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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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Ice Cold

Duncan Vizla x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: Hookup, PiV, age gap (legal), unprotected sex, stranger

A/N: Sorry this took so long. This is the longest thing I've ever written.

You sit outside of a rinky-dink bar in the freezing cold holding your phone up to the sky hoping that some God above will give your phone a signal. No such luck. You’re stuck in the middle of nowhere in an unfamiliar town with no signal and you’re freezing your tits off. You decide to just head into the bar and ask for directions to a cheap motel. The bar smells of malt liquor and smoke as you walk in. It’s mostly dead except for the bartender and three older guys smoking and drinking. You pull up a seat in front of the bartender and order a whiskey to warm yourself up.

“Are there any motels near here?” you ask the bartender as you sip on your alcohol.

“Not for ‘bout ten er fifteen miles,” responds nonchalantly.

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath. How the hell am I going to make it that far in a small winter coat?

“Do you need somewhere to stay?” The man sitting next to you looks over before finishing the last of his drink.

“Yeah but I barely have any money and there’s no signal out here.”

“I have a cabin just a couple of miles from here. No one’s gonna drive ten miles in this weather and you’ll never make it in that small jacket,” he responds matter-of-factly.

“Oh no thanks, I’ll find something else.” You weren’t dumb enough to go with a random dude to his house in the middle of nowhere. Not only because you’re a woman but because you’re black and haven’t seen any other people of color. I’ll figure something out. The man walks past you towards the door but stops before walking out.

“My truck is the black one on the left.” He promptly leaves without saying another word. You sit there weighing all your options: dying in the cold or getting possibly raped and murdered.

“Is it possible that I could stay in here for the night? I won’t take anything, I promise,” you plead to the bartender.

“If I had a dollar for every time someone said that I’d have a much better-looking bar. Sorry miss but I can’t. Duncan, the guy who just left, is a good guy. If you’re gonna go anywhere you should go with him.”

You look outside at the harsh winds and snow and think. Well shit. You pay for your drink and head outside. There you see an old black hatchback with the guy from the bar smoking a cigarette inside. You clutch the pepper spray in your pocket and head over to the car. As you get closer you hear the doors unlock and the man dumps his cigarette butt in the snow. The passenger side door opens once you’re in front of it.

“Hop in, you’re shaking.” You get in, keeping yourself close to the door.

“I’m Ducan by the way, Duncan Vizla.” You two exchange names and he holds out a pack of cigarettes towards you but you politely decline. He pulls one out and quickly lights it before pulling out of the driveway. The warmth of the car immediately hits your freezing hands. The heat melts snow off your jacket as you hold the tips of your fingers to the heater.

“So, um, do you live with anyone? Wife, husband, kids?”

“I had a dog.”

“What happened to it?”

“He died… in an accident.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t that attached.” You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or your own grim sense of humor but you let out a short burst of laughter. You race to cover your mouth with your hand when you realize what just happened but Duncan also has a small grin poking from behind his mustache.

The rest of the short drive was spent listening to the wind whistle past the car. At one point you could have sworn you heard the howl of a wolf. God, I’m never leaving the city again. Duncan slows down as he pulls in front of an old but nice-looking cabin.

“Here we are,” Duncan declares as he switches off the engine. “You head inside, the door’s unlocked, I’m going to get some firewood.” You step out of the comfort of the warm vehicle and head to the door while fighting back the wind. The door opens with ease and you walk into the cabin. It’s pitch black inside and your desperate patting of the walls yields no light switches. Heavy footsteps come up from behind and move past you as you continue to stand still. The door closes and you hear some shuffling and lights come on. Duncan stands in front of the fireplace with a box of matches and some lighter fluid, the wood has already been placed inside the hearth. He nonchalantly spreads the fluid across the logs before lighting a match and flicking it into the fireplace.

You move to the kitchen area, pepper spray still in your grasp. You attentively as Duncan pulls a big armchair and a wooden dining chair in front of the fire. He then moves towards you. “Are you hungry?” he asks gently. His eyes don’t seem to be very interested in the conversation but his need to be polite pushes him to talk to you. “No, thank you,” you reply, still wary of him. He turns back to the living room and sits in the armchair, throwing his cigarette butt in the fire and lighting another one. The warmth of the fire draws you in and you sit on the wooden chair, finally removing your hands from your pockets.

“So how did you end up all the way out here?” Duncan interrogates, his eyes fixed lazily on you.

“I was just kind of wandering y’know? I’ve been wandering for a while now.”

“You have nowhere to go?” Duncan draws a long pull from his cigarette as he waits for your response.

“No, not really. When I find somewhere that feels…right then I’ll stay, but I haven’t found that yet.” You sit in your revelation for a moment, thinking about how nowhere has felt like home. You remember that you’re in a strange man’s house and add “But my friends know where I am, so if they don’t hear back from me soon they’ll come down here and see if I’m okay.”

“Smart,” Duncan responds with a smirk. “Young women like yourself should always take safety precautions. Like not getting into vehicles with strange men and staying in their houses.” With that, he stood up and moved to the bed in the corner of the room. “You get the couch.”

You stay seated in your chair as you observe the man in front of you. He bends down beside the bed and pulls out a thick comforter. He then grabs a pillow from his bed and walks them over to the couch and places them on the couch.

“Goodnight,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Night.”

Duncan pulls off his boots and sets them close to the bed. His socks come off along with the rest of his clothes except his boxers. For a man of at least fifty, he’s still relatively fit. His chest hair is salt and pepper just like his facial hair. Your eyes scan over him from his chest down to his happy trail and over his strong thighs. The veins on his hands are visible all the way up to his forearms. You continue to stare before you feel like a pervert and look away. Unfortunately for you your eyes divert to his face and he makes eye contact with you. His dark brown eyes hold your gaze for an almost uncomfortable amount of time as he puts on his pajama pants and shirt. You break the contact and stare into the fire, your body starts to get warm from embarrassment. Duncan clears his voice as though he is about to say something, but when you look over you instead see what looks like an erection poking through his plaid PJs. Your brown cheeks turn a deep red, something you hadn’t thought possible. He either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care because he sits on the edge of the bed looking at you.

You stand up, your body entranced by his stare as you move towards him. He leans back on his palms, his eyes still not breaking from you. You tower over his frame, you see his lids flutter slightly in subtle aw of you.

“You never said how I could repay you for your kindness,” you say softly, your mind already thinking of something wildly inappropriate. Wordlessly, Duncan finally drops his eyes and looks down at your body. His gaze goes over your mostly hidden figure and then goes back up to your face. He lingers on your plump lips whilst the warmth of your body comforts his chilled exterior. The tension accumulating between you two reaches its climax as Duncan stands up and swiftly lifts you up in a lustful embrace. Your lips collide and your hands quickly make their way to his beautiful hair. He walks you over to the kitchen area and sets you down. You were surprised a man of his age could pick you with such ease like he was picking up a feather. His hands rummaged your body, unzipping your jacket and tossing it to the side. You feel calloused fingers grope your breasts and ass as you hold Duncan close to you. His lips slip from yours and dive to your breasts. The sucking sensation elicits a small moan from you as a tingling deep in your belly starts to form.

Your mind gets lost in the pleasure, time doesn’t seem real, none of your surroundings are. It’s just you and him. Duncan’s fingers hurriedly undo your belt and pull down your jeans. A finger gently brushes over your sensitive bud and your aching cunt. You whine at loss of friction but your fragile underwear is swiftly removed by large hands. Duncan rubs his fingers over your clit harshly in large circles, his fingers sticky with your wetness. Your body yearns for more, his fingers just aren’t enough.

“Fuck me, fuck me Duncan.” With that Duncan turns you over, your stomach flat on the surface and lifts up your leg. You hear spit come from Duncan's and start to feel a stretching sensation as he slowly inserts himself inside of your sopping cunt.

The sound of slapping skin and Duncan pushing deeper into your throbbing wet pussy fills the air of the old cabin in the woods. Duncan has you bent over a wooden table in the living, his rough hand holds one of your thighs on the table while the other is pressed against your back. His thrusts are rough and animalistic, your ass stings as he snaps his hips into you. Duncan moves his hand from your back to your mouth, holding it open with a few fingers. You moan as you taste his fingers, a mixture of cigarettes and sweat collide in your mouth. He’s impossibly deep inside you but you still want more of him. Your clit throbs impatiently, begging for more than just the passing friction. You try to move your hand down to release the tension building in your sensitive bud but Duncan quickly puts a stop by letting go of your thigh and grabbing both your hands and pinning them behind your back.

“Only I get to touch you,” he breathed into your ear. Unable to respond, you let out a small whimper as your body succumbs to your building orgasm. The tingling deep in your body starts to bubble up to the surface. Duncan grunts as you clench around his girthy cock. He quickly turns you on your back, his hands wandering up your stomach to your breasts. You can see the lust in his lidded eyes, he's drunk off of it. His mouth is partially open letting out heavy breaths. His hair falls just past his eyes. He’s dazed with desire as he grabs both your thighs, spreading them apart before reinserting himself inside.

He quickly resumes his pace, slamming uncaringly into your g-spot. Your exceedingly wet pussy causes him to slip in and out of you which prolongs your much-needed orgasm. Your cunt is so sore from the lack of climax but Duncan won’t let you relieve yourself. He folds your legs towards you, pushing himself impossibly deep. Your orgasm undoes you. Your body feels like you dropped off a cliff. Your stomach hitches as the weight of your body feels released.

“Oh god yes, Duncan, fucking shit,” you scream. Your stomach tenses as Duncan continues to fuck you. His lower stomach is glazed with the evidence of your climax, his cock is white with your slick. The quick pace Duncan had been going at gets sloppy as he begins to unravel.

“Come here,” Duncan says, pulling you off the table. He positions you on your knees as he towers over you. You get a brief glimpse of his erection before he shoves himself deep inside your mouth. He uses your mouth as his personal fuck toy, grabbing fistfuls of your braids as he jams himself down your throat. You gag as he hits your uvula. Saliva spews from your mouth down to your breasts and your perked nipples. Duncan's thrusts get lazier and lazier as his breath gets shallow. With one final push, he releases into your mouth. His cum hits the back of your throat and you let out a last gag as he backs out of your mouth. You’re a mess; your edges are frizzy, you’re covered in spit and cum, and your jaw aches terribly. You look up at Duncan, mouth still open. He grabs a towel from the kitchen and wipes your face and chest clean. You look for your phone but can’t find it and just decide to scrape up the intact pieces of your clothing and put them on.

Your underwear was rendered useless but the rest of your clothes are still wearable.

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The next morning is an awkward mess of emotions. You try to tip-toe Duncan as best you can but he is quick to start a conversation over breakfast.

"Do you still want me to take you to the next town?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought you might have found somewhere to stay for a while. The next town is not much better. And wandering around secluded areas isn't very safe for a young woman," Duncan stares at you over his coffee mug.

"I don't know, I don't really want to live on someone's couch."

"You could always live in my bed."

Oh.

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