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kylacxie · 11 months ago

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anundyingfidelity · 2 months ago

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HUSH — Ed Warren

Summary: The feeling is forbidden, but Ed doesn’t care about it.

Pairing: Ed Warren x fem reader.

Word count: 1.3k.

Warnings: mentions of cheating and guilt, unprotected everything (pls don’t do this in real life), slut shaming, facial, dirty talk and dirty all, dark!Ed because I want him to corrupt me.

GEN MASTERLIST!

Note: another dilf i found that might help me to go through this hell called life (and writers block), patrick wilson i love you i'm sorry i didn’t give you the attention you deserved when i was 15.

The clinking of his belt can be heard through the kitchen. Your hands hold on tightly on the countertop, the surface cold against your breasts.

You bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan. His cock buried deep inside you with every buck of his hips. His big hands on your sides have a tight grip so he can maneuver you as he wants.

He has control of what you do, every single time. And you think - no, you know - this is wrong but oh, god, he feels so good.

Lorraine is out with Judy, and each time Ed knows they're out, he wastes no time on getting his hands on you. On fucking you so damn hard until he claims your body in full. Sometimes he's quick, sometimes he's not. It doesn’t matter if he cums. Ed is just chasing his pleasure, just using you. But do you really think so?

Today his wife left for a short walk in a nearby park with the little daughter, whom you took care of about a year ago. The Warrens had let you in their lives, finding you worthy of taking care of their house and the little girl, and you did enjoy their trust and company, but soon things became different.

The teasing, the snarky comments, the smirks and the longing gazes… They had to be addressed somehow, someday. But you didn’t expect it to go on like this.

A soft gasp leaves your lips, feeling his dick hitting a particular spot inside you. Ed groans, his left hand grabbing tightly your hip to push against him when your cunt throbs around his cock so deliciously he would just cum right there.

You can still feel the metal of the wedding band around his finger as he fucks you senseless. He never takes it off. Only shoves your dress and panties aside, unbuckles his pants and looks up for the nearest surface to have his way with you. And you let him do so. This time though, he took some minutes to play with your tits, licking and nipping the soft flesh, marking your breasts with his teeth and tongue like a starving man.

His left hand moves to your pussy and he softly rubs your clit with his fingers. You shiver at the cold of his ring against your most sensitive places, and you moan.

“I'm gonna cum,” you whisper, and he increases the rhythm of his thrusts, his hips snapping against the flesh of your ass. His chest touches your back, pressing you further into the surface, groaning against your ear before a light chuckle escapes his mouth.

“You cum pretty quickly,” he mocks as you clench again around his cock. Ed knows you are taking everything to hold your orgasm and he loves it. “But you cum when I say so, right?”

You moan again, louder this time once he gives a particular hard buck of his hips. Ed slides his cock out of you when there is no answer coming from your lips. And you are a whimpering mess, pressing your legs together, aching for some friction of his fingers ghosting on your cunt. But he remains still.

“Right?” he asks in your ear again. You are at the verge of crying, of begging to let you cum, and you take so long to react that he lifts his hand from your cunt and grabs your neck. There is no pressure but a firm warning of what he can do. “Right, my little slut?”

You nod desperately, and barely mumble. “Yes, sir.”

Your pussy is throbbing and your legs are starting to tremble already. You need him inside you. Your whole body aches for him and is so disgusting he has shaped you into this, but once he is pushing inside you again you forget. All you can feel is his palm resting on your throat, his cock splitting you up, his broad chest against your back… Everything is heaven. He is heaven, as much as you know this is not right, you can’t deny yourself such pleasure.

The way he had broken you and put you back again in one is just angelic. And you feel yourself at the brink of bliss again.

“Fuck, you feel so warm around me,” he moans. “So wet, so perfect…”

“Please, Ed,” you beg pathetically, almost sobbing. “Please let me cum.”

He smiles to himself. Bastard enjoys having you like this. “Cum now, doll.”

And you do as he tells, with his cock pistoning in and out, his fingers back on your clit as you clench all around him and coat his length with your juices. A stream of cries and moans fills the kitchen and Ed has to motion you to keep it low, his thrusts slowing down, but his cock remains hard.

“Shh,” he says, bringing his wet fingers to your mouth.

There is no need for a word, you suck on them tasting yourself, cleaning his digits soaked on your arousal. The metalic taste of his wedding band reminds you of what this really is. But he doesn’t care, so why would you? He made you addicted, and you don’t plan on walking away. Not when he takes such good care of you.

“Good girl,” he praises when you're done cleaning his fingers off. “Now come here, darling.”

He manhandles you so easily, lifting your upper body off the countertop and turning you around until your flushed, sweaty face meets him. He forces you on your knees, still weak from your own orgasm, and you remember he hasn't cum yet. But he is eager to. Your lips part and the tip of his dick lies heavy on your tongue as he jerks himself off, his other hand gripping the back of your head to keep you in place.

You watch attentively through your lashes as he releases his white, hot seed on your tongue and paints your face with it. Ed moans, so dark and sweet at the same time. You close your eyes, feeling some of his cum on your cheeks. His lustful gaze locks on yours for as long as he can, until he is done.

Ed observes you, down on your knees, panting for breath, your dress disheveled… Such a work of art you are, and he confirms that every time he coats you like this. He collects his cum from your face with two of his fingers and forces them down your mouth until you lick them clean. You moan softly once you are done and he admires you for a second, caressing your cheek with the palm of his hand.

It's so intimate and soft the way he touches your cheek, helping you on your feet and trying to fix your clothes as much as he can, not before squeezing your sensitive breasts again.

“You're such a perfect little plaything,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours, and you melt right away.

How can this man act like what you're doing is nothing? Why can’t you push him away and stop this? You try to find an answer but you get lost in his eyes and how they look at you. You know there is only lust in them, but you love it. The sound of the car parking outside the house alerts you and Ed fixes himself, pants and belt in its place again. Then, the main door opens. Lorraine's voice along with Judy's laugh illuminates the place as they go upstairs, the noise disappearing when they reach the bedrooms.

You look up and catch Ed's eyes, still on you.

“Does she know?” you ask.

“On our own accord,” is all he says. That doesn’t tell you anything. You want to push further. Maybe it is their agreement. Maybe you shouldn’t mess with their rules.

But this is wrong, you repeat yourself. He won’t stop and neither will you. And you know you’re just as guilty as him.

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metukika · 9 months ago

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