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bts-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 14

VMin - Spanking

Spanking, Mention Cum inflation, Crying, Dom/Switch/Sub relations

"Our Taehyungie has been awfully naughty today Y/N" Jimin states as you walk through the door.

You find the pair on the sofa, Taehyung looking rather sorry for himself, kneeling on the floor at Jimin's feet. The blonde has a firm grasp on Taehyung's hair keeping him in place.

"What did I miss?" You ask, moving to crouch next to the brunette man.

"I came home to find Taehyung sprawled across the sofa moaning your name as he jerked himself off," Jimin explains.

"Oh dear," You tilt Tae's chin towards you.

"I thought you were on a masturbation ban baby... How else are you going to be able to fill Jimin with so much cum you can see it in his tummy? I thought that was what you wanted?" You shake your head and push his face away from you.

He begins to fight his corner, begins utterances and forgets them just as quickly in order to get you to forgive his transgression. You cut him off before he can form one solid sentence.

"How do you think it made poor Jiminie feel? All he wants is to be so full of you, and you've let him down." You frown once more at the man on the floor before turning your attention to Jimin.

"I think he needs a good spanking, remind him who gets to make the decisions around here." He says, puffing up his chest, fingers still threaded in Taehyung's hair.

You glance between the two, watching how Jimin takes great pleasure in tugging slightly, every so often thinking you might not notice. Teahyung tries not to whimper each time, wanting to prove he can behave.

"And who exactly is that, Jimin." You say, with expectation in your voice.

You glance pointedly at his hand and he immediately releases, smoothing the distressed hair until it lays flat again. You watch the way the younger man leans into the soft touch and any meanness you thought you had mustered up immediately dissipates.

"You are Y/N." Jimin says sheepishly.

"Right." You nod. "But both of you seem to have forgotten that, so I need you both on my bed with your trousers down before I've finished making myself a drink, which I notice neither of you thought to do for me today…."

The men glance at each other briefly before scrambling towards the bedroom. You shake your head and watch as they trip over one another trying to be the first into the room. They are loud as they try to decide exactly how this is going to go for them, squabbling so noisily you can hear it from the kitchen as you take time pouring your drink into a glass. You take your time waiting till they quiet, straining to hear your footsteps. Eventually, you down the remainder of your drink and make your way into the bedroom.

Each man is knelt over the edge of the bed, pillows beneath their knees propping them up. Their trousers are folded on the desk in the corner of the room. It's almost too delicious a sight to ruin it with dark purpling bruises. Their bums face you, bared and unmarked, ready for your punishment. You take your time to observe the two, watching them fidget under your gaze. Neither of them dares look back, focused on a particular spot on the wall ahead of them. Eventually, you take pity on them.

You watch their heads perk up as you open your playtime drawer. You select a paddle from your selection. It's nice and wide, solid wood, a personal favourite of Taehyung's.

"I think Jimin should be first, don't you agree?" You only hear groans in response.

Jimin probably still hasn't come to terms with the fact he is being punished alongside Taehyung, and Taehyung just really hates to wait.

"Jimin, I need you to tell me why you're being punished?"

You use the paddle to caress his cheeks, seeing him flinch as the cold paddle touches his bare skin.

"I... I…." He swallows hard. "I started to punish Taehyung before you came home."

You let out an approving sound so he knows he is on the right track.

"I was upset that he ruined our plans, but I know I shouldn't take that into my own hands." Jimin continues.

"Good boy, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay." He says, so you move forward with the punishment.

You raise the paddle back about 6 inches before quickly slamming onto his left cheek. There is a small thud and Jimin jerks forward. You repeat the motion another 3 times before finally bringing the paddle back even further for a much harder final hit. You can see the rectangular outline imprinted onto his skin. You reach out to rub the dark spot gently.

Jimin whimpers at your touch, sniffling as he presses himself into the mattress away from your touch.

"You're finished now Jimin, please sit up for me."

Obediently, the blonde stands and twists himself to sit on the edge of the bed favouring his right side. You reach forward and wipe the tears from his cheek before leaning in to kiss his forehead softly.

"Are you okay, angel?" You ask, making sure he maintains eye contact.

"I'm okay." He nods.

You nod in return and gesture for him to scoot back and lean against the headboard. Then your attention returns to Taehyung. You run a hand down his spine so he knows it's his turn. You dig your nails in as you get to the base leaving scratches in your wake.

"And why are you being punished Taehyung."

"I was too impatient and ruined our chance to play a new game tonight." You can hear the pout in his voice, you know he is making that stupid face he pulls whenever he wants something.

"And are you sorry about it?"

"I'm very sorry Y/N, I just missed you guys today." He tries to be sweet, justify his actions and lessen his sentence.

It doesn't work. Instead, you check on his well-being and begin his punishment. You begin with eight swift hits, four per cheek, ensuring he remains uncomfortable every time he tries to sit for the next few days. For the final two blows you abandon the paddle, placing it back in place in your dresser, leaving Taehyung to breathe, and panic just a little.

"Two more baby, can you take it?" You ask.

He nods in response. You lean over him to check he isn't lying to you. Tears stream down his cheeks and his lip is bitten to almost the point of bleeding. You ask him once more and watch carefully as he answers you again.

"Please, carry on." You oblige, leaning back and raising your hand.

This time the smack is loud, it echoes around the room. You can feel the sting radiate through your palm as a perfect carbon copy appears on your lover's bum. You strike the other side with the same amount of force, making Taehyung sob. You gesture for Jimin to reach the salve you keep on the nightstand and apply it liberally to Taehyung's inflamed skin. He flinches away as the cold cream soothes his skin.

"Okay, move forward onto the bed baby, side or front only for a little while." You say, putting the salve away.

The brunette crawls up the bed and collapses into Jimin's lap. The pair cuddle as you go about setting up the room for bedtime. You check in with them both one more time before you leave the room to fetch drinks from the kitchen and soft PJs from the laundry room. You return to find both men have abandoned their shirts and pulled themselves as close to each other as possible, Jimin the small spoon. Somehow they still managed to lie diagonally, taking up all of the space.

"And where am I supposed to sleep?" You ask, shaking your head.

You smile lovingly at the pair as they glance from each other to you and back again before making just enough space for you to fit in front of Jimin.

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subtaegguk · 2 years

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Begging-Sub Kim Taehyung

you come home to walk in on tae masturbating and as a punishment, you sit aside and watch as he humps a pillow. making him beg for you to touch him but while you ignore his cries.

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"tae, i'm home!" you call out walking into your shared apartment. you kick off your shoes and let out a deep sigh of relief from finally being home after a long day. you were ready to just cuddle up with your boyfriend and catch up on some conversation. being with him always makes you feel better after a day at work. you place your keys and other belongings on the coffee table and make your way towards your bedroom.

"tae?" you call out again while walking up to the door. that's when you hear a high pitched whine coming from the other side. you stop as you were about to turn the doorknob and raise an eyebrow, listening again closely. you hear a moan this time and notice some faint wet sounds of lube being used. you don't recall him texting or calling you asking for permission to touch himself, actually you don't recall him texting you at all today. he told you before you left not to worry about him and just focus on your work with a kiss on the lips.

"y/n... fuck, please." you hear tae moan out again, quite loudly and the wet sounds intensifying. that's when you decide to walk into the room and disrupt his 'fun'. you watch tae's head whip towards the door in shock, he notices you and his eyes go wide and his face burns in shame. he quickly tries to cover himself up by grabbing a pillow from behind him and kicking the bottle of lube off the side of the bed. it falls with a loud thud and he flinches still looking at you in shock.

"is this why you told me not to worry, hm?" you ask, clearly not happy with the sight in front of you. you can feel your eyes dropping into a glare and your hands lightly twitching at your sides. tae continues staring with wide eyes, fiddling with the pillow in front of him. you walk up to tae and tower over him, snatching the pillow from covering him. he scrabbles to take it back and once he realizes he lost it he covers himself with his hands, feeling too exposed.

"i'm sorry y/n. i-i didn't expect you to be home so ear-" he starts to ramble and fumble over his words trying to make an excuse for disobeying you. though you hardly listen to him as you're thinking about a punishment to give him. you eye the pillow in your hand and smile a little when you come up with a plan. you place the pillow on the bed and place a finger over tae's lips to get him to stop talking. he immediately quiets and swallows, looking up at you with his pretty brown eyes.

"no excuse. get on the pillow, now." you command, leaving no room for argument. tae looks beside him to see the pillow there and looks back at you questioningly. you give one nod in response and raise an eyebrow at him as if you dare him to test you any further. he stares at the pillow once again and then climbs over it, one leg on each side. he hear him quietly hiss as his still hard cock comes into contact with it. you sit on the bed beside him and pull tae's hair so he's looking at you. he whimpers and grips the pillow underneath him, hips twitching against it, already so needy for you.

"since you're so desperate to feel pleasure, use the pillow to feel good." you spit with a glare and let go of his hair. you go to sit at the head of the bed against the headboard to watch while tae starts to move his hips slowly. you watch as his hips move a little faster and grind deeper as a frown grows on his face and a groan comes out of his mouth. you smirk as he grips the pillow tighter and tries again at a different angle, only to come out short and lets out a loud whine.

"what's the matter taetae, not enough?" you laugh at his struggle. tae looks up at you and whines again, pressing his hips deeper into the pillow trying to gain more friction on his cock.

"y/n, please. not enough, i need more." he whines out. you smile and scoot down the bed until you're in front of him. you look down at his cock against the pillow and laugh at the spot of precum starting to form. looking back up at tae, you lean into kiss him, only when tae leans in to capture your lips you lean back with a smile making him cry out. "please, i need you. i need your touch." he cries out. you notice his eyes starting to become glassy from unshed tears and you decide that you want to see them fall.

"i bet you do, but you won't be getting it right now," you start. you push tae's sweaty hair back from his forehead and he leans into the touch, whimpering. you smile before gripping it again and bringing his face close to yours. "you'll cum on this pillow or you won't cum at all, okay?" you finish, letting go of his hair and leaning back to watch him again. you notice the tears have started falling from his eyes and you smile, satisfied. as much as it may seem like tae hates this, you know he secretly likes it by the way his hips have not stopped moving since he started and the wet spot has grown since the last time you checked.

"y/n, please just a little touch? i'm begging." he moans out, moist eyes squeezed shut and his grip so tight on the pillow that his knuckles are white.

"no baby, but thanks for asking," you say with a smile, noticing the way tae's hips jump from the denial. "besides, it seems like you're enjoying the pillow and you were enjoying your hand earlier. seems like you don't need me baby." you finish with a sigh. that was tae's breaking point, his whole body shivers and he starts to grind against the pillow faster and harder than he has since he started, his moans and whines loud and beautiful to your ears.

"i do, i do need you y/n! only you, please touch me!" you moans loudly, more tears leaking from his eyes as he continues to reach his orgasm. you smile at how easy is to break him down to where he belongs, how pliant he becomes from just a few words. you love how you can make him whine and beg for you so easily, how you're the only one that can.

"sorry baby, but no. are you gonna cum soon, hm?" you ask. you notice the way his legs won't stop trembling, his cock won't stop leaking, and his moans can't stop coming out. he nods his head wildly, one hand letting go of the pillow to flick his nipple and making him tremble even more.

"i wanna cum, but i need you y/n, please." he whines out. he's such a needy mess for you and it makes you want to give in, but he also has to learn his lesson somehow. besides, you know he likes it, he gets off on the humiliation and the torture.

"you take what i give, since you're so needy to touch without permission. cum on the pillow tae, or don't cum at all." you say, repeating yourself from earlier. tae cries out, but his hips never stop moving and his body never stops trembling, taking pleasure in you being so mean to him.

"fuck, y/n... i'm gonna cum!" he moans out loudly, his breaths picking up and his grinding becoming faster. he comes when his fingers pinches his nipple. his hips stutter and then stills, his moans are high pitched and short, his legs shaking violently. you praise him as he cums, running your hand through his hair gently. as he comes down, you continue your praise and he whimpers from such an hard orgasm.

"so good for me, you took your punishment well." you tell him once he's fully down and laying on your chest. he whispers out a 'thank you', exhausted from it all and only wanting to be cuddled and babied. you kiss the top of his head and rub little circles on his back until you feel his breaths slow down and become even.

[Not my work]

#bts #bts x reader #taehyung smut #sub!taehyung × dom!reader #bts x you #sub!taehyung #femboy taehyung #sub bts #bts smut #bts v #submisive and breedable #sub taetae #sub v #sub kim taehyung #kth x reader #kth smut #bts thirst #army #bts army

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https-cyber-slxt · 1 year

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Random thought (nsfw)

So imagine that V's energy is also the same energy that Griffon and Shadow have. So if V is tired, so are they and if V is energetic, they're filled with energy too.

So now imagine that Griffon and Shadow are busy fighting demons outside of an alleyway, and coincidentally you, yes you, are literally blowing V's back out in that alley.

He's really really trying his hardest to keep his noises down, his hands pushed firmly against the wall to keep him up right as he fucks back into you, his ass slapping against your hips.

It all felt too good for him, the adrenaline he feels when this happens, it's all too much for him, and within moments his climax washes over him like a wave, his hands move from the wall to around your neck.

This adrenaline, this burst of energy, it wasn't only V feeling it, with Shadow and Griffon just outside the alley, their powers grew even more stronger, slashing and electrocuting everything in sight, until that energy suddenly went away.

“You felt that too didn't you?” Griffon asks his jaguar companion. Shadow growls in agreement before turning to where he last saw his owner, Griffon turns over to the alley too and cringes in disgust. “Blegh! What the hell you two, get a damn room or something!”

You look over at V's companions and smile awkwardly, the tension feeling as if a child had just walked in on his parents having sex.

Awkward......

#vi shitposts ☆#this is like #so random #but i just had to get it out of my head #sub v #dmc 5 #dmc #devil may cry #dom reader

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hellishlibrary · 5 months

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fucking smartass characters dumb>>

warnings: male reader, any gender for {{char}}, character getting dominated, sub!char, dom!reader

They were helping you with your homework after school today, because you were failing advanced math. He degrades your ability to solve the problems and laughed in your face if you told home to help you solve the problem when you got it wrong. As you kept coming back for more help, one day you snapped and pinned {{char}} against their couch, watching smugly as {{char}} squirmed underneath you.

How pathetic!

Their beautiful eyes looking up at you, both nervously and aroused, feeling a problem stirring in their pants/skirt. You sense their aroused feelings towards you, you then rub your knee against their sex. {{char}} let out small moans as you press your knee harder against their sex.

should i continue this??

#oc smut #sub character #top male reader #top reader #bottom character #p in v #character x reader #character x you #x reader #smut

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funkynumaki · 1 month

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Identity V fingering headcanon (PT.1 (?))

Characters included; Luca Balsa, Andrew Kreiss, Mike Morton, Victor Grantz

A/N: this is my first post + my first time writing smut so I apologize if it's not the best!

Warning: fingering (g), praise (r, g), dacryphilia on Andrew and Victor's!, dom!reader x sub!characters

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|| Luca Balsa

- when you first brought it up he'd be surprise, but he's thrilled to try it out.

- the first time, he'd fidget a lot trying to get used to the feeling of your fingers inside him but when he's comfortable enough he's really into it.

- he wouldn't even hide his noises, it really shows how much he enjoys it.

- "are you sure you're okay with this?" You ask, still a bit uncertain. Giving him a chance to back down if he's uncomfortable with it. But, instead Luca nod looking at your lube covered fingers as it line itself on his hole. ".. Yeah.. Go on" He said, already out of breath. You nod at his approval, your finger find themselves sliding inside his hole. You could almost immediately feel him clench around you as his grip tightened. "F-fuck-..." He let out a small moan at the feeling trying to get used to it. He leaned his head to the crook of your neck, his dick throb at the sensation of being filled by your fingers. "Did it hurt?" You ask, willingly to stop if the pain is unbearable for him. Your fingers stopping their movement inside him. "Yeah.. A bit.. Don't stop. Please.." He whine when he feel your movement stopping inside him which followed by your smile of relief that you didn't hurt him. Your fingers pick up its pace again with each passing second he grow more and more comfortable with having your fingers inside of him. Starting to let out louder breathy moan as he lean in to get more contact with you.

"O-ohh fuck-! Please.. S'fuckin-good-..!"

|| Andrew Kreiss

- would be very hesitant, so getting him comfortable enough to agree will need a trustful relationship.

- he's so sensitive, he has no experience with any intimate moment so it's best if you start slow with him.

- the first time he feel your finger inside him, he's already shaking from pleasure. Moaning and whimpering your name while at the same time trying to covered his mouth to prevent himself from making noise.

- "a-ahh... Ple-ase-.." He whine as your finger continues to thrust in and out of his hole. Your movement is still slow and gentle, as he hide his face on the crook of your neck. Trying to mask the noises that's about to fall from his lips. "Please what, love? I want to hear you say it.." You cooe in his ear, your tone can be heard as a need for him to just tell you his desire that he's been trying to mask. Andrew's dick twitch as he feel your finger slowly starting to thrust a bit faster. "I- need y-you.. Please... Ne-need you s'bad..!" He begged feeling you fasting up your movement. His head fall back as he let out a soft cry. "Does it make you feel good, love?" You smirk feeling him clench around your fingers not wanting to lose contact to it. "Use your words" You whisper in his ear, reminding him.

"Y-yes... Love it-love it s'much--! Please... I-i need it-"

|| Mike Morton

- he was actually the one who brought it up, mostly because he had been edging in his seat to ask you to try it with him since forever. Which of course, you agree.

- feeling your finger inside him, he'd let out a choked moan. He was expecting it to feel good, but not this good.

- would buck his hips to get more sensation of your finger inside him.

- "oh shit..-" Mike let out a choked moan as he throw his head back, your finger sliding in and out of his hole in a faster pace than before. "You enjoy this way more than I expect you to" You whisper in his ear, loving his reaction. Mike mosn loud as he lean in closer to you, his teeth sinking on your skin. His body shake from the pleasure. "S'good-! Fu.. Ck-! Please-please-!m-more-nh" He whine out, bucking his hips lower to get more friction from your finger, watching his desperate plead you chuckle. Mike lean in closer to you wrapping his hand around your shoulder as he nip your neck. His mind too clouded to form an actual sentence. You smile fasting up your pace, your finger brushing against his prostate "Beg more then, love" You cooe softly.

"Please-pl-ngh-ease.. -! Want you s'bad--! S'good-..!a-ahh--"

|| Victor Grantz

- he was surprised when you ask him to try it, but there's almost nothing Victor wouldn't do for you.

- he's eager to please you, so when you decide to change up a notch and please him he was taken a back, but he'll do it as long as it makes you happy.

- he wasn't expecting what he just feel being fingered by you, the way his mind starts to get numb. And how it felt so good he can't even registered it for a moment.

- "aww.. Look at how adorable you are like that, f'me?" You cooe, trailing kisses on Victor's neck to his collarbone. If it was possible, there would be small hearts flying on top of his head, he was at pure bliss. "S'good... I-ilove-yo-mu.. Ahh--! Ch!" He cries out, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your finger thrust deeper. "Be a good boy for me and tell me how much I'm pleasing you, right now, why don't'cha?" You grin, nipping on his neck, leaving some love marks on his neck. His head thrown back, as he arch his back when your finger brush against his prostate. "S'good.. Please-- L-love.. You-so mu-angh--!" You chuckle at his attempt at forming a sentence. Teasing him even more you lean in closer to his ear. "What's that? I don't bear you the first time, love"

"Ple-ahh-! It's s'good.. -you're s'good--! I-loveyou.. so-mahh-uch...--!"

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request are open!

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lustychan · 1 month

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Pretty boy .・゜゜・

Warnings- fem. Reader, p in v, lil over stimulation, mentions of alcohol consumption, sub Yuta, Dom reader , cream pie, pussy drunk Yuta, dick drunk reader

Authors note - not proof read idk wrote it at 12 am posting at 1 , just living off horny.

You've known Yuta since high school and your relationship has only been a friendship nothing sexual. You're currently in college; living the college dream of going to parties, getting to know some guys and focusing on your major.

You just got home to your shared dorm with Yuta, and you were just on your phone relaxing, until Yuta stumbled in to the room noticeably drunk from his red face and slurred mumbles to himself.

"Yuta are you alright!" I yelled worridly at him.

He stumbled over and fell into my bed "Mm [reader's name] your home early " he managed to slur out.

You didn't answer but in your mind you were panicking because Yuta wasn't the type to drink and to see him like this made you wonder if something happened.

"What happened Yuta?"

"Hhng nothing I just wanted to have something to drink".

"But you're not the type to drink and especially not this much; but lets get you sobered up"

You put him on your bed fully and went to get him some water, after you got him some and he drank it you took off his jacket and shoes and put him to bed.

Feeling yourself getting tired too you fell asleep next to him.

It's 2am and Yuta woke up quickly, looking around wondering where he was but eventually calmed down when he realized.

Because of his panic it woke you up too and you tiredly ask him what happened.

"Oh- nothing sorry for waking you" he said embarrassingly but was blushing a little when he realized he was sleeping next to you.

You then start questioning why he came in so drunk and he eventually caved in and told you why.

"I.. the reason why I did it is because I was trying to drink away my problems" he said blushing from embarrassment.

You question more about what the problem was and he revealed that he had feelings for you and didn't know if you felt the same.

Hearing that you didn't say anything but instead you got on top of him starring down at him.

"W-what are you doing [reader's name]!" he said flustered.

You start grinding down until him and you can feel him getting harder underneath you.

"Nnhg ah- W..whats gotten into you"

You let out a breathy moan "ha just showing you what I wanted to do for years"

Yuta was suprised at what you said but his mind was getting too clouded to think straight anymore.

You paused your motion and got off him to start taking off your your clothes leaving yourself bare.

Yuta felt a lump in his throat and his face got even more red if possible, quietly staring at your body. Hesitantly he reached out to touch your breast, you grab his hand and made him mould your chest gently.

You soon started kissing him roughly, your tongues dancing together perfectly, it made Yuta's head dizzy and was moaning softly while it happened.

You pull away slowly, only a sting of saliva connecting you guys.

"Have you ever fingered someone?" You asked curiously and Yuta hearing this question quickly got flustered and shook his head slowly.

"Well.. let me teach you"

You slowly grabbed his hand and put it in your mouth to wet his fingers, once it was wet enough you took it out of your mouth and brought them down to your heat.

"Now slowly tease it and insert slowly" you smirked at his reactions to you teaching him.

He followed your instructions and slowly entered one finger and slowly pumped it in and out, you moaned out softly at this and that encouraged him to go faster and add in more fingers inside you.

"Ah ahh hnhg m-maybe your going too fast"

Yuta ignored you and continue his pace. He found a steady rhythm and it made your pussy gush with pleasure and you can feel yourself about to cum so shakingly stop his hand.

"Mm no I wanna finish on you"

Yuta pulls out slowly and watch as you slowly pull down his pants and underwear.

When you saw how pretty his dick was it made you drool and you start thinking about what it would be like to have it in your mouth and in you.

You slowly went down and start to lick his tip teasingly, pearls of white sticky pre cum started leaking out. Yuta was moaning above you, then you swallowed his dick whole, immediately his hands grabbed your hair but you continued to bob your head up on down it at a steady speed.

You look up to see Yuta with a euphoric look on his face, with drool running down his mouth while he's moaning loudly, you can feel him start to twitch in your mouth so you pull of suddenly while ignoring his fucked out whines for you to continue.

You went above him and slowly sank down on his cock and you can feel your brain turn to mush because of his girth and length.

You sat down on it fully and Yuta fully bottomed out, you start to ride him.

Yuta felt like he was going mad from how warm your insides felt and how it gripped him perfectly. His cock was hitting all the right spots and you were hungry for more of the sensation, you picked up the passed and started slamming your hips up and down roughly.

Both of you had a fucked out expression on your faces. Your face twisted in pleasure as you felt your self getting close.

"AH Yuta p-p-please cum inside me, fill me up ah- ah nhng" .

Through his hazy eyes Yuta saw your tongue sticking out so he dived in and kissed you.

Even though he was drunk on the pleasure he enjoyed the squelching wet sounds of your pussy.

Your hips started to get stutter and move sloppily so Yuta grabbed your waist firmly and slammed you up and down repeatedly in a more steady pace.

Your pleas for him to slow down fell on deaf ears and he continued to use you like a ragdoll.

"YUTA! mm ah- ahh I'm getting close, I'm sensitive-"

As you managed to spit that out you can feel yourself cum and coat his dick in your slick.

Soon after he came inside you as well only a little managing to slide down his cock.

Exhausted, you guys fell asleep together with his dick inside you.

When Yuta waked he jumped up and panicked wondering if what happened was a dream or not because he was clean and in new boxers. He went to the living room to see you on your phone.

You greeted him and asked him how he was feeling, he could bearly answer because of how red he was and how much he was stuttering, asking if what happened was real.

You teased him and asked him what he was talking about but when you saw his adorable puppy face tearing up you couldn't bring yourself to continue so you spent the rest of the day assuring and comforting him.

#anime #jjk x reader #smut #sub!character #dom!reader #fem reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #jjk yuta #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu yuta #p in v sex

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ent-is-indecisive · 2 months

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id : a digital painting in dark tones with a golden and purple decorated border. steve is kneeling, bare chested, with his back to the viewer. He is wearing pearl shoulder jewellry and a big circle sigil is shining on the middle of his back and connected to magical binds around his torso, neck and wrists. the end of these ties are wrapped in eddie's hand. Eddie is seated on a wooden vanity dressed in black dress pants and a sheer shiny shirt, open halfway. He is also wearing a ruby necklace shining the same colour as the magic and reflecting in his eyes. /end id

Here is the drawing i sent off for the reverse big bang and that @viviseawrites made so much better ! We've mostly worked separately so I am just as excited as you all to go read "they gave you life, and in return, you gave them hell"

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Games in the library 18+ MDNI

Aemond x reader (Tutor/gamer au) Fluffish and also smuttish

Tags: smut, library fucking, public sex and nerdy gamer references.

Cool devider credits: saradika

🔷Summary: Your GPA is tanking and you need help. Luckily there is the grumpy antisocial Aemond to help you out.

🔷Author's note: Based on tutor aus but I made my own spin on it.

🔷Wordcount :7324

🔷Warnings: Au universe, smut, desk fucking, p in v, dom/sub, reader x aemond, fluff, gamer references, cozy gamer gf and shoot-em-up bf (found something else? Let me know)

There have been quite a few storms lately, causing more rain and making the world a little gloomy. You don’t mind, however. You have always been a fan of rain. Unlike today, where it’s an extra reminder how much you rather spent inside, cooped up with a good game with a warm cup of hot chocolate, not running around your campus with your bag above your head, as if life depends on it.

You are relieved when you make it inside, in the beautiful library that was built long before you began this study. You notice a silver-haired boy with a missing eye sitting in the corner of the room, with his math books in front of him, impatiently glaring around, unaware you are already there. “Hi!” you enthusiastically say, placing your Starbucks coffee cup and handbag on the table in the big messy library you just entered. It’s a saturday so most students would not want to be found death here at this time.

You have a reason to be here, sadly. You are failing math, falling behind more and more on the subject. So your professor, Borros assigned you a very unwillingly tutor, Aemond Targaryen. He sighed when Borros suggested he should tutor you, even going as far to say that there is no use in tutoring someone who does not want to learn. There is truth in that, but the issue is not that you don’t want to learn. It’s something else.

Aemond glares at your cup before standing up and checking the time on his expensive smartwatch. “Why are you late?” Great. You were afraid of not getting here in time, seems like your Starbucks trip took a little longer than you had planned out.

You take out your phone. You are exactly 5 minutes late. There was a big line in front of Starbucks. And you forget you had tutoring today, to begin with. “I—uhm—forgot the time.” You lie.

He looks at your Starbucks cup accusingly. If it had feelings, the cup would feel attacked, perhaps even insulted, before it would hop off the large wooden table and into a nearby trashcan, ending itself. You would gladly follow it in the rabbit hole trashcan. “I’m sacrificing my free Saturday for you. The least you could do is get here on time.” There is always a bit of a gruff, Gringe-like edge to his voice as if someone just stole his presents and he is pissed.

You huff. He acts so high and mighty, and yet you know there is nothing personal about this. He does not help you because he is some godly angel. He helps you to get points. This is not a charity project for him, or a social project this is cold selfishness and part of his plan to become the best student of your class, likely a step 4 in his 10 plan step to world domination.

You smile sweetly when adjusting your ponytail. “You aren’t sacrificing anything. You get points and the chance to become Borros’s TA.’’ You tell him, dangling his reward in front of him as if it’s a carrot, just in case he thought about bailing.

He dreams of that position for some reason, though you can’t for the love of the gods figure out why. Perhaps for status, power, future learning references or just to get close to Borros? Your teacher had hinted that if he could somehow get you to improve your grades, there might be a chance he would become his teacher's assistant. That was enough to sway Aemond into teaching you.

Aemond briefly pushes his gold-rimmed glasses back on his nose, smirking at you. You feel a little nervous under his gaze. “Correct. That means that I decide how this lesson will proceed.’’

His cryptic description makes your mind wander back to the familiar gutter you have come to know so well. You make a mental note to stop reading dark romance books with tutors for a while.

You ignore him. That makes him eager to get your attention back. “No calls, no texts—for the next hour, you are at my mercy.” Sweet gods.

His soft pink lips briefly smack before breaking into a grin that sends shivers down your spine. You are thankful for the small bolero that covers your dress.

Aemond is a huge nerd. Kinda cute, but he doesn’t know how innuendos work. And he is certainly not aiming his innuendos at you.

“Okay. So, you’re like good at math, right?’’ you ask, a little insecure. You are worried he might not actually teach you anything at all, though he is smart, his hands almost always scorching through the air as though Borros is personally offending him with his questions. He reads advanced math books whenever you and your girlfriends hang out in the library, shooting glares whenever you are too loud, giggling or gossiping.

He seems insulted that you think so lowly of him.”’I’m the best in our class.” You never really kept eye on who is the best of the class, and you do not really ever cared. Who cares, as long as you keep up your GPA it is all fine.

But you are not dumb, you need to keep him as your friend for now. At least your ally. Your accomplice? You don’t know. You think you would be all the way at the bottom. ‘’Impressive.’’ You say, but you can’t bother to meet his eye before taking a sip of your very delicious pumpkin spice late.

His head tilts slightly when he narrows his eyes suspiciously, reading you as a open book. He huffs. “I can tell you don’t give a damn. Take out your notebooks, study books and whatever else you might need. It is time we start.” Whatever else you might need? You feel dread and anxiety fill your chest as you become aware of your thoughts traveling already far away from the lesson.

He brought an adorable little digital clock, that he puts on the table gently, before turning it on, exactly 120 minutes. He really does not want to be here a second longer than he has to be.

You faithfully take out your notebooks decorated with Sanrio stickers, Pokémon stickers and panda stickers, as well as your textbook, and your collection of Hello Kitty gel pens. You put it all out for him to see, flicking the textbook open in front of you.

Aemond stands up, briefly looking over your handwriting in your notebook. He wets his lips before speaking. “Good girl.”

You roll your eyes.

He gets up from the chair across the table, walking to the empty seat next to you. He sits down, glancing at some of your previous sums, together with little drabbles and doodles. “So—what do you have problems with?”

You can feel the warmth of his body and smell the fabric softener he uses on his clothes. He probably does his own laundry.

This will be a long hour. You sigh, before summing it up. “Addition and subtraction, analog time, multiplication and division…’’ And you forget dozens of other things.

Anything and everything that involves numbers. You have been that way since a kid, throwing tantrums whenever you were forced to do math or make a puzzle. Your brain blacks out whenever you are forced to make a sum, and after a while your brain is just completely fried.

He wrinkles his nose, thinking. “So, everything?’’ he summarizes dryly.

You nod. “Yep.”

His good eye slightly widens. “I can do this,” he mutters, to himself more than to you. He taps on an empty page of your notebook with his fingers.

‘’Write down ‘twenty-five plus eighty-seven’.”

You obey, faithfully writing the sum down in your notebook with your favorite Hello Kitty glitter pens.

Aemond looks at the pen with a sigh, bending over your notebook to see what you wrote down. His brows furrow.

You try your best to focus on his voice and his words rather than the fact that he sits so close to you and smells like fresh strawberries.

‘’Alright. Next, write down ‘one hundred and fifty-nine plus ninety-four’.” Again, you write it down as best as you can, in a reasonably readable handwriting. You hear him curse under his breath, exhaling.

“Five hundred and thirty-two plus six hundred and fifty-six..”

You write a bit faster, messing up a few of the numbers in the process. You are glad you are starting with the addition sums, as they come the easiest to you.

“Lastly, three hundred and fifty-five plus four hundred and sixty-six.’’ He looks at your sums. With one glance at his face, you can tell you’ve already fucked it up. “I said ‘one hundred and ninety-five’, but you’ve written down ‘one hundred and fifty-nine’. I said ‘six hundred-and-sixty-five’, but you wrote down ‘six hundred and fifty-six’.”

Great. He must think you are doing it on purpose. Embarrassed, you quickly scratch out the numbers you wrote down before sighing, cursing yourself for thinking this was going to solve anything.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he wonders. “Do you even want my help?” The nerve of this man.

“What do you think?” you snap, placing the cap back on your Hello Kitty gel pens. “You think you’re my first tutor? You think you’re the first who’s tried to help me? I’ve done all of this before, but none of it matters. Nothing will stick anyway.”

Your voice becomes squeaky. You blink rapidly to avoid ruining your mascara. He must think you are so stupid. You are. So, so stupid.

Aemond looks over your work again, sighing and rubbing his face. “No,” he murmurs quietly. “You turn them around. Some of the numbers.”

That has been an issue since you were introduced to numbers. That and the bigger they get, the bigger the chance you mess it up.

“No shit,” you huff, searching your handbag for your tissues. You find them buried under your perfume bottle and use them to wipe at your eyes.

His feet move under the table, briefly touching yours.

“Don’t get mean. Just making an observation.’’ He scratches behind his ear. “What do you mean, ‘nothing will stick’?”

Great. He will piss himself with laughter when he hears this.

You’d rather not tell him, or anyone, really. It is embarrassing. You are a twenty-two-year-old girl who can’t divide the simplest numbers and, without a digital clock, you’d get nowhere on time. You wouldn’t even know the time. People can and have taken advantage of that just to bully you. “It’s complicated,” you say.

His usual gruff voice softens. “Alright. So, tell me.”

What is the harm? you wonder. Who is he even going to tell?

“I’ve got a non-verbal learning disorder,” you mumble. There. He knows.

“What?” he asks, a little too loud for your liking. Even if he had whispered, it would have been too loud. There is no one here, yet you are worried somehow someone heard.

You growl back, “Non-verbal learning disorder. NLD.”

It is a little less common than dyslexia—a lot less common, actually. You have heard that dyscalculia and NLD is a very common combination. That might be the reason you are so horrible at math. Part of your brain just refuses to understand it, which frustrates you, which makes you upset, and all that means you’d very much rather not do math at all.

Aemond becomes very quiet before admitting something you never thought you’d hear. “I’ve never heard of that.”

Where could he have, though? He is very clearly a math expert, not a learning disorder expert.

You look at your polished pink nails with gold glitter.

“Hm. Not surprised. You are perfect after all, aren’t you?” you ask.

He becomes grumpy and unbearable, as you become mad and perhaps jealous that he is so perfectly fine and normal, and boring. “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Aemond takes out his phone. You thought they were ‘forbidden’. Didn’t he say so earlier? You glare, insulted. You have a social life, after all, and the world suddenly seems far more beautiful than it had been before you began your suffering here.

“So, are you telling me you don’t know how late it is now?” He shoves a Wikipedia page in your face. He looked it up.

You take out your phone. “Of course I do. It’s fifteen-thirty.”

You don’t say the correct time. You say ‘fifteen-thirty’. Fifteen thirty. Not half over past something, am or pm bullshit. You say it how it is. It’s fifteen-thirty.

Aemond draws a clock in your notebook. You quite like the way he uses your Hello Kitty gel pen for it. “And in analog time, that would be?” He wonders, his voice trailing off when his one remaining good eye glances at you.

You shake your head as he draws two hands on the clock, and multiple numbers. “Oh, no one cares about those lame old clocks,” you smoothly lie, and it is part of the truth.

No one uses those old lame clocks anymore. Everyone and their mother has a cellphone. Why bother reading a clock if you have a cellphone? And in your case—why bother reading a language your brain seems to not understand anyway?

Aemond sighs, reading you easily. He scratches the clock out. “You can’t read them, can you?” He asks after he has scratched them out. You can either deny it or lie about it but why waste energy and time?

This man is too observant.

“I know that the big one up means ‘twelve’,” you say with a little smile, very proud that one thing did decided to stick.

You can see it on his face—it’s becoming more and more clear that you don’t need a tutor. You need a miracle.

He blurts out a question. “How did you even leave high school?” he asks. You don’t think he meant to hurt you, but he still does.

“How did you lose your eye?” you ask, lashing out.

Aemond sits up a little straighter. “That’s quite a personal question—”

You smile back, still furious and hiding your displeasure by ripping your nails. “Exactly.” you groan.

“Fine,” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I’m impressed, if anything.’’

Fake sympathy. Yeah.

This is a waste of time, you didn’t learn years ago, why would you learn it now? Why did you even came here to begin with? A little voice reminds you of just why you came over. “You don’t need to lie to me. I know I’m stupid,” you mutter when playing with your bracelet.

Aemond grabs your wrist, letting go almost the second his skin touches yours. “You’re not stupid. I know you can be very clever and an absolute pain in the ass when you want to be.” He grins. “Just… not with numbers.” He closes your notebook.

“Really?”

You know you are clever on other fronts. It’s just difficult to believe you aren’t stupid when you see how advanced your peers and friends are and you still struggle over middle school math.

He nods. “Yeah. I remember for a while in History and Language that you were a threat to my position as best student.’’

You’d liked History for a while, it’s true. You were good at it—that is, until you got a social life and it became an afterthought. What might have happened if you had stayed on that path?

You don’t understand why he wants to be the best. “I mean, you are already first in math, aren’t you?”

He should not push for perfection as much as he does.

He shrugs. “I don’t care. I have to be the best in everything.” It sounds empty. You might not be the only one with problems.

You try telling him what you think. “That’s a little… unhealthy.”

He snaps at you, suddenly scowling. “Well, I don’t have a rich daddy to pay my way into school.”

Ah. That is his issue with you. He thinks you’re a rich little girl that has a daddy that pays for everything.

You stare at your pink nails, briefly ripping at them before speaking. “I don’t either. Mine died when I was two. I have a stepfather, but he’s too busy fucking my mom and arranging vacations to Dorne for the two of them to bother with me.’’

Aemond’s chest sinks a little, regret written across his face. “I’m sorry.”

He sounds sincere. And, just like that, you realize your math session has turned into a therapy session.

You laugh despite your sadness. “Look at me, trauma-dumping all over you. Sorry.”

You open your notebook at the same moment that Aemond grabs your fingers.

“I think you’ve earned a break.” He awkwardly lets go of you again.

That’s fast. “We haven’t solved a single sum,” you say. “I mean, we can solve one. I think this one is doable…”

You look at your crossed-out sums. Oh, yeah. That happened.

His silver-haired head nods up and down, but he does not answer at first, staring at your nails. “Perhaps not. But we have discovered why you have issues with this. Go take a break. That’s an order.”

He cheekily smirks at you, causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Perhaps not butterflies—perhaps just straight-up lust. You want to pull this guy in by his sweater and give him a good tumble.

You lick your lips. ‘’Yeah? What will you do if I don’t, sir?’’

He leans in a little closer, his eye flickering to your ruler lying untouched on the table. “Let’s just say… you wouldn’t like to find out.’’

Aemond takes a bottle of water from his bag and a sandwich while you grab a hot chocolate from the machine in the library and a freshly baked muffin from your bag.

You eat your muffin and then take out your Nintendo Switch bag, starting the device up for a brief moment of relaxation. You play Animal Crossing for a few minutes, forgetting the world around you as you’re sucked into your peaceful little island.

Aemond is very silent as well, staring mostly at you.

“I’ve got one too.” You are sucked out of your island and back into reality.

‘’Huh?’’ He nods to the switch.

He means a Switch. You didn’t think he would be into games. You think he would be too busy studying, really.

“What game are you playing?” he asks, tilting his head, coming a little closer so he can see for himself, almost touching your skin in the process as he clumsily bumps into you. ‘’Sorry.’’ He murmurs.

“A very intense one,” you comment as a compilation happens on your screen. You want to restore your island from desertcore to cottagecore and right now, one of your villagers has decided to be a menace.

On Aemond’s lips grows an almost dreamy smile as he stares at you playing on your Switch. “Oh—like Xenoblades? Zelda? Hades?”

You’ve heard of all three, but haven’t played them. They are not games you think you would like. They sound difficult, full of combat, full of puzzles and full of realisation that you are stupid. So you stay far, far away from them.

“Animal Crossing!” You turn your Switch so he can see your former desert island as you turn it back into a cute aesthetic-worthy village.

He tries to blink, but he only has one eye so it looks a little awkward. “That is your definition of ‘intense’?”

It can be. It can be so intense you rage-quit. Some of these animals have no manners—you’ve certainly bullied a fair few off your island.

“You try terraforming your island when a lazy villager sits in the way!” You point with your finger to the panda cub that sits in the way, right where you want to plant a bush. “That’s Chester, and right now he’s making my life hell—”

The panda, or Chester, enjoys a sandwich while smiling at your avatar, unaware of the misery he is

causing.

“That panda is?” Aemond asks, confused. “The panda is the issue? Can’t you tell him to move?”

That would be so helpful. But, unfortunately, no—that is not an option.

You nod, turning your Switch back to you. “He just won’t leave. I can hit him with a net, but he would hate me,” you mutter. “Pushing him is useless. He’s, like, glued to this spot.”

Aemond smiles to himself. “Perhaps he is saying we should return to studying.” Chester would say that, the menace. He has not given you his photo either, the bear knows too much.

“He says to me that I can have five more minutes,” you say, smiling and blinking your eyes innocently.

He sighs deeply, exhaling before putting his arm under his head, watching you terraform around your island. “Cute.” He sits up straight, blushing and quickly pointing to your Switch, decorated with stickers from Stardew Valley. “I meant, uh, the stickers.” He quickly mutters, and you can’t hide your own smile.

The stickers are cute, but you can’t help but wonder if he wasn’t talking about something else. “Thanks, they’re from Stardew Valley.”

“I heard that game—” Whatever Aemond would say next would forever be a mystery. He is rudely interrupted by your fan dumping all over him, telling him the plot, the main features, and your personal opinion of the game in the world-wide record of 4 minutes as you ramble. “You’re kinda supposed to help this town flourish by bringing crops you grow, artisan stuff, to this community center. You can also romance and have children and have a pet. There is like magic too, but I wish it was more fleshed out-’’ You shut up quickly. You put your switch down.

He nods, but you can tell you are losing his interest.

“You can slay monsters, too,” you blurt out. “And you have different swords, weapons and stuff. Sorry. I kinda ramble.”

“I like it. It’s cute when you ramble.’’ Damn it. You feel your cheeks redden. Aemond watches the rain outside, before asking another question about Stardew Valley. ‘’Can I kill my spouse?” he asks as a follow up.

You know the modding community is very active, but they are like about dogs and cat breeds, about teleportation hacks and making portraits better. Not about you know, full-blown murder. “No…”

He frowns as if that surprises him. “Is there warfare? Can I take other people’s farms? Is there a princess for me to save?” No, no, and no.

You understand you two play different games.

“No, not really. It does have multiplayer, though.”

Aemond’s scoffing little smirk returns but it does not meet his hurt and very glossy eye. “I’m kinda a loner.” He laughs but there is a hidden sadness there. A sadness you relate too all too well.

“I am, too,” you say.

“You have dozens of friends.” You can still have friends and be alone.

He refers to the girls that you hang out with. Are they friends? You don’t hang out aside from the weekend. You can’t call them, if something has happened to you, and they definitely don’t know you game or have NLD.

“Yes,” you say, “but…none of them game, I guess? Like, in that way, I’m alone. And I don’t make friends easily. Not everyone likes the games I play. Some wouldn’t even call it gaming. So, what kind of games do you like to play?”

He suddenly becomes interested in his very well cared for nails, and you know you hit a weak spot.

“Crusader Kings II, Zelda, Hades, Xenoblades and shooters.” He tells you. ‘’Mostly single-players.’’

You don’t know Crusader kings, but judging by the name, you do not have a cute farm at day and a run a witchy cozy coven at night. “The bloody ones.”

He snaps his head to you, smirking a bit.

‘’Zelda is not bloody.’’ Before he looks at your hair and your lipstick. ‘’I think you actually like it, if you gave it a chance.’’ He says. ‘’I mean, there is dozens of npcs to talk to, a wonderful open world, and ingredients to forage and outfits to collect and to find. In a way, it is Stardew Valley but without the Valley.’’

He definitely heard about Stardew Valley before. ‘’You know a lot about Stardew.’’

He nods. ‘’My sister, Helaena, she plays it a lot. I wouldn’t know how to play it, however.’’ He confesses, slightly tilting his hands. ‘’It’s beyond me how you get anything done with a time limit and a stamina bar.’’

You smile, and you never thought you would in his company. ‘’Describe the story. Of that Zelda game.’’

He needs some time to think before telling you the main story. ‘’You see, with an adventure game that’s…that would defeat the purpose of playing. So: You are a hero, named Link. After 100 years, you awake in a shrine, and you hear a voice, and you need to save the kingdom and the princess.’’ It sounds very …male-written and male-aimed. You aren’t sure Zelda is for you.

You have another problem with it too.

‘’That sounds horrible. Imagine waking up from your nap, and suddenly you got to save the world.’’

At first he is confused but the moment he knows you are joking, he laughs, a very delightful sweet and welcoming sound. ‘’It starts very locked, but there’s so much you can do in the game, in my honest opinion it's one of their best entries in the series. There’s cooking, horses-’’ Horses? There are horses? And cooking? ‘’There is combat, but you learn quickly, at least I did. The monsters are actually clever, and in the beginning, its best to avoid them until you get decent weapons.’’ You aren’t sure. Combat? The monsters in the skull cave of Stardew Valley regularly kick your ass. ‘’There are puzzles too-’’ That is where you draw the line. No puzzles.

‘’Hell no. I hate puzzles.’’ You did as a kid, and still as an adult you can’t figure out how some people enjoy putting together these images, made up of 1,000 pieces and when they finish it, they destroy it too. Like what is the point? And it does not help you can never figure out where to start.

‘’I know.’’ That catches you off guard. Aemond does not pressure you into it. He simply accepts it. ‘’But they are fun. We can solve most problems in multiple ways. You can’t fuck this up, if you are scared of that. Even if you die, you can restart as many times as you like. And no one is going to call you stupid for it.’’ He promises you, when leaning in a little closer, touching your face gently.

‘’Not even you?’’ You ask, for confirmation, not sure why you care but you hate for him to laugh at you for doing something very rookie.

He shakes his head. ‘’No. It took me a lot of time to get the hang of it too, if you must know.’’ So he is not as perfect as he pretends to be. ‘’I already told you: I don’t think you are stupid.’’

You lean in a little closer to him, staring at his soft pink lips. You make your voice as dry as possible. ‘’What if I call ‘’Link’’ ‘’Zelda?’’ You ask him with a cheeky grin. Nothing annoys Zelda fans more than that.

He grins back, but has faith in you. ‘’I know you won’t.’’ That is true. You know that the Princess is called ‘’Zelda’’ but the person you play as is called ‘’Link.’’ To confuse the two would be like calling JojaMart Pierre’s general store.

‘’But what if I do?’’ You ask, getting a little cheeky. ‘’Hm? Sir?’’ You ask, pushing his buttons a little more as you grin.

He needs to make an effort to hide his smirk, quietly muttering when eyeing the stickers on your switch. ‘’Don’t push me, we are alone after all, and I’m very bored.’’ He murmurs, sending a shiver down your spine when his voice gets that rough edgy little dark edge.

‘’Are you …Interested?’’ You ask, surprised.

He lifts his head, a bit insulted. ‘’You think I would not avoid you like the plague if I wasn’t?’’

All this time you thought he hated you, but he had a crush on you. ‘’I thought you hated me! That I annoyed you!’

He blushes, quickly cleaning his glasses for some reason. ‘’No, I just don’t like it when I can’t control my feelings. Like I become very different around you.’’ You noticed. He puts walls around himself.

‘’You become a little angry bird or a Goomba.’’ You know for sure he knows what a Goomba is, and you know it as well. They are the adorable little creatures from Mario games that try to murder Mario and look grumpy.

He chuckles, mortified by your description.

‘’Please, no, gods, not a Goomba.’’

You do find the courage to tell him your final thoughts, before flipping your notebook again, picking up where you left with the sums. ‘’If it helps, you are kinda cute too, Aemond.’’ You tell him, and you mean it. ‘’Not that I’m into Goombas, but..Yeah. You’re cute.’’ You tell him.

He nods, absently before he becomes serious again. ‘’Did you ever try motivational tutor lessons?’’ Motivational what?

‘’What uhm do you mean?’’ You ask, a little lost.

He shrugs, smiling. ‘’Well, people are more likely to succeed if there is a reward for them in it.’’ You notice him biting down at his lips, avoiding your eyes.

‘’And uhm, what would my reward be?’’ You ask your body to betray you within mere seconds as you think of how he will reward you. You, on the couch on top of him when fucking him-

He grins, when slowly touching your legs, going to the space between your legs, to where your dress ends. ‘’Whatever you like,’’ he purrs softly in your ear. ‘’ A cup of coffee, a donut…’’

You nod, a little disappointed and curse your dirty mind. That man is a saint for trying with you. Aemond reaches out to grab something close to your textbook and your eyes follow his fingers. ‘’People are likely to succeed more if they are disciplined too.’’ He is just teasing you, you tell your very dirty minded mind.

You know he will make you stand in the corner or perhaps take your phone away. ‘’And what would my punishment be?’’ You ask, dryly when you copy the sums from the textbook.

Aemond sighs. ‘’I won’t do anything you don’t consent to, that is the first lesson.’’ You were taking a sip of your cold coffee and nearly spat it out, all over your textbook as your cheeks burned with interest.

‘’But if you are into a little motivation, I guess I can show you another use for this pretty ruler.’’ He mutters, tapping with the ruler against the palm of his hand. You notice he has excellent self-control. This will be fun.

Yet you are surprised, that the red sweater glass-wearing sniveling little best of the class into BDSM. ‘’You’re into Kink?’’ You ask, your voice is a bit strangled.

‘’That’s not an answer, little brat.’’

He totally is. Gods, just your luck, stuck with Aemond Targaryen who is secretly into brat taming. Whatever sums you wanted to make, will certainly get fucked up now.

‘’Do you expect me to really learn better?’’ You hope he understands that your brain is just not a regular brain. It won’t magically solve things now that you are motivated.

Aemond shakes his head. ‘’I kinda don’t. But it’s alright, love. I won’t get upset with you. Not really, at least.’’ He tells you with a grin. ‘’But I won’t lay a finger on you until I get your consent.’’ Such a gentleman.

‘’Fine, you’re free to touch me.’’

On his lips, grows a dangerous smirk as he grins, before sitting next to you. ‘’What is the square root of 48?’’ He puts his left hand on your knee and slowly makes his way to your thigh…

Fuck. ‘’Uhm, 4.’’ You blurt out. It is a gamble but you don’t care.

Aemond chuckles before tsking as a disapproving teacher, before grinning and telling you the correct answer. ‘’That would be 6.’’ You growl, a little angry you didn’t know it. But he softly murmurs in your ear, when his hands go over your body. ‘’Take off your coat.’’ He tells you coldy.

You let out a little squeak. He grins, adding softly. ‘’Again, if you want to, of course.’’

‘’I want you to strip too.’’ You tell him after you have taken your coat off.

He chuckles, thinking you can’t defeat him. That you don’t know his weakness. But he told you, earlier today without him realizing so. ‘’You can ask me questions but I know a lot more about math-’’

You interrupt him, smiling.

‘’What year did the Titanic sink?’’

Aemond gawks at you, before thinking deeply. It is a random event that did kill people, but it had no major consequences. ‘’1910?’’ He guesses. You grin.

‘’1912, take off your shoes.’’ You tell him.

‘’Fuck.’’ he murmurs, but obeys. ‘’If I go with the train at 9:20, and the train takes half an hour-'’ No way you will get that one, so you take your dress off, zipping your zipper down and exposing your black bra and matching knickers. Aemond’s breath catches slightly, exhaling when his pupils enlarge.‘’Good girl.’’ That is enough to worsen your arousal and to harden your nippels. Aemond watches as it happens, a pleased contemptuous smile on his lips.

‘’Tell me, little Brat. Darwin’s father has four children, Red, orange, yellow and-’’ It is a pattern question. A clear question. Red orange yellow are colors represented in the rainbow. ‘’Green?’’ The moment you said it, you repeat the question silently before growling.

‘’No! "It's Darwin!” You grow out.

He chuckles. ‘’You can keep your pretty knickers and bra on. I want you to sit on my lap.’’ You sit down on his lap, making sure to rub him a tiny bit in the process, to make him wild. He groans in your ear when forcing your ass down. ‘’Such a naughty little brat. And so wet for me too.’’ He murmurs in your ear when his fingers smoothly slide in your knickers, before toying with your folds, touching before inspecting your wetness. You twist on his lap, trying to force the finger to move deeper, harder, and rougher. Aemond pulls you tightly to his chest to avoid you moving at all.

You enjoy his control more than you should. ‘’Fuck…’’ You quietly mutter. He muses happily to himself as you squirm and twist on his lap.

‘’So tense, are we shy, little brat?’’ He is toying with you, torturing you.

‘’Aemond, please.’’ You beg, helplessly as he begins to fuck your body with his fingers, and you happily fuck his hands, clenching yourself whenever you are allowed.

You need to find release soon, and he knows it very well judging by his smirk. ‘’I’m afraid I won't listen to that name. You will call me Sir or you will refrain from speaking at all.’’ He says, and your fucked up little brain enjoys it too much.

That is so hot. He has an authority kink. ‘’Fuck!’’

He grins, as he takes a stance behind you.

‘’I’m afraid I can’t allow such crass words.’’

Oh shit. You feel your heart race and your stomach flutter with lust and butterflies and your curious mind wanders. ‘’Aemond…’’ He grabs you briefly by the throat, but he does not make it hurtful. He raises a brow.

You look at your shoes.

‘’I meant, Sir…’’ Your face is pressed down against the wood of the table, before Aemond growls.

‘’Nothing will save you now, little brat. You are all mine.’’

He grabs the ruler and your cheeks are spanked first with his fingers before he moves on to the iron ruler, hitting your cheeks with precision but hard enough for you to like it. You squirm on the desk, certain you leave a trail of wetness as Aemond uses the ruler on both your ass cheeks, finding a torturous rhythm. And yet you like it. You want it to happen again, you want to brat. ‘’Fuck,’’ you cry out as three of his fingers enter your pussy. His left hand is feeling you up, when his right continues to punish you for your sins. ‘’Sir, sir please!’ You moan.

‘’Are you sorry?’’ He asks, between fucking you on the desk with his hand and spanking you. You nod, furiously. He sighs, letting go of you and his fingers leave your spent wet cunt. ‘’Good. Don’t be naughty again or I will punish you again.’’ He warns you. You want to brat. And you want to brat so hard that he will punish you with his cock this time.

You bring your own fingers to your entrance but before that you can shove them in, Aemond has grabbed your wrist, painfully twisting it. ‘’Seems like someone can’t behave herself.’’ You nod, furiously as if you regret it deeply. Aemond sighs. ‘’Pull my pants down for me.’’ He tells you, and you inwardly cheer. You get to work, unbuttoning his jeans for him and pulling them down first, before staring at his boxers which barely hide his erected cock.

You pull his boxers down too, freeing his cock as the red swollen tip is pushed in your face, with clear precum on the edge. ‘’Get on the desk.’’ He tells you. ‘’Bent over it, the way I know you want to.’’ You know what he means very well, and you obey, bending over the desk so he could take you on it.

He sighs before grabbing one of your hands and wrapping your fingers around his cock. ‘’Make me go wild, and I’ll fuck your little needy pussy.’’ You obey, your back turned to him as you try to please him with your fingers rubbing his head and his balls.

You are bended, and Aemond opens your legs roughly and sharply, before going inside of you with his cock, filling you all the way with his length as you silently whisper. Aemond starts to trust and you become lightheaded and carried away on your pleasure. He fits so well. ‘’Sir,’’ you weakly mutter as he fucks you on the table, your book and hello kitty gel pens still present. Aemond grunts as an animal before grabbing the ruler, smacking your cunt this time, causing you to cry out in pleasure. ‘’Sir!’’ You repeat your own cry, before slamming your hips against his own, begging him to finish you. ‘’Please!’’

‘’Such a needy cunny. I’m going to come inside of you, little Princess. You are going to tell all your little whore friends about this, that you got fucked by a man in the library, used as a glorified slave. You will tell them how red and throbbing your little pussy was, and you will not tell anyone it was me. Is that understood, or do you need me to fucking explain it another way?’’ You understand, but you would love another explanation because it sounds so dirty.

‘’Another way. I’m pretty stupid.’’

He glares as if he disagrees with that.

‘’Very well.’’

Aemond grabs you by your hips again, fucking you.

‘’’N-no, Aemond, I have a party tonight-’’ You tell him, begging him to be a bit gentle.

He groans. ‘’I don’t care. Fuck your parties.’’

He did not get invited.

‘’Nhn!’’ You cry out as his cock cruelly fucks you, not giving a damn about your warnings.

Aemond’s lips briefly kiss your sweaty forehead.

‘’Delicious, such a good cunny.’’ He murmurs, rubbing your cunt until blood sticks to his fingers. You need a little push. Just one tiny push. ‘’And now, you will come for me, my slut. When I tell you, you will come all over my cock, soaking me.’’ You nod, bracing yourself.

Aemond fucks you harder and faster and it becomes difficult to hold your orgasm in. You need to release it, you need to find a release fast. ‘’Sir, please.’’ You beg, helpless. He grins, spanking your needy pussy.

‘’I know, but try to show some self-respect, my little brat.’’

You wordlessly wail. He sighs, before impaling you thoroughly and resting his hands on your hips. He whispers in your ear. ‘’Come.’’ You obey, freed from a prisoner and let go when you two fuck each other roughly, your muscles hurting from the rough fucking on the desk. And finally, you come all over his cock, just as he promised you would. He takes you two more times after that, bringing you close to two other orgasms, before denying those two. You are taken without warning and lose your control, coming all over him, earning you a spanking and a rough fucking before he comes inside of you as well, with a lot of curse words and grunts.

‘’Fuck, Y/N.’’ He murmurs, in your ear. You put your underwear and bra back on. The timer ends, revealing that two whole hours have passed. Aemond dresses himself quickly too, looking at your messy hair and glassy eyes.

You become aware of the feelings and the urge to run far away from them. ‘’I have to go.’’ You tell him.

Aemond stops you, gently and you know he has become himself again, dropping the dom-act.

‘’No. You seem to know some things about Kink, but after playing with my ladies, I give them aftercare. You deserve a bagel, or a donut, or fuck it, another Starbucks if you want. If we were at my place, I’d prepare a bath for you or give you a message.’’ He rambles on. ‘’Let me buy you something nice for your lunch, and at least walk you home.’’ He asks, no, begs. Your face melts at his sweet manners.

You put your stuff in your back, as Aemond zips up your dress for you, careful to avoid your hairs. He has done this before. You wonder how many times and with who. ‘’She is judging us.’’ He suddenly whispers, nodding to your hello kitty gel pen.

After two hours he has become just as mad as you have. ‘’She knows too much, I might drown her into my Starbucks later.’’ You tell him.

He does not approve of that idea.

‘’That would be sad and torture.’’

‘’Fine, I’ll just…put her in my pencil case.’’ You do as you promise him, putting the gel pens in your pencil case.

‘’That’s it, good girl.’’

He winks before following you to Starbucks.

‘’Hey, uhm Aemond?”’ You ask after you are waiting for your order. Aemond looks around a little amazed. He has never been here before, calling it a capitalistic hell.

‘’Yeah?’’ his hands nervously play with his rings. He can be so adorably shy.

‘’What are you doing tonight?’’ You wonder, hoping you don’t regret this. As in, he does not say no.

‘’Not much, I might actually play Zelda. Why?’’ He wonders.

‘’Want to come to this party with me?’’ You blurt out with a smile.

a/nthank you for reading let me know what you think. there might be a part 2 but i havent decided yet.

The eh creatures above the a/n are goombas.

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cloudy-em · 9 months

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hi!! can u do sub!lip gallagher maybe? plot is totally up to you i just feel like lip is so dominant usually n i wanna see a girl make him go into sub space for a change :)

of course babe!!

warnings: edging, vibrator usage, handjob, slight blowjob

sub!lip gallagher x fem!dom!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Lip," she starts, her voice trembling ever so slightly. It would be unnoticeable if he didn't know her so well. He looks up from his stack of papers, proofreading a classmate's college research paper and hums, signaling her to continue.

"I was just wondering if maybe we could try something new. In bed," she says. Lip perks up, excited to hear her proposition. She's normally so confident, and Lip is intrigued to hear what's gotten her so worked up.

"I want to dom you," she finally lets out, eyes closed.

"That's fucking hot," he breathes. "Hell yeah, babe, have your way with me."

"Strip and then lay on your back, hands behind your head," she orders. Lip doesn't hesitate, working quickly to follow her instructions. He didn't think it would be such a turn on to hear her boss him around, but he feels himself grow harder by the minute. He lays back as she demanded, and he can see the lust in her eyes as she approaches him.

"You're beautiful, baby," she tells him, and he literally moans at her word choice. "You want me to touch you? Hm?" Lip nods excitedly.

"Here?" she asks before kissing his cheek. "Or here?" She kisses his nose. He's groaning as she kisses him everywhere except where he wants her; his forehead, his biceps, his collarbone, his hands. He can feel the precum beginning to leak on his stomach and his dick is begging to be touched. Finally he groans.

"Can you please, please touch my dick?"

Y/N smirks and nods. "Well, since you asked so nicely." She licks one stripe from base to tip and Lip bucks his hips towards her mouth. She giggles at him, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. She squeezes slightly, and Lip whispers a "fuck".

She strokes him slowly at first, tightening her fingers around the swollen, red head. He continues to leak for her, moaning as she speeds up the pace of her strokes.

"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he announces, and she pulls her hand away. His eyes shoot open in shock, and she shrugs at him.

"I wasn't ready for you to cum," she tells him simply.

Y/N reaches over to the bedside table, opening a drawer and pulling out the vibrator Lip usually likes to use on her. She sees his eyes widen, and she smiles to herself. She flicks it on, grabbing his cock with her other hand and holding it up so she can press the vibrator to his base on the underside of his cock, just touching his balls. He moans, and Y/N smiles.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this, Lip?" He doesn't answer, too focused on how good it feels. She turns the vibrator setting up, and he bucks and groans.

"Answer me, please, pretty boy," she gently warns him and he moans out a, "Yes!"

"Hm, tell me what you like about it. In detail," she tells him, once again turning the setting up and now wrapping her lips around the tip, suckling gently.

"Oh, shit," he whines. "I um, oh, I love your mouth. 'S so warm. A-and the toy. Feels good!"

Y/N gives one hard suck, pulling away to speak. "Mm, I'm glad. You deserve to feel good," and she returns to sucking his cockhead.

He's a moaning mess for her, whining and begging and bucking his hips. She pulls away from him countless times just before he reaches his orgasm. He's frustrated, pent up, and almost crying on the bed as he loses track of how many times she's rubbed the vibrator up and down his dick.

This time, she pushes his cock against his stomach. It's throbbing, red, leaking and so so swollen.

"Okay, baby, you can cum whenever you're ready this time, okay? Let go when you need to," she tells him and he nods excitedly. She pushes the vibrator to the highest setting, pushing it hard against his cock and working it from base to head. Her other hand massages his balls, squeezing gently and feeling just how heavy they are.

Lip is an absolute sight to see. He's laying back, his hands tangled in and pulling his own hair due to his sexual frustration. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open as he lets out struggled moans and swallowed whines.

"Oh fuck! Please, please I'm gonna cum!" he practically shouts, and Y/N is ready for it, helping him to the edge.

He's shooting so much cum all over his stomach and chest, sticky white ropes everywhere. He would be embarrassed about how much cum he just released if it wasn't for his focus on how good it feels. Y/N helps him through, praising what a good boy he is and slowing her strokes and vibrator to a stop.

"You did so good for me, baby! I'm so proud of you," she tells him kindly before moving up to lick some of the cum from his chest. She scoops some up on a finger, offering it to Lip. He wraps his lips around her finger, eyes rolling back at how dirty it is that he's eating his own cum and enjoying it. He wraps an arm around Y/N's upper body, bringing her closer to him to lay next to him. He buries his face in her tits without a word, and she kisses his forehead and strokes his hair.

"You did so good, Lip," she tells him again. He hums in contentment.

"Maybe next time you'll let me peg you."

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i didn't think sub!lip would be that hot but 😳 damn

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