𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 (𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

06

Tw: SA implications, blood kink, vomit, smut

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Sweeney’s POV

Heavy breaths and hushed huffing filled the room as Sweeney's hand moved painfully slow across his length, slowly stroking himself as he glanced through the small hole into the alcove.

You laid there, teasingly nude, nothing covering you but some loose white boxers. This glance leaves little for imagination, but Sweeney's mind was getting creative. He couldn't help but imagine it- you, nude, below him as he slowly pushed into you, you whining from the pain of being stretched. He was assured you were a virgin to such acts. So it was plain, you would be painfully tight, clinging around him, trying to hold him in place but he would push. Push in and out. Fuck you hard and raw. Not stop even if the friction caused the skin to tear, blood being his only lube. He would continue even if you begged him not to, begged him to stop. He would continue. You are his, so he shall use you how he wishes. If he wishes to pin you down, fuck you bloody, then taste his reward, that's what he would do.

He tightened his hand around his length, pushing into it even harder, using his precum as lube. He couldn't help but imagine his hand was you. Imagine that it was your mouth, being forcefully held in place as he slammed his hips into you, his tip pushing down the back of your throat, tears building in your eyes. You gag against him, the vibrations sending shockwaves up his spine. He would continue, thrusting into your throat as he stimulated your gag reflex, continuing even as you felt bile starting to rise in your throat, stomach acid burning your esophagus as chunks of meat and pie dough spewed out of your mouth, your vomit coating his length. Oh but he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't stop till you were left covered in blood, cum, and vomit. He would leave you a miserable mess. He would leave you crying, praying to forget what he did to you. Your holy body demolished by him. Your purity violated. Cast down to hell by him. It would be beautiful. The best fate for a body like yours.

He could feel a tight knot growing in his stomach, the tension of his body leaving his muscles taut. He could feel them contracting. He had to hold in a loud moan, biting down on his lip as he felt the pressure start to release as he finally came, his cum spilling out against the wall and floor. This temporary release left him light headed, his body slowly recovering from the rough strokes he had endured. It was perfect.

Now, he had a conflict, should he take you roughly, claim you as his own in force? Or shall he do it through gifts, through love and kindness. He had to choose. Perhaps he should shoot for what will be best in the long run..

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Summary: Sweeney masturbates while watching the reader sleep, fantasizing about sexual escapades with him. Near the end, he debates if he should gain what he wants through force or through kindness, eventually settling on "what will be best in the long run"