Dive Deep into Creativity: Discover, Share, Inspire
[09:33 p.m.] — M. VERSTAPPEN
CONTAINS: afab!reader, dubcon, manipulative!max, slightly toxic, p in v.
Max fumbled with his zipper, going as fast as he possibly could do as you stared at him with wide eyes leaning on the bed, beneath him. “Don’t go back on your word now,” He muttered, finally winning the fight against his jeans slipping out of them, underwear included making his cock spring out. He wastes no time on wrapping his thick fingers around his length, still hovering over you.
“You’re going to let me do it, right schatje?” You nod shyly, blood rushing to your face at the sight of him so exposed. He releases the grip on his cock and uses his hands to spread your legs further, watching your skirt rile up, a peek of your panties coming to view.
“Just the tip, right Maxie?” He hums, pressing his thumb on top of your clothed cunt, feeling the wetness pooled there slowly stroking it and making you jump. He licks his lips as he moves your panties to the side, exposing your sex to him. He aligns himself with your hole, the tip of his cock pressing against it.
“Yes, just the tip.” He presses, your cunt engulfing the head of his cock and he can’t help but laugh, watching your face screw, muffling a whimper with your hand. “Maybe a little more, baby, would you let me?” He coos.
You gulped, not sure if you want any more than what was already happening, but he didn’t let you answer. “You want this, I know you do, right schatje?” You gave in, a tiny nod in response as he didn’t wasted time and thrusted into you, filling your cunt with his thick cock.
The sick grin on his face was nothing new to you.