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vampmatic · 21 days ago

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Please god please more parts to reader sleeping in her car!! Need her to fucking humble Patrick and fuck the shit out of him this time, choking him and degrading him while she rides him till his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and she’s calling him pathetic and getting him to beg

LOW ON GAS

summary: It supposed to be a one time thing. One match. One night stand. One dick to forget about. But the guy didn’t pull out so you raided the stuff from his hotel and pick few bills from his wallet. Unfortunately, karma works fast for you.

pairings: patrick zweig x hobosexual!reader

warnings: 9.8k words. mature themes. theft. hobosexual behavior. unprotected p in v. internal ejaculation. brief handjob. dry humping. feminization kink themes. cowgirl position. breath play. (mild) choking kink. degradation humiliation / praise kink. d/s dynamic. power dynamics. read & consume responsibly.

note: hey! so i know this request stayed for almost 3 months in my asks because i’m the slowest writer in the world. /j this one is one of the fics i write the longest considering i have little free time the past few days so i’m sorry for not posting. <3 anyway it’s nasty. if you’re here, i assume you’ve read the tags and chose to read anyway. hope u like it. reblog to support me! hehe.

The room smells like both of your bodies, which has your sweat and mixed cum along with the whiskey he opened before he fucked you. Curtains are still shut close and drawn tight while the air conditioner blows out cold air with a quiet hum. You can feel the cold hitting your body, especially your sticky thighs, where the fluids dried, which also trailed down to the sheets. Patrick’s still out cold with his arm across the pillow where you were as his chest rises under the thin sheets. His hair is messy, and his mouth is open just enough to snore. You watch him, making sure he’s really out before you move. His wallet’s on the dresser, tossed there with his pants, next to half-finished water bottles and a minibar snack bag that hasn’t been touched in days. You take what fits: water bottles, protein bars, untouched take-out, shampoo, soap, and a towel before stuffing them in a laundry bag you found in his hotel until it looks like dirty clothes, not your next meal.

You pause before flipping his wallet open. Holding your breath as you check the bills. He’s careless, leaving too much loose, and you take enough for Plan B, gas, and maybe coffee. Not everything since you are not that much of an asshole. You tear a sheet from the notepad, scrawling quickly: “Got the plan B covered, don’t worry about it.” You don’t say how much because he can figure it out. Sliding your jeans up, ignoring the sting between your thighs before you slip your shoes on at the door, and not looking back. The door clicks shut behind you and the hallway is cold and bright as you balance the bag on your hip, ignoring the cleaning lady’s look.

Outside, the sunrise turns the pavement pink. Your car sits dusty from being parked too long, the handle sticking until you shove your shoulder to get it open. Inside smells like fries and sweat. You drop the bag, pushing dirty clothes off the dash, shifting while your body feels sticky. You should have taken a shower but it will just slow you down. Head falls back, eyes closing while the sky goes from pink to white, stomach empty, lips dry, the world just waking while you try to get as much sleep as you can in your car.

You manage not to go on dates for two days, windows cracked for air, backseat your nest of clothes and the towel you stole, water bottle already drained. When it’s hot, you park by the grocery store lot so you can slip inside to piss or grab cheap coffee, counting crumpled bills left, hair unwashed, eyes down as you pass the glass doors. Late afternoon turns the sky gold with your stomach growling as you pull your knees up, head on the window, thumb brushing your shirt just to feel something while the world stays warm and muffled.

A thump shakes the car like the glass smushing your face before you wake up, but there’s no glass around you. Only Patrick. He’s here with his hand braced on the roof, and sunglasses pushed up. His white shirt stretched across his chest. Neither of you moves. Then he knocks, two slow raps on the glass like he owns your window. Your stomach drops. “Fuck,” you mutter, cracking the window. “Are you seriously-” Voice got cut off by him interrupting you like his words are judgmental enough to hear for this day. “Is this… you?” His brows lift, eyes dropping to your bare legs and the shorts you’ve worn for three days. “Did you just walk into my car?” Pulling the hoodie tighter, you scowl. “Didn’t see it,” he says, glancing at your bumper. “Or maybe I did. You’re parked like an asshole.” Heat crawls up your neck before you grin. “Karma works fast, huh?”

Patrick clicks his tongue, leaning closer, hands on the roof, eyes on yours. “You left a note,” he says. “Didn’t leave your number.” His words translate to say he’s entitled to know it. Right? Because that is how it sounds right now. “Do I have to? It’s just a one-night stand.” Voice catches in your throat despite your trying to sound casual. His jaw flexes. “Are you really sleeping in here?” The seat squeaks as you shift, chin lifting. “What’s it to you, huh?” His eyes scan your face, dropping lower, like he can see how sore your cunt still is from him. His mouth twitches, a breath leaving him, lips tugging up. “Get out.” That made your eyes widen a little. “What?” You ask like you didn’t hear him correctly. “Get. Out.” His voice drops, sharp enough that your cunt pulses. “I’m not talking to you through a fucking window.”

Drumming your fingers on the wheel, you crack the door, stepping out barefoot onto warm asphalt, air making you shiver. The hoodie swallows you, brushing your thighs. Patrick’s eyes drag down, taking in your bare legs and chipped toenail polish with the hotel bag in the seat. He lets out a short laugh. “You stole the towel, too?” Crossing your arms as you ignore the way your heart clenches when he looks at you like that. “And the water,” you say, chin tipping up. “You got enough left for that pill?” He steps closer, smells like clean sweat and cologne making your mouth water. “Yeah.” You shrug. “Covered it.” His stare digs in, like he doesn’t believe you. “You always do this shit?” Patrick starts like he’s finding the right words to say. “Do what?” Your voice tightens. Patrick leans in, voice low. “Use your pussy to get a bed, then run before they wake up?”

Heat flares under your skin, shame and anger twisting with the memory of his cock in your cunt. “Fuck you.” His smirk cuts sharply. “Already did.” Your mouth opens, ready to tell him off, ready to crawl back in and drive, but he grabs your wrist to pull you close. Your chest brushing his, breath catching. “Let’s go,” he says. “Go where?” His thumb brushes your pulse, firm. “You think I’m leaving you out here?” Your eyes flick to your beat-up car, garbage on the dash, and a dent in your bumper. “You don’t even know me.” His thumb presses harder. “I know enough.” It’s unbelievable to think how he pushes things, but you are also desperate and… well, maybe you know him enough, he’s not a bad person. “Patrick- ” His name sticks, cold air wrapping your bare legs while heat rolls off him. The sunlight catches the hair on his jaw because it’s shining so bright today. There’s also the stare he has on you that makes your chest clench. He’s a wreck, that’s for sure. He’s a mess too but you can’t even figure out, especially what he wants from you. “I’ll give five seconds to get your shit, or I’m throwing you over my shoulder. ”

Breath catching while cars pass, headlights sweeping the cracked pavement. His hand stays on your wrist, warm and grounding, dragging you out of your mess without asking if you want it. Swallowing, your eyes flick to his, and heat pulls low in your stomach. “You’re insane,” you whisper. He grins. “Probably.” You turn to grab your purse and he’s close behind, heat at your back. His breath hits your neck before you crawl inside. Hands shaking as you grab the purse with your last bills while knowing he’s watching the stretch of your thighs, and the hoodie riding up.

“You done?” His voice is rough and deep. It’s edged with something that makes your legs clench. You don’t answer, stepping back as the car door slams, looking up at him. His hand brushes your hair back, knuckles dragging your cheek but his eyes dropping to your mouth before his tongue flicking over his lips. “Let’s go,” he repeats, softer. You let him take the purse. Fingers brushing his, warm and rough, before looking away, letting him lead you away from the car, away from the only bed you’ve had in weeks. As you walk beside him, bare feet on hot pavement, cunt still sore and wet, a breathless laugh slips out. “Fuck,” you mumble, “karma really does hit fast.”

He pulls you close while he’s chuckling, and his hand is heavy on your back as he leads you toward somewhere you don’t know. But you already guessed it right before you entered the hotel. It still looks the same but feels different. Maybe it’s because you didn’t plan this, maybe you don’t know what he wants, and maybe you like the thrill of the moment. You can feel the cold air raising goosebumps in your legs when the door clicks shut. He drops your purse and the key on the table as you can feel the shift when you glance at the unmade bed. There are empty beer bottles on the nightstand, and the faint scent of his cologne mixes with soap. “Sit,” he says before nodding at the bed.

Your mouth opens at his audacity to order you what to do, but the look he gives is steady like it’s final. So you drop onto the edge and you pull your knees to your chest after. Arms wrapping around them as you watch him rummage in the fridge. He pulls out a takeout box and you can tell it’s for you. The smell makes your stomach tighten. There’s the sharp hunger you’ve ignored. Patrick glances back and catches your eyes on him. You can’t tell if he’s teasing you by the way his smirk tugs at his mouth. But you didn’t call him out, you just watched him grab a plastic fork and sit in front of you. It’s close enough that your knees brush his thigh.

“You’re gonna eat,” he says. “I’m not-” your word cut off because your stomach twists in knots despite you being ready to lie. You pull your sleeves more over your hands while you look away when the smell of the food already thickens on your tongue. Of course, there’s a part of you that wants to keep denying it because you don’t want to feel you owe someone something. You want to keep the pride wrapped around your body like how this hoodie wraps around your body. But there is also the other part of you that is tired. The bone-deep kind of tired that empties your chest when you try to breathe.

“Don’t start.” His voice cuts through the quiet, calm but sharp enough to drop your shoulders. He doesn’t sound angry, just steady, done with your bullshit before you speak. Turning the fork once, he lifts it toward you, steam curling into the air. Gaze stays on your face like it’s a patient in a way that makes your stomach sick for different reasons. Heat is crawling under all layers of your body while you press your lips together. It’s jaw tight but you don’t pull back.

You swallow hard your pride before you lean forward. Lips close around the spoon, and the flavor of the food floods your mouth. Salt and pepper with something sweet. Eyes flutter shut while you chew and you catch his eyes to your mouth before you fully close it. “Good girl,” he mutters, too low to fight. Patrick keeps feeding you and watching you chew and swallow. He even wipes the sauce from your chin with his thumb. After a few bites, you can already feel your stomach stop aching. It is replaced with warmth spreading through your chest as your shoulders drop. The tension is melting enough for you to breathe.

He set it aside when it emptied and leaned back to study you while the air conditioner was the only noise that filled the room. “Shower,” he says, tilting his head toward the bathroom. You wipe your mouth on your sleeve but don’t move. “Why?” Patrick raises an eyebrow at you. “You‘re really asking that?” That makes you glare at him and you twist your sleeves as your eyes drop to the carpet. The shame crawls back under your skin. It reminds you not to shower properly for long now.

“Go,” he said, and his voice was softer now. He holds his hand out to you when he pushes him up. Eyes dart to his hand and hesitate before letting their fingers slip and intertwine together. His palm is warm and steady as he pulls you up. He doesn’t let go until you’re in front of the bathroom mirror. Picture of you reflecting in the mirror in front of you. Hoodie too big, eyes tired, hair a mess, and legs marked with faint bruises. His warmth presses behind you. The scent mixes with the soap in the air. His hand brushes hair from your cheek and tucks it back before dragging down your neck. The light is enough to leave your skin buzzing.

“Go on,” he says. It’s low and steady. Stepping inside the shower, you leave the glass door half open. Thank god he respects you enough to leave even though you know most men won’t. You pulled your hoodie off the moment the door clicked. Hoodie thrown onto the floor along with your other clothes. The water hisses as you turn the knob to the right. Steam fogging the mirror and water hits your shoulders. It’s warm and feels so good. The water rinses away grit and sweat, and washes off days of car air. Head falling forward, feeling water runs through your hair as your fingers comb out knots, and pulling away the last of the gas station bathrooms.

Through the closed door you can even hear him moving around. The bed creaks, and a drawer slides open. Eyes closed as you let the water hold you. Your chest rises with deep clean breaths. Stepping out with a towel waiting on the sink, and warmth from the air. Towel wrapped around your body while the water drips down from your hair to your shoulders and trails down to your collarbone. When you open the door, you can see how his eyes turn around quickly. You can’t explain what you feel with the way he looks at you from the bed. You don’t even know how to feel about that. His one arm draped over his knee, jaw tight, and eyes dark. “Feel better?” he asks.

Head nods before you adjust the towel around your chest. Skin shining from the droplets, cleanliness, and the heat of the shower. “Good,” he says. There’s a small smile pulling at his lips before he speaks again, “Come here.” You do but after you only let out a deep breath. You step forward, and you can feel the carpet soft under your feet with your towel brushing your thighs. The warm air wraps around you like the towel you have right now. His hand reaches out, catching yours and tugging you closer until your knees press to the bed’s edge. Heat rises to your cheeks as his eyes trace drops of water rolling down your thighs.

“Up,” he says with his voice low and hands slipping to your hips. So you do. You let your knees settle on either side of him as the towel shifts when you are climbing into his lap. Cunt brushing all over the soft fabric of his shorts, the warmth soaking through. It looks like he doesn’t really mind it with the way his hands settle on your thighs and how his thumbs brush on your damp skin. Your chest rises tight as his eyes meet with that look you can’t read. For a moment, you lean into him, and your head drops to his shoulder. You breathe in the clean scent of him, and his hand is smoothing over your damp hair. It goes down to your back, and pauses between your shoulder blades.

Both of you are quiet, and it's kind of quiet heavy but not quite uncomfortable. You could hear how his heart beat when you move your head against his chest. It feels like a reminder that for now, you’re somewhere warm and not inside your car, and when you look up, his eyes are already on you. “Karma works fast, huh?” you mumble the your favorite statement you said today with a tiny laugh slipping out. You might repeat it for many times just to remind yourself. Patrick’s mouth twitches before a chuckle leaves him. His hand goes back to brushing your hair for a few moments. Fingers trailing your jaw before resting on your neck. “Yeah,” he says, eyes not leaving yours. “Lucky me.”

Your hips roll slowly and you drag the heat of your cunt across the thick line of his cock under the fabric to let him feel every second. The towel bunches around your waist, wet warmth soaking through, It’s darkening his shorts under your weight. His breath hitches, chest rising under your palms, eyes glassy and wide. “You like this?” Calm words slip out as your hips move again. You down hard enough to make him grunt, head tipping back before he catches himself. His jaw tightens, hands fisting in the sheets, knuckles white as he keeps them there like you told him. A muscle in his neck jumps when you grind down again just to let him feel how wet you’re getting. To remind what he can’t touch.

“Feels good, huh?” Your palm presses to his throat. You feel his Adam's apple bobbing when you tighten your palm around his neck, “Bringing me back here. Feeding me. Letting me shower.” His eyes flick up, and his mouth parts like he wants to speak, but your hips press harder. The friction catches your clit, and you can feel the pleasure sparking up your spine. Then a rough sound breaks out of him before he can bite it back. “Oh, you like that?” you mock him through your sweet tone. Lips curling as you watch his eyes flutter. “That's why you brought me here? So you could feel big, feel like the hero, picking up the girl sleeping in her car, washing her, fucking her so you can feel better about yourself?” His breath turns ragged. Hands flexing on the sheets. Hips lifting to chase the drag of your cunt over him.

“You got a savior complex, maybe?” You lean in to let your nose brush his, and your lips hover. “That's it? You like having something to fix?” His breath stutters, and his eyes dart to your mouth. You can see the clear desperation flickering in them. It’s something raw that makes your cunt pulse. “Answer me.” There’s a shaky breath he lets out that can be close to a moan. “Fuck-” Your hand catches his jaw before your thumb goes inside his mouth just to smear his spit across his cheek. “Tell me.” His hips press up again with cock straining under the fabric, and there’s the low groan rumbling in his chest.

“I- fuck, I don’t-” Your hips roll again, slow and hard. Pressing down until you feel him twitch, breath catching, and eyes fluttering shut before snapping open. “Don’t lie.” His mouth falls open, breath warm, eyes wide. “I just-” His voice cracks, throat working. “Fuck, I just wanted to help.” But that’s what makes you laugh loudly. So he’s one of those guys who like to treat girls who look helpless in their eyes like damsels in distress? That’s shocking considering how his Tinder profile makes him sound like a pussy hopper. Just like a person who can’t stay in one town. You lean in, lips brushing his ear. “Help, huh? You think fucking me helps?” Hips rolling slowly, you drag your cunt over him until slick soaks through the towel, pressing into the thick line of his cock. A broken gasp slips from him, head falling back, eyes squeezing shut.

“Pathetic,” you whisper, tongue flicking against his ear, and teeth catching the lobe before letting it go. His hips buck desperately, he’s chasing the friction while another rough sound breaking out of him. “Fucking pathetic.” Your hand slides from his jaw to his throat before pressing lightly. His pulse hammer under your palm and you can feel the pressure. His eyes open, wide and glassy, lips parting around a shaky breath. “Fuck- please-” Hips rolling again, you drag your cunt over him, letting him feel how wet you are.

“Please what?” Fingers tighten around his throat, making his eyes flutter, his hips jerking, cock twitching under the fabric. His breath stutters, eyes rolling before snapping back to yours. “Please- let me touch you,” he manages, voice rough and broken. Your smile comes slow, cruel, hips grinding down as the towel slips higher. “No.” You keep rolling your hips, letting him feel every inch. Heavy breath hitches in him when you move closer, put your hand on his chest, and mouth inches away from him. You just keep holding him in place as you continue to grind down and your cunt drags to his cock.

“Careful,” he mutters before his lips brush yours, and his eyes are half-lidded. “You’re acting like you’re in charge.” Smile creeps to your face before your hand slides up to his throat to squeeze it until his jaw clenches and he’s resisting involuntarily. “Aren’t I?” His eyes immediately turn sour and there’s a spark tightening his thighs. You almost didn’t notice how his cock twitched again under the fabric until he thrust up. His mouth frowns for seconds before he tries to grin. “You think you’re scary, huh?” Fingers press harder into his throat, a low grunt breaking from him as his hips jerk. “Say it again,” you whisper, lips brushing his jaw. “Fuck,” he breathes, trying to keep the grin, but it falters when your other hand slips under his waistband, finding the thick heat of him, hard and leaking. Fingers curl around him, stroking slowly, pulling a stuttering breath from his lips.

His head tips back, eyes fluttering before meeting yours. “That's all you got, princess?” Your hand tightens around the base, squeezing until his eyes widen, a strained sound breaking out. “You’re talking a lot for someone about to beg.” Your thumb drags over his leaking tip through the fabric, slick sliding down the length. His hips jerk, hands shifting, but your left hand pins him down, palm firm on his chest. “Stay.” The word lands calmly, heavy. “Bossy,” he mutters, but his voice cracks. A smirk tugs at your lips as your right hand tugs his shorts down, his cock springing free, flushed and heavy.

His hips lift to help, eyes glued to your hand, tongue swiping his lip. “You like this,” you say. Fingers stroking slowly while watching his chest rise and fall and mouth dropping open as you squeeze around him. You keep dragging your hand up to the tip, thumb smearing pre-cum. “Yeah,” he breathes, trying to sound cocky, voice shaking. “So what?” Your hand pauses, squeezing tighter until he hisses. “You think bringing me here will make you feel good, huh?” Your eyes narrow, watching him fight to keep eye contact as you stroke him, slow and steady. His throat bobs, a strained laugh slipping out. “You think too much.” Leaning forward, you let your breath hit his ear while your hand moves faster. The palm slick sound obscene.

“No, baby. I just see through you.” A grunt breaks out of him, hips jerking, hands gripping the sheets, eyes rolling before forcing them open, bratty and desperate. “Fuck,” he bites out, voice rough, cracking as your thumb circles his sensitive tip until he flinches, thighs trembling under you. “You gonna beg for it?” The question lands calmly, your hand steady, dragging him to the edge on your terms. His chest heaves, sweat beading, lips red, and eyes dropping before he rasps out, “Please.”

Grip tightening while you watch him squirm as his cock pulsing in your hand. “Good boy,” you whispered as your thumb brushing over his slit again only to pull a deep broken groan from him. His eyes fluttered with hips stuttering up as you smiled. It makes you slow your hand just to tease him with light strokes and your left hand pressed to his chest. You slide it up to his collarbone before pushing him back against the pillows. His spine thuds softly against the headboard as you climb higher over his lap, your knees sinking into the mattress for balance.

“Don’t,” Patrick warns, but there’s no bite, only the tick of his jaw and the parting of his lips as he drags in a shaky breath when your right hand dips between your bodies, hooking under the waistband of his shorts. “Don’t what?” Your voice stays low, steady, your palm pressing harder against his chest to keep him down. “Don’t touch you? Don’t make you feel good?” The towel slips higher on your thighs while your hand slides under the cotton, knuckles brushing against the thick line of his cock which is obviously already hard. It’s twitching when your fingers curl around him.

His hips jerk and involuntarily buck, which makes him mutter, “Fuck.” Eyes closing for a breath before snapping open. “You think you’re in charge just ‘cause you’re on top?” His words crumble when you stroke him slowly, your thumb brushing under the head before dragging slick down the length. “Don’t need to think it,” you say with your eyes sweeping over his flushed face. Lashes fluttering as your grip tightens, and thighs tensing beneath you. “I am.” He lets out a breathless huff that tries to be a laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tries to buck up into your fist.

“You’re not as tough as you act,” he throws back, testing, pushing, wanting to see how far he can go before you snap. Your hand pauses, squeezing until a hiss breaks from his teeth, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows. “Keep talking,” you murmur, dragging your fingers down his shaft, shifting your grip to roll over the head, warm and slick, pulling another jerk from his hips. “You like pretending, huh?” His jaw flexes, teeth gritting, eyes burning into yours. “Like acting tough when you’re soaking just from grinding on me-” His voice cracks, thighs trembling when you stroke him again, slow, thumb teasing precum along the head.

“Oh, poor baby,” you cut in. It’s sweet but there’s cut into it. Your hand pumping him faster now, thumb rolling under the head until his breath stutters. “You’re trying so hard to sound cocky while your cock’s leaking all over my hand,” you coo him with your sweet voice but your words are the opposite of sweet. “Fuck,” he breathes, hips twitching up, but you push him down, your palm pressing him into the mattress as you drag it out, stroking him slowly until he shivers under you. “You're gonna tell me you’re in control now?” Your head tilts, eyes dragging over his flushed cheeks, lips parting on a shaky breath as he glances down to where your hand works him under the band of his shorts.

“Look at you,” you whisper, leaning closer until your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Fucking pathetic.” A groan tears from him, low and rough, hips fighting to fuck up into your fist, but your weight keeps him pinned. “Shut up,” he tries, but the words break when you squeeze tighter, twisting your wrist the way you know he likes. “Oh, you want me to shut up now?” You pull your hand back just enough to watch frustration flash across his face, the flush creeping down his neck before you slip your fingers back down to push his shorts lower on his hips.

Hand pulls his shorts down to his thighs and frees himself from the fabric. Cock quickly springs up and it’s flushed, leaking, and twitching. You could feel and see the three happen as your hand gave him a slow stroke from the end of the base up to his tip. Thumb brushing and circling around the slit to smear his precum from there down to his whole cock. His breath hitches, a broken noise catching in his throat as his head tips back against the pillow. “Say it,” you murmur, pumping him slow, eyes locked on his face. “Say you like this.” He shakes his head, but his hips lift into your hand, chasing friction that gives him away. “Fuck you,” he grits, desperate, cracked, the words falling apart when you twist your wrist and drag your thumb under the swollen head again.

Your lips curl, voice dropping lower as you lean in, nose brushing his jaw, breath warm on his skin. “You already did.” Even if he tries his best to keep that smug look on his face, it won’t work because it falters fast when you continue to stroke him again. Your hand is slick and warm while it drags from the base to the tip until his hips continue to jerk and release grunts from his throat. His hands move and tug at the hem of his shirt. He tries to pull it over his head while pinned under your weight. The motion pulled another low, helpless noise from his chest.

The fabric bunches, catching at his shoulders, when you help him push it off his body before he yanks it off to toss it aside. His chest rises and falls, flushed, sweat starting to gather along his collarbone as he shoves his shorts the rest of the way down, kicking them off until they hang at one ankle before pulling them free, leaving him bare beneath you, cock standing hard against his stomach. “Needy,” you murmur, eyes dragging over the lines of his body, seeing the way his muscles tighten under your gaze, the faint tremble in his thigh that betrays him. “Shut up.” Your hand wraps around him again, stroking slowly, thumb brushing over the leaking tip. “Fucking- god, just-” he tries, but it spills out on a groan, head tipping back against the pillow as his hips roll up, chasing your hand.

“You want something?” Your voice stays calm, soft but heated, your gaze dropping to where your hand works him, watching how the head glistens each time you pull back, precum smearing across your palm. His jaw tightens, eyes snapping open, dark and restless, meeting yours with a glare that’s too shaky to land. “Get on with it,” he spits out, trying to sound annoyed, but the breathlessness ruins it. His thighs shaking under you giving him away. You let your hand fall away so you watch his cock twitch. There’s a frustrated sound catching in his throat as you reach for the edge of your towel before you fully dragging it out slowly, since it’s already bunched down and just pooling in your thighs and stomach. You throw the on the floor.

The warm air brushing over your skin and your nipples harden. His eyes drop down too low at your breasts and mouth parting before his eyes look further down at your stomach. Stop at the curve of your hips and the soft skin of your thighs to stare too long. “Fuck,” he breathes out as his hands flex against the sheets like he wants to touch but doesn’t dare. You crawl forward, and your knees bracket his hips. The tip of his cock brushes your inner thigh as you settle over him. One hand wraps around him again to guide him and let the head slide along your slit. It catches against your folds before smearing your wetness down his length. His hips jerk, a broken groan leaves him as the head drags over your clit, forcing your breath to catch, a soft, shaky “Nnh” slipping past your lips.

You rock your hips, slow, letting him glide along your slit again, coating him, your clit throbbing each time the head catches where you’re sensitive. “Please,” he breathes, hands lifting like he’s going to grab your hips but stopping, fingers curling into the sheets instead. “Please, fuck, just-” You tilt your head, rolling your hips again, letting the head of his cock catch at your entrance before pulling back, denying him. “What’s that?” you murmur, low and teasing, eyes locked on his. “You begging now?”

Color rises in his cheeks as his teeth clench, trying to swallow it down, but his hips jerk up, trying to push inside, the head pressing at your slit, forcing a gasp from you before you lift just enough to keep him out. “You’re a fucking tease,” he spits out, voice cracking, the desperation in his eyes giving him away. Your lips curve, leaning down so your breasts brush his chest, your mouth at his ear. “And you love it.” A half-groan, half-laugh rattles from his chest as he shakes under you, your hand guiding him back, the tip sliding along your folds again before catching at your entrance.

You press down just enough for the head to pop in, stretching you. The heat flooding your cunt before you stop. You hold him there, letting him feel how wet and warm you are. His eyes squeeze shut, mouth dropping on a rough, “Fuck-” as his hips try to thrust up, but your hands catch his shoulders, pressing him back into the mattress. “Don’t move,” you warn, voice calm even as your thighs tremble, the stretch making your cunt clench around the tip, your clit throbbing under the pressure. “Baby, please,” he groans, raw and needy. His eyes opening to look at you, it’s glassy, but dark. “Just let me-” You didn’t. You tighten and clench around him. Purposely squeezing him down until his hips can’t help to buck and until there’s a choked noise breaks from his head. Also don’t forget how his head tips back.

“You want it?” you ask while your lips brush his to tease him. Breath mixing with his. Heat is building between you until it feels like it might swallow you both. “Please,” he gasps and hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles go white. Hips trembling under your weight. “Please, please-” The halfway of his cock stretches you as you sink lower- taking him inch by inch. Warmth flooding your cunt with your thighs quivering as you adjust. His breath punches out a broken sound in his throat as his hips try to thrust. He’s desperate to bury himself, but your hands brace on his chest, holding him down. “Don’t,” you say with your voice breathy, even as your pussy flutters around him. Let him wait you as you take your time to sink onto him.

His hands scramble at your waist, fingers digging into your skin, eyes wild and pleading, and sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. “Fuck, come on, just- shit-” You roll your hips, taking another inch before pulling back, making him feel every second of it. His cock throbbing inside you, and leaking against your walls. The wet sound loud in the quiet room as you watch his face. You like the way his mouth falls open, brows pinching, chest rising and falling too fast like he can’t catch his breath. “You’re leaking all over me,” you murmur, dragging your nails lightly down his chest while your cunt squeezes around him. Dropping a little lower, you take him deeper and pause when his eyes roll back for a second. “Acting like a desperate little bitch.” His hips buck, and a choked moan slips out before he bites it back, shaking his head like he’s trying to fight it, but you see the flush on his face, the twitch of his cock inside you, thick and hard, precum dripping into your pussy.

“Fuck you,” he grits out, but the crack in his voice betrays him. His eyes flick up to yours before dropping to where your pussy is swallowing him, lips parting as his tongue wets them like he’s starving. “You wish,” you sarcastically say as his words are more sound shit right now because he’s really inside of you. He might be a fool to continue to act like a big boy when he’s begging like that. You lift your hips just enough for the tip to drag along your slit before sinking back down slowly. Just the same motion and cycle. You just keep letting your pussy flutter around the thick head to take him deep enough to make your clit throb. His hands grab at your hips to try to force you down, but you catch his wrists and pin them above his head. Leaning forward until your chest brushes his as you let your breath mix with his breathing. “Pathetic,” you whisper, and the way your cunt squeezes around him makes his hips jerk up without permission..

It forces a soft, broken “Ngh- fuck-” from his throat as his eyes squeeze shut, trying to swallow the sound. Keeping him trapped under you while you let your pussy take him slowly. You grind down on the head so he feels how you clench around him, and wetness dripping down his shaft that soaking his skin. His chest heaves, stomach muscles flexing as he tries not to beg, but it shows in the glassy look in his eyes, the parted lips catching every shaky breath. “You like that, huh?” you murmur. Hips rolling in slow, lazy circles so your clit brushes his pelvis, and sparks running up your spine. “Getting used like this.” A weak shake of his head does nothing, lips wet and parted as he chokes out, “S-shut the fuck up-”

“Can’t even take it without whining,” you say calmly, letting your cunt squeeze down again until a groan breaks from his chest. His eyes roll back before he drags them open, looking at you like he can’t decide if he wants to curse you or beg you to keep going. Rolling your hips slowly and deeply as you let him slide in a little further each time. Pussy dragging along every vein, every twitch, and every pulse of precum leaking from his cock. It makes you wetter and lets you take him easier while keeping the pace slow enough to drive him insane.

Your hips sink until you take him fully. Your pussy swallows his cock, squeezing around him and pulling a rough gasp from his throat. His head falls back on the pillows with his jaw tight, eyes shut, and veins in his neck standing out as he tries not to buck up. Heat blooms low in your belly when you grind down, letting your clit rub against the base, making sure he feels how wet you are, how your pussy clenches around him. Watching him, you see the rise and fall of his chest, the flex of his hands against the sheets, the parted lips letting out a soft, broken, “Nngh- fuck-”

“You gonna take it?” Your voice stays low, steady, while you lift your hips to let the head of his cock drag against your walls before dropping back down, filling yourself again, and letting your pussy clamp around him. “Gonna take it like the messy little bitch you are?” His eyes snap open, dark and glazed, mouth falling open as a choked moan escapes, pink flushing down his chest. “Shit- fuck- stop- saying that-” But you see the twitch of his cock, the jerk of his hips despite the words, and the deeper flush when you call him out. You roll your hips slowly as you let him feel every drag and clench while your cunt milks him. His palms are bracing on his chest when he tries to thrust up too fast.

“Leaking like a girl all over my cunt,” you murmur, your thumb swiping across his lips before pressing into his cheek to turn his face up toward you, eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth parted with heavy, gasping breaths. “You like that, huh? Can’t even keep it together.” His teeth catch on his lip, but a muffled “Hnn- ah-” breaks free, hips lifting in a small, desperate thrust that barely moves him inside you. You feel the throb, the slick leaking around his cock, dripping down onto his thighs. “Say it,” you tell him, dropping your hips hard enough to make him cry out. Cunt squeezing down while you roll your hips slow and deep. You let your clit drag against him while you take what you need, keeping him where you want him. “Say you like it.”

His hands grab your waist. His nails digging in, trying to ground himself, but his head shakes as his eyes tear up and he chokes out, “Fuck- ah- no-” before his voice breaks on a high soft moan. It sounds too pretty, too sweet, and you know he feels it, knows you hear it. “Pathetic,” you whisper before leaning down so your mouth brushes his ear while your pussy clenches around him. You drop your weight, and grinding slow circles. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

A strangled noise punches out of his chest as his cock pulses inside you. A soft, broken, “Ah- nngh-” following as his hips jerk, thighs shaking under you. His fsce flushed and wet while he blinks up with mouth hanging open. You lift your hips to let the tip catch against your slit. Cunt flutters around him so he can feel it, so he can watch you suck him, so he can watch you sink back down to his ball, so he can just milk him, so you can let your clit rub against him until your breath catches and so you can let your thighs tremble.

“See?” Voice drops low and lips tug upwards to a smirk as you watch him. “Can’t even take it without making a mess.” His eyes roll back and a breathless “Mhff- ah- fuck-” spills out as he clings to your hips. He’s trying to pull you down harder, but you keep it slow. You grind into him, letting him drown in it, letting him feel how tight you are, how wet your pussy is, and how you’re using him. You can see how he fell apart. How his lips got more red with the way he bites them, how his chest heaves, and how the sweat made his skin shiny and glassy. It’s actually satisfying to see him like this when most of the guys you meet from dating apps just want to be in control. Well, he was like that from the start, maybe you just have to push the right button for him to flip.

The room fills with the slick sounds of your pussy taking him over and over, and the air thickens with your shared breaths. You know he’ll break soon, know he’ll beg if you keep going, but you aren’t done with him yet. Thighs are already burning but you keep moving. Keep bouncing on his cock so it drags against your walls deep and slow before slamming back down to make him gasp out sounds. His hands clutch your hips, trying to ground himself, but each time you sink down he loses it more. His head falling back, eyes rolling up, and lips parting for those soft broken noises.

“Keep your eyes open.” Your hand catches his jaw, holding him steady as you ride him. Cunt clenching around his cock while you take him so deep you feel him in your stomach. Each thrust sending sparks up your spine. His eyes flutter open, glassy and wet, pupils blown, cheeks flushed, and sweat dripping down his face. His mouth falls open on a ragged, “Hah- hah- fuck-” and you see how close he is. Can see how he’s trying to hold it back, and trying not to cum too fast.

“God, look at you,” you breathe as you roll your hips slowly so your clit rubs against the base of him. You want him to feel how wet you are, and how tight your pussy is just to milk him. “You’re leaking all over yourself… Dripping down your fucking balls, and shaking like this.” A small choked sound falls from his lips while his hips jerk up as he to fuck into you, but your hand slams against his chest. You pin him down to force him to take it your way. Leaning forward, you bring your other hand up, and two fingers pressing against his lips.

“Open.” The moment you said that his mouth parts without question. It’s warm and slick around your fingers as you push them in before pressing down on his tongue just letting him taste your sweat and your skin. His eyes flutter shut while he sucks. He's hollowing as his drool spills out of the corners of his mouth and drips down his chin. You ride him harder to grind your pussy down more against him. But you ride him like a toy. You’re fucking yourself on his cock while your cunt milks him again and again. Every wet slap of your hips fills the room, mixing with his muffled moans around your fingers.

“Fucking look at you,” you murmur with voice low while your breath comes heavy, and sweat dripping down your neck. “Sucking on my fingers like a cock, drooling all over yourself. You want me to think you’re a man acting like this?” A whimper rips out of him. It’s high and desperate. Hips lifting to meet your grind and cock twitching inside your pussy as more slick leaks down to the sheets. His eyes crack open, there are tears beading in the corners. Pupils blown so wide you can barely see the color. Mouth stretched around your fingers while he sucks, messy, and drool mixing with sweat on his lips.

There’s a string of saliva when you pull out your fingers and it connects from his mouth to your palm. You just smear it on his cheek as your hips slam down to take him deep as you can. Grinding your clit against his pelvis while his cock stays buried deep. Your breath catching and heat spilling into your stomach. “Feels good?” Your voice cuts through his messy and needy sounds while your pussy clenches around him. It makes him stutter under you. “Hngh- f-fuck- hah- yeah-” His voice breaks in weak and desperate sounds. Hands clutch the sheets as his hips buck up to try to fuck into you faster. Rolling your hips as you let him feel your cunt dragging over his cock. You’re squeezing him, and milking every drop of precum from his tip. Your clit throbs from the friction. Pleasure building tight enough to make your legs shake.

You watch the way his mouth drops open, the way his eyes roll back, and the way he moans like he can’t stop. It’s clear as a day how far gone he is, also how the control he clings to slips away. You don’t stop or slow down. Just riding him hard, letting him hear how wet you are, how good it feels using him until you get what you want, until he’s whining, and until the only thing he can do is take it. Your cunt squeezes him tight, swallowing every inch as you grind down, the drag of his cockhead hitting just right but not fast enough to get you off. His head tips back, eyes glazed, mouth open, soft whines spilling out whenever your hips drop hard to stuff him deep, pressing your clit down on him. “Look at that,” you hum, voice syrup-sweet and mocking as your hand trails down his stomach, feeling the flex of his abs under your palm. “Your cock’s so hard for me, pretty thing. You like being used, don’t you?”

His answer comes in a stuttering gasp a choked-off, “Ah- fuck-” that gets swallowed by the wet sounds of your pussy sucking him in. It’s obscene, each grind forcing out more slick that drips down his balls. “Mm, you like that,” you coo, rocking down harder to make your cunt clamp around him. Dragging a shiver through his body that leaves his thighs trembling. “Being nothing but a cock for me to ride. That’s all you are, huh? My little toy.” He tries to brace himself, tries to hold your hips, but his hands slip on your skin. Already shaky and weak, his hips stuttering up as he chases your heat. His eyes are wet, lashes sticking together with tears he doesn’t notice. Your nails drag down his chest as you bounce, letting his cock hit deeper, letting him feel how tight and warm you are, how you’re using him to rub your clit just right. The sounds you pull from him are pathetic, sharp gasps and high whines that crack as he loses control.

“Aw, you’re so messy,” you mock, leaning down so your lips brush his ear, letting your breath ghost over his flushed skin. “You gonna cum for me already? Gonna cream like a needy little cunt, huh?” His head shakes with a broken, “N-no- ah- hah-” but his hips jerk, cock twitching inside your pussy. He’s leaking more as you ride him relentless. “Aw, princess, you’re leaking so much,” you laugh. It’s soft and cruel. Your hand slips between your bodies to rub your clit, letting him feel how wet he’s making you. “Can’t even hold it in, can you? Gonna cum for me like a good little pussy, aren’t you?” His mouth falls open on a wrecked, “Nnnh- ahhn- fuck-” before his hips jerk up, cock throbbing deep as he cums, hot and thick, flooding your cunt while he chokes on a sob, tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Aw, there it is,” you mutters. Hips grinding as he cums inside. Wrong idea ever since you literally just took a plan B and he just cum inside you again. His cock twitch and his cum spilling out around your folds. It’s dripping down his balls and soaking the sheets. “Good girl. Can’t even control yourself, cumming just from being inside me. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it, honey?” It made him whimper more and his eyes rolled back. You watch as his chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath, but you don’t stop. You keep riding him to let his oversensitive cock stay buried inside, and to let him feel every squeeze and every grind as you chase your own high.

Legs shake under you as his hands clutch the sheets. Tears are streaking his flushed face. Mouth opens for his soft desperate cries whenever your hips slam down to make his cock twitch and spasm. “Mm, so pretty when you cry,” you murmur, voice light and teasing. Nails scratch down his chest while you ride. Making him feel how deep you take him, and how your cunt keeps him in place. “My pretty little toy, so fucking easy, just here to keep me warm, yeah?” The room fills with the sounds of your pussy squelching around him. The slap of your thighs against his, and the soft choked cries spilling from his lips as you keep moving and fucking him through the mess and using every inch of his cock. Your pussy tightens and he bucks up like he can’t help it. Breath stuck in his throat while you stay stuffed full. His cum still drips out around your folds. It’s slick and warm as it slides down his balls every time you roll your hips to use him exactly how you want.

Your hand wanders up his chest to find a nipple to pinch between your fingers before twisting until he gasps. His eyes are squeezing shut, his lips parting around a soft, needy moan that sounds too pretty. “Aw, look at you, sweetheart,” you coo with a soft voice as you lean down to kiss the corner of his mouth and taste the salt of his tears. “All sensitive and messy for me. You like it, huh? My pretty princess, taking my pussy so well.” His eyes flutter open. They’re glassy and dazed. Your mouth dropping when you grind again and your cunt swallowing him down just to empty every inch while he twitches inside you. He’s pressing against your walls in all the right places. Your other hand tangles in his hair to pull his head back so you can see his flushed face, the tears, and the trembling lips when you keep him deep while grinding your clit against his base.

“Keep your hands busy, baby,” you tell him before guiding one shaking hand to your clit and pressing his fingers there to force him to rub slow circles as you ride him. “You’re gonna help me cum, aren’t you, pretty thing?” A breathy whimper leaves him. Hips twitching when your cunt squeezes tighter, the wet sounds loud, and your slick and his cum dripping messily. His brows furrow as he tries to focus. Lips parting around soft, choked noises as he rubs you, his fingers slipping in your wetness, and pressing just right to make your hips stutter.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” you murmur with voice dropping lower as you ride him harder. Just using the drag of his cock to push yourself closer while your clit grinds against his hand. “Such a good little pussy, letting me use you like this.” Your grip on his hair tightens, pulling his head back further so your fingers can press against his throat. It’s enough to make his breath catch and to make his eyes widen. Pupils blown while his mouth falls open on a soft as a desperate moan let out. “Aw, you’re drooling, princess,” you coo, leaning down to kiss him. Tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting him, and swallowing down the broken whimpers spilling out as your cunt clenches again. Milking him while you chase your high.

“So fucking cute, taking it like this.” His cock twitches inside, still hard, and still leaking. The mess of his cum getting pushed deeper with every drop down. The stretch and drag make your cunt flutter. Your clit aching as you grind against his hand. Using him the way you need. Your thighs start to shake when it builds. The heat curling low in your belly while breath catching as you move faster and using the drag of his cock to push you closer. Cunt squeezing him tight as your orgasm crests. “Hah- keep rubbing, baby, just like that-” you gasp. Head throwing back. Your cunt tight around him as slow grind drawing out the wet sound as you roll your hips again. His cock twitches deep as you continue.

Your hips roll harder as it hits you but stay on him. Keep him deep and keep him right where he belongs while your cunt clenches around him. He’s so full inside you it hurts but you don’t stop. You stay there, ride it through, let him feel all of it. The way your pussy throbs. The way it pulls him deeper. The way you keep using him just to make it last longer. A shaky breath leaves you. Thighs trembling as you slow and your hand slide from his throat to his chest. Brushing his nipple to make him flinch, soft whimpers falling from him as he looks up at you. His hair messy from your grip. You don’t get off, don’t let him go and your pussy still holding him deep. Keeping him there while you catch your breath, and your body warm and loose as your cunt flutters around him in soft aftershocks.

“Mm, you did so well for me, pretty baby,” you murmur. Voice soft as you brush hair from his sweaty forehead. Thumb drag over his bottom lip, watching the way his tongue darts out to taste it, and lashes fluttering. You stay on him, letting the mess drip between your thighs while you decide what you want next. Thighs ache in that heavy, good way while you keep yourself settled, his cock still tucked deep, warmth spreading where your bodies stay joined. He’s not fully hard, not soft either, stuck in that sensitive pulsing that makes him twitch when you shift, when your cunt squeezes around him without warning, pulling soft whimpers from him.

His chest is warm under your palms. Light dusting of hair catching on your fingertips as you drag them down over the rise of his pecs to the softer plane of his belly. It goes down to where you’re taking him, and where you’re keeping him. You lean down and let your lips press against his chest, kissing flushed skin and your tongue swipe across his nipple before sucking it into your mouth. Patrick shudders and a choked “hah” catches in his throat. Hips jerking up under you so he can push deeper, even though you’re already so full. His nipple hardens under your tongue as you bite down softly.

It’s enough to make him gasp, to make his eyes flutter. Wet lashes stick when a tear slips down his cheek “Easy, princess,” you whisper against his skin. Letting your breath fan over the wet spot your mouth leaves. Your lips find his other nipple, giving it the same slow attention, and teeth tugging before letting go. “So pretty when you let me have you like this.” Lifting your head. You catch his face- look wrecked and pink, lips parted, spit and tears making him look soft and sweet. His eyes find yours while his tongue flicking out to wet his lips again. A shaky breath leaving him when your pussy clenches around him, and keeping him exactly where you want him.

“Please,” he tries, the word breaking in the middle, a small, high sound. His hands come up shaky, pressing against your waist, sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing under your tits. You swipe your thumb at the tear sliding down his cheek before bringing it to your lips. Sucking it off slowly while keeping your eyes on him. His breath hitches, tongue flicking out, and eyes dropping to your mouth like he wants to kiss you. “Want something, sweet girl?” you ask teasingly as your thumb presses against his bottom lip. You drag it down until his mouth opens for you. You lean forward and spit into it, watching his eyes flutter as he swallows it down with a needy whine.

“Fuck,” he whispers. Voice cracking as his hips shift, his cock pressing into that sweet spot inside, and making your cunt flutter around him. “Don’t-” He swallows while blinking as more tears slip out. “Don’t leave, please.” Your hand cradles his cheek before brushing his hair back where it sticks to his forehead damply. You kiss him slowly. Tongue slipping into his mouth as you make him taste your spit while he sighs into it. He holds you tight like he’s a kid who is scared that he’ll get lost in the amusement park and like he needs you glued with him. You whisper an assurance to him, saying, “I’m not going anywhere, princess,” before kissing him. The kiss is much softer this time like you want him to feel how warm it is when you’re here. “Don’t want me to go?”

He nods desperately, tears slipping down as his chest heaves under you. Hair catching your spit where you kissed him. His cock twitches inside, the mess wet between your thighs, and leaking down his balls. It’s sticky and hot. Your hips shift again just to torture him with the feeling of your pussy each drag of it. Letting him stay inside and letting him stay yours. You kiss along his jaw down to his throat so you can suck a bruise there. It tastes salty while his breath catches a small broken moan slipping out. “Such a pretty baby,” you whisper as your teeth scrape lightly on his skin. “My pretty little princess.” His hands tighten on your waist before pulling you closer to keep you pressed against him. Cunt swallowing him down and keeping him warm. You rest your forehead against his as your breath mixes with his while your lips brush softly. “Stay,” he whispers, shaking. You kiss him again, hips stilling, letting him stay buried inside. “I’m here.” And you stay.

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