"I bet you miss my cock"

by Anonymous

Summary:

A couple days had passed since Guest had tricked 007n7 into having sex with him, and he was horny again.

But, 007n7 didn’t want to have sex with him.

Guest wasn’t gonna take no for an answer.

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Part 2 of my last fic "i wish you were her.", i recommended reading that one first

Notes:

this is the darker, more gut wrenching sequel to my last fic

this one is more noncon than the last so be warned (guest coerces 7 into saying yes, and as we know, coercion is not consent)

if this gets enough support i’ll write a very happy 007n7 fic (and more 007n7 angst 🌝)

A couple days have passed since 007n7’s last interaction with Guest, and of course, the isolation remained.

 

He had to watch Guest hang out with the rest of the group, while also knowing that everyone still hates him, and what Guest had done to him.

 

He wanted to cry, the isolation was bad enough, but being tricked into letting Guest use him like that because he was led to believe that it would stop was even worse. He’d rather die to his own son’s hands one-hundred times over.

 

He wouldn’t exactly consider what happened to him to be sexual assault — I mean, he consented, right?— but he felt used and violated. 

 

He had been with a couple of men in the past who weren’t the greatest to him, but none of those experiences hit as hard as what Guest did to him. 

 

The pure hatred and disgust in Guest’s eyes every time he looked at him made everything worse. As if he had approached Guest for sex, and not the other way around. 

 

Guest’s words played back in his mind like a record, 

“I’ll let you know when I’m horny again, slut.”

He was honestly scared for when Guest would come back to him, but he was more scared that he wouldn’t be able to say no.  

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Despite not being a man for rough sex, or for other men for that matter, Guest thoroughly enjoyed his experience with 007n7.

He was left feeling incredibly satisfied days later, but that satisfaction quickly turned into a hunger. He needed to be inside of 7 again. He needed to watch 007n7 crumble again. 

Despite being a soldier, Guest was never a super violent or aggressive man, only reaching hostility in situations where it was necessary. But, there was a deep, animalistic part of his brain that wanted to hurt 007n7.

There was something about 007n7’s pain that turned him on.

He needed to experience it again

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007n7 was curled up in his shitty bed, just staring off into the wall opposite to him. He was still trying to process what had happened to him.

He wasn’t crying anymore, but the evidence was clear on his face. He was shivering, both from the cold of his cabin, and from the psychosomatic pain plaguing his brain, heart, and guts. 

He was rudely awakened from his emptiness when the abrupt sound of someone pounding on his cabin door rang throughout his sad, little cabin that was really more of a shack.

He slowly rose up to see what madman could possibly want to talk to him.

He made his way to the door, only to be immediately greeted by Guest, who invited himself in the second 007n7 cracked open the door.

007n7 would be lying if he said he wasn’t frightened by the presence of the taller, stronger man. 

Guest sat down on the couch, patting down the empty spot, signaling to 007n7 to join him.

007n7 sat down, nervously gulping as Guest just stared at him, taking his time to begin speaking. 

“I missed your body.”

Those words hit him like a truck, he felt like he had something stuck in his throat, tears were lining his eyes.

Guest spoke again, 

“I’ll be back in an hour, prepare yourself for me.”

007n7 was about to just agree, when it dawned on him, if he agreed, Guest would get what he wanted and he would just be left feeling shitty again. And what did he have to lose this time? Guest wouldn’t be his friend, he’d be alone forever. 

“No.”

007n7 was trying to keep from crying or having his voice shake while he spoke, but he needed to stand firm. 

Guest was taken aback, he fully expected 007n7 to just comply like he did last time, and the fact that 007n7 thought he was worthy enough to say no to him made him mad. 

“What was that?”

Guest let his tone drop and moved closer to 7n, trying to seem bigger and more intimidating to the smaller man.

“I said no. I don’t want to have sex with you.”

007n7 was standing firm, but Guest wouldn’t take no for an answer.

He put his hand on his thigh and kept trying to talk him into sex.

“C’mon, 7, last time was so fun. I know you loved my cock.”

He started rubbing 7’s thigh, getting real close to him and whispering,

“I bet you miss my cock even more than I miss your chubby, little ass.”

That really did it for 7, he pushed Guest away from him, anger rising in his tone.

“I don’t want to have sex with you! I didn’t enjoy a second of it last time. And don’t touch me!”

This made Guest furious, he didn’t want to have to do this, but if 007n7 wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, he was going to take it. 

Or rather, make 007n7 think he was going to take it.

Guest grabbed him, and spoke with pure malice, 

“If you don’t let me get what I want, I will force myself onto you. Do you really want that? Wouldn’t you rather have a little control over the situation? Let yourself have the mercy of being adequately prepared?”

007n7 started to cry, he was crumbling down like a cookie between Guest’s fingers. 

Between tears, 007n7 finally gave in.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

Guest smiled at him,

“I’ll be back in an hour, be ready.”

Guest was noticeably more happy, he let go of 7n and walked out of his cabin.

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007n7  shut his eyes, he couldn’t bear to look at himself as he prepared his ass for the upcoming stretch. 

It felt good because he knew how to do it properly, but for some reason, he didn’t want it to feel good. Feeling good, to him, felt like enjoying it, and the thought that he enjoyed what was happening made his stomach wrench.

He moaned as his fingers repeatedly brushed against his prostate. The erectile tissue in his penis swelled and trapped the blood travelling south, making him hard.

He acted like that wasn’t happening. 

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Guest returned to 007n7’s cabin, he immediately let himself in. He had a couple of extra things in his hands this time.

His dick was up and ready for 007n7, his bulge getting even more visible in his strained pants every step he took towards 007n7’s room. 

007n7 had heard Guest’s sudden intrusion, he was sitting in his bed, blankets covering his lower segment. All he was wearing were boxers.

Guest opened the door to 007n7’s room and was greeted by the nervous man covering himself with blankets. He made his way over to 007n7’s bed and sat down. 

“Come here.”

007n7 obliged, sitting next to Guest.

Guest threw one of the items he had on 007n7’s lap; it was a dress.

“Wha- what is this?”

“Put it on.”

007n7 wasn’t super excited about wearing a dress, but he wasn’t going to try to say no again after the previous attempt.

He started to put it on in his current position — sitting next to Guest — but he was stopped by the soldier.

“No. I want you to get up in front of me and put it on.” 

007n7 nervously got up, dress in hands, and stood in front of Guest. He froze for a moment. 

“Go on.”

Guest leaned back, smirking.

007n7 started putting on the dress, he shook as he did so. He could feel Guest’s caustic gaze burning into his flesh. 

The dress was ever-so-slightly too small, the thorax of the dress squeezed into his chest, making his already laboured breathing more difficult. It highlighted every curve and roll of his chubby body. 

“Bend over the side of the bed.”

007n7 got into position without a word, he just wanted this humiliating ordeal to be over with as soon as possible.

Guest got behind him and hiked up the skirt of the dress, exposing his boxer-clad rear. 

He pulled down 7’s boxers, resting them on his mid-thigh, allowing his semi-erect penis to be free.

Guest unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He rubbed his bulge against 007n7’s anus, Guest’s boxers being the only barrier between flesh.

Soon, that barrier was broken when Guest also pulled down his boxers. He reached onto the bed to grab the other item he had brought that had been left on the bed. It was a tub of vaseline.

He opened the tub and scooped some vaseline onto his fingers and coated his dick with it. 

Seeing as 007n7 was already prepared, Guest was able to shove his dick inside of him without warning, or getting his fingers dirty. 

007n7 let out a strained gasp at the intrusion. He quickly went limp, he figured if he just pretended this wasn’t happening, it may as well wouldn’t be.

Guest made quick work, thrusting as deep and as hard as he could, milking an occasional yelp out of 007n7.

“Your pussy isn’t as tight as last time.. Mmm.. Still super tight, though.”

Guest was breathing down 007n7’s neck.

“Fuck.. Good girl.”

007n7 tried to ignore what Guest was saying, but it was difficult when he was right in his ear.

“So good for me.. Fuck, Daisy.”

007n7 was zoning out, finally able to ignore what was happening, but he was shocked back into reality when Guest spanked his ass.

He yelped, and Guest liked that.

Guest kept spanking various spots on 7’s ass and thighs, leaving red handprints in his wake. 

007n7 bit his lip, trying to stop himself from screaming as tears ran down his face. Guest suddenly pulled his head back by his hair, the shock from the sudden tug on his sensitive scalp caused him to bite down so hard that his lip started bleeding.

The taste of metal filled his mouth, the blood getting stuck between his gums and the spaces between his teeth, turning them an orange-red colour. 

Guest doesn’t know why, but this turned him on. He leaned down towards his shoulder and bit him. 

Guest continued fucking him super rough, using his strong, rough hands to grab and slam 7’s hips against his.  

“Good girl.. Fuck. Keep milking my cock just like that, slut. Gonna get you so fucking pregnant.”

Guest’s comments and behaviour had 007n7 thinking. Guest was clearly still pretending that 7 was his wife, Daisy, so, was this how he treated his wife? He didn’t know what would be worse, if he did or if he didn’t.

If he did, that would mean that Guest was just a shit man who put on a good exterior. But if he didn’t, then why did he act like this with 7? If he was truly the gentle, sweet man that he was seen as, then why did he treat 7 so badly? And what did 7 do to deserve this? 

“Gonna fill your tight pussy with my seed, gonna impregnate you so hard. I’m gonna watch you get fatter and fatter with my children.”

Guest emphasized his statement with the occasional spank to 007n7’s thigh.

Finally, he came right inside of 7’s juicy ass. He spanked him one more time as he pulled out. His semen dripped out of 007n7’s hole, dirtying the dress. 

Guest got up and just left. 

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007n7 remained on the floor of his bedroom, his back was against his bed and his knees were brought up to his chest, with his arms resting on his knees, his head lay on top of his arms.

He was crying. There was still cum seeping out from his hole, almost as if his rear was joining his tears. The dress Guest had made him put on was still tight on his body.

He wished he could go home, he wished things were normal again. He wished he was back to being able to go to the park with his son, pushing him on the swings, playing tag with him in the sand.

He missed that everyday.

Notes:

lets take a moment to appreciate canon guest 1337 because he would NEVER do this and probably be horrified if he read this

anyways, if anyone want me too i’ll make a part 3, i already have some ideas but they’re pretty out there… (butt plugs & watersports) so lmk if yall are interested in that! i’ll also take requests for other fics, they can be related to this plot or unrelated

(the one thing i will not write tho is anything involving underage sex)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of my anon work
• Part 2 of anon forsaken
• Part 2 of "i wish you were her." & followups