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Big Mistake, Beta (2)

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind” Hosea 8:7

Hercules:

7:00am:

Hercules awakens from his beautiful sleep with a groan, his muscles popping as his yawns in a loud manner. He stretches his arms and scratches his pits before getting up. He conducts his wake up routine to get the average Tuesday started, which is little more than a quick shower, putting on clothes, making and drinking a protein shake and talking to his bros in a group chat. He does notice, only after looking around for his favorite beta-bro, that his favorite beta bro is missing. He frowns to himself, his ego taking a small hit. Why is his beta bro not with him? Ugh, anyways, you have stuff to do today… I.e do what you do everyday.

8:00am: This daily schedule first starts with Hercules using his infinite funds and ability to persuade and flirt his way into an expensive restaurant to simply eat breakfast. Damn, high life is good. As he's eating, he feels his bowels move and he chuckles to himself. Is it weird to release a loud alpha fart in public? Nahhhh, but speaking of weird, he can’t help but wonder where his favorite beta is, and he wonders if he's ok. Anyways, time to move on with the day. 

8:45am: The day continues, and after leaving the fancy restaurant by releasing a thick protein fart, he leaves to go to the on-campus gym. He pumps iron, feels his golden blood rush and scatter across his muscles, and feels his fibers flex and tense. Lifting weights and boosting his strength has always made him feel superior. He chuckles to himself, smirking arrogantly, and yet it falters. Where the heck is his beta-bro? Usually he will be seen by now, or at least have sent a text! Hmm, Hercules might have to punish his beta-bro for ignoring him… hope he's ok.

11:30am: After finishing his morning workout, not showering, changing into different clothes and heading off to lunch, Hercules' day continues, except he genuinely starts to worry about his beta-bro. His beta bro wasn’t even there to watch him change out of his sweaty outfit and eye bang him! Hercules would usually respond to the denial of attention with hostility, and yet, concern replaces that anger. Concern about the wheel being of his beta-bro. Anyways, Hercules changes into a proper outfit and once again goes to another fancy restaurant just to eat lunch, gotta fill up on that protein! If only his beta-bro was around to be his favorite gas bag, and yet still no messages. Hercules tries to convince himself that its not THAT big of a deal… hopefully. He leaves the lunch restaurant and leaves a “tip” by letting the staff clean up the remains of his golden sweat off of the seat. 

12:15 Once arriving back to campus, taking a quick shower to just freshen up his hair, and changing outfits, Hercules heads off to the campus gym again. He heads into the locker room, and chugs a protein shake. He looks around at the much smaller and definitely less alpha males around the locker-room and even the open door to the gym floor. Unfortunately, he can’t smile, for the multiple text messages and calls he sent to his roommate were left unanswered. He tries not to show it, but he is worried as fuck! He continues to chug the shake, feeling his bowels itch. He puts down the protein shake, sticks his hands down his pants to itch his heavy balls, and then releases a protein fart, clouding up and gassing up the already smelly locker-room.

Anyways, Hercules heads out, not even bothering to laugh at his own fart out of concern. Maybe working out will distract him…

Roman:

6:00am:

Roman awakens with a sigh, his tiredness and exhaustion apparent on his face, and yet he tries to keep his smile upon his face. He does his own morning routine of cleaning up after Hercules, taking care of himself, cleaning himself in the shower, etc. Thankfully, he has finished all of this before 7, so it means he can quickly scurry out of the room before he has to deal with his new Roomie. Sorry Hercules, but today isn’t the day. 

7:00am:

Roman enters the lunchroom with a sigh and serves himself the same daily campus food. Since he can’t afford to eat at the good places on campus, let alone eat out, he eats at the “poor” person cafe on campus. He sighs, his mood souring as he starts to eat his food, melancholic and tired. By the time he has finished his meal, he is still hungry, but he can’t afford to get more food. 

7:30am-11:30am. For the next 4 hours, Roman has been attending his classes necessarily for getting his year done at campus. Unfortunately, these nerdy classes still haven't brought him the joy he was expecting, for instead they have only added to his stress. He tries to keep his head high, and yet the stress keeps building up. He sighs at his last class, and decides to do something he never thought he would expect. Maybe he should do what his alpha roommate does and attend the gym, for that may release some stress? He needs to see if he has any workout clothes…

12:00pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

12:15pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

Roman heads out and starts working out, struggling a bit since he hasn't “worked out” in a long time. As he is struggling to start, a quite handsome and attractive male approaches him and starts to give him advice and give him subtle compliments. Roman begins to feel even better, for it is rare that another male even talks to him with positive intentions… Maybe the gym will be a good place? Roman keeps talking to the gym…. Unknowingly striking the match to an inferno.

Simultaneously

Hercules: Hercules is busy working out, his head racing with thoughts of his beta-bro and if hes ok or not. He is honestly considering combining the campus to find what belongs to him and to punish his beta-bro for not answering him. Fuck, hes getting obsessed with his beta-bro, it is as if his very scent haunts him and teases him about how what BELONGS to him is always out of reach and it pisses him the fuck off… wait a minute, he CAN smell Roman! Roman never comes to the gym… unless…  Hercules wings sprout in shock upon seeing Roman

As if being on autopilot, he beelines straight towards Roman, wanting to wring him out for ignoring him and to also take him the fuck out of the gym, for not only does he NOT belong there, but he doesn’t like the idea of inferior males feasting upon HIS beta-bitch. As he is marching towards Roman, rage and possessiveness swimming in his orbs, he sees something that sends his very soul ablaze… an INFERIOR male is speaking to what BELONGS TO HIM Hercules loses himself to the raging possessiveness, his wings growing to maximum size… All hell is going to break loose. 

Roman: The air grows heavy and hostile, so thick and tense that he even finds it hard to breathe. He gulps, and the guy talking to him is quick to walk away, as if he senses that the air is off too. What the frick happened? Did he say something? Roman thinks to myself for a couple seconds, standing still, before sighing, defeated. He shook his head and lowered it before turning around, only to have his head forcefully and aggressively gripped by an almost bone shattering grip of someone. Roman yelps and is forced to look up, only to see a hellfire and brimstone raging within the eyes of none other than Hercules…. “Who. the. fuck. was. that?”

(( @scott-golden9 Dang, possessive much?

Big Mistake, Beta (2)

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind” Hosea 8:7

Hercules:

7:00am:

Hercules awakens from his beautiful sleep with a groan, his muscles popping as his yawns in a loud manner. He stretches his arms and scratches his pits before getting up. He conducts his wake up routine to get the average Tuesday started, which is little more than a quick shower, putting on clothes, making and drinking a protein shake and talking to his bros in a group chat. He does notice, only after looking around for his favorite beta-bro, that his favorite beta bro is missing. He frowns to himself, his ego taking a small hit. Why is his beta bro not with him? Ugh, anyways, you have stuff to do today… I.e do what you do everyday.

8:00am: This daily schedule first starts with Hercules using his infinite funds and ability to persuade and flirt his way into an expensive restaurant to simply eat breakfast. Damn, high life is good. As he's eating, he feels his bowels move and he chuckles to himself. Is it weird to release a loud alpha fart in public? Nahhhh, but speaking of weird, he can’t help but wonder where his favorite beta is, and he wonders if he's ok. Anyways, time to move on with the day. 

8:45am: The day continues, and after leaving the fancy restaurant by releasing a thick protein fart, he leaves to go to the on-campus gym. He pumps iron, feels his golden blood rush and scatter across his muscles, and feels his fibers flex and tense. Lifting weights and boosting his strength has always made him feel superior. He chuckles to himself, smirking arrogantly, and yet it falters. Where the heck is his beta-bro? Usually he will be seen by now, or at least have sent a text! Hmm, Hercules might have to punish his beta-bro for ignoring him… hope he's ok.

11:30am: After finishing his morning workout, not showering, changing into different clothes and heading off to lunch, Hercules' day continues, except he genuinely starts to worry about his beta-bro. His beta bro wasn’t even there to watch him change out of his sweaty outfit and eye bang him! Hercules would usually respond to the denial of attention with hostility, and yet, concern replaces that anger. Concern about the wheel being of his beta-bro. Anyways, Hercules changes into a proper outfit and once again goes to another fancy restaurant just to eat lunch, gotta fill up on that protein! If only his beta-bro was around to be his favorite gas bag, and yet still no messages. Hercules tries to convince himself that its not THAT big of a deal… hopefully. He leaves the lunch restaurant and leaves a “tip” by letting the staff clean up the remains of his golden sweat off of the seat. 

12:15 Once arriving back to campus, taking a quick shower to just freshen up his hair, and changing outfits, Hercules heads off to the campus gym again. He heads into the locker room, and chugs a protein shake. He looks around at the much smaller and definitely less alpha males around the locker-room and even the open door to the gym floor. Unfortunately, he can’t smile, for the multiple text messages and calls he sent to his roommate were left unanswered. He tries not to show it, but he is worried as fuck! He continues to chug the shake, feeling his bowels itch. He puts down the protein shake, sticks his hands down his pants to itch his heavy balls, and then releases a protein fart, clouding up and gassing up the already smelly locker-room.

Anyways, Hercules heads out, not even bothering to laugh at his own fart out of concern. Maybe working out will distract him…

Roman:

6:00am:

Roman awakens with a sigh, his tiredness and exhaustion apparent on his face, and yet he tries to keep his smile upon his face. He does his own morning routine of cleaning up after Hercules, taking care of himself, cleaning himself in the shower, etc. Thankfully, he has finished all of this before 7, so it means he can quickly scurry out of the room before he has to deal with his new Roomie. Sorry Hercules, but today isn’t the day. 

7:00am:

Roman enters the lunchroom with a sigh and serves himself the same daily campus food. Since he can’t afford to eat at the good places on campus, let alone eat out, he eats at the “poor” person cafe on campus. He sighs, his mood souring as he starts to eat his food, melancholic and tired. By the time he has finished his meal, he is still hungry, but he can’t afford to get more food. 

7:30am-11:30am. For the next 4 hours, Roman has been attending his classes necessarily for getting his year done at campus. Unfortunately, these nerdy classes still haven't brought him the joy he was expecting, for instead they have only added to his stress. He tries to keep his head high, and yet the stress keeps building up. He sighs at his last class, and decides to do something he never thought he would expect. Maybe he should do what his alpha roommate does and attend the gym, for that may release some stress? He needs to see if he has any workout clothes…

12:00pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

12:15pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

Roman heads out and starts working out, struggling a bit since he hasn't “worked out” in a long time. As he is struggling to start, a quite handsome and attractive male approaches him and starts to give him advice and give him subtle compliments. Roman begins to feel even better, for it is rare that another male even talks to him with positive intentions… Maybe the gym will be a good place? Roman keeps talking to the gym…. Unknowingly striking the match to an inferno.

Simultaneously

Hercules: Hercules is busy working out, his head racing with thoughts of his beta-bro and if hes ok or not. He is honestly considering combining the campus to find what belongs to him and to punish his beta-bro for not answering him. Fuck, hes getting obsessed with his beta-bro, it is as if his very scent haunts him and teases him about how what BELONGS to him is always out of reach and it pisses him the fuck off… wait a minute, he CAN smell Roman! Roman never comes to the gym… unless…  Hercules wings sprout in shock upon seeing Roman

As if being on autopilot, he beelines straight towards Roman, wanting to wring him out for ignoring him and to also take him the fuck out of the gym, for not only does he NOT belong there, but he doesn’t like the idea of inferior males feasting upon HIS beta-bitch. As he is marching towards Roman, rage and possessiveness swimming in his orbs, he sees something that sends his very soul ablaze… an INFERIOR male is speaking to what BELONGS TO HIM Hercules loses himself to the raging possessiveness, his wings growing to maximum size… All hell is going to break loose. 

Roman: The air grows heavy and hostile, so thick and tense that he even finds it hard to breathe. He gulps, and the guy talking to him is quick to walk away, as if he senses that the air is off too. What the frick happened? Did he say something? Roman thinks to myself for a couple seconds, standing still, before sighing, defeated. He shook his head and lowered it before turning around, only to have his head forcefully and aggressively gripped by an almost bone shattering grip of someone. Roman yelps and is forced to look up, only to see a hellfire and brimstone raging within the eyes of none other than Hercules…. “Who. the. fuck. was. that?”

(( @scott-golden9 Dang, possessive much?

This is very important for everyone posting themselves on social media. Be wary and be smart about what you post and say while responding to these.

Gather round kids while I explain this manipulation tactic that men perpetually try to use and why it’s bullshit.

If someone is openly showing interest in you by making disparaging or disappointed comments about your age, they’re trying to put you on the defensive. This guy wants me to try to quell his discomfort, to bring up that I’m only a month shy of 20, etc. - he wants me to try to prove myself to him, that I’m mature and adult enough for a man like him.

His goal is to establish a power imbalance right off the bat. If we were to date, I would constantly be on the defensive, constantly striving to be an equal, constantly trying to prove my “adult” credentials. Anything he says or does or wants from this point on that I object to would just be seen as a strike against my age, proof that he was right and that I’m not mature enough for him. This is how SO MANY men pressure younger individuals (primarily women and girls) into situations and relationships they aren’t comfortable with. If he truly thought I was too young for him, he wouldn’t have messaged me. This is a very calculated move, and it’s fucking gross.

Adult relationships with age gaps are completely fine, but only if all parties view each other as equals. If someone is trying to set you up in a way that ensures that’s never a possibility, run far away.

No. 3: SET UP FOR FAILURE

Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you.”

Hi, here is my contribution no.3 for Whumptober !

A bit of context : Helios is a delusional, tyrannical and powerful demigod who seeks to build a family by “adopting” (i.e. kidnapping) people. Justine is one of the people he’s trying to adopt. She’s a 14 years-old teenager.

If you have any questions, I'd obviously be more than happy to answer! Also, English isn't my first language, so i apologize for any mistake. Check the tags for TW and enjoy !

Justine is beginning to think she's good at controlling her reactions. Or maybe she really is getting used to the situation, which is a more unpleasant thought than she can tolerate at the moment.

However, she can't repress herself when the officer who's supposed to bring back a translator invites Helios into his office.

She's never been one to scream when she's in the grip of strong emotion, but everyone has their exceptions, and she throws herself out of her seat to slam against the wall, screaming in panic when the demigod immediately moves towards her, hand outstretched.

-No, no! NO!

The officer studies the scene with a relaxed air, watching as the tall, intimidating man grabs the handcuffed teenager by the arm and pulls her towards him with harsh words in another language. The girl sobs and tries to wriggle free, but the adult's strength is far superior and he shakes her a little, his voice sharp, until she gives up and bows her head, trembling all over.

Helios turns away to exchange sentences she doesn't understand with the officer, a member of the militia, supposed to protect and serve the citizens, supposed to hide her and help her join her father. The mage keeps a painful grip on her upper arm, holding her so close to him that she almost has her nose in the light tunic he's wearing.

The officer approaches and unlocks the handcuffs with a chuckle in response to what Helios tells him. Both men's tones are relaxed, even if Justine detects a hint of tension in the mage's. He tightens his grip as soon as the cuffs drop and she bites her lip to keep from letting out a sound of pain.

He's going to punish her. He's going to kill her. No one cares. The militiaman has seen her reaction to the demigod's entrance. It's not the reaction of a runaway child, but that of a girl terrified for her life. He sends her back to her nightmare without the slightest hint of guilt. How much were they paid to ignore their duty ?

Helios turns to her :

-If you behave even a little less than perfectly on the way home, I'll kill everyone involved and make you regret it. Is that clear ?

It takes her a moment to find the words, long enough for him to press his fingers into her flesh, causing her to yelp in pain.

-Is that clear ?

-Yes ! Yes ! I'm sorry ! the girl adds hastily, desperate to find the answer that will make him release the pressure.

His grip loosens as a fresh wave of tears wells up in her eyes.

Instead, he takes her hand and slips the militiaman a few more coins before leaving.

Justine keeps her eyes lowered to her feet until they reaches the carriage, crossing the building without attracting more than a glance from soldiers too busy to notice her distress, unless they actively choose to ignore her.

Helios pulls her up beside him, not in front of him. He still doesn't loosen his grip on her hand either, though it's more cautious than the one on his arm. She doesn't dare try to free herself, afraid of the outburst of violence this might provoke.

The first few minutes of the trip are spent in stony silence. Justine is unable to completely stop her hiccups, let alone the uncontrollable trembling that runs through her. Her quiet cries are the only sound in the cabin.

Then Helios lets out a long sigh and slumps back against the seat. He stays like that for a minute, then turns to consider the absolutely terrified child beside him. Her scruffy hair hides her face, and he leans over to clear it a little. Justine lets out a loud sob at the touch. Her eyes are closed and she tenses in anticipation of a violent gesture.

He doesn't hit her, just looks at her intently.

-I warned you.

She cowers a little.

-I told you I trusted you to behave. I told you that you didn't stand a chance and that you'd be punished if you tried to run away.

-I'm sorry, murmurs the child, almost too low for his superior hearing to pick it up.

Oh, Justine's a smart kid. Unlike some, she rarely hesitates to tell him what he wants to hear to ensure her safety. Unfortunately, he's no fool. She also doesn’t hesitate to try to flee when the opportunity presents itself, and now she has to face the consequences. Learning that their actions have consequences and setting limits is essential in the development of a well-balanced child and in their relationship with the people who take care of them.

-If you must know, the arresting officer didn't even recognize you until he got his hands on you. Normally, they don't bother bringing a thief to the barracks for such a small amount of food, so it's lucky he remembered your face.

She got captured for stolen food ? Is she going back to that hellhole because she couldn't get that potato galette quietly enough ?

The idea nearly sends her into a fit of hysterical laughter, which immediately dies in her throat as Helios leans towards her.

-Every member of the militia knows what you look like. They all know who to contact if you end up in one of their barracks.

The demigod is an imposing, menacing presence hovering over her.

-You never had a chance to escape, a velvet voice breathes softly in her ear.

-I've told you this before, but it seems you learn better from practice than from theory.

Helios straightens up so abruptly that the movement makes her flinch again. The grip on her hand tightens briefly.

-Well, I guess you weren't ready for this level of freedom. It looks like we'll have to give up the outdoors for a while. And of course, probably some extra homework, since you're so full of energy.

And Justine should be relieved that these are her only punishments (if she doesn't count the throbbing pain in her upper arm, which is already starting to bruise), but it's not just access to the outdoors that she's lost. All the fragile freedom she'd gained by dint of obedience has just vanished in the space of a failed test. Almost two months of delicate construction crumbled before her eyes.

-Clearly, the trust between us is more fragile than I thought, comments Helios. A little closeness can only do us good.

His thumb has begun to gently rub Justine's palm in what could be a comforting gesture.

-I can't wait.

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"Because law is the lowest moral standard for a person. If a person labels oneself as law-abiding, it is totally possible that this person is trash. "

Do I want a slow burn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers?

Here are my favorite tropes!! Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic. Take it or leave it. Tried to leave the spicy ones out.

Who did this to you? (Top-tier)

Grumpy/sunshine (almost top-tier)

Enemies to Lovers (yes, yes, yes)

Forced proximity (getting a lil spicy)

Power imbalance (mm..)

Bully Romance (.. no comment)

Second chance (at the bottom for sure)

i want to fuck a professor so bad. i’m not sure i’ve ever told, but i’ve had multiple male professors look at me with “fuck me” eyes. a lot of lingering stares at my thighs and chest. and even a professor helping a ta attempt to “get with me.” so i know i can make this a reality before i graduate, since it’s taken 9 months to realize this…

like damn, i could have totally been their slut right now. like i could be manipulated hard enough to be an in house toy. god, do i want that….

Boss bends Busty Secretary over Copy-machine

Pairing(s) James Potter x Female!Reader

Warnings RAPE/NON-CON, dark themes, loss of virginity, p in v, public sex, cheating, bondage, rough sex, slapping, no condom, creampie, non-con breading, mention of pregnancy, swearing. let me know if I missed anything please!

Read at your own risk!

Working at Prongs & Padfoot Law Firm was truly a dream come true. After graduating law school and receiving no job invitations you were devastated but your friends had cheered you up and convinced you to apply anyway. A few weeks later you received a call back from one of the best law firms in England, there was one problem though, the position was for a secretary not a lawyer. After another round of depression your friends convinced you that any job at a law firm was better than no job at a law firm and being a secretary could help you gain experience.

You had been working at the law firm for 3 months now and things were coming along nicely. Your boss, Sirius Black, was fair and considerate. He was an amazing lawyer who cared deeply for the victims and worked hard to make perpetrators pay. Your coworkers were all hardworking and dedicated and helped you out with any questions you may have.

Today the office was buzzing with nerves. James Potter, the other boss, was arriving back to the office after going on his honeymoon with his beautiful wife, Lily. James Potter was a legend in the courtroom. He could pry secrets out of a corpse with his wit and charm. You had admired him for so long and he was the reason you had chosen to study law in the first place. You just hoped nothing embarrassing happened.

You were alone in the copy room making copies of yesterday’s meeting notes to give to Mr. Black when the door to the copy room slammed open and the shut. You jumped in surprise as you turned to look at the door. Panting, with his back pressed against the door was a man you’d recognize anywhere, James Potter. His eyes were closed as he caught his breath, his dark curls stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his whole body moved as his lungs weezed tiredly.

“Mr. Potter? Are you alright?” You asked, taking a hesitant step towards him, he looked ready to pass out which was odd considering how athletic he was.

James Potter’s eyes snapped open at your voice. He immediately straightened himself out, “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here. I just needed a moment.”

“No, no. Don’t apologize. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Mr. Black’s new secretary.” You smiled up at him happily. He was just as great as you imagined, much more handsome than his pictures too.

James tried so hard to listen he really did, but his body felt like a sauna. He had just gotten back from a three month fuck-fest in Bora Bora were he had not cum once. Sweet Lily tried everything. She let him fuck her cunt, asshole, mouth, tits, they had sex outside, inside, in the pool, in the ocean, she even slid underneath the table during dinner and sucked his cock like a porn star, nothing worked. Their sex life before marriage was amazing and full of cum but now James couldn’t cum no matter how much they tried.

“Mr. Potter? Are you sure you’re okay? You look really red.” Your soothing voice engulfed James’ senses. You were peering up at him with wide worried eyes and you were so beautiful. Your lips were red and James wondered if you tasted like cherries or strawberries. Your outfit was modest, with a pencil skirt that fell to your knees and a blouse buttoned all the way to the top, fit with a tie and everything. You were perfect, James needed to have you.

He pushed himself forward, grasping your shoulders roughly and pressing his mouth hungrily against yours. You were caught off guard and had no time to fight as James manhandled you on top of the copy machine with your back pressed painfully against the surface. His lips continued their assault on yours as you desperately tried to twist your mouth away from his. James pulled away from you with squelch sound.

“Mr. Potter! Please! What are you doing?!” You were incredibly confused and shocked about the events occurring.

James answered you with a harsh slap across your face, you cried out in pain and he slapped you again. He untied your tie and wrapped it around your mouth, creating a makeshift gag. He then took his own tie off and quickly tied your wrists together. You looked so pretty with mascara running down your face and body twisting trying to find an escape, James was going to have so much fun with you, he would not stop until he came.

James made quick work of unbuttoning your blouse and lifting up your bra. Your boobs were so soft and big, your nipples instantly perked up at the cold office environment. James grasped them and groped them the way Lily liked, rolling your hard nipples in between his fingers. You soft mewls were muffled but James could tell you liked it by the way your thighs rubbed together.

James continued exploring your body with his hands, dragging them downward, past your thighs until he reached the end of your skirt. He pushed your skirt up until all the fabric was bunched at your waist. You shook your head desperately, muffled ‘no’s’ and sobs leaving your lips. James payed no mind to you as he forced you legs apart and pulled your underwear down your legs. There would be time for teasing and eating you out later right now James needed to be inside you.

James ran a thick finger down your pussy, rubbing your engorged clitoris and teasing the entrance to your vagina. You were so wet James was certain he didn’t even need to prep you, but he was larger than average so he decided it was best to do it anyways. James teased your entrance a bit more before gently pushing his middle finger into your hole. Before he could get far he was stopped by a barrier he only felt once before. You were a virgin, your hymen was still in place. Fuck prep James needed to be inside you now.

“Fuck. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin, sweet thing. Fuck I can’t wait to feel you.”

You wept silently as James quickly unbuttoned his trousers and brought his cock out. You nearly fainted at the sight. He was big, bigger than you had ever seen on porn or in your imagination. You whimpered at the thought that that thing would be inside of you.

“Don’t be scared, love, I’ll be gentle.”

James was anything but gentle as he pushed his cock inside of you mercilessly. He continued pushing even when your walls tried to push him out and your pained sobs grew louder. James could not register anything except the feeling of his cock entering your body. You were tighter than any woman he had ever been inside (and it was quite a few). James was balls deep inside of you when he felt it. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and his balls convulsed painfully as he let go of 3 months worth of semen and sperm into your uterus.

“Fuck, I knew you were the one.” James groaned as he rode out his orgasm and rubbed your clit as a reward.

Once his orgasm died down James began to thrust into you, he was gentle but he picked up the pace as you began to move your hips to his rhythm.

“See, baby, I knew you would enjoy this. Good girl, that’s it, move your hips just like that.” Your mind was blank as pleasure overwhelmed your entire being. James’ cock stretched you deliciously. The drag of his cock against your inner walls was like nothing you had ever felt before. The pain and fear was long forgotten.

James was in heaven. After the ordeal with Lily he thought he would never find pleasure in sex again but just one thrust into your virgin cunt had him cumming and drooling at the mouth. James bent his body over yours to look you in the eye. He unwrapped the makeshift gag and kissed you passionately. From this moment forward, you were his.

“Cum for me, my love.” James held on to you as the head of his cock pushed against your cervix and once again filled your uterus with his sperm. Your legs shook and your back arched as you felt a powerful orgasm run across your body.

You and James laid there, trying to catch your breath and process what had just happened. After a while James lifted his body off of yours and carefully took his cock out of your body. You whimpered at the empty feeling and James gently shushed you with a kiss. Using his index and middle finger he softly fingered runaway cum back into your overstimulated vagina. It wasn’t James’ intention to baby trap you but he prayed to any god listening that you weren’t on birth control.