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You had told Aone about one of your most.. intense fantasies some time ago already. To be completely honest, he did not look like he was thrilled about it. But then again, that was just his regular expression. You assured him that you didn’t have to try it if he didn’t want to - it was just something you thought about from time to time. And he did take his time to think about it. At some point you almost believed he had already forgotten about it. That was until his text popped up on your phone screen.
‘I want to try your fantasy tonight.‘
For minute, you just stared at the message, not knowing what to reply. Was he sure? Were you sure?
It wasn’t like you two hadn’t discussed it. You had talked about it in surprising detail, considering the fact that you didn’t even know if you were going to try it out at all. And you wanted to. You had told him about how you wanted him to come into your shared apartment, the apartment where you were waiting for your boyfriend, all innocent and patient. You wanted to be surprised by a burglar. You wanted to look at him and be.. scared. Thrilled. You wanted the rush of having a big, strong man walk into your apartment, stalking towards you like a predator towards his prey, taking you in whichever way he wants to.
It was a tad extreme, you knew that. You knew you were asking for a lot. Pretending not to know each other. Pretending to have him break into the apartment, pretending to be someone else. Pretending not to want him to fuck your brains out. Having him “force“ you to take whatever he gave you. Having him dominate you so absolutely. It was scary, dangerous even, if taken too far. Still, you wanted it. You wanted it so badly. You wanted him to walk into the room, grab you, turn you around and have his way with you, no matter what you did, no matter what you said. You just wanted him to manhandle you, strip you of all your power and all your will and just take you. You. Wanted. It. Him.
But to try it now? So suddenly? It was like he had all this time to think about it, plan it while you were not even thinking about it at all. He had all the cards in his hands, all the power, while you had nothing.
It was thrilling.
‘I‘ll be waiting on the couch,‘ you replied, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn‘t wait for Aone to get home.
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You sat on the couch, all nice and pretty, dressed in only a thin top and shorts (you had already gotten rid of your panties). The show on the tv was just background noise at this point. All you could think about was how he would touch you when he got home. How he would look at you, talk to you. Fuck you. Your shorts were already soaking wet in anticipation. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, you could hear his key rattling in the door.
It was like the world stopped for a moment. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t see or hear or smell him. You could just wait for him. Wait for what he would do with you. To you.
His steps seemed to shake the whole house, heavy body moving forward confidently. They halted right in front of the door to the living room you were sitting in. Then, as if he just took a second to collect himself, slip into his new role, he pushed open the door. His eyes found yours immediately, pupils blown wide with lust, full of determination. He seemed even bigger than usual, making your body back up on his own as if to make room for him.
You didn‘t know what to do exactly. Aone was the first person you had ever confessed this fantasy to. This was as new to you as it was to him. Maybe you should help ease you both into the roleplay a bit.
“Who are you?“ you whispered into the room filled by your heavy breathing and the low voices on tv.
Aone did not react at all, as if he hadn‘t even heard what you just said. His feet brought him right up to the couch. In one swift motion, he leaned down, grabbing your arm harsher than he ever had before. Almost instantly he manhandled you into the position he wanted you to be in.
“W-Wait!“ You yelped helplessly as your chest fell over the armrest of the couch, your hips resting on it, perfectly presenting your ass to Aone.
You could feel the cushion under your knees dip down as your boyfriend's huge body settled onto it, his knees behind you as his hands immediately landed your hips, holding you down with an iron grip.
“Wet already?“ His voice was so loud, so different from how he usually spoke to you.
His calloused palm found your pussy through your shorts and he pressed hard against the wet spot you had created through the thin material.
“N-No!!“ The high pitch in your voice was like music to his ears.
Despite how you denied that you enjoyed this, your body betrayed you. It moved on its own, hips rubbing against his huge hand. But before you could sneak any more friction for yourself his hand pressed back against you, giving you a harsh push, pinning you back down onto the couch. He used the power he normally reserved only for work and for volleyball. Never did he use it around you, much less on you. But you wanted it, right? And whatever his little princess wanted, he would give it to her.
“Yes.“ He seemed to be rather talkative today. “You want this.“
His other hand moved to grab the back of your neck, almost completely immobilizing you. His fingers pressed into the sides of your neck, only his index finger extending towards the base of your skull, a silent command not to turn around or move around too much. Meanwhile, he had all the liberty in the world. The hand in between your legs kept up the unrelenting pressure on your cute little cunt, all his for the taking. Slowly, very slowly he started moving it in circles, spreading your juices all over his palm. You were so wet. Did this excite you so much? Perhaps he should have tried this earlier.
Your breathing was starting to get more labored, bordering on full out moans at this point. Aone's hand moved to spread your ass cheeks apart, giving it a squeeze. It earned him a small whine from you though you tried to hide it by biting your lip - unsuccessfully.
The slap onto your ass knocked the air out of your lungs, catching you completely off-guard and jolting your entire body forward. Would it not have been for Aone's grip on your neck you might have fallen off the edge of the couch.
"Every time that you try to hide your moans-" His voice was suddenly right next to your ear "-I'll punish you."
You could only swallow, focusing on the way his fingers squeezed a bit tighter around your neck to underline his words. He could do whatever he wanted to you, you had known this for a while now. It was hard to miss how monstrously big your boyfriend was, and you were always aware of the strength disparity between you two. And yet, you had never understood it. Because Aone was always, always careful with you. Always touching you so gently, placing featherlight kisses on your body. Even when you two had a rather rough session, he would still hold back.
No more. Not today, not now. You were always babbling on and on about how big he was, how his cock filled you so good, how his body pressed you so nicely into the mattress, how you loved how hard he could fuck you. Well, you wanted it rough? He would give it to you rough.
"I want to hear what a slut you are," he spat out.
His words made blood rush straight to your core. He was right, you were a desperate little slut for whatever he wanted to do to you. It was embarrassing, really. Hopefully he would be even meaner to you.
Just as you started thinking about all the things you wished he would do to you the hand that was pressing into your pussy mere seconds ago suddenly grabbed the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in one swift motion. The cold air hitting your wet folds made you shiver and the way you were now exposed to the man behind you made you whimper once again. The chuckle that rumbled through his chest at the sight of you sounded almost foreign to him, like he really was someone else.
He took his time running his calloused hand over the skin on your ass, roughly pushing his thumb into your pussy, spreading you open. Aone wanted to SEE you spread open for him, see you clench around nothing. And he enjoyed the reaction he got from you. Moans, ragged breathing, your body falling forward, arms no longer able to support you. And Aone let you fall, removing his hand from your neck, instead using it to push your shirt up, exposing the delicious length of your back to him. No panties, no bra.. you really were trying to drive him crazy.
Carefully, he leaned down, his thumb still buried deep in your sloppy cunt, massaging your walls, his palm placed skillfully on your clit. His broad chest hovered right above your back, barely touching you.
"You alright, y/n?" It was barely a whisper.
It was still your kind boyfriend behind you, always worrying about you. Even if he was a little mean to you.
"Yeah 'nobu, 'm fine."
Aone only grunted in response, already slipping back into his role. He curled his thumb inside you, using it to pull your hips back into his. His back straightened out to help his hips push his growing erection into you. The friction only lasted for a second though as he quickly pukled back so he could push his other thumb into you. Just two of his fingers were enough to stretch you out already. His thumbs moved in sync, pulling in opposite directions every time he pulled them back. It almost felt like he was trying to tear your hole open even more. He was invading your body in the most delicious of ways, pain and pleasure blurring together under his touch.
The sounds you let out bordered on yells now, a mix between moans and screams, you could barely stop yourself from covering your mouth with your hand. Surely a neighbour would hear you soon (or already had). It was so much, he spread you open so far so quickly you could already feel your brain beginning to melt away. But still, his thumbs didn't reach as far as you wanted them to, his thrusts were only shallow, as if he meant to tease you.
As quickly as he fucked you with his fingers he tired of it again, pulling completely out of you in one swift motion. A string of your slick still connected you to him as you panted beneath him like a dog, desperately trying to catch your breath. But Aone gave you no time to recover, instead he grabbed your bunched up shirt and heaved your whole body up. Your bare back was pressed against his clothed chest and you were manhandled into his lap like you were nothing but a little rag doll to him. In no time and you became painfully aware of just how exposed you were, your shorts were still on your thighs but your ass and pussy were all free for the taking. Your back was already naked and in just a second, so was your chest as he tore the shirt cometely off of you.
"Wait, please-"
Your hands tried getting a hold of his wrists but he just slapped them away, his hands immediately coming up to abuse your chest.
"Please!"
You were really starting to struggle against him now, your hands were flying everywhere, your body trying to worm itself out of his grasp. It was all futile though, all you ended up doing was rubbing yourself against his hard cock, smearing your juices everywhere and stimulating your neglected clit in the process. Aone did not let you do as you pleased for long though, one of his big hands skillfully caught both your wrists, he used his grip on you to push against your sternum and lock you in place. He gave you a warning growl, a sign to stop struggling or he would punish you again.
His free hand continued its assault on your chest, fondling the soft flesh of your boobs, pinching and twisting your nipples until they were hard and puffy. Construction work was a tough job and it had left it's marks on Aone's body. His muscles were subtle, but always there, always noticeable, shifting under a comfortable layer of fat. His hands were calloused and rough, always giving you just the right amount of friction whenever he touched you. Today, he wouldn't stop until he could see how red the spots were that he touched.
The pads of his fingers teased the hot flesh around your nipples, pinching it between his thumb and his index finger. He pulled on your nipple until you were pushing out your chest just to try and get some relief. Aone almost took pity on you, yet he still had to give it a small, teasing twist before releasing it from his grasp. Just to go and repeat the same abuse on the other one, switching from one to the other over and over again. Aone only stopped when he saw a single tear drop roll down your cheek.
Instead of teasing your nipples his hand laid flat on your tummy now, almost as if he was trying to calm you down. The other one gently released your wrists to come up and wipe the tear off your face. It almost scared him how heat rushed down to his groin when he saw how fucked out you already were, how you cried because of him. It scared him how much he wanted to make you cry more.
He let you even out your breaths before he continued teasing you. Now that he was done with your chest, he wanted to go back to your pussy, which was practically begging for him. His touch wandered from your tummy down inbetween your legs, spreading your folds to make room for his fingers. Goosebumps formed under his touch, your whole body waking up after the brief pause he granted you.
"Please, stop.."
His ministrations had already exhausted you and your half-hearted attempt at stopping his hand did not deter him in the slightest. Your shorts were quickly pushed down even further as Aone pushed them past your knees.
"Off." His command was quiet, low.
"No, please -"
Weakly, you tried to peel his hands off the small piece of fabric. However, your resistance did not last long as Aone pinched and pulled on your left nipple harder than ever, making you cry out in pain, it almost felt like he was trying to tear it off before he released it again.
"Take it off." The hand in between your legs found your clit despite how you tried to clench your thighs together. "Or this-" Two of his fingers slid over it, giving you a warning, gentle squeeze, "-is next."
"Please, please!" You could feel new tears starting to prickle at the corner of your eyes. "I'll take it off," you whispered. "I'll take it off."
Dumbly, you leaned forward and with shaky hands you peeled the shorts off your legs, tossing them to the side. All you could do now was obey his commands. He could do whatever he wanted to you.
"My good girl," Aone said and as a reward he started circling your clit, first gently but then quickly getting rougher and rougher.
"I'm not.. yours," you moaned out.
Your head lolled uselessly against his shoulder. You could barely think now and it took everything in you to not accidentally BEG him to fuck you. You could hear how wet you were, the lewd sound of his fingers smearing your juices over you were impossible to shut out. It didn't matter how many times you told him that you didn't want this, he just kept going, kept making you feel good. It was perfect. He was perfect.
Without any resistance he shoved two of his fingers into you, immediately starting to scissor them inside of you, harshly curling against your g-spot. At this point you were no longer aware of how much you were moaning and whining, you were no longer able to even form complete sentences. Your whole body was shaking with pleasure, tears were rolling down your facw as the stimulation quickly became too much. And when he shoved a third finger into your already overstuffed pussy all you were capable of doing was clawing at his wrist. The marks you left on him were barely visible but he was hyper-aware of how you scratched him. He wanted you to struggle more, hurt him more.
"Your body wants this." His voice rumbled through his chest, moving your body in sync with his.
"No!" This had very quickly become Aone's favorite word to come out of your mouth.
As you tried to prove him wrong you gathered what little strength you had left to try and use it against the giant holding you in place to assault you. You started pushing at his arms, hitting his biceps with weak fists, crying more and more. It only seemed to spur him on more as he used his other hand to keep stimulating your clit. He didn‘t even have to use one of his arms to stop you from fighting back. There was nothing you could do anyway. The fingers inside of you were keeping up an almost brutal pace while the pads of his fingers on your clit were surprisingly gentle and slow, the contrast was driving you crazy.
The sudden approach of your orgasm hit you like a train. Surely Aone had already noticed, he knew the signs better than you did yourself. Embarrassment started creeping up your spine as you realized you were about to cum against your will for the first time. You tried holding it off, you really did. You wanted to make this a challenge for Aone and he seemed to conquer it perfectly. No matter how much you kept struggling, the pressure on your weak spots did not cease and the knot in your stomach quickly came undone.
You came with your head thrown back, your nails digging into Aone's forearms, every muscle in your body tense and shaking, your mouth fell open in a silent moan. It remained open even after you came as you kept trying to even out your breathing again.
You didn't even realize just how wide open your mouth was until a hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing your head to turn with your mouth still open. The drop of spit that suddenly landed on your tongue was something you would have never seen coming, not in a million years. But you had no time to be surprised by it as it was immediately pushed further down your throat by a big tongue that forced itself in between your teeth. And again, he gave you no time to think about that at all.
The next second you found yourself pushed down onto the floor in front of your couch. Your knees and hands were set down clumsily but surprisingly gentle and you were pushed down to lay flat on the floor. You tried getting up for a second before the giant man that had been torturing you this whole time caged you in. One hand laid flat in between your shoulder blades, pressing you firmly against the floor, the other one supporting his huge body as he got down as well, he planted it right next to your head. His body settled right on top of yours with his full weight. There was no way you were getting out of this, no matter how hard you tried.
"Cute," Aone murmured into your ear.
His palm rubbed over your shoulders, your waist, all the way down to your ass. The way that he rubbed against you, the way that he compmetely immobilized you made you feel like prey trapped under a predator with no way to escape. There was nothing you could do as he gripped your hip to pull you flush against him. His own hips pressed against you, the friction from his pants against your raw cunt was almost painful. Aone was relentless in his assault, making your whole body move up and down with each thrust he gave you.
When you heard his belt unbuckle you truly felt like you were in the grasp of a predator, your fight or flight instinct kicked in. You never seemed to learn. No matter how many times he proved to you how much stronger he was than you, you tried fighting him off again and again. It did not work before and it would not work now.
With one hand, he pulled his cock out of his pants. Slapping it onto your ass, he bucked his hips a couple of times, grunting into your ear in the process. He could not wait to be buried in your cunt. Every second he got more and more excited, like a child that was reaching for a cookie jar.
The heat from his member was almost concerning. He was pulsing against you, his whole length stretched across your ass cheek. His size never failed to impress you. A whispered moan slipped past your lips as you shuddered in anticipation. Every time the two of you had sex it was a bit of a struggle to fit him inside of you. And now, you had no idea what to expect. He was usually so gentle when coaxing himself inside. But today?
He leaned back and sat up on his knees which were planted outside your thighs, keeping them together. The hand that was gripping his cock tilted your hips up. You were, again, completely exposed for him and slowly, he rubbed himself against your. Tip to base, back to tip, torturously slow.
"It's too big!" You whined as you felt his entire length moving against your most sensitive spot. "You.. you'll ruin me."
"Yes," he breathed out.
His eyes were fixated on your pussy where he slapped the red, angry tip of his cock against it. When he saw how you clenched in anticipation he could feel himself pulsating in his hand again. He wanted to ruin you so bad.
"Please, just-" You tried scooting away from him "-just don't fuck me." He held your hips in place. "It's too big, it's too big, it's too big." You were really starting to sob now. "You.. You'll ruin me.. for everyone else," you hiccuped. You felt so pathetic. Defeated.
"Yes." He eased the fat tip into you. "Mine."
Aone angled his hips in just the right way, bullying the gummy spot inside of you. He moved back and forth, fucking part of his length in and out of you again and again and again and again. His eyes were completely fixated on the spot where his body ended and yours began. He wanted to mold you to fit his cock and his only. No matter hiw tight you were, he was going to make it fit. He was going to make room for himself inside of you. A spot made just for him.
The moment his hips finally met yours he was immediately pulling back again. The pace he set was almost brutal, he hammered his cock into you, bullying the tip against your cervix. He filled you out so completely, he only had to be inside of you to press against your weak spots.
The tv was completely forgotten at this point. It wasn't like either of you would be able to hear it anyway. You were moaning, whining and panting like a bitch in heat. Like a slut. That's all that you were, after all. Just a little slut, a tight little hole for Aone to use as his personal little fuck toy. He could do with you as he liked, and he did.
His thrust had your entire body moved back and forth on the floor. The grip he had on you was merely holding your hips up but not in place anymore, he actually used it to move you around even more. He pushed you away as he pulled out only to pull you back into him. With every passing second, every movement of his cock, every deep thrust, you could feel your brain turning into mush more and more. Tears wet your cheeks and the floor under you, a couple slipped past your lips and into your open mouth. Constant moans slipped out of you.
Aone saw your mouth wide open again and took the opportunity. He had always been fascinated with your mouth, the way it looked, the way it felt. Without even thinking about it he hooked two fingers into your mouth, easily sliding them past your teeth. The digits invaded your mouth instantly and made their way deeper and deeper into you until you started to gag around them. Only then did he pull them back again, hooking them into the side of your mouth and lifting your face off the floor.
"You were made for this," he whispered against your wet cheek.
At this point you were covered in drool and tears, you tried shaking your head no but the way his fingers were still placed in your mouth made it impossible to do anything but lay there and take it.
Finally, Aone took pity on you. You had been a drooling, panting, moaning mess ever since he had gotten his hands on you. It was time for you to get a reward. He released your mouth and let your face go slack again as it hit the floor with wet smack. His now free hand wormed underneath you to tease your sensitive bud. This seemed to bring back a part of your brain that his cock had managed to turn off completely and finally, you spoke actual words again.
"Wait, wait!" Your eyes were wide open in realization. "Don't- please-" He wanted to make you cum. Again.
"I don't-" A hiccup escaped you "want-" another one "to cum. Please-" a sob this time "don't.. don't make me cum on your cock."
The way that you were begging brought a smile onto Aone's lips. Crying and begging, just for him.
"Feels good, hm?" He rubbed against the bundle of nerves in just the way he knew you liked.
"No!" You were yelling like an upset child now, not even bothering to try and hold back any tears. "I don't want your cock!"
"Not?!" The shout he let out almost sounded supernatural, like it really was a giant or a God fucking above you.
If you were so insistent on lying about wanting his cock inside of you, he would just have to torture the information out of you. Within seconds you were on your back, still trying to collect your limbs around you and get them in place when Aone took that task from you. He spread your legs obscenely wide and positioned himself in between them so there was no way you could close them again. Then, a hand caught your wrists yet again and pinned them to your torso. There was no way you were getting out of this one.
You heard the slap before you felt it. Firm but not brutal. Still, his palm connected with your pussy with enough power to make you cry out in pain and another fat tear rolled down your cheek. You already felt so raw from the way his fingers had fucked you, immediately followed by his monstrous cock. Now, his palm slapped against your abused cunt for the second time. The action earned him more and more tears as you, only barely coherent, begged for him to stop.
"Don't want my cock?" He leaned down so you could hear his low voice better. "What about this then?" Another slap.
"No, no!" You looked at him with big, scared, tear-filled eyes.
The next slap was the harshest one yet. You could practically feel the gears in your head stop working as all you could think about was the burning feeling in your pussy.
"You want my cock?"
He stilled his hand for a moment and waited for your response. But the hushed little uh-huh you were barely even able to muster up was not nearly enough for him. He released your wrists, his hand came up to grip your hair, pulling your head up and tilting it back suddenly so you were forced to look at him the entire time. His other hand fondled your cunt, not letting you forget about what he was about to do to you while soothing the pain just a little bit.
"What was that?"
"Want.. cock.." You really could not say any more. This was already more than you thought you could do. You were completely spent. You didn't even know where you would take the energy from to cum.
He released your hair and set your head back down. "Good."
Your hips were immediately tilted upwards to give him the best angle to fuck you raw. In the way he fucked into you you could telling he was chasing his own orgasm, no longer only thinking about how he made you feel. Still, he made sure to fuck into your g-spot and bully your cervix with every thrust. He wanted you to cum before him.
His hips rubbed his happy trail against your clit, turning you into a completely mindless, moaning mess under him. Every move his body made, every sensation you felt started to blur together. You could no longer telling apart the pain of overstimulation from the pleasure of being fucked. You were no longer able to form a single coherent thought, your mind was completely filled by the way you were being stuffed full. The entire world seemed to shrink down to the spot between your thighs. Sweat was starting to drip down your forehead. Breathing started to get harder as did Aone's grip on you. Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore one hand left your hip to fondle your clit for just a second. That's all it took to make your world come crashing down on you, for your vision to go white, for your orgasm to take over.
Aone fucked you through your orgasm, his fingers only ceased their movements when he felt your body go slack. You couldn't tell how long he kept moving after that, using your body to get off. His own, personal little ona hole.
He slightly adjusted his angle to stop rubbing against all your sensitive spots (but still made sure to reach your cervix with every deep thrust). All you could do when you felt his hot seed spill into you was give a small yelp, hands reaching for his biceps. If you were trying to pull him in closer or push him away, you yourself could not even tell.
Finally, he collapsed on top of you. His weight made it hard to breathe but you were not going to complain about that. You could feel his hot breath against your tear-stained cheek. His cum was starting to spill out of you and down your thighs, your ass. Aone could not be bothered to pull out of you until he had calmed down, pulling back his torso and slipping out of you at the same time, he gave you a concerned look. YOUR Aone was back, asking if you were okay.
" 'm fine, 'nobu," you mumbled with a weak smile on your face.
Gently, he kissed your forehead. God, he was so in love with you.
You could already feel the exhaustion starting to take over, your eyelids were starting to drop.
"Rest." Aone gathered you up in his arms, ready to take you to bed or the bathtub. Either way, you knew that he would be there to take care of you and all of your needs.