The bed rattled beneath his weak thrusts. You didnât know how much more you could take of this, laying limp under Kevin while he fucked you. On nights like this youâd think of Kyle as much as you didnât want to. He would always know when to be gentle or rough. After long hard nights at work heâd be so soft, kissing down your body like you were something to worship. His thrusts were slow but intense, ensuring to keep eye contact until you unraveled under his touch. On other nights, after a fight or after heâs home from deployment it would be carnal and intense. His hand would grapple tightly in your hair, his breath would fan against your ear as he whispered some of the dirtiest things that youâve ever heard in your ear. His thrusts were harsh but even then, managing to keep a steady pace as he slammed into you.
âGonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cumâ You were snapped out of your thoughts by the harsh breathy request. You liked him of course you did, sometimes you just wondered if you rushed into it. You broke up with Gaz because he was always away with work, arguments becoming more and more abrupt. After you broke up you were lonely and your pride was too strong to allow you to run back to Kyle so thatâs how you ended up with Kevin. And he wasâŠfine, he was nice, just different. Your relationship was calm, simple. And, thatâs what you wanted. Right?
Kevin didnât do aftercare and you were ok with that, you guess. Heâs simplistic, he doesnât need to do aftercare. Thatâs just your relationship. âDid you finish?â He asked, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before flopping back onto his side of the bed. You nodded and plastered a smile on your face. âGood.â With that he promptly rolled over and fell asleep leaving you alone with your thoughts, with your memories of Kyle. He would always give proper aftercare, carefully wiping down your sensitive pussy and sticky thighs, whispering sweet praises in your ear, holding you close as you slowly drifted to sleep in your big arms. He was stuck firmly in your head and it was infuriating. You wanted to go over to his flat and punch himâŠand then suck his dick.
It has been two hours since he fell asleep, you were alone here in the dark and desperately horny with a broken vibrator. You sigh and get up and slip out of the sweaty sheets and wander into the cool air of the living room. Your phone was held tightly in your fingers. You stare at your list of contacts, his name still in there, the last in âKâ. One click. That is all it would take to get to talk to him again. Nothing serious, completely innocent. People chat with their exes all the time. Slowly, you clicked his name and then proceeded to pace round the room while the phone rang. He was probably out, with another girl or getting drunk or at work. He could be in the middle of fighting a war and youâre here calling him. What are you doing?
Before you could hang up and get back into bed resuming your normal simple life he picked up. You thought you were going to throw up at the sound of his voice, he didnât even sound angry, completely neutral. âHello?â Deep, familiar, sexy. Your heart skips a beat at the sound of your name coming out his mouth. Pathetic. It felt like when you first started talking to him everything was so exciting for no reason. It was driving you insane. You didnât want to think like this but your mind was against you. You were fighting a loosing battle.
âHi.â You squeak, eventually you stop pacing and flop back onto the couch, fiddling with the hem of your pajama shorts. You were full of nervous energy. âI didnât know if you were working or not. Probably shouldâve checked first.â The words stumble out of your mouth clumsily, not like the sharp wit you were used to using against him.
âYouâre fine, lovey.â He soothes, his voice remaining silky smooth. You donât bother correcting him on âloveyâ, deciding to allow it you also donât admit that you like it a little too much. âHowâs whatâs his name?â He knew his name, you know he knew his name but instead heâs keeping up the unbothered act.
âKevin and yeah heâs fine.â You mumble not going into any more detail then you have to. You didnât call him to talk about Kevin, you didnât even want to be thinking about Kevin right now to be perfectly honest. âHeâs asleep.â
âAh bet he doesnât know about this.â His voice sounds sincere but really you could hear the smirk in his voice. Smug bastard. âThere any reason youâre calling me? This...Kevin not cutting it anymore?â He hums down the line, his voice low and dark making you squirm in your seat.
âNo..â It came out in almost a whine which didnât help your case. You took a deep breath and cleared your throat in an attempt to collect yourself but you couldnât stop the heat from pooling in your stomach. âNo, heâs good, great even. More than cutting it.â A lie, a big fat lie and from the silence down the line you could tell he knew.
âWhy did you call me then?â He pushes. He couldnât just hang up but instead he just keeps poking at you. This time it was your turn to be silent. You knew exactly what to say, exactly what he wanted you to say but instead you couldnât bring yourself to do it. You couldnât bring yourself to say I want you to fuck me or he doesnât fuck me as good as you. âDo you know what I think?â He drawls, opting to break the silence himself. âI think that you want me to make you feel good but youâre too scared to say it. I think, no, I know, your little boyfriend doesnât know what the fuck heâs doing.â His words carried weight, they were dark and promising. âYou need me, love. I know that much.â As condescending as his words were, they didnât make you any less wet, you could feel yourself getting warmer by the minute.
You can feel the fight seeping out of your skin already. You donât want to fight, all you want to do is let him take control. Despite your words your hand slips down to the waistband of your shorts, hesitating as it reaches the elastic. âThis is bad.â You whisper, nervous that any minute Kevin could be walking in on this. You just wanted it so badly. âThis is so so bad. Wrong.â You rationalize though thereâs no point in it neither of you are listening to it.
âItâs one night.â He reassures making your hand which was once lying flat on your stomach slip under your clothes to feel the sticky heat of your cunt that had been collecting. âOne night of you finally getting what you want. Thatâs not bad, thatâs not bad at all.â His words were like poison, infecting your mind. Heâs ruining you and you didnât mind one bit. It was all so gentle, something so slow and sweet but the edge was prominent. You both knew this was wrong and thatâs what made it so good. "You can keep touching yourself, you can. You've just got to listen to what I say, I'll help you feel good." He guides, his orders so firm but so gentle at once. "Keep rubbing your clit, nice and slow like I used to do when you felt like being bratty." You follow his orders quickly and let your hand slide under your underwear, rubbing yourself slowly, slick collecting on your fingers. Your moans were getting louder and more erratic. He was basking in it, you knew he must be. You could tell as his orders were getting more precise. "One finger in, just one." You whined at that, one finger wasn't enough. It wouldn't feel anything like him. Despite your pleas he wouldn't budge. He knew what he wanted and he wanted you to listen to him. He wanted to be in charge again. "Just one, if you keep complaining then I'll hang up and leave you with that pathetic boyfriend of yours." You didn't want him to hang up so you shut yourself up, pushing your index finger in your hole.
Your hips bucked up against your own hand, the pleasure slowly building. Your finger pumped in and out of your clenching hole, an obscene squelching noise following with every thrust. "Please," You begged meaninglessly, you didn't know if you wanted another finger or if you wanted to cum right then or if you just wanted him to be here with you. "Fuck. Feels good." You moaned simply, words feeling heavy as lead coming out your mouth.
"Moan my name." It was clear what he wants, he wants to be the one to own you, the name you moan, the one to share a connection with you. "Moan my name and I'll let you put another finger in, I'll let you finally stretch yourself out a bit." He coos, the offer sounding far too sugary sweet to resist.
âKyle. Oh fuck Kyle please.â You moaned down the line, high and whiny but this time toy hadnât attempted to tone it down you were too far gone for that. His order broke through your haze of pleasure allowing you to put another finger inside of you. You did, both your fingers now sliding in and out of your gummy walls. It was better. Almost like the stretch he gives you, almost
âThatâs it. Youâre always so good for me.â Kyle praises bringing that cool closer to snapping. He knew exactly what to say, what to do. Sometimes it made you wonder why exactly you broke up with him, the nostalgia rose coloured haze clouding your vision. You couldnât concentrate on that right now the only thing you could do is desperately trying to bring yourself to climax. âYouâre getting so loud. Youâre close arenât you?â
âYes, yeah. Close- Iâm close.â You splutter, biting down on your lip tightly to silence yourself. It was 4am now, the house even the city was completely quiet. You just needed to finish, cum without giving yourself away thatâs it. âKyle! Oh fuck Kyle.â You moaned his name repeatedly not to get any sort of reward or to earn something, instead because he was the only thing on your mind.
âGood girl, such a good girl.â His praise is soft and genuine leas dark from when your fingers were stuffed deep inside your cunt. It was like he wanted to crawl through the phone and stroke your hair, kiss your forehead⊠then your sore pussy. You curled into the soft plush of your couch, you needed to get up and shower, wash the cum from your thighs and the guilt from your skin. Act like this never happened. He apparently had other ideas.
âGo unlock the door. Iâll be there in half an hour, someone needs to help get you cleaned up.â
Lieutenant Price who canât keep his eyes off of you at the bar, cheeks red with heat and want that he canât even begin to tame
Lieutenant Price who takes an extra shot of rum before shooting his shot
âThis seat taken?â
âDepends,â you reply, looking over the clean-shaven man who stands before you, âYou buying?â
Lieutenant Price who wrings his hands behind his back as he confidently asks you out, right up until you say âyesâ
Lieutenant Price who tries his best to be a gentleman when he gets between the sheets.
Lieutenant Price who groans and grunts as he feeds his cock into your cunt, trying with every ounce of his will not to shove himself in up to the hilt before youâre stretched and ready
âMmâgod, darling,â he manages, shaking with the force it takes to hold himself back, âYouâre so tightâŠgod, I can fuckinâ see myself in your stomachâŠâ
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Captain Price who isnât afraid to let his eyes linger on you when he takes u to the bar with his boysâlikes it when you know that heâs always watching, that heâs always hungry
Captain Price who buys you an extra shot of rum before pulling you into his lap in the middle of the bar, feeding it to you while he blows cigar smoke out the side of his mouth
âCâmon, darling,â he drawls, âDrinks on me. Another one wonât hurt.â
Captain Price who brazenly slips his hands under the waistband of your pants right then and there, rasping a slow invitation back to his place while he pushes his fingers in and out of your slick folds
Captain Price whoâs so far gone he canât act like a gentleman anymore
Captain Price who hustles you into the barâs bathroom and hastily locks the door, before he all but rips his belt out of his belt loops
Captain Price who holds you down against the bathroom countertop. He bullies his aching dick into your swollen pussy, yanking you by the hair just to keep you in place underneath him
âSit still, love,â he spanks you, grabbing a harsh handful of your ass right after, âBehave, and I might just let you lick me clean when this is all over.â
gaz does not get enough love on this platform. i mean this man is the definition of ride or die. the man will literally support you in all you do, in any job that you want to pursue. and he does so with a smile, a wide, genuine smile, and many, many assuring kisses. and he does it happily, because the man is literally a fool for you, he's so in love.
plss, he's also that one saying that's going around : "working so my wife has a coffee shop that loses 50k a month." not that you would have a failing store of any kind, just that he'd have the money to let you do whatever you wanted to do, without it being a problem. gaz would rather you not work at all but understands that you want something to do when he isn't home for weeks on end. he still pouts about it though, and sneakily tries to coax you out of it with sweet, lazy kisses to your lips.
( this is so random, but i firmly believe that gaz kisses your clavicle when he stands behind you and swathes you in his arms. fight me )
Kyle Garrick's fingers intertwined with yours, clutching them tight as he fucks you to oversensitivity. Fuck, he's not even thrusting so much as he is grinding against your sweet spot, making you see stars, tears hanging on your eyelashes.
Kyle who kisses your temple and tells you, "One more, darling," as you whine and shudder and tell him how you can't do it you can't cum again Kyle please, you can'tâ
Kyle who whispers, "Yes, you can," before slow-stroking you dumb. Again.
thinking about mafia!141 taking turns fucking you so good in front of your useless boyfriend/husband, making him see that he's just so pathetic because he took you for granted, realizing he's losing every bit of your precious heart with every orgasm the 141 pull out of you and make you forget all about him by the time you're slumped over his desk and passed out from the drunken pleasure. he's screaming protests as Johnny gatherers you up in his arms and carries you out of the room bridal style with a smug grin.
they punish him for stealing their money and selling information to another gang by repeating the process all over again.
(Unedited, just wanted to write something after so long of having no ideas)
This man is stubborn, my baby doesnât have many flaws (ignoring that heâs a war criminal) but he refuses admit heâs wrong. He also refuses to apologise because why would he apologise if heâs right? Thatâs a little harsh, he does end up apologising just with his dick instead.
The pair of you get in a stupid fight, something that was easily preventable but still ended up happening.
Youâre pissed off with him, giving him the silent treatment and not even bothering to sleep in the same bed as him that night. You take your pillow and spend that night on the couch ignoring his protests.
You wake up to the feeling of someoneâs lips against your neck and unless you have an insane stalker you werenât aware of, itâs Kyle.
âWhat are you doing?â You mumbled groggily, not bothering to push him away in your sleep addled state. You donât get a response instead you feel his calloused hand move down your stomach and slip under the band of your sweatpants. âKyle-â
âShhh. Let me make things better.â He murmurs and youâre unsure whether this is turning you on or making you want to slap him in the face. Your thought process was cut short when his fingers reached the soft cotton if your underwear, running them across your slit and making you gasp. You hated how good he made you feel but if there was one thing he was good at it was making you feel good.
âYou like that?â He almost growled his face moving to rest against the crook of your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of you. His thumb moves to brush against your clit making your hips involuntary buck into his touch. âGetting so mad over nothing,â His tone so incredibly condensing, you can practically hear the smirk on his face. âJust need a good fuck to sort you out.â
âYouâre an asshole.â You spit out though you donât stop him when he pulls both of your pijamas off and slips your underwear to the side. His half-hard cock rubs against your pussy, collecting the slick over his head. âYou donât listen, you just brush me off, youâre never even here.â You rant though your words arenât very effective, interrupted by harsh breaths of pleasure and stifled moans.
âI know, I know lovey.â He coos, almost sounding understanding and he was but you could discuss that later. He finally pushed his length inside you, groaning at the sensation of your tight velvety walls around him. His fingers find his way into your mouth, his index and middle slipping between your plump lips only allowing the sounds of your whines and moans to leave.
He fucks into you slowly, taking in every sensation. The feeling of your tongue against his fingers, the way you clench around him when he hits a spot that makes pleasure build in the pit of your stomach.
You had to remind yourself that you were mad but that was getting increasingly difficult with how he was making you feel. Your head fell back against his shoulder, a string of drool slipping down your chin and your chest rising and falling rapidly as your hips grinder against him to meet his thrusts. A mess. Heâd turned you into a mess.
âYou want to cum for me?â He asks like it was even a question to begin with. He removed his fingers from your mouth and rubbed his saliva drenched fingers against your clit once again, making you whine sharply in pleasure. âYou want to feel good for me?â
âY-yes,â you breathed out, trying to get your words out as quick as possible. âPlease, please. I want it want it so bad.â You babbled, begging as of your life depended on it. The coil inside you felt like it was about to burst. You had forgot about the argument, had forgotten about your annoyance, you just wanted him, you wanted him to make you cum. With one more snap of his hips and circle of his index fingers, you break. You gush over his dick, unable to stop yourself from moaning his name loudly even if it was probably making him significantly more smug.
His hands tighten his hold one you. One arm wrapped around his waste and his other holding your jaw to keep you pressed up close against him. He helps you ride out your orgasm while also chasing his, pumping rapidly in and out of your fluttering cunt. âSo good.â He praises, the words catching in his throat as his own pleasure builds. Even when the pair of you are arguing he always manages to let you cum first. âSo, so fucking good for me.â He grunts as his load spills out into you, filling you up with his hot cum.
That night you feel asleep on the sofa with him still inside of you, snuggled close to each other. That morning Gaz wasnât there, he was making coffee and when he arrived back to the living room he sat in the exact same place and discussed said argument. Communication!
Gaz looks like he gives really good hugs and really good couch snuggles.
Like watching a movie, right, and you just fall asleep with your head either on his shoulder or lap.
if itâs his shoulder, he shifts down just enough that your neck wonât hurt too badly. Makes sure youâre covered well, and leans his head onto yours once heâs sure youâre very asleep.
On his lap and heâs rubbing his fingertips through your scalp, making content shivers run down your spine. Puts a thin pillow under your head to boost it so your shoulder wonât be out of whack when you wake up.
and hugs with gaz, oh.
theyâre safe. He lets you nuzzle into him whatever your relationship is. Wraps his arms around you and squeezes just so. Does that hug where he catches you and swings you around, especially after deployment. Loves to tangle his fingers in your hair and breathe in your shampoo and perfume whenever you hug. Cradles your head in his hand and had the other wrapped around your waist, protective.
esp. after a hard day. Definitely will hold you for hours if you need the support. Whether itâs just sitting there watching something on the telly or crying into his shoulder heâs always there as a friend or a lover.