#simpbur x Olga

[peterrefur]

Afraid of the darkness ⅏ Simpbur x F!Reader

Summary: Your co-worker, Simpbur, breaks into your house after being late for a meeting with you. His knowledge of you and your behaviour leads him to believe that at the meeting at your house, you were supposed to profess your love and start a relationship. However, the fact that Wilbur was late caused you to go to bed on a summer's day, which did not make it easy for the man to stop himself from having you. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

The story features: - TW! Rape

"𝔹eautiful. Smart. Loved. But him! He has ruined everything! He doesn't need her, she just needs ME! Today I will prove it to her. I will prove to her that I am everything she needs. I am able to make her life a dream. Every day I will adore her and show her how much I love her. That no one else is able to make her life better. I am hers!  After all, she loves me! And I love her!"  

He abruptly closed the diary, bent down to see your window better from the car. The lights in the bedroom are fainter, he knew well after hours or even days spent watching you, that this faint light is a small night lamp in the shape of a toadstool. 

When you talked to him, you never mentioned that you were afraid of the dark, but he knew it well, because whenever you were in the office together, you didn't go into the room until you turned on the light. He found it charming. Maybe you were afraid that this asshole would come back to you? Or you wanted the soft light to illuminate your perfect and most beautiful body when he would enter your bedroom. That's what he thought, imagining you in every pair of pyjamas he could think of. No matter what material, what cut, you'll look gorgeous. And you will definitely look more beautiful with his hands around your waist, your neck, your wrists, between your thighs. His hands are meant for your body. 

ℍe got out of the car and slowly looking down the streets, headed towards your front door. Standing in front of the beige door, he could feel his hands shaking, he had been to your house several times, you invited him and other employees for tea, and of course Wilbur was in your house without your knowledge. But he never broke in, after all, it will also be his home in the future,  'I'm just checking where what is so I don't get lost in the future.' is how he explained it to himself. But why was he so stressed out tonight? He had already seen you sleep several times. He pushed back the doormat with an asymmetrical pattern with his foot. A key with a red key ring showed itself to his eyes. 

Wilbur is intelligent and knew full well that you were leaving this key for him. There is no other logical reason for you to leave the key under the doormat in the twenty-first century. 

"Oh! What are you doing?" the brunet heard, he stood up abruptly, for a few seconds he lost control of his body as he stood up too quickly. He shook his head, "Mate!" the man took a few steps to see better who was at the door "Ah! Jared, that's you! I already thought it was a burglar! Good night Mate!" Wilbur watched as the man walked away. He opened his mouth and smiled strangely. "Me, I'm supposed to be the asshole !? I'm a hundred and one from him... NO! I'm so much better than him that it's impossible to tell! Jared. Jared... Fucking Jared!" he mumbled under his breath, eventually kicking the keys that were still lying on the ground. 

All fear from the fact that he was just about to enter the house turned to anger. Mashing his eyebrows, he looked at the red key ring. 

"Jared is just a problem. He made her sad. With me, she'll never be sad!" he said, violently taking the keys. He looked at them in his hand to turn them in the lock with a calm smile and step inside. 

𝕀mmediately the smell of you attacked him and gave him pleasure. He closed the door gently, putting the key back in place beforehand. He locked the door and began to pull off his shoes. Hearing no sound other than his own as he walked down the hall, he looked quickly into the living room, making sure you had cleaned up for him. Surely you know he's coming to see you tonight. 

Like he was running for his life, he quickly climbed the stairs to the floor. Surely, even with his eyes closed, he would have been able to make it to your bedroom. 

ℍe grabbed the door handle, feeling his hands instantly sweaty. He looked into the room to see if you were you were asleep. Looked around the room, which is illuminated by a lamp he knew well. Opening the door wider, he stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him. The summer night gave him the perfect opportunity to see your body, you were lying on your stomach in shorts with the duvet thrown to the ground. The fan in front of the bed moved the air and slightly your hair. 

He slightly bit his lip, looking at your buttocks, even without touching them is able to say that they are soft and firm like the softest pillow. He came closer, looking at you. 

"Do you know you're beautiful?" he asked himself, crouching in front of your face, kneeling down, looking at you as you breathe. He looked at the lamp and gently touched it, turning it off. Darkness has engulfed the room, leaving you in a room illuminated minimally by the light of the lantern, which get gently through the curtained windows. "You don't even know how much you need me." he said, taking off his summer jacket and putting it down on the armchair beside him. He unbuttoned his white shirt, continuing to look at your sleeping figure. 

He walked back to the bed when he noticed that you were trying to turn your back in your sleep. He jumped abruptly onto the bed, sitting astride your butt, preventing you from moving through your sleep. With that one move he didn't plan, he just wanted to keep looking at your body, he made him feel his heart beat faster. 

ℍolding his hands close to his chest, he bit his lip painfully, trying to stop himself from starting to touch you. Looking at your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your waist, your hips, your bottom where it sits. Everything perfect. Everything in place and in perfect proportion. His perfect other half, who is not fully aware of how much they need him. He finished taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor without the same care as his jacket. 

He leaned in slightly slowly, bringing his chest closer to your back. Your warmth began to give him more pleasure than it should. The wind now blew perfectly against his back and your legs. He could already feel himself getting hard from the moment he entered the bedroom, but now as he sat on your butt, now as he touched your back with his slightly hairy chest, now as he could easily sniff your hair. Each inhale, each second was better than the last. 

He inhaled your scent and then carefully, lying down on top of you feeling his heart speed up, hiding his face in your neck. He felt your warmth, which he needed so much, he knew that you needed him. His heart beat faster and faster with every breath you took, as you moved closer to his chest with each inhalation.  

He leaned on his hands, looking at your back. His thoughts were focused on remembering every element he could. The moles, the scars, the discolouration of your skin. Everything he could, he must know everything about you. He brought his lips closer to your shoulder by placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Feeling a lack of resistance, he contoured. His hands wandered over your hips as the kisses he gave you traveled down your spine. So that when he reached the material of your shorts he stopped and looked at you and your sleeping figure once more. 

He sat on your thighs, looking at your veiled body. He placed his hands on your bottom, feeling how soft it was even through the material of your shorts. He slowly massaged you, gently as if he were kneading dough. Slow movements that slowly made the bulge on his trousers more visible than before. 

He got out of bed, pulling down his pants, staying in white socks. He leaned over you, slowly so as not to disturb your sleep, slipping off your shorts, which showed him how beautiful you are when you're not wearing anything. 

𝕃ying on top of your legs, he massaged your butt, being on the edge of his own control not to start eating you. He spread your legs so that they fit perfectly under his hands, now he could see your pussy perfectly. He swallowed his saliva, feeling his heart beating fast, feeling as if time had stopped. With his eyes wide open, he looked at you, took his hand off your buttock and gently touched your pussy. To take his hand abruptly after a while and look at his palm. Looking for a moment, he smiled, slowly with three fingers he ran from the end of the spine, through the tailbone, gently touched ass, to run them over your pussy with a little more pressure, and finally with his middle finger made a few circles on your clit. 

"Are you dreaming about me?" he asked, looking at his slightly damp fingers, "You're so cute." he added after a while, grabbing your ass again with two hands before moving close enough to start slowly riding his tongue over your entrance. 

He ran his hands from your buttocks to your thighs to get back to your buttocks. He could feel his nose touching your anus. He could feel how simultaneously sweet but somehow salty you were, in his mind you were perfectly balanced. Delicious, perfectly balanced between the sweet and the bitter. He stepped back to catch his air, breathing in, watching how wet you had become. The question that plagued him was 'did he make you like this' or perhaps you were already awake after all, and how well he treats you led you to this state. 

𝕀n fact, the answer was not important. What matters is that you don't protest, meaning you want him to continue. You want it, you don't even know how much you need it. How good he is for you. How much he loves you. How much he can do for you. 

ℍe looked at you, ran his fingers over you again, but stopped, come your entrance, with his other hand he reached down to his crotch, with two fingers he pressed lightly against you, at the same time slowly starting to pleasure himself. Very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would hurt you, he put his middle finger in you, which, compared to the rest of his body, felt how much you needed him. How wet, tight and throbbing you are. With his long finger he explored you, only to stop in one place other than the rest of you. He put on his second finger and slowly began to caress you from the inside. 

If you were lying on your back right now it would make it easier for him to caress your clit, but he knew well that he couldn't have it all at once. Feeling a shudder pass through him, he stopped his movements, pulled his fingers out, wet from caressing you, and smiled triumphantly. 

He was looking at you. The first time, since he met you, the first time since he began to approach you, the first time he stopped in his movements. Holding his dick, he looked like he was thinking through every scenario. 

He wrinkled his nose, staring at you, but he couldn't see anything to stop him. After all, you both want it. You invited him today, the fact that he was late, it was an accident. He didn't want to be late, and since you went to bed wearing only shorts, since you cleaned the house, it only means that you want this. That you invited him over to confess your love to him and, at the end of the day, start your relationship with very good sex, which you both wanted. 

Right?  

You moved under him to be in a more comfortable position. Comfortable for you and more comfortable for him, because now you are perfectly exposing your pussy for him. Just for him and only for him. 

He leaned over you, level with your entrance. With a slow motion, he entered you, gripping the sheets. "So tight. Warm. You're more pleasant than I imagined." He could feel his breathing speed up every second as he was in you, but he didn't move. He slowly pushed his hips to pull himself back, looked under him, watching his dick fit perfectly into you. With slow but more confident movements, he moved, squeezing the sheets harder every now and then. 

If he felt so good, that means you must feel just as good if not better. 

He put his right hand on your hip, as if catching his balance more, he sped up minimally. He looked at your profile, watching you wrinkle your nose slightly. When the two of you are at work, you usually wrinkle your nose like that when you feel uncomfortable. 

"Don't like it? You want me to speed it up. Forgive me, however, I'm doing it for the second time, in my life I'm.... heh. I know, I'll try." he led the monologue. 

He ran his hand over your thigh, gently moved it to have better and more comfortable access to you. Placing his hands between your hips, he held tighter, the sheet speeding up his movements. He could feel the sounds slowly, becoming slightly less distinct and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Immediately knowing that he was on the verge, he slowed down to come out of you, jerking off at the same speed at which he was entering you. 

ℍe closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the release, coming over your ass, breathing heavily. Even the fact that the fan was still running didn't help, as he felt as if his body was on fire. It was burning for more. And he knew very well that he was going to get more. 

He tried to normalize his breathing as much as possible, but the moment he entered you again did not help him. The warmth again, the warmth of you, it's so pleasurable he wanted to stay inside you for as long as possible. He knew you were his, he knew you wouldn't say 'no' to him. However, he knew that such behaviour was unhealthy. Sometimes you need to take a break. 

ℍowever, a break was not an option now. Not when he felt that he was once again getting close to coming. With quick movements, he pushed at you. He watched as his every move made your butt wavy, the mattress creak slightly. 

He looked at you, at your slightly open mouth "Now is it okay? Not too slow? I like it too. It's perfect." He froze in his movements and thoughts as you let out a quiet but perfect moan. Smiling as if he had won a prize, he immediately resumed his interrupted bluntness. Maintaining his bluntness, he felt the first drops of sweat appear on his forehead. 

He would like to speed up the fan now, but he does not want to stop the moment he is in. He does not want to let you down. He needs to make himself and you happy. He can't think about anything else right now. What is important now is you and him, him and you, no one and nothing else. 

The way he says your name is the simplest proof of how much he loves you. The way he tries, to touch you, without breaking the blunt, without disengaging, you is erotic. The increasing frequency of your silent moans gave him even more pleasure, he knew you must be enjoying it. 

Accelerating his movements he watched your every move, every breath. Trying to read you, breathing hard he rested his whole body on his right hand. His left hand slid under your belly to easily find your pussy. He leaned in more, but continued to penetrate you, at the same time attacking your clit. He could feel the heat starting to fill him again. As the blood began to sound in his ears. 

He slowed down in movements that became more aggressive than faster. To stop his movements after a few thrusts and pull his wet hand out from under you. 

"You don't even know how happy I am," he said, leaning over your ear. "Can I do it again? Please," he asked, looking at you, at the tears you had shed in your sleep. Saying your name, he ran his hand over your cheek, nodding. 

Still inside you, he sat up, watching as his dick hid inside you. Keeping his knees against your hips, again that night he leaned over you, catching your wrists, settling into a comfortable position to move again. With decidedly more slow movements than the previous ones he entered you. He felt as if he could hide all inside you, how good you were to him. With every movement he tried to prove to you how you needed him. How much he loves you. How much you need him. How good he is to you. How much you need him. How good he treats you. 

How much you need him.  

Because you need him don't you?  

A sharp blink and wide open eyes did not show this. As soon as he noticed that you had woken up, he sped up, trying to get as fast as possible. 

"𝕎hat the fuck!" you shouted, starting to wriggle your body. "Stop it!" You began to twist your head, trying to turn in some way. Returning to his previous position, he straightened his legs, still holding you, continuing his movements. 

Clenching your hands into fists, you tried to break out of this grip, from him. Who is he! Didn't you lock the door? Why is the light off? The tears that gathered in your eyes did not help you see your torturer. Again writhing, you screamed for him to stop. 

His movements became more and more sloppy, his breathing sped up. Grabbing you tighter, he turned you forcibly onto your backs. He easily held your wrists in one hand as he lifted your leg with the other, giving himself easier access to move inside you. 

"Wilbur!" you stated, more than asked, looking at the brunet with curly hair. Despite the low light, you could easily recognise him. Your view of him was completely shattered. A kind, hard-working, slightly secretive but good man is now causing you the most pain. "Stop it!" 

"Shh, it's okay darling. I'll be coming soon." he said between sighs. Looking at you, At your weeping eyes, he was smiling. That bastard was smiling. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to catch your breath. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes tightly, trying to stop the approaching feeling in any way possible. However, his fast and violent movements were not helping with that. 

Contracting both legs, you felt your muscles begin to shake on their own, his movements slowing as you felt his dick begin to pulsate inside you. Snorting your nose, not opening your eyes, you tried to wake yourself from this nightmare. . Feeling the man come out of you, you felt your legs fall inertly onto the mattress. Opening your tear-filled eyes slowly, you saw your co-worker move closer to you and lightly but passionately steal kisses from you. 

"I knew I was doing the right thing." he said, breaking the kiss. 

"What!" you growled, trying to straighten up, but Wilbur, being stronger than you, put his forearm around your neck, holding your body to the mattress. Catching your leg with his leg, he inserted his middle and ring finger into you. 

"You like it." he stated, forcing you to stay in bed. With your hands you pushed him away with all your might, despite the fact that he was touching you so well. Despite how pleasurable it was and how much inside you wanted to have such a moment with Wilbur, you now felt nothing but disgust for him.

Feeling a barrage of resistance from him, you put your hand to your mouth, biting your thumb, trying to stop the moans, and with the other you kept trying to push the man away despite the lack of results. 

"Stop it!" he said, slapping your clitoris lightly but nevertheless with discipline "You like that! You know it, so don't pretend!" he raised his voice. You don't know whether a shudder went through you from pleasure or from the fear that had been building up inside you since you woke up. 

𝕋ears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure turned into over-stimulation. Biting your hand harder you held back your words, your moans, your movements. You stared blurry-eyed at him, the headache making your whole body feel like it was pulsating. 

"You're beautiful." you heard, feeling your thighs clench again, trying to hold back the pleasure, feeling the cold sweat pour down your body. Why Wilbur? Why him? After all, he is incapable of saying an unkind thing about a person. So why is he hurting you. 

Feeling his head fall against your chest and his movements stop, you rested your hands on his shoulders to push him away. He raised his head and looked at you frantically, entwining his arms around your waist. 

" I love you. " he said, hugging you tighter.  

"You're a monster." you said, feeling the tears run down your face even more. 

"Maybe," he said, then raised his head. "But at least yours." You tried again to push him away. 

“You love me, no matter what I do.”  

[peterrefur]

Afraid of the darkness ⅏ Simpbur x M!Reader

Summary: Your co-worker, Simpbur, breaks into your house after being late for a meeting with you. His knowledge of you and your behaviour leads him to believe that at the meeting at your house, you were supposed to profess your love and start a relationship. However, the fact that Wilbur was late caused you to go to bed on a summer's day, which did not make it easy for the man to stop himself from having you. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

The story features: - TW! Rape

"𝔹eautiful. Smart. Loved. But him! He has ruined everything! He doesn't need her, she just needs ME! Today I will prove it to her. I will prove to her that I am everything she needs. I am able to make her life a dream. Every day I will adore her and show her how much I love her. That no one else is able to make her life better. I am hers!  After all, she loves me! And I love her!"  

He abruptly closed the diary, bent down to see your window better from the car. The lights in the bedroom are fainter, he knew well after hours or even days spent watching you, that this faint light is a small night lamp in the shape of a toadstool. 

When you talked to him, you never mentioned that you were afraid of the dark, but he knew it well, because whenever you were in the office together, you didn't go into the room until you turned on the light. He found it charming. Maybe you were afraid that this asshole would come back to you? Or you wanted the soft light to illuminate your perfect and most beautiful body when he would enter your bedroom. That's what he thought, imagining you in every pair of pyjamas he could think of. No matter what material, what cut, you'll look gorgeous. And you will definitely look more beautiful with his hands around your waist, your neck, your wrists, between your thighs. His hands are meant for your body. 

ℍe got out of the car and slowly looking down the streets, headed towards your front door. Standing in front of the beige door, he could feel his hands shaking, he had been to your house several times, you invited him and other employees for tea, and of course Wilbur was in your house without your knowledge. But he never broke in, after all, it will also be his home in the future, 'I'm just checking where what is so I don't get lost in the future.' is how he explained it to himself. But why was he so stressed out tonight? He had already seen you sleep several times. He pushed back the doormat with an asymmetrical pattern with his foot. A key with a red key ring showed itself to his eyes. 

Wilbur is intelligent and knew full well that you were leaving this key for him. There is no other logical reason for you to leave the key under the doormat in the twenty-first century. 

"Oh! What are you doing?" the brunet heard, he stood up abruptly, for a few seconds he lost control of his body as he stood up too quickly. He shook his head, "Mate!" the man took a few steps to see better who was at the door "Ah! Jared, that's you! I already thought it was a burglar! Good night Mate!" Wilbur watched as the man walked away. He opened his mouth and smiled strangely. "Me, I'm supposed to be the asshole !? I'm a hundred and one from him... NO! I'm so much better than him that it's impossible to tell! Jared. Jared... Fucking Jared!" he mumbled under his breath, eventually kicking the keys that were still lying on the ground. 

All fear from the fact that he was just about to enter the house turned to anger. Mashing his eyebrows, he looked at the red key ring. 

"Jared is just a problem. He made him sad. With me, he'll never be sad!" he said, violently taking the keys. He looked at them in his hand to turn them in the lock with a calm smile and step inside. 

𝕀mmediately the smell of you attacked him and gave him pleasure. He closed the door gently, putting the key back in place beforehand. He locked the door and began to pull off his shoes. Hearing no sound other than his own as he walked down the hall, he looked quickly into the living room, making sure you had cleaned up for him. Surely you know he's coming to see you tonight. 

Like he was running for his life, he quickly climbed the stairs to the floor. Surely, even with his eyes closed, he would have been able to make it to your bedroom. 

ℍe grabbed the door handle, feeling his hands instantly sweaty. He looked into the room to see if you were you were asleep. Looked around the room, which is illuminated by a lamp he knew well. Opening the door wider, he stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him. The summer night gave him the perfect opportunity to see your body, you were lying on your stomach in shorts with the duvet thrown to the ground. The fan in front of the bed moved the air and slightly your hair. 

He slightly bit his lip, looking at your buttocks, even without touching them is able to say that they are soft and firm like the softest pillow. He came closer, looking at you. 

"Do you know you're beautiful?" he asked himself, crouching in front of your face, kneeling down, looking at you as you breathe. He looked at the lamp and gently touched it, turning it off. Darkness has engulfed the room, leaving you in a room illuminated minimally by the light of the lantern, which get gently through the curtained windows. "You don't even know how much you need me." he said, taking off his summer jacket and putting it down on the armchair beside him. He unbuttoned his white shirt, continuing to look at your sleeping figure. 

He walked back to the bed when he noticed that you were trying to turn your back in your sleep. He jumped abruptly onto the bed, sitting astride your butt, preventing you from moving through your sleep. With that one move he didn't plan, he just wanted to keep looking at your body, he made him feel his heart beat faster. 

ℍolding his hands close to his chest, he bit his lip painfully, trying to stop himself from starting to touch you. Looking at your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your waist, your hips, your bottom where it sits. Everything perfect. Everything in place and in perfect proportion. His perfect other half, who is not fully aware of how much they need him. He finished taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor without the same care as his jacket. 

He leaned in slightly slowly, bringing his chest closer to your back. Your warmth began to give him more pleasure than it should. The wind now blew perfectly against his back and your legs. He could already feel himself getting hard from the moment he entered the bedroom, but now as he sat on your butt, now as he touched your back with his slightly hairy chest, now as he could easily sniff your hair. Each inhale, each second was better than the last. 

He inhaled your scent and then carefully, lying down on top of you feeling his heart speed up, hiding his face in your neck. He felt your warmth, which he needed so much, he knew that you needed him. His heart beat faster and faster with every breath you took, as you moved closer to his chest with each inhalation.  

He leaned on his hands, looking at your back. His thoughts were focused on remembering every element he could. The moles, the scars, the discolouration of your skin. Everything he could, he must know everything about you. He brought his lips closer to your shoulder by placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Feeling a lack of resistance, he contoured. His hands wandered over your hips as the kisses he gave you traveled down your spine. So that when he reached the material of your shorts he stopped and looked at you and your sleeping figure once more. 

He sat on your thighs, looking at your veiled body. He placed his hands on your bottom, feeling how soft it was even through the material of your shorts. He slowly massaged you, gently as if he were kneading dough. Slow movements that slowly made the bulge on his trousers more visible than before. 

He got out of bed, pulling down his pants, staying in white socks. He leaned over you, slowly so as not to disturb your sleep, slipping off your shorts, which showed him how beautiful you are when you're not wearing anything. 

𝕃ying on top of your legs, he massaged your butt, being on the edge of his own control not to start eating you. He spread your legs so that they fit perfectly under his hands, now he could see your pussy perfectly. He swallowed his saliva, feeling his heart beating fast, feeling as if time had stopped. With his eyes wide open, he looked at you, took his hand off your buttock and gently touched your pussy. To take his hand abruptly after a while and look at his palm. Looking at her for a moment, he smiled, slowly with three fingers he drove from the end of the spine, through the tailbone, gently touched the anus, to run over your penis with slightly more pressure, and at the end with the middle finger make several circles on the tip. 

"Are you dreaming about me?" he asked, looking at his slightly damp fingers, "You're so cute." he added after a while, grabbing your ass again with two hands before moving close enough to start slowly riding his tongue over your entrance. 

He ran his hands from your buttocks to your thighs to get back to your buttocks. He stepped back to take in the air, breathing it in, watching how hard you had become. The question that plagued him was "did he make you this way", or perhaps you were already awake after all, and how well he was treating you had brought you to this state. 

𝕀n fact, the answer was not important. What matters is that you don't protest, meaning you want him to continue. You want it, you don't even know how much you need it. How good he is for you. How much he loves you. How much he can do for you. 

ℍe looked at you, ran his fingers over you again, but stopped, come your entrance, with his other hand he reached down to his crotch, with two fingers he pressed lightly against you, at the same time slowly starting to pleasure himself. Very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would hurt you, he put his middle finger in you, which, compared to the rest of his body, felt how much you needed him. How wet, tight and throbbing you are. With his long finger he explored you, only to stop in one place other than the rest of you. He put on his second finger and slowly began to caress you from the inside. 

If you were lying on your back now it would make it easier for him to caress your member, but he knew full well that he couldn't have it all at once. Feeling a shudder pass through him, he stopped his movements, extended his fingers, smiled triumphantly. 

He was looking at you. The first time, since he met you, the first time since he began to approach you, the first time he stopped in his movements. Holding his dick, he looked like he was thinking through every scenario. 

He wrinkled his nose, staring at you, but he couldn't see anything to stop him. After all, you both want it. You invited him today, the fact that he was late, it was an accident. He didn't want to be late, and since you went to bed wearing only shorts, since you cleaned the house, it only means that you want this. That you invited him over to confess your love to him and, at the end of the day, start your relationship with very good sex, which you both wanted. 

Right?  

You moved under him to be in a more comfortable position. Comfortable for you and more comfortable for him, because now you are perfectly exposing your ass for him. Just for him and only for him. 

He leaned over you, level with your entrance. With a slow motion, he entered you, gripping the sheets. "So tight. Warm. You're more pleasant than I imagined." He could feel his breathing speed up every second as he was in you, but he didn't move. He slowly pushed his hips to pull himself back, looked under him, watching his dick fit perfectly into you. With slow but more confident movements, he moved, squeezing the sheets harder every now and then. 

If he felt so good, that means you must feel just as good if not better. 

He put his right hand on your hip, as if catching his balance more, he sped up minimally. He looked at your profile, watching you wrinkle your nose slightly. When the two of you are at work, you usually wrinkle your nose like that when you feel uncomfortable. 

"Don't like it? You want me to speed it up. Forgive me, however, I'm doing it for the second time, in my life I'm.... heh. I know, I'll try." he led the monologue. 

He ran his hand over your thigh, gently moved it to have better and more comfortable access to you. Placing his hands between your hips, he held tighter, the sheet speeding up his movements. He could feel the sounds slowly, becoming slightly less distinct and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Immediately knowing that he was on the verge, he slowed down to come out of you, jerking off at the same speed at which he was entering you. 

ℍe closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the release, coming over your ass, breathing heavily. Even the fact that the fan was still running didn't help, as he felt as if his body was on fire. It was burning for more. And he knew very well that he was going to get more. 

He tried to normalize his breathing as much as possible, but the moment he entered you again did not help him. The warmth again, the warmth of you, it's so pleasurable he wanted to stay inside you for as long as possible. He knew you were his, he knew you wouldn't say 'no' to him. However, he knew that such behaviour was unhealthy. Sometimes you need to take a break. 

ℍowever, a break was not an option now. Not when he felt that he was once again getting close to coming. With quick movements, he pushed at you. He watched as his every move made your butt wavy, the mattress creak slightly. 

He looked at you, at your slightly open mouth "Now is it okay? Not too slow? I like it too. It's perfect." He froze in his movements and thoughts as you let out a quiet but perfect moan. Smiling as if he had won a prize, he immediately resumed his interrupted bluntness. Maintaining his bluntness, he felt the first drops of sweat appear on his forehead. 

He would like to speed up the fan now, but he does not want to stop the moment he is in. He does not want to let you down. He needs to make himself and you happy. He can't think about anything else right now. What is important now is you and him, him and you, no one and nothing else. 

The way he says your name is the simplest proof of how much he loves you. The way he tries, to touch you, without breaking the blunt, without disengaging, you is erotic. The increasing frequency of your silent moans gave him even more pleasure, he knew you must be enjoying it. 

Accelerating dullly, he watched your every movement, every breath. He tries to read you, breathing heavily, resting his whole body on his right hand. His left hand slid under your belly to easily find your penis. He leaned in more, but continued to enter you while simultaneously jacking you off. He could feel the heat starting to fill him again. As the blood began to sound in his ears. 

He slowed down in movements that became more aggressive than faster. To stop his movements after a few thrusts and pull his wet hand out from under you. 

"You don't even know how happy I am," he said, leaning over your ear. "Can I do it again? Please," he asked, looking at you, at the tears you had shed in your sleep. Saying your name, he ran his hand over your cheek, nodding. 

Still inside you, he sat up, watching as his dick hid inside you. Keeping his knees against your hips, again that night he leaned over you, catching your wrists, settling into a comfortable position to move again. With decidedly more slow movements than the previous ones he entered you. He felt as if he could hide all inside you, how good you were to him. With every movement he tried to prove to you how you needed him. How much he loves you. How much you need him. How good he is to you. How much you need him. How good he treats you. 

How much you need him.   

Because you need him don't you?  

A sharp blink and wide open eyes did not show this. As soon as he noticed that you had woken up, he sped up, trying to get as fast as possible. 

"𝕎hat the fuck!" you shouted, starting to wriggle your body. "Stop it!" You began to twist your head, trying to turn in some way. Returning to his previous position, he straightened his legs, still holding you, continuing his movements. 

Clenching your hands into fists, you tried to break out of this grip, from him. Who is he! Didn't you lock the door? Why is the light off? The tears that gathered in your eyes did not help you see your torturer. Again writhing, you screamed for him to stop. 

His movements became more and more sloppy, his breathing sped up. Grabbing you tighter, he turned you forcibly onto your backs. He easily held your wrists in one hand as he lifted your leg with the other, giving himself easier access to move inside you. 

"Wilbur!" you stated, more than asked, looking at the brunet with curly hair. Despite the low light, you could easily recognise him. Your view of him was completely shattered. A kind, hard-working, slightly secretive but good man is now causing you the most pain. "Stop it!" 

"Shh, it's okay sweetheart. I'll be coming soon." he said between sighs. Looking at you, At your weeping eyes, he was smiling. That bastard was smiling. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to catch your breath. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes tightly, trying to stop the approaching feeling in any way possible. However, his fast and violent movements were not helping with that. 

Straightening your legs you feel yourself coming as you felt his movements slow down, you felt his penis start to pulsate inside you. Snorting your nose, not opening your eyes, you tried to wake yourself from this nightmare. . Feeling the man come out of you, you felt your legs fall inertly onto the mattress. Opening your tear-filled eyes slowly, you saw your co-worker move closer to you and lightly but passionately steal kisses from you. 

"I knew I was doing the right thing." he said, breaking the kiss. 

"What!" you growled, trying to straighten up, but Wilbur, being stronger than you, put his forearm around your neck, holding your body to the mattress. Catching your leg with his foot, he grabbed you and jerked you off with a quick moves. 

"You like it." he stated, forcing you to stay in bed. With your hands you pushed him away with all your might, despite the fact that he was touching you so well. Despite how pleasurable it was and how much inside you wanted to have such a moment with Wilbur, you now felt nothing but disgust for him and for yourself. 

Feeling a barrage of resistance from him, you put your hand to your mouth, biting your thumb, trying to stop the moans, and with the other you kept trying to push the man away despite the lack of results. 

"Stop it!" he said, hitting you with a disciplinary "You like this! You know it, so don't pretend!" he raised his voice. You don't know whether a shudder went through you from pleasure or from the fear that had been building in you since you woke up. 

𝕋ears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure turned into over-stimulation. Biting your hand harder you held back your words, your moans, your movements. You stared blurry-eyed at him, the headache making your whole body feel like it was pulsating. 

"You're beautiful." you heard, feeling yourself straighten your legs again, trying to contain your pleasure, feeling the cold sweat pour down your body. Why Wilbur? Why him? After all, he is incapable of saying an unkind thing about a person. So why is he hurting you? 

Feeling his head fall against your chest and his movements stop, you rested your hands on his shoulders to push him away. He raised his head and looked at you frantically, entwining his arms around your waist. 

" I love you. " he said, hugging you tighter.  

"You're a monster." you said, feeling the tears run down your face even more. 

"Maybe," he said, then raised his head. "But at least yours." You tried again to push him away. 

“You love me, no matter what I do.”