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ocean-blue-whump · 2 years

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All Alone

For @whumpawoman Angstpril! Day 26 - Left Behind

Sunny + Star Masterlist

Sunny and Star Crew: @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpinggrounds @whumptakesthecake @justplainwhump @whumpfessional @winedark-whump @painful-pooch - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: pet whump, BBU, derogatory language, threat of noncon, sad Star hours

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“Get in there,” Mr. Bianchi growls, pushing Star into the small closet.

She turns around before she makes it in, growling at him. “No. I don’t want to.”

“Get the fuck in the closet, puppy.”

Star looks out across the hotel room, at Comet and Sunny, who are standing behind Mr. Bianchi. “I thought I was supposed to come with you, Sir,” she whispers, trying to make her voice as sweet as possible, trying to appease him. Anything so she won’t be left alone in the closet.

Mr. Bianchi sighs. “Do you understand where I’m going today? Why we’re here, not at home?”

Star shakes her head. Of course she doesn’t, he doesn't tell them anything, and if he does, she can never remember it. Too many hits to the head, or something like that.

“Dumb slut.” Mr. Bianchi stares at her, smirking condescendingly. “I have a very important business meeting. One where I’m not renting you and Sunny out, so I want my good pets. The ones who make me proud.”

Both Comet and Sunny look uncomfortable, but they don’t say anything.

Star clenches her hands into fists, setting her jaw and jutting her chin out. “I can be good.”

“Please. You look pathetic like that.” Mr. Bianchi steps forward. “You always say that and you never follow through.”

“Don’t fucking leave me!” Star’s eyes are wild with anger, with fear. Not the closet. Please. She doesn’t want to be alone again. “I’m useful. You like bringing me to these things, I can help you!”

“Only when they want something to use,” Mr. Bianchi hisses. “Like you did for Mr. McIntyre.”

Star’s face flushes, remembering the Irishman and what he did to her…

“Whatever.” Mr. Bianchi takes another carefully measured step forward. “Get in the fucking closet. Don’t make me ask again, or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Star snaps, internally cursing herself. If she wants to avoid the closet, to stay with her bonded, she has to be good. She falls to her knees, batting her eyelashes. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me, Sir.”

“You’d be more convincing if you weren’t swearing at me a few minutes ago. If you really want to be sorry, then get in the closet.”

“Please.”

“Would it make you feel better if I let Comet beat you first?”

For the briefest of moments, Star swears she sees revulsion flash in Comet’s eyes, but he schools his face back into neutrality.

Star is well and truly alone, and she focuses back on Mr. Bianchi. There’s no getting out of this, she can tell that much. “What if I run?” she asks, fire in her eyes.

“You’ll run where, puppy?” Mr. Bianchi lets out an amused, barking laugh. “You’ll leave the hotel room and everyone will see what a little slut you are and send you to the pound. If you even get that far. I know you won’t leave Sunny.”

He’s right. She can’t leave her bonded behind and that’s the only thing stopping her from leaving.

“Stop dragging this out and get in the goddamn closet.” He takes another step forward and grabs her collar. Her heartbeat stutters, she can feel his breath on her neck. “Come on, puppy slut. You’re either going to feel so fucking good when I get back—“ His hand dips down, brushing across her ass. “—or I’m going to make your life a living hell and add another scar to that gorgeous, fucked up face of yours.” He grabs her roughly, drawing a yelp from her. “What’s so bad about the closet, hmm? I want the truth.”

Humiliation washes over her, cheeks turning red. “I don’t want to be alone,” she growls. She hates him and she loves him and she can’t lie to him.

“Aw. Poor puppy,” Mr. Bianchi mockingly coos at her. “Get in the closet.”

Star looks at him with bitter fear and anger, her heart dropping as she backs into the closet.

Mr. Bianchi grabs black rope and winds it around her wrists, leaving them bound in front of her. “Get comfortable while I go get the gag,” he says, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “I need to store my puppy right.”

Star settles, sitting with her back to the side wall and her legs curled into her chest. Deep sorrow is already pooling in her lungs and the door hasn’t even been closed yet.

Comet and Sunny look down at her, not saying anything. She wants them to, wants them to scream and fight back and do *something,* anything to get her out of this.

They don’t move.

Mr. Bianchi comes back with a red ball gag and grips Star’s jaw, forcing her lips to part so he can shove it in her mouth and buckle it behind her head. “Pretty,” he says, brushing back her hair.

The gag is already hurting her jaw, drool dripping down her chin.

Mr. Bianchi backs away, giving Star a smile. “See you in a few hours, puppy.”

There’s no ceremony as he closes the door, just darkness falling over the shaking, scarred body of the pet. Some light peeks through the slats in the wood, but not enough to bring Star any sense of comfort. She doesn’t mind the dark. It’s the loneliness that gets to her in the end.

She hears the door to the hotel room slam shut and knows that she’s well and truly alone. WRU made her need to be touched, made her crave something against her skin, a caress or a fist or a whip. She wasn’t meant for loneliness.

Star tips her head back and starts tapping out a rhythm on the wall. All of her first memories are songs, she doesn’t know why.

A single tear slips down her face, she tongues at the gag. This isn’t her purpose but it has to be now. She was bad and this is what bad pets get.

They have to be alone.

She has to lean how to be alone, so she keeps tapping out the rhythm of the song like she’s drumming with her bound hands.

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vintagexherry · 8 months

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Child's Play [8][Finale]

Part 7 here

//NSFW, First Times, Bit of Blood, Oral, Bit of Crying,Bullying, Fingering,Implied Non Con,Manipulation, Dubious consent, Threating, Forced Intimacy.

A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so im sorry if theres mistakes.

Previously

"Mmmm, you taste better than I imagine."

You didn't care anymore.Your tired body slowly succumbs to sleep while Miguel once again hugged you against him.

With that you both fell asleep.

Once you woken up, Miguel wasn't beside you.

You looked at the clock at the nightstand seeing that it's ten-forty five in the morning, you can't help but feel surprised you woke yourself up this early.

While you notice Miguel wasn't beside you, you took the time to mentally prepare yourself for what this day to come.

First, you gotta get ready and unpack your dorm.

Second, you gotta meet up again with Miguel's mom, who's probably making breakfast since you hear sizziling downstairs.

...

You rack your brain for more but you gave up.

But curse your brain for thinking, you suddenly remembered last night, which made you abruptly sit up straight.

As you did, your eyes fell upon the panties on the floor.

Your panties.

Teared in half.

What a way to start your day.

You sighed deeply, remembeing Miguel's way to "relax" you.

How could you ever enjoy that.

Your head was filled thoughts but was cut out when you hear small scratching noises outside.

Curiosity got the best of you and you opened the door.

You were greeted with Lyla meowing at you as if to say good morning.

Atleast there's one thing you could smile upon this day.

You crouched down to pet her which she happily accepted.

After some moments, you gathered your bearings, and washed your face and head downstairs.

As you head down even further, you smell the breakfast and you hear your stomach growling.

Not only your stomach but seems to be the voices of Miguel and Mrs. O'Hara.

"....Ya sabes como es tu papá, trabaja allá, trabaja aquí. Pero aparte de eso, ¿por qué no la llamas abajo? La comida está lista." (....You know how your dad is, work there, work here. But that aside, why don't you call her downstairs, food is ready.)

You hear Mrs. O'Hara speak and Miguel's footsteps approaching the stairs.

But he stops mid way as he already sees you go down.

"Oh! Good morning Y/N" Miguel said with a light smile.

"Uh...Goo-" You were interrupted when Mrs.O'Hara beamed at you.

"Oh, mija! You're already awake! Look at how pretty you are in that sleepdress, I knew I made the right choice,well then vamonos, I made Hueves Rancheros." (Let's go) She said as she went back to the kitchen.

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Breakfast went without a problem, aside from Conchanta teasing the both of you, saying that maybe the two of you did something last night.

You couldn't find the heart to look at her.

While you get prepared to go outside, Miguel is in his car waiting for you.

You then thought about where you are gonna stay since your gonna clean up your dorm.

You remember a friend saying that she's gonna have her own apartment and if you want, you could stay with her.

You go outside and head straight to Miguel's car.

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Car rides are always silent with Miguel.

You don't have the energy to fill it up, considering what he did last night.

Your thoughts then drive back to Steven.

You don't have the energy to deal with that right now.

What will you do once you see him?

Pretend everything is fine?

You inwardly groan at that thought. Forget it if you actually did see him. Will Miguel even let you speak to him?

While Miguel drives, he keeps glancing at you.

He remembers trying to hold back from hugging you again when he sees you with your morning bed hair.

The way you felt around his finger last night was unforgettable, it couldn't compare to any girl he fucked with.

He shook his head out from those thoughts.

He can't have a boner early in the morning right now.

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Miguel insisted on helping you unpack your dorm.

You tried denying him, but he had already moved past your form and into your room.

While unpacking your clothes, he goes around the place like he owns it and decides to unpack your study table instead.

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Time passes by quickly when your busy with your own thoughts.

Miguel tries to fill the silence with small commentary but for the most part you ignore him.

While Miguel turns on his car, you quickly notify him about moving to your friend's apartment, but he has other ideas.

"No."

"I-... Miguel, what do you mean 'no'? I can't just stay with you until graduation." You fought back.

"You're a smart person, no means no, plus my mom already likes you a lot, don't even worry about after graduation too. I talked to my dad, and I already made you intern in Alchemax." He finishes while he starts to drive.

He can't do this.

He can't just plan your life ahead without your permission.

But then again, when was the last time he did ask for your permission.

"Look, Miguel, I really can't, I want to stay with my friend I-"

"After all that my mom gave you, you're just gonna leave like that?" he interrupted.

"What- no, This isn't about her, I am thankful for what she did but I-"

"Then don't leave." He said as if he's trying you to convince you not to go to another country.

"Listen to me, Miguel...I don't feel safe when you're around, and I'm sure you know why, so for the last time, bring me to my friend."

Miguel inhales and grips the wheel tightly.

"And how bout you listen to me, Y/N. I already planned ahead, so your pretty little head won't think so much. A little gratitude would be nice."

"A thank you? Is that what you want? After all the scenarios you force me into and you want a little gratitude?" He better be thankful instead that he's driving or you might as well claw his eyes out.

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"We'll talk later." He said firmly as he parks the car, You didn't even notice you arrived.

A week has passed, and everyone you knew was preparing for graduation that's about to commence in two days. You already have your toga and everything. You admit that you feel happy you came this far despite everything, but there's one more thing.

You tried talking to Miguel about moving with your friend again, but all he did was pull your hair roughly to his face and threaten that if you speak a word about that again, he can make you not graduate.

You tried fighting back, but his grip on your hair is frighteningly strong.

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Two days have passed, and here you are with Mrs. O'Hara, she insisted she wanted to curl your hair and style your makeup a bit before all of you went to the venue.

Before all of you left, Conchanta wanted to take a picture of both you and Miguel and you forced a smile if it meant seeing her this happy.

The three of you arrived in the venue packed with parents,students and staff alike.

While teachers and staffs make their speeches, you were busy trying to look for Steven in the crowd of students.

Lo and behold, you did.

You wanted to wave at him, but he was too far away for you to notice.

You decided to do it later.

You got up the stage and got your reward and handshake and Mrs. O'Hara is taking a picture of you..

Before you knew it, everyone was hugging each other with tears streaming down and smiles on their faces.

You, though, were busy looking for Steven.

While Miguel is busy with talking to his own friends, you want to talk to your own.

Finally, you saw Steven, and without a second thought, you pulled him aside.

"Y-Y/N?"

"Steven!" You smiled while you hugged him as if he's gonna disappear in a flash.

Steven can't help but hug back even tighter.

"Ma-mate, I thought you died or something, not t-that you did but, you know."

You didn't do anything to stop his rambles but still continued hugging him.

But suddenly he pulled away.

"Wa-wait...No I can't."

Confused, you look at Steven for awnsers.

"Steven?"

"Look I...I think it's best for us not to talk...This wasn't about what happened during prom mate, It's just, your gonna hate me for hiding this from you but Miguel texted me a few days back...Well text isn't really a right term but more like demanded me to leave you or your future career will be jeopardised." Steven said as he tried not to break down.

You paused, collecting in what he just said.

Miguel really plans ahead, does he?

"Steven, I-""

You tried to reason with Steven more but it just seems like he wants to avoid it.

He has mentioned Miguel promising your safety anyway if Steven leaves you alone.

You tried convincing him that it isn't all that sunshine and rainbows.

But Steven couldn't do anything, instead he hugged you.

You froze.

Your head stopped thinking. All you could do was hug back.

Althought,It didn't last long since the next thing you knew is hearing someone's voice.

"You two done? Didn't I tell you to leave her?"

If looks could kill both, you and Steven would evaporate on the spot, considering how he was staring down at you.

You tried saying something, but a hand gripped your forearm tightly and pulled you away from Steven.

"Miguel! Let me go!" You tried wiggling your arm away from his grip, but he just tightened it futher.

He didn't spare any more second with Steven since he started leading you back to where his mom was waiting for the both of you to take pictures together.

Steven stood there, alone.

His body fills with regret as he watches you walk away.

But he remembers Miguel's words, the threats of what he can do to your body, or your career, or even your life. It scares him. He can never forgive himself for doing this, but he has high hopes that you will be safer.

Even if that meant him being away from you.

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A month has passed since then.

Miguel kept himself to his words that you and him are gonna work together.

You got your dream job being a geneticist, but is it really a dream if you're working with a man that plagues your nightmares?

After a week of your graduation, Miguel's father came back from a business trip and has talked with his son about you.

Miguel's father seemed to approve of you, so much for Miguel's delight.

Life with Miguel isn't always the prettiest but it gotten easier.

It took you several weeks to assure you that he won't hurt you, physically speaking.

Miguel and you lived with his mom and dad until Miguel surprised you with a private residence few blocks away from Alchemax.

He said it was a gift from his father to the both of you.

The private residence can fit two people or more. The backyard has a lot of space and even a pool.

The kitchen is an island type, with a sliding door that leads to a garden where you can freshly pluck vegetables and herbs.

You go upstairs and see each bedroom and guestrooms.

You can admit your in awe.

Rich people, you swear, can buy anything and won't even leave a dent in their wallet.

"I take it that you like it?"

Frick, you were busy exploring, you forgot Miguel's existance.

"I'd say it...Alright." You say monotously as you admire the bedroom, especially the walk-in closet.

Miguel chuckles as he knows the truth, especially the way you look at awe at everything.

This just proves that Miguel is perfect for you. Seeing that he can provide and impress you.

That reminds him, you two were getting risky and riskier the more you spend time with each other.

He started touching you more and more, he knows that you don't like it, fully aware of it even. But does he care?

No.

One time, he hugged you, and you tried pushing him off, but he just pushed you further into the bed and teared your underwear in half before diving a finger in.

A few days have passed from that, and he could still smell you from his finger.

Another time, you were feeling out of it, the reality of you spending your life with Miguel processed in, and you felt nothing but dead inside.

While laying in bed and contemplating your life. He removed your underwear. You tried pushing him off and telling him you weren't in the mood for it yet.

But he just swat your arm away and dived his mouth to your slit, licking every part that he can, sucking your clit with vigour and putting a finger in while doing so.

You tried holding your moans and gasps, but it was fruitless.

Months pass since then, and here you are admiring the cabinets and drawers your walk-in closet could offer.

He looked away from a bit and drifted his attention to the bed.

He suddenly remembered a superstition he heard from his mom talking to his tias.

Something about red underwear being a sole bringer of love. He used to think it's absurb, after all adults will believe any superstition they could come across to.

But now that he thinks about it.

....

He wonders what underwear you're wearing now.

Before he could ponder even more, he heard the doorbell rang, and it seemed like the movers arrived.

He goes to answer the door, ignoring his lustful thoughts.

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Two months passed, and both you and Miguel got busy decorating,arranging, and finalizing the house.

You admit during the entire moving in day, it was therapeutic.

You can purposely ignore Miguel without being too obvious.

The garden was your favourite part, planting and watering seeds of all kinds, either be it fruit, vegetable, herbs, or just flowers.

Decorating your room was nice, too, but not with full freedom since you are dreadfully sharing with Miguel. But nonetheless, you take what you can, something you learn when you have been with Miguel for the past months.

Arranging spices and dishware in the kitchen can also be in your list of favourites, labelling spices and arranging cups to your least, and most favourites. Even filling out your double door fridge with ingredients such as fish, meat and etc. During your stay with Mrs. O'Hara, she has given the time to teach you several recipes.

In short, you were having the time of your life.

Miguel says otherwise.

He tries to convince himseld he's contented seeing you get all giddy and comfy when decorating the house. Getting all whimsy in your little garden.

But try as he might, he can't ignore his sexual desires, sue him for sure, but can he really hold himself back when you look like the way you do?

The way your eyes smile slightly widens when you see your plant sprouting one leaf, the way your eyes read over the ingredients, the way you hum while you inspect the fridge when you think he's not there.

And the way your body bends over to pick up that fallen book out of your hand.

It just reminds him of that time when you gave him your panties in the library.

He wishes he could bend you over the study table, but he can't.

He wants your first time to be special.

Honestly, he surprised himself for lasting this long without penetration, only satisfying himself with oral (which you greatly improved) and fingering.

But that isn't enough for him.

He has needs.

And he needs to fuck you on the bed.

But how can he without looking too desperate?

He thinks and thinks and thinks.

And finally, a light bulb goes on.

He has an idea.

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It was late at night. You were bathing yourself, and Miguel went out to get something.

Whatever he means by that.

Who cares since you get to be alone to what feels like forever. You can't remember the time you were fully alone since Miguel stuck with you like gorilla glue.

Your thoughts then drive to these few months.

Living with Miguel became tolerable, not lovely, just tolerable.

Getting this private place was nice too, and the old neighbour nearby seemed kind.

Being able to work as a geneticist is nice. at least you got your dream.

It seems like Steven did too, you remember seeing an article of Steven and his brothers finding a lost tomb of Alexander the Great. Atleast his happy.

You can also admit that Miguel is good at bed. Who are you kidding? Of course he is, considering the number of people he slept with.

The first time you gave him oral was a nightmare at best though.

He one day came back with a sour expression, you didn't want to ask why, fearing you could possibly make it worse.

But curiosity is a thing, so you did ask but.

Curiosity also killed the cat.

Next thing you know you were forced down to your knees with a hard thud and carpet roughly scrapping your knees.

While you try to fight back, he keeps mentioning how much you make him hold back then going on to say how selfish you are.

The next thing you knew was your mouth being forcefully opened with one hand while his other unzipped his pants and wasted no time to put his dick into your mouth.

You swore you almost vomited during that night, with his dick thrusting too deep into your mouth but you managed.

But he seemed to notice, seeing as he thursted until you could feel his cock throbbed in your throat.

He made you stay like that for a while, while tears and drool dripped down to your chest.

He looked down at you and groaned loudly at how you look attractive below him. And after headfucking moments, he finally came down your throat.

You shivered from the memory.

You got out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around you as you drain the water.

While you watch it drain, you hear the front door open and your bedroom next.

"Mi vida, where are you?" Miguel asked.

You step out of the bathroom, and in the arms of Miguel, it was a box, and with closer inspection, you felt like you had seen it before.

"Oh, there you are! Perfect timing, I was you to try this on, and don't come out of the bathroom until you do." He said as he lended the box to you leading you back to the bathroom and closed the door.

You paused for a while, and after some time, you put the box on top of the sink counter and unwrapped yourself out of the towel.

Whatever Miguel gave you, he seemed nothing but excited.

You carefully untied the ribbon.

Oh....

That's why it seems familiar...

In the box, you see lingerine, a red one.

Lacey with expensive looking embroidery, unlike you previous given lingerine, this one doesn't have a corset.

Although it still has stocking, with straps you could connect to the garterbelt.

You decided to wear it, not wanting to know what punishment you could face if you didn't.

After strapping the strap of the stocking to your underwear, you look at the mirror and surprised with what you see.

The colour compliments your skin tone, and the design seems to be made just for you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on your door.

"You done yet, Mi sol?"

You took one last glance at the mirror and took a deep breath.

"Ye-Yeah! Im coming!"

You opened the bathroom door, and in front of you is Miguel sitting on the bed, frozen in place and in awe of what he sees.

He made sure the lingerine was tailored to your size, and it did your figure justice.

"U-um..."

Your voice snapped him out of his trance.

"Come here."

With a bit of hesitation, you followed his orders.

As you got closer, both of his hands didn't waste time to grab your waist to pull you closer for inspection.

His hands glide over the delicate lace and fabric. Sometimes, pulling back the straps to see it snap back in place, making you yelp in pain, he didn't feel an ounce of regret. Instead, his pants just felt tighter.

"No sé cómo me contuve después de todos estos meses..." (I dont know how I held back after all these months....)

You notice Miguel speaking under his breath. His words aren't clear enough for you to hear.

"We've spent time together for so long, mi vida....So please...Let me.." Miguel begged as he started placing light kisses on your stomach.

You know what he means, after all that oral and fingering, you know he isn't gonna be satisfied with only just that.

But your not ready.

You don't when you'll ever be ready.

Especially when it comes to him.

"Miguel....Look Im not-"

"You know I don't like repeating myself." You froze as he stopped his kisses but instead looked up to you with impatience written on his face.

Usually, you would avoid it and just follow after him.

But this is different.

"I-I know Miguel but-"

"Good, so you know what to do."

Your hands started shaking without you noticing.

You didn't know how long you've been standing there, but It seemed to get the attention of Miguel.

His hands started caressing your body even more, rubbing over your forearms, up to your back, until your legs.

That seemed to ground you a bit.

"First times are scary, hm? Don't worry, bebita, I'll be gentle."

You somehow highly doubt that.

You try to inhale and exhale, although it was shaky, it still did the job.

You still didn't say anything but Miguel took it as a cue to pull you to the bed until your completely layed down.

You can't help but feel your body tense.

This is it.

You're gonna lose your virginity to the person you hate.

Miguel, didn't waste time to get on top of you. He placed both arms between your head and admired you.

"Te ves tan hermosa el día que te conocí." (you look as beautiful the day I met you.)

You hate yourself for blushing at his words, you turned your head away to hide it.

"Aww, don't go all shy on me."

His thumb and index finger gripped your chin gently to make you face him.

His lips carressed yours in a passionate kiss, gentle yet impatient, loving but fierce.

If you're gonna lose your first time with this man, you might as well enjoy it.

You kissed back, and he couldn't hold back a small, muffled moan.

After a few seconds, he finally pulled back, both of you catching your breath.

He lifted his hands and pulled off his shirt of him. Next was his pants, leaving him in boxers.

The moonlight from the window highlighted his muscles, shadows dancing around both of you.

His hands quickly returned to caressing your body and lifted up to your chest to undo the bra.

"I should get you more of this, maybe in dark blue next, maybe even white..." He rambled as he finally took off your bra and threw it somewhere of the floor.

He leaned down to kiss your jaw, then your neck, until your collarbone where he started sucking, making sure to leave multiplr marks.

"O-oh...Miguel." You softly whined.

"Shhh....Déjame cuidarte" (Let me take care of you)

He continued trailing kisses and leaving marks until you felt his mouth on your pert nipple.

"Ah! Mig!-" Your hand automatically goes to land on his soft hair.

Your small yelps and moan continue as he sucks and slightly glides his teeth on your tits.

He lets go of your tit and does the same treatment with the other one.

You can't help but feel wetter from his actions.

You whimpered as he let's go and started trailing kisses again, leading more and more toward your region.

He lifts his head slightly to remove your panties, but not without admiring the wet spot on it, he groans at the sight.

Without further ado, he removes it and tosses it to the same place with the bra, leaving you with the garterbelt and stockings.

He didn't waste time diving to taste your slick with a big swipe of his tongue on your slit.

"Mmhm! Miguel!" Your hand gripped his hair while he continued his actions making you wet and wetter.

His own moans are muffled as he sucks on your clit.

Your moans did nothing but grew louder, making him more encouraged to put a finger in you, thrusting slowly.

You moan louder as you feel his index and middle finger curl up, hitting your spot successfully.

You suddenly feel your body tensing up more and more and you know what's coming.

"F-f-fuck, Migu-." You tried warning him, but it was too late, for the tension in your body snapped and you came.

Miguel licked and sucked more, not wanting to waste a single drop.

While you tried catching your breath, Miguel sat up and took off his boxers.

You look down and gulp. You already had experienced how hard it was to deep throat that thing. You're now nervous how your gonna take it in.

Miguel sensed your rising hesitation.

"Shhh...Its okay, its okay." He rubbed circles on your thighs and started undoing the garterbelt and removing your stockings, tossing them onto floor like everything else, leaving you completely naked.

"Respira hondo para mí, mi amor." (Deep breaths for me, my love)

You inhaled deeply, and Miguel took this chance to shove his tip into you.

You loudly yelp in pain, and your hands came around your body, and lips kissed your forehead.

"You're doing great, so great. No, no, don't cry, mi amor. You're doing great." Miguel continued reassuring you.

You didn't even notice that tears were coming down. You were too busy focusing on the harsh stretch you're experiencing. Sure, his fingers were something too, but it doesn't compare to his dick.

Minutes ticked by, and he thrusted a little more of his length in you, making you both hiss from the feeling.

"Ohhuhgg, fuck your tight.." Miguel groaned to your ear making you squirm.

You didn't want to look down, fearing how much was still isn't in you.

Few more minutes and you feel yourself loosen up more.

But Miguel is never known for patience.

He tried really, believe him but the feeling of your cunt sucking him in as if he's gonna disappear, just does things to him.

It doesn't help you're a virgin. His long, unfulfilled fantasy is finally coming true.

With that, he thrusted the rest of his length in you.

You screamed and moaned in pain, both pleasure and discomfort mixing together.

Miguel, on the other hand, moaned, his words slurred, mixing both English and Spanish together.

Your hands came gripped onto his back, and your nails scratching him, making Miguel hiss even more.

Miguel lifted himself up using his elbows to look down at you.

You couldn't get anymore beautiful can you?

Moonlight accentuated your features, your tears and sweat shine among it.

He couldn't help himself but kissed you deeply. Ingrating the taste and feeling of you.

"So good, so so good for me."

His hips started moving and he could swore you felt wetter and warmer this time.

He looked down to see the bedsheets stained with red, much deeper than your lingerine.

He finally did it.

He finally took you for himself.

You, on the other hand, can't focus much except for the pain that's blooming between your legs.

"Mig....It hurts..." You whimpered weakly.

"Shh, I know... I know, mi vida, just stay with me, yeah?" He kissed your forehead and leaned in so your foreheads were touching together, making you feel more emotional than ever.

Miguel soon felt you loosen up more and took that as a cue to thrust back and forth.

Your moans did nothing but spur him to thrust even faster.

Before you know it, his hips are slamming into you, making you both hear the wet slaps.

Miguel's grunts and your moans mix together into one, filling the room with it.

The bed creaks with the strength Miguel puts in his thrusts.

His dick reached places you didn't know existed in your making you arch your back when he continued hitting that one spot continues.

"FfUck!, Miguel, right- AH! There! Right there!"

Miguel listened as he thrusted into the spot that made you see starts.

"Te amo mucho. Dilo por favor, por favor." (Love you, so, so much. Say it, please,please)

His hips slowed down and you whimpered.

"I-I loveee you t-too" you weakly said but it was enough for Miguel.

He kissed you deeply while he thrusted faster and deeper this time making your eyes roll at the back.

Both of your bodies started feeling tense, and hips ploughed into you harder.

"Cum with me, cumwith me, cumwithme cumwithme cumwithmecumwi- SHI- FUCKING HELL, oh mierda eso es todo."

"MIIGUELL!"

The tension finally snapped as your fingers scratched harder at the back of Miguel.

Miguel couldn't careless when your cunt felt significantly tighter, milking him for all his worth.

Both your breaths are heavy. And bodies feel numb from the activities.

After catching your breath, your body feels tired, and your eyelids are weighing down.

Without knowing you felt asleep, ignoring the pain and the pleasure as you finally drifted off.

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It took a good minute for Miguel to finally gather his bearings.

He looked at you with nothing but admiration as your breath levels out while you sleep.

After a few more minutes, he cleaned you off with a damp towel and checked your body for any damages.

After confirming none major injuries, he finally lay down next to you.

He finally did it.

Got the person of his dreams.

Aside from challenges and tribulations.

He did it.

He has you in his arms all tucked in.

Took your first kiss.

Took your first time.

And finally, took you as a person.

And it felt nothing to him but Child's Play.

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A/N: We finally did it! I can't say im proud of this one tho, but thank you for those who supported me throughout the making of Child's Play.

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