ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒ ~ Arny Parsons x Fem Reader

Chapter Fourteen

"Are you wet?" Arny asks as he pulls your bottoms down your legs. "Do I make my good girl wet?"

"Y-Yes," you stutter out.

"Good," he smirks. "I want to test out some of the new toys I bought."

He pulls out a bullet vibrator of its box and switches it on to its lowest setting.

He presses it to your clit, the vibrations sending pure bliss through your body.

"Arny!" You moan out, your head hitting a throw pillow.

He turns up the speed as he inserts two fingers into you. You grip a pillow as a moan erupts from your lips.

"That's right, love. Scream my name for me," Arny says just as he flattens his tongue over your clit.

"Fuck!" You scream, not caring if your neighbors hear.

Arny drops the toy and licks your folds above his fingers. He pumps his middle and forefinger at a fast pace, your juices squirting out.

"Did I allow you to cum, y/n?" Arny says angrily.

"N-No," you moan out at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out.

"Look at the mess you've made," Arny shakes his head. "Now, I have to clean it up."

Arny licks your cum off your thighs, which causes you to shutter. You run your hands through his hair and pull slightly. You push his face further into your pussy, reminiscing in the ecstasy and euphoria he sends you into.

"God, Arny, I love you!" You say out loud.

You pull his face up to yours, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips.

"I'm ready," you say out of breath. "Please, Arny, I'm ready."

"Okay," he says peppering kisses on your lips.

You take off your jacket and throw your shirt over your head.

Arny begins to undress as well, throwing his shirt onto the pile of clothes beside you. You can feel his erection against you, and it's almost enough to send you over the edge. Almost.

"Look at me," Arny says firmly. He kisses your bandaged wrist, making your heart throb. "Tell me when to stop, okay?"

"Okay," you breathe out heavily.

Arny aligns himself to your entrance and slowly pushes into you.

You let out a pained groan, tears running down your face.

"Should I-"

"No, just keep moving," you grab onto his shoulders and pull him closer.

He moves at a steady pace, letting you adjust before picking up the pace. This one of the few moments you thank your best friend for convincing you to get the birth control in your arm.

"Arny," you pant out, "I love you. I love you."

"Say it again, love," he says caressing your face.

"I love you," you say louder and pull him in for a passionate kiss.

Arny grips your waist as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

"I love you," he says through the kiss.

You feel your walls clench, Arny feeling it too, and know you're close.

"God, you're tight," Arny says pulling out just to slam back into you.

You let out a yelp and dig your nails into his shoulders. You begin to meet his thrusts, needing more of him.

You can feel your walls clench, and so does Arny. He twitches inside of you, and you now know that you're both at the point of reaching your highs.

You squeeze your thighs around his waist, pulling him closer and scream as you clench around him again.

"Arny-"

"Cum, love! Be a good girl and cum for me!" He says as his nails dig into your hips.

You can feel his seed filling you as you squirt all over him.

It takes a moment before Arny collapses on top of you, your sweat mixing together. You run your fingers soothingly through his curls, pushing them back and scratching his scalp gently.

"Please don't do this again," Arny says gently caressing your wrist. "Call me, and I'll be here. Just promise to never resort to this."

"I promise," you kiss his forehead.

After you've both regained your composure and your strength, Arny guides you toward a warm shower. He lathers your hair with shampoo, rinsing it off gently and repeating the action with the conditioner and body wash.

You decide to make an early dinner, settling on steak and mashed potatoes. You would make more, but your legs are wobbly.

You guys spend the rest of the night cuddling and laughing. Talking about nothing and everything.

That's how you should be treated. It's what you deserve.

Meanwhile...

"Fucking bitch!" Will slammed his fist on the jail wall. "You'll pay!"

"Keep it down!" A guard hisses at him.

Will glowers at him but quiets his temper. He sits patiently in his cell, irritated with his cellmate who seems to be coming off of something.

"William Papa," an officer announces into the jail hall, "you've been bailed out."

"About time," Will muttered under his breath.

"Hello, dear," a woman with black hair embraces him, but he doesn't return the gesture. "Why so glum?"

"I've been imprisoned for over a week, Leila!" Will growled out. "Why do you think?"

"How dare you speak to me that way?!" Leila hissed out. "I am your dominant and you will treat me as such!"

Will balls his hands and clenches his teeth.

"Yes, Mistress. I apologize," he bows slightly.

"As you should," she rolls her eyes. "Did you handle her?"

"Not completely, but I know a way," Will sighs frustrated. "I'll need some help."

"Anything to take down that irritating daughter of mine. I should have killed her in the womb," Leila snarls at the thought.

"Then let's get to it, shall we?" Will smirked.

"We shall," Leila smiled darkly and pulled out a photo of you smiling widely. "I'll kill you myself if I have to. Y/N."

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A/N:

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