Free smut Tuesday. CW kinky gay smut

No booboo. I’m serious. This is what beloved friends would call, big dickin fight club. You’ve been warned.

BUT I will put it under a cut just in case. I wrote this yesterday. I haven’t written anything dirty in a minute. I was recommended some erotica to someone and this happened. Generally unedited. ENJOY them feels in your pants babe. Even if you’re not gay….just enjoy pantsfeels.

Hold Me Down

He put his hand around my throat and pulled me close. His breath is hot and tastes like sin on my lips. I was ready for him when he got home, cleaned out and feeling cunty.

“You had to push didn’t you?”

I try to swallow past the pressure of his palm and barely manage it, I wheeze a little bit. I try to say I’m sorry and that I’ll try to do better but I can’t. I just smile at him instead.

He gives me a small but solid shake that rattles my teeth against each other. Intellectually I know I should be afraid, he is far bigger than me, he is stronger than me and he has that look in his eye. I know he wants to hit me, slap me at least.

“I’m sorry baby.”

I manage to croak an apology while I reach between us and cup his half hard cock in the palm of my hand. He drops me as if I’d pinched rather than caressed him, this is beyond the play we’ve done. This is real, there is rage in his eyes and my neck will bear the imprint of his fingers tomorrow.

I am so hard I can feel every tooth in my zipper. Stillness is important right now; a wrong movement could ruin everything. A flutter of my eyelashes could wake up his conscious and he’d go stomping off and I’d be left to jerk off.

We have been dancing around this for years, I push and push until I think he’s there and then his good upbringing brings him up short. His fists flex, I watch him lick his lips and try to take a deep breath. It doesn’t work.

“I keep telling you, asking you not to be like that you fucking bitch.”

When he reaches down and cups the back of my head in his hand and talks that way something inside me breaks open, I want him any way I can have him. I’ll take him in my mouth, my ass, wherever he wants I just need to have him.

His anger brings high color to his cheeks and his fingers dig when they touch me. He moves like a monster, undoing his fly with one hand and grabbing my hair with the other. His teeth are

clenched; the lines of tension creasing his beautiful face make me feel that ache inside.

Using his grip on my hair for leverage he bends my neck back and looks down into my face.

“You going to fuck me or keep talking?”

There is a certain saccharine tone of voice that grates on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard. He winces and starts muttering.

“Fine, want to be like that? Fine. Dirty fucking bitch. Dirty bitch. Fucking bitch.”

His language skills are gone, the whites of his eyes are turning a delicate shade of pink, the rage is boiling under his skin.

Quickly, quicker than I’d anticipated he has me flipped onto my belly. He holds me down with his thighs and reaches under me to yank my pants open, it hurts but not enough. He wrestles my pants and underwear off. He grabs my ass with both hands. He uses my flesh as a handle and moves me into a better position.

As I have told him and every other lover I’ve had sometimes the world is too much for me. My own desires are too loud and confusing. Sometimes, what I need is a serious deep dicking. Hold me down and fuck me until I shut up. Hurt me until the world is gone.

He holds me down with his hips,leaning his body weight until the air is pushed out of me and I start to wheeze. He waits until I whimper and he gets up. He pulls me up with him, my bicep burns under his fingers and I feel dizzy. 

Finally, this is what I need. I shuffle along and he puts me in position with my shirt still on and pants tangled around my ankles, he leaves me long enough to get the lube and for me to hoist myself into position on his big sturdy desk. When he comes back he looks disgusted with me, I spread my legs for him and rock. “Please? Please?”

When he gets close, he looms over me while his lubed fingers pry my ass open. “Why do you make me do this?” The little glint of fear in his eyes as he opens me up makes my cock throb against my belly. “Hurt me.” I know how to undo him, release him from his momentary guilt about what we’re about to do. He slaps me hard enough to make my ears ring, he pulls me off of the desk and turns me around. 

We are beasts in a rut; he bites my back and pulls my hair. He uses my short curls as a leash, holding my head back while he grinds deep inside me until I am almost in tears. In this state of rage fueled lust he can stay hard forever and fuck me until I am nothing. I have no more words. No more little shitty comments to aggravate him, my whole world sinks into darkness, his teeth on the back of my neck, his painful grip on my hip, I can hear myself far away. “Please, please, please.”

When he pushes me away I want to protest but he flips me over and puts my ankle on his shoulder. His teeth are clenched, tendons in his neck are bulging and he looks like a monster, my monster. When I try to touch myself he takes my wrists and holds them so hard my fingers start going numb. I am aloft, adrift and so far outside of myself I never want to go back.

Tomorrow my inner thighs will be black and blue. My neck will bear both the imprints of his wide fingers and the red drag marks of his teeth. His back will be scratched and his cock will be sore. He is madness itself, mercilessly fucking me and watching my eyes glaze over. 

“Happy now you little bitch? You come back here.”

My eyes refocus, I am helpless under the onslaught of his anger. My vision goes black at the edges as he pounds me like a machine. As the first orgasm wrenches my consciousness outside of myself I want to die and die and die forever. When he caresses my cheek with gentle fingers, I want him to fuck me into oblivion. 

He pulls me up until our foreheads are touching, there are tears, his or mine, it doesn’t matter. That close we are shared breath and pain. One of us is sobbing, while he comes he holds me so tight I can’t and don’t want to breath. His big body covers me, his mouth finds mine again and I can taste our tears as he speaks into me, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” This is all I wanted. All I needed. He is my everything and the only one who can make it all okay again. Everything will be okay.

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