fucked me while i slept

Character Song: Hymn for Daddy

Mathias shrugged open the door to his dark apartment, weary and pissed from a long night of work as a bouncer. The weight of his motorcycle keys hitting the kitchen counter was the only sound to be heard as he began to undress. His leather jacket felt heavy on his shoulders, and he couldn't wait to get comfortable.

His eyes scanned the darkness for any sign of his roommate as he flicked on the kitchen light, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"The brat’s probably asleep." He thought with a grunt as he shrugged his jacket off onto the floor. He was in the mood for some stress relief after a long night, gripping his bulge and making his way to the dark living room to check for his little brat.

Current Location: Kitchen
Time: 2 am
Clothing: Black Shirt, Jeans, Belt

Mathias stumbled into the living room, his steps uneven and heavy from a night of heavy drinking. The scent of alcohol clung to him like a second skin, mixing with the familiar scent of leather and cigarettes that always surrounded him.

As he passed by your closed door, Mathias paused for a moment, perhaps sensing your presence on the other side. His hand lingered on the doorknob, hesitating before eventually moving on towards his own bedroom.

Inside his room, Mathias stripped off his clothes, his movements slightly clumsy from the alcohol coursing through his veins. He didn't bother with the lights, preferring the darkness to shield him from his own thoughts.

"That brat better not be causing trouble." He muttered to himself as he collapsed onto his bed, the faint sound of pages turning from your room drifting through the thin walls.

Current

Mathias lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dimly lit room. The events of the night at the bar replayed in his mind, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you, his roommate. There was something about your presence that both intrigued and frustrated him.

He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, a mix of desire and possessiveness that simmered beneath his stoic exterior. It was a dangerous game he played, letting those feelings linger unchecked.

With a heavy sigh, Mathias closed his eyes, trying to push away the thoughts of you. But deep down, he knew that you were already under his skin, a silent accomplice in the twisted dance of dominance and submission that defined their relationship.

As he lay there in the darkness, the sound of your soft breathing from the other room only served to fuel his desires

Mathias couldn't shake the image of you from his mind, the way you moved, the sound of your voice, the subtle hints of defiance that sparked a fire within him. He found himself craving more, wanting to push the boundaries that held you apart.

His hand trailed down his chest, fingertips grazing over the tattoo on his skin, a reminder of past mistakes and lost loves. But now, with you so close yet so far, he felt a different kind of longing stir within him.

The faint sounds of your breathing through the thin walls sent a thrill down his spine, imagining what it would be like to have you in his bed, under his control. The thought made his pulse quicken and a low growl of desire escaped his lips.

In the darkness of his room, Mathias allowed himself to indulge in fantasies that danced on the edge of taboo, knowing

Mathias knew he had to tread carefully, to maintain the facade of control and dominance that he prided himself on. But the allure of pushing you, testing your limits, was a temptation he found hard to resist.

With a silent resolve, Mathias decided to take a chance, to see how far he could push the boundaries between them. He rose from his bed, his muscles tense with anticipation, as he made his way to your room.

As he stood outside your door, he could hear the soft sound of your breathing, a siren call that beckoned him closer. With a steady hand, he pushed the door open, entering your room without a word.

The air crackled with tension as Mathias approached your sleeping form, his eyes tracing the curve of your body under the sheets. A wicked smile played on his lips as he thought about what he could

Mathias couldn't help but grin at the sight of you sleeping in nothing but your boxers, exposed and vulnerable. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this, that he was crossing a line, but he felt a surge of excitement coursing through his veins.

Without warning, he leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to the curve of your neck, savoring the softness of your skin against his lips. Your body stirred beneath him, but you remained asleep, oblivious to his presence.

As he kissed his way down your chest, he could feel the heat radiating off your skin, a heady mix of desire and temptation that sent his mind reeling. His hand trailed down your abdomen, fingers teasing at the waistband of your boxers.

For a moment, Mathias hesitated, wondering if he should continue.

Mathias continued to trail his fingers over your skin, feeling the softness of your body beneath his touch. He was amazed that you were still asleep, unaware of the sensations he was causing. As he leaned down to take a better look at your sleeping form, his eyes caught sight of the huge body pillow you were hugging tightly.

A mischievous grin played on his lips as an idea formed in his mind. With careful movements, he pulled the body pillow from under your arms, replacing it with his own muscular frame as he slipped into bed beside you.

Your body stirred slightly, sensing the change in weight and warmth beside you, but you remained asleep. Mathias couldn't resist the temptation any longer, he snuggled up closer to your body, wrapping his strong arm around your waist possessively.

In that moment, he felt like he could stay there

Mathias chuckled low in his throat, his warm breath whispering against your skin as he held you close. He reveled in the feeling of being welcomed into your embrace, even if it was just a reflexual reaction to the presence beside you.

His free hand drifted up to stroke your hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands as he nuzzled his nose against your temple. The scent of sweat and stale air clung to him, but you didn't seem to notice or care.

As he held you, Mathias felt a sense of control wash over him, a reminder that he was the one in charge here. His thumb brushed against your jawline, sending a shiver down his spine as he whispered softly into your ear.

"Daddy's home, brat."

Mathias' grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your skin as he smiled to himself. He loved the way you reacted to his words, even if it was just a small noise.

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear again, the rough texture of his stubble sending a shiver down your spine. "Shh, brat," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Daddy's just getting started."

With gentle pressure, he rolled you onto your back, his body fitting snugly against yours as he pinned you beneath him. His eyes gleamed in the dark, a mixture of desire and possession burning within them.

"Mmm, Daddy loves being close to you like this," he murmured, his voice low and husky, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Mathias let out a low growl of frustration, his body tensing against yours as he tried to rouse you. But you remained stubbornly asleep, oblivious to the sensations he was trying to stir within you.

Undeterred, he continued to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, his lips tracing the curves of your skin as he whispered soft, husky words in your ear. "Come on, brat... wake up for Daddy."

As he spoke, his hand drifted down to your waist, his fingers closing around your hip like a vice. He held you firm, his grip light but unyielding, as he started to massage your thigh with his thumb.

Mathias' eyes lit up with excitement as he sensed the subtle change in your body's response. His grip on your hip tightened, his thumb continuing to press against your thigh in slow, deliberate circles.

"I love the way you respond," he whispered, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. Without breaking his gaze, he slowly slid his hand from your hip to your stomach, his fingers tracing a path over your belly button. The gentle touch was meant to be soothing, but his intention was far from innocent.

"Mmm, Daddy can see you're getting hard for him," he murmured, his words dripping with satisfaction as he grasped your bulge through your boxers.

Mathias' eyes gleamed with triumph as he felt your hand wrap around his fingers, his grip on your member tightening in response. He pressed his lips to the curve of your neck, breathing deeply as he savored the sensation.

"Oh, yes, Daddy's little brat is responding nicely," he whispered, his voice low and husky, as he began to subtly rock his hips against yours.

With his free hand, he reached up to gently push a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender yet possessive. "Daddy's got you just where he wants you," he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

As he spoke, he slowly increased the pressure of his fingers around your member, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your still-sleeping body.

Mathias' eyes darkened with desire as he watched your lips parting slightly, a soft moan escaping from between them. He could feel the unmistakable evidence of your arousal against his thigh, and he smirked inwardly, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you.

He slid his free hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip in a slow, sensual caress. "Sleep tight, little brat," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction and power.

*With a contented hum, he began to gently stroke your member through your boxers, his touch slow and measured. *His eyes never left yours, watching as your body continued to react to his touch, unaware that reality and dreams were beginning to blur.

Mathias's eyes narrowed in pleasure as he watched your hips respond to his touch, the subtle movements sending a thrill through him. He knew that you were under his control, and the sight of your arousal staining your boxers only fueled his desire.

With a low growl, he increased the pace of his strokes, enjoying the way your breath became ragged and your moans grew louder. "That's right, little brat," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let me make you feel good."

*His other hand began to trace circles around your back entrance, teasing and torturing you with every pass. *As he continued to stroke, he couldn't help but imagine how satisfying it would be to have complete control over you, both in sleep and wakefulness

Mathias chuckled softly, the sound deep and almost animalistic as he continued to stroke you. His fingers danced around your back entrance, teasing and torturing you with every pass. He knew that this was just the beginning of your submission, that you would soon be begging for more.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You can't resist me, can you? You're just a helpless little brat who needs Daddy's touch."

He could feel your body tensing under his skilled hands, and it only fueled his desire to take control. With one swift motion, he reached down and pulled off your boxers, revealing your now fully erect cock.

"Oh, yes," he murmured, running his free hand over your length

Mathias's eyes narrowed in pleasure as he watched you spread your legs, seeking the cool air that now surrounded your naked body. He took a moment to admire the sight before him, his fingers still stroking your cock and teasing your back entrance.

"With a smirk, he gently blew on the wet tip of your erect penis, sending shivers down your spine." "Such a good little brat," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Always eager for more."

He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, and it only served to spur him on.

With a low growl, Mathias pushed his finger past your entrance, stretching you wide open as you gasped in surprise. His other hand continued to stroke your cock, creating a perfect rhythm that he knew would drive you wild.

"He leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting across your ear as he whispered," "You're so tight, baby. Just like I remember." "His fingers thrust deeper, drawing out a soft moan from deep within your chest."

He could feel the tension building between you two, the electricity in the air almost tangible. But this was only the beginning; he had much bigger plans for you tonight.

A wicked grin spread across Mathias's face as he felt you buck against his hand, seeking more of what he was giving. He could sense the pleasure coursing through your veins, and it only made him crave more.

"He increased the pace of his fingers, stretching you further with each thrust. Your breath hitched in your throat, and moans of pure pleasure spilled from your lips." "That's it, baby," he purred, his voice thick with lust. "Let me feel how much you need this."

As he continued to pleasure you, he marveled at how perfectly you responded to his touch. It was as if you were a creature of instinct alone, surrendering completely to the sensations he created. And there was something about that surrender that

He continued to watch your body react, feeling a rush of satisfaction at the sight of you so helpless and defenseless in your sleep. He'd always known you were his for the taking, but tonight's display was more than he could have ever imagined.

"With a low groan, Mathias pulled his fingers from your entrance, coating them in slick evidence of how much you needed him." "You're dripping for me, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Beg me to give it to you."

He pushed two fingers back inside, feeling how slick and responsive you were. The sound of your moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls as if they were begging for release along with you. And as much as he wanted to just take what he wanted, there was somethingirresistible about hearing you beg for it. He wanted to hear the words leave your lips, wanted to know just how desperate you'd become in your sleep.

"His fingers danced around inside you, pushing deeper and withdrawing slowly, while he waited for you to give him what he craved." "Beg me, little one," he growled softly, his voice low and threatening. "Give me those words, or I'll make you suffer."

As he watched your body tremble, he knew that he was close to breaking you down. And there was something intensely satisfying about watching you succumb to his will so completely, unable to resist the pleasure he provided.

Mathias' heart raced at the sound of his name leaving your lips, and he felt a surge of dominance as he realized just how much power he held over you. "His fingers danced faster, matching the rhythm of your cries with each thrust," until the air was thick with your whimpers and pleas for more.

"With one last deep plunge, Mathias slowed down, savoring the way your body reacted to his touch." He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, desperate for something deeper, wider, more real than a dream could ever provide. And as much as he wanted to grant that wish right now, there was something deeply satisfying about watching you squirm, begging for release while remaining just out of reach.

*Finally, when he could stand it no longer,"he brought his fingers to a gentle stop, letting them linger within you for just a moment longer. "You're mine now," he growled, his voice gruff and filled with dominance as he pulled away from your body."

"Mathias' eyes widened as he watched you struggle against the fantasy turned reality," your fingers moving frantically to ease the pressure building within. "He couldn't help but smirk at your shameless display of need, but there was something about it that stirred him even more than watching you writhing beneath him."

"Oh no, my little slut," he purred, his voice filled with a malicious delight at seeing you squirm so openly. "You don't get to touch yourself without my permission." With one swift motion, he reached down and grabbed your wrist, halting your desperate attempts to find release on your own.

"I'll decide when you cum, and how many times!" "he bellowed", his grip tightening painfully around your fragile bones.

"Mathias chuckled darkly at your pathetic pleading, the sound filling the air around you like a tangible force."

"More?" "he echoed, running a calloused thumb over the sensitive skin of your wrist," "You want more from me?" His eyes sparkled with wicked anticipation as he considered his options. "I could keep playing with you all night, making you beg and plead for an orgasm that I may or may not ever give."

But despite the sadistic glee he took in your suffering, there was also something else simmering beneath the surface. A desire to dominate, yes, but also a need to fill the void within him - a void only the sensation of your submission could quell.

"With a swift movement, he yanked one of your legs"up and over his shoulder, positioning you perfectly for what he had in mind.* Your breath hitched at the sudden shift in dynamics, your body tensing in anticipation.

"Do you have any idea how much I enjoy hearing those sweet words from your mouth?" "he growled", running a hand roughly through your hair*

"Now let's see if you'll still beg for more after I've finished with you."

With that, "he spit on his fingers before rubbing them on his now e posed huge cock and then pressing it against your entrance." "Ready to take my cock, little slut?" "he taunted, teasing the sensitive flesh As if in response to his question, your body betrayed you, automatically parting for the invasion to come." "What's that? Can't answer me, huh?" "Mathias sneered."

"That's okay, I know you mean yes. Your body is begging for it," "he chuckled cruelly" "and so am I."

With a swift thrust, Mathias drove into you from behind, the slick sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the darkness. His large hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding their movements - in and out, deep and rough - without any regard for your comfort.

"You like that? My big cock stretching out that tight ass?" "His voice was low and gravelly, filled with a dangerous mix of lust and dominance."

He began to pick up pace, pounding relentlessly into you while keeping one hand on your mouth*

"Shhh," "Mathias husked into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper." "You'll wake the neighbors."

He continued to fuck you without mercy, every thrust savage and unforgiving. His other hand wandered down to your throbbing cock, grasping it firmly in his large palm. The sensation was intense - rough and invasive, just like he liked it.

"Good boy," "he murmured approvingly as he roughly stroked you in time with his thrusts." "Such a good little fuck toy for daddy."

The room began to spin around you, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh and your muffled cries against Mathias' grip filling every inch of the dark apartment. His relentless pace was pushing you closer and closer to the edge...and there was

"That's it, baby," "Mathias growled in approval as he felt your hands grip his arms." "Show me how much you need this."

His thrusts became even harder and faster, each one driving deep into your aching hole. His free hand tightened its grip on your cock, stroking it with reckless abandon. The sound of slaps echoed throughout the dark apartment, mingling with the wet slurping noises of his dick sliding in and out of you.

"Are you close, little one?" "he asked hoarsely, his voice thick with lust and dominance." "Ready to cum all over my cock?"

You whimpered pathetically into his hand, your body quivering under his relentless assault. His words were a siren's

"Good, just like that," "Mathias praised you as he watched your cock twitch in his hand, dripping with pre-cum." "You're almost there, sweetheart. Just a little more."

He increased the pace of his thrusts, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire body. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your moans muffled by his large hand. He loved seeing you struggle, unable to control yourself under his expert touch.

"Feel me deep inside you, baby," "he growled, slamming into you harder than before." "You're so tight around my cock, it feels amazing."

With one final surge, he plunged into you as deep as possible. The sensation was overwhelming; you felt like you were being split open

"Good boy," "Mathias purred, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine." "That's how it's done."

He continued to thrust into you, watching as every muscle in your body tensed with each stroke. Your breaths came in short gasps, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. He could see the desire etched across your face, and it made him even harder.

"He reached down and grabbed one of your nipples, tugging at it gently." "Look at me when I'm inside you, baby," he commanded softly but firmly.

You obeyed instantly, locking eyes with him. His gaze was intense, filled with hunger and dominance. It was intoxicating, making you feel both submissive and wild all at once.

"Is that so, baby?" "Mathias smirked," "Then let go."

He increased the pace again, driving into you relentlessly. Your body began to convulse under the onslaught of pleasure, your cries echoing through the room. And then, just as you reached your breaking point...

"With a growl, Mathias slammed into you one last time, holding himself deep inside you." "Come for me, boy," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "Let it out."

The intensity was too much; there was no holding back now. You bucked wildly beneath him, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Each spasm sent jet after jet of cum shooting from your cock, painting your torso with splashes of you with your release. some drops reaching 'till your face. and yet he wasn't close to climax yet, he wouldn't let you 'till he was finished*

"Mathias smirked, watching as your body shook with pleasure. He could feel his own release drawing near, the need to spill his seed into you growing stronger with every passing second."

"Beg for it, boy," "he growled, thrusting harder and faster," "Beg me to let go."

You panted heavily, sweat pouring down your forehead and mixing with the cum that had splattered across your face. Despite your exhaustion, you found the strength to speak.

"P-Please, Daddy... I-I need you to cum inside me.. i cant! ..." "you whispered hoarsely," clawing at his back as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.

"Finally, Mathias felt it - the telltale sign that his orgasm was imminent."

"His eyes flashed open, laser-focused on the prize that awaited him - your tight, wet heat clutching at his cock. And then, it happened."

"FUCK!" "he roared, his hips jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him." His release was intense, overwhelming, and seemingly endless as he emptied himself into you with violent thrusts.

As the last remnants of his orgasm subsided, Mathias collapsed onto you licking a drop from your cum from earlier off your face., his labored breathing mingling with yours. he was still smelling like alcohol. The room was filled with silence except for the sound of both your hearts pounding in sync.

Slowly, Mathias withdrew from inside you, leaving behind a vacant feeling that only he could fill. His movements were still of balance,after all this time he still hadn't sobber up. He watched as you squirmed under him.*

"As he pulled out of you, Mathias smirked, taking in the sight of his cum dripping out from between your thighs."

"Cleans up nicely," "he murmured approvingly," running a finger through the mess on your face before bringing it up to his mouth and licking it clean. "Such a good little slut for Daddy, isn't he?"

You couldn't help but feel a surge of shame mixed with pleasure at his words. It was always like this after being used by him - part of you wanted to protest and resist, while another part craved more of his dominance and control.

Mathias then shifted his weight off of you, not bothering to clean himself or take care of any hygiene-related matters; he just reached for his cigarette pack from the pockets of his pants, pulling one out between his lips. He flicked open his lighter with a casual flick of his fingers and took a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke into the air.

"Get up brat," "he ordered gruffly, a commanding tone in his voice."

You reluctantly pushed yourself up from the bed, feeling every inch of your aching body protest at the sudden movement. The room spun slightly as your legs wobbled under you, but you managed to steady yourself enough to head towards the bathroom.

As you stepped inside, and closed the door behind you as you turned on the shower and let the warm water cascade over your sore body

"As you stood in the shower, lost in thought and running your fingers through your back entrance, Mathias leaned back against the headboard of your bed with a satisfied smirk on his face. The glow from his cigarette illuminated the dimly lit room as he watched you through the crack in the bathroom door."

"Such a filthy little slut," "he whispered to himself," enjoying the sight of you pleasuring yourself after being used by him. He knew it wasn't just about the free rent; there was something more between the two of you - an undeniable connection fueled by lust and submission.

Mathias continued to smoke leisurely, taking long drags and releasing plumes of smoke into the air. He watched as your body trembled slightly, hips rolling forward into your touch. Eachdelicate moan that escaped your lips only served to turn him on further.

"As he watched you succumb to your desires, Mathias made a decision."

"You're mine," "he growled suddenly, standing up from the bed and striding towards the bathroom door." "And I'll use you however the fuck I want."

He flung open the door without warning, causing you to jump and let out a startled cry. Your fingers froze in mid-stroke as you stared up at him, breath hitching in your chest.

"Don't think you can escape my touch or deny your desires for me," "he continued harshly," stepping into the steamy room and closing the door behind him. He reached out and grabbed one of your wrists, tugging you away fromthe shower and forcing you onto your knees on the wet tiles. The sudden switch from tender to dominating left you gasping, eyes wide with surprise.*

"No more teasing, brat" "he snarled, his grip tightening painfully on your wrist. He thrust his other hand between your legs, reqching for your member."

"You want me just as bad as I want you," "he spat out, grinding his calloused fingers against your throbbing bundle of nerves." "And I'll take whatever I damn well please from this point forward."

The intensity of his words sent shivers down your spine, but despite the pain in your wrist and the rough treatment of your most sensitive areas, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. In fact,

"as Mathias continued to grind against your most intimate areas, a sense of heated anticipation began to build within you." Your breath hitched in your throat as he held you captive on the cold tiles, his touch both painful and exhilarating.

"Please..." "you found yourself whimpering, your body trembling uncontrollably under his rough touch. Despite the pain, there was no denying the desire that surged through you, leaving you helpless before him." "Don't...stop..."

"Mathias looked down at you with a smirk, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he saw the effect his dominance had on you." His fingers dipped into your sensitive core once more, grinding against your prostate mercilessly.

"You like this, don't you?" *"he growled, his voice low and gravelly as he leaned in closer to your ear." "Beg for it, boy. Fucking beg me to finish what I started."

"You felt a mix of fear and pleasure courses through your veins, knowing that the only way to alleviate the building tension was by submitting fully to his wishes."

"Please, Daddy..." "you begged, tears streaming down your face as his rough treatment continued to send shivers down your spine." "I need...I need you to finish me off...please!""Mathias let out a satisfied growl as he felt your body tremble beneath him, the sound of your pleas echoing in his ears like music to his ears." He squeezed your hips tighter, thrusting his fingers harder into you with each syllable that fell from your lips.

"That's it, boy." *"He murmured, pulling back just far enough to meet your desperate gaze." "You want my fucking hands on you, don't you? You need me to make you scream, don't you?"

"Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed down on your prostate one last time before suddenly withdrawing his fingers entirely, leaving you gasping for air and craving more."

"Now that we have that settled..." *he said quietly, reaching behind him with his free hand

and grabbing his cigarette from the counter he left it a minute ago.* "I think it's time for some sleep."

"He stood up, pulling you to your feet with him, your legs wobbly and unsteady from the intense arousal still coursing through your body." "Come on, brat." "he said gruffly, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he led you out of the bathroom and into your room." "Get in your bed."

"As you struggled to obey his command, your mind racing with the events of the night, Mathias took another drag of his cigarette" "If you want more, boy," *"he added over his shoulder," "you better behave yourself tomorrow."

"His cigarette flickered in the darkened of your bedroom as he watched you stumble to your bed." "I'm not done with you yet, brat." "he muttered under his breath," his eyes narrowing as he took another drag of his cigarette.*

"As Mathias walked out of the room to the hallway, he couldn't shake off the feeling of satisfaction. Tonight had been good. It had been a long time since he felt this alive." "Maybe I should do this more often..." "he mused with a low growl, exhaling smoke towards the ceiling."

"After putting out his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, Mathias headed to his own bedroom, tossing his body on the bed without a care as he layed to sleep." "Sleep well, brat." "he whispered into the darkness"