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-Want to wreck me and my back out? 🥴-
Jesus christ I was so dumb, why would I send that?! We only just re-met not too long ago, why’d he even agree to it? We screwed once in high school and kept in contact for another year to be fuck buddies, but nothing serious.. I absolutely destroyed my old phone by accident so, not like I could recover the number anyways. I barely even thought he wanted my number again.
-Yeah sure, my place or yours?-
Maybe this might work out… Without a second thought, I started to type away. Until I realized it might be weird if I went to his place, what if he thinks I’m going to save his address and leak it? Or uh.. Stalk him? I know I would be overthinking this, it’d just be like how it was 10 years ago. It’s just a hookup, a one-night stand. “Uhhhhmm…” I mumbled, slowly deleting the text I wrote. I hesitantly typed out my response.
-Let’s do mine, I have a roommate tho :/-
-Alright that’s fine, want me to come over like tomorrow?-
I smiled to myself, everything was going too well. Since we had a plan, that means I could prepare. I was thinking of getting myself something to wear when he came… I switched positions to be on my stomach and directly on top of a pillow, giggling like a 12 year old. I quickly tapped on my phone whilst I thought about the events for the next day. Until my mentioned roommate decided to barge in. I flipped my phone over and sat up quickly the second I saw him. “Andy, Jesus Christ. Can you not knock?” Andy was an inkling I moved in with pretty much the second I got out of college, he’d been my best friend since. He was about the same height as me and very proudly lived in a singular hoody.
“I dunno, the amount of laughing and no audio in here was suspicious I’m just saying. Making sure you aren’t going insane again.”
I let out a big exaggerated sigh, “Just because I ate plain macaroni in the middle of the night doesn’t make me insane.” Andy would take a hand to his chest, offended. “YES it does. You can’t just do that.” I shook my head, picking my phone back up. Andy perked up, immediately going over and leaning over me to look at what I was up to. I pulled back my phone to my chest playfully, “Prick you can’t just look at my messages.” Andy proceeded to prove me wrong and yanked the phone from me, “Yeah I can.” He’d idly look at the very short conversation between me and Big Man. My face warmed up as he started to snicker. “Zamn, who even is this?” I muttered out his name softly. “Big man…” Andy stops in confusion. “The.. The guy you lost your virginity to?” I took a small breath in and nodded.
Andy smiled mischievously. “You GOTTA let me do this next text. I wanna dunk him so hard-” I’d cut him off. “NO. You will not be doing that, we quite just started talking again 6 hours ago. I may have barely changed physically but I’m not some cringe loser still stuck in their early days.”
Without realizing that Andy was typing in the middle of my monologue, it was already too late. “Cool, nice skill issue.” He tossed the device to me as I panically saw the small dots indicating that Big Man was typing and read the text.
-Surreee <33 any time after 6 pm will be fine that cool??? ;] -
I took a stop, stunned in silence. I look up at Andy. “Do you actually think I type like this? Do you believe I’m quirky enough to actually type like this to new people?” Andy barks out a laugh while taking a seat next to me. Instinctively I laid down on his lap, it’s just what we do. “Half of the texts you send me are pure nonsense so I took creative liberty.” I worriedly crossed my legs watching the same looping 3 dots. Andy did the right thing saying 6 pm at the very least, I got off of work usually around 5 and would give me some time beforehand to actually clean and look nice. Sighing, I put the phone screen down on my stomach and started doing punching motions at Andy. He does it back as we jokingly fought and made comments about what he did.
“You suck. Like, a lot.” I laughed, covering my face.
“Thanks, at least you gave me an excuse to try and find other people to hang out with for a whole day.” Andy shrugged.
Without thinking I immediately said, “Who said you couldn’t watch?” Andy’s laughing fit just dropped. “Ok first of all, don’t say that if you’re not serious because I absolutely will try to have a conversation with you. Back broken or not.”
“You wouldn’t, pussy.” I felt a small vibration and checked my phone.
-Damn alright i get you ;DD just need the address n how much you CAN drink-
Andy seemed to also have read the message because that smug ass look couldn’t be more obvious. “I’m a great wingman, what can I say?” I laughed quietly, “Should I actually ask if you can watch?” He’d put a hand on my face. “No.”
“Boringg.” I joked, pushing his hand off of me. I’d type out the address and had to think about my alcohol tolerance for a moment. Andy noticed my struggle and takes the small device out of my hands again and typed for me, but didn’t send it this time for me to double check it.
-********** av. apt *** also i can easily chug a bottle of wine if i’m not restrained-
I pressed send and sighed. “I have no clue what I would do without you, honestly.” I sat the phone down again.
“I do be the best guy around, dunno why I hang out with your lame ass every single day.” He jokes, pushing me off of his lap. I fall off the bed and end up on the wood floor head first. In a fit of laughter, I tried pulling him down onto the floor with me before I stopped cause of how weak I was. Andy wiped his eyes before standing up and continuing, “Anyways, I actually do have to go to bed though, I got errands and shit in the morning.” I sat up, criss-cross-applesauce. “Alright, want me to transfer you some money or somethin?”
Andy shook his head, “Save that dolla dolla for the new lingerie.” He’d walk out before I could even react. As much as I wanted to yell at him for somehow reading my mind I’d keep quiet and go back to laying comfortably on my bed and closing the door.
-Noted to bring 2 bottles then-
I smiled and the night would continue, us talking practically all night. Mostly it was just talking about what we’ve been up to the time away. I could’ve guessed what Big Man was doing considering that he’s quite literally a pop singer AND a news anchor but it was still nice to hear his own side of all of these things. 3:26 A.M. would roll around and while I wanted to actually keep talking, my already fried brain told me otherwise.
-Okok ima pass the fuck out fr tho ill ttyl-
I also thought it’d be cute to drop a photo before I went to bed, holding up a small lil peace sign and sending it. I sat my phone down and happily fell asleep.
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I would unfortunately wake up barely 5 hours afterwards and would have to get ready for my boring fast food job. I shoved whatever I needed into my purse as per usual, wore the all black uniform with the exception of the logo and name tag. I personally never even understood the point of name tags. Why do these people need to know my name if I’m just trying to give them some shitty burgers? I won’t complain though, $14/hour is what gets my apartment paid for and me off the streets starving. I tried my best to focus on orders but nothing would keep my mind off what I was going to be doing the second I got off. Thankfully, one of my coworkers was actually nice enough to let me off early by an hour, it being just about 4:30, just because they like me.
God seemed to like me today and let me live longer than I should have so I immediately headed to a particular shop that wasn’t too far from the apartment complex. Walking in, the neon lights violated me and forced me to adjust accordingly. The windows had to be covered so it was my only form of sight, which didn’t make anything easier. Looking at the abundance of toys made my face warm and I really tried not to look at them, heading closer to the back where the outfits were. It wasn’t my first time being here and will definitely not be my last but it’s just so.. Awkward and vulgar. Like how am I supposed to grab an 8 inch dildo and ask the cashier “Hey does this have a base?” and not be ashamed. I looked at the different varieties of outfits and admired how pretty all of them looked. I didn’t know what I was looking for but just something simple is the direction I was heading for. Also I didn’t want something uncomfortable.
In which I learned on the spot that I should just ask. I walked up politely to the cashier, who was a clearly younger octoling with piercings, and asked. “Hey, I’m just trying to find lingerie. Do you think there’s any comfortable ones? Also possible pink or purple by any chance..” My palms were freezing but still knew how to be sweaty. “Of course, follow me to the back here and I can pin-point a few of them.”
We’d hang out in the back as she went through the coat rack and showed me a good amount of selection. What caught my eye though was one that was light purple and white alongside some sparkles on it. It’d have frills and would be slightly see-through on the stomach. It came with garter belts, following the color pallet, and dark purple fishnets. She’d finish her speel and I’d thank her. I picked up the outfit and left to quickly try it on in the stalls. It was a tight fit, but as I looked at myself the joy only grew. Without a second thought, I took it off, grabbed a bottle of lube for my sake, paid the $45 and left. It was put in a completely black bag and I couldn’t stop looking back at it for the next few minutes as I drove back to the shared apartment.
Heading into the familiar space I closed and locked the door, holding the small bag carefully and looking in it as I walked to my room. I took off the grease stained outfit I had on and immediately went to put on the lingerie again. The worker really didn’t understate the comfiness of it though, if I weren’t paying attention I could probably sleep in it. I stepped in front of the tall mirror that would open up into my closet and just admired it. I dug into one of my drawers and started to accessorize it by adding cute flower earrings and switching out my nose stud for one that had the shape of a heart. Taking a step into the bathroom I would do my makeup as minimal as possible and excitedly start to clean the small space we had. It would mostly just be throwing stuff out and putting things away. Andy and I would have a habit of pulling out the most random items and then leaving them on the counter or the coffee table. Once I was done I took a glance at the time. 5:48. It was perfect timing and I would enjoy the rest of the time I had by putting on a hoodie and sweats over the perfectly conducted costume. I imagine it being super hot when Big Man thinks I’m simply wearing a bra and panties and it being revealed that I am in fact in the most expensive outfit I bought for this specific moment. As I sat down on my bed scrolling through social media, a thought came across my mind.
Why am I even doing this?
I mean I get what we’re going to do and the outer layer of why but.. I put in so much time in making this quick hookup perfect. It’s not even like it’s been a super long time since I got laid anyways. I wouldn’t call myself touch starved or anything. The only conclusion I could even conjure would be that maybe I actually wanted us to be something more than just.. Sex and moving on. That can’t be right though, the apartment needed cleaning, and the outfit was just an extra touch. The stupid lube I got was just so I wouldn’t cry over some pain. This was dumb. What I was doing was dumb. Maybe I should just cancel plans w-
My train of thoughts would stop as I heard the small doorbell noise ring.
Ok wow alright. It’s too late to stop anything now. I took a quick glance at my phone before quickly getting up to open the door.
-Im omw, dont be surprised that i brought extra stuff.-
How didn’t I notice that he texted.. I stepped out of my room and unlocked the door. I opened it to reveal my very expected guest, Big Man, in jeans and a basic t-shirt with a jacket over it (Still wearing his goofy lil head piece). He also seemed to have a plastic bag that had 2 bottles of alcohol in it. “Oh! Uh- Hey. Come inside, I just cleaned.” I made a small gesture to the living room. He politely nodded, taking a seat and setting the bag on the table while not hesitating to take both bottles out. “How come you brought wine anyways? I’d still fuck without needing a drink.” I joked.
“Ay. (Everything’s a little bit better drunk, I also enjoy the honesty that happens after a few drinks.)” Big Man shrugged, grabbing one of the bottles and setting it by him, I’d head into the kitchen that was connected not too far from the main room and grab 2 glasses. “Yeah I can see that.” I came back into the room and sat down a cup gently in front of Big Man and kept my own in my hand, feeling the cold glass against my palm. He got the hint and popped open the bottle next to him, some of the drink spilled which he cleaned most of it off with his sleeve. Before pouring me some he’d take a small sip and fill the cup. “Thanks..” I drank almost half of it in one go. I’m not an alcoholic or anything but damn I crave these drinks every other hour.
“Ay? (You really weren’t kidding about the restrained thing, were you?)” He’d chuckle, tilting the bottle to the edge of his own cup. “Naw, not really. I like getting through things fast.” Without a single noise in the room besides a held back snicker from Big Man really made me realize that nothing about us really has changed. “You’re stuck in high school holy shit.” I covered my face with a singular hand, laughing. “Ay! Ay. (Look at you! You’re laughing at the same joke.)” I continued to laugh at it, drinking more. I felt the burn in my throat grow, I hated the taste of most alcohol honestly. Wine was tolerable at the very least, bitter but the grape makes it sweet enough for me. “This feels so dumb, I don’t understand why you agreed to this.”
“Ay. Ay? (I mean, it’s not like we ended off on a bad note. We both liked each other before you ghosted me so why not now?)”
“Damn that’s deep shit Big Man.” I moved my legs to be criss-crossed on the couch. “Also I.. I never ghosted you. My phone basically got wrecked by an ex, if I got the same number he could easily just find me again. So I just got a new number and phone” I let out a small sigh.
“Ay. Ay. (At least you’re out of it now though. Got me and that roommate of yours as a replacement.)” He’d drink out of his cup while listening to my response. “Oh damn, are we actually gonna hangout again? Thought this was a one time deal.” I’d reminisce about the many misfits we got ourselves into, both from schools AND cops. We didn’t do anything illegal but we did stuff that would be on the brink of being so. But we had fun, we were young and stupid and naive..
“Ay. Ay. (Nah, I’m not like that. I don’t want things to be just a ‘one time’ chance.)” I’d nod in response. “I’m like that as well, life has weird rules but I abide by my own sometimes. That being if I can continue something, I will.”
Big Man let out a small giggle, causing me to question. “What are you laughing about?”
“ Ay.. Ay. (I dunno, just finding it weird how you asked me to rail you and it dissolved into.. This deep talk shit.)”
“I’ve always liked foreplay, I don’t mind the wait. It’d be even weirder for you to just come in and then immediately get down to it.” I’d finish off the last bit of my drink, setting it down. He’d follow suit, setting his own cup down, reaching over to me and grabbing my face gently. “What.. are you doing?” I nervously asked.
“Ay. (Real foreplay.)” He’d pull me closer to him, we’d fall into a deep kiss. It lasted mere seconds but dear did it feel like 5 years longer. Pulling away, I’d move to be on his lap and put my hands on his chest. “Ay? Ay? (What? You like that?)” He lightly jokes. “You wish I’d admit that. You’re gonna have to try harder than that.” I smiled.
“Ay.. (Brat..)” Before I got the chance to respond we’d be back together, kissing more roughly. This time with way more touching. Big Man would put his hands wherever he could on me, hips, thighs, breasts.. Eventually he’d grab my ass, causing me to squeak. Pulling away once more, he’d make me wrap my legs around him and pick me up. “Ay- ay? (Hold on- where’s your room?)” I’d point behind me. “Just go straight down, it’s the one that isn’t a total wreck.”
The small trip would end abruptly as I got dropped onto the bed and Big Man on top of me, making me smile from the excitement. With a matching smile, Big Man would put a hand under the hoodie and reach up to feel me up and down. “O-oh yeah I might’ve gone and done a special thing for this occasion..” I mustered out. I’d move his hands down to my hips temporarily and took off the hoodie seeing him confused on what I meant. He’d see the frilly outfit and stared for just a moment. “Ay..? (How much did you spend on this..?)”
“It was like $40 I think and then tax and I also got lube-” He’d cut me off. “Ay. (You really didn’t have to do this, I’ll make sure it’s worth the money though.)”
“I mean I wanted to! It’s not a waste by any means, we just talked about how things wouldn’t always be a one time thing.” I’d awkwardly smile, holding onto his shoulders loosely. “Ay.. (Right..)” He’d slip off my sweats and push me into a mating press. My face warmed more than ever as a hand dipped down and groped at my thighs. Big Man grinded against me ever so slightly, making him stagger a breath noticeably. “When was the last time you got laid?” I asked quietly, trying to keep my voice even. “Ay.. Ay? Ay.. (I dunno.. Like 2 or 3 years? Everyone who tries to make a move on me is always some weirdo fan trying to get money off of me or wants the clout..)” I let out a lighthearted sigh.
“Call me a weirdo fan then cause damn this would be good clout for sure..” I joked, as soon as I muttered out that sentence my legs would get pushed back more (really testing my flexibility.) “Ay. Ay. (Don’t compare yourself like that. You’re better than any of them.)”
I moved my hands from his shoulders up to his face, “You really think that?” He nodded and leaned in to kiss me again. This time peppering them and going down to my neck, causing me to grab him by the hair instinctively. It tickled but in a good way, until he started to suck lightly and leave small hickies on my neck and eventually to my chest. “Hah.. What’s all the marking for?”
“Ay.. (Letting you and others know that you belong to someone already..)” Immediately we just stared at each other for a moment. We both knew that we’ve done crazy shit with each other but it’s a first that he’s claiming me to be his. “..What.” Big Man seemed shocked at what he said from his own mouth. “A-Ay.. Ay.. (I-I uh.. Didn’t mean to say that..)” I smiled awkwardly, “It's alright..I-I liked it.” Things were escalating faster than expected but it wasn’t unwelcome by any means, I was really into it actually. “You can keep going, I just.. Wasn’t ready for that.” With a small hum in response, Big Man dipped back down leaving his marks once more. To add to the stimulation, he’d bring a hand down to my covered cunt and rubbed up and down on the thin material. I moved to put my hand over my mouth to completely silence my voice, catching the attention of Big Man.
“Ay. Ay. (Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear your noises.)” He’d put his hand and moved mine from my face and pinned them above my head. “This is an apartment building. I can't just be as loud as you think I can!” I panicked.
“Ay. Ay. (Too bad. Let everyone hear those pretty noises mixed in with my name.)” I sat in stunned silence until his hand was immediately back down to my nether regions and made me inhale hard just not to be too loud. “Ay.. (How do you take this shit off..)” That comment made me slightly giggle. “You mean the lingerie? You just undo the clip in the back.” Without waiting a moment he flipped me over onto my stomach, fumbling with the clip and getting it undone. Taking a hint, I sat up for a moment and slipped the one piece off whilst keeping the fishnets and garter belts on. “Ay… (Damn you’re gorgeous..)” He couldn’t wait to keep his hands off of me, getting back to feeling me up and down. This time him actually touching my skin made me shiver, his hands being colder than I thought.
“God, I hate how you’re not doing anything..” I complained quietly.
“Ay. (You’re the one who said you’re into foreplay.)”
“Please, actually fuck me please.. I’ll beg if I have to.” I whined impatiently. Big Man enjoyed my squirming though. “Ay. (Then beg.)” I stopped to think of something to say, my ‘begging’ sounding hesitant. “Please…I need you to do something it doesn’t matter what just do it..” Big Man would lower a hand to the bottom of my thigh, going upwards and on the inner part of it and barely grazing my cunt. “Asshole, I want more. Please…” I moaned out the final word in a pleading tone. “Ay! Ay. (Aww I’m sorry! I just love hearing you.)” Big Man said in a mocking voice. He’d lean up and undo the fly to his jeans, looking down at me.
“Ay? (I probably know what you’re going to say, but you’re fine with this right?)” I’d nod, watching him be the one stripping for once.
Kicking off his jeans, he’d lower his boxers and pull me close enough to him where his dick could be in between my thighs. “I see something else got bigger.” I nervously joke, bringing a hand to cover my red face. “Ay. (I get to make the fat jokes here.)”
“You know I wasn’t talking about your weight.” I smiled, appreciating that he was trying to make this as comfortable for the both of us as possible. “Ay.. Ay. (We’ll take it slow, but the second you’re adjusted and alright.. I’m ruining your night.)”
“That's fine with me. I’d prefer to be ruined by you and not some weirdo on the street.” I bit my lip, lost in pure lust. “Ay? Ay. (Isn’t that what you’re essentially doing? We’ve only been talking for a night and here I am in between your shaking legs.)” It made me think of how irrational I am but damn sometimes life DOES favor the bold. I shook my head and kissed him, it was rougher and way more lust filled compared to the other moments. Enough so I’d moan and let out little noises between the small moments apart. “Ay.. (You’re such a damn slut sometimes..)” He’d smile, pulling back and breathless. “If I’m such a slut, why don’t you treat me like one, Mr. Popular?”
Immediately he’d move to shove himself halfway inside me, causing me to yelp and move a hand to the blankets on my bed. “Ay? (Wanna say that again?)” I didn’t respond as he’d go in slower this time, letting me adjust to the feeling. It wasn’t that I haven’t had sex in a while, it's just god damn he was larger than everyone else. In the middle of our heated touch, I heard the door open. Shit. I immediately clung onto Big Man’s jacket and shouted from the open door to my bedroom.
“ANDY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO TO YOUR ROOM OR CLOSE THE DOOR.”
“I WASN’T PLANNING ON WALKING IN ANYWAYS DAYUMM.” Andy covered his vision as he went down the hall and closed my door, clicking it shut and most likely going into his own as I ever so slightly heard the muffled music from his room play.
“Ay? (How are you this open with your roommate?)”
“Oh, we’ve been friends since we were in 7th grade. We eventually became really close and moved in together.” I released my grip from him and coaxed him to continue. He’d move more into me, while almost taking the whole thing I was immediately hit with pain. “Ow shit-” I pushed him back by accident. “Ay? Ay. (Damn, are you alright? I didn’t mean to push the boundary.)” I nodded, “You’re fine, damn didn’t think you’d hit my uhhh.. Cervix.” He’d lean down, giving small kisses on my neck, “Ay? (Can you try and hang in there for me?)” I let out the softest mhm. The pain would be back but I’d do a shaky breath to keep myself steady. “Ay.. (You’re doing so good for me, Nelly..)” He said it so lovingly it was off-putting, it made me panic for a moment.
“Don’t say my name like that..”
“Ay..? (What do you mean..?)
“Like you actually care about me.”
“Ay. (I do care about you though.)” I looked off to the side, “I know I mean like.. Love ‘care’.” Pink slowly began to cover his face. “Ay- Ay.. (But- I do..)” He moved away from my neck to look at me. “Ay. Ay. (I always have. You just didn’t seem to notice.)”
“O-oh shit.” I started to think about the old memories we’ve had, yeahh maybe I was a bit of an oblivious dunce. “God I’m an idiot, I should’ve known.” Embarrassed, I covered my face with my arm as if that’ll get me out of this situation. “Ay? Ay.. (I mean, it’s been how many years? I would’ve assumed you’re already dating someone anyways..)”
“I’m too much of a loser for that.” I quietly laughed. “Ay, ay. Ay. (Hey, you're not a loser. Don’t say that about yourself.)” He’d remove my arm from my face and pin it against the bed. “Ay. (You really need to stop putting yourself down so much.)” I’d rub my other hand against his shoulder, enjoying the comfort. He’d hold my hand for a moment before grabbing the wrist of it as well making me completely vulnerable to him. “Ay? (Now, want to listen to who’s in charge?)” I nervously nodded, trying to push my thighs together.
“You’re done keeping me waiting?” I joked under my breath. “Ay. (Maybe, maybe not.)” He pulled out slowly and shoved back in, both of us staggering in breath. Big Man would put both of my wrists in one spot and hold them down with one hand while moving the other to hold my hips in place. “Ay.. (You’re gonna make me go insane one of these days..)” Rightfully, we’d start off slow. It was nice, it felt amazing but just not enough. “Can you go faster..” I whimpered meekly. “Ay? (Aw, is my little brat not satisfied?)” He’d mock. I made eye contact with him for less than a second and looked down while shaking my head, embarrassed. “P-please..” I’d moan out.
It didn’t take long for him to go rough and fast. It hurt but not in a bad way by any means. It definitely got noises out of me though, as much as I struggled to be quiet it was only met with more resistance. I squirmed in his grip as I kept wanting to cover my mouth, as if I could save the smallest shred of dignity I had left. My breaths were loud and uneven, while the only noises coming out of Big Man would be the smallest grunts. We kept going and his hand would rub up and down my hip and my side, the sensation only being amplified. I was getting so close to already orgasming, but I did my best to act like I wasn’t and hold it off just a bit longer. With the key phrase trying my best, I whined and yelped out his name as everything came crashing down. Big Man’s posture staggered, leaning down more before correcting himself. “Ay.. (Fuckk that was so fucking hot..)” My legs shook as he kept pounding in and out of me, overstimulated to the point small tears pricked at my eyes.
“H-hold on- ah-!” I dug my nails into the palm of my hand as I mumbled out nonsense trying to get him to slow down. “Ay. Ay. (You asked for this. I’m not slowing down until you cum once again for me.)” I flushed red and once again I felt that similar feeling. “I-I’m cumming please..” He bent down to my ear, “Ay? (Please what?)”
“Please keep going..” I felt remorse for this singular sentence, because as soon as I said it he’d slow and stop. “Oh you fucking pri-” He’d remove the hand at my hip and lift my chin up slightly. “Ay? Ay. (Are you sure you wanna treat someone who’s superior than you like that? I’m the one in control of you.)”
“Oh why I’m soo sorry, sir.” I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. “Ay. (You know what princess, keep calling me sir.)” I’d smile snarkily, “Alright then, sir.” He’d take his hand off of my face and gently run it down in between my breasts and stomach putting it back at my hip with more grip than ever. “Ay. (That’s exactly what I thought.)” It wasn’t that much longer until he was back into the rough pace from before. Getting readjusted to it, I moaned loudly. I noticeably heard his breath staggering more and slightly louder, meaning both of us needed this final push. “Ay… Ay? (Shiit… Can- Can I cum inside you?)” Big Man would breathlessly ask. “O-of course, sir..” I let out, about ready to reach my high once more.
Adding to how rough he already was being with me, he’d somehow be even more rougher with my body. I heard the bed under us creak quietly. Big Man would lean down near my ear and muter praises, sending a shiver down my spine between each sentence and phrase. Now, I wasn’t really a praise person such as a degradation one, but god did his praises get to me. “I-I’m about to-”
“Ay. (Lets cum together my princess.)” I felt my high hit me quickly and I waited until he whispered finally, “A-ay.. (C-cumming..)”
I sucked air between my teeth, clenching down hard on him as I felt warmth quite literally overflow inside me. “Ayay.. (Fuckfuckfuck you’re so good to me you don’t even know..)” All I could respond was with whimper and whine in pleasure as I listened to him grunt and moan with me. I let him lay on top of me for a moment before he took a moment to pull out looking at the mess he made of me. Big Man would take his hands off me, instead just putting them to the side of me and saw how his own cum leaked out of me. “Ay? (Are you on birth control or something?)” I pulled a devious act and shook my head. “Naw, I’m not.” The pure panic in his eyes made me laugh as he realized I was joking. “Ay. (You know what, I’m fully willing to tie you up and continue using you for the rest of the night.)” I sat up and scooted back, “Actually I’m fine.” Big Man pulled up his boxers, leaving the jeans on the floor, and got on the bed with me. “Ughh, we should probably shower.. I don’t want the blanket to stain..” I crawled to the top end of the bed and got underneath the blanket, cuddling into my pillow. “Ay. (Let’s just bathe in the morning, cause damn I can’t stand for much longer.)”
I let out a content sigh as he went into the blankets with me. “It’s not even that late but somehow I wanna sleep for 15 hours straight.” Big Man gently picked me up and moved me to lay on top of him. “Can.. Can I grab them once…”
With a big exaggerated sigh Big Man nods. Happily, I grab his honkers. Immediately afterwards a knock would be heard and without an answer be opened anyways. “Heyy you two, I made dinner. Starve or eat it.” Andy looks at both of us as if he was 100% oblivious to the heinous acts that happened not even a minute ago.
“Liar, you don’t cook.” I joked. Andy’s mood flips faster than you can blink. “Listen here fucker, I had to listen to the both of you while I was trying to fucking work on an art project. I could’ve spent so much time explaining something worthwhile, like the MLP lore, but you high school sweethearts had to bang on the day I got home early. So shut the fuck up and eat.”
“..Later.” I mumbled. Andy flips me off and closes the door, leaving us by ourselves. I laughed quietly as I scooted up more to be on his chest. “You and me though, we have some things to talk about. Because I was slightly buzzed, still am, and made a few regrettable word choices.”
“Ay. (I’m listening, go on.)” Big Man would run his fingertips up and down my back gently. “About what you said loving me, do.. Do you actually mean it? Like would you be willing to actually stay with me even through my shit?”
“Ay. Ay. (If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have said it. I live by it and will continue to, that includes now.)”
“Tomorrow 8pm?” I quietly said, suggesting a date. “Ay. (I’d love to.)” I moved up temporarily to give him a loving kiss, then going back down and nuzzling into him. “I can’t even begin to explain how happy I am..” I lightly kicked my legs like I was 12 and swooned. I’d wrap my arms around him and would drift to sleep in no time.
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I woke up in a haze, confused and tired. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, seeing Big Man scrolling on his phone. “Ay? (You up, sleepyhead?)” I shook my head. “What time is it?”
“Ay. Ay. (It’s like 2:40. I stayed up for a bit so I could help you walk.)” I laughed at his joke as I unfortunately actually realized that my legs were sore as hell. “Just get me a wheelchair, I’ll be fine.” Without missing a beat Big Man would reply, “Ay. (I wouldn’t mind you sitting on my face.)” I yawned and stretched out my arms, I looked at the marks that were left on me. There were a lot of bruises specifically on one side of my hips and on my wrists, and then a trail of hickies on my neck and shoulder. I groaned at the thought of trying to cover them up at work or trying to explain them. “Does this mean I get backstage tickets for the next concert?” I joked, pawing at his chest. “Ay. (With 250 bucks yeah sure.)”
“Damn if only someone could pay for me..” Big Man would turn off his phone and set it off to the side. “Ay. (Oh be quiet, take off the fishnets.)” Lazily, I grabbed them by the edge and tossed them off the bed. I’d get out of the blankets and scoot to the closest corner of the bed as I waited for Big Man to get up. He’d take off his jacket and wrap it around me, proceeding to scoop me up right before a knock not from my door was heard. “Get it for me please..”
“Ay.. (Really putting me to work here..)” He scoffs going to check and opening it to see 3 college-aged inklings, very tired and frustrated.
“Look we don’t want to file a noise complaint but Jesus Christ could you keep it d-” The main speaker stopped as he recognized Big Man. “Ay. (No autographs.)” The door would be closed and locked as we laughed to each other as he carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the sink like I was a child. Tucking the shower curtain to the side, he’d turn on the water and was feeling it turn warmer and eventually warm enough to clog the drain. I kicked my legs as I was too high up to actually touch the ground still, and watched as Big Man stripped (Which included his head piece he’s somehow kept on the entire time). I tossed off the jacket that was provided into the pile of clothes that he left and picked me up again. He took a seat in the tub and let me chill on his lap. “Ay. (Don’t pull any funny business I swear to god.)”
“Hehe I can’t guarantee that.” I brought a hand up to his face, stroking it gently with my thumb. The semi-hot water slowly began to fill the tub, eventually filled enough it was just below my shoulders. I turned to turn it off and laid up against him. “Ay? (You’re such a child, do you really need me to wash you like one?)” I nodded. The night would go on and everything was so calm.. It was silent but we just appreciated each other’s company and that’s all we needed.
And apparently a lingerie.