The bedroom reeks of us. Your cheap cologne, my perfume, sweat, lube, and the sharp bite of my own blood from where I bit my lip to keep from screaming your name earlier. Moonlight shines through the blinds, catching the fresh fingerprints on my throat and the purple bloom on my hip from when you shoved me against the dresser and told me to “shut the fuck up and take it.”

I’m on my knees on your bed, face shoved into your pillow that smells of your hair. With my ass up, and my thighs shaking, I know I should leave. You’re cruel, you’re selfish, you cheat, you treat me horrible, you ghost me for days then show up at 2 a.m. expecting me to spread for you like nothing happened. Every reason to walk out the door is screaming in my head. Yet my cunt was dripping and my asshole was already twitching for you, so here I am. Again.

You step up behind me, no words, just the slow rasp of your belt coming undone. I hate that sound. I clench anyway.

Your palm possessively cracks across my ass. Your fingers dig in, spreading me open. Your thumb presses against my rim, not entering, just resting there, letting me feel how puffy and used I still am from the last round. I whimper.

“You’re pathetic,” you mutter, voice rough. “You know that, right?”

I turn my mascara streaked head, I smile anyway. “I know,” I whisper. “But you’re still gonna fuck my ass, aren’t you?” I tease through my bruised lips.

Your thumb pushes, just the tip, making the ring flutter and kiss around it. I gasp. You pull out, line up, and slam in without warning. The stretch burns, brutally yet perfectly, as my nails rip the sheet. A choked scream tears out of me.

You don’t let me adjust. You fuck me hard, punishing thrusts that slap skin on skin. My body jolts forward with every slam, breasts dragging on the mattress, nipples raw against cotton. You reach around, pinch one of my nipples hard and I cry out, clenching so tight you groan. “Fuck you,” I hiss. “Don’t you dare.” Your dark, wrecked laugh is heard through the aggressive thrusts.

Your hand snakes down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough circles that make my vision blur. I’m sobbing now, shaking, hating how good it feels, hating how much I need it. You hit that spot inside over and over until I break, my asshole gripping you like a vice as I cum so hard my legs give out.

You don’t stop. You chase your own release, slamming deep one last time and spilling inside me, hot and claiming.

We collapse, sweaty and panting. Your weight pins me down. Your breath is ragged against my neck.

I then turn my head, looking you over my shoulder. “You’re such an asshole. I hate you.” I utter under my breath.

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Hey all, I hope reading this brings as much enjoyment as it did for me writing this!

The prompt is self explanatory, I want to explore a relationship that has all the signs to leave, but that one reason to stay is more than enough to outweigh the former.

Shoot me a message regarding your kinks, limits and any potential ideas. The world is your oyster, so please come at me with ideas!

Here are my kinks and limits!

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, breast play, lipstick marks, piercings, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style and facials.

Limits: gore, vore, animals and significant age gaps.

Thank you all for reading! Can’t wait to see the messages!

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