. It soothed him.
He liked having you at his house. He loved your gentle, calm presence. The silence you shared. Neither of you felt obliged to fill it. And both of you wouldn't have known how to do it anyway.
That afternoon, on the bus, he was smiling. The weather was nice and the sun was warming his skin.
The night before, he felt you lie against him, your back against his chest. You laid there almost every night now, when you weren’t able to shut down the fear in your gut after it woke you up. He wrapped his arm around your waist, like every night since the time you had done it yourself. At that time he knew that was what you wanted, needed, and he did it on his own. Each time, you sighed lightly in contentment and fell asleep, your back pressed against him. He loved this feeling of making you feel safe.
He woke up during the night, his cock was hard again. He moved his pelvis back, like he always did, so as not to make you uncomfortable. But that time, you pulled back too, and pressed your ass against him.
“Is that ok?”, you whispered.
“I…I guess”, he replied softly.
He didn’t know what to do. How to calm the fire in his crotch. He was afraid of being clumsy, abrupt, of scaring you.
“Don’t be scared, Mo”, you told him. As if you knew what was on his mind.
You pressed yourself harder against him, making your hips undulate gently. Very gently, so as not to scare him. You heard him breathing harder behind you.
He dared to kiss your shoulder blade, refraining from caressing your body with his hands. You took his hand in yours and kissed it. You closed your eyes as you did it, and kept his hand against your heart. You felt safe with him.
“Can I feel you more?” you asked him.
“What…what do you mean?”
“Can I touch you, there?”
“Yeah”, he whispered. “If that’s…what you want. I’m not making you do this, right?”
“No, I want it.”
You slipped your hand between your two bodies, freeing his cock from from the confines of his sweatpants. You lowered his shaft to make it slide between your thighs, and pushed your panties to the side. His cock was warm, thick and long. His tip brushed against your clit.
“I want to feel you there, Mo. But if you don’t want to, if you want me to stop, I will. Ok?"
“Ok,” he replied.
You squeezed his cock between your thighs, rubbing them against it. You knew he wouldn't last long. You brushed it against your folds as they slid down his shaft, covered by your wetness, and you lightly pressed his tip against your clit with your hand.
You heard him growl behind you, his forehead resting against you. You had imagined that moment during so many nights, lying against him. You came quickly, your clit trembling against his tip, your pussy clenching desperately, and his hot cum spurted onto the sheets. You spread it over your folds and your clit.
“Good night Mo,” you said.
You both fell asleep.
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He was still thinking about it when the bus dropped him off. When he came home and unlocked the door, he asked you if you wanted to know why he had been locked up. You told him that you didn't care, that you just wanted to know more about him.
“I ain’t no one”, he said.
“That’s not true. You work with dogs, you’re nice to me. That makes you someone, right?”
It made him smile.
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He woke up when he heard you scream. The fear gripped you during your sleep. He didn’t know what to do. He got up and walked out of the closet, moving closer to the mattress. He put his hand on your shoulder and said “shh, shh, you’re okay, you’re safe. No one will hurt you here.”
You were terrified, looking around you, at the walls, at the ceiling with widened eyes. Then you saw him, and finally remembered where you were. You grabbed him and hugged him. You needed his warmth, his body against yours. His strength, even if he didn't know what to do with it.
“Can you lie down against me?” you asked when you stopped crying and sniffing.
He nodded and laid down on his back, his arm hugging you close. His hand clutched yours on his bare torso. You listened to his heartbeats, which went as fast as yours. You didn’t move until your breathing calmed down.
You raised your face to his and your eyes met. You sat up and looked at his lips. When you leaned towards him to kiss him, you felt peaceful and calm.
“Can I feel you again? Like last night? Or…more?”
“I don’t know how to do it”, he replied.
“Can I show you?”
“I don’t know…don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t, I promise.”
You held him close, tilting his body sideways against yours. You kissed him, your hands roaming his cheeks, his shoulders. His lips were warm. He caressed your back with his hand, but didn't really know what else to do. How to touch or kiss you.
"Lie down on me. I wanna feel your body on mine.”
“Do I need to…” he asked, showing you his sweatpants.
“Yeah”, you replied, taking off your panties and your t-shirt.
He lay on you, careful not to crush you.
“You won’t hurt me,” you repeated, and he nodded.
You took his cock in your hand and rubbed it against your pussy, before pressing the tip to nestle at your entrance. You looked at him and waited, until he nodded.
“Go ahead, Mo. Slowly.”
He thrust, one hand resting on your cheek and the other under your head against the pillow.
“Ohhhh…oh damn, I…,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I know, I know. Keep going.”
He narrowed his eyes, as if concentrating. And he kept pushing, as you asked him.
“Oh my god”, you whimpered.
He pulled away suddenly, as if he had hurt you, squatting on the mattress. You sat down and stretched out your hand towards him.
“No, no, I’m ok. You didn't hurt me. Come back please. I’m fine, I promise.” He was scared, you could see it in his eyes. So you smiled at him to reassure him.
He lay between your legs again, and looked at you before nestling his cock in your entrance on his own that time.
“Do it again, Mo.”
He thrusted all the way, slowly, so slowly, and your hands gripped his shoulders, to let him know that you didn’t want him to stop. That you wanted to feel him. You felt your folds part under his cock buried inside you.
“Is it good?”, you whispered.
He nodded and smiled, softly and shyly, before laying his head on the pillow, against your neck.
He was so thick inside you that you were breathless. Your folds had just parted to let him pass. Your hand was placed on the back of his neck and you felt the drops of sweat under your fingers. The other hand was on his biceps. You focused on the sensations, on that feeling of being filled, knowing that it wouldn't last long. His body was thick, big on yours, but he was careful not to hurt you.
Even when he relaxed against you, you didn't release your grip. You heard him growling in your ear.
“I think I’m gonna…”
“I know. Let it go. Come, Mo.”
He grunted one last time and his cum spurted deep inside your pussy. You felt the spasms of his body against yours, his cock twitching in your core. You wouldn't let go of him.
He raised his head and looked at you, as if he suddenly remembered where he was.
“I’m ok, I’m ok”, you said.
You held him close to you, his cock still in your pussy.
You were overwhelmed by his sweetness, so different from your husband’s behavior.
“Before you, there was nothing. It was all nothing,” you whispered, your forehead against his.
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