Ruin The Friendship [ dreamwastaken x reader ]

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This chapter contains adult content.

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"I'm asking to be rough. Very rough." Clay continues, double-checking, like I'm fragile. It's... sweet, in a way.

I tilt my chin back, lowering my eyelashes. "I know. Hurry up. I consent." I say back, breathy.

Clay splits into a small smile, then tightens his hand around my neck. I immediately moan, eyes fluttering shut. I have only a second to collect myself before he follows me down, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

My hands dart up to Clay's shoulders, holding on for what's probably about to be a wild ride, if this energy is indicative for how he's going to be. The hand he has wrapped around my neck shifts, lifting so he can push his thumb between my lips.

Clay pulls back, staring as he holds my mouth open. I moan, lathing my tongue, trying to submit. He looks... almost predatory as he leans in, pressing himself between my legs.

He gets close enough to kiss, but doesn't, parting his lips to share my breath and nothing else. I whine, feeling small, wanting the affection of a kiss. The corner of his lips quirk, but the affection never comes.

"Already mewling under me... my little fucking whore that can't wait for even a second..." He says.

Clay's hips snap against me, hard cock heavy where it presses between my legs. His hand shifts from my jaw, moving to cup my face, thumb dragging along my cheekbone.

"God, the way you just fucking spread yourself open... I know no one else made you act like this."

He's um... he's right.

I whimper, nodding. "Only ever for you."

I watch the predatory smile split his face, his hand moving again to force his fingers back between my lips, holding my mouth open. I moan for just a second, eyes fluttering, stomach clenching at the loss of control.

Clay lowers himself close to me again, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. He spits into my mouth.

"Take it." He says, low.

Oh shit.

So we're doing this.

Clay pulls his hand back to wrap around my throat, then comes in for a kiss, finally. It's rough, punishing, nips to my lip making my mouth sting as his tongue pushes mine back.

The hand Clay has wrapped around my throat tightens, making me light-headed as I choke on his tongue, feeling totally owned by him.

I whine when he pulls back, missing the affection. He lifts just far enough to stare down at me, and starts rolling his hips, continuously, fucking me over our clothes.

The noises I start to make are ridiculous, brain fuzzing over from the consistent oxygen deprivation. Clay continues to look me in the eyes as he chokes me. There's something... soothing, comforting there. The reassurance that this is a scene and nothing more.

I flutter my eyes, mewling, hooking my legs around Clay's hips. He finally pulls off my throat, dropping his arm to bracket my head in. He immediately pushes his hand into my hair, stroking idly, then leans in to kiss my forehead.

"You're doing so fucking good." He mumbles, then presses another kiss.

I barely have a chance to nod before his free hand pushes between us, hiking my dress up until it's just above my bellybutton. He's quick, rough with his movement, his hand pushing into my panties and making a home between my legs, fingers dragging against my clit.

I lift my hips into it, legs completely spread as his hand dips to push two fingers inside of me. He starts to fuck me with them, hard.

I immediately moan, both hands darting down to hold him at the wrist, the stimulation overwhelming.