Stalker's Tango | Bartolomeo x Reader

Cracking

Trigger warning for partially forced consent, accidental drawing of blood and other explicit intimacies. I warn you now and only now!

What the hell was wrong with you?

Your soft moans bounced around the walls of your room as you tried your hardest to keep quiet. Bartolomeo had pushed three fingers inside of you and was pumping them in and out, getting quicker by the second as you bit down on your tongue as much as possible.

The man was hovering over you, bare chested and his hair falling into his face. Your eyes were blurred but you could just about see the look on his features - one of enjoyment as he watched you struggle against the pleasure. You could feel him stretching you out and your hands were over your own breasts as you tried to keep them from bouncing too much. Though that didn't last all too long.

"Stop covering up." He breathed, using his free hand to pin yours above your head.

Your chest was now exposed and your lover took full advantage of that, lowering his head down to lick your nipple. You were squirming even more as he went knuckle-deep, the wet sounds of pleasure bouncing around the room.

"M-Meo~" you whispered softly, feeling a familiar knot inside your stomach beginning to twist tighter.

He could tell you were on the verge of release, lifting his head just to watch your expression. Yet, while you were thinking he would let you cum, he didn't. Before you could release and right when you were on the verge, he pulled his fingers from your core and left you shaking in need.

"Don't worry." He chuckled, watching how your lips formed a pout and how your eyes shone up at him. Bartolomeo leaned down further and lifted his hand from pinning yours. "I'll let you have your turn."

What had happened to you?

You were struggling not to gag as he thrust his dick over and over into your mouth. Not only was he huge, but he was quick too. There were tears prickling at the waterline of your eyes as you moaned around him, the vibrations tingling through his body. One of the punk's hands was firmly in your hair as he tugged at it, making you go deeper and deeper.

"Good girl." He groaned, your hands reaching up to aid your mouth as he continued to push his way down your throat.

Those tears caused your eyes to blur further, your mind in a fuzz. You could feel as he started to inch towards his high, his thrusts only getting quicker. Though he got to a point where he finally came: his hot cum pouring down your throat.

You tried to swallow as much of it as you could as he tipped your head back further. Bartolomeo pulled out from your mouth and a string of saliva attached his tip to your lips as the smallest bit of release spilt out of the corner of your lips.

"Hey, you're pretty good." He praised, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth. You felt your throat burning from the friction and the force.

What were you doing?

The sheets were clustered into balls in your hands as you held them for dear life. You were biting down on your pillowcase as he thrust into you from behind, his hands on your hips. His nails were starting to dig in and you already knew there would be bruises in the morning as well as handprints from when he smacked down on your ass.

You couldn't help but arch your back as he went all the way in, hitting that certain spot. Your entire body felt hot like you were in a sauna room and your skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he roughly fucked you.

"Don't you look beautiful like that, huh?" He said lowly, speeding up just that much more.

It was a struggle to keep in one place as your body was shaking so much, your head turning to one side as Bartolomeo's hand pushed you further into the pillow. Really it was taking everything in you to keep quiet as short gasps left your lips, your moans quiet as he pounded you. You could feel your head spinning like a top and your release slowly coming.