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I AM GOING FERAL! I NEED MORE!! PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME THERE IS GOING TO BE MORE! 😳🥺

Big Talk

Human! Montgomery x Rockstar! Reader

In which an up-and-coming singer meets a hotshot bassist with a knack for flirting. Was it the work of fate? Or the work of their friends who thought they might hit it off?

CW: Bar ambience/alcohol, some horny thoughts, and a little grinding on the dance floor

It was a Saturday night, the scent of summer in the air, and the scent of sweat and beer in the club. You sat next to one of your friends up at the bar, nursing an overly sweetened drink as your other two friends danced with the other summertime partygoers. It had been a long week (or a long few months if you were honest), and your closest buddies convinced you to go out with them to “let loose” and “have some fun.” You agreed you needed a break, but a bar wouldn’t have been your first choice. Being an “up-and-coming rockstar” as you called yourself meant the bar scene was familiar to you, since you had spent many weekends playing long nights at local joints. Going to a bar almost felt like going to work, but then again you loved performing, so its not like work was a bad thing. That’s why you decided to shake off said feeling, put on your hottest outfit, and go have a good time.

“Oh, Freddy, I’ve been meaning to ask you, did you ever find a new bassist? I know you guys have been looking around ever since Bonnie decided to hang up his guitar,” you questioned your friend as you took a sip of your drink. The man hummed as he looked over at you from the neighboring barstool, also taking a sip of his drink before responding. Freddy was a musician as well, along with your other two friends, Chica and Roxy, who were his bandmates. As a matter of fact, you had met them all through the local music scene. You would have loved to be in their band (it was a lot more popular than yours), and Freddy had offered you a spot before, but you were determined to be a frontman and unfortunately, that spot was already taken by Freddy himself. So, you decided to just continue on your own.

“Actually, funny you mention that. We just picked up a new guy a couple months ago,” the brunette smiled.

“Really? How’s that going?” You leaned your back against the bar, turning just in time to see Roxy and Chica returning from the dance floor.

“He’s… quite a performer,” Freddy chuckled somewhat sheepishly. You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, are you talking about the new guy?” Roxy sneered, inserting herself into the conversation. “He’s such a riot, a real rockstar.”

“Huh,” you mused, watching as the wild-haired girl threw back a shot, her tatted hand slamming the glass back onto the counter afterwards. A real rockstar, huh?

There was a brief silence, and then Freddy cleared his throat. “You know, I actually think I saw him here just a minute ago, maybe we should say hi.” He seemed to shoot Chica a look, and at first the girl just stared at him dumbfoundedly, but then she let out a sharp little gasp and began fervently looking around the room.

“There he is! Hey!!” she shouted, waving her heavily accessorized arm in the air. You craned your neck trying to see who she was calling, but you couldn’t see anyone responding from the sweaty mass of dancing bodies in front of you.

But then he emerged.

He seemed to part the crowd like the red sea, swaggering towards your little group as if he owned the place. It was a mystery how you hadn’t noticed him sooner, he was all but massive. From 20 feet away you found yourself captivated by his loud attire and flashy red faux hawk, and as he got closer you became entranced by even minute details like the cocky smirk on his face, and the slight sheen of sweat built up from partying that made his muscular arms seem to glisten. You barely had time to wipe the utterly stupid look off your face before he was upon you.

“Hey, what are you kids doing here? I would have thought its past your bedtime,” the man teased, slinging an arm around Freddy’s shoulders. His voice was deep and raspy, and the sound of it scratched an itch in your brain that you didn’t even know you had. You sensed you had a stupid look on your face again, and lightly shook your head as a means to snap yourself out of it.

That was when he looked at you.

With his free hand, he reached up and pulled down his gaudy star-shaped sunglasses just enough to reveal his dark eyes that seemed to glow red from the lighting in the bar. He made direct eye contact with you, eyes half-lidded, before looking you up and down. You felt yourself heat up as his gaze trailed along your figure, and you tried to nonchalantly look in another direction. After all, that tended to be your first instinct in situations like these: act disinterested no matter how incredibly interested you were. Were you overcompensating a little? Yes. Could you think of anything better to do in that moment? Absolutely not.

Without taking his eyes off you, the man leaned towards Freddy a little before saying, “This your partner, Spazbear?”

You raised your eyebrows, allowing yourself to look at the bassist once again. His gaze was lazy, yet somehow you could feel it piercing through you. You swallowed thickly, hoping he couldn’t sense your nerves.

“No, we’re just good friends,” Freddy responded with a calm smile, ignoring the nickname. The redhead finally looked away from you just to shoot Freddy a short sideways glance before pushing his sunglasses back up over his eyes. Behind the glasses his gaze shifted back to you, and his face stretched into a crooked grin that made your heart beat wildly inside your chest.

“Did I happen to catch your name, sweet thing?” he drawled. You tried to keep your composure, but you felt yourself jump a little the second he dropped a pet name, and you immediately wanted to punch yourself in the face for it.

‘Come on (Y/N), you’re a rockstar, you’re better than this! Be cool or something!’

In the blink of an eye you composed yourself again, straightening your posture a little and giving the man a lazy half-lidded gaze that reflected his own.

“I don’t think you did.” You tilted your head. “Are you asking for it?”

‘That was so cool.’

Your flirtatious tone didn’t go unnoticed. Chica giggled quietly behind you as the bassist raised his eyebrows, finally removing his arm from Freddy just so he could pull his glasses down his nose again.

He snickered a little. “I guess I am.”

“Its (Y/N),” you stated, and you held your hand out for him to shake.

“Glad to meet ya, (Y/N).” Your name rolled off his tongue, which then protruded from his mouth for a second as he licked his lips like he was trying to savor the feeling. Then, he grabbed your outstretched hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles, giving you a playful wink as he did so. You were taken by surprise, but you managed to uphold your cool demeanor despite going crazy on the inside. If you were a machine, you would be overheating, malfunctioning, blowing a fuze, sparking up and catching fire and ultimately exploding- a complete system overload.

“Say, sugar, why don’t you come dance with me?” He inquired, still holding onto your hand. You watched as he ran his tongue along his teeth after his statement, and it made you feel a bit lightheaded. You didn’t say anything in response (you weren’t sure you were able to speak), you simply stood up from your seat and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor without another thought.

As you got pulled away, your friends all shot each other knowing glances, and shared some coy laughter.

“I knew they’d get along, but I didn’t know they’d get along that well,” Roxy snickered, throwing back another shot.

“We didn’t even have to tell them this was a set up! They did the work all by themselves!” Chica tittered. The three of them continued laughing amongst themselves, admiring their matchmaking.

Meanwhile, the hot bassist had led you into the crowd of drunk dancers, keeping a tight grip on your hand so you didn’t get separated. Once he found a spot he was satisfied with, he didn’t hesitate to pull you into him and firmly grab your hip. Internally you were screaming your head off, but your body had seemingly gone into autopilot. Without thinking, you gingerly placed your hands on his well built chest, allowing him to guide you as you swayed your hips to the rock music blasting through the room. In that moment, you could feel your nerves start to dissipate. Maybe it was because you started getting lost in the music, or maybe it was just something about him. Something about the way he was holding onto you, something about that crooked grin on his face as he checked you out, something about the electric shock you seemed to feel every time his hips bumped into yours. Whatever it was, you were grateful for it.

“Did I happen to catch your name?” you inquired with a playful smirk. The redhead let out a deep chuckle, then took your hand and pushed you away only to spin you back into him. Now your back was flush against his chest, and he placed his hands back onto your hips.

“I don’t think you did.” He put his lips right next to your ear. “Are you asking for it?”

‘I am so asking for it.’

“I guess I am,” you declared, once again swaying your hips with the music, and he moved along with you.

“Its Montgomery, but you can call me Monty, sweetheart,” he answered. Hearing his raspy voice right in your ear like that was doing things to both your mind and body, but you tried not to show it.

“Glad to meet ya, Monty,” you uttered in a sultry tone, just like he had not 10 minutes earlier. At the sound of you saying his name, you felt him dig his fingertips into your hips a little, and he pulled your body even closer to his (if that was at all possible). There was no words spoken for a while as you both just moved together, hips grinding against each other just enough just to get riled up but not enough to provide any relief. Your whole body felt hot, and at that point you couldn’t tell if it was from Monty’s advances or from all the other people dancing around you.

Eventually, he turned you around to be facing him again, which you took as a que to start up some sort of conversation.

“Freddy said you’re their new bassist. How’s that going?” you questioned. You were curious after all, you didn’t initially think they’d be able to replace Bonnie since he was such close friends with Freddy, but as great performers say, the show must go on.

“I could do without some of Freddy’s sappy love songs, but otherwise its not half bad.” He cracked that lopsided grin again, and you couldn’t help but chuckle along.

“So you prefer heavier stuff then?”

“Harder stuff is more up my alley, but I’d rather play his shitty 80s hair metal than play nothing at all.”

“Makes sense, Roxy described you as ‘a real rockstar.’”

Monty laughed as he twirled you around. “That I am.”

“What about you, sweetheart? What do you do?” He inquired, pulling your hips flush against his again.

‘You, hopefully’

You allowed your hands to rest on his chest again like you had before, but that time you snaked one up by his neck, causing him to subconsciously lean further towards you.

“I’m actually a rockstar myself, a frontman. I sing heavier stuff than Freddy does,” you exclaimed with a boastful smirk.

“Is that so?” Monty snickered. “Big talk from a cute thing like you.”

You scoffed. “Are you saying you don’t believe me?”

He let out another one of those low, raspy chuckles as he slid one of his hands up to your mid back, suddenly pushing you right up against him. There was no longer any space between your bodies, and you could feel his breath lightly fan over your lips. His sunglasses had slid down his nose on their own volition, and you swore you could count his dark eyelashes if you wanted to. You didn’t realize that you had moved your hand further up, tangling your fingers in the locks of scarlet hair by the base of his neck, you were too focused on the way he tightened his grasp on your hip, and the feeling of his muscular body wrapped around yours.

“I guess you’ll just have to prove it to me, rockstar.”

And with that, he began to close the gap between your lips and his. Part of you desperately wanted to indulge in that moment, to feel his lips on yours, to feel how close he could pull your body to his, to see where it might lead. However, just as his lips brushed against yours, you got a sudden, flirtatiously evil urge.

You pulled away from him.

Monty’s eyes shot open as he felt you slip from his grasp, your lingering hands gently dragging down his chest before you were completely separated. He blinked furiously, trying to compute what had gone wrong to cause that turn of events. You simply looked at him with a smug smile. The confidence you had built up on the dance floor put you in the mood to be a tease, so you decided to mess around with him a little.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to come to my next show, see for yourself.” You shrugged and shot the man a wink before turning on your heel and walking back to the bar, giggling lightly to yourself at the flabbergasted look on his face from being left high and dry right at the climax of your time together. At first, Monty couldn’t bring himself to move from the spot he stood as he just watched you slip away. There was a hollowness inside him as he stood alone on the dance floor, feeling as if he had somehow been robbed. He acted cool, but you had been driving him wild since the moment he saw you, and he had gotten so excruciatingly close to the next base, only to suddenly be left empty handed. The man laughed somewhat incredulously, running a hand through his spiky hair.

“So this one’s gonna play hardball,” he muttered to himself, grinning at the challenge. With that, he immediately started pushing his way through the crowd in the direction you had left. He found his way back to where his bandmates were stationed, but the barstool you had sat on before was empty.

“Did they leave?!” He exclaimed, beginning to frantically search the room with his eyes for any trace of you. Freddy chuckled at the bassist’s actions.

“You just missed them,” he stated with a sympathetic pat on Monty’s shoulder. The redhead groaned. How could you have gotten away so quickly?

“Damn, you are whipped, man,” Roxy snorted.

Chica teasingly pointed up at his face. “You’re even all flushed!”

“Shut up,” he grumbled in embarrassment, pushing his sunglasses up his nose with a huff.

“Oh, but before they left they said to give you this,” Freddy spoke, holding up a slip of paper for Monty to grab. He snatched it eagerly and examined the words scribbled on the note.

“Next saturday, 8:00 @ the pub on 4th st.

“See you in the crowd, rockstar”

Monty just chuckled, your sly invitation lighting a fire inside him. He was already anticipating seeing you again, and a week felt like too long to wait, but if you were gonna play games, he was gonna play along.

And so the chase began.

#fanfics that drop my jaw more than the sight of freddy cock

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glamrockfanfiction · 2 years

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i just read muzzled and oh my LAWD 😳😳😳😳 THAT WAS SO GOOD! PLZ KEEP WRITING, UR SO GOOD

!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I was very nervous about that fic, but all of this hype and love from the community has just made me so excited to continue writing for y'all 💕

I can't wait to show you all my next works!

#this is such a sweet ask #this was a wonderful way to wake up ngl #teddy answers

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glamrockfanfiction · 2 years

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Freddy: Have you ever seen Monty smitten with someone it’s hilarious. He’s like- “Look at them they’re amazing. I must have them in my life - - They are my day. They are my night: they are my flower I must prove my love to them to have them … forever. So with all my heart and with all my soul and with all my might. I shall throw this rock at them. And as the blood trickles down their temple; they will know the depths of my affection. If they survive we will be wed. Go! Find your mark my little pebble.”

*edited with g/n pronouns

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glamrockfanfiction · 2 years

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Masterlist

Glamrock Freddy

Challenge (AFAB!GN)

Sick!Reader HC (He/him)

Montgomery Gator

Muzzled (AFAB!GN)

Sick!Reader HC (He/him)

Chica

Sick!Reader HC (He/him)

Roxanne Wolf

Sick!Reader HC (He/him)

Sundrop

Security Guard!Reader HC (GN)

Moondrop

Security Guard!Reader HC (GN)

#masterlist

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glamrockfanfiction · 2 years

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Can you do security guard reader headcanons with sundrop/moondrop?

A/N: Here you go! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!

Pronouns: None! Gender neutral

Warnings: a few swears

Sundrop:

When you had started working there Sundrop was very interested in you, to say the least

It had been years since a human, other than Vanessa of course, had worked at the Pizzaplex - let alone had gotten hired, and Sun had only been a couple years or so into commission when all security was human.

And you were just walking around, wearing the same uniform as Vanessa, holding a flashlight in one hand and a radio in the other, reporting back and forth with Vanessa as you walked just outside of the playground.

He had been a bit nervous at first, simply because of his experiences with Vanessa, but when you eventually found your way into the playground,

Well

Sundrop has never really been one for hiding - not like his counterpart. And his confusion and nerves never stopped him from greeting people.

He had, effectively, scared you so hard you threw your flashlight at him midway through replying to Vanessa

She was laughing, you were cursing her in your own head for not telling you about this apparently normal Sundrop behaviour

After you had calmed down of course, you ended up realizing that he really wasn’t as scary

He was actually a really sweet guy? Even when he was chatting a mile a second to you as you made your way through the playground, only able to get a few replies in here or there, he still listens when you speaks - like, wholly, listens. And replies with care and thought

If a little explosively excited

The next few times were easier, and the times after that?

Let’s just say you ended up actually becoming friends with him

And it wasn’t long before you actually started liking him more than as just a friend

You end up finding yourself looking forwards to visiting the daycare, to share in a bit of his warmth and happiness

And you get the feeling that he feels the same, though he is awkward and fumbling and seems just a tad more shy about it than you do

Which is saying something because you’re, like, having to process the fact that you’re crushing on an animatronic??

Yeah, put that in your new years bingo

But you two end up getting super close, and eventually you get over yourself and just, like, spill it to him

And he’s shocked at first but ends up just bouncing around and talking even faster, and he is just like

“What!? REALLY!? THAT’S SO AMAZING! I REEAAALLY LIKE YOU TOO! YOU’RE SMART AND NICE AND KIND AND PRETTY!!”

Be prepared

He doesn’t need to stop for breaths. He just needs to get all his feelings out there in one rush and you’re just standing here processing the dump of love and appreciation

You two are super tight after that, and you end up spending a bit longer than Vanessa would like in the playground hanging out with him. Simply just talking about your days or messing around and having fun (whatever that means for you both)

He also really likes telling you stories, and if you ever end up telling him one yourself or showing him a Disney movie? He would be so ecstatic

He can’t really help out with your work, saying as he is stuck at the daycare, but he absolutely keeps even more of an eye out on the playground

And when you eventually come in he is just like; heres a list of everything, where everything is, what was not in its usual place. He’s a lot more thorough than you would actually imagine?

But for you he would do anything <3

Even if that means doing something as boring as analyzing each stack of toys or where they are (something you’ve told him really isn’t important for you job, but that you thank him for anyways. Hey, he tries, and its the thought that counts!)

All in all he is a huge way of sunshine, if a bit eccentric, and he is always so happy to see you when you make your way to his area

Moondrop:

Oh my… this one takes a while.

Like, he knows you. He shares the same databanks and cloud as Sundrop, and he knows that Sundrop really likes you, but he is just ???

Why?? They’re a human. We see hundreds in a week, what’s so special about this one?

Yeah.

He is an introvert okay?

So for a bit you never really see him. You only really hear about him through Vanessa or through the pictures on the walls, and of course the stories of angry parents of terrified children

And at first you’re pretty okay with that!

You’re an adult, yeah,

But he sounds downright terrifying

So you don’t mind that you never meet him at first, and that he keeps out of your way when the lights in the building shut down (though, you always have a sneaking suspicion something is watching you)

But eventually you curiosity gets the better of you, and Moondrop is eventually driven crazy by Sundrops increased fascination with you

So you end up just calling out to him at lights out and he, after from deliberation, comes down from the corner of the ceiling from the shadows (yeah… that was a terrifying first impression)

And honestly?

I mean, he’s just standing there. Head tilted and analyzing you, and while his unblinking stare is a tad unnerving, he doesn’t seem threatening

At least, he doesn’t seem like a threat to you

And you end up just talking to him, asking him questions and commenting to the both of you as you check each room

And he shockingly just… stays with you? Walking or floating around and giving small comments here and there

He prefers listening, admittedly

But only with you

Everyone else shut the hell up.

Don’t talk

Go the fuck to bed

But with you??

He tries to reason with himself that it’s because his counterpart is absolutely in love with you

But he also just thinks he likes you himself

And thats weird.

Weird because, by the time it gets close to ‘lights on’ every time he meets with you, and he has to head back to the daycare, he is actually… saddened about it?

Like, he really wants to just be in your presence

And you have to admit there is something about him that you find just… so calming?

Maybe everyone has just got him wrong

Because he does seem like such a sweetheart himself, he just also seems like he’s dry and blunt and not really one for beating around the bush.

And just as much as you like Sundrop and his explosive personality, you eventually find yourself enjoying the calm, collected, organized thoughts and mannerisms of Moondrop

It doesn’t take long for you to eventually find yourself liking him, and he, much to his chagrin, is just like “... fuck… this human is actually interesting.”

But you know that and he knows that, if there is one thing the two opposites have in common

It’s the fact that neither of them are going to be the first to confess

So you summon up the courage (and hope to the deities that you aren’t just seeing something that isn’t there) and admit how you feel

He is super silent for a while, to the point where you feel like you had just deeply offended him? And he is staring at you, completely still

But eventually he just nods and is like “I love you.”

Ahaha- what? Love?

And he isn’t embarrassed or awkward, because he knows how he feels, and it’s only fair for him to admit that

Suffice to say you get a lot closer to him, just as you did with Sundrop

And the times you spend with him (either when you “accidentally” cause a power cut of the daycare, or when it’s actually ‘lights out’) you hold very precious

And just like Sundrop you find out he has a deep appreciation for stories, and absolutely adores gothic and old fantasy children's stories (yes, the ones that don’t end great for the protag)

You two are very close, just as close as you are with Sundrop

And the times you spend with the both of them are something you’ll always hold near and dear to your heart

They’re your boys!

#fnaf x reader #sundrop and moondrop #sundrop #moondrop #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #sundrop headcannons #moondrop headcanons #fnaf #my fics

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glamrockfanfiction · 2 years

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So I totally get where the whole "Monty would never sub" thing came from. He's strong and aggressive and angry and arrogant, and that's just skimming the surface-

But like, personally I like to believe it's because, his whole life, so many decisions have been made for him. He didn't get to choose his life, his role in the band (and he replaced a dearly loved member, something I just don't think he'd be into, he prefers having his own place. Making his own place. Not being a replacement for another), and everything he's done has been dictated, other than the few precious hours at night time when he's alone.

He is angry. Angry and frustrated and lonely, and has no control.

So when he ends up having sex, for him it's like one small moment where he can have control. When he doesn't have to be child friendly or overly nice, when he can tell instead of be told. So, yeah, he absolutely loves being the dominant one. And that's definitely super present with FWB or at the beginning of relationships. He likes taking control and calling the shots (all in a consensual and safe way of course). But that isn't an always circumstance.

If he is in a relationship with someone, where he knows them and trusts them, where he can let go in a way that goes with exactly who he is as a person, and it's because he chose it? He is absolutely willing. It's just about him having a choice in the matter. Not being submissive because that's what the boss's up top demand, not being submissive because if he isn't he'll literally be killed, but because he trust you, and wants to be - for you.

And that's, like, a HUGE thing with being submissive. HUGE!! You wouldn't just let someone take complete control unless you trusted them. And that goes doubly for people who have been stripped of options or decisions for a long time. Being submissive in that environment is about trust and respect, about knowing how both communicate and being able to do so. To know where each other stand and know each others limits.

And that's why I think, yes, Monty would be comfortable being submissive with someone he trusted and loved. Absolutely. He just needs to know that, should he change his mind at any time, he can regain the control he gave, and that it will be given to him without a second thought

SO, hope yall enjoyed my insight into this character I'm maaaybe analyzing a little too much. I just really love him, okay!!

And just wait until I get into Roxy (who is a bit less willing to sub... like... uh... once in a blue moon... it's a fic coming up... y'all are gonna love it)

#fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #montgomery gator x reader #glamrock monty x reader #glamrock monty #fnaf #fnaf security breach #montgomery gator #teddy talks

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glamrockfanfiction · 2 years

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Woke up today to 200 followers... I Am In Shock? Thank y'all for enjoying my fics and joining my little blog!

This is so crazy but I'm so excited about it! Thank you!!

#teddy talks

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glamrockfanfiction · 2 years

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Ok ok, I know the whole "Monty is a aggressive egotistical gator with anger issues so that makes him a dom" but imagine ✨sub Monty✨ the type of sub that overestimate themselves just because they know how people think of them only to be a pussy drunk idiot who can't even answer simple questions.

A/N: I... my dears this is so fucking long. Like... 7000 words long. I... I don't write smut ever, and than I come out and write two in a week, one of which is the size of a novelette. I hope you all enjoy this, because I absolutely loved writing it. Also, uh, if you want to know what I think Monty's dick looks like, Bad Dragon's Orochi (medium or large). AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! I hope this is what you wanted!

Reader: AFAB Gender Neutral!

Warnings: dom reader, incorrect usage of a belt (muzzle, whip), teasing, swearing, blow jobs and hand jobs, PinV sex, no protection (keep it safe, keep it clean! even with robots!), monster cock, belly bulge

It was almost pitch-black in Monty’s room. The giant window blacked out with thick curtains and glass that had been thoroughly tinted, and the only ounce of light was from the small green lamps stationed by his desk. The sounds outside gave a complete contrast to the room. People talking and laughing, photos being snapped and the sounds of skidding feet on polished floors, all of which still leaked into the room and past the sound muffling of thick glass and walls.

It was still day time in the Pizzaplex, and still at the height of the busy day, but for some reason that just fuelled the energy the floated between Monty and yourself, a spark of excitement at the risk and need to stay as quiet as possible.

His hands, cold metal and rounded nails gave you a couple firm squeezes from where you sat on top of him, but your eyes narrowed down at his at even the tiniest hint of him trying to guide. You had already made it well and truly clear who was going to be in-charge, and you would keep it that way. That, you had promised the both of you.

“You better be a good boy.” You warned, hands splayed on his chest and nails slightly scratching the laid metal as they went down his abdomen, and slowly crawled back up. It was a simple tease, but with so much weight behind it, and you both knew that - understood how much this specific moment contrasted every other that was before it.

Monty’s eyes narrowed at that, and a low growl emanated from his chest and through steal, and you had to take a deep breath as it traveled down to between your legs, which had been so tightly pressed against him. His eyes were shining with a mixture of amusement and dark desire, and his hands gave an almost threatening squeeze as he kept your eyes.

You should have known that he wouldn’t play nice. A man who had been dominant for nearly every single fuck he’s had, who has always thrived on the control and power, was now laying below you, fighting everything in him that you knew was telling him to pin you down and fuck you into the couch. It was almost sweet, actually. That he had been fighting it for this long, letting you run your hands up his body slowly, teasingly, letting you brush kisses against his upper chest and underneath his jaw. He had fought to keep his composer, of course, always being the cocky, arrogant man that he is, but you were going to get rid of that soon enough.

“Do you think you can do that? Be good?” You prodded him, a slow crawling grin spreading across your face as his hands tightened with an edge of pain. He pushed you down into his crotch with a slow grind, and kept you there, putting the perfect amount of pressure on your core that had your breath hitching.

“You better not let this get to your head, sweetheart.” He warned, a soft huff leaving his snout as he gestured to your body. “Keep pushing and I’ll show you who’s really in charge.”

You actually laughed at that. Head lifted and hand coming to almost daintily cover your grinning lips as you shook your head.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you taunted. “You try getting the upper hand and I’ll just walk right out those doors. It’s a very busy day, and I bet I have got a ton of tasks that need doing.”

The growl he let out was even louder this time.

“You wanna test me?” He sat up at that, or at least tried to. Your hands planted themselves more firmly on his chest and shoved him back down, eyes narrowing and smile gone as you leaned over him.

Your nose gently brushed against the tip of his snout, eyes staying firmly on his as you slid your hands down and wrapped them around his wrists. You kept them there for a moment, letting the thick air settle around you both as you waited for him to make another move. There was a threat in your eyes now, you could practically feel it yourself, and you kept his gaze long enough to cement it within his mind as well. He might have the strength, but you had the winning cards, and you would leave if he made any trouble. You could see that in his eyes now. That understanding that had your core twisting in excited delight.

“Baby, whether you’re made of steel or not, I’ve got the power right now.” You rose your face a bit further away from his, though you were still hovering of him. “I’ll make you feel good, but only if you stop being a brat.” You gently kissed his snout now, down the sides, to his cheek, than slowly back up. Your tongue darted out once you got to the top again, running tauntingly across his long teeth before settling back to a sitting position. “You got that?”

The question hung in the air for a few agonizingly long seconds, and your thumbs brushed against his hands before he let out a sound so reminiscent of a long, deep exhale. He relaxed after a moment, settled into the impossible soft couch, and a grin spread across his face as his thumbs brushed across your clothed hips.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard once your finished.” He promised that, you could tell. And the mere thought sent a needing ache through your body as you hummed.

You leaned back down at that, close to where his ear was as you cupped his face. “Oh, honey, not before I fuck you so good you can’t think.”

Oh that look on his face when you settled back. Eyes gleaming with dark arousal and excitement, mixing with that previous mirth as his nails playfully dug into your sides. My, you both were going to be having fun tonight. You could practically feel the competitiveness in the air, oozing off of the both of you, leaving to both of you covered in thick and heady lust.

“Well?” He asked after a moment, a giant grin spreading on his face as he stared into your eyes. “Are you all words, or are you actually going to make due on your promise?”

You glared at him at that. “You keep talking back and the only thing you’re going to be getting is my hands at best.”

Monty, much to your amusement, actually looked shocked at that. He’d never heard you speak to him like that, and you could see it actually left him speechless for a moment. Jaw slightly dropped and eyes wide.

“Hands. Up.” You ordered. Voice steely as you tapped both wrists.

It took him a few seconds, a slight hesitation, before he lifted them up to lay beside his head. They were both clenching and unclenching, and you gave him a small, encouraging smile. “Good boy.”

You moved down than, sliding your hips to rest on the tops of his thighs, before unbuckling his pants and opening them. He lifted his hips without you needing to say anything, and you slowly pulled them down as you stood up and took them to the bottom of his feet. You kept them there, a twist coiling in your core at the slight amount of restraint it had over him.

Your eyes moved up his thighs, noting how absolutely sinful it was that they had been molded to emulate thick cords of muscle, and eventually settled on his crotch. There was a plate between them, closed and hiding what you didn’t know you so desperately needed in this moment until this point.

“Common,” You beckoned. “Don’t be shy, show me what you’ve got hiding.”

“Always the cock hungry one, aren’t you.” He teased. You looked up at him at that. Staring into his eyes as you heard the plate open. You didn’t look down for a moment though, only kept his eyes as you slowly, oh so slowly, unbuttoned your top.

“Did I say you could talk to me like that?” You questioned, emphasizing the words with the pops of your buttons. “Actually… I don’t remember allowing you to talk period.” Your shirt was now completely open, chest covering the last thing over your abdomen as you moved to remove your belt. A thought rose in your mind as you slowly took the thick leather out of your pants hoops, and you titled your head with a soft hum at the beautifully evil thought.

“Maybe…” You started just as the belt was off and laying in one hand. “I should find a way to keep it closed, if you can’t keep your thoughts to yourself. What do you think?”

“Oh..- fuck.” He groaned at that, much to your surprise. Deep and rumbling and absolutely thick with need. His eyes closed for a moment, hands clenched tightly as he tried to regain any ounce of composure before he looked back at you. He didn’t say anything though, and a grin spread across your face yet again.

Who would have thought Montgomery was one for being muzzled?

“Oh… Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You asked, head tilted as you took a step towards him.

He opened his mouth a couple times, and you could see he was truly thinking for a moment.

“Yes. Fuck, sweetheart, yes.”

You nearly whimpered at that. Never in your entire time knowing and dating Monty, would you have thought he would let you top him, let alone practically gag him. And not just that, but he was also getting well and truly into it. Body tightened up like a thick metal cord, hands creaking from how tightly they were curled into fists, and his cock, fuck, thick and long and now oozing precum that trailed down the ridges and curves.

You swallowed thickly, collecting yourself for a breath of a moment before you adjust the belt in your hand. Your feet were quiet as you walked up his body, eyes never leaving his as you let the belt drag up his calf, up his thigh, with each set step. You couldn’t help but well and truly appreciate all the wiring they had put into his body to let him feel every ghost of the leather across his body. To give him the opportunity to feel each touch and graze you would torture him with.

You only stopped looking into his eyes when you made it to his hips, looking down and letting a soft moan slip from your lips as you looking at the cock that stood proudly out and erect. You let the belt brush over it, watched the shaft bob as the leather pulled it down and slid off of it. Monty nearly whined at that, though he was quick to cover it up with a groan, eyes closing as his hips lifted. You smiled at that, continuing the motion a couple more times with a bit more pressure as you catch his reactions. Precum stained the belt, leaving light streaks that moved to smudge against his cock as you repeat the action again.

You couldn’t help but give it a few light taps, after you knew he was comfortable with it, and a deep growl rumbled from his body as his head lifted up and a soft fuck left his mouth. His hips lifted towards the touch, towards what must have been such a sweet sting, from the barely covered mewl that left him when you avoided touching him there anymore. Instead you pushed yourself to walk past his cock and dragged the belt up his chest.

You lifted the belt up a bit, and brought it down on on his chest, all the while keeping your eyes on his to see his reaction. His eyes were still tightly closed. A hiss leaving his lips as his hips bucked again, and when he didn’t dissuade you or show any signed of discomfort, you brought it down again with just a bit more strength. He growled at that. Body almost shaking as you repeated the motions of few more times before placing your makeshift whip on his chest.

“Do you like this, sweetness?” You asked, heading tilting with a grin when he eventually opened his eyes and stare into yours.

They already looked heady, a thick fog over his eyes as he watched you bring it down again when he didn’t respond.

“I asked you something.”

“... Yes.” He grunted out, and a look of almost damaged pride grazed his face at that. You tilted you head at that, a small twist of amusement in your stomach as you mocked a confused look.

“Yes… What?”

He growled, eyes narrowing as his let out ragged huffs of air. One of his hands dug into the couch, body shifting with heavy need as stood there and waited.

“You little shit-”

You whipped him again this time harder and enough to have him hissing at the sting. “Manners, Monty.”

He kept his gaze on yours for a second, before he nodded. “Yes, I like it.”

A hum left your lips at that, soft and relaxed as you brushed the leather up and down his chest. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? The only behaviour that is rewarded is good behaviour - if you don’t start fixing your attitude, I can stay like this all night.”

He snorted at that, eyes rolling in a way that had you tilting your head in a warning gesture. He, of course, pushed forwards anyways. And you could see he enjoyed it, playing a cocky brat who won’t get pussy drunk or desperate.

“I don’t think you have that much- fuck!” He growled, sharply cut off with a slap of the belt on his lower stomach, a mere inches from his cock, and his head lifted up, snout emulating the sound of panting and hands clenching yet again.

“Be.” You whipped him again. Keeping your eyes on his face for any sign of pushing to far. “Quiet.” You emphasized the last one with a sharper hit, and Monty growled. Thick and clawed hand desperately grabbing onto the couch arm rest above him, and gripping it so tightly it creaked.

A low growl, deep and coated with pleasure left him as he open his eyes and glared at you. “You wouldn’t want everyone to know that I’m making you my bitch now, would you?”

He didn’t reply to that, eyes staying on your with a look of pure feral need as his hand gripped the armrest even tighter. He was wound up tight, body shifting and hips shaking and raising up as if begging you to touch him.

You smiled at that. “Soon, but you have to be good first, pet.” The pet name was a test, a word spoken with a hidden question that he answered with nearly black eyes and a wordless yes.

You laid the belt back down on his chest. Eyes never leaving his has you slowly popped the button of your pants, and agonizingly pulled down the zipper. His eyes never left yours, not when you slowly pulled your pants down, or when you let the shirt fall from your shoulders. But they did when you pulled off your chest covering, let it drop to the floor and leaving you only in your underwear and standing a mere foot away from him.

He looked utterly destroyed by lust. His free hand curling into a fist and slamming into the cushions as he stared at your body like he was going to consume it. “I don’t think I can be play this game much longer-”

“You can.” You cut him off, taking those two steps towards him and than moving to straddle him, just above his cocks. “I know that you would not be this hard if you weren’t enjoying every minute of this. I’ve got you, baby, let me handle this.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” He tried to cover up his amusement with a warning tone when he said that, but the moment you looked into his eyes you could see the amusement. The shine in his eyes that was sparkling with excitement.

You grinned at that. “I definitely am.”

“You little shit-” The belt was back in your hands, and before he could finish, you were wrapping it tightly around his snout.

“Enough.” You finished tying the belt off, a firm look on your face as you sat back and inspected your handiwork with a spark of satisfaction. “I think I’m done with the banter for now.”

My what a wonderfully sweet view you had. Sitting atop this uncontrollable man, a leather belt wrapped so tightly he couldn’t even twitch his mouth, and, as you moved to sit on his thighs, a cock now oozing like he had already came. Throbbing and standing tall and looking achingly hard and abused and you had barely touched them.

Your hands twitched at that. Fingers practically burning with need to touch him as you scanned his body. Engrained this image into your mind for eternity.

Of course, you needed to tease just a bit more. Just enough to send him into that pit of desperation. Just enough where he would be begging for you to touch him. Soft thighs clenched at that, that ache turning into a burn as you ran your hands up his chest and down to his belly, just above where he wanted you to touch the most.

You kept your fingers just around his lower belly, brushing with ghost touches around the sensitive metal, down the tops of his thighs to the insides, nails grazing just right against his testicles that had him moaning in pleasure.

Soft thighs twitched at the sight, your cunt clenching around nothing and clit throbbing with need, and you had to keep steady breaths to focus on the man laying underneath you. Fuck, you were so turned on, hands moving to tease around his cocks as his eyes started at your movements with hungry and feral eyes.

You ground your hips at that. Leaning towards one thigh and drrragging your cunt around the cold metal, feeling the fabric of your underwear rub against your clit.

You lifted your hips, moved a leg, and sat back down so you were straddling on thigh. The cold sent a shock through your core again, hitting your clit like ice and pushing a desperate little moan from your lips as you pressed yourself firmly down and humped his like.

“Fuck, Monty.” You gasped, eyes staring deep into his and you ground yourself onto his leg. Letting shots of pleasure throb through your aching pearl as you let yourself get lost in the addictive feeling of control and pleasure. Oh you could absolutely see why he loved this so much. Seeing that nearly rage fuelled glare in his eyes as his hands fisted whatever they could to fight what you knew was so akin to a predator drive.

Your hands continued to caress him. Running up his muscled abdomen and back down with sharp and biting nails you almost felt sad wouldn’t leave a mark behind. His hips twitched again, cock bobbing as more precum slid down, and you felt that coil tighten so sharply in your stomach your back arched and head fell back with a barely quieted whine. One of your hands slid down at that point, taking the opportunity to tease him further.

Fingers, almost shyly brushed against his cock. Down the ridges and textures and up towards the head before going back down. Every couple of thrusts you would repeat the motion, before eventually you looked up into his eyes and, without a second beat, wrapped a hand around his thick shaft and moved down to the base. Your hand still struggled to wrap fully around him, finger tips barely meeting as you stroked him in time with your thrusts.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Gods, you were so close. Jagged breaths leaving your body as you pressed your now soaking cunt onto his leg that was now coated from you. And the feeling of his cock in your hand seemed to just fuel the fires. Twisting them and feeding them, helping them reach up and lick into your very soul and pull the sweetest of pleasure out of your body.

And Monty… Monty was going absolutely feral as he watched. Body coiling and begging for release as he heard your muffled whines, watched your hips grind grind grind and soak his thigh. Your hand stroked his shaft so wonderfully, an almost too tight grip that had him growling with pleasure, and nearly cumming than and there.

He was so close. Almost there. Just there- and you stopped. Hand completely letting him go as you sucked in ragged breathes and shook your head. His body nearly recoiled at that, a growl that was almost too loud rumbling out of his as you rose up and stared him down. And the lust induced rage swam in his chest as his hand slammed down and his body burned from the denial.

“No, not yet.” You gasped, thighs almost burning from the constant motion as you splayed your hands on his chest.

“You only get to cum after I do, you understand? Only with me permission.”

Monty’s hand slammed into the armrest at that, leaving a giant indent that only made you smile. You could see the understanding in his eyes, the look of almost regret as you continued grinding against him. He had taught you so well how to hold off from your previous escapades. From when he would keep you on the edge and promise a ruined orgasm if you came before he said so. Those nights had been such wonderful agony, and you couldn’t help the part of you that had wanted to return the favour, in your own way of course. And if that meant using his favourite methods against him? You were absolutely not against that.

You hands, now both of them, wrapped around his cock, and your eyes never left his as you stroked him. Squeezing just right as you kept your hips moving and your pleasure rolling towards you. Hands moved down to the base with a twist and rising up the rub a thumb over the droplets of cum before going back down. And every time he came even close to the edge you stopped. Alternating at random between squeezing him at his base or completely letting go.

You kept him there, kept the both of you there, for so long you had felt like you were going mad from the pleasure, and it was easy to see the Monty felt the same. Rumblings of pleasure and the sweetest moans you’d ever heard from him leaving his muzzled snout, his eyes closed as tightly as they could get, hands making an absolutely wreck of the couch. He looked absolutely, purely, animalistic, and you couldn’t help the ounce of pride that left you at how good he was being for you. Keeping his hands off of you and letting you take the lead, controlling himself just for you.

Of course, that thought was quickly dispelled once you felt his thigh lift up to match your grinding. Helping to put delicious pressure on your clit as you rocked against him. You frowned at that, eyes narrowing as you caught on to his intentions.

It was almost adorable, really. How desperate he was to cum, so much so that he would try to cheat and make you cum faster. And, with much amusement, you let him continue driving you on. Continue to help push you towards the wonderful edge as you let out high and barely muffled whines and moans, deep groans leaving your clenched jaw as you rose your head to the ceiling and felt your back arch with the upcoming release.

Yes, you would let this slide, let him help you fall into pleasure, but you most certainly weren’t going to let him come so soon after this little stunt.

That seemed to be the last push you needed before you were floating through clouds and your brain went thick with static. Your free hand quickly came up to muffle your cries, teeth digging into the heel of your palm as you rolled against his thigh, all the while he continued lifting his leg to match your pace and keep the pressure perfectly right against your throbbing clit as you made a mess of his leg and your underwear.

You hadn’t even realized you had continued to stroke him through your orgasm, eyes shut and body shuddering with frayed energy. It was only after he had let out a near whimper a kind you had never heard from him, that you came back to Earth and opened your eyes to catch his. And fuck, if he didn’t look so fucked out. Panting roughly and body shaking, as his eyes looked into yourself with a ferocious desperation that had sweet little aftershocks rolling through your body, even after you had stopped moving your hips.

“Good boy.” You praised him, giving a soft, blissed out smile as you continued stroking his one cock. “You doing so good for me, pet. Do you think you deserve a treat?” He groaned at that, eyes never once leaving yours. He was still being bratty, not wanting to be completely submissive, but you could see he was so close to giving into you. Hand yet again curling into fist as your hand slowly stroked up with a loose grip.

The only response he gave was a hardened stare, fists creaking from metal as he tried to take one last stand.

A soft, disappointed hum left your throat, and a patronizing frown pulled your lips down as you tutted at his behaviour. You let go of his cock, both hands moving to rest on the tops of your thighs as he let out a near roar at the loss of contact again.

“Hm… maybe you’re not after all…”

He shook his head. Eyes closing and head flopping into the couch again, snout upturned as he struggled to chose between pleasure and pride. He needed you. Needed your hands and your mouth and your cunt and ass, and he needed it all and now. Right now. Right. Now. Or he was going to combust. You could see that. See the struggle and the fight go on for a few more seconds before you decided to see just how willing he was to protect his ego.

“Very well.” Legs moving and body sliding, you slowly went to move off of his lap. Body lifting till there was barely an contact between the two of you, and it was only than he truly understood where you had placed yourself in this moment. His hand, shaking and desperate, bolted towards your wrist as he turned his head to look back at you again. Eyes wide and almost vulnerable as his head shook, a near whine left his throat, eyes begging as you froze over him.

“You gonna work with me on this, baby?” You prodded, head tilted as he gave a shaky nod. “No more playing big tough man?” Monty growled at that, hand tightening around your wrist before your hard glare had his releasing the pressure. He nodded again, and the grin that spread over you face was full of pride and wolfish lust as you leaned forwards and cupped his cheek. “I knew you had it in you, sweetheart.”

You were sitting back down on his lap, hands dancing across his chest as you took him in once last time before your eyes settled on his weeping cock. Your mouth watered again, begging to taste his seed on your tongue, to feel each ridge and pressure of his tip pressing against the back of your throat. You leaned down, moving your hips so you were sitting just above his knees and settling down so your head was level with his hips.

A hand tentatively lifted up and wrapped around his cock, slow pumps with deliberate intention as you meet his eyes with a soft and imploring look, before you poked your tongue out and darted it across the slit of his cock. Your eyes close at that, a soft moan leaving your lips as you ran your tongue down to the base and back up again. Feeling the near boiling heat that stained itself onto your tongue and lips as you moved back to the tip, wrapping your lips tightly around it before slowly sinking down.

Monty looked absolutely breathless as he watched you, red eyes moving between your lips and eyes as you sank back up and rose again. He looked absolutely in heaven, right now. Heavily lidded lustful stares and rumbling moans as his hands fisted anything he could get his hands on, though he actively avoided touching you. You hadn’t given him permission and, for once, he was properly listening. Not sparking any challenge to trying to be obstinate in any way - just enjoying the pleasure you were giving him. And, you realized, you had a inkling that he was thoroughly enjoying giving up his control as this moment.

You kept the pace steady, helping build him up and up, but never actively reaching for his release. You were bringing him back to the edge again with each twirl of your tongue around the head of his cock and against the ridges, sinking down and humming in a way that him crying out and whining. He was so close, feeling your tongue on the underside of his cock, or pressing against the slit on his head had him breathless and catapulting towards release. But with that came a spark of realization, eyes opening as he stared into yours and saw just what you were intending. He fought against the tide, pleasure pulling and twisting in his stomach and his cock, body sparking with energy, and he let out a desperate whine as he tried to fight off what was coming.

And you, you only grinned, watching him struggle to avoid the oncoming orgasm as you dragged him towards release, hand stroking the base where you couldn’t fully reach and thumb pushing against the underside in a way that had him going insane with pleasure.

You stopped just before he was truly at the cliff, shushing him when he nearly sobbed at the loss. As much as you would love to taste him on your tongue as he came, you could practically feel yourself soaking the inside of your thighs with every shift of your hips. You needed him, to feel him inside of you and go have him cum deep in your pussy.

“Shhh, baby boy, I’m gonna make you feel good, don’t you worry.” You soothed him, hand cupping his cheek to get him to look at you. You smiled than, giving him a delicate kiss on his chin before you moved to take off your underwear.

You were shaking with desperation, throwing your underwear somewhere in the room before moving to hover over him. You hand reached down again, wrapping around it and giving it a few more strokes before you directed the head towards your slit. The both of you moaned as his cockhead brushed against your heat, slick getting caught on the head and easily sliding down his shaft. You gasped when his head hit your swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth before moving his cock so the tip pressed against your entrance. You kept him there, staring down at him as you kept him just barely breaching your entrance.

“You ready, sweetness?”

He frantically nodded, a beautiful whimper leaving his lips as you began to slowly sink yourself down on him.

Fuck, he was big. Thick and long and stretching you with a burn, one that mixed with the pleasure of feeling every ridge and texture graze against your silk walls. You whined, head lifting up and eyes shutting tightly as you controlled your breathing and paused in your descent. It didn’t matter how many times you had been stuffed with his dick, you always needed some time to adjust. You could barely even wrap your hands around him without there being a inch of space between them, and he was at least eleven inches long.

You took a few deep breaths, hands steadying themselves on his chest as you rose up slowly and moaned at the sensations, before you sank down again and took another couples of inches. The both of you were practically panting now, bodies shaking from pleasure and minds going blank from desire with each roll of your hips.

Eventually you were fully seated on him, thighs quivering in exertion as you took a few steadying breaths and opened your eyes to look at Monty.

Much to your expectations, he was looking at you. Pupils blown wide and shining with pride, as they always were when you took him so well. He absolutely adored watching you take him, always went feral at the sounds you made as you desperately tried to adjust to his size. You couldn’t help the spark of pride as well, feeling him stuffing you so full and having all but the slight inklings of a sting gone, completely overtaken by desperate need and pleasure.

You rolled your hips, pressing your pelvic bone against his as you kept your eyes connected. There was a energy floating between the two of you. As thick as molasses and as delectable as honey, and that continued to be stoked with each rise and fall of your hips. With each grind that had you crying out as the head of his dick perfectly ground against that spongy part in your hole.

Monty grunted, eyes closing for a second before a muffled sound of words vibrated against the metal. His hands gripped into the couch, eyes looking into yours and begging for what you could tell within a second was the ability to speak.

“Do you want to speak, sweet boy?” You asked, voice high and needy as you sank down on him again. You moaned out, hips shaking as you rose again.

He nodded at that, eyes closing at the sensation of your tight heat, and face completely blissed out as a whine left his throat.

“Do you think you’ve been good enough?”

He pried his eyes open at that, staring into yours with desperate need as you rocked against him with a hard grind. He nodded again, eyes begging you. You smiled at that, eyes gleaming with pride and amusement as you leaned forwards and moved to unwrap the thick belt around his snout.

He gasped once he was release from his confines, a slow groan leaving his chest as he bucked his hips to meet yours. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good, so tight. Fuck, please keep doing that, don’t stop!” He babbled out, eyes closed and head shaking as he ground his hips and matched your pace.

“I’m so proud of you, such an amazing pet- fuck!” You cried out, hands on his shoulders as you sank onto him.

"Monty!!" You whined out, eyes rolling back and head tilted back as you continues to push the both of you towards release. You hand moved down your stomach, fingers sliding through your wet heat and pressing against where you both met. You could feel how tight you were around him, so tight that it felt like a seal was made around him. You fingers moved up again, finding your clit where you rubbed yourself just right.

You were close he could tell. Your stomach clenching and thighs quivering as you rose up and slid back down without giving either of you room to breathe. A cry, almost too loud, left your lips as you sank down for the nth time, a hand coming up to grab your breast and tweak the bud as you quickened the pace.

A desperate growl left him at the absolutely wondrous sight he had before him. You were utterly astonishing. An absolutely masterpiece that, most especially in the position you were in right now, he would keep burned into his memory banks forever. He couldn't handle it anymore. He needed to touch you. To feel you.

Monty moaned out as you sank onto him again, cunt tensing in pleasure as your ground and pressed the head of his cock against your g-spot. "Please let me touch you. Please. Please I need to touch you. Need to lick your tits and play with your pearl, need to kiss you. FUCK! Please baby please." He was rambling again, mind completely frayed of any composer, only desperation and whines and beautiful growls that had you whimpering against him.

You couldn't even say anything, completely shocked at how fucked out he had gotten, how completely pussy drunk he was on you. Heady eyes stared into his as you gave a shaky nod, and before you knew it his hands were on you. One gripping your waist as the other splayed itself against your stomach, and added pressure to the bulge that appeared every time you were fully seated on him. His thumb found your swollen clit within seconds, moving your hand away, and rubbed it so perfectly you couldn't even make a sound. Mouth dropping open, brows creasing, head leaning back again as you both quickened the pace.

Your hands found his shoulders at that point, gripping them as you gave a small tug towards you that he easily understood as you needing him close. He sat up at that. Both of you moaning at the different angle, as the hand on your waist released and his arm wrapped firmly around your body, and hand splaying between your shoulder blades, pressing you tight against cold metal. You nipples hardened and stung at the sharp contrast, and your legs wrapped around his abdomen. His other hand was still between you, rubbing you at just the perfect pressure and pace that had you sobbing into his shoulder as your arms wrapped around him and held him tightly.

His own moans were just as desperate, almost high and whining as he drove himself deeper into you.

You were cumming before you could even properly process it. A freight train of ecstasy that had you crying out and Monty hastily covering you mouth to muffle the cries. Your hips were grinding down as hard as they could, picking up the pace as his bucked into yours at a brutal pace, and just as you clenched tightly around him, Monty was cumming. Back curling and forehead pressing against your chest as he tried desperately to silence his roar. His hot cum filled you, so much that it shot out of your body with each thrust and pooled between your bodies. And fuck if he wasn’t cumming hard and long. Body shaking as he growled and moaned and hands shakily and desperately grabbing onto you, any of you he could to stability.

The two of you stayed like that for a while. Even after you had come down from your highs, you stayed firmly wrapped around each other. Shared breath and pants as you rubbing your hands along his broad shoulders, and cupping the back of his head.

“Fuck baby… you’re something else.” He sounded breathless. Voice thick and almost cloudy as his hands moved to your hips and gave you a few gentle squeezes. You laughed at that, lazy and tired as you shook your head.

“Yeah.. no that was something else wasn’t it?”

He snorted at that, moving his head from your chest to sit up straight and stare down at you with a giant grin that had your heart bursting. “I’d give it a solid five.”

You gasped at that, hand shoving at his shoulder as he let out a shaking laugh. “A five? I would easily say that was a 9.8 at the least.”

“You’ll learn the true top methods eventually, little one-”

“Bullshit!” You cut him off with a laugh. “If I remember you were the one that was whining and and begging ‘please let me touch you please let me-’”

He growled out, eyes narrowing playfully as he gave a quick tickle to your sides that had you squeaking out with shock. “Shut up, shut up, shut up. I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Damn I fucked you that could you actually blacked out?” You grinned as he gave you a warning glare, a laugh tumbling from your lips before you could stop it. He didn’t say anything, only kept his eyes narrowed and a playful frown on his lips as you settled down, hands finding his shoulders as you rubbed your thumbs against the nape of his neck. “So, does that mean I can do this again sometime-”

“Didn’t I tell you to not let this get to your head?”

“Pretty sure that was before I fucked you so hard you actually whined.”

He had finally had enough, another growl erupting from his throat as he, carefully, turned your positions so fast you actually gasped. Cock, still as hard as before, staying buried deep into you. He bared his weight onto you, one forearm resting beside your head, as his other hand coming to cup your cheek firmly. The look he gave you was firm, and so menacing a glare you felt yourself clench around him again. He grinned at that, though the edge behind it was still present.

“And I’m pretty sure that was after I told you I’d fuck you till you were cock dumb.”

You challenged him at that. A slight narrowing of your eyes before you jutted your chin towards him. “You think you can beat what I just did?”

The chuckle he let out was slow and sultry, a low rumble as he tilted your head to the side and leaned down to your throat and ear.

“Oh, sweet thing, I’m going to beat it tenfold.”

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