boyfriend

You thought you could get away with it. The teasing. The smartass comments. The way you’d grind against them, smirking like you weren’t about to get wrecked.

But you pushed too far.

Before you could even blink, you were slammed up against the wall, the air stolen from your lungs. Their hand clamped around your throat — not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel how helpless you really were.

Their body pressed tight against yours, one thigh shoved between your legs, grinding up where you were already soaking through your panties. You squirmed, but it only made it worse. Their grip tightened slightly, thumb stroking just under your jaw.

They leaned down, mouth right at your ear, voice dripping venom:

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me to ruin you. Keep being a mouthy little brat — I’ll make sure you can’t even fucking walk tomorrow. You’re not gonna cum until you’re begging me in tears, understand?”

You whimpered — the tiniest sound — and that was all the permission they needed. You didn’t even get a chance to answer before they spun you around, shoving your chest against the wall.

Your hands scrambled uselessly, nails scraping against the paint as they yanked your panties down and kicked your legs apart. You barely managed a gasping "wait—" before you were filled in one brutal thrust, body jolting against the wall.

"No, baby. No waiting. You wanted this. You fucking asked for it.”

Every word was punctuated by another savage thrust, rough, deep, timed perfectly to your broken little sobs. You could feel the tears already starting, your body fighting between pleasure and pain and absolutely losing.

Their free hand grabbed your hair, yanking your head back so your cheek was smashed against the wall, mouth open in a desperate, drooling gasp.

"Look at you. Fucking drooling already. God, you're such a pathetic little toy for me, aren’t you?"

You nodded — you didn’t even mean to — it just happened, automatic, brainless.

"Say it." "Say you’re nothing but a dumb little hole for me to use.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, high and cracked:

“I'm your dumb little hole... please…”

It wasn’t enough. Their hand slammed against your ass, the loud crack echoing in the room.

"Beg properly, slut. Beg for me to ruin you worse.”

You were sobbing now, the mix of pain, overstimulation, and raw need tearing you open.

"Please — please break me — use me — don’t stop — I’ll be good — just please!”

And fuck — that broke them too.

They pulled out just to flip you back around, lifting you effortlessly and slamming you down onto their cock again. You screamed — high, raw, fucked-out — as they fucked up into you mercilessly, bouncing you in their grip like you weighed nothing.

You could barely breathe, barely think — every thrust forcing another broken sound from your throat.

Tears streamed down your face, mixing with spit dripping from your open mouth. Your thighs shook violently, your whole body trembling.

"That's it, baby. Cry for me. Make it fucking messy."

They shifted slightly, hammering the exact spot that made your vision go white.

You couldn't hold back — your body betrayed you — you came hard, sobbing into their chest, spasming around them.

"Good fucking girl. You're not done yet."

And they kept going — no mercy, no slowing down, fucking you through the orgasm until you were nothing but a twitching, ruined little wreck in their arms.