Overmorrow: Toy Bonnie x Reader ( Erotica / Smut )

Sounds of the mattress shifting around hum quietly in the room. The smell of sex infects the room with it’s addicting scent. Bon had you pinned down against the white linen sheets, stealing. Every. Single. Centimeter. Of your innocence away. He filled your mind with tv static. Your vision shook with each thrust he gave you. Focusing was impossible with his dick drilling against your womb.

“You sluts are the same,” his voice hits against your cheek huskily, leading deep into your ear. You felt the effects upon your skin immediately. The feeling spirals down your spine and bleeds into your hips. “You all need. My. Fucking. Cock.” Each word he fucked into your heat harder. Your chest bounces against the palm of his hand rhythmically with his thrusts. Your mind crawls at his words. Your stomach was blessed with his dick deep, deep in you.

“B-Bon...” You sheepishly moan his name—having no idea how to respond to the series of pleasure you were receiving. His fingers squeeze against your nipples; his aggressive words make your body melt and your chest bloat. His dick was too big for the newly bred hole, yet the pain from getting stretched only etched more pleasure into you.

The bed sheets were stained with your saliva and a mix of both your liquids. Your natural lubricant drips between your thighs with his precum. His thrusts kept constant with no signs of a break.

All of a sudden he pulls away and peers his gaze over you. A smirk grows with baring sharp teeth.

“I have to admit,” Bon licks over his teeth, “for a indecent whore you do look incredible.” He rolls his eyes after the compliment. “You actually had a lot to offer, how rare.” He grabs your arm and yanks you up. You were dizzy. The lust he transplanted into you was intoxicating. You couldn’t comprehend what exactly he was saying.

“Wha-?” You said softly. “Aren’t you worse than me?” You said without realizing you said it. It just, kinda slipped out.

His demeanor changes. He grips the back of your head, bundling his knuckles with large bunches of your hair and shoves your face against his cock.

“You’re gonna take every single fucking inch bitch.” He inserts just his tip. Your taste coats your tongue. A taste of salty stickiness. “Me? Worse than you?” He scoffs with song in his voice. He swirled his tongue around his mouth. You feel a glob of spit fall on your forehead and starts running down in between your eyebrows. “A submissive cunt wouldn’t have this much control, now would they? I wouldn’t be fucking your holes right now, would I?” His words were laced with venom; it only burned up your body more.

You gulp down more inches, trying to take all of him in your mouth. Before you knew it, his tip was already at the back of your throat. Your saliva sloshes against the veins. You felt his throbbing in every part of your mouth. You were trying to take in his harsh thrusts, but you could feel the nausea start to bubble in your tummy. Luckily, he rips you off of him and turns you around. He shoves you back down onto the bed on all fours, looming over you with a piss filled face.

“Worse than you.” He tsks as he repeats your earlier comment. “Worse. Than you?” He laughs mockingly and backhands your ass. A harsh red outline forms on the skin and then slowly fills with color. “Of course a fucking cum-filled brat would say that!” He spat on your back. You whine from the hypnotic abuse; you took it like a good fucking pup. Didn’t you?

Bon preps his fingers on your entrance, letting your juices drip onto his fingers. He continues to play with the liquids that puddle out of you until suddenly he plunged his fingers into your cunt, scraping the sides with his blunt nails.

You gasp from the sudden tactful contact. This only fed Bon’s ego, though.

“Look at you! Our dirty mutt is already all ready for me. Only getting turned on more from me scratching the insides of you, hm?” His voice was filled with pique fervor.

Bon takes more of your body. His fingers only go harsher. Harder with the same speed. Yet so much force floods your inner cavity. He claws deeper inside of you, even though you were sure he was close to your cervix. He wasn’t going to let his fragile masculinity get hurt.

Not again.

“Shit. You’re actually super hot like this. Kind of embarrassing, isn’t it?” He chuckles devilishly. Feeling more humiliated, your cheeks flush.

Suddenly you felt his fingers pull out. They were coated with a hazy musk of your scent and a delicious cloudy liquid.

“I don’t have you give you a single second of my fucking time.” He spits with boredom as he wipes his hand over your ass to get rid of the essence of you.

You were too weak to get up, but your heart winced once he pulled away. He made you addicted without a single drug. He knew that though. He manipulated you. You felt for him.

You turn your head to look at him, feeling pathetic for what you were about to do.

“Please..?” You say softly, followed by a hiccup.

“Ha, that’s it?” He scoffs and rolls his tongue over his lips.

“N-No?” You whine. You didn’t know how else to beg. You were too stupid to focus on any words. Your mouth was full of thick, watery mucus.

“Don’t whine at me, fucker,” he grabs your hair and throws you on the ground.

You cough as you recover your body from the sudden crash. Your sight whips around the walls. Anywhere you looked swirled and gave you vertigo.

“Bow.” Bon’s deep, commanding voice tuts over you.

You felt a sizzle run down your spine as you got on your knees. Crawling over to him took a couple seconds from how incredibly weak you were. He felt proud, though he made you like this.

“Head down, slut.” He demanded.

You slowly placed your head down to his feet. Bon was in full control, and you’ve loved every second of it. Cherished it, even.

He places his foot on your head, making sure to rub his heel into your cheek.

“Who do you belong to, mutt?” He hisses.

You pout, swallowing down the horny mucous at the back of your throat. “You!” You slur your words from your drunken state, “I belong to you! I need you Bon, I really need you. Please!” Your mouth spilled with words. Words your head couldn’t keep up with. “I want to feel you in me again, please. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, please! I need you Blu, I need you so, so bad! I’m dependent on you, addicted to you!” You fumble over your words trying to sound convincing. It was hard trying to string sentences together when you couldn’t think straight.

He lifts his foot out of satisfaction.

As you sit up he picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He presses you against the wall and positions his dick against your heat. After some repositioning on both ends and you attempting to help him, he slips in briskly with confidence.

A deep shudder escapes from his lips. He loved the way this position squeezes his shaft.

Instead of him thrusting, he bounces you with his arms helping you stay positioned. He held you tight, even giving you occasional kisses on your cheek and forehead.

“You’re lucky you make my cock feel good. I would’ve just left you here if you hadn’t.” He sneered at you then he attached his lips against yours, resulting in a passionate, sloppy kiss. You push your lips back with more eagerness and passion. You push your tongue against his slits, yet he pushes his tongue around yours, accepting the invitation mostly out of spite. hums through the action, grasping and taking more of you. Your moans were met with his as you both gained more friction. His thrusting got less sloppy, yet more brutal.

Bon would never admit it, but he did love you. He loved you more than anyone else in the pizzeria. He was obsessed with everything about you: your clothes, eyes, flesh, voice, and the way you dressed--they all excited him. He loved the warmth you radiated either through your smile or intimate moments like these. Your moans especially drugged him.

The kiss deepens as you both grow closer to cumming.

You hold your arms tighter around him the best you could with the sweat building up between the two of you. You try to create your own friction by dancing your hips against his thrusts. It wasn’t much, but anything closer to that edge only pushed you to try harder.

Bon tried keeping the thrusts steady, but he was beginning to get reckless again. Juices were going down Bon’s shaft, over his balls, and down his thighs. Ultimately, both of your secretions puddle on the tile below you.

You were wondering if you could ever be as important as Chica and Fred were to Bon. We both knew that was wishful thinking. It saddens you that this would probably be the only intimate moment you had with him. Fortunately, that’s far from the truth.

Bon pulls away from your lips, “Fuck, darling, you feel so fucking good!” He compliments you. It was seldom that he praised you. Your heart quickens. More stirring of emotions explode in your insides. You felt your heart race as you took all of him in. Emotionally and sexually.

“I’m glad I decided to waste my time with you,” he moaned against your neck. He phrased it as if he wasn’t the one who invited you in here in the first place.

You tilted your head to the side, letting him roam his tongue and lips wherever he wanted. His tongue scoops around your neck. He forms a dark purple mark mixed with reds and a pink border. He moves to the side and adds a handful more. You felt honored, not many people he fucks gets marked.

“You better feel grateful.” He pulls away from the heart shape he created on your neck. “You’re all mine now.” He smirks.

Your heart swirls with your stomach. You felt something push, or rather build up deep in your cavity.

“Bon! I-I’m getting close!” You latch onto Bon tighter. You try to stuff your moans away into the crook of his neck. It was harder to control the noises that escaped your lips.

“Oh Doll, what if I’m not done using you?” He mostly teased, but his eyes told a blunt story.

“You can do whatever you want. I’m your toy to use as long as you want,” you breathe heavily in obedience.

“You’re lucky I’m getting close too, pup.”

Bon pulls you off the wall and shoves you on the bed. He kept your legs around him, but in this position, he had more control with his thrusts.

You clawed at his back as you arch your stomach against him, feeling his warmth coat the inside of you. You naturally grind against his rhythm, feeling the room get hotter.

Bon grips his fingers on the sides of your throat. He squeezes tight enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, but nothing that would actually damage your windpipe.

The sudden pressure against your forehead and eyes increased the need to release. The pressure inside of you felt tighter, you begged for it to push out. You wanted to be filled with Bon’s love.

“When I start counting I want you to hold your breath.” Bon rolls his neck back with ecstasy laced in his eyes. “I’m going to count to thirty. You can handle that, can’t you?”

He must have picked up the build up of lust in your face after he put his fingers around your throat, or he just really needed to cum. Maybe both.

“When I get to one, I want you to cum, okay?” Bon asks for confirmation.

You nod.

“Thirty. Twenty-nine.”

You halt the exhale you were about to release and build up a lung full of air.

His thrusting got harder and rougher, using his weight to buck against the textured muscle. Everything felt so warm, so perfect. It was hard to pay attention to the first set of numbers from Bon’s perfect movement. Everything around you felt hypersensitive.

“Nine, eight, seven.” He made sure it echoed in your skull. Yet, he also sounded almost out of breath, as if he was just as desperate as I was.

Your body twitches. He kept getting sloppier, trying to chase down the orgasm that you both craved. “Six, Five, Four.” He counted faster and I prepared myself to. “Three. Two.” His voice was tense and hesitated for a bit. “One.” He stuffs his face into your neck as a throbbing warmth fills the inside of you.

You felt a string tug inside of you as your liquids gushed against his. Of course there was more of him than there was of you.

“God you’re so warm, baby,” He coos and slowly pulls himself out. You relax your back against the sheets. Some of the liquid gently pours out. “Now, I’m not one for after care, especially after they insult me, but!” He moves to the side of the bed and brings out some paper towels and a bottle of water. “I guess I love you, or whatever.”

Bon unrolls some of the paper and then rips it off once he deems it long enough. He pushes it against your heat, letting it absorb the mixture of fluids.

“Drink some, even if you aren’t thirsty.” Bon hands you the bottle after unscrewing the cap for you.

You take the plastic and sip on the hydration.

After he cleans himself off, he lies next to you and brings you into his arms in some kind of cuddling position.

You naturally lean into his embrace, still recovering your breath from the intense session you both just had.

Bon runs his hair over your hair, letting the pads of his fingers roll over the texture.

You flutter your eyes, trying to keep your fuzzy focus and heavy eyes open. You lose against the battle, ultimately letting your eyes close. A calm relaxation falls over you.

“I love you,” you say slack jawed from weakness.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too. I guess,” Bon chuckles as he pulls your head onto his chest. “Sleep well, dear. You need it.” He closes his eyes—only to rest them. “Lets hope Chica and Fred don’t come lookin’ for me,” He whispered to himself before stealing a glance at your beauty.