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babyspiderling · 7 months

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Mine, Oscar x reader

AN: First smut, but god is it filth. Fem!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, degredation, slut, whore, lust, smut, public sex, you name it, it's probably here.

The jukebox blares with some old school country song that sounded vaguely familiar. Maybe one I had heard while flipping through stations or riding in someones old beat up truck in my youth. I spy Oscar pouring beers for the men at the bar. I shoot him a smile as I make an attempt to greet him. I sit at the empty end of the bar, more than happy to wait for now instead of pushing through the men and their smoke scented flannels.

It isn't long before I start to get impatient, drumming my fingers on the lacquered bartop in time with the music filtering through the moderate crowd. Oscars cutting it up with his customers and I start to get antsy. I turn away from the bar, leaning back against it to people watch, take a fleeting interest with the game on the televisions. I feel someone approach before I feel them. Incorrectly, I assume it’s Oscar and a wicked grin blossoms on my face before I turn to face him, only to be met with another face. James. I had seen him around, as you do in a small town. The grocery store, the bank, Oscars bar. I give a polite smile before looking back for Oscar who had conveniently gone to the back of the bar, out of sight.

James scoots closer, and I can smell the whiskey on his tongue. An evil little bug takes hold, one that I know I’ll regret when I can’t walk in the morning but I’ve been missing Oscar like crazy and was willing to do whatever it took to get his attention solely on me. “Hey James.” I greet, turning my attention to him, ignoring the strong scent of alcohol wafting over my face. He invites me to dance just as Oscar re-enters the bar area. I let James pull me onto the dance floor to hold me in his arms and sway to the old country song crooning from the old jukebox that was older than Oscar himself. I pretend to have a good time, like he wasn’t trampling my toes under his every step.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I don’t separate from James, despite hearing the possessive edge in Oscars voice. “Oscar!” I gasp, eyes wide as I’m caught. James grins around alcohol scented breath. “You know you’re not supposed to be here, baby. No more playing hard to get, I’m tired of chasing.” Oscar responds, a small frown blooming between his eyebrows and his jaw set under the stubble that drove me wild, whether I felt it under my fingers, against my lips or overstimulating the sensitive spot between my thighs that made my hips buck uncontrollably. I bite at my lower lip, reflecting on that stubble.

“I just came for the music. Maybe a couple drinks.” I can’t decide if I want to dig myself out of the hole I’ve landed myself in or push more of my boyfriend's buttons and make him jealous. I lick my lips and decide on the second option. He laughs, but is quick to change his expression when he sees my lips, and takes a few steps forward. “It's not just the music you came for, is it? I know what you really want.” I pretend to deny it. “I came to dance. And James here is gonna help me out with that.” I turn to the poor man “Isn’t that right, James?” Oscar grabs my hand and pulls me away from the poor, shocked looking James. Oscar leans in and whispers in my ear, a sweet, little nothing “It’s ok, baby. Those lips are meant for me and me alone. You don’t have to play anymore games. You know you want me.” His voice is smooth and seductive.

“You finally gonna dance with me Oscar?” He laughs softly to himself, a dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes. “I want something much more than just a dance. And it doesn’t take an advanced degree in body language to recognize what it is you really desire.” James has long since been forgotten as I lay one hand on Oscar’s shoulder, the other taking his hand. “Oh? And what do you think that is?” His face inches closer to mine, his lips just barely grazing my ear. “Your body craves excitement. You want a man who will take control, who will dominate you, and push you to your limits. You want me.” I pretend that his little monologue didn’t send a delicious shudder down my spine, dampening the fabric between my legs. Despite how turned on I am, I decide to push my luck, continuing to brat. “Is that what I want, Oscar?” He leans in closer still, his large body pressed against mine, the woodsy scent of his cologne filling my nose. His voice grows quiet and turns into a low, seductive, almost hypnotizing whisper. “You do, You want me to show you how a real man takes care of a woman like you. How you should be loved. I”m going to give you just what you want. All you have to do is give yourself to me.” As we dance chest to chest for a minute, I can’t help but glance at the clock on the wall to see how long I’d have to wait before Oscar could take me home and fulfill his promises. “Is that all I have to do?” I continue to push my luck. “I don’t know. I mean, you’ve got a bar to run, and I don’t enjoy audiences.” My response is met with a growl of impatience and a tightening of his grip on my hip. His free hand runs down my neck to my back as he walks me backwards towards the bar. He pins me against the wood, the edge digging into my spine.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait until you close for the night.” I whisper, a wicked grin on my red painted lips. He grows in his throat again. I can almost feel his heart pounding in his chest from how hard he’s pressed against me, his desire on full display. “You don’t have to wait… I can close the bar now and take you upstairs in my office. Or we could do it here.” I make a small tutting noise in my throat. “As much as I do like the idea of christening the bar, I don’t do shows.” He smiles, his teeth a gleaming white as his eyes roam the bar, taking in the shocked expressions of the other patrons. He chuckles softly. “They might learn a thing or two.” He leans in towards me again, his breath tickling my ear as he speaks sweetly. “So, is that a yes?” His hand slides up my arms just to rest at my neck. “After you close up shop, Baby.” His lips graze my cheek as he whispers in my ear in a sexy purr. “You can call me any name you want, sweetheart. Just as long as you call on me when your little heart is aching for lovin’.” His hand slides down my face until it rests on my waist, and his voice is low and growling. “Your body wants to be taken by someone big and strong. You want it. And I want to give it to you.” I smirk, pressed chest to chest with him. “Oh, you do?” He slides his rough, calloused hands down my body, cupping my hips in a possessive grip as he looks into my eyes and licks his lips. “Oh, yes. Yes, I do.” His growl is deep and hungry as his gaze drifts down to my mouth. I can almost see the fantasies flashing through his head. I glance at the clock above the bar. “You’ve got an hour and a half till close. Maybe the time’ll go by fast.” I giggle, sauntering off to the back. He watches me go, a smirk playing at his lips and his heartbeat pulsing fast within his chest.

The last hour and a half seemed like an eternity, and yet, it flew by as it approached last call. Eventually, it was just him and I in the darkened, empty bar. Oscar locked the door and turned off the open sign before meeting my eyes. “I believe we had an arrangement to christen the bar.” I hum, as if I had forgotten all about it. “We did, didn’t we?” He raises a brow at me, a knowing glimmer in his eyes. He lets his hand trail behind him over the shining wood until he reaches where I stand at the end. His body presses close to mine once again, leaving my breath feeling hot and heavy. When he speaks, it’s a quiet purr in my ear. “I don’t think you forgot. I think you like playing dumb. Let’s fix that, shall we?” My breath hitches, despite myself. I gasp as he turns me around, his chest pressed into my back, his hot breath tickling my neck and ear as his hands grip bruises onto my hips, dragging me back and forth over his clothed arousal, making him groan quietly. “Since you want to act like such a dumb fucking slut, I’m going to treat you like one.”

A hand threads its way into my hair, pulling tight to shove me against the wood of the bar. “There we go. Look at you, practically presenting yourself to me.” I whimper, my own arousal pooling in the small scrap of panty barely covering my core. “Let’s see what you’re good for.” He growls, flipping up my short skirt to expose the barely there lace. “Whore. Parading around in such a little skirt, barely wearing panties.” He tsks his tongue, his large, warm hand slamming against my ass with an audible crack that rings through the empty bar. I cry out, jerking against the bartop. “Hush. This is what bad girls get when they want to act like sluts. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I haven’t done a good job at showing you just who you belong to. Well, don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you remember.” Another crack sounds against my ass, making me gasp and arch. His rough fingers tuck themselves under the waistband, pulling at them to let them snap against my skin. “Such pretty panties. Too bad they’re gonna be ruined.” Without another word my ears pick up a ripping noise and my jaw drops as I try to look over my shoulder at him. He sees this and turns my face back to the bar. “Eyes forward baby.” He brings my bare hips back towards his clothed ones. I drip against the denim restraining his cock, moaning at the sensation. “Yeah, I know baby. I know.” I hear the sound of his belt being undone and the opening of a zipper as he sighs at the relief of no longer being so constrained.

I arch my hips slightly, the teasing and anticipation leaving me needy. “Look at you, such a pretty little slut.” I feel his fingers trace my lips, parting them to see my leaking opening. “Oh, sweetheart, practically dripping for me. Bet you don’t even need my fingers to stretch you out.” He growls, pride mingling in his tone. I gasp as a thick finger breaches my walls, the small stretch already sending my eyes rolling. “Oscar~” I whine, nudging my hips back against the digits as my hands grip the ledge of the bar. Oscar shuffles closer, his burning length bumping against my hip as he leans over me. “Thats a good girl. Tell me who you belong to. Let everyone in this fucking town hear who makes you feel this good.” A finger teases at my clit. Not too hard that it builds pleasure, but hard enough to send my knees buckling and my hips jerking to chase the sensation. That earns me another pop to the backside. “Stay still.” His fingers leave and I can hardly breathe, tense with anticipation as I feel him square himself between my legs. A needy whine breaks from my throat as I feel him drag my soaking core over his length, the tip teasing my clit with every thrust. “Maybe there’s hope for you being my good girl yet.” I can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he drags back and guides himself into my cunt, the muscles fluttering around him as it tries to adjust to the sheer size of him. “Oh, god.” I warble, my thighs shaking from the effort to adjust to him. Oscar barely waits before he starts pistoning back and forth, in and out as a snails pace.

All too soon I’m whining and moaning, begging for more as I try to fuck myself back on his cock. “Such a needy little girl. You need more? You need me to fuck you nice and deep? Yeah, I bet you do. You need me to fuck you dumb. It’s okay baby, you don’t have to say anything. You just keep letting everyone know who you belong to, who makes you feel so good.” I feel him pick up speed and his grip grow tighter. My eyes roll back as my cheek presses to the wood, drool pooling on the reflective surface. The familiar coil begins to tighten further, on the verge of snapping. I moan a warning. “Yeah? Yeah, is someone about to cum? Does someone feel too good? Hm? Is my pretty slut going to soak my cock?” He bends over me, feeling his stubble rake against the soft skin of the shoulder, his breath hot in my ear. “It’s okay honey, you can let go. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop, but you’ve been taking me so well. You don’t have to hold it.” I moan, pushed closer to the edge from his words alone. “You want to be good, don’t you? You want to be so good for me. Good girls cum when they’re told.” I tumble over the edge with a shout of his name, my toes curling in my shoes as I get a white knuckle grip on the edge of the bar. Oscar doesn’t even slow down, fucking me through my orgasm as he chases his. “That’s it. Tighten that pretty little cunt around my cock. Gonna make me cum, princess. Bet you’d like that, huh, want me to fill you up. Maybe I’ll even knock you up. Oh you like that idea, feel you tightening around me at that. Yeah? You want me to knock you up? Get you all nice and round with my baby? Gonna make you carry a piece of me in you for nine months. Gonna show everyone just who you belong to. Gonna be hard for them to claim plausible deniability when you’re the size of a watermelon and waddling all over creation. Yeah. Yeah I’m gonna knock you up.” His thrusts grow sloppy, pistoning in and out fervently, spurred on by his own words. He slams forward, twitching and spilling into me, painting my insides with thick ropes. He growls and bites an angry red mark into my shoulder, licking and sucking at it. The wave crashes over me one last time, triggered by his words and the way he twitches inside me.

I slump against the lacquer, exhausted and fucked dumb just as Oscar intended. I whine at the empty feeling as he pulls out, feeling him start to drip out of me. He hums behind me, scooping up the evidence of our escapade before pushing it back in with a thick finger. “Gotta make sure it takes, sweetheart. You thought I was kidding about giving you a kid?”

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