NSB Oneshots Part 2

♡𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹♡ ♡𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿♥-♡ ♡𝗝𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻♥:♡ ♡𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀♥ ♡

"Can't unravel the secret, no matter how hard I try
Feels like I'm the only one who needs you every time
You and I, difficult, difficult, stop it
Time is up, time is up, time to show
I wanna know about it (Click, click)"

Warning: 18-21+ Really read with caution... (I guess?)

Justin awoke with a start, his heart pounding as he felt a pair of strong hands gripping his hips. He tried to sit up, but a familiar weight pressing down on him kept him pinned to the bed. Blinking his eyes open, he found himself staring up at Darren's grinning face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Darren purred, his voice still rough with sleep. His hands slid down Justin's sides, fingers digging into his skin. Justin shivered, his cock already hardening between his legs.

"Mmph... what are you doing?" Justin mumbled, his brain still foggy. Memories of the night before came flooding back - he and Darren coming home from a club, stumbling into bed together after several rounds of intense, sloppy kissing. He vaguely recalled feeling Darren's hands and mouth on him, but he must have passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh, you don't remember?" Darren teased, leaning down to nuzzle Justin's neck. "I've been occupying myself this morning." He punctuated his words with a nip to Justin's pulse point. Justin gasped, arching up into the touch.

Well, that explained his throbbing erection and the slick slide of lubricant between his cheeks. Darren must have prepared him while he slept. Justin's hole clenched around nothing, empty and aching to be filled.

"Please..." he whimpered, too far gone to be embarrassed by his wanton need. "Need you inside me. Now."

Darren growled in approval, his fingers digging into the meat of Justin's ass. "So greedy." He positioned himself at Justin's entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at his fluttering rim. "Brace yourself, baby. I'm gonna fuck you senseless."

Justin keened, fisting his hands in the sheets. "Yes, fuck yes- ahhh!" His babbling turned into a moan as Darren thrust forward, spearing him open on his thick length. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but in the best way possible.

Darren didn't give him time to adjust, immediately setting a brutal pace. He pounded into Justin's ass with deep, powerful snaps of his hips. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their panting breaths and wanton cries of pleasure.

Justin could only take it, his body pliant and yielding under Darren's dominant possession. He felt used, fucked out, owned in every way possible. And he loved every second of it.

"Harder," Justin begged, his voice high and breathy. "Ruin me. Make me yours."

Darren snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic. One hand came up to wrap around Justin's throat, applying just enough pressure to make him lightheaded. "You're mine," he rasped, his dark eyes boring into Justin's. "This ass belongs to me. This mouth, this cock, your whole fucking body. You're my property."

A litany of affirmative noises spilled from Justin's lips. Yes, yes, yes, all yours, I'm yours, only yours. His orgasm built at the base of his spine, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it became almost painful.

"Please, please, I'm gonna- I'm gonna come," Justin sobbed, his cock throbbing between his legs. "Gonna come on your cock like a fucking whore."

"Come for me then," Darren commanded, his voice dripping with sinful promise. "Come on my fat dick like the needy little slut you are."

That's all it took to push Justin over the edge. He came with a broken wail, his cock spurting thick ropes of pearly come all over his stomach. His hole clamped down around Darren's pistoning length, massaging him in fluttering pulses.

The increased pressure and Justin's debauched cries were too much for Darren to handle. With a roar of completion, he buried himself balls deep and flooded Justin's insides with his release. Justin could feel the scorching heat of Darren's cum painting his walls, claiming him from the inside out.

They collapsed together, panting harshly as they came down from their highs. Darren pressed soft kisses to Justin's face, murmuring words of praise and affection.

"My perfect boy," he crooned, stroking Justin's sweat-dampened hair. "My good, pretty boy. Love you so much. Love this ass, love this mouth, love all of you."

Justin preened under the worshipful touches and words, a dopey smile spreading across his face. "Love you too," he mumbled, his eyelids growing heavy once more. "Love belonging to you. Love being yours."

He drifted off to sleep, sated and content in his boyfriend's embrace. The events of the morning would surely be fuzzy later, but one thing was clear as crystal - he was utterly, completely, and irrevocably Darren's. And he wouldn't have it any other way.