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"when reader came to a set of two open doors, he entered the one on the left."
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"or at least that's what he knew he should do. instead, he stopped and studied both doors closely. the one on the right looked boring, but looking through the left doorway, reader saw quite an interesting sight. he decided to take the left door.”
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"go into the left door."
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"are you seriously sitting down? unbelievable."
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"i will take the chairs away if you don't stand up."
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"good lord- fine! there, now there is nowhere you can sit and you can continue through the- oh, come on! the floor? really?"
you glared up at the ceiling. "yeah, the floor. i'm fucking tired. i've completed how many storylines in the past week? let me rest for once. goddamn."
a scoff sounded from what seemed to be the walls--despite how long you'd been here, you still weren't quite sure where it came from, but you had given up on trying to figure it out.
"tired? tired? i've spent hours, days, weeks, working on these stories--for you--and you dare to say that you're tired?"
you flipped him off, and he gasped. dramatic bitch.
"you are being very immature right now. you're acting like a child!" his voice had raised a couple of octaves in frustration.
you stuck your tongue out. he made an exasperated noise, and it almost would've been cute if your head wasn't pounding from exhaustion.
"fine. fine! i have changed so many paths, so many rooms, for your comfort, but it's never good enough for you, is it? no, of course not!"
his complaints and tantrums were always funny; annoying him was your favorite pastime. you'd been doubling down lately, much to his displeasure. but you were over it at the moment. you clenched your jaw and raised your voice.
"if you're so upset, then leave! leave me the fuck alone for- for five minutes. please. i would do anything just to get you to shut the fuck up and go away."
he huffed, and the sound of chair wheels rolling and papers shuffling sounded throughout the building. it was silent for a few moments, and you almost began to feel bad. he really wasn't as controlling as you made him out to be, and even if he was a pompous bastard, you never tried to actually upset him. you weren't that kind of person--but if you ever did accidentally hurt his ego or whatever, you'd sooner jump into that "bottomless" pit before apologizing.
you heard him grumble something unintelligible before he finally stood up and stomped away. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
a few minutes passed in silence, and you could hear your ears ringing from the change in volume. with a quiet groan, you stood up. the office floor was not very comfortable, but not many of the rooms you had quick access to were. one door called out to you, though: a small, quiet, dark space where you could relax. the broom closet.
your footsteps were all you could hear as you made your way to your destination. peace was not something you were accustomed to. you weren't really expecting the narrator to get up and leave, being as fucking stubborn as he was. but he did, and with relatively little effort on your side--and you weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
your thoughts began to wander as you walked, recalling the past few days--less the events, however (they were pretty monotonous), and more your emotions. stress had been getting to you lately, and you barely had enough alone time to even acknowledge it. but now, every negative feeling in your body, whether that be mental or physical, was screaming for your attention.
you tried to relax, mentally scanning each part of your body in the way multiple of your past therapists had taught you. it helped a little. you found yourself wishing for another human being to have contact with--you'd kill to have a massage at the moment.
after what seemed like forever, you finally reached the broom closet.
shutting the door behind you, you switched off the lights and settled in a corner. the floor, although not the cleanest, was your choice for somewhere to sit. you were finally able to lean back. even if the narrator came back soon, you'd at least have the comfort of knowing how much he hated that fucking place. you smiled a little at the thought.
you eventually relaxed enough to let your thoughts roam further away from just physical discomfort, but every sharp pain and ache in your muscles brought your attention back to your body. soon enough, you were focused on physical comfort--or rather, pleasure--over the pain.
fuck, you were horny.
now, you'd dealt with this kind of situation before. you'd even managed to be left alone long enough to finish a few times. most of the time, however, you were interrupted pretty early on. you were almost hesitant to do anything, just in case you wouldn't be able to fully satisfy that feeling. you'd rather ignore it completely than have it ruined.
it was one thing to be human, confined to a world without any other physical contact or interaction, and it was another to be only rarely allowed time alone. it was a completely different problem to be attracted to the disembodied voice that followed you around constantly. his voice was so fucking nice to listen to, and you'd come close to telling him that a few times--but you were afraid that his head would explode from how inflated his ego was. he didn't even know what he was doing to you every time his voice dropped into that rough tone when he was annoyed, or how hot he sounded when he was smug and proud of himself.
there was no way you were going to be able to truly relax with that itch in the back of your head.
fuck it, you thought to yourself, maybe i'll be lucky enough to have time to cum.
you weren't too confident about it, but you got your hopes up anyway.
in the dark and isolated broom closet, you finally let your brain run wild. your heartbeat sped up. the things you wanted to do, that you could do, now that you were alone..
the rational side of your brain was still screaming at you, telling you how horrible of an idea this was, bringing up every bad scenario and consequence that could play out if you allowed yourself to continue. but the sensible thoughts were almost completely drowned out by the deafening rush of excitement. you inhaled sharply as your hand caressed your thigh. it had been a while.
a hand pushed up your shirt, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your stomach. you felt your muscles twitch underneath the soft touch, a soft sigh falling from your lips.
your other hand was making its way under your waistband. you could feel the bulge in your underwear, could feel how soaked they were from just thinking about him. you grinded against the palm of your hand.
there was not enough time to savor the sensations as you wanted there to be. you had to hurry, and fuck, the urgency of the situation only turned you on more.
your hips twitched against your fingers, which had slipped into your underwear to stroke your cock. your hand was soaked, and a particularly harsh rut against your palm elicited a loud moan from you.
you quickly covered your mouth with your free hand. even if you were alone, you couldn't let yourself be too loud. what if he heard, and came back? what if he knew what you were doing, saw you, saw your fist pumping your cock under your underwear? what would he do? what would he say?
the thoughts elicited another muffled moan from your lips, eyebrows furrowed as you moved your hand faster.
a memory slowly shifted to the forefront of your mind--one where you hadn't been quick enough. one where he had caught you.
the two of you had gotten into an argument. you were bored and didn't want to participate in whatever he had planned, and he got all sad and whiny about it. he had made a big show of leaving, and you took advantage of it. you really didn't like him very much back then--he was a self-absorbed asshole and had an insanely annoying voice. or at least that's what you told yourself. sure, he was and always had been a self-absorbed asshole with an annoying ass voice, but you still found yourself drawn to him despite the frustration he caused.
but whatever. back to the memory.
you had been too slow. by the time he came back, your chest was the only thing exposed--and even then, your shirt was just pushed up.
you were mortified, but the embarrassment in his voice was hilarious. you vowed to never put yourself in that situation again--but the next time you had time to yourself, thoughts of him were lurking in your subconscious.
oh, and another time--you laughed quietly to yourself--you were fucking around with the bucket, and he was getting super pissed. you thought it'd be funny to start flirting with the bucket, so you did. and it was.
you had pressed your lips to the wooden handle, circled the rim of the bucket with your index finger, called it names ('baby' and 'sexy' being most prevalent). a few not-so-holy sounds also slipped; you may have gotten a little carried away, in hindsight. you'd do it again though.
he had started out annoyed, then "disgusted" (you could tell it was an act), and then he got so flustered you thought he was going to actually choke. he had resorted to begging in order to get you to stop eye-fucking the bucket. you had to admit, hearing him stumbling over his words was pretty cute. you did eventually do as he asked, and you pretended you hadn't heard him when he muttered something under his breath.
'who does he think he is? not listening to me, making inappropriate jokes, teasing me..'
those words stuck with you for weeks.
every encounter, he just continued to get more and more annoyed (and more and more flustered), and you loved being the cause of it. he probably thought you were just being a dick, and you preferred it that way. it would be less embarrassing. you couldn't imagine the shit he'd put you through if he found out how you really felt. or maybe he already knew and just wasn't saying anything. you weren't sure.
either way, you couldn't stop the scenarios from running through your head. each word he had said, each thing you had imagined him doing, wanted him to do--it all added to the haste of you jacking off.
your head was spinning from pleasure. the open-mouthed panting probably didn't help, either, but hey, what could you do? the time you had spent frustrated and pent up greatly lessened the amount of stimulation you needed to finish. and fuck, you were close--so, so close, almost--
"i'm ba--wh- what on earth are you doing?"
you froze completely, eyes shooting wide open and heartbeat deafening in your ears. you couldn't see. you knew he couldn't see. did he hear you?
you'd never been so close, never so genuinely turned on, in all of the times he'd walked in on you. sure, you recognized the possibility of him coming back and catching you, but you were suddenly realizing how in over your head you really were.
you didn't know what to do. you didn't know what to say. your face felt like it was on fire.
"go- go away!" you inwardly cursed yourself--that was quite possibly the worst thing that could have come out of your mouth. you sounded like an idiot, and not even in a cute way.
you weren't mocking him anymore. you weren't trying to annoy him, or fluster him, or anything like that. there was no mischief nor spite in your thoughts--everything was real, genuine, and felt so, so overwhelmingly good .
your hand was still pressed hard against your cock, body still stuck on the fading sensation that you had been chasing. your mind had blanked. you recognized what was going on, but the situation, your neediness, his stupid fucking voice--you could barely breathe. finally, you gained enough control over your body to pull your hand out of your pants. you could smell yourself on your fingers. the lights switched on.
he inhaled sharply, sounding almost choked. he sighed, deep and rough, and you shivered. was he aroused or just angry? fuck, you wished you were better at recognizing the tone of people's voices. he began to talk, and you feared the worst.
"i- i can't believe you!" he grumbled. "i give you a 'much needed' break, and you sneak off to the broom closet of all places?”
did he really not know what you had been doing? oh, thank god. you let out a sigh of relief, shutting your eyes as you tried to control your heartbeat.
"you truly do exist just to torture me, don't you? what do you gain from being in that room? are you sniffing the cleaning supplies? is that it? good lord-" he paused. "reader, why is your hand wet?"
you froze, glancing at your hand from your peripheral. he was not just making shit up. your skin was glistening. oh no oh fuck oh no-
"did you spill something? you know what- i don't care. reset."
THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS LOADING
you opened your eyes, and found yourself back in the office, standing in the middle of the room. your hand was dry. you inhaled slowly, trying to get your bearings, head spinning both from the reset and the whiplash of the situation.
"this is the story of a man named reader."
oh my god, i'm not fucking dealing with this right now-
"reader was not very good at following instructions."
your office door began to shift, color fading from its standard white to an unfamiliar shade of red. the doorknob turned. you almost laughed in disbelief at what you saw. a man stepped out from the doorway. his short hair was dark and neatly fixed, strands of grey littered within. he wore a brown suit jacket and glared at you from behind yellow-framed glasses.
another person. someone physical, in your presence, in this godforsaken office building. and he's handsome. and then he spoke.
"it was really quite a wonder that reader was able to hold his job, being as incompetent as he was."
it was the narrator's voice. it was coming out of this man's mouth. was this- no, it couldn't be- how-
"you have ruined my story so many times and i am sick of it. clearly, giving you options was a bad idea."
"what the fuck."
wow, you internally cringed, so well-spoken. what a way with words, me.
it was silent for a moment, and then he began to laugh. the sound was mocking, cruel --and you felt your thighs tense listening to it.
"out of all of the things i have ever done to you, this is the one that leaves you speechless?" his eyes narrowed, voice low. "oh, how i wish i'd known that sooner."
the door behind him had faded back to white. you blinked a few times, unable to fully comprehend the situation. everything felt so bizarre.
"you- you're-"
hot, you wanted to say, holy shit, you're really fucking hot.
instead, you sputtered out, "you're the bitch that won't ever leave me alone?"
he scoffed. "i'm not going to dignify that with a response."
you took a step forward, maybe in an attempt to make yourself seem bigger--a defense tactic. it only served to show you how much smaller you were compared to him. you shouldn't have liked that as much as you did.
you bit your bottom lip unconsciously before looking him in the eyes. your voice held a little more annoyance than usual--but it wasn't genuine, and you were afraid he knew that.
"you're a lot shorter than i thought you'd be," you snickered, "and here i thought you were some omnipotent higher being--i've been following directions from a fucking dork?"
for the most part, this was a blatant lie. sure, he wasn't insanely tall, but he was still quite a few inches taller than you. to be fair, you hadn't really thought he was.. well, just some guy in the first place.
he took offense to your statement, stepping closer to you and standing up straighter. he glared down at you, and you refused to make eye contact. you would've had to crane your neck to see him, and that was humiliating. your breath caught in your throat--it definitely intimidated you, but you refused to let that show. you weren't going to admit defeat to an arrogant bastard like him.
"you've not followed a single direction of mine. you brought this on yourself, dear."
you loved how that pet name sounded on his tongue. oh, you were really down bad, huh?
a grin spread across your face, that competitive, bratty streak of yours flaring up again. was this a bad idea? yeah, probably. he could do a lot of things that would not be too great for you. were you going to let that stop you? oh, hell no. although the chances that he would actually make your life a living hell were higher than him bending you over a desk and fucking some sense into you, you still chose to take the chance. you never said you made good decisions.
"oh, so you're here to- what? teach me a lesson? make me behave?" you sneered. "what makes you think being down here is gonna have any effect on me listening to you?"
he tilted his head as if it was obvious. "i'm positive you'll be more inclined to listen to me now that we are on the same level. and if you prove me to be wrong, i suppose i'll have to take.. other measures."
"is that right?" despite your very nonthreatening demeanor, your glare was just as dangerous as his. "come on then. make me , asshole."
oh, you should not have said that.
he grabbed your arm, spinning you around and shoving you out of your now-open office door. you stumbled forward, cursing. he was a lot stronger than he looked. with a smug look on his face, he began narrating once again. or, at least tried to. you soon cut him off with a shove to his chest.
he stumbled a little bit. an amused chuckle soon filled the silence.
"oh dear. did you truly think that you could overpower me?"
you growled, heat rising to your face. it was from anger, of course. only a freak would be getting off to something like this.
"god, you insufferable bastard," you spat, and went to push him again. he caught your wrist. you struggled against his grip, which he only tightened.
his eyes held a strange gleam. "look at me."
you refused and kicked him in the shin. he hissed, shoving you to the ground. you hit the floor hard, and barely had enough time to look up before a rough hand fisted the hair at the crown of your head.
"ack- fuck-!"
his grip forced your head up. although the rest of your body was free, you didn't move. you held his glare until he finally spoke.
"you are a pathetic excuse for a human being. too stubborn to follow directions, but too weak to defend yourself." he tsked. "stand up."
you huffed, wincing as he tightened his grip. you pushed yourself up to the best of your ability. he let go of your hair, instead grabbing your jaw with strong fingers. you swallowed, keeping your mouth shut. he tracked the movement of your throat bobbing with his eyes, but quickly shifted his focus back to your face.
he leaned in closely, breath husky and hot against your ear.
"now, dearest, are you going to listen to me?"
when you didn't respond, he shook your head like a dog.
"hey-!"
you glared at him. his lips curled into a smirk, flashing sharp canines. your heart felt like it was gonna beat out of your chest--whether from adrenaline, anger, arousal, or fear, you weren't sure. you huffed, crossing your arms.
"yeah. yeah, sure. whatever."
he let go of your face and began narrating once again. this time, you (reluctantly) followed his directions. fuck, he was strong. you rubbed the back of your head, attempting to soothe the stinging. it didn't work. obeying him, of course, only applied up to a point. you'd done this story before--so many times before--and it was once again beginning to bore you.
any time you tried to do something other than what he told you to, you'd be yanked away and towards the correct path. any time you opened your mouth to complain, he'd shoot a glare your way. and when you ignored that warning, he'd crowd you against a wall and berate you until you finally folded.
the only reason it worked was because you didn't want him to actually realize what he was doing to you. who would've guessed that being likened to a disobedient dog was such a turn on?
"coming to a staircase, reader walked up to his boss' office."
you muttered profanities to yourself as you walked up the stairs. your patience was draining, fast, and you could practically hear his ego inflating with every order you obeyed. it was pissing you off, and you were getting restless.
you'd do anything just to shut him up. hm, i wonder..
"stepping into his manager's office, reader was- mmf --!"
you turned around, grabbing him by his tie and yanking him toward you. your lips smashed against his. the staircase made you almost the same height as him, and you took advantage of that fact. or rather, you took advantage of the confidence it gave you.
he grabbed your waist in an attempt to steady himself, but with your hand holding you in place against the wall, it only resulted in the two of you being pressed flush against one another. he didn't let go.
when you finally pulled away, he was beet red. you kept your glare sharp, despite the pinpricks of embarrassment creeping up the back of your neck. oh shit that was a bad idea what did i just do-
"what-" he huffed, "what was that for..?"
his voice trembled slightly. your gaze traveled back down to his lips, ignoring the warnings in your head that told you to stop. his voice trembled slightly. he still held you close.
"i did it to shut you up, you annoying asshole," you muttered. it wasn't technically a lie, but you decided to omit the part where you'd been longing to do that for ages.
the two of you stood motionless before he cleared his throat. he was obviously flustered. it looked good on him--even better than it sounded.
"um- well," he stumbled over his words, looking everywhere but at you. seemingly suddenly realizing that he still had a firm grip on your waist, he yanked his hands back. "m- moving on-"
you tugged on his tie again, and he immediately shut his mouth. his eyes were wide as he watched you from the corner of his eye. you felt your stomach flutter.
"just.. shut up," you breathed, raising your free hand up to gently turn his head toward you. his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he was clearly staring at your mouth. you pulled on his tie again so you could kiss him, this one much more gentle than the last.
you felt him hesitate before his arms reached back toward you, pulling you closer to him by your hips. you let go of his tie in favor of running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. he shuddered against you. your tongue flicked against his bottom lip and he opened his mouth wider as the kiss deepened.
you tried to pull back to catch your breath, but he didn't budge, keeping you close. you smiled, hearing his heavy breaths and slight whimpers grow louder as you scratched lightly at his stubble, gently biting his lip.
eventually, the two of you did part, and you greedily drank in his dazed expression.
"reader.." he sighed, swaying slightly on the stairs.
you were unable to stop the smile that spread across your face as he looked up at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. yeah, you had just wanted to fuck him--but goddamn, if that look didn't make you feel something..
your next words were quiet, whispered.
"i think we should get off the stairs. i don't want you to fall."
it took him a second to fully process what you had said, furrowing his eyebrows in embarrassment when he did. he pointed behind you. you followed his gaze and saw that the door that had previously led to your boss' office was now red.
reaching for his hand, you ran your thumb over his knuckles, leading him up the stairs and through the door.
the room was similar to your manager's office, albeit on a much smaller scale. a desk was positioned in the middle of the room, papers scattered across it. a surprisingly plush-looking chair with wheels sat behind it. you glanced back at the narrator, but he was already pushing past you and dragging you with him.
he pulled you towards the desk, sitting back in the chair and beckoning you over. you nervously played with one of the buttons on your shirt. he grinned darkly up at you.
"come now, darling. where did that confidence from earlier go?"
you flushed at his statement, trying (and failing) to stutter out an answer. he chuckled.
"what, did you not plan this far?" leaning forward, he grasped your hands gently, guiding you to stand between his legs. he traced shapes into your thighs with his thumb as he gazed up at you. "you followed my orders.. well, you accomplished the bare minimum earlier. do you think you can manage that again, dear? perhaps be a little better for me this time?"
you nodded, avoiding eye contact. oh, now you were shy. he sighed.
"angel. look at me when i'm talking to you."
you hesitated for a moment, but did as he said. staring into his eyes, you felt the blood rushing to your face. his lips quirked upward.
"will you be a good pet and obey my orders?"
you nodded once again, swallowing nervously.
"y- yes."
he patted your hip condescendingly. "good."
you huffed in annoyance, but he didn't acknowledge it.
"now, let's see.. what first?" he pretended to think about it for a moment. "ah, i know. kiss me again, darling."
this time, you didn't hesitate, eagerly taking the chance to shut him up.
you leaned in and your lips met almost painfully. his hands grasped your hips, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. he was surprisingly vocal--well, maybe it wasn't that surprising. he did love to hear himself. but hey, so did you. win-win situation.
you began to trail open-mouthed kisses down his jaw, sucking gently on his neck. you loosened his tie as your teeth grazed his throat. soon, his shirt was unbuttoned, and your lips were attached to his collarbone, licking and biting every part of him you had access to.
"good- good," he praised through gritted teeth, "ah, darling- get on with it."
you pulled away with an annoyed growl, tugging at his suit jacket. he shed it quickly, pulling his shirt and tie off as well. you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. in a moment of weakness, you let your true thoughts slip past your lips.
"you're so fucking handsome," you sighed, only realizing what you had said once he froze. "er- i, um, i-i mean.."
he chuckled quietly, shyly, and you looked up to see him blushing. oh. your lips quirked upward.
you lowered your head, once again attacking his shoulders and chest with your mouth. he groaned quietly as your tongue ran over his nipple, mouth suctioning around the sensitive area. your other hand ran up and down his side. you bit down lightly and he jolted, hand tangling in your hair.
"oh dear," he whimpered, pulling your head back. you looked up at him with a lustful gaze, and his breath hitched. he exhaled shakily.
you sat up, gently rubbing his cheek with your thumb. he closed his eyes with a purr. you would've made fun of him, if your heart hadn't been swelling with affection.
"i want.. to touch you, too," he breathed. "you have too- too many clothes on."
you laughed under your breath, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "alright, alright. care to help?"
his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt was a clear 'yes'. he began at the collar of your shirt, unbuttoning it with slightly shaky hands. once it was fully open, you were expecting to shrug it off and continue with your ministrations. instead, you felt large, warm hands on your waist, pulling you closer so he could nip at your neck.
"hah- oh fuck," you gasped as he pressed against the small of your back, causing you to arch into his mouth as his tongue and fingers toyed with your nipples. his movements were a little hesitant and jerky, his touches too soft and his bites too hard, but fuck, it felt right. honestly, his enthusiasm surprised you.
his lips trailed back up to your neck, breathing in your scent and rubbing circles on your hips. you shifted slightly on his lap, accidentally grinding on him.
"fuck," he rasped, grip tightening and sending a shiver up your spine. "please, do that again."
"asking so nicely," you teased, yelping as his teeth sunk into your shoulder in response. he glared at you, but it quickly softened as you obliged, feeling his hips twitch up to meet yours. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning and panting against your skin.
"darling," he gasped, "oh- oh.. more, please more.. good god.."
every little noise that came out of his mouth made you harder, and you felt lightheaded at the moan that escaped his lips as you palmed him over his pants. you were sure you would have bruises in the shape of his hands on your hips when this was over. the idea excited you.
you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before pushing yourself off of him. he pulled them off frantically and tossed them to the side. you could see the outline of his cock through his underwear, could see the precum soaking through the fabric. you licked your lips.
he reached out to you, hands tugging you forward by the waistband of your pants.
"get on your knees," he huffed, and you winced slightly as you hit the hard floor. his fingers carded through your hair, pulling your head toward him.
you trailed your fingers lightly over his clothed dick before pulling his underwear down. his cock was hot and heavy in your hands. leaning closer, you licked a stripe up his shaft, gazing up at him. you softly lapped at tip, tongue flicking against his slit. you heard him hiss above you, grip tightening in your hair.
dropping your head back down, you trailed open-mouthed kisses up his cock before enveloping the tip in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. you massaged his balls in one hand, pumping him with the other.
you inhaled deeply through your nose before taking him in your mouth, tongue outstretched and lapping at the underside of his cock. lowering yourself more, you finally managed to take all of him in your throat. tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you gagged around him.
"good lord- fuck," he groaned, holding your head in place. "oh my god- you're doing so well."
you moaned at the praise, and his hips twitched at the vibrations. he pulled your head back a little before thrusting into your mouth once again.
"may i-" he panted. you looked up at him, eyes practically begging him to continue. sure, he could've asked before doing it, but you weren't in much of a position to care.
he began to fuck your face, the sounds falling from his lips absolutely pornographic.
"fuck- fuckfuck, please- oh, darling-"
suddenly, he pulled out completely, releasing his grip on your hair. you coughed, tears and saliva running down your face. your eyes burned--it hurt to keep them open.
"oh dear," he sighed. you heard the chair squeak, but still kept your eyes closed. your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.
you felt warm arms wrapping around your waist, picking you up and placing you in his lap. he held you close, stroking your hair and kissing your shoulder. never took him as the gentle type.
"you're absolutely perfect, do you know that?" he murmured. "my perfect little angel."
you buried your face in the crook of his neck and huffed, feeling the blood rushing to your face. "shut up."
after a few minutes of you catching your breath, his fingers began to toy with the waistband of your pants. you smiled against his neck, pulling back to look at him.
he paused, glancing up at you. "may i..?"
"please."
you were quickly stripped of the rest of your clothing. his hands ran along the backs of your thighs, squeezing your ass and touching every inch of bare skin he could reach.
your hand reached down to grasp his cock, pumping him roughly a few times just to hear him keen below you. he cursed quietly, swatting your hand away.
you giggled, tilting his chin up to place a soft kiss to his lips. you could feel his lips quirk upwards against yours. his fingers ran up and down your entrance, getting soaked, before coming up to softly rub against your cock. you involuntarily thrust into his hand, moaning into his mouth. he chuckled before beginning to tease your opening.
"you're so wet, dearest," he murmured, "dripping already. just for me, hm?"
you whimpered. "f- fuck.."
breaking the kiss, you pressed your cheek to his temple. two of his fingers pressed inside, stretching you as they gently pumped in and out.
"oh." his tone was light, and you could hear the grin in his voice. "so tight. i'm not sure that i'll be able to fit inside you, dearest. you may be too small for my cock."
his words were more to tease you than to express a genuine concern of his, and you knew that. still, it reminded you of the size difference, and you couldn't help but whine as you tightened your grip on his shoulders.
you tensed as a third finger prodded your entrance.
"w- wait."
he froze immediately. "oh dear, i am so sorry-"
you pressed your palm to his lips to get him to shut up, a little too overwhelmed to think hard enough to tell him nicely to stop talking.
"you're.. you're okay, honey," you breathed, "just.. fuck, just don't move, please."
he nodded, free hand rubbing comforting circles on your hip. after a little bit, you motioned for him to move again. a soft moan fell from your lips.
"that's it, love," he murmured, holding you close to him, "you're doing so well."
you moaned a little louder at his praise.
"a- another finger- please, more," you whined. he complied, adding a third finger slowly and watching for any discomfort.
the room filled with wet noises and your moans. he whispered sweet encouragements into your ear, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world while fucking you with his fingers. you couldn't think of a better situation--the pain was just a part of the fun.
"i think-" you gasped, "i think i can- can take you now."
he hummed quietly, slowly pulling his fingers out. you reached between your legs to grab his cock, which was throbbing and hot to the touch. you rubbed your dick against the tip, eyebrows drawing up in pleasure.
"so sensitive," he chuckled, swatting away your hand and grinding against you himself. every thrust caught the tip of your dick, and you couldn't cover up the constant moans and pleas that fell from your lips. they only seemed to spur him on.
"need you," you breathed, and he grinned.
"oh, do you now? you aren't very convincing, dear."
"c- come on," you whined, "pleaseplease, i want you so bad, need you."
he rubbed his tip against your wet cunt, teasing, but didn't push inside. you rocked your hips to try and find friction, but he held you in place.
"oh, darling, you can do better than that, can't you? i know you know how to beg. go ahead--let me hear you. beg for it like the filthy mutt you are."
you glared at him. "asshole.."
"i'm waiting."
you huffed before swallowing your pride. you didn't care anymore--you just wanted him inside you.
"please, narrator, i need you- want you so bad, so fucking bad. need you, need your cock, please, just fuck me--i've been good! i've been good, i listened to you, i'm a good boy- please-"
"so pathetic," he laughed, "and so needy. i could leave you here--leave you all wet and desperate, pin you against the wall so you can't touch yourself.."
you practically sobbed. "no- no, please- pleasepleaseplease i've been so good-! i- i'll do anything, just- please.."
he grinned before slowly lowering you down onto him. you cried out at the intrusion. he wasn't even halfway in when you began to whimper in pain, pawing weakly at his shoulder to get him to stop. a gentle hand pet your hair. he let you continue at your own pace, trying to muffle his own noises as you sunk down on him.
"mm- narrator, f- fuck," you whined as he bottomed out. his groans were evidence that he shared the sentiment. he exhaled shakily.
"m- may i move, dearest?" he choked out, and you nodded.
he lifted you slowly off of him before thrusting his hips up gently, making sure you actually were ready. you let your forehead rest on his shoulder as he continued the torturously slow pace.
“narrator,” you huffed, burying your face in the crook of his neck, “you’re so sweet, so gentle with me--thank you--but please, i need you hard.”
he shuddered, pausing. “are- are you sure, darling? i’m.. if i do that, i’m not sure i’ll be able to stop.”
his concern made your heart swell. you grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the armrests. despite the obvious fact that you were in no way forcing him to stay still, he made no move to free himself. he watched your every move with an absolutely desperate gleam in his eyes. you lifted yourself almost off of him before slamming yourself back down with a barely-restrained yelp of pleasure. the noise he let out was borderline animalistic.
“fuck me, narrator– i’m yours. i’m yours to use- so please, use me. i can take it.”
“oh, fuck." pushing your hands away, he wrapped his arms around your middle, all hesitation from before gone. “good boy- pretty fucking whore-”
you immediately lost control of your body–his grip rendered you helpless as he fucked up into you hard enough to steal the air from your lungs. his lips were placed against your neck, moaning and growling against your skin. he was bouncing you on his cock like a ragdoll, and you couldn’t do anything except cry out his name.
“you- goddamn- fucking- slut-” he groaned, punctuating every word with a harsh thrust deep inside you. “made for me- you were made for me, weren’t you, you filthy mutt? designed for- for my cock–you’re so fucking tight- oh good lord, you feel so goddamn good.”
“shit- f- fuck- ohmyfuckinggod-!” you practically screamed, heart beating faster than his hips were meeting yours. you couldn’t speak, couldn’t think coherently enough to do anything except sit there and whine.
he laughed. “that’s it, angel- taking me so well.”
he removed one arm from your waist to jack you off, tugging hard on your cock. you felt tears build in your eyes from the overstimulation. yelping, you felt his teeth sink into your neck, sucking a bright bruise on your skin–-marking you.
“mine,” he growled, swirling his finger on the tip of your dick, hitting all the right spots inside of you. “you’re mine, dearest, all mine.”
you nodded frantically, tears finally overflowing and running down your face. you were trembling in his grasp. he seemed to notice, faltering for a moment before resuming his pace. his tongue felt healing against the harsh marks on your neck, and his words softened considerably. it made your heart swell that he so obviously cared, and you felt the pleasure building up.
“yours- i'm yours, only yours-" you cried, "feels- feels so g- good. you’re so big- you fill me up so good- oh fuck-"
he huffed, pulling you closer so he could kiss you.
“stop stroking my ego, dear,” he laughed breathlessly, “unless you want me to finish inside you.”
“yeah- god, i do-! 'm close- so- so close-”
his hips stuttered. your orgasm was approaching quickly, and from the noises he was making, so was his.
“really? are- are you sure, darling..?”
you nodded frantically, squeezing your eyes shut. you were so, so fucking close-
“p- please, narrator, please,” you gasped, “gonna- gonna cum, want you to cum inside me, please– oh fuck- fucking hell yes–-”
you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, time seemingly stopping as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into you. his thrusts became rough and uneven, and he finally buried himself deep inside you with a long, drawn-out moan as he came. he held you as close to himself as possible, filling you to the brim with his cum. you shuddered and finally slumped against him as you began to come down from your high.
your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, breathing hard and heavily. your head was spinning from exertion, and the afterglow made you feel fuzzy. you weakly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested your forehead against his. after a few minutes of the two of you catching your breath, he finally pulled back to look at you. a soft smile adorned his face.
“oh dear..” he chuckled, petting your hair, “you look absolutely exhausted, darling.”
you groaned quietly in indignation. a small whine left your lips as he tried to lift you off of him. he quirked an eyebrow, amused.
“hmm? what is it, dearest?”
“don’t go,” you mumbled, holding on to him tighter. his following sigh was full of affection.
“oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head. i wouldn’t dream of it.”
you couldn’t help but smile, though it was soon cut off by a yawn.
“however,” he hummed, “i do think we should get you cleaned up.”
“but if you pull out, there’ll be a huge mess..”
his fingers were placed under your chin, lifting your head so he could gently kiss you on the lips.
“ah, you’re correct. what a smart little thing you are,” he murmured, causing you to giggle. “let’s stay like this a while longer then, hm?”
you nodded sleepily, perfectly content to drift off to sleep in his lap, surrounded and filled by him completely.