Note: In February 2025, in the days immediately prior to my partner and I having the "I like you" conversation and exchanging e-mails to see where things went, we were flirting pretty heavily - things really began accelerating once he made innuendo and I restrained myself from saying what I wanted to say because I didn't want to come off like a total creeper with the X-rated response, and told him I was trying to be a gentleman, and he said "I was hoping to make you break." Something flipped the switch in my brain and I lost any pretense of propriety and proceeded to make some extremely hornt-up art geared very obviously at him hoping he would get the message [he did].
The following is the first sexual fantasy I had of him, right after his "I was hoping to make you break" comment, when I was pretty sure my crush was mutual and I finally allowed my mind to go there after fearing rejection.
"I was trying to be a gentleman, dammit."
"I was hoping to make you break."
I bite my lip and the words just come out of me before I can think better of it. "Then make me break... Daddy."
You respond to that with a growl, and then you slam me up against the wall, kissing me fiercely - kissing me like you're starving for it just as badly as I am. I moan and reach out to touch you... and you grab my wrists, pinning my arms to the wall beneath your grip, your body moving closer against mine.
We kiss again and again, my wrists locked in your hands. I'm already starting to tremble, wanting you so fucking bad...
...and you start kissing my neck. One of my biggest weak spots. Kissing, licking, sucking on it. I can hear myself moaning like a bitch, breathing harder, trying to find the right words to beg you, to confess how much I want this, need this. How much I've been aching for this, trying not to feel this way but I feel drawn to you, pulled in almost like a force of nature, something bigger than myself --
You bite my neck, hard enough to draw a little blood. I cry out, almost coming untouched as the shock of pleasure-pain hits me like a lightning bolt. "Mine," you snarl, and lick at the blood before sharing the metallic tang with me in another kiss.
"Yours," I hear myself say, surprised by how husky my voice is, the desire and longing obvious. Then I whisper your name, a plea, a prayer. "Andy..."
Your eyes meet mine, and I understand how deer must feel when hunted by wolves. A shiver goes down my spine. "Yes?"
"Please..." I can't even make the words, my head is spinning, especially when you start licking my neck again, kissing it. I make a feral noise and you laugh softly as if that pleases you.
"Please, what?" You're nibbling on my neck, kissing and nibbling your way up. Your hands loosen their grip on my wrists just a little - I feel a slight pang of reluctance at that, even though I know my wrists will be sore later - and our eyes lock again. You let go of one wrist and stroke my cheek; I lean into your touch, melting. "What do you want, pet?"
"You." Now I'm the one kissing you, throwing my caution to the wind when I know you want this too. I find those words. "Fuck me. Now."
You don't hesitate for a second. You kiss me back and then you're tugging my clothes off, and I'm fumbling with yours, as fast as I can, feeling like my life depends on getting your cock inside me. Once I see it, thick and proudly standing at attention - already leaking precum - my breath hitches and I give a small moan of appreciation.
You're kissing my neck again, and your fingers start playing with me as I run my hands over your body, your chest, your stomach, your arms, your back, your ass, enjoying how solid and masculine you feel. Your fingers rub at my big, hard clit, and you grunt like the size surprises you a little, before you bite my shoulder. You slip a finger inside me, one then two, and it's your turn to moan as you feel how absolutely drenched I am. "Already so wet, slut."
I almost come - not offended, but electrified. That's exactly what I am in this moment, craving your cock like a drug. "Wet for you."
You kiss me again, passionately. I want to drop to my knees and worship your cock but you have other plans - the head of your cock rub against my clit, like two cocks frotting together. I cry out, shuddering - once again almost coming - and you groan with pleasure. Your cock teases my cock as we kiss and our hands play over each other, until I'm a quivering, whimpering wreck, my knees ready to buckle.
Suddenly you pick me up - you're so fucking strong - and my back is firmly against the wall again; I lock my legs and thighs around your waist, tilt my hips, and you thrust into me. My nails dig into your back and I bare my throat to you as I throw my head back and moan; you're almost too big, so fucking thick, but I'm so fucking wet and wanting you. I take it, you stretch me, filling me so full, and our mouths crush together again.
"Andy," is all I manage to get out before you're railing me, claiming me with every thrust, every kiss, and I'm hanging onto you for dear life, holding you with all of me, clawing up your back, hearing myself make inhuman noises between kisses.
We're both so worked up it doesn't take long for us to get to that edge, both of us shaking, moaning together, breath in gasps, the squishing sound of my wet boycunt as loud as we are. You press your forehead against mine, the two of us breathing each other's breath - a tender moment in the midst of our rough, nasty fuck - and I choke out your name again. "Andy." Then, "Daddy. Oh fuck, Daddy, I need to come. Please, Daddy, please, Andy, fucking please..."
You grin at me like a wolf and growl. "Break for me."
I lose it, my nails raking your back as I howl with pleasure, coming hard. You feel me contracting, clenching around your cock, and you come too, biting my neck again and growling. "Mine. You're mine."
"Yes, Daddy." I tremble as my cunt throbs again, and I sigh as the euphoria spirals through me.
"Good boy." You gently put me down on the floor and then hold me close - we lean against each other, still shaking, and you rock me a little, as tender as you were fierce. "My good, good boy."
I love hearing that - almost as much as I love feeling your cum dripping out of me, down my thighs. Almost as much as I love it when you're down on your knees, looking up at me before you start eating your own cum out of me, devouring me hungrily, getting me to that edge again, completely helpless under your power... pleasured like nobody else has before.
I break again, calling out your name. Knowing you own me now, knowing I'm probably already in too deep, but it's the best high of my life.
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