Violetcamryn - VioletCamryn

Nasty

Elliot x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Elliot made it into Corps training, you're making him late to the announcement.

Warnings: Elliot's mean, tardiness, swearing, sex, smut, spitting, semi-established AU(which will be introduced soon), as always MC/Reader is Fat

A bite before: @glassbxttless is the one who wrote this if I'm being honest. She managed to take my jumbled ramblings and translate them over to this beautiful little morsel.

Elliot is mean as he thrusts into you. His pace unforgiving as a warm palm makes sure you take every single inch of him. His grip firm on that fat-swell-handful, using the leverage to keep you pinned down against that uncomfortably cool table. You’re already fucked out and he’s barely begun. You were running behind today, fucking Dorris was late coming to relieve you, and you knew there’s that stupid meeting— no one from OP1 can be a second late for. Including the soon-to-be corpsman who is spitting right where he’s pounding. The fingers on his other hand mean and messy against your clit, a smile bright on his features as he makes you cream around his cock.

“Fuckin’ told you, can’t be late to this.” Elliot’s thankful he’s got your wrists tied up behind your head and a fuckin rag from somewhere in this closet stuffed into your mouth. You’ve got those cute almost sparkly tears runnin’ down your cheeks and he knows that you’d be making those whiny sultry pleads to be able to cum already if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full.

It’s desperate and messy, you’re already fucked out, but you know this song and dance deep down. You’ve been fucking like rabbits (much to Mac’s dismay). You’re very aware of how this is gonna go. He can’t drag this out how he usually likes, how he’d have you ride his boot and then make you clean up the mess. Or how he’d like to bend you over the nearest surface, or maybe how he’d like to have you sit on his face and ride him till your hips are rolling hard and pressing down proper. If Elliot dies right now, he may as well be in Heaven— or as close as he’s going to get anyway. Usually getting you so close too many times until you’re crying for him— begging with those breathy, “fuck” “Elliot” “Please Sir”’s. Maybe he’d let you cum once or twice, just to watch the way you melt for him. Before— if it’s a good day, (he’s between shifts at the hospital, you’re free from the diner, and Mac’s outta the apartment)— he starts it all over again.

You’re whining loud, muffled through the makeshift gag— but he still catches it.— Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze, when you realize how loud you’re being. His thrusts even paced and not slowing down a bit. He’s watching the way your pupils are blown wide and trying not to roll back in your head. A satisfied smirk graces his features and a bead of sweat was rolling down his temple. Elliot is almost concerned with the volume, the wet slap of skin on skin as he’s pounding away, not subtle even in the slightest. If it weren’t for the rows and rows of stacked shelves between the two of you and the door, he’d bring himself to care more. If anyone were to walk in, they’d know exactly what you were up to if they dared to venture a few feet back.

“Gonna fuckin’ pay for that, sweetheart.” He catches the way your manicured fingers flex and tense at his threat.

You’re close.

He savors the way you take him before he’s stopping, burying himself to the hilt in your greedy cunt. You can feel every fucking inch, and the way the hair at the base of his dick is pressing against your clit makes your eyes roll back in your head. You were so fucking close to the finish line, and the pause in his ministrations has you falling back from the edge of bliss. If Elliot’s hand wasn’t keeping you pinned down, you’d be sat with your arms thrown around his neck, pleading with him to let you cum, that you’d do absolutely anything. His hand abandons your soon-to-be-bruised flesh on your belly to keep you pinned down, hand pressed right to the center of your chest. He leans over slightly, bending you just that little bit more.

Your leg is hooked around his very much still clothed shoulders. You’re trying to grind down— just begging him to let you cum with nothing but your eyes. But unfortunately for you, Elliot is unforgiving. His hands slam down against the table next to your head. He’s not giving you an inch, he’s keeping you exactly where he wants you— unmoved and compliant for him. A bead of sweat rolls down his face, dripping off the tip of his nose. He follows where it lands below him, splashing against your skin. And he catches the way your dress is pinned between you— your tits nearly falling out of the top. They were barely contained in the dress you had worn during the ceremony, you were Mac’s little sister after all; you’d been allowed to tag along as family. Elliot getting to use you as his own personal fleshlight after is just a fortunate perk.

“No fuckin’ bra, I knew it.” It doesn’t take much effort on his part to have your tits spilling out. Just a barely there tug, he lifts himself up just a bit to watch them run over as he does. He gives a mean pinch to your nipple, before he’s grabbing a hefty handful to give it a good shake. Entranced as he watches the way your tits jiggle, the way you’re so fuckin’ soft under his hands.

“Eyes up, sweetheart.” Your head tips forward from where it had been thrown back. You clench around him when your eyes meet— and he can tell it wasn’t on purpose. “You don’t get to cum. Maybe after this fuckin’ meeting that—“ he draws his hips back slowly, laying out the ground rules for the night ahead. “We’re going to be late getting to.” The sentence is punctuated by a hard thrust, burying himself right back up to the base of his cock. He’s close, so damn close, and he’d mad that despite the fact he’s had you in just about every position he can think of, you can still milk him dry in no time at all.

You both are so wrapped up in one another, that you don’t hear Erik’s voice calling out for Elliot. Needing to check in before this shit really gets going, having to track his ass down which is very unlike him. No, Elliot is just cumming his brains out in Mac’s little sister’s guts, not catching his CO calling for him. He doesn’t hear the way Erik— who’s already been on a few tours— gasps at the sight before him. It’s sinful, the way Elliot’s got your ankles held (with one hand as he uses the other to zip up his trousers.) He can catch the way his cum leaks from between your well fucked thighs.

It takes a lot to get him riled up. He knows he shouldn’t be seeing this. He knows he definitely shouldn’t be this hard at walking in on Elliot in this kind of fucked up situation. Involving you, Mac’s little sister, of all people. But here he is, blush creeping up his neck and sweat starting to drip down his back.

Oh, Erik's in for it now.

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x reader smut elliot x reader elliot warfare cosmo jarvis warfare movie fic

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violetcamryn

1 month ago

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 & 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐝

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott takes care of you after a bad sunburn

for @cosmosbabydoll ‹𝟹 , pure fluff, wc 500, elliott crumbs 🤏

you sat on the couch, legs tucked sideways and crossed between Elliott’s, your back bare. he sat behind you, one hand gently resting on your hip, the other holding a bottle of aloe vera gel. the sound of the cap popping open followed by the faint wet sound of the gel being squeezed out

“you ready?” he asked softly

you gave a small nod, bracing yourself as he slowly spread the aloe onto your skin. the gel was cooling but there was a slight sting. you gasped “jesus” you muttered

Elliott let out a soft chuckle as his fingers moved carefully rubbing the aloe in gentle strokes. “told you not to be out there that long” he said, and you didn’t need to look back to see the slight shake of his head. you could hear the exact way his lips would make a straight line, eyes squinting in concern and frustration

“I was only supposed to be out for a bit” you murmured

“Yeah? Well, your back is burnt now..”

you snorted a little shoulders jerking slightly his hand coming down gently on your side “hold still sweetheart.”

you relaxed again, letting yourself lean into his touch

Elliott rubbed the last bit of aloe into your shoulder, you could feel the way he watched your back making sure he’d done enough and spread it evenly

he finally capped the bottle with a small snap sitting back with a sigh

but you spun around quickly, now cross legged in front of him, your face starting to peel around the nose and cheeks. “Elliott my face!”

he groaned under his breath, already reaching for the bottle again. “of course it is” he muttered, rubbing a hand down his jaw before looking over at you. “let me see.”

you shut your eyes and leaned forward trusting him like you always did. he huffed a little but didn’t say anything, just uncapped the bottle of aloe again. the sound of it made your stomach flip a little funny how something so simple could feel so intimate

the cool gel met your cheek, his thumb smoothing it in slow circles.

you exhaled slowly, “the feels… really nice.”

“Mm.” he didn’t stop. his fingers rubbed over your forehead, around your temples, the bridge of your nose taking his time

when he was done, he didn’t pull away. instead he rubbed your arm gently, then reached down to take your hands in his, rough fingers wrapping around your own his thumbs brushed over your knuckles in slow circles

you opened your eyes just in time to see him lean in “there” he said quietly

the his lips met yours, his mustache tickled against your upper lip making you smile into the kiss and he pulled back with that familiar look in his eyes

“you laughing at me?” he murmured

“no” you teased, “just forgot how much that mustache tickles.”

he smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek “guess I’ll just have to do it again until you’re used to it.”

gon be out this summer 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🤫

@https-junebug @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @bib200 @illyrianbrat

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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violetcamryn

2 weeks ago

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott figured if something sweet wanted to find him now, even if it came in a envelope from someone years younger than him, he’d be damned if he turned it away

thank u anon for requesting thiss ‹𝟹, big ole age gap, wc 3k, smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, IM BACKK!!

he barely looked at the envelope. the was the truth of it

dirt streaked his forearms, caked dry in the folds of his sleeves. the letter creased and bent, lay against a cracked mess table where half a dozen other things waited for his attention

“Elliott” someone muttered behind him, Tommy probably, always nosing around “that for you?”

he didn’t answer. just kept writing, one wrist propped up like it hurt. when he did reach for it, it wasn’t with curiosity and the way he tore it open, sliding a finger under the seal, felt more like muscle memory than interest

the handwriting inside was nice and neat. probably young, definitely female, no stickers, perfume, or kisses signed in lip gloss. just words on the paper thank god

just a girl, whoever she was, writing him like they had some connection. as if she had the right to imagine what his days were like, what he might miss, what he might need

he didn’t get past the first paragraph

his eyes flicked once to the bottom, skimming past the signature. he didn’t bother memorizing the name, didn’t want to. he folded the page in half, then in quarters, then again until it was small enough, it wasn’t even worth tossing away. it went straight in his pocket to be forgotten

because this was some girl some teenager, probably dreaming up a romance with a soldier who wasn’t ever going to write back. he didn’t need this, he didn’t have the time, not for fantasies, not for a relationship

he was thirty-five years old. so no. he didn’t read it, didn’t let himself

and he forgot about it. until three weeks later, when the next one came.

he didn’t know why he kept the second letter. should’ve forgotten about it the way he had the first. burned it or given it to Tommy so he could snort and make a joke about it

but Elliott didn’t. he read it, all of it

late that night, sitting in the corner of the house with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out, boots unlaced, he held that letter in both hands and read every word. you wrote like you were talking to someone you already knew. like you thought he had time for this

he huffed through his nose. not quite a laugh more like a exhale that might’ve been turned into a smirk

“If you ever need someone or anything to take your mind off things” you’d written “I’m here.”

and that’s what made him keep reading

he knew, he knew this girl, you, couldn’t have been more than twenty, twenty one tops. and yet that line sat with him all damn day

he waited two more nights before writing back. even sharpened the tip of his pencil like it mattered

scrawled on a scrap torn from the back of a old piece of paper, crooked and uneven

“oh yeah? you don’t even know me and you’re offering yourself to me?”

he stared at it a while. the corners of his mouth curled up, a hint of disbelief in his own reaction. he hadn’t smiled like that in a long time, not because it was funny but because the thought of you, sitting somewhere far from this hellhole daring to write to a stranger like him…

he folded the note, tucked it in an envelope like it was any other official letter, and handed it off without a care. didn’t think much about it again until a week later when you wrote back

from there it grew. letter by letter, every week he wrote to you, sometimes more

he sat alone behind some stacked up mattress, where his watch post was. he had your letter in his lap. his hands rough, callused, twitchy from hours of trigger discipline. he held it more gently than he’d ever handled anything else out here. creased but not torn, smoothed out flat across his thigh, his thumb traced a word you’d written “yours.” again and again like it meant something

but you’d gone further this time, so much further

he’d gotten used to your sweetness, your way of writing like you were curling up into his side, whispering everything just for him. but this one, this one changed everything

you hadn’t held back

“I want you to fuck me. I want your hands on my hips pulling me back into you so deep I can’t speak. I want to feel your mouth on my skin, your fingers filling me. I want to be your good girl, all yours, I want to look up at you with tears in my eyes because it’s too much but I still begging for more.”

his eyes had widened when he read it. his mouth parted, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, breath huffing through his nose. a dry humorless chuckle slipped out of him, almost a scoff in disbelief

then he turned the page. and tucked inside the folds, half hidden between the letter carefully folded.. was a photo. printed

and there you were laying back, naked, your tits perked up like a goddamn gift for his eyes alone, nipples flushed, hard, begging to be sucked between his lips. your hand held the camera, angling down just enough to frame your pussy glistening and perfect, lips just barely parted like they were waiting for his tongue. there was nothing timid or shy about it you’d opened yourself up to him. your body said take me, and your face said I want you to want me like this

Elliott exhaled hard, hand dragging down his face over his jaw. he closed his eyes for a minute but that only made the image more clear

god he could see it, smell it, even if only in imagination. he could feel you on his tongue already, taste your pussy, hear your moans when he buried his face between those thighs, your legs tightening around his head

his cock was painfully hard. it pressed tight against his pants, twitching at the very thought of your voice moaning his name, of your fingers clinging to his shoulders while he fucked you slow and deep, making you feel every goddamn inch you’d begged for in the letter

he folded the letter slowly, set it aside then unfolded the photo again, eyes trailing every inch, your mouth half parted, your throat, your chest, the soft curve of your waist and the plush mound between your thighs wet and waiting. you wanted this, you wanted him

not just a soldier, not just a man, you wanted Elliott

and he couldn’t stop imagining how you’d sound, how your voice would hitch when he pushed inside you for the first time, how your eyes would roll back when his hand closed around your throat just tight enough to make you gasp, how your hips would lift greedy offering everything you had

but you said it… you can touch me however you want

he hadn’t felt desire like this in years, lust? yeah plenty of that. but this wasn’t lust. every word you wrote, the photo said i’m yours. just say the word, i’ll let you do anything

Elliott groaned, head tilting back to knock gently against the wall. one hand slid down over his lap, cupping the bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants. he closed his eyes and pictured you again bent over his lap, legs shaking, face twisted in pleasure, crying out as he filled you, fucked you harder with each thrust until you couldn’t think anymore.

you’d offered yourself to him and he was done pretending he didn’t want to take it

he was already writing his reply in his head, he looked down at the photo again, breathing hard

but elliott never got around to writing you back. his fingers had hovered over the pen and paper, half a sentence blinking and unfinished, but his mind wasn’t on replying back anymore. it was on you. that picture you’d sent an innocent soft smile and tilted head but to him it was more than that, you were his girl, he’d decided. even if he never said it out loud

the belt came undone with a clink. he shoved it off, rough fingers pulling down his pants and boxers together, his cock meeting with the chill air. it stood tall, flushed and veined with a tinge of red at the base, heavy enough to sway forward slightly, a glistening bead of precum catching at the tip

he muttered your name under his breath fuck, he thought running a hand over his shaft “god look at you” he whispered, eyes fixed on the picture his thumb brushing the picture like it was skin, your skin “pretty little thing, you’re killing me.”

the first stroke was slow. a hesitant pull from base to tip, and already his hips bucked forward like his body couldn’t wait. his breath caught, he groaned, “shit” then spat into his palm, he rubbed it in, coating his cock with warm slickness, your name soft on his lips again like he couldn’t stop saying it, didn’t want to

the strokes turned tighter. he imagined your thighs spread, panties peeled aside or just pushed down to your knees, that soft heat between them slick and waiting for him. “you’d let me wouldn’t you?” he said through gritted teeth “wouldn’t even make me ask.”

his cock jerked in his grip. he squeezed tighter. imagined the way your breath would hitch when he slid the head along your folds, teasing, then eased in slow inch by inch, your pussy clenching around him. his thumb swirled over the slit, slick with spit and precum now, and he hissed between his teeth, “fuck… fuck yes…”

he rutted into his fist harder, hips lifting off the chair now “you like being mine?” his voice cracked slightly, “know I ain’t supposed to, know it’s wrong but I see that sweet little face and I don’t care.”

the rhythm got quicker. his eyes squeezed shut, brows knitted. in his mind you were beneath him moaning, gasping, whispering his name. he pumped harder “take it all baby… mmm fuck, I know you can…”

“look so damn tight…” he gasped, and suddenly his whole body arched “going to cum baby, gonna- shit…”

he bucked and jerked into his fist, cock pulsing, spurting thick sticky cum over his uniform. his mouth hung open, panting ragged, eyes half-lidded as his hand slowed, milking every last drop. he stared at your picture, dazed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “that’s my girl” he murmured

his grip hadn’t let up. even after the first orgasm, slick and messy across his hand, his cock still twitched in his hand, half soft and glistening, and he kept stroking it lazily, watching your picture

you were sweet, young, maybe a little naive but the way you smiled in that photo, the way you tilted your hips just enough to tease, that was temptation. he’d told himself before that he was imagining things, reading into it but not anymore

he grinned, half-drunk on post nut haze, fingers sliding over the sensitive head as he shuddered from the overstimulation. “fuck, baby girl” he muttered low and raspy, “look what you do to me.”

and then came the thought, uninvited but there, what if she saw me? the real him. lines around the eyes, worn, and carrying so much from months of being deployed

he stared at your picture, pupils blown, fingers still working that sensitive swollen shaft. “would you still want me in that pussy” he breathed, “if you saw how much older I was?” his jaw tensed, hips rocking slowly upward into his own palm, imagining you hesitating at first eyes widening, lips parting, maybe a shy giggle slipping from your lips as you took in the broadness of his chest, the roughness of his hands, how deep his voice was as he said your name

he imagined you stepping closer anyway. fingertips on his jaw, breath warm against his neck as you whispered, “yes.”

that was it. that image of you kneeling in front of him, letting him guide your mouth down over his cock with your eyes shut that drove him right back to the edge. he pumped his cock faster “you’d take it wouldn’t you? you’d be so tight, so fucking wet for me…”

he imagined stretching that sweet pussy until you gasped and clawed at his shoulders, begging him not to stop. the pace of his hand became quicker his thighs clenched, “going to cum again fuck”

his head dropped back as another hot load spilled over his hand and uniform, ropes of cum landing messily as he laughed shamelessly. his cock throbbed hard in his grip one last time, then softened as his fingers slid off, wet and shaking

he sat there a moment, panting, sweaty, satisfied

then he turned back to the pencil and paper he left out

“hey” he wrote, his breath still uneven “been thinking about you again…”

brooklyn baby lana del rey

THEY SAY IM TOO YOUNG TO LOVE YA I DONT KNOW WHAT I NEED

@ddlydevotion @https-junebug @cosmosbabydoll @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @gallaghrh @illyrianbrat

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violetcamryn

1 month ago

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

after an argument Elliott shows you where that mouth belongs and how to properly apologize

smut w slight plot, FILTHY SMUT SMUT, Elliott a little mean, wc 3k, this came to me in a vision 🧘‍♀️

“You’re fucking unbelievable” you said, flat and quiet too tired to yell anymore. “this is why I don’t talk to you. you go from here” your hand shot up “to here” your hand dropped at your side “in two seconds.”

he scoffed and didn’t say a word

just turned his back to you, stepping past like none of it mattered. like none of it ever really hit him

he dropped onto the couch with a heavy grunt, legs spread wide, head thrown back against the cushion. his arms fell to his thighs you stared at him at and without a glance back, you turned away and walked into the bedroom

it was sometime past midnight when you cracked open the bedroom door. you stepped out quietly

he hadn’t moved from the couch in over an hour. his posture had stiffened, arms crossed, jaw clenched you’d tried already small apologies from the kitchen doorway, then hesitantly closer ones, brushing your fingertips against his shoulder only to have him shift away

but you knew him. knew the way his body still leaned slightly in your direction, his leg bouncing restlessly like he wanted to say something, just didn’t trust himself not to snap

so you dropped to your knees

both of your hands holding you up as your knees met the cold hardwood floor. he didn’t glance your way at first, kept his gaze onto the muted television screen where some documentary played. you crept forward, crawling between his parted knees, his thighs warm and tense in grey sweats stretched from how uncomfortable he sat. his chest rose once sharp but he still didn’t look down.

so you did what you knew would break him. you leaned in and laid your cheek against the bulge pressing forward in his pants, “I’m sorry.”

he inhaled through his nose quick, like it’d startled him but his hand twitched

you nuzzled again soft and slow, dragging your cheek left then right across the stiffening outline beneath, murmuring low lips brushing where your face laid “I didn’t mean it. I was angry you know I just-” a kiss right there, over the growing swell in his pants “-get frustrated.”

his hands weren’t crossed anymore. one slid to the back of your neck, fingers going into your hair while his thumb rested just behind your ear just holding you there

“I’m talking to you Elliott” you said softly, “Don’t ignore me when I’m trying to fix things.”

finally, his head tilted down his lips were parted jaw slack now. not angry, but more on edge

“You’re fucking crazy” he muttered voice hoarse a mix of disbelief “you really think you can just crawl over here and-”

you smiled against him. “mmhm” you hummed, mouth open now pressing a wet kiss to the head where it began poking through the cotton

he leaned forward instinctively, hand tightening in your hair. “this your way of saying sorry?”

“I’ll make it up to you”

he let out a low grunt, and his thighs parted wider

his fingers thread through your hair gently at first, then they curl in a rough grip, jerking your head back. you gasp, eyes wide, lips parted his knuckles pressed tight to your scalp

“You’re sorry?” his voice is quiet but there’s nothing gentle in the way he says it

you blink up at him, eyes wide, lips wet, sweet and parted, a tiny nod in his grasp

he lets out a exhale through his nose, and his other hand comes up palm cupping your cheek, he grips your face like he owns it, thumb pressing into your jawline, fingers spread wide across your skin. you nuzzle into it, nodding again as best you can while he holds your head still in both hands

“going to make it up to me?”

“Mhm” you hummed into his palm

another nod submissive and perfect. and then he releases your face with a light slap, not harsh but enough to sting and warm your cheek, to let you feel him even after he lets go. your face stays turned from the impact, breath trembling, but your fingers don’t hesitate they find the waistband of his sweats, drag it down in one motion, boxers following, his cock springing free, hard, flushed, already leaking at the tip from how long he’d been holding back

he leans back, one arm slung across the couch’s backrest, spreading himself wide jaw tight, eyes on you, daring you to prove it.

“Well?” he says, “Get to it.”

your fingers wrap around him, a slow warm grip, trembling slightly. he twitches in your palm, you give one smooth pump, dragging your hand up from base to head, watching the slick bead of precum swell and smear beneath your thumb as you circle it teasingly. his hips shift barely but you feel it

then, you lean in and drag your tongue just once over the sensitive tip. he exhales sharp through his teeth, fingers tightening into the cushion behind him

you lower your head again, lips parting just enough to leave delicate kisses along the base of his shaft your mouth warm and wet as it moves across every inch. your tongue traces the thick veins on the shaft, gliding upward in little flicks and strokes

when you finally reach the head again, you let your lips wrap around just that swollen tip, sucking gently, the soft wet suction makes him groan quietly, your tongue swirls around the underside, lazy circles teasing the most sensitive spots while you hold him in both hands

but you don’t take him in all the way, just the head. suckling and teasing

“cmon” he raps, and before you can react, both his hands are in your hair, gripping tight at the roots, fists curling hard enough to sting as he yanks your head down

you gasp, lips spreading wide as he drives his cock past them in one quick thrust, the head pushes past your tongue, deeper than you’d taken him yet, and your throat tightens instinctively gagging softly around him. but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give you time to breathe or adjust

“Yeah that’s it” he mutters through clenched teeth, hips thrusting upward as he starts to fuck into your mouth. your hands trail up to his thighs to hold onto him, but he’s already holding you right where he wants, fingers tight in your hair, moving your head down to meet every thrust

“just how I like it” he groans, your throat choking slightly with every push. spit bubbles out around your lips, dripping down your chin as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat with wet filthy sounds

“Don’t have anything to say now, huh?” he’s mocking you. “all that mouth, all that talk now look at you.”

you blink up at him through watery eyes, tears prickling the corners from how deep he is. but you don’t fight it, you take it, let him use your mouth like it’s made for this

“You should start using that mouth for this more” he breaths, “Instead of fucking arguing.”

his grip tightens as he continues to use your mouth, dragging your head down with each thrust until your nose’s buried in the hair at his base, choking softly with each thrust, spit now running in thick globs down your chin. strings of it coat his cock, wet and shining, from your lips to the base as he fucks in again, again. your eyes water, vision blurring around the edges, nose running down to your upper lip, you look messy and ruined. and he groans at the sight of it, turned on beyond words

“Fuck yes love it when it’s messy like this” he groans out, hips twitching as he fucks into your face like he can’t get enough. the squelch of your mouth around him, as your lips seal tighter trying to keep up with his pace. he’s so deep, so big, your gag reflex barely holding up, but still you take it shaking, choking a little, but never pulling back

your fingers dig into his thighs, you’re gasping through your nose when you can, but it’s hardly enough, your face hot, wet, ruined, but you don’t want him to stop.

he grunts again and yanks your head back just a few inches enough to let you breathe, let you catch your breath. “Take those off” he pants, as he looks down at you. “Now.”

your lips let go of him with a wet pop, a thick strand of spit hanging from your mouth to his tip, eyes still watery and lips swollen as you nod

you move back slightly, trembling as you slide your hands to your waistband, dragging your shorts and panties down past your hips, lifting your knees off the hardwood so you can get them down over your thighs. the cool air hits your wet pussy instantly, your thighs wet with your arousal

he sees it sees the way your pussy clenches around nothing, already wet and needy from how he’s been using your throat

you toss the clothes somewhere next to you, leaving yourself bare and exposed between his knees, hair still being held n his fists. you shiver slightly, lips parted, breathing heavy and then moan around the head of his cock as you take him back into your mouth again

he doesn’t let up his cock thrusts into your throat again and again, while drool pours freely down your chin, gliding over your lips and getting messily onto your chest. your nose is buried in him now, his groans deepen, his hips jerking just a little more as he watches you choke and fucking take it

he stops

he holds your head down for a second, letting his cock twitch at the back of your throat, and then slowly eases you off him, your mouth slipping free with a string of spit still connecting you. you fall back onto your heels panting, tears streaked down your cheeks and chin soaked, lips slick and parted

he leans forward, “Get up.”

and you do, legs trembling as you try to get up, the ache in your knees as they lift off the hardwood all red. you sway slightly from how weak they’ve gone, thighs sticky and trembling as you climb clumsily onto his lap. he leans back, cock still slick from your mouth standing hard against his stomach

he pats his thigh once with a hard smack. “rght here cmon.”

you climb into his lap, straddling him, your pussy already hovering over the swollen head of his cock. you hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into warm skin as the tip slides against your folds, spreading them, nudging right at your entrance. his hands come down on your waist, firm and hard, thumbs pressing into your skin, holding you steady as you hover over

“Sit” he says

and you obey

you sit down. the stretch stings, he’s big and your pussy resists at first, slowly taking him in. you exhale a shaky moan as he fills you, your body twitching around him as more and more of him slides in, that pressure building until you bottom out, seated fully stretched wide and full and panting.

“Fuck…” you gasp, fingers curling hard against his shoulders, head dropping to his neck as your body adjusts, pussy already gripping his cock as you grind slowly

he groans, hands tightening on your waist, and then his palm smacks across your ass. loud, hard, stinging. you jolt in his lap, back arching

“You want to make it up to me?” he pants

you nod, lip trembling

“Then work for it.”

your legs ache as you rise up on your knees, just enough to feel his cock drag along your pussy and then you drop again, you do it again slower, your breath breaking into moans as you start fucking yourself down on him while he sits back and watches

“You look so fucking good like this” he murmurs. “little mess on my cock finally being useful.”

another slap to your ass, harder this time

“Keep going. you want forgiveness? earn it.”

your hips rise and fall, thighs shaking as you grind down onto him, riding his cock desperately, your mouths parted in soft gasps, and he watches, loving the the sight of you in his lap. how your body trembles, how your pussy coats his cock every time you come back down, how your nipples strain against your thin tank top, hard little peaks teasing him through the fabric

“Mm” he hums, his hands sliding up from your hips, dragging your shirt up until your breasts are bare, bouncing slightly as you ride him. he palms both of them at once, rough fingers pressing into soft flesh, thumbs circling your nipples

you moan, head dropping back, chest pushing into his touch. he plays with them pinching, rolling, rubbing watching the way you squirm, the way your pussy clenches around his cock every time he tweaks a nipple just right

then one hand leaves your breast, moving up to grip your jaw, forcing your head back upright, thumb on your chin and fingers tight on your cheeks as he locks eyes with you

“Tell me, tell me how fucking sorry you are.”

you blink, cock drunk and breathless, but you nod, words tumbling out in all ragged

“I’m sorry” you whimper, voice cracking as your hips keep moving “I’m so sorry Elliott. so- fuck didn’t mean it I swear I’m sorry I’m sorry-”

the words turn into little gasping pleads “Never again- never Elliott, I swear…” your voice cracks, filled with tears and desperate guilt

“Keep going” he murmurs, watching your eyes go glossy “Don’t stop.”

and you don’t you keep babbling, pleading into his hand as he watches you, your apologies turning into soft broken murmurs, half-sobs caught between moans

you keep riding him, thighs aching, breath breaking in sobs around your pleads of “I’m sorry” like it’s the only thing left in your head. you’re bouncing on him now, pussy squelching with every thrust down

“I’m sorry so sorry, Elliott please… I didn’t mean it- I’ll be good I’ll be good, I swear-”

he lets go of your face for just a moment, sliding his palms back to your chest again, toying with your nipples his fingers pinch and pull them tightly, tugging until you yelp, then rolling the sensitive buds between his calloused fingertips until your back arches. it just makes your pussy grip tighter around him

then his hand comes back to your face, this time grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so you have no choice but to look him in the eye

“Say it again. look at me and say it.” he demands

your lips tremble, eyes glossy and wide, lashes clumped with tears. “I’m sorry” you whisper again. “I’m s-so sorry please Elliott… please-”

his chest rises quick, cock still throbbing inside you and suddenly he’s telling you to get off

you blink confused, lips parted “Elliott?”

but he doesn’t answer. he fists his cock instead, still slick from your throat and your pussy, pumping it roughly as he drags you down by your head, guiding your dazed teary face toward his belly

he groans loud this time, voice breaking and then he’s there jerking off beneath you as warm sticky cum spills across your cheeks, your lips, your nose. thick spurts splatter messily up your face, some hitting your forehead, dripping down over your mouth and chin, getting in your hair where he’s still holding you in place

“shit that’s it.” he says through gritted teeth, hips bucking into his fist, watching his cum go all over your pretty face. “there.. take it- fucking wear it.”

and you do. eyes closed, mouth open, as his cum drips over your tongue and skin, his cock twitching inches from your lips. he groans again softer now, dragging out the last of it, and only then does he release your hair, letting you rest onto his lap, face soaked in his cum, chest rising and falling as you lay against him waiting, still not sure if it’s enough to be forgiven

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