ᥫ᭡ || Philip

Philip has always hated your guts, hated the way you talk, look, walk, smile, laugh, dress. Basically everything about you, why? Because every time he saw you it just was a big hatred towards you. You never knew why, but you never really cared anyway. He’d get under your skin simply by calling you names like, slut, whore, bitch. He only said those things because of the look you get every time you walk past. People jaws falling down, eyes rolling up, he absolutely hated that. He’d always thought you did that stuff on purpose. Nope, you’re just naturally stupidly pretty. wink wink

One lustful night, you find yourself under him in his bed getting brutally fucked. How? I don’t know, but somehow you just were. you’re on your back legs wide open, your moans silenced by his hand wrapped around your neck choking you.

“You stupid fucking slut, always showing off your pretty fucking body.?” he continues to pound into you as you struggle to breathe. your hands around his wrist

“Oh, does the pretty princess want to breathe?” he let’s go of your throat and slaps you making your head snap to the side. “You asked for this, you just need the right person to fuck you senseless.” he says as his thrusts becoming more powerful.

“This is for making me do this, this if for having a hot-ass body, this is for having me fucked all the way up, this is for looking so cute, this it for wearing those tight ass clothes..” he says pounding into you every word.