The Final Course A Bob Velseb x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 5 (NSFW)

Aching in the Basement
Bob POV

THIS CHAPTER IS NSFW
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It's been a week since the confession and everything feels different. I haven't been eating much of the body that's in the safe, and everything about my escape seemed to have died down. The police ended up getting replaced by some new guys and they haven't checked back in the neighborhood since. Lately she's been spending her nights down here with me, and we've only been getting closer and closer regarding physical contact and our relationship. I wanted these random blood rushes to stop, but they've only been getting worse. They've also been getting more painful if left alone.

"Hey are you ok? Since you've confessed, it seems like your in more visible pain. Is something up?" Y/n asks. She seems genuinely concerned but why over something so little?

"Yeah, but I'll be fine. It's really small and nothing to be concerned about." I respond. It's true it's a little situation, but it hurts like a bear trap to the head. She nods, and grabs my hand which makes things a lot more painful.

"You can tell me if something is bothering you, I'm not going to judge." she says.

"It's fine, just having some embarrassing issues."

"Embarassing or not, I won't judge. Maybe I can help you out." She's definitely genuine about this, but I don't think she'll be comfortable with it. How to explain it to her without making her upset or uncomfortable.

"Well uh... it's hard to explain without making both of us extremely uncomfortable."

"We won't know until we find out."

"So um... I've been getting painfully hard lately and nothing I do keeps it from coming back. It's like my body is rejecting my own solutions."

"So you just can't go flacid can ya? It's not uncomfortable or embarrassing to me, but I understand why you feel like it would be embarrassing to share. But I can fix that if your ready. Maybe you just need an extra helping hand."

"Wait... what are you implying?"

"I think you know~ So where we takin it? Here or in the spare room?" I'm just extremely flustered and the pain is so much worse. She stares at me with lust as she crawls up on top of me to where her face meets mine. "If your not going to answer, shall we do it here?"

"Well I feel a bed would be more appropriate for my size... but are you sure you're able to tame the beast?"

"Why of course. If I wasn't ready, I would've never suggested the idea in the first place."

"Well I suppose we should move if we're gonna do this." She pushes back the back part of the couch and grabs my face. 

"Are you ready or what?" She moves her hands down slowly to the bottom of my shirt and lifts it off with ease. 

"Well just to let you know..." I flip y/n over to where I'm on top of her and smile. "I'm also a top."

"Well I gotta say, this might be the best sex we'll both get. Don't disappoint me."

"I'm positive that won't happen little lamb." She unzips the fly of my pants, and pulls down my underwear.

"Well now I know why it hurts so much, how the fuck is it that long?" She grabs it gently and I try to resist a moan. "Been so long since you've been touched down there huh?" She cuffs my cock and slowly rubs it up and down, and I can't help but drool at her touch. "You like it big boy?"

"Y-yes...."

"So you wouldn't mind if I went a little faster would you?" I shake my head and she goes faster, the pace slowly picking up. With each stroke the more my lip quivers and the closer I am to making sounds I haven't made in years. The way she holds it is better than what I could've done. She's experienced in this, and it makes me question if she's done it before. I'm not complaining though. She picks it up more and more, and I accidentally let a few noises out. "I didn't know you were capable of making those noises, the more you know I guess." She lets out a few chuckles, still rubbing  it. I feel the veins twitch as she handles the tip, still stroking at a decently fast pace.

"Now seeing how desperate you can get for human flesh, what would happen if I wouldn't let you cum?", she asks. My eyes widen, and the smile disappears.

"Your joking right?" I say between gasps.

"Well what if I wasn't joking? You've maintained self control for almost 2 weeks now, and you haven't been picking away at that body you put in the safe. You wouldn't dare to hurt me if I didn't let you right?"

"N-No.."

"Then it's decided, I decide when you do cum. Do you understand?"

"Are you always like... this?"

"Well, I suppose you could say that I like to have my control when I'm on bottom. Is there anything wrong with that?" She sounds so cocky in that statement and it gets me more erect. She speeds up and I desperately want to release but she won't let me. It hurts, but it feels good. 

"P-please... let me... just a little..."

"Not yet, I'm not done looking at that face." The expression she may be seeing is my pain from not being handled like this in so long and my silent resistance. "That face is making me feel so good, I might just let you in 5... 4... 3..." As she releases each finger, there's a painful throb, yet it feels so good. "2..." As she releases the second to last finger, there's a little dribble and she keeps hold of that last finger. 

"Please... let go... it hurts...."

"Not yet. I've only reached the climax. Just a little more patience big guy." I can't take it, I want too. No I need to cum. It's like she casted a spell on me and it won't release it's painful grasp on me. It keeps discharging and she finally releases her finger. I let out an exasperated moan cum spilling from my cock onto Y/n's chest. "You had a lot stocked up big guy." I'm panting and she sits up and kisses my forehead. "You did quite a good job, maybe next time you should beg some more for me ok?"

"O-Ok..."