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taintandviolent · 2 months

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bend without breaking ; Jimmy Darling x reader

summary and word count: 4.4K! requested by @sugarr-and-spicee. you get jealous of Maggie Esmeralda, and decide to give Jimmy a taste of his own medicine. Angst, smut and a little fluff ensues.

w a r n i n g s: contortionist!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, angst, jealousy themes, rough sex, alcohol mention, clunky writing, uhhhhhhhh Jimmy being real handsy and kinda' manhandling reader a bit. maggie esmeralda hate.

a/n: written partially at work, so if it's clunky or disjointed I apologize!! divder by cafekitsune!

full fic & taglist under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here!

It's not like you owned him or anything. It's not even like he really even cared about you outside of the scope of the general, amiable 'member of the troupe' kind of relationship. Now, of age, he flirted with you casually, like he did all the girls, but you, as delusional as it may have been, thought you had something special – because boy, oh boy, did you care about him. You were obsessed with Jimmy Darling, in all ways possible.

You'd grown up alongside him, from the age of sixteen when you got kicked out for a plethora of reasons, and ran away to the traveling freak show that was opportunely in town. It had taken the owner, Elsa Mars, almost all day to be convinced, but when you bent over backwards, putting your head through your legs and pleaded with her upside down, a sly smile spread across her thin, aging lips.

You thought that Jimmy might’ve fancied you – that was until Maggie came along. The liar. The fraud. The insolent little brat that she was. She’d taken a liking to Jimmy, and seemed to snatch up every second he was alone – something that you used to do. He had fallen for her fortune teller act, but you certainly hadn’t. Your aunt had been a fortune teller and had possessed a true and genuine gift. This broad did nothing but spin silly little tales about misfortune and good luck, generic things that any person could identify with.

You’d decided to test the waters one hot summer afternoon. It was before the show, and Jimmy was preoccupied setting up the cash box. With your skirt in your hand, swishing it back and forth, you strolled up to him feeling as giddy as ever. It was rare that you didn’t feel bubbly when you were around him – he had that effect on you. Before you spoke, you took in his appearance; a sheen of glistening sweat covered his bare, tanned shoulders, his caramel-coloured locks hung in a cluster on his forehead, and his dark, brown eyes swept over the cash as he counted it, arranging the tickets neatly next to the box.

“Hey Jimmy,” you cooed. “Need any help?”

Without looking up, he replied: “Nah, doll. I’m just about finished.”

“Well, maybe I could help you with whatever you’re doing next…”

“If I need ya’, I’ll find ya, sweetheart.”

“Or you could find Maggie.”

“She’s in her trailer.”

Your heart quivered and sunk, cracking like a delicate porcelain vase. He already knew; he’d already found her.

“Of course she is, and of course you’d know that.”

He grinned crookedly, exhaled out of his nose and shut the cash box, turning the key. He looked at you then, with a pointed gaze. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean? Huh?”

Your brows rose high on your head, feigning innocence. He, of course, with all his charm and wit, saw right through it. You didn’t care. “Oh, nothing , Jimmy. Nothing at all.”

“Sure, dollface, sure. You wouldn’t be jealous, now would ya?”

“Of her? I’d be more jealous of a drowned rat in a sewer than I would be of Maggie.”

With that, you stomped off, your steps crunching the tall grasses that covered the field you called home for this month. Your heart was pounding, your cheeks had flushed. Feeling like a fool, you marched right to your trailer, taking great care to slam the door as hard as you could.

You spun around, facing the door as thought he was behind it. “How dare he think I’m jealous of her ! That horrible woman, and he thinks – oooooh! ” You clenched your fists, shaking them at the door.

It had taken you two hours to calm down. Two hours of pacing your small bedroom, fussing with your appearance and reading a magazine you’d picked up in town last week. It also took you two hours to come up with what you thought was the revenge plan of the century.

An hour later, you found yourself at the local diner, schmoozing with a cute young man in his early twenties. You’d batted your fluffy lashes and pouted your lips and with hardly a few words, you had him wrapped around your manicured finger. He’d bought you a milkshake, which you were nursing, taking small sips in between answers.

“You’re sure you won’t run out of this diner screaming?”

“No - no. I promise I won’t.”

“I’m a travelling performer… I’m only here for a few more weeks. I work at the Freak Show in the field down the road.”

“What do you do?” He asked, cautiously, looking you over your body with a suddenly very critical eye. To most, you looked normal . Sure, you were a little longer and lithe than some girls your age, but you didn’t fit the bill of a freak. That was until you bent and contorted your body into the most mystifying, inappropriate positions that they had ever seen a woman in.

“I’m a…” you leaned in, dipping your chin to your chest, keeping your gaze sternly locked on his. “A… contortionist.”

“A what?”

Oh, what a dumb bunny . He was cute, you’d give him that; his pretty, sea-blue eyes, pink lips and dirty blonde hair that had been perfectly styled. The clincher was that he had two very nice hands – strong, and veiny. The truth of the matter was that you preferred Jimmy Darling’s hands – but he didn’t need to know that. To him, this would be a threat, and if everything went according to plan, Jimmy would be red with anger, furiously jealous and looking as though he must bust a vein.

“I’m flexible. Very flexible.”

His eyes lit up. It was a predictable response, and one you’d seen before. Men were grotesque, they liked the idea of bending a woman into unique positions like a jointed doll, just to see her body in a fresh, new way. They liked the thought of fucking you while you were bent over backwards, folded up neatly.

The waitress brought your food; you’d only ordered a side of fries, which you dipped into the remainder of your shake. A habit that you’d learned from Amazon Eve – it was easily the most delicious combo you’d ever tasted. As you two ate, the conversation drifted naturally. You laid on the charm heavy. Every other response contained a compliment, telling him how handsome he was, how you’d never seen a boy as cute, so on and so forth. He fell for it hook, line and sinker. And you.

Afterwards, he paid and held the door open for you. As any gentleman should, he wasn’t earning any points with you. Only one man could…

“Can I come see your show?” He asked, playing idly with your fingers.

You reached over and yanked one of the flyers from the nearby telephone pole, folded it in fours, and pressed your lips to the paper, leaving a crimson mark. You tucked it in the man’s shirt pocket.

“See you tonight. Tell ‘em that I sent you. Front row seats.”

He stammered out an agreement, looking flustered. With a wink, you were sauntering back down the sidewalk. The great big sun, orange and warm, was making its heavy, tired descent back into the horizon, and you quickened your pace. The last thing you needed was Elsa being upset at your disappearance.

As you made your way back to the field, you hummed the song that was playing in the diner and skipped. There was something to be said about the butterflies in your stomach, though you couldn’t discern whether or not they were for the fact that you were going to see that man in the audience. You suspected not. Jimmy Darling would be jealous and that was the thought that sent you.

Later that night, as the calliope played, your hands glided up over the curves of your thighs, and over your sides, gracefully, like a burlesque performer teasing a reveal. With one movement, you brought your leg up to your head, pulling it tight. A few oooh’s and chortling chuckles from men in the audience dotted the room. With floaty, delicate movements, you slid down into the splits, never losing your bright smile in the process. More pleased reactions and some applause. You crossed the stage in backbends, working the crowd as they cheered for you.

At the final backbend, you sunk to your stomach, laying on the floor. You were just nearly at the edge of the stage, and directly in front of you was your diner boy. His eyes were locked on you, enchanted, enrapt and obsessed like a dog staring at a fresh cut of sirloin. With a come-hither smile, you reached out and swept your hand along his jawline before tapping his chin with a single finger. You sucked in a deep breath and brought your legs forward, curving your spine around until your feet were planted on either side of your face.

The crowd gasped in horror, and little girls shielded their eyes, expecting to hear the dull crack of your spine as it snapped in two. But Diner Boy was fascinated, and still staring at you. He was looking at your body, the unnatural curve of it, and the way that you’d brought your cunt somehow closer to his face. As the seconds passed, he looked more and more like a dog to you, hungry and slobbering.

You smiled, scanning the crowd again. Your eyes drifted to the corner of the stage, where Jimmy stood against one of the support poles, arms crossed. At least, despite Maggie, he’d retained his habit of watching every performance you did – though this one, he didn’t look as delighted with. You could tell by the way the corners of his mouth were pointed down in an angry frown, his eyes narrowing at the little things you did to entice Diner Boy. You grinned at Jimmy, acknowledging him and tapped the toes of your shoes childishly against the stage before unfolding your body again.

The rest of your show finished without a hitch, and Diner Boy played his part very well. He took in every moment, and at one point, when you reached your hand out to him, he interlaced his fingers with yours. A nice touch. When you looked back to where Jimmy was, he was gone. You smiled inwardly, prideful and gratified by the way your devious little plan had gone.

As soon as you went off-stage, Jimmy grabbed you by your arm, gripping your bicep hard. Almost too hard. You winced. “What was that about?”

“What? I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.” Casually, you yanked your arm from his grip and began to polish your nails on the fabric of your shirt.

“Cut it out! You know what. Who was the guy in the audience? You sure were payin’ him a lot of attention.”

His words, though loud, were a little slurred, his breath smelled of alcohol; you could tell that he'd taken a few gulps of liquid confidence before approaching you. You didn't mind; your father used to say that the truth came out with booze. You hoped that would remain true with Jimmy and he'd spill his guts to you.

“Just someone I met at the diner, Jimmy. Why are you getting so heated over him? You flirt with girls in the audience all the time.”

“It’s part of the act, doll! You know I have to act a certain way, I can’t –”

“Can’t what? Stand to love me?”

Jimmy stopped abruptly, his mouth hanging slack. His chest rose and fell with hot, angry breaths.

"Just because I can bend without breaking doesn't mean my heart can, Jimmy."

“Dollface, wait.”

“No.”

You pushed yourself through the flaps of the tent, storming off towards your trailer. Jimmy followed close behind, calling your name.

“Doll, c’mon, hang on a minute!”

“No, Jimmy. Maybe Maggie can hang on a minute .”

“Hey!” He bellowed, catching your arm again. You pressed your back against your trailer’s door, again, yanking it away from him and crossing them tightly across your chest. Your heart thudded against your ribs, deeply delighted at the fact that he was chasing you, pursuing you with an overbearing jealousy.

“What.”

“Can we just…” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “...talk about this a second?”

“Sure.” You snapped.

Jimmy’s black coffee eyes scanned over you, searching your face for some semblance of softness. He found nothing but a tightly pressed line of lips and a cold gaze.

“What’s your problem, huh? I can’t flirt with other guys?” you finally asked, your stern voice shattering the awkward silence.

He shook his head, almost sheepishly. “I don’t like seein’ it. I know they don’t care about you.”

“And you do?”

Jimmy swallowed again, forcing the lump in his throat down. For the past several years, you’d been a constant in his life, by his side, and taking all his showman flirtations in stride. You’d never once fired back at him, and he thought that it was because you could care less about what he did or who he flirted with. Against the voices in his head, Jimmy pacified the anger in his gut by leaning forward to crush his lips against your red ones, tasting the sweetness of whatever gum you’d been chewing before the show.

He lingered there a moment before his conjoined digits made their way up your waist, gripping it softly. He waited for you to soften, to ease into his kiss, but you didn’t. You stood your ground, arms still pressed against your breasts. You intentionally filled your mind with thoughts of Maggie Esmeralda and how close he’d gotten with her. You thought of all the times that he flirted with girls in the audience, damn near kissing them with how far he’d lean off stage during his song.

“Baby, please…” You blinked. His low, smooth voice pulled you out of your hateful thoughts.

With a heavy sigh, you murmured, “I want to hear you say it, Jimmy.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.”

The muscles in his jaw fluttered as he clenched them, grinding his teeth hard. Jimmy spent his whole life being put on the spot, but it never got any easier. Especially not in front of you – the girl he’d fallen hardest for. He inhaled, puffing his chest out and mustering up all the confidence he had.

“I don’t like seein’ you flirt with other guys… ‘cause… I wish it was me.”

“Who’s jealous now, huh?”

“I am.” He looked at your lips, then back up to your eyes. A cricket started off somewhere in the field, and your attention flitted off towards it, only to have Jimmy’s large, warm hand bring you back. “Hey.”

He kissed you again, his strong tongue darting out to taste you again, his plush lips closing around your bottom lip to suck it gently. This time, an undulating warmth erupted deep in your core. You couldn’t help but melt into him and your arms relinquished their position, dropping heavily to your sides. Your fingers reach forward to claw at his shirt, just above the waistline of his jeans and instead latch onto his belt loops, pulling him closer at the hips.

You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, swirling your tongue with his. Mingled with his personal taste, he tasted like warm honey and the liquor you smelled on his breath earlier. Not always admirable, it was something that you knew him to dabble in when his mother wasn’t looking. More often than not, he’d sneak some booze, saying it calmed his nerves before and after shows. You didn’t mind; in fact, you wondered what it would be like to have a drunk Jimmy, sloppy and unable to control himself around you.

“I’ve waited a long time for this…” you broke the kiss, breathlessly whispering over his lips.

“Me too, honey. Me too.”

Keeping your eyes on him, you blindly felt behind your back, where the handle of your trailer was digging into your soft flesh. You yanked it open, and took a fistful of Jimmy Darling’s shirt, tugging him inside.

It was like someone had fired a gun and Jimmy was a racehorse. He charged at you, his big, conjoined fingers wrapping tightly around your hips on either side, kneading the flesh like dough. He kissed you again, hot and in a hurry, like you only had a few minutes to do whatever it was you were going to do. With your hands on his pectoral muscles, you pushed him off gently, just enough to get a look at his face.

He, being mere centimeters from your breasts, wasn’t looking at your face. His attention was clearly elsewhere. A low, rumbling groan vibrated through his throat as he craned forward to kiss your skin.

“Jimmy, baby, slow down…”

Between feverish kisses to your neck and chest, he muttered: “I can’t, I’m sorry.”

He had you where he wanted you, after so long, and he wasn’t going to let that slip through his fingers this time. Jimmy muscled you backwards, urging you towards the small hallway where your bedroom was. He was all hard-working muscle. Having done set-up for so many years had lined his body in bulky strength, the kind of strength that you only get from hard labour. So, when he started guiding you backwards, you could do little to protest.

“Jimmy, my god, what’s the rush?”

“I want you bad, baby… bad.” As proof, he urged his hips against yours; the hot rigidness of his erection pressing into your hip bone. You let out a surprised mewl, and wrapped your arms around his warm neck, fingers slipping into his short-cut hair. His lips found yours again as the backs of your thighs hit the mattress. He kissed once and playfully, shoved you down. You bounced twice on the bed, looking up at him with a heavy, wanton gaze.

“I’m all yours, Jimmy Darling. All yours.”

Jimmy didn’t say anything, just sunk to his knees, his hands finding the stretchy hem of your sequined shorts. He pulled them down in a swift jerk, before moving right back up to your waist. Those striped tights were next. He rolled them down off your thighs and over your knees; which fell apart, exposing the already-damp satin of your underwear. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he worked.

He was in too much of a hurry to bother taking off your shirt, instead just gathering the fabric and pushing it up over your breasts, letting them bounce free. He may have been raised a gentleman, but he wasn't immune to the tantalizing sight of some tits -- especially when they belonged to a girl he'd been lusting over for months now.

"God damn, baby. Look at those."

You couldn't help but blush, feeling your cheeks grow hot at his compliments. You bowed your head, casting your eyes to the floor. You were so stern before -- what had happened? Silly question. You knew; he was undressing you in your trailer, all that confidence had melted away underneath his strong, fused fingers.

“Jimmy, promise you won’t flirt with Maggie anymore…”

He scoffed. “She’s nothin’ to me, honey. Gals like her are a dime a dozen.” He pressed his lips to your kneecaps before kissing his way up your thighs. You whimpered, your head lolling heavily back between your shoulders. You thought about revealing that she wasn’t a real fortune teller, but Jimmy’s mouth neared your cunt, and the thought disintegrated.

“...my god…” you breathed, your lids drifting shut. Jimmy nuzzled his face and lips against your soft mound, the hard bridge of his nose teasing at your soaked slit.

“You like that, baby?”

You nodded, again, whimpering. He pressed his fingers slowly against your soft mound, over the fabric. Feeling the puddle that had settled into your underwear made Jimmy clench his teeth, hissing loud through them. With one hand, Jimmy maneuvered your underwear down your thighs. Once they were off, he tossed them carelessly behind him – you’d find them a day later in your kitchen sink. Now exposed, you gazed at him sheepishly, for the first time since he'd started kissing you. His eyes fixated on the wetness that glistened in the low-light of the trailer.

"I had no idea..." he said, the pad of his thumb sweeping over your clit with just enough pressure to make you writhe in lustful agony, aching desperately.

"No idea what?" You breathed.

"To be honest with you, that you liked me that much..."

You leaned forward, taking his chin into the palm of your hand. You stroked it gently, falling deep into his eyes. "Jimmy... I've wanted you since before I could have you."

You looked on at his face in admiration as the thoughts played out, the realization of what you meant dawning on him. He grinned his bright, lopsided grin and his large hands slid up your legs, caressing the outside of your thighs thoughtfully.

"Baaaby," he hummed before dipping his head down. You gasped, your lids drifting shut in ecstasy as you felt his breath rush over you -- you knew what was coming; one deep sweep of his tongue along the length of your cunt, between your folds to taste you, to savour your silken wetness. Burying his nose in your pussy, Jimmy alternated between using the strong tip of his tongue to flick at your sensitive spots and lapping at your clit with a flattened, thick tongue. Adventurous and hungry, he'd venture further down to get a mouthful of your sweet, heady wetness and would murmur how good you tasted into your cunt -- the vibrations of his voice made you shiver every time.

After a few minutes of this, you felt the inner core of your legs begin to shake every time he made contact with your clit, your tummy tightening in a warning clench. You reached forward, gripping his head on either side, yanking him softly off your cunt.

To your relief, he straightened up, chin glistening with your fluids. He swallowed you down, growling in satisfaction; the intimacy of tasting your lover's ejaculate was unparalleled, and when your eyes finally opened, they met Jimmy's lust blown ones. He was ready, and so were you.

"Fuck me," you said, nodding.

Jimmy made quick work of undressing, pulling his briefs down over his ass cheeks before he lined his red-tipped cock up with your leaking slit, bumping into the sensitive bundle of nerves a few times before he stuck you. He didn't ease in, just bottomed out and you let out a pleasurable yowl, tossing your head back at the sensation of being so full as his thick cock violated you, slipping against your slick walls. He found a rhythm, thrusting his cock up into you as deep as he could. You clenched hard around him, pulling a groan from deep within his chest. He pulled out, looking down at your sopping wet and now reddened cunt.

"'Hoh' my god, baby... do that again."

He gripped your hips hard, pulling you roughly onto his cock. You clenched again, swallowing him into you. The tip disappeared inside you, hot and leaking, and he held himself there, completely engrossed in the sensations. You clenched again, pulling him further in and Jimmy's head fell back, his hips bucking hard out of instinct. You both found a hurried rhythm, grinding and rolling against each other with voracious desire.

As he thrust into you, Jimmy watched you intently, holding onto you tight, his thumbs working your hips, kneading them in small circles. He looked starved for your image, the way that his eyes climbed from your hips to your breasts to your face and back down again. You let out a particularly ecstasy-ridden moan, and Jimmy dug his fingers into your hips.

Rocked back and forth with the strength of his thrusts, you look down, watching as his thick cock pumped in and out of you. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, and Jimmy's dark eyes followed them as they moved.

"Huuuh... I'm gonna' lose it, baby... you feel so god damned good..."

"Give it to me," you coax, moaning deeply. His thrusts get faster, more feverish and uneven, and before you can say another word, his expression contorted, brows pulling together in pleasured agony. You felt the warmth of his cum as he filled you up with a few spurts, but kept pumping until it leaked out the sides, groaning deeply. Your orgasm raced towards you quickly after that, pulsing around him in a hungry grip.

With a heavy sigh, Jimmy pulled his softening cock from your cunt and flopped heavily onto the bed onto his back. Your chest rose and fell with every laboured breath, sweat streaming from every pore. Both of you, collapsed in lust, saying nothing, just enjoying the warm scent of sex that lingered in the air. Soon, your sappy gaze drifted from the ceiling to Jimmy. His fawn coloured hair clung to his forehead in sweaty clumps, his cheeks flushed. You'd done that. Made him jealous until he fucked you silly. You smiled inwardly, and adjusted your head on the small mattress.

"Turn the fan on, Jimmy, it's hot."

Jimmy leaned over, flipping the small metal switch. The fan rattled to life, blades spinning and washing your sweaty skin with a soft breeze of cooler air. He leaned back, enjoying the change in temperature.

"I meant what I said, dollface. Maggie's nothin' to me now that we're uh..."

You pressed your lips against his softly, smiling into the kiss. "We're what?"

"Y'know..."

"Fucking each other like teenagers?"

"More than that, baby. More than that."

You weren't sure what that meant yet, but you weren't about to question a bit of it. You paused, furrowing your brows. You realized that Diner Boy had probably expected to see you after the show, but you hadn't shown. You hadn't even thought about him, far too busy with Jimmy's lips to even remember he was there.

"What?" Jimmy asked, concerned.

"I wonder if he was waiting for me..."

"I hope he was, and I hope he figured out real quick that you weren't comin'."

You kissed him again, inhaling his scent. Jimmy hummed into your lips, pulling you atop of him, his face bright with adoration.

He stayed in your trailer that night, and you two fucked each other, explored each other's bodies repeatedly. When the morning sun peeked through your lacy curtains and your lids peeled apart, a yawn ripping through your mouth... you wondered if Maggie Esmeralda saw that coming.

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chubbyreaderwriter · 4 months

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Play House Pt 2

Dandy Mott x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: Dandy always makes you play House with him whenever you visit.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smut

Part 1 Masterlist

The LONGGGG awaited Part 2!!

It had been two peaceful weeks since the last time you had seen Dandy and you couldn’t get him out of your head. Every night in your dreams, the scene of what might have happened had you not been interrupted played in your mind. Your feelings were conflicted and you didn’t want to return to that house until you knew what you wanted. With every single call to your home, you regretted being nice to him more and more. He demanded you to return to him, offering more and more money to your mother. You knew she needed it but she declined because of your wishes. But she had run out of excuses for you now and you had to go back.

Your mother drove you once more towards the house much grander than your own and you felt nervous. Dandy had always been unpredictable but you were worried how he would act with you now. The car had stopped but you still hadn’t got out yet. Your mother turned to you, “It’s just one night, what’s the worst that can happen. I’ll make sure to come by as early as I can to pick you up, okay?” You didn’t respond, just nodded in agreement and stepped out, hesitantly walking up to the door as you heard your mother’s car driving away. You lightly knocked on the door, looking down at your feet as you waited for someone to answer.

Dandy’s mother opened it this time and she looked relieved to see you, “Oh thank goodness, Dandy has been having one of his tantrums today and I just know that seeing you will put him in a good mood.” Before you could even say hello, she dragged you inside and closed the door, calling out, “Dandy, come look who’s here.” You heard a thud and then a door being opened and Dandy’s voice replying, “I don’t care mother, leave me alone.” His mother, not wanting to spoil the surprise, continued, “But she’s come all this way, just to see you dear.” You heard heavy footsteps as if he was stomping his way over to the stairs where he could see you standing next to his mother.

Almost instantly, his whole demeanour changed and he perked up. He practically ran down the stairs, excitement on his face, then anger, turning to his mother, “Why didn’t you tell me she was coming, I needed time to prepare.” His mother stuttered but Dandy ignored her in favour of taking your hand and leading you upstairs towards his room. The doors to his playroom were open as you were dragged past it and you saw everything was tipped over and thrown all over the floor. Dandy opened his bedroom door and was only too happy to pull you in and lock the door behind you. He turned to you, a strange smile on his face, “Oh, it has been far too long, hasn’t it.” You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t think of anything to say. Your mind was reeling from what had just happened within the span of the last 2 minutes and how you’d gone so quickly from being safe outside the doors to being trapped in Dandy’s bedroom once again with no ways of escaping until early morning.

If Dandy was agitated by your lack of response, he didn’t show it, seemingly all too content with just having you back in his presence once more. He stayed close to you, keeping you cornered against the wall, his hands pressed flat either side of your waist to stop you from moving away. He leaned his face in close and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your neck. Your chest rose and fell quicker than normal, your nerves getting the better of you. Dandy seemed to be entranced by the movement of your breasts rising upwards, having them spilling out over the top of your corset style dress that was tapered in at the waist and layers of soft fabric flowed over the curve of your hips and down past your knees to your mid calf. It was a modest dress with short puff sleeves and one your mother had bought you for your birthday last year. It seemed wearing it was a mistake as Dandy slowly licked his bottom lip, eyes slowly raking over your plump form, “Such a delightful body, I wanna see what it looks like underneath it all.” He grinned and your eyes widened, “N-now hold on a minute Dandy, you have to charm a lady first.” You were panicking, you weren’t the type of girl who just went about stripping for the first guy who asked. Dandy raised a confused eyebrow, “But darling, I’ve already charmed you, you’re my wife remember and we need to make a baby to start playing a proper game of house don’t we?”

You let out a nervous laugh and raised your hand, “But Dandy if I’m your wife I would have a wedding ring and since there is no ring on my finger, I can’t play the role of your wife. A-and it would be improper to engage in such activities before marriage, wouldn’t you agree?” Dandy said nothing but his brow was furrowed and you wondered if you had perhaps pushed your luck with his seemingly bipolar personality. He sighed and pushed himself back away from you, smoothing his hair back with his hand, “Hm I suppose you’re right, wait here, I’ll be back in a moment.” He walked out of the room and headed down the corridor into another room. You stood still for a moment wondering whether it would be worth it to try and leave but your thoughts drifted back to your mother and how much she needed this money. Your father had passed away a few years ago and ever since your mother had been struggling to make ends meet for the two of you, even with both of you working. If you did as you were told and stayed the night, Mrs Mott had promised your mother a lot of money to compensate for your company. As much as you found him insufferable, you knew there was worse situations to be in, so you decided you’d suck it up and deal with it for your mother.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shoes clicking on the marble floor outside. Dandy re-entered the room with his hands behind his back. You moved away from the wall and Dandy took your left hand into his, keeping his other behind his back. He had a large grin on his face, the sight of which stirred up your nerves as you could only imagine what he had planned that would make him so giddy. He bounced forward on his feet and giggled to himself, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand as he went down onto one knee, bringing up his other hand to show off a small navy blue velvet covered box. You couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping your mouth at the sight of it, putting two and two together. Your right hand came up to place itself on your chest, as if you could try to stop your heart from racing on the outside. You swallowed as Dandy let go of your hand to open the box, revealing a very beautiful ring inside of it. You couldn’t deny that it was a lovely ring and it looked incredibly expensive, “Oh my, Dandy I-”

Dandy grinned at your reaction, mistaking your nervousness for excitement, “I know dear, nothing but the best for my darling wife.” He took the ring out of the box and placed it upon your ring finger, his grip was firm enough you didn’t dare attempt to pull your hand away from him. As Dandy stood up, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hand, the ring felt a bit tight on your finger but not uncomfortably so, perhaps you just weren’t used to wearing much jewellery as you couldn’t afford to buy real gold and silver. As you lifted your hand to look at the ring, you noticed the ring band held small diamonds all around it as well as the main stone which was a soft oval shape. Your words caught in your throat as your mouth gaped, your finger held probably a years worth of rent right then. Your eyes drifted back to Dandy who was staring at you with a huge grin on his face, his hands clasped behind his back, seemingly very pleased with your reaction, “I knew you’d love it, though still not as beautiful as you, my love.”

“Oh Dandy, this is too much, especially for a game,” if possible, Dandy’s grin only widened, “Well that’s just it, I don’t want to play a game anymore. I want you as my betrothed, picture it, my darling wife.”

Your eyes felt as though they were going to pop out of their sockets, you were in such disbelief, ‘what is happening?!’ you thought to yourself. “You can’t possibly be serious, I’m no one, we just played together a few times as kids! You want me to be your wife? You could have anyone why me?!” From the sudden anger in Dandy’s eyes, you wondered if you’d perhaps said the wrong thing. Dandy took a single step closer, but it was enough to close the distance between you. You didn’t dare to open the gap again in fear of riling him up further. Dandy looked over your face, his hand coming up to lightly brush the back of his knuckles over your cheek. “I don’t have to explain myself, I want you my dear and I will do everything in my power to have you. I would give you everything you desired.” Your heart was sure to thump its way out of your chest, you couldn’t believe this was happening to you. Before you could think of a response, he continued, “There’s something different about you, you’re not like other people, you’re special. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, the best woman a man could wish for and I deserve nothing but the best. I will settle for no one else.”

Your cheeks flushed as he spoke, he was so passionate about this, about you. His words were genuine and you couldn’t deny the warm feeling you felt in your stomach from the way he spoke so fiercely about you. Your brain was unable to form a competent reply and so in the heat of the moment, spurred on by his declaration of affection, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Your kiss was soft and gentle, your hand lightly pressed on his broad chest. You slowly pulled away, eyes opening to watch out for Dandy’s response wondering if you had made the worst mistake of your life. You couldn’t help it though. In all your years, you’d never heard someone, much less a handsome man, talk about you with such desire, such passion. You couldn’t deny, it moved you and you felt like he deserved some kind of reward for that at least. Dandy seemed to be frozen until his eyes slowly opened, his brown hues alight with a deep fire. Your mouth opened with the intention of asking if he was alright but you were interrupted by his hands cupping the sides of your face, pulling you towards him for a much deeper kiss, his tongue seeking out yours for a battle of dominance. Obviously, he won and as much as you’d refuse to admit it, he was a very good kisser. His lips were soft and his clean shaven face meant there wasn’t any stubble scratching against your chin. Before you could stop it, a soft moan left your mouth. Dandy halted for a moment before he started moving closer towards you, making you move backwards until your legs unexpectedly hit the back of his large bed. You fell back and Dandy was quick to move atop of you, one hand laid next to your head, the other still cupped your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing over your face, “Such beauty. And it’s all mine.”

“Dandy wait I-” a breathy gasp escaped you, cutting off your sentence as the man in question had started kissing down the side of your neck. It felt nice, really nice actually, and your hands hesitantly placed themselves on Dandy’s shoulders, feeling the hard muscle underneath his buttoned shirt. You felt his hands wriggling underneath your back to pull at the strings of your corset and with each tug of his hand, the fabric became looser around your torso. Without thinking, or perhaps you knew what you were doing but didn’t want to admit it, you arched your back to give his hands the access they needed to compete the task easier. This meant your breasts had lifted towards Dandy’s face which he seemed only too happy about as you felt his hands move faster as they got closer to the top. You felt relief as the corset was fully loosened, until Dandy’s hands pulled the dress down from the waist to bunch the fabric up around your hips. Your torso was now fully exposed.

Your face turned red and your hands immediately covered your breasts, “Dandy!” Said man made quick work of grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand, enjoying watching you squirm to try to pull yourself from his grip. His strength impressed and terrified you at the same time as he made holding you down seem easy. His free hand slowly cupped your breast and you heard a shuddered gasp leave his lips. “Don’t you ever hide yourself from me, do you understand. You’re my wife now, I am your husband and it’s my right to touch you, to please you. And I will please you.” His words silenced you once more and you could only watch him caress your chest, pressing your lips together to stop any sounds from coming out and encouraging him.

It didn’t take long for his mouth to join in, a muffled moan filling the silence as he sucked on your exposed nipple. Your thighs pressed themselves together as his actions had spread a warm feeling throughout your body, settling in your lower stomach. The more he continued, the more you felt an unfamiliar ache grow between your legs. “We shouldn’t be doing this..” Dandy ran his hands down your sides, his touch being surprisingly gentle as he did so, stopping to grab your hips. “If you don’t want this then push me away.” You glanced down at him and it was at that point you realised he was no longer holding your wrists up and you moved your hands down. Seeing this, Dandy switched sides to attack your other nipple, the sensation forcing a moan out of you. Instinctively, your hand buried itself in the back of his hair. His teeth grazed against it in a soft bite and your reflex had you pulling on Dandy’s hair before you realised what you were doing. Your actions drew a long moan from Dandy and so you curiously pulled again, harder this time.

Dandy rushed to get off the bed, his hands going for your dress as he stood up. He quickly but carefully pulled the dress off you completely to throw to the side, his next target being your stockings and shoes. After removing those from your body, his fingers made quick work of the buttons down his shirt. You felt a little self conscious as his eyes raked over your almost completely naked form as he undressed himself but you remembered his words and didn’t hide yourself this time, not wanting to upset him. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he shrugged it off and threw it in another direction, making a separate pile for his clothes.

There was no denying that Dandy was conventionally attractive. He was tall, handsome and now you had proof that he was in great shape as well. Had his personality been a little more, stable shall we say, he would’ve been the complete package. Looking at his toned muscles, especially his abs and biceps, had you blushing and you curled your fingers into fists to stop yourself from reaching out and touching him. Dandy saw you checking him out and practically crooned like a bird in mating, flexing for you as you looked over him. A large smirk stretched over his lips as he slowly undid his belt, very much enjoying the way your eyes followed his fingers as he did so.

His impatience outweighed his need to have his ego stroked and he made quick work of stepping out his trousers, kicking his socks and shoes off as he did. Both of you were left in your underwear. Unconsciously, your gaze found its way down to stare at his tight white undies and the bulge sticking out. His movement caught you off guard and you leaned up onto your forearms as Dandy started flexing into poses to show off his body. “What do you think?”

“Um, I think..” He returned to his previous position leaning over you and staring deep into your eyes, waiting for your answer. You decided to be honest with him, “I think you’re very handsome. Much too handsome to be interested in a girl like me.” Your voice was a soft whisper as you spoke. You couldn’t tell if Dandy was confused, angry or speechless, perhaps it was a mix of all three. You were stunned as you saw his eyes watering, why was he crying? His lips curved into an unnerving smile, his hand coming up to pet your hair, “I think I love you (Y/N).” Was there something wrong with your ears or did he really just say that? You barely knew the guy! Sure, you knew each other as kids but that was a long time ago and clearly a lot had changed since then, like Dandy’s psychotic tendencies.

Just as you started your disagreement, you were kissed once more, his mouth swallowing any words you’d planned on saying. His movements were more rushed. Erratic. His hands started grabbing at your skin as if trying to commit every curve to memory. You barely registered Dandy moving himself between your legs. He wouldn’t give you much time to catch your breath before he was back to kissing you, it was turning your brain to mush. A soft touch along the waistline of your panties sent a shiver down your spine. As much as the rational side of you knew that you should’ve shut this down ages ago, a much more curious side of you had taken charge and was allowing Dandy to take control over you. It had felt good so far, it could only get better right?

During your thoughts, Dandy had shuffled his hand into your panties and his middle finger reached down to lightly trace the curve of your lips before pushing down to separate them, exposing your pussy to his eager fingers. His fingertip found your clit pretty easily, applying a gentle pressure before slowly moving around in circular motions. Your body took charge over your conscious and spread your legs a little wider, soft pants leaving your lips as you held onto his shoulders. His mouth had grown bored of your lips and found its way back to your breasts. The combination of teasing to your breasts and clit had you melting into the bedsheet fairly quickly; a lot quicker than you hoped. But you couldn’t help it. You’d touched yourself before but it didn’t feel as good as this, as good as Dandy was making you feel.

Dandy felt on cloud nine. No, higher than that. He had the girl of his dreams in his bed, with his ring on her finger and his hand in her panties. He’d waited too long for you to come around to see him again and he was determined to give you a damned good reason to not want to leave again. Even if you did try to leave, he wouldn’t let you, not now that you were his. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you as his fingers sped up a little. He took in every gasp and moan. He followed the curve of your neck as your head tilted back and traced the swell of your breasts with his eyes. You were perfect, just like he knew you would be.

Your pants grew louder as the warm feeling in your stomach turned into a tingling sensation, your lower half starting to squirm. Dandy didn’t stop, his fingers kept at it, not daring to disrupt as he watched your hands try to grab at the bedsheets before giving up and throwing your arms over your head. A small whine followed by a short cry bubbled in your throat, feeling yourself climax from Dandy’s fingers. You immediately felt too hot and tired, your chest heaving as Dandy moved his fingers down to coat them in your cum. He turned your face with his clean hand to look at him as he brought his other hand up to his mouth. The eye contact had you turning red with embarrassment as you watched him suck your juices from his fingers. “Just as sweet as you, my darling.”

He crawled over you, settling between your legs once more, placing your thighs over his hips. He lowered his crotch, pressing his clothed erection against your wet panties. You pressed your lips together to avoid making any sound, though it did feel good. That was the worst part about this situation. You were enjoying everything he was doing and you felt ashamed at the fact you wanted more. ‘Screw it,’ you thought, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for another passionate kiss. He let out a whiny moan into your mouth as he started grinding against you. Your hips shifted underneath as that achy feeling had returned tenfold. Dandy’s movements suddenly slowed and now the friction wasn’t enough to get you close but enough to leave you wanting more. A series of whines left your mouth, trying to lift your own hips to set a new pace but the way Dandy was holding you down with his own body made it impossible.

Dandy was thoroughly amused by your impatience and chuckled in your ear, “What’s the matter love?” You huffed and tried again to move your hips, “I-I want more.” Dandy brushed his lips along your neck, his hands moving to your thighs to possessively grab at your skin, red marks being left behind. “More what? I’ll do anything for you darling, but you have to tell me.” You threw your head back in frustration, closing your eyes to avoid his gaze, “I want you to fuck me. Please!” He let out a deep groan into your ear, “Say it again.” His hips jerked against your own with a newfound ferocity and you sighed in relief. Dandy whined, “Say those words again (Y/N)”

“I want you to fuck me!” You didn’t intend to shout it but he was teasing you and it was making you frustrated. Dandy visibly shuddered from your words and in what felt like milliseconds, Dandy had both of your underwear off of you and throw to the side to join the scatters of clothes already littering the floor. You couldn’t help yourself to look at his dick, needing to see what exactly you had just asked for. Not that you had other experiences to compare it to but it certainly looked bigger than you were expecting. Dandy held eye contact with you as he rubbed his cock down between your pussy lips, wanting to watch every moment of this. You started squirming again after a few moments and Dandy was all too happy to pick up the pace, lining himself up. You gasped and your hand reached out to place against his chest, “Wait! I-It’s my first time, be gentle.” Your words only spurred him on more. He got to be the one to deflower you, to be the one and only man to see you like this, to touch you like this. It was almost enough to send him over the edge right then. He grabbed your hand on his chest and lifted it up to press a kiss to your palm, “Of course, princess.”

He pushed forward and almost immediately your back arched at the feeling. It burned but in a good way? It was painful to start but it was slowly filling your ache inside you. He halted in his movements, watching your face twist in agony, his heart caught in his chest. He forced himself to stay still though his body wanted nothing more that to ruin you for other men at that moment. But if he didn’t wait it would ruin the experience between the two of you and he didn’t want that. No, he only wanted to be associated with pleasure. Maybe some pain but not unwanted pain. A few moments went by with Dandy remaining frozen until you experimentally moved your hips. The burning hadn’t gone completely but it had lessened and there was a new feeling building. One that had your toes curling it was so good.

Dandy took your movements as a green light and slowly thrust himself deeper, forcing a moan from you. He was addicted to your sounds, thrusting deeper inside to elicit even more from you. You twisted your head to try to push it into the pillows beneath, your hands grasping handfuls of the covers underneath you. Dandy held the back of your thighs and pushed your legs up, creating a new position that had him angling into you to hit spots you didn’t know existed. A loud cry left you as he went faster, it felt amazing. Your hands come up over your head to grab onto the headboard, feeling like you needed to ground yourself somehow. Dandy’s eyes were glued on you, trying to burn the image of you taking his cock into his brain. You felt so good around him, he wasn’t sure he was going to last very long.

He leaned down whilst still keeping a harsh pace, “Does it feel good (Y/N)? Do you love the way your husband pleasures you?” You didn’t answer him, you couldn’t. Your mind was mush and all you could focus on was the oncoming orgasm you felt approaching. A series of pants and soft moans left you, slowly growing in volume. Dandy fucked you harder, only too eager to help you finish. His own orgasm was fast approaching too and he was quickly won over on the notion of you finishing together. His moans merged with yours and it was difficult to tell who was who as you both came close.

Your stomach moved up and down as you felt yourself right on the edge, when Dandy forced himself deep inside you, pushing you right over. Your legs shook as you came, turning your face to hide it in your arm and muffle the long moan that left your mouth. His own moan echoed in your ear as he leaned over you, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other. You gasped as you felt something warm inside you and it was then your brain unfuzzed itself and the reality of what just happened hit you. Your mouth felt incredibly dry. He had just came inside you without protection. You stayed frozen as he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your neck. He didn’t pull out, apparently content with staying exactly where he was for the time being.

Your hand hesitantly came up to stroke his dark hair and a pleased sigh filled your ears. Dandy hummed, “I love you (Y/N), my dear wife.” You mentally groaned and slammed your head into the pillow. You sighed, you know what? You were exhausted, you could deal with all of this after you’d had some sleep. You made a move to roll out from underneath him but Dandy had seemingly already fallen asleep on top of you. You groaned, what exactly had you just gotten yourself into? Dandy’s arms wrapped tighter around you, holding you closer and a soft mumble of “mine” was barely heard in the silence. The hand in his hair, you gently ran your fingers through it, looking around the room. Okay, maybe it wasn’t completely horrible but certainly not where you expected it to end up. You looked down again at the ring on your finger, would this really be so bad?

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