TW: bdsm - rough, aggressive, spanking, degrading
i wrote this while high so there might be some writing errors :(
11PM
I yawn, making my way through the front door of my New York City apartment. I walk in with a groan, god i'm so fucking tired.
I worked all day, no breaks, just fighting my way through the day. I've never been so exhausted.
I turned the light on, set my things down on the kitchen island and made my way to my bedroom to change into comfy clothing. I wind up wearing an oversized t-shirt and underwear. I live alone so who gives a shit. I transition my self to my living room couch, slumped relaxing my tired, aching body. I pick up the remote and turn on the best movie I can find.
I'm twenty minutes into the movie when I hear a knock at the front door, knock knock knock. I didn't invite anyone over.. besides who would be up at this time anyways? I walk to the door with a confused expression on my bare face.
I feel the cold door knob beneath my fingers. Well here goes nothing. At this moment I open the door.
The expression in my face turns from anxious to disgust. This is the last person I expect to be behind that door, Y/n. I absolutely despise this man, I hate his stupid face. Although I'm look pissed, Y/n.. looks like he's been in a fight, or something. Blood on his forehead, to bloody red knuckles. He's wearing an all black outfit, leather jacket and all black converse. I hate his body, I hate his stance, and I hate his curly hair.
"Y/c? What the fuck are you doing at my house?" I whisper, trying not to wake the neighbors.
He's looking down at me, just staring at me. What's him problem?
"Who the hell do you think you are, coming to my house this late at night?"
He slowly starts taking steps towards me. Smirking, making me more anxious than ever. Dark brown eyes tower over me. He puts his hand up, smoothing my hair out of my face. I slap him in the face with anger. He chuckles, looking up with a smile.
"What! You don't like that?" Y/n questions. What the fuck is his deal?
"No! Get the fuck away from me, I hate you."
"Oh, do you?" He says threw a smirk.
"Y-Yes. Stop talking to me like that..."
He lays his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him, roughly.
"I can't stop thinking about you. I need you. I want to feel you." He turns serious. My eyes flutter with a confused aw look.
"W-What do you mean? You hate me." I tremble.
"Mmm.. doesn't mean I can't crave you." My heart drops. I can feel his bulge on my lower stomach. I've been so horny lately, I'm tired of sitting around waiting to get railed. I'm can feel my underwear getting damp by the second. I look up at him, not knowing what to do.
He smashes his soft lifts onto mine. I don't know what to do besides kiss back. He sticks his tongue into my mouth. His hands slowly make their way way under my shirt feeling my body. I can't resist.
"Mm. I want you, Y/n. I'm so horny, I need your help." He mumbles. Fuck, he's so hot. If i'm going to be honest.. I want him to do all sorts of disrespectful shit to my body right now. Mm, I want him in me.
He squeezes my waist. My hand goes down his chest, to his stomach, then do his dick. I rub him over his jeans. He's so hard right now.
"Mmhh" He moans threw the kiss. He slides his hands down under my ass, lifting me up with his hands under my thighs. He walks to my bedroom, not breaking the kiss. He throws me on the bed, not wasting any time. He pulls his shirt off his head, then resumes to the kiss. He messages my thighs. He starts kissing my cheek, down to my jaw, then to my neck. Sucking so hard, I can feel a bruise developing. He goes down to my boobs..
"I want this off." Tugging on my shirt. I lift my shirt above my head, I throw it on the floor.
"Beautiful." He goes back to kissing my body when he starts sucking on my sensitive tits.
"Aghh" My mouth opens, releasing a small whimper. He sucks more. I can feel my pussy throbbing, wanting attention. I lay my hand on his head, pulling his hair.
"You really hate me, huh?" He laughs. He starts going down on me, kissing every inch of me. He gets to my laced thong. I feel so sexy in these, what a perfect time to choose these. He rubs his thumb over my panties. I'm so wet, I could hear my liquids.
He gets on his knees, on the floor. He pulls my thong down my legs throwing them off to his side. He gets on his knees, kissing down my thighs.
"Someone's excited." referring how wet I am. I gasp to the sudden feeling of his tongue flicking my clit. He spits on my pussy. He sucks my clit.
"Aghh!" I can't help but let out a loud moan. I look down at him, he's focused on the pleasure he causing. Closing his eyes, tasting me.
"You taste so good, baby. Never though I would get to taste a slut like you." How dare he call me a slut? He's the once who wants to fuck me so bad. I'm too stunned to realize what he said, enjoying the feeling. I hear the liquid sound he's making, it feels so fucking good.
"Y/c.. I'm gonna fucking cum." Hearing me say that makes him pull back, smiling. He stands up, putting his hand inside his boxers, stroking his cock.
"Y-Y/c, don't tease me. Finish.. please." I beg.
"Beg." He demands.
"Please." I reply.
"Mm, not good enough. I want to hear you beg."
"Fuck Y/c! Just fuck me already!" He slams into me making practically scream.
"Aghh! Fuck!" I couldn't believe how big he was. He was so rough. He didn't even start off slow to help ease the pain, he just rammed into me leaving me no mercy. My mouth is wide open, looking him in the eyes, gripping my bed sheets. His hands are holding my waist to help his stride.
GO TO PART TWO!
