#this is basically ALL degradation and humiliation with no praise at all
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SYNOPSIS: Bakugou decides to put his delusional secretary in their place.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
word count: 9.6k+
genre: fluff, SMUT, maybe a smidgen of angst
tags/warnings: 18+! minors dni! reader is not the secretary, basically this other lady is trying to seduce your man but katsuki isn’t falling for it! marking, exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), riding, soft!bakugou but also mean!bakugou, humiliation (not really at reader), a couple spanks, office sex, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, princess, angel), crude language
author’s notes: this is very overdue, like incredibly overdue LOL i started this wip last year but could only continue writing during random bouts of inspiration. so i apologize if the smut is a little half-assed and if the characterization is questionable. but enjoy my late kinktober 2022 present to y’all
The sound of Dynamight’s heavy boots hitting the floor resonate throughout the wide hallways of his agency, drowning out the heels clicking behind him. A woman quickens her pace in an attempt to catch up to the impatient blond hero, rushing into his peripheral vision.
“Sir? Oh Bakugou sir~” The dulcet chime calling him is sickly sweet, enough to make him grimace. “I need you to look over these reports before I file them away.” She whips out one of the thick packets of papers clutch to her chest, bringing his steps to a halt which makes the hero point a glare at her.
“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you’re suppose to call me by my hero name.” Malice coats his words, dripping off his tongue as he swipes the reports from her fingers. The woman, to the hero’s annoyance, indulges in his feisty attitude.
“Aw, but ‘Bakugou’ is more fitting given how closely we work together!” She waves off his displeasure, hoping her excessively cheerful personality can tone him down. “I am your secretary, after all.” She leans into his space, too damn close for his liking by how he could get a whiff of her pungent perfume. The overbearing scent has him side-stepping to create more distance between them.
The blond rolls his eyes before giving the papers in his hand a once-over, not even granting her the satisfaction of eye contact. “You work at a Pro-Hero agency, not some ordinary office job.”
Normally, he isn’t one to admonish any of his employees unless they’re his sidekicks. He’s always out and about on missions, never dawdling around the office long enough to find anything to scold them about. So long as they were competent at their job, he never had to give them any earfuls. But this woman here has been testing that resolve.
A month into her new position, his secretary has been greeting him every morning with far more energy than should be considered possible at such an hour. Her regular tasks shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary. She was mostly tasked with filing villain reports and contacting other Pro-Hero agencies, but her enthusiasm warrants him to think otherwise.
She deliberately shares elevator rides with him, droning on and on about god knows what before getting off at her floor, ending their dull conversations with winks and wide-eyed smiles that make him want to gag. It’s one thing to be genuinely excited about your job, but it’s another thing to be attached to your boss at the hip. She’s at his beck and call when he doesn’t even ask for her.
One can chalk this up to her simply gunning for a promotion, buttering up her boss to garner his favor. However, Bakugou isn’t an idiot. He can read the air, deciphering the meaning behind her words and advances. Her deceptive guise of a hardworking secretary beneath those batting eyelashes is easily uncovered by him.
If she was really trying so hard for a promotion she’d approach him with more important topics in mind. Statistics, analysis, updates on villain activity and hero work. Y’know, discussions that would actually benefit his agency rather than waste his time.
Instead, Bakugou stands there listening to… this.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” her voice drifts off as she taps a finger against her bottom lip pensively, “we should consider holding a party to get to know all our co-workers better!” she proposes. The blond narrows his brows incredulously at her suggestion.
Oblivious to his lack of interest, she moves closer to him, caressing a hand along his hard bicep. She tip-toes her fingers up his arm before flattening her digits next to his ear to whisper, “Company members only, of course. But I’m sure we’d still have a fun time even if it was just the two of us, right?”
Recognizing the suggestive lilt in her tone, he shoves her off of him without even touching her, abruptly tossing his shoulder back. The secretary freezes and comes across the peeved expression on the explosion hero’s rough features.
“We’re here to beat villains and protect civilians, not throw dumb parties.”
“But–”
“Shut it,” he retorts harshly, not letting the bewildered look on the secretary’s face demur him. He shoves the reports back in her arms. “Just do your damn job.” With his brows taut behind his mask, the blond glares hard at her, watching her fumble with the papers before he resumes the rhythm of his combat boots stepping down the hallway. The hero gives her one last glance over his shoulder.
“And remember, it’s Dynamight to you.”
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Man, what an annoying woman.
Is the thought that plagues Bakugou’s mind as he stands beneath the running water in his shower, washing away the sweat and grime accumulated from another busy day of heroics. Yet he still can’t get the irritating thoughts in his head to do the same.
His fingers weave the shampoo through his spikey locks, the pads of his digits massaging his scalp. Glancing at his reflection in the foggy, glass screen door, he meets his scowling mug.
“Tryna get in my pants and shit… Worry about keeping your damn job,” he grumbles to himself exasperatedly. What he finds especially annoying is knowing his secretary will start the day again tomorrow as if nothing happened. Even with Bakugou’s firm stance at wanting to keep things strictly professional, she’s going to continue getting up in his space, trying to caress her nails up his arm, and stink up the place with what he swore was five different kinds of perfume sprayed on her clothes.
But Bakugou’s not some oblivious fool. He can recognize from a mile away what her goal is and he absolutely wants no part in it.
Besides...
“Katsuki! Dinner will be ready when you’re done showering!”
His head swivels toward the door of the bathroom. “Yeah I heard ya!”
He’s already got someone deserving of his time and affection.
You.
“’Kay!” you reply, voice gradually growing louder. Bakugou hears your feet plodding toward the bathroom door just as the door creaks open slightly. “I’ll leave you a new towel to use after you’re done showering, too.” Even through the steam, he can recognize your silhouette peeking inside to drop the towel off. Unbeknownst to you, behind the cloudy glass door of the shower there’s a smile that finds his lips.
After washing the lather off his hair and body, he shuts the water. The last streams falling from the showerhead glide down his skin, joining the suds on the floor before they all disappear down the drain. As the thick steam surrounding him dissipates, he covers his toned body in the towel you left for him.
While patting down the excess droplets cascading his blond locks, Bakugou puts on some sweatpants, but forgoes his t-shirt for now, leaving it hanging over his shoulder. He continues rubbing the towel around his torso as he exits the bathroom.
The savory aroma of thick cheeses and tomato sauces hits Bakugou’s nose the moment he enters the kitchen. He stops in his tracks to take in the pleasant smells, along with the sight in front of his eyes that effortlessly forms a grin on his face.
Your soft hums accompany the harmonious atmosphere of the kitchen. Bakugou’s ruby eyes rove over you shimmying your way around an array of pans and plates like you own the place (which you essentially do), watching you finish piecing your dinner together with a generous sprinkle of garnish and spices.
Eyes never leaving you, an expression of admiration and fondness paints his usually hardened face. With arms crossed over his chest, he could just stand there, admire you, and be more than wholly content. You could do the most mundane things and still have him wrapped around your finger—not that he’d ever mention that to you out loud of course. Occasionally, Bakugou wonders how he ever got so lucky with you in the first place.
You’re so blissfully unaware of your hotheaded boyfriend lurking nearby. It’s all the more apparent by how you abruptly pause as soon as you discover him idling in the kitchen doorway in all of his half-naked glory.
The blond doesn’t let the fact that you’re practically ogling his hard muscle slip past him, and definitely doesn’t miss your moment of hesitation before you avert your gaze, your cheeks growing hot. It brings a smirk to his face and his ego through the roof.
Bakugou tosses his towel and t-shirt somewhere off the side before coming to you. “What? Getting flustered or something, babe?” he taunts. His deep tone hovers next to your ear as his chest touches your back. His hands are on either side of you, trapping you against the counter.
“That fuckin’ hot that I got you this speechless?” His breath is so close to you, he just knows you have goosebumps trailing down your spine. He can tell by the heat swirling in your cheeks just how much he has an effect on you and he absolutely loves how easily he can get you flustered.
Though he can’t say he’s all but immune to your charms, either. He trails a calloused hand up your bare thigh and hips, giving your ass a firm squeeze through your booty shorts which causes a yelp to flee your lips.
Fuckin’ hell.
The way you were dancing around in these things, tip-toeing to reach high cabinets that caused the shorts to ride up slightly and give him a glimpse of the plushness peeking past the fabric already had Bakugou half-hard simply standing behind you. But being able to touch what was essentially his started to make the material of his sweatpants absolutely suffocating.
In a single motion, he spins you around. Your back is pinned against the counter as you’re forced to face him. The cocky grin plastered on his lips greets you.
Finally grasping your composure, you raise an eyebrow at him. “For someone who wanted to take a shower as soon as their stinky-self got home, you sure are eager to get dirty again,” you retort, tracing your hands up his arms to place them on his broad shoulders. “Work didn’t get you sweaty enough?”
The blond chuckles lowly at your cheekiness. His face inches closer, mere centimeters away from your lips. “I could go for an extra workout,” he says huskily, voice dissipating with the shortening distance between you.
His eyes are lidded as he targets your lips, hands leaving the edge of the counter in favor of wrapping his arms around your waist. To his surprise, when he darts forward he meets nothing but air.
Hearing your giggles beside him breaks the tension between you. He opens his eyes and discovers that you’ve tilted your head out of the way. Before he can open his mouth to spit a retort, you rest your head against his shoulder, arms winding at his neck.
“Food’s gonna get cold, big boy,” you hum.
The noise that leaves his gritted teeth is practically a growl. “Dun care about the food–” His hands at your sides play with the waistband of your shorts. “Would rather eat you out on this counter.”
He watches you gulp down the lump in your throat, finding the idea tempting as a dull throb aches between your legs. But to his dismay, you don’t want to let him indulge in you just yet.
You lean forward to kiss his cheek to prepare him for your next words, “First and foremost, dinner. And then I'll let you do whatever you want with me. How’s that?” You tiptoe to peck his nose one more time for good measure before wriggling free from his clutches. You shuffle away to the steaming hot food you left on the other end of the counter.
Pink swathes his cheeks as Bakugou stands there dumbfounded. He rubs the back of his head, his brows furrowing in frustration.
“You’re killing me here, dammit.”
You let out another dulcet giggle. The urge to sneak up on you again to try to get you all hot and bothered lingers until it’s interrupted by a piece of fabric thrown in his face. “Also, shirt on we please.” You turn back at him with two plates of stuffed ravioli perched on each hand. “No shirt, no service.”
He yanks the white t-shirt off his face, grimacing as he begrudgingly pulls it over his head. “Yeah, yeah. You love it though.” Nonetheless, he follows behind you while the savory aroma of your food creates a path toward the dining table. The scent alone makes his stomach growl, the effects of a long day at work making themselves apparent.
Despite the antics he has to put up with, he can’t help but soften around you. It’s as if you possess an innate ability to effortlessly get him to shed his notoriously rough exterior.
He takes a seat on his side of the table, his stomach now growling loud enough for you to hear. You tease a wry grin before placing the ravioli dishes on the table, letting the delicious aromas waft around him, his mouth watering.
“I know it’s been a long day for you so you better eat up, hero.”
The blond’s eyes flicker for a second, chest enveloped with pride as he meets the look on your face that awaits for him in anticipation to dig in. “Yeah… Thanks for the meal,” he murmurs, mild gratitude woven in his words as he picks up the fork and finally chows down.
Again, what did he ever do to deserve you? He knows how hard you work each and every day. The fact that you’re still willing to love and take care of him is enough for him to want to cherish you for an eternity. Coming home to the person he loves and sharing meals with them is a blessing to him as it is and he absolutely wouldn’t trade this for anything else.
Which just makes the matter of his secretary all the more annoying to him.
The damn woman has walked in his office plenty of times to see the framed picture of you two on his desk, even occasionally interrupting his phone calls with you that would end with him mouthing low “love yous” before he’d have to turn around to acknowledge the petty expression resting on her face. He’d watch as her demeanor quickly shifted into a full 180—from a bitter frown to a forced grin to keep up her facade. She definitely knows he’s in a happy, committed relationship. The real question is whether or not she cares enough to acknowledge the fact.
He could just fire her for unprofessionalism. That seems like an obvious solution, but knowing her, she’d probably feed the media some false rumors about alleged abuse towards his employees. Of course, that wouldn’t at all be true. Far from it, but the news loved to twist the truth so long as it got them clicks. Given Bakugou’s naturally rugged demeanor, it wouldn’t be hard for the public to buy their shit and for his ranking on the hero chart to plummet. Which Bakugou could not afford right now considering how close he was to the top.
“’Tsuki, stop playing with your food.” He hears you chide, tugging him from his contemplation.
Bakugou huffs, jamming his fork onto the plate. “I’m not a damn kid.”
“Right, tell that to the ravioli you’re mangling with your fork.” You raise your brow and point at his stabbed and defeated pasta, the filling oozing out from the punctured holes. He keeps his gaze suspiciously fixed on the ravioli.
Does it taste bad? You wonder warily. “If you don’t like it then you don’t have to eat it, y’know.”
“What? No– The food’s fine.” He stuffs three pastas in his mouth one after the other. “Fucking delicious,” he mutters through ungracious chewing, cheeks puffed profusely, bringing a grin to your face.
“What’s wrong then? Bad day at work?”
He swallows his food. “Could say that,” he answers, resting his head against his propped arm. “Just some employee causing trouble.”
“Hopefully it’s not one of your sidekicks,” you pick at the raviolis while stuck in your musing, “I remember your first batch of recruits when you just started your own agency. You nearly scared half of them away by the end of the week.”
“How else was I supposed to whip those newbies into shape?” He lounges in his seat. “If they can’t take some yelling from a Pro, then they’re definitely not ready for the real hero world. Besides, they were the ones that came to my agency knowing that I’m the best,” he boasts with confidence, shoving more pasta in his mouth, and munching at his leisure.
“Also, it’s not a sidekick. Just some lady who can’t do her fuckin’ job.”
“Aw, cut her some slack, I’m sure she’s trying her best.”
Bakugou almost scoffs. If you knew the real reason for her lack of work ethic, you’d be on the same page as him.
Either way, he really needs to get this secretary off his back before shit blows out of proportion. If pictures, phone calls—hell—even lunch dates can’t get her to wake up, then what?
To his surprise, the idea actually comes to him quicker than he anticipated, red eyes perking up at a scheme forming in his head.
Of course. Heh, why didn’t I think of that sooner?
This is how he’s going to do it, he thinks. His lips barely resist the urge to quiver into a smirk that will no doubt have you questioning whatever was riling him up. Swallowing his final piece of pasta, Bakugou pushes his plate away but aims his fork in your direction.
“You free tomorrow?”
“I just have to drop off some papers at work in the morning. Why?”
“Good. Come by the agency for lunch.”
Your brows furrow at how sudden the request is, however, you go along with it. “Okay, should I make lunch for us?”
“Nah, don’t. I’ll order something,” he assures, but in his head he’s sure lunch would be the last thing on your mind tomorrow afternoon with what he has planned for you, him, and his secretary.
Bakugou scoots his seat back, leaning over on your side of the table. “Now, I remember a certain brat made a promise to me after dinner was done.”
“Hold it, I still have a piece–”
“Nuh-uh, c’mere–” He lightly pushes your hand away, and with effortless strength, pulls you out of your chair and over his shoulder. “Already waited too damn long.”
“Whoa..!” Your last piece of pasta falls back on the plate, forgotten. You watch as the distance between you and the dining table diminishes, the impatient blond leading you two into the hallway. At your fidgeting, he swats your thigh, warning you to stay fucking still unless you want to accidentally fall on your face.
With a squeal escaping your lips, you comply. As a reward, he presses his lips against the side of your ass as you’re still hanging over him, nipping at your curves. Your yelps are replaced by laughter. The ticklish sensation nearly makes you squirm again if not for Bakugou dropping you unceremoniously onto your bed.
“You better make it up to me for having to make me wait, Princess.” His emphasis on what is supposed to be your endearing little pet name comes out as a snarl as you’re cornered against the sheets. Expecting this kind of intense reaction from him after your meal, you grin slyly.
“I mean the ravioli was good, wasn’t it?”
Well that he can’t deny. Still, the blond smirks, showing his pearly canines. “Yeah, but,” he moves away from you, kneeling while grabbing at the hem of his shirt to pull it off,
“I’m still fuckin’ hungry.”
.
.
There is no doubt that the next day, you woke up incredibly sore. Sore yet also just as happy.
The tension in your muscles had dissipated as a result of being repeatedly fucked into your own mattress last night, allowing you to sleep soundly. So soundly that you don’t even notice your boyfriend leaving for work that morning. But it can’t be helped given how ungodly early his hero work starts every day.
Some hours after Bakugou has already left, your alarm goes off to remind you that it’s about time to begin your day. Even after a spent night, you can’t bear the thought of lying in bed anymore, especially with how cold the sheets had become, devoid of the blond’s natural warmth. Plus you had something to look forward to this afternoon—your lunch date.
Once you get washed and dressed, you grab your business files from your desk and dash out the door to drop off your papers at work.
Before you know it, it’s noon and you’re standing in front of the receptionist’s desk at Dynamight’s agency.
While you wait for the receptionist to finish their business call, you think back on the employee Bakugou mentioned yesterday. You note in the foreground how busy the entire place looks, which doesn't surprise you. The agency runs like a well-oiled machine. With all the hustle and bustle going on, it seems like everyone is doing their job with peak efficiency. Honestly, you can’t imagine anyone wanting to test the wrath of the explosive Number Two Hero, but you assume such people existed.
“Thank you for waiting! Here to see Mister Dynamight?” The receptionist greets you after hanging up their call, immediately recognizing you from your prior visits.
“Yeah, just coming by for lunch.”
“He’s in his office right now so I’ll let him know you’re here then.”
You mouth a thank you, followed by a farewell wave as you make your way to the elevator.
“’Suki’s office should be on… this floor…” you murmur, pressing the corresponding button on the panel. While you wait for the doors to close, you spot a figure approaching from a distance. You can see the person’s wrinkled professional attire, disheveled hair, and slightly smeared makeup as she approaches the elevator clumsily.
“H… Hold the door!” she pants.
Hearing her frantic request, your mind catches up with you. You jam your index finger on another button on the panel, keeping the doors open just long enough for the woman to slip inside and catch her breath.
You watch her ungraciously drop to the floor, lungs gasping for air. “That was a close one.” You bend down to extend a helping hand.
She sputters as she reaches out to you, “Yeah, thanks, I– Wait, you’re...” When she looks up, her eyes squint to get a better look at your face, brows knitting together as she recognizes your features. Dismissing your help, she abruptly retracts her hand before getting up on her own. You cock your head suspiciously when you notice her change in demeanor.
“Oh, I’m just stopping by to have lunch with my boyfriend. He’s your, uh,” you piece your words as eloquently as you can, “boss.”
It’s always difficult for you to tell any of Bakugou’s staff that you’re his girlfriend. You’d done it before in front of his group of sidekicks while waiting outside his office and as a result they all flipped, bombarding you with questions about your relationship before falling dead silent when his door suddenly swung open.
You’re expecting the same, if not, a similar reaction here, but you’re surprised to see a deadpan look in the woman’s eyes. She averts her gaze. You glance over at her, taking note of her fists shaking at her sides and how she bites the inside of her cheek which forms a pout on her lips.
You’re beginning to wonder if you shouldn’t have disclosed that information. “Are you okay?” you inquire, your voice filled with genuine concern. She eventually turns to look at you straight on, her expression teetering between a smile and a scowl. In any case, she tries to steer you away from the elephant in the room.
“Yep! Just peachy!” she assures through a strained grin that makes you all the more suspicious of her. Even if you want to question it, she has no intention of continuing the conversation. Her lips press together in an effort to maintain her smile, or else risk blurting something that should’ve stayed in her mouth. You keep to yourself in the elevator so as not to bother her, but the prolonged silence, combined with the elevator’s incessant dinging throughout each ascending floor, creates a suffocating atmosphere.
With every floor you pass you soon realize that despite keeping your distance, she’s still looking in your general direction. You notice her sneaking glances at you and your neck grows hot as you follow where her eyes wander. You press your palm against your jugular, the spot you recall Bakugou laying his teeth on last night.
I thought I covered that…
You want to chastise yourself for not spending enough time this morning to conceal the blemishes on your neck. Your coworker had even commented on them before you left for Dynamight’s agency, to your embarrassment.
You settle for letting out an uneasy chuckle while adjusting the collar of your shirt. Though the majority of Bakugou’s staff are already aware of your relationship, you’d rather hide any detail of your sex life if possible. You’d prefer not being the hot talk amongst the whole faculty.
You expect to be the brunt of the woman’s teasing next, anticipating her wiggling her brows or whistling, but she keeps her mouth shut and her expression even appears offended.
Fortunately, the elevator saves both of you from any more uncomfortable silences. Right on cue, the doors slide open for the woman to exit on her floor. She doesn’t spare you a glance on her way out, but you overhear her mutter under her breath, “Enjoy your lunch or whatever.”
She stomps in the opposite direction until her figure disappears behind closing doors. Your face scrunches. “What’s her deal?”
You’ve gotten used to the bitter reactions some people would give over the fact you and Bakugou are in a relationship. You kind of have to, considering who Bakugou is and the hoards of fans he’s accumulated over the years as a Pro-Hero. But any of the backlash you receive is mostly posted online by petty netizens. No one has the guts to confront you in person. Mostly because if they do, Bakugou has no qualms about retaliating with equal venom and more. This lady, on the other hand, works for Bakugou. When it comes to greeting her boss’s girlfriend, she should be professional, right?
You brush those thoughts away, recalling that no one should ever have to suck up to you simply because you're a Pro’s significant other. “She’s probably on the PR team.” You laugh off, remembering how much trouble it is to manage Bakugou’s public image and how she must be tired from working overtime.
The elevator dings one last time to indicate that you’ve arrived at your destination. When the doors part, the entrance to Dynamight’s office is directly across from you, passing a short corridor. Normally, sidekicks and employees had to press the button on the side of the door, or page him ahead of time before entering. However, you have the luxury of just swinging those doors open whenever you like.
“Heya, Katsu–”
“For the last fuckin’ time, there’s no way I’m going on that mission as his fucking standby.” The voice booming at the other end of the room behind a wide, wooden desk drowns out your voice. “Tell Grand that if he can’t find another B-rate hero agency like his to do his damn dirty work, then he can just fuck himself,” he spits into the receiver. He slams the phone down and hangs up the call without a second thought.
You announce your presence once more with a low whistle. Another one for the PR team. “Vulgar as usual,” you joke.
He sighs loudly, “The only way to get the message across their thick skulls is to beat it into their heads at this point,” he says, leaning against the large glass windows behind him. “That Shindou needs to get off my back. I thought I told everyone I wasn’t taking anymore calls from that asswipe.”
“I’m sure Grand will finally get the idea after he receives your message from his manager.” Slipping in next to him, you wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers delicately crawl up to his chin, tilting his head to face your smile. Bakugou reciprocates the gesture, his gloved hands gripping your waist and pulling you in as your lips briefly meet. When you part, you rest your forehead against his.
“How was patrol this morning, hero?” you whisper, playing with the tufts of hair above his neck.
“Same old shit,” he tells you quietly as you hum at his response, an amused grin tugging at the seam of your lips. Just as you’re about to separate, his hold at your sides tightens, locking your body against his.
“Bet you missed me, didn’t you, princess?” He leans in to nibble your jawline, causing laughter to tumble from your lips. “Bed got cold without me?”
Your answer is interrupted by a hand brushing up against the waistband of your pants, ruffling your tucked-in blouse. The man growls in the crook of your neck. “Didn’t have my cock to keep you nice and warm?”
Your nose scrunches at his unfiltered tongue. “Katsuki, I came here for lunch, remember?” You push at his chest, attempting to get him off you, but his teeth lock onto your clavicle.
“Food’s on the way,” he assures. Fingers play with the loops of your pants, dragging your shirt out slowly. “Might as well kill time–” His lips suddenly collide with yours, stealing your breath and drowning out any protests. He scuffs his teeth against your bottom lip, looking for a way in. You whimper in response at his persistence, stumbling backwards against the edge of his desk as he finally pries through your lips.
After an intense moment of kissing, his attention shifts to your jugular, nipping at the tender skin again. Every time his canines make contact with the broken skin, you wince. “Still got my marks all over ya,” he boasts, but the more skin he tries to unveil, the more he has to pull at your shirt’s collar which quickly annoys him. “Though I don’t understand what the hell you’re covering them up for.”
“D-Don’t want people to see…” you fumble with your excuses yet tilt your head to grant him better access. He scoffs at how your actions betray your words.
“Why does it matter when I want them to see? Let those fuckers look and know we’re together.” He licks one of the patches of broken skin. His harsh words make you shiver in his hold, but beneath his rough exterior, you sense a tender possessiveness in the amount of attention he pays to your body.
Your fingers brush through his hair, gently pulling him off of you so you can look him in the eyes, “You’re so damn insufferable, you know that?”
“Heh, you like it though,” Bakugou counters. You click your tongue, feigning ignorance. With his hand wrapped at the nape of your neck, he thumbs at your blemishes. His ruby eyes take their time to admire every inch of his claim on you. “You were clenching whenever I marked you. Screaming nice and loud too.”
“I bet the neighbors hate us now…” You sigh quietly.
“Took them that long?” He grins, almost proud of being a menace to those extras next door despite being a heroic figure. “Besides, not my fault you let me do whatever I wanted to you.” You pout, but accept it’s a fact you very well can’t deny.
As his deft hands unfasten each button of your blouse, he switches your positions. He yanks your shirt, dragging the fabric down your shoulders to reveal your skin and the bra hugging your chest. Licking his lips, he removes his thick gloves before hoisting you up to sit on the desk with him, making you straddle his thighs. Another pause of appreciation for the blossoms adorning your chest makes him blurt out, “Maybe I should let you mark me up just as much.”
You look at him precariously. He doesn’t take back the grin on his face. Seeing your wide-eyed expression, he cups your jaw, pulling you toward him. “What’s the look for? I know you’ve thought about it, princess.” Bakugou reads you like a book. He revels in your flustered face, telling him how right he is.
The image of his scarred, toned skin covered in hickeys has crossed your mind more times than you can count, but you’ve always been too engrossed in the intoxicating sensation of his teeth grazing every stretch of your skin to ever have an opportunity to bring the thought to light. Bakugou never gives you an inch when it comes to taking the reins in the bedroom. But now he’s practically granting you the opportunity on a silver platter.
You point a dubious look at him. “Are you serious, or did you bump your head somewhere earlier on patrol?” Anticipating your skeptical response, a chuckle rumbles low in his throat. He scoots back to remove his tank top, letting your hands lay over his chiseled physique. Your fingers immediately trace the scars and cuts lining his muscles, each one standing as a testament to every one of his battles. The idea of your own marks joining his adonis of a canvas has your eyes fluttering.
“’s no joke, babe,” he clarifies, a wicked grin plastered on his face. He then remembers why he made this whole arrangement in the first place. “Aren’t you tired of those fuckin’ extras always ogling me—looking at me up and down like they even have a damn chance to touch all of this?” He grabs your wrist and guides your hands above his chest, your fingertips brushing his collarbones.
You bite your lower lip. “Well…”
Hearing your voice linger, he snarls, “Are you seriously hesitating?”
It’s not like you hadn’t ever clenched your fists in front of the TV whenever your boyfriend was being interviewed by some mischievous news reporter or journalist. They never make it subtle when casting one too many glances at the Pro’s sweaty, skintight attire, staring into his red eyes for so long that they started looking dumb. Though as much as dark green jealousy occasionally takes root in your subconsciousness, you never act on your displeasure.
In the back of your mind, you always saw it as a sign of clinginess. But Bakugou sees it differently. To him, he’d want nothing more than his girl staking their claim on him. For you to get needy, jealous, possessive. Let the entire world know that you both belong to each other and no one else.
You fix your gaze at his cynical expression that eggs you on. Before you know it, you lunge forward. Your mouth latches onto his neck, arms curling around his shoulders. Bakugou draws you skin-to-skin, his low chuckle reverberating in the depths of his chest.
“Ooh, that’s it,” he encourages, rubbing your back. His other hand palms your ass, rocking you both back and forth, grinding his bulge against the crotch of your jeans. Your teeth cling to him, sinking into his skin. Your lips vibrate against his collarbones while you whimper at the delicious friction on your clit.
“Harder. I wanna see nice ol’ purple marks here,” he orders, relentlessly rolling his hips. You want to slap him on the wrist, your concentration waning as heat quickly pools in your abdomen. As if the grinding isn’t enough, Bakugou effortlessly undos the button of your jeans. He pulls down the zipper before reaching inside and touching you through your underwear.
“Fuck, already this wet from a little grinding? Nasty girl,” he hisses, running his index and middle finger across the ruined crotch of your panties. “Or maybe marking me is getting you all riled up?”
“Shut up–” you mutter half-heartedly. With a pop, your lips leave him. You lean back to evaluate your work. They’re not as noticeable as the marks Bakugou usually gives you, but they’re visible, and they’re purple as requested.
A small trail of violet hickeys adorns the crook of the blond’s neck and collarbones. Your finger traces the path, eyes capturing the sheen of your saliva over the marks. His skin gleams in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
Reaching inside the pocket of his baggy pants, Bakugou pulls out his phone to turn on the front-facing camera. He gets a clear view of your work on the screen, and his smirk appears on the display. “My girl did that, huh?” He cranes his neck to examine the blemishes from different angles. Soon after, you hear his camera’s shutter release, capturing the image and adding it to his gallery. He should really consider making an album out of these.
Tossing his phone to the side, those piercing red eyes return to you, and your assertiveness fades. He grabs your wrists and leans in to kiss your temple.
“You did well, princess.”
His hushed voice makes your cunt clench and your ears warm. “I'll be sure to show these off later,” he promises, his tone dripping with smugness.
God, you realize how little his hero costume does to hide any of those hickeys. Given that he has to go on patrol again soon, you can expect his neck to be a hot topic in the media. Regardless, you can’t deny the satisfaction that wells up in your chest at the thought.
Katsuki was right. You really are possessive over him. And of course, it goes both ways.
While you’re distracted by your epiphany, he uses this opportunity to unhook your bra, happily discarding the garment. You exhale as he roughly cups the underside of your breast. His breath tickles your perky nipple, strong arm hooking you into him.
The pattern of his breaths are erratic, excitement coursing through his veins. His carmine eyes are lidded as he flattens a tongue against the hardened nub. As Bakugou fully wraps his lips around the stiffening bud, sucking and biting to his heart’s content, mewls part your mouth.
“Your tits still taste fucking amazing,” he mutters, mouth caught between sucking and spewing obscenities. “These tits gonna give me some milk too, princess?”
“Don’t push your luck, mister,” you quip before biting your bottom lip. You concentrate on moving your hips back and forth against his thigh, trying to find the right angle that provides you with the delicious jolt of pleasure you craved between your thighs. With a smack, his lips leave your nipple.
“Guess I didn’t give you enough attention down here since you keep rutting against me like a needy slut.” He swats your ass before gripping the plushness harshly. The mild sting has your pussy clenching. “My baby doesn’t feel satisfied unless she’s getting stretched open by my cock, huh?”
Just a little bit of dirty talk from him is enough to make you whimper pathetically, “Please, ‘suki…”
“Please, what? Gotta tell me more than that, princess.” He tugs the waistband of your pants, teasing you. Never breaking eye contact, Bakugou’s hand sneaks under the edge of his desk. “Use your words, I want to know what I’m doing to you. Don’t skimp on the details.”
A light click goes off, but if you hear it you don’t make it apparent, too focused on the hot blond in front of you that was making your head spin.
“Fuck… ‘Suki, I feel so hot… Need you right now…” You grab his hand showing him your ruined panties by letting the pads of his fingers trail your wet pussy. “See? Look what you did, I’m soaked.”
Bakugou mutters curses under his breath, applying more pressure to your panties to thoroughly inspect the slick saturating the fabric. He couldn’t have asked for a better reaction, finding your pleading to be incredibly sinful and all-too-tempting. He considers it a waste that he isn’t recording anything. Well, maybe it isn’t an entire waste.
“Damn, how are you this messy? This pussy’s fucking sobbing for me.” You nod, sloppily gyrating on top of his hand. For once, Bakugou is considerate to your needs and slides your panties to the side to slip his digits across your bare folds. You both moan in unison, you at the extra relief and him at the slippery honey dripping down his knuckles.
In his eyes he was being generous, granting you his thick fingers prodding your silky walls rather than reduce you to pitifully grinding against him. But, being greedy, you thought he wasn’t being generous enough.
Bakugou’s fingers leave your cunt to sample you, wet digits laying flat on his tongue. “Fuck, I need to lick you clean right now.”
“N-No, ‘suki, jus’ want your cock in me already,” you whine with a pout. However, Bakugou is insistent on stealing more than just a little taste from your sweet cunt.
“Not gonna even let me indulge a little? Must have spoiled you with too much dick last night.” He scoffs, but doesn’t move to discard his uniform to free his hard cock. Instead, he motions you to step down and stand in front of him while he remains perched atop his desk.
He eyes you up and down. “What are you waiting for, princess? I want it all off already.”
Your fingers start moving toward your disheveled blouse. As fabrics pile the floor, you catch the blond licking his lips, lewdly eyeing your panties that slip down your legs to reveal your juices coating your inner thighs.
“Turn around and kneel on top of my chair.”
At his blunt tone, you obey. Dynamight’s luxurious office chair cushions your knees as you carefully lift your body onto it.
“Bend over.”
Without question, you use the arms of the chair as leverage to safely lean forward, spreading your pussy in front of him. As half of your face presses into the cushion of the head rest, you steal a glimpse of his reaction from your peripheral vision.
With a guttural hiss between his teeth, he gets off the desk, pulling the chair closer for an even better look at your glistening center. He palms your ass, rolling the globes in his hands before spreading them, exposing your slick folds.
“You seriously trying to deny me this angel cunt?” His words are emphasized with a quick smack before his tongue dives between your folds. You whine at the contact, his lips fluttering around your clit as it works its way up your slobbering hole.
Knees shaking, you subconsciously muffle your sounds as you press your face into the headrest of the office chair. Not satisfied with your muted cries, Bakugou reaches one hand toward your head. He cups your jaw, turning you more to the side so you aren’t hiding in the cushion. When his tongue swivels around your sensitive bud, your moans resonate across his office with euphoria.
“‘suki! I’m gonna–!”
“Gonna cum? Do it then you slut.”
At your warning, he works his mouth vigorously against your pussy, even adding two fingers into your walls. Your toes curl behind you as your grip on the arms of the chair tighten.
“Fuck, you’re dripping all over my damn office chair.”
Maybe you would’ve issued a half-hearted apology, if not for his tongue and its unrelenting intensity across your sensitive bundle of nerves. You only offer a string of moans that Bakugou happily accepts, smiling into your pussy as he feels you tense up against him.
“Ka..tsuki!!” You practically scream, electricity coursing through your skin as your orgasm shakes your entire body.
“That’s it, princess. Want your taste all over my tongue… So fucking good,” he drones against your folds, not letting a drop go to waste as you slowly come down from your post-orgasmic bliss.
“Ah! ‘Suki, I’m already too sensitive…” You gasp, still feeling him drunkenly licking up and down your slit despite you just coming. Reaching behind you, you weave your fingers through his ash blond hair, nudging at his scalp to try to push him away, but Bakugou’s strength clearly outweighs yours. He grips your wrist, lifting his face off your sloppy pussy of his own volition.
“That sensitive just from my tongue? Oh, sweetheart, I plan on ruining you in my office chair alone.” Keeping his word, he replaces your pliant body with his own, planting himself right on the cushioned seat with his legs spread thoughtlessly. He dashes for the hem of his pants, unfastening the zipper, and pulling down enough articles of clothing for his cock to spring out, stiff and glistening with his arousal.
Lust blown eyes admire the thickness of Bakugou’s shaft, rightdown to the veins on the ridges of his cock. A smirk and chuckle follow in the wake of your heady gawking, swearing that you look like you were about to pounce and give him the best head of his life. Sadly, as he glances at the digital clock perched behind you, he realizes there’s no time.
“Sorry, babe, food’s gonna be here any minute and I need you on my cock right fucking now.” He rolls the office chair closer to get a firm grasp of your hips, motioning you on top of him with rousing urgency. Thighs on either side of his own, you reach over your body to level his cock over your dripping folds.
The blond’s lips curl into a sneer beneath you, hands fondling your breast and ass—the latter spreading your cheek to help you accommodate his size. “Besides, this what you wanted, right? To be–” As you begin sinking down his length, your mouth opens in a soundless mewl. “–split open on me, even after I fucked you into the mattress last night?”
Your teeth tug at your bottom lip while you do your best to bottom out. Katsuki isn’t amused by your muted reaction, pinching your nipple as punishment and spurring his desired noises from you. “What did I say? Answer me, slut, you wanted to get fucked dumb again, didn’tcha?” His words are harsher this time, demanding your attention.
“Yes, yes! Wan’ you to make me your little cockwhore, ‘Suki…” you confess, moaning when you feel his dick fully impale you. At the same time, Bakugou hisses at how your walls mercilessly hug his shaft.
“Yeah princess, I’m going to give you exactly what you need– Fuck! How are you so damn tight?!” It hasn’t even been ten hours since he had sex with you, stretching you into his shape last night until the sun shined, and yet you still had the innate ability to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of him and then some. At this rate, he’s not going to last. “Need you to move, baby. Ride me already.”
Hearing the urgency in his tone, your hips begin moving on their own, dragging yourself on and off his cock. Hands on his shoulders, you leverage yourself to maintain a steady rhythm that had you both delirious and panting in pleasure. The blond’s thick fingers dig into your soft flesh, growls leaving his lips as fire flares in his veins, threatening to ignite his last ounce of willpower to allow you to keep this sustained tempo.
“F-Feeling good, ‘suki?” you question, looking down at him with a sinful expression painted on your gorgeous face—pretty eyes half-lidded and needy just for him.
“Yeah… God you make me act up all the damn time I–” His cock twitches between your tight folds, eyeing you from below and watching you clasp his hand that’s pawing your breast to gesture to him to play with you some more. The sensual yet genuine smile you give him ultimately breaks his resolve.
Oh, fuck it.
As if chains have snapped around him, Bakugou suddenly shoots up, carrying your body against him. He lays you across his desk quickly but carefully, with little regard for whatever else tumbles and falls off of it except for you.
You squeal in surprise, your arms and legs attempting to find purchase around him before you’re reduced to jelly by the new quickening pace of his cock pounding your insides.
“Oh my god… Katsuki!” The obscene slapping of skin on skin accompanies your desperate cries throughout his office. Arms that were wound around his neck lose their hold on him, pathetically dropping to your sides to clasp Katsuki’s wrists, where he’s pulling your thighs apart to spread you open for his unrelenting thrusts.
“Sorry, princess… you looked so damn hot I couldn’t hold back anymore. Needed to feel you deeper and make you cream already.” His tepid apologies don’t reach your ears as you’re overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his movements, followed by a searing knot welling up in your abdomen.
By the looks of it, you have no objections to the turn of events, gazing dreamily at him as his hardened body hovers over you. From your point of view, you get glimpses of the sweat dotting his forehead, his nose scrunched in concentration, and narrowed ruby eyes glimmering with feral desire.
With stars in your eyes and features all flushed with warmth and lust, you sing a euphony of I love you’s between whimpers. Your voice catches in your throat when his cock repeatedly hits that sweet spot inside your gummy walls.
Bakugou can’t get enough of you, heart swelling with his affections that he can’t help but flick his wrist to intertwine his hand in yours. Despite his progressively carnal thrusts, he possesses contrasting tender devotions in his voice.
“I love you, princess. It’s been you and no one else. No other bitch can compare,” he repeats over and over like a mantra, a declaration of his loyalty to you and only you. You swear there’s an extra weight behind his words, but you’re too engrossed in the feeling of utter euphoria this man gives you in mind, body, and soul to give it a second thought. It’s as if you’re walking on Cloud 9 as your pussy clenches around him, back arching in the moment that’s pushing Bakugou to the breaking point
“So damn perfect, you were fucking made for me, baby. Give it to me, cum on my cock,” he pleads, “I know you’re almost there, princess.”
“Yea, ‘suki… Wanna cum for you, you make me feel so good,” you murmur brokenly, voice splintering into an incoherent babble that he finds so endearing, caressing your cheek while deepening his brutal pace. That knot in your tummy tightens and when the cord eventually snaps, you cry out, clutching onto his hand.
Katsuki insists he’s never seen a prettier sight than you finally losing yourself all because of him. It urges him to reach his own high and claim you in the only way he knows how—coming in your pretty cunt and dedicating himself wholly to you.
“Pretty angel, you’re making me crazy over here. Fuck! ‘Bout to blow my whole load inside you. That what you want?”
“Mhm! Please..!” You manage a few urgent pleas before Bakugou finally reaches his limit, groans resonating in the wake of his cock stuttering between your silky folds. His growls reverberate from the depths of his chest, thick with rapture as his body is bathed in the sweet sensation that is your entire being swallowing him whole. Ribbons of his cum paint your insides. You feel so full, both physically and spiritually, your heart bursting with love for the man that was spilling his adoration for you merely seconds ago.
Bodies spent and chests heaving, you lay on the desk with Katsuki on top of you. You don’t notice his hand sneaking under the desk, a click going off that goes equally overlooked, enveloped by your collective pants echoing in the stillness that is his hero office.
After a moment, the sensations catch up to you and the weight of his sweaty, heavy torso makes you squirm.
“Feel sticky…”
“There’s a shower and bath right there.” Bakugou grunts, but there’s playfulness behind his deceptively gruff mannerisms.
Your hands trail over his back at his response. “I know, but can you carry me?”
“Fine. Such a princess…”
“I’m your princess though.” You giggle, a teasing lilt in your carefree tone.
The blond can’t help the grin that finds his features. “Hell yeah you are.”
Bakugou pulls on his uniformed cargo pants to scrounge together some semblance of decency as he cradles you against him. Your body is like jelly in the Pro Hero’s strong arms, barely exercising the strength to hold onto him properly as he moves you to the unnecessarily luxurious bathroom built in his office. While setting you down on the counter next to the sink, the pager in his pocket rings.
“Food’s finally here.” He reaches for a hanger on the door, finding a bathrobe to blanket you in. “I’ll be back.”
You raise a brow. “Going out like that?”
“Relax, I’m putting a shirt on obviously.”
“A shirt, huh?” Not at all convinced, you cross your legs. You and him both know he absolutely reeks of sex. The marks you gave him are also an obvious giveaway. No doubt he’ll be an eye-turner to anyone he crosses paths with at the agency.
“Fine, I’ll have someone bring it up.” He meets you in the middle and you happily oblige, shoo-ing him to go about his business once again. The blond rolls his eyes, exiting the bathroom and out the large double doors of his office to wait at the elevator for his delivery.
And when those doors open with a ding, he’s greeted by the very last person he wishes to see. Swathed in the overbearing odor of her pungent perfume, his secretary stands heel-to-heel in the elevator, eyes crossed and a furious blush penetrating the matte layer of her foundation. Her steps traverse the threshold between the lift and hallway. With hands balled into small fists, she jabs the plastic bag of take-out food into the hero’s chest before wagging her finger at his disinterested demeanor.
“You..! You! How dare you?! Why, I should charge you for sexual harassment for what you did! So uncouth! Barbaric even!” She lectures vehemently, voice dripping with malice akin to the insults she practically spits at his face. The benevolent facade she dons everyday to garner his favor crumbles to pieces before his eyes and Bakugou can’t contain his laughter at the pathetic display.
“What’s so funny?!”
“Oh man, you’re a riot aren’t ya? You coulda very well just turn off your speaker if it bothered you so damn much,” he suggests, but the glint in his expression tells the woman he can see right through her. “But you didn’t, did you? You listened in on the whole thing like a fuckin’ pervert.”
At his deduction, the secretary blushes even harder. The fists at her sides shake with an anger that boils under her skin, melting her composure like the wicked witch of the west.
“Why you..! You’re the pervert here! Don’t think you can turn the situation on me when you’re the one who instigated this!” She points an accusing finger in his direction, an empty threat to the indifferent blond.
The hero barely offers her a scoff. “Me? The instigator? You got some fucking nerve saying that when all month you’ve been coming onto me practically on all fours despite knowing I’m a taken man.” Now it’s his turn to retort with equal venom and then some. His sudden switch in demeanor quickly overwhelms the woman as with every step he takes forward, she grows smaller and smaller.
“What’re you going to do? Tell the media? Report me to the authorities? Make a bunch of baseless rumors on your online blog? Well news flash—unlike you I’m irreplaceable. There won’t ever be another hero that has left as big of a mark on this country as I have, and you know it.” He holds his chest proudly after every word. In his presence, the secretary shrinks, gradually cowering back toward the elevator. Any semblance of nerve she held vanishes in front of her.
“Now start packing your things. If I don’t see your station left spotless by tomorrow morning I’ll make sure your days working for the hero industry are numbered.” It’s a threat she doesn’t dare challenge, wordlessly pressing a button on the panel to descend the floors and flee with her tail between her legs. The flabbergasted expression on her face is the last he sees of her.
And just like that, Katsuki feels a weight evaporate from his shoulders, releasing a deep sigh he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He bounds back to his office with your lunch in tow.
When he returns, he overhears the water running in the bathroom before it’s soon shut off.
“Ah, ‘Suki, you’re back! I just filled the tub with water for our bath.” Your sincere smile meets his eyes which soften at the mere glimpse of you kneeling next to the tub, patiently awaiting his arrival.
“Fuck, babe, you weren’t suppose to move. Should be too sore after what I did t’ya.” He hoists you off the floor and into welcoming arms.
You pout cutely. “C’mon now, I’m not helpless you know.”
“‘Course not. But you’re my princess, remember? All mine.” He settles you both into the depths of the soothing, warm tub, nestling your body against his chest as he presses kisses in every area of tender skin he laid his claim on.
“And I plan to treat you like one for the rest of our lives.”
.
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The very next morning, he finds a letter of resignation on his desk—the very place the two of you had fucked.
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i need vox to lowkey think being a housewife is kinda sexy like... the guy was probably raised with strict gender role expectations (that's probably why he's also a workaholic) and reversing the roles kinda turns him on a lil bit yknow? Just plays into him being submissive and wanting to be taken care of imo
Housewife Vox with a Dom Reader [smut hcs]
a/n — the first part is right here, you should all read that before this so I don’t seem batshit fucking crazy [and probably like and reboot just to be safe]!
warnings — dom reader, sub vox, headcanons, gender neutral reader, read the first thing so I don’t sound dumb please because this is for a specific au
summary — After the fall of the vees, Vox ends up washed-up and crashing at the readers place, making him a sort of ‘housewife type.’ Basically just the first part but in the form of smut headcanons!
So i’ll start off with what you were saying. Growing up in his given time period, the gender roles were absolutely heavily enforced. Men work and make money, that’s just what they have to do.
Vox strives to be as ‘modern’ as possible, so all of the sexism and misogyny has pretty much worn off, but the internalized gender roles have stuck. So given his current… situation, he’s confused, to say the least.
His stuck at home, practically obligated to take care of the house, do your laundry, and wash your dishes. He’s never had to be that person in the relationship, and it’s infuriating.
But also weirdly turns him on. He’s a business man by nature, and now he’s in slippers and an apron. Shouldn’t he be embarrassed of such a submissive, stereotypically womanly job?
Or maybe, even absolutely humiliated. And he was, don’t get him wrong, but that’s what he found so hot about the whole thing.
Yes, he was angry at his new downgrade in society, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want you to bend him over the kitchen counter and fuck him in his little pink apron.
And yes, he absolutely plays into it. He’s never been the type to play into attention in a sexual kind of way, but in the light of loosing the other Vees, he plays a few cards he’s seen before.
He’s leaning over to do the dishes and talking to you at the same time, and he’s arching his back drastically more than he has too, and his talking increasingly smoothly.
Maybe he even drops something in front of you and bends down very obviously to pick it up. And of course, he curses himself for acting out so shamelessly for attention.
Like, has it really come to this? But then again, that makes it ten times hotter to him.
His praise kink is absolutely terrible during this time in his life too. Because quite literally, he’s lost everything that’s made him even slightly impressive.
And this makes him very insecure, because while his ego has always been fragile, he’s always had something going for him to fuel his self entitlement.
So any praise from you will get him going, and make him instantly needy for more. He’s such a slut for you being nice to him in this situation.
“Oh, by the way, good job on remembering to do the laundry, babe!” He’s hard instantly.
It would be so easy to make him cry in bed, from degradation obviously, but also from your nice words.
I think this is because for the first time in his existence, his self esteem is actively low. And he thought so incredibly high of himself before, the whiplash would leave him so exhausted.
Like he’d be normal, just moaning and whining under your touch. And, as per usual, you whip out the line “Your such a good boy for me.”
That’s when you feel his whole body shudder, and stop squirming. He just looks up at you, and he bursts out into fucking tears.
You’d stop what you were doing at first because you’ve never elicited a reaction that strong, “Uh… Vox, are you okay—“
“More—mzz—more please!” Is all he’d manage to buffer out before continuing his desperate sobs for approval.
And you’d give him what he wants and treat him gently and kindly, all while complimenting him about how amazing he is, and what a good housewife he is for you, and how useful he is.
He’d be squirming, arching up into you, buffering up into you, and whining desperately as tears pour out into his screen.
Now degradation would be a whole other thing. Because he definitely wouldn’t be able to take as much as he would have before this whole situation.
But as discussed previously, his humiliation kink would still be very present. So light teasing would definitely get him going.
Like messing with him and degrading him about how he’s just your little housewife now, and embarrassing him on the subject.
You know, he’d probably start crying even if you weren’t going specifically hard on him.
Now, if you’re not familiar with my boycunt Vox idea, this is going to sound like gibberish.
But I imagine even after the fall of his empire, he those supplies. So boycunt Vox, and housewife Vox???
Imagine sliding a little vibrator in his cunt while he works around the house, and every time he doesn’t do a task efficiently, you up the level.
By the end of the time, he’s on his knees begging to be fucked by you, saying he’s done everything you asked, and it wouldn’t be fucking fair to just leave him like this!
Because yes, he’s still a fucking brat at rock bottom because he just sucks that much. In fact, he’d definitely try to provoke you sometimes.
Especially when you piss him off. He’s not above ‘accidentally’ shattering your fine china dishes or spilling your favorite dish all over the floor, or worse, onto your lap.
However, his desperation for approval shows when you fuck the brat out of him.
a/n — this au is my everything, gang. MY EVERYTHING. also I hope this is coherent, I know it won’t be to anyone who didn’t read the fic that prompted this but like… it’s linked at the top so.
Anyways I want to do more with this au, so I tried to not get too specific with the smut headcanons because hopefully there will be fics. SEND REQUESTS.
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not to be a whore........... but imagine making out with Eddie's buldge through his underwear 😩
🥴🥴🥴 tbh I think there are two different scenarios and I wanted to choose only one to elaborate on but I couldn't so here I go: you're both either too lazy to care and this evolves from a sleepy cuddling session OR you're being needy and clingy, begging for his attention - just a whiny mess basically, and this is all that he's willing to give you. Both detailed under the cut 🥴🥴 (the 2nd one is pure filth, humiliation, degradation etc 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
It's summer, Wayne's not in town and you have all the trailer to yourselves. But it's still early, no one's in the mood to party yet, it's hot and you're both too lazy to move.
Eddie's starfish on the bed, a comic book having him completely under its spell, while you lay lazily with your head on his tummy, hoping sleep would envelop you. But it doesn't; Eddie's too caught up with a plot twist he didn't see coming, and ideas start coming to you.
Your eyes fix the outline of his cock and without saying a word, you palm him in your hand, your fingers drawing random patterns on the material of his boxer briefs.
Eddie doesn't react, at least not to your knowledge, but one eyebrow does pop up. You don't see it however and decide to keep going, moving your hand a bit to the side so you can rub the length of his cock.
"Sweetheart?" Eddie lifts his comic book so he can look at you, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing"
You don't even look at him, just keep teasing him through his boxers, until he can't help but tense his thighs. "Love?"
"Yeah?" again, you answer without bothering to face him, but this time you do move. Just in the opposite direction, nonchalantly pressing your lips against his bulge.
The gesture was light, not too sudden or too strong, but the reason he froze for a second is the pure confusion that washed over him. But he doesn't get a chance to ask, because when he feels what you're doing - understands that you're right now literally kissing the length of his cock, he can't help but chuckle.
"Sweetheart, you know I can take those off for you, right?" Eddie teases, one hand on the top of your head as you keep going.
"Nah" you shrug and wrap your lips around his clothed tip. One of your hands slips lower, your fingers brushing against his balls as you start sucking.
"Ah fuck" he gasps. But you don't budge.
You keep at it - licking, sucking, grabbing, your teeth lightly grazing the tip of his cock.
"Baby, damn it" the comic book flies across the room, his attention now fully on you. "You wanna make me cum like that?"
But you don't answer. You just shove your hand up one of the legs of his boxer, cup his balls into your hand, and resume full on making out with his cock.
The sheer feeling of him getting hard under your lips, the way he can barely control his breathing, how his thighs tense and how his abdomen clenches every time you apply just a little bit more pressure, makes you want to see just how far you can go.
Brushing your thumb over the wet patches on his underwear, you look up at him, "Yeah, I wanna. Can I try?"
"Try?" he laughs and rubs your cheek with the back of his fingers, "Darling, you're halfway there"
You beam under his praise and resume your quest, eagerly sucking and tugging through the material as his cock visibly stiffens.
"But then you'll take yours off. You can play around all you want, but you know I can't stop until you've made a mess on my face, doll"
Fine by you.
OR
You being clingy isn't anything new. The planets sometimes settle so that some days the only thing you want is his attention and nothing else. And it's usually not a problem, Eddie being more than happy to oblige and give you what you so desperately crave, but there are also days when that is not possible.
Like this one.
Busy with tasks Wayne left for him, the campaign needing some last minute fixes, Dustin asking for a ride and a Corroded Coffin concert late in the evening - this day is bound to suck for the both of you.
You manage to compose yourself for as long as you can, but by the time you reach the venue for the show, you're almost out of your mind. Begging, teasing, whining, throwing yourself at other men to get his attention - you do everything in your power to get his attention. But you fail. Miserably. As once you finally get home, things don't play out the way you had hoped - at all.
"So fucking desperate, like a fucking whore" Eddie scoffs, plopping down on the couch. He spreads his legs and nods, "Do your thing"
Normally, you'd whine and complain, but your brain isn't cooperating so you listen to his command. You kneel in front of him, undo his jeans, and then helplessly look up at him, bottom lip popping out. "Eddie…"
"Do you need help, kitten?"
You nod.
"Do you deserve it? You acted like a dumb slut all night. Why would I help you? You can't even take my dick out, why would I let you suck it?"
"Please, Eddie…" you cry.
"Look into my eyes, doll" he commands, his hand on your chin forcing you to face him. "Apologize for the way you've been tonight"
"I'm- I'm sorry" you sniffle, "Please-"
"Sorry for being such a cock thirsty whore that you can't even function unless you get to have my dick down your throat?"
"...yes"
"Say it, baby. You need to hear yourself saying it. And look into my eyes while you do it, love. Show me how bad you want it"
"Please, Eddie-" you blink, "I'm sorry for being such a whore, but I need it, please. Can I please, please, suck your cock, please?"
And your pleading might have been enough but you'll never know. Eddie doesn't even get a chance to fully strip before he sees the hungry look in your eyes. "Come here" he motions as he stands up, his jeans now pooling around his ankles. "Show me you want it"
For a second, you look up at him in confusion, but the way his cock stretches the material of his underwear has you feral all over again.
So you don't question it, don't complain, you just get to work. He's hard - throbbing almost, the wet patch of precum making your tongue tingle as you make out with his cock as best you can.
"That's my girl" he grins, patting your head, "My good girl, keep going. Make me cum. If you can do it, you get to swallow it all, baby"
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|| The Secretary ||
Summary: Your boss, District Attorney Andy Barber, has had enough of your negligence in his workspace.
Pairing: Boss!Andy Barber | Secretary!You.
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Andy Barber. This is a mature story so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Spanking (ruler), humiliation, degradation, dumbification, hair pulling, cock warming, p-in-v, boob slapping, nipple pulling, power imbalance, dacryphilia, Andrew is lowkey a sadist and slightly mean because he's the boss, sir kink, age gap, praise, the tiniest bit of fluff.
Note: Very much inspired from the very scene in the very movie, yes. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷
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You were past denying and making excuses that this kind of treatment did not turn you on. It was this after all that encouraged Andy to take things one step further every time. "Read." The strictness in his deep voice made you gulp as you felt his heavy wooden ruler caress your cheeks that the District Attorney had already heated up generously with his hands.
A shaky whimper escaped you as your skirt and underwear was tugged off your buzzing bottom. Goosebumps slid over the now exposed skin of your thighs as you stood bending over the office table of your boss, Andy Barber. Your teeth reached for your bottom lip as you chewed on it, peeking behind you to see what the man was doing but a stern 'eyes on the paper' made you whip your head to look at the document in front of you.
"Dear Governor Rogers–" smack. Your back arched as your eyebrows furrowed, your throat strangling the pained moan forming in it to not anger the man any more than he already was.
"From the top" you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. He seriously didn't expect you to mess up something as simple as the title! Though when your gaze briefly traveled over the page that was full of corrections made with a bold red marker, you knew you were dead and it was over for your poor ass.
"Office of the– ah!" You could not help but cry out in frustration when the slap cruelly came down on your ass again for seemingly no reason. You wanted to look back at him and ask him what the fuck was wrong now but you knew better than to act up when you were already in trouble with your boss.
He took his work very seriously.
"What do we say when we are given an order?" You wanted to slap yourself.
"Y- Yes, sir" as the ruler met with both your cheeks at the same time you arched your back and whined under your breath. "S- Sorry, sir."
Andy only hummed under his breath, trailing the wooden object to your sit spots. "Go on, now."
"Yes, sir…" Focusing on the line and wondering what the hell could you have possibly messed up in the basic format for him to be overreacting like this, you bit your tongue in embarrassment when you realized that a mistake had been made indeed. "O- Office of the Middlesex County District Attorney…" As if the blow against the backs of your thighs was not powerful enough, the scary sound of the collision made you jump.
"Is that what it says on there?" Your flushed face burnt hot in humiliation and you bit your lip, ducking your head.
"... N- No, sir…" You whimpered out in shame as you looked at what you had hurriedly typed out this morning after rushing in late as usual;
OFFICE OF THE MIDLESXE COUNTRY DISTRICT ATTORNEY
The words nearly glared at you from where they had been printed on the paper.
"How much time did you have to compose this very basic correspondence, Miss Y/L/N?" God, oh God.
"T- Two days, sir-!" You could not help but draw out the last word in a loud whimper when the ruler struck your right cheek, followed by the left one and then the middle which captured both of them with much cruelty and ease at the same time.
"And when did it arrive on my table?" The way he caressed your ass after asking yet another damning question made you want to both whine and hide yourself away for the rest of your life.
"T- This evening, sir" Andy was unforgiving with his blows as four more were placed on your throbbing ass.
"And at what time this evening?" The mock playfulness in his very obviously pissed voice was nipping at the skin of your face.
"Some minutes–" smack, smack.
"Specifics, Miss Y/L/N…" Your foot moved on its own and you kicked the ground with a grunt, curving your back outwards as your arms gave out and the upper half of your body collapsed against the table. "Remember?"
"F- Fifteen minutes b- before…" Tears stung at the back of your eyes. "B- Before it had to be sent off, sir" yet another spank from the ruler -the deadly weapon that you had secretly tried to get rid of on many occasions- resounded against you, the force used reverberating through your ass cheeks.
Andy only hummed again. "Correct. And may I ask what was the state that I received it in?" The answer to his question laid in front of your face, huge red circles drawn over every word you had misspelled; all the mistakes you had made. All of this just because you kept procrastinating despite your boss personally reminding you of the importance of this letter that he needed ready and free of error at the send off time.
"F- Full of errors, sir– sir, please!" Your fist came down on the table to cope with the plethora of spanks that rained down on your poor ass after your admittance. "I am sorry, sir! Please!" Heat was seething out of your soft skin.
"Despite your boss' constant reminders?" It seemed as if Andy wanted to make the wood of the ruler one with your skin at this point.
"DESPITE MY BOSS' CONSTANT REMINDERS, YES SIR OHMYGOD PLEASE, SIR!" You tried to dodge the hits by trying to move your ass away from him only for the man to firmly grab a hold of one of your hips to hold you down with much ease. "I AM SORRY, SIR! PLEASE!"
"Tell me, Miss Y/L/N" his own breathing was labored when he finally stopped and let go of your side to snake his hand through and around your hair to gather a handful. Andy pulled your head and upper half of the body up with a jerk of the hand that he was holding your hair with. "Do you disrespect the work environment on purpose?" A shiver slithered through you despite the heaving in your chest when your boss pressed his warm body against your half naked back, perching his bearded chin on the junction between your shoulder and neck. "To get in trouble and end up here…" Your lips parched when he briefly ghosted the tip of his nose against your teary cheeks, facial hair scratching the skin of your jaw. "Like this, with your… boss?"
Your moist eyes widened and you gasped. "O- Of course n- not, Mr. Barber!" You sputtered through your overwhelmed and hazy mind. "I- I am not that k- kind of a girl!" Your boss snorted under his breath.
"Then that only leaves us with one conclusion, Miss Y/L/N…" Your shoulder pressed against the base of his jaw in its attempt to recoil against his ticklish invasion.
"W- What conclu–" the paper crumbled noisily between your fingers as you writhed. "... C- Conclusion, sir?" You stopped yourself from whining as your cheek reached out to seek the warmth his had been providing when he pulled away.
"That you, Miss Y/L/N…" The hand that Andy was holding your hair with forcefully craned your head downwards as his other hand straightened out the letter before firmly pasting itself on one side to keep the paper in place, the dim light of his office bouncing off the silver wedding band he wore on it. "Are simply not eligible for the job."
Your eyes widened as you audibly gasped. Oh no. "No, sir! Please! I am eligible for the job!" The man only clicked his tongue.
"I am sorry, Miss Y/L/N, but this letter and your overall behavior tells me otherwise" the finality in his words made you panic. "Lack of punctuality…" Andy's lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. "Lack of work ethic…" The gravelly effect his low volume was creating in his voice made your thighs quiver in need despite your throbbing ass. Actually, it added to the arousal that was boiling between your hips. "Lack of…" Craining your neck backwards, your boss moved his hand from the page to the curve between your legs and cupped your core. "Decency." Clicking his tongue he brought the back of the same hand against your ass again. "Tsk, all sprawled out and leaking in front of your boss like a dirty little opportunist" your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips rocked against empty air to cope with the surge of shivers that bolted down your waist. Another backhand strike was given to your ass to bring you out of your brief daze before his hand placed itself on the document again.
"Oh, please, Mr. Barber!" You begged as you tried to move your head to face him but his firm hold on your hair kept you facing the disaster that had costed your boss a fraction of his otherwise spotless reputation. "I really need this job!" You timidly moved your hand that was besides his on the table, hoping he would not take offense from what you were about to do. "I- I…" Your tongue burnt in embarrassment. "I- I beg you please r- reconsider…" Your pinky finger reached for his thumb and slowly caressed the larger digit as you bit your tongue.
Your boss sighed. "I've been wasting the State's resources reconsidering for two years now" the words left a pang on your self esteem.
District Attorney Andrew Barber was infamous within the entire Middlesex County Courthouse for having no tolerance for unprofessionalism and fuck ups. You had to be at par to survive under him and ready to face any challenge head on especially if you were new. And your boss considered any one with less than a decade of experience to be new. So while your heart tried to console you into thinking that the relationship you had with him would help in some way, better judgment did not shy away from giving you the harsh check that once Andy Barber was done with someone, he made sure they did not breathe the same workspace air as him ever again.
You had heard stories, and they were not nice.
You pouted in both shame and guilt as you hooked your pinky around his thumb softly. "I- I am sorry, Mr. Barber, honest. P- Please give me a chance. I'll d- do anything to prove myself!" If only you were not so clumsy and negligent you would not have been in this embarrassing situation in the first place.
"Will you, now?" He was clearly not convinced. Not in the slightest.
"P- Promise!"
Andy sighed. "Fine." He forcefully whipped your head to the side to face him, one eyebrow raised slightly. "But you are packing yourself a box no questions asked if you fail, I don't have the time or any more resources for your not taking this very sensitive job seriously" the sternness of his deep voice made you gulp.
"Y- Yes, sir." A whimper escaped you as you bit on your tongue to stop yourself from grinding your burning ass against his crotch. Yes, you were on the verge of getting fired but he was so hot when he was like this. "B- But I promise I'll do whatever you say and prove myself!" A dangerous glint appeared in his dark blue eyes.
"Whatever I say, huh?"
"Whatever you say, sir!" You dared not think your words over, aware of the thinness of the thread that was holding you.
"Very well." Your head was made to face the paper again; downwards. Just how he liked you against him. "Tell me, Miss Y/L/N…" His lips were against your ear as he placed the hand that was on the table over yours. "What happens when we make a mistake?" Fuck. Andy was speaking slowly in a manner similar to one a person adopts to speak to a child.
Well, he never had made your dumbness a secret.
"W- We apologize for it, sir" your heart jumped and eyes widened again when he reached for the ruler without humming in agreement. Shit. You had done something wrong. You raked your brain desperately. Something was missing. But what?! As Andy started to lower you in the humiliating spanking position again a bulb went off in your head. "A- AND!" You stiffened your back, refusing to go down any further regardless of how much slick you had released during the spanking. It hurt just as much as it aroused you. Your boss was way too strong for you to withstand another ruler spanking by him in the same hour. "AND WE RECTIFY, SIR! PLEASE, SIR! WE RECTIFY IT, SIR! PLEASE!" Now he chuckled softly.
You sighed in relief, having no choice but to only hope your ass was safe now.
"That's right…" Tilting your head back to bring your ear closer to his lips again, Andy grazed the wooden weapon against your unblemished thighs from the front. "So, will you rectify, Miss Y/L/N?" When you nodded with an obedient yes sir, Andy's lips curled against the helix of your ear. "Any way I tell you to?"
"Anything, whatever, however, sir" you helplessly breathed, needing him to touch you more but knowing he wouldn't until he was done with making his point.
"Good girl" you whimpered in relief when he finally placed the ruler in its place on the table. That meant it was done for the rest of the evening. "You will rectify this letter in front of me right now" because you were bound to procrastinate until the next deadline, you knew it just as well as him. "Only you will do it…" Andy's voice lowered to a whisper. "Sitting on my cock with your cute tits hanging out like the desperate little favor slut that you are" as if on cue, your hole clenched and released more slick. Your cheeks flushed.
"Y- Yes, sir." You tried not to sound too eager. "Thank you, sir." Your training echoed in your response.
Since your rights to a personal office had been revoked a month after your joining –courtesy of your work ethic, or lack thereof– it was not too much of a challenge to walk to your work table half naked with the accompaniment of your blushing and bruising ass on full display. Andy had ordered for your desk to be set up in a corner of his own office where he could keep his vigilant eye on you at all times.
Grabbing your laptop and keeping your head low once you turned to walk to your boss' chair, you chewed on your bottom lip while trying to ignore his piercing gaze as he spread his massive thighs, getting comfortable on the chair while admiring his handiwork; you.
"I- I'll just…" Your face burnt in humiliation as you awkwardly malfunctioned, his intense eyes making you too aware of everything all at once. Clutching your laptop close to your chest you moved his own away with your free hand before placing yours in the spot. "Y- Yeah…" He knew how much the silence stung you in these situations so he stayed just like that, enjoying the show of you stumbling and panicking as you made a mess of figuring out what to do first like a clueless little baby. Your mind took a few moments to catch up and you sighed in relief when it did. Having decided your course of action, you bent down at last and reached for his fly.
Andy only tutted, making you look up at him in confusion. You were already half naked so all you had to do was to undo his pants and get to work… right? Oh God. His intimidating gaze made you second guess everything everytime. The man slowly shook his head before tilting it to the side and raising an amused eyebrow at you. It took you about a minute's worth of blinking at him blankly before you realized…
Oh! "M- May I, sir?" His snort made your heart drop and you almost whined. He was being so mean! "Thank you, s- sir" you breathed out as quietly as you possibly could when he finally nodded at last, clearly taking his sweet time with flustering you every chance he got.
Andy's huge cock never failed to intimidate you, because the rather monstrous girth coupled with the sheer length seemed to always make a promise that your little pussy would not be able to accommodate it.
And then the heavy balls were a whole another thing.
You turned around to prepare yourself to sit on the seat your boss had chosen for you this evening. Once his very hard and leaking cock was unsheathed, your shaky hands reached for the arm rests of the chair as you winced and lowered yourself. The tremble in your thighs increased as they slightly widened due to the position you were in, the sticky skin causing a noticeable plop sound. Your face and ass burnt alike.
"Come on now, you know this, Miss Y/L/N" Andy finally spoke in an encouraging tone, his own voice strangled as he grabbed one of your hips gently, the metal of his wedding band cold against your skin. "Just like that… good girl." The stiff ridge of his cock grazed against your folds and you whimpered in response, moving your ass to try and fit your entrance against it but the thick top slid away due to the difference in size of the impaler and about to be impaled.
Your knees gave out at last and you landed on your boss' lap with a loud and embarrassing oof, quickly apologizing and scrambling back up on your feet to not annoy him any more than you already had today.
Andy sighed. "I don't know, Miss Y/L/N." You could just visualize him shaking his head in disappointment as you hurriedly tried to align yourself against the fat organ that just would not fucking stay put against your slippery folds. "You are not exactly helping me here…" He stroked your ass cheeks with the back of his hand, the ring cooling your skin in tiny streaks. "All I see is a clueless little girl dumbly patting about like it's her first time." You started to struggle to reach behind you to try and hold the organ in place now, killing the frustrated whine that was threatening to burst out of you. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were ineligible for this simple little task as well" you cried out when he struck your bruised cheeks with the back of his hand, the suddenness of his action shocking you into slipping. Your pussy that had finally found his tip sunk down the giant span of his cock with a loud squelch and the fat ridge collided with your special little spongy spot as you landed in your spot for the evening.
"Oh, my God!" Your back arched as you threw your head back and felt stars cloud your vision. The tight ring of muscles guarding the wet cavern leading up to your womb clenched around his girth as you felt the tip press against your sensitive bundle of nerves cruelly.
Andy moved slowly and his chest pressed against your back, the movement causing friction against your needy and much sensitive walls. Only, the stimulation was just enough to persevere the small flame of raw, hot need between your hips but not enough to cause or move towards any sort of relief. You leaned into him as you felt his hands reach for your pussy, the action making you sigh out in relief. Finally, some help.
But you should have known your boss better…
It was not your aching and throbbing core that was grabbed but the front of your silk blouse that his rough fingers curled against before the velvet coated buttons went flying everywhere. Your eyes widened as you gasped in realization of what he had done, pussy clenching and making him grunt out a chuckle as he pulled your bra cups away to let your tits hang free, as he liked to say it.
"Dumb little girl…" His face had found the crook of your neck again, the hickey he had left there yesterday hot against his moist lips. "Needs her boss to do everything for her, tsk" a punishing smack resounded against one of your boobs and your back arched to withstand the ache the strike caused in your nipple, the action resulting in the creation of the same torturous friction in your weeping walls. "Well, what are you waiting for, then? Get to it!" Andy's stern words brought you back on ground and your bottom lip wobbled.
So cruel.
You sniffled. "Y- Yes, sir…" Biting your lip to try and keep still as much as could be possible, you pulled the lid of your laptop upwards until the screen lit up to life. A small whine left you when your nipple was pinched and pulled as a silent reprimand for the lack of password. Your careful boss had warned you and even taught you how to put a password on the device because of the sensitive data files and case material in your hard drive.
But it was just so much work having to type it in every time you locked it or it went to sleep mode!
You gulped as you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong or out of the ordinary, feeling your cheeks heat up when Andy snorted at your wallpaper. It was a picture of you and him at a work dinner in a fancy restaurant. A colleague you were girlfriends with had taken the picture where you were leaning into Andy as he smiled and poured wine into his glass. While you looked into the camera, his eyes were trained at what he was doing, the silver of his wedding band glinting under the lights. The wall behind you two was made of glass and the pink evening sky beautifully melted into a bright orange as it blended with the tall city buildings soon after.
Biting your lip in embarrassment because you knew his wallpaper was that of some famous architecture, you quickly clicked on the file that had led to your doom. You liked to think that you were normally not this shy but you were both different and not your usual selves in these situations. A wince slithered past your lips when you mindlessly reached for the printout that he had corrected only for his cock to rub against and probe into your insides.
Andy leaned back against the chair but did not let go of your boobs, resorting to softly toying with them as he enjoyed the sight of you struggling to straighten out the paper, place it and move the cursor. If you had learnt one thing under your boss it was that you should try to keep your work as errorless and up to par as much as your qualification and experience allowed. But once the District Attorney had corrected something himself in his rather traditional method, you were to rectify the final draft in the exact same manner.
Or else.
Said or else you had found out 2 months into your job so you dared not stray, shakily grabbing a pencil to cross out everything you were setting right on the paper.
Some minutes passed in silence after that, the nib of the pencil occasionally scratching the paper and the clicks of the keyboard the only sounds in the room. Your body was tense as you rigidly worked, the tautness caused by your controlled breathing making your chest ache as you tried to stay still to avoid raising any more of your boss' ire as well as to suppress the painful friction where your bodies connected as much as could be managed.
When your laboured breathing turned into soft grunts, Andy tore his gaze away from the screen as he blinked and noticed just how stiff your form had become. The man detached a hand from one of your nipples that he had been twirling while enjoying the feeling of your warm cavern hugging him to place it on your hip. After bracing you for the inevitable rubbing of your flesh against his skin, the man reached for the covered glass of water that he kept on his table and dragged the tumbler towards him before grabbing it.
"Relax" his free hand rubbed your side as he brought the rim to your lips. "You're too tense" you were grateful for the ticklish kiss that was placed against your bare shoulder. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just relax…" You only realized the parchness of your mouth when you sipped the cool water and sighed as it trickled its way down your throat.
Then Andy guided you through the quick breathing excercise you needed in these sorts of instances sometimes.
"Thank you, sir" you submissively whimpered as you ducked your face in his direction and felt your eyelids flutter close, soft cheek pressing against his bearded one for comfort. It was now that you realized just how tightly you had been clenching all your muscles defensively.
But your caring husband had come to your rescue, as always.
Even when boss was displeased and unforgiving.
"You're doing a good job, honey" Andy peppered soft kisses all over your cheek, caressing the nipple he had cruelly twisted a few minutes before with a featherlight touch. "You're nearly there now, I am so proud of you" the words of affirmation made you smile softly and you deemed it okay to kiss his scruffy cheek.
You needed it.
"Thank you, hubby. You're the best. I love you so much" before you turned around albeit with a wince thanks to the rod of flesh still very much violating your insides, getting back to work with a newfound enthusiasm.
Andy now palmed your pussy softly but did not allow you any stimulation just because he was mean like that, nibbling at the hickey he had left on one of your boobs this morning. "I love you more, my dearest" pressing a sloppy kiss to the bruise, he steeled one of your hips in place with a firm hand when you got too ahead of yourself and tried to produce friction. Though you knew that the only two possible things you could have after sitting on his dick for this long was either a ruined orgasm or a climax so powerful that your consciousness would give out. "But only sir or boss in the office" he could not help but snicker, resulting in the sending of vibrations up your womb when his stern words made you clench around his balls that your wetness had welcomed in it centimeter by centimeter.
"Yes, s- sir~" you breathed out shakily, typing in the last word before crossing it out from the paper and tallying the two versions of the letter. "Sorry, sir."
After you were sure you had gotten everything right, you crossed your fingers and requested the boss to review it one last time. A sigh of relief escaped you when Andy's firm gaze scrutinized the draft for some five minutes before he hummed with a nod, ordering you to print it then and there because he knew you too well.
The District Attorney then made you lift yourself off his cock to collect the print and waddle to your table to get an envelope for it. Andy fixed himself up after sending you on your way with a last ass shattering slap that made you jump with a squeal. The man only chuckled and shook his head at your quirks.
"Now fix my desk, Miss Y/L/N, thank you" was your last order for the day as your boss got up and picked up his coat, ready to leave in his now proper attire while you obeyed completely naked with the only exceptions being your tattered blouse and bra hanging from your shoulders. Pulling his laptop back in place, you returned the tumbler in its spot and covered it, moving some files that were out of place in order before gulping as you nudged the ruler back in its appropriate position.
Once you were done, you wobbled back and moved his chair in place.
"Done, sir."
Andy smiled and held out one arm invitingly as his coat hung from the other one. "Come to hubby" you gladly lept in his direction and reached for his hand with the one on which the expensive diamond of your wedding ring was twinkling under the dim lights.
"Can't walk, honey" you pouted and batted your eyelashes at him in that cute way that made him lose his mind every time.
Andy snorted and nodded, fully aware of your trick but not complaining. "Of course, hun" draping his coat that protectively covered everything that needed covering over your form, the older man ducked to circle his arms around your legs, the blistered skin of your ass making you wince as he hauled you up on his shoulder with ease.
"Honey?" Hugging your husband's warm jacket tight around your form, you felt him place a safe hand on your ass to keep the last section of the coat in place, just in case. You pouted while hanging upside down as Andy moved around the room with no regard for your weight.
Almost as though you were nothing more than a light blanket role.
Perks of marrying a man who had tanks for arms.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Your husband questioned as he locked the office's door which read Mr. & Mrs. Andrew Barber after turning the lights off, tugging at the handle at last, just to be sure.
You whimpered before pouting a little, watching the back of his head as you toyed with your wedding ring nervously. "D- Did you mean all that about the r- resources and f- firing me…?" He had sounded alarmingly serious and you had almost pulled the plug on the scene then and there. So you needed reassurance.
Your strict husband softly chuckled. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that, darling…" Andy patted your sore ass before continuing. "You'll make a cute housewife." Wait…
Oh, no!
You did not want to spend the entire day apart from your husband waiting and waiting only for him to come back for a handful of hours! No! Absolutely unacceptable! You almost huffed out loud before stopping yourself and resorting to shaking your head quietly instead. Because you knew better than to argue with Mr. Responsible District Attorney -for you had joked recklessly about work once and that day had not ended well for you-, you vowed to yourself to start being less negligent instead.
Because there was no way you were getting fired from this job.
Ever.
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Reaper 12
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Warnings- Dom/Sub dynamics, subspace, domspace, spitting, slapping/impact play, degradation kink, praise kink, kink negotiation, mention of knife play, name calling, a mix of mean and soft Dom H. oopses.
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"What is it that you wanted to talk about?” Bunny couldn’t help the words from spilling from her mouth. They had just settled in back at the hotel after a quick stop to snack. Harry handed her some chips he’d saved from the airport lounge, wanting to make sure she was full as he took a seat next to her on the couch.
“I have some questions for you, that's all. If you have any for me we can also talk about it.” Harry spoke as he pulled open the bag of chips, “I want to know some more about what you like, yeah? Know I can make them all happen, want to see how you like it best.” He was already feeling himself get worked up.
He placed a few chips in his mouth to stop himself from revealing his true impatience. He loved to tease himself with it, hear her talk about all the things he knew he’d blow her mind with if she let him.
Bunny felt a warmth wash over her under his stare. Harry was like a wolf waiting to pounce, like an animal who enjoyed playing with his food. Her eyes locked with his again, eyes hazy with desire.
“I’m really curious. About a lot of things.”
Harry understood that. He hadn’t been sure what exactly she had been a part of or researched herself besides what she had already told him about the anal play, but he sure as shit was going to find out. “That’s good. Being curious and interested is a good thing. I think… I want to start off with what you definitely don’t think you want to do.” He stroked over her shoulder.
There was so much he wanted to do with her that the list of things he didn’t want to do was extremely small. “I know we’ve had rough sex, I’ve edged you, degraded you a bit. And you’re good with all of that, yeah?” He questioned, slipping his fingers under the neck of her shirt to feel the warm skin of her bare shoulder. Her nod was immediate and eager, making him smile. “Good. I just want to tell you that you can be comfortable with me. There’s no need to be embarrassed or hesitant to bring things up. I want you to be open and honest with me and tell me about the things you’d like to do. Your wildest dreams, things you fantasize about, things you are curious about. Should have had a better chat about this before if m'honest, and that’s my fault for not doing it.” He frowned. “But I’m gonna try to be the best I can here. So open that pretty mouth and get to talkin’.”
“I don’t think I’d be a fan of anything that could permanently harm me, but… I do enjoy a bit of pain.” She had always had an interest in it. Something about the rough touch always got her throbbing, aching for more. “The stinging feeling is really nice. I also don’t think I’d like to do anything too humiliating. I don’t think you would, because you know most of my limits. For most sexual things I’m more sensitive to rejection.”
Bunny knew she could get so into pleasing her partner, that it’s gotten her into trouble before. Sometimes she was so lost in the feeling that she forgot what she previously said she wouldn’t do. It was a shame she’d found out what she hated most was disrespect.
“I just know that I want to feel your touch on every inch of me so much that I feel it on me the next day.” The desire to be marked by his touches and kisses were overwhelming. “Want to give into you, want you to make me.”
The desires were tame, in his opinion. Dislikes basic and very do-able. He wouldn’t ever want to cause permanent harm. Quite frankly, the man would rather die than leave a mark that would last more than a few days. The thought of her in pain that didn’t lead to pleasure made him sick.
“Noted. I don’t think I need to tell you I wouldn’t ever do something that hurt you last fading in a few hours or days. But you like to feel it after, then. The burn, the sting, the ache. I like that.” He smirked to himself, fingers finding her necklace that had been tucked under her shift and fiddled with it.
“When you say pain, what are we thinking? Because there’s a few levels to it.” He shifted slightly, angling his body towards her. “We’ve got spanking, we’ve done that. Hair pulling. Biting. Scratching. All things I'm a fan of. Then you can go on to toys and impact play with them. Paddles, whips, canes. I’m not a massive fan of the cane, if I’m honest. Paddles, absolutely. Whips are a gray area for me. I’ve used them before and enjoyed them, but the person was a true masochist.” He explained. Bunny didn’t seem like the type to like whips, but he also had been shocked she liked anal play, so .
“We have pain that’s derived from pleasure. That’s what I like. Overstimulation. Making you orgasm over and over until it hurts and you’re sensitive- and doing it again.” He licked his bottom lip, knowing he had gone easier on her in the past. “I enjoy what we’ve done but I haven’t gone as heavy handed as I could be. Haven’t been as rough. We haven’t had this conversation properly, so I wasn’t ready to do that.” There was a slight pause. “You know subspace, yeah? It happens for dominant people too. S’called dom space. I’d like to venture into that at some point. Haven’t fully allowed myself to do it yet because, if I’m honest, didn’t really give a true fuck about anyone I was with beyond respecting them and caring for them as a human when we’d play like that. But I trust you.”
“Whips don’t sound fun and canes no… but I don’t mind a paddle, though your hands already feel good.” Bunny flirted, already a bit squirmy at the idea. She had a feeling he would be delivering many stinging slaps against her skin, the sounds she was already imagining ringing through her ears.
“Dom space? What does dom space feel like to you?” The girl was genuinely curious. She wanted to make sure that he was also properly taken care of, her hand reaching for his to place a soft kiss to it.
Bunny hadn’t had a proper dom before. She remembered her first time in subspace she didn’t realize what was happening, she just remembered how sensitive she had gotten and how much she forgot about. How easy it was for her partners to take advantage. Bunny had no doubt Harry would get her there and treat her appropriately.
“To me… it feels like I’m elevated. Maybe a little high. I haven’t fully felt it yet, but it’s similar in essence, I’ve heard, to subspace. I’m more aware, though. More in tune with you.” It was a difficult thing for him to explain out loud. “However, I’m okay with no whips and canes. Not my preferred method either way. I like feeling the sting in my palm.”
Harry liked seeing the flesh ripple under the hit, seeing it bloom. He loved watching her jolt and fall back into his hand, fingers digging into the sheets or curling into a fist as the hit strike went straight to their stomachs. The sound of it, the sharp snap, all of it appealed to him.
“And for us… I think aftercare will always be important. It usually is, but you’re very sensitive and I can imagine that if you drop in that way, s’intense for you.” He murmured, looking at her face as she was deep in thought. This was both an interesting and arousing conversation to have, but he needed safety first. He felt so much for her, he would never want to put any bit of it in jeopardy. “Can y’tell me some about what you’d like from me after doing something intense? Know you love to be held and praised but, do you need more? Something different?” Her needs needed to be catered to. It was his first time doing this with someone who hasn’t actually participated in this, only by accident here or there. He wanted the experiences with him to be as positive as humanly possible. “Anything to avoid after?”
“Don’t want to be left alone, even if we have to clean up or something just take me with you or lay with me.” She knew that for certain. “Probably need some water and something sweet at some point to get me back if it takes a bit, I’ve never fully dropped so I’m not sure what exactly I’d need but… yeah, just don’t leave until you know I’m back.”
Maybe this was a new thing that was developing, but she always had this fear even without the subspace. Abandonment was a tough feeling to navigate, especially having her brother and her dad in and out of the house growing up. Sometimes she worried they wouldn’t make it back, one night her dad didn’t. It seeped through into her sex life and partners, she didn’t want them to leave.
“I know after we do something intense I’ll just feel very vulnerable, so just be gentle and I will be okay. You’re already good at it, you know? I’m sure it will feel amazing afterwards.”
“Okay.” He could manage that. Actually– he didn’t know how he could do anything but gentleness and sweetness to her after the fact. That was something he was usually quite good at with her so far, thankfully. He hadn’t been confident in his ability to be gentle before they’d started.
“I’ll take note of that. That’s pretty basic aftercare from what I’ve noticed so it wouldn’t be difficult for me. I kind of want to take care of you all the time.”
The admission took her by surprise, the smile blooming on her face as she felt heat under her skin. He liked taking care of her? She preened at that. He didn’t even seem like he had much of a choice. It was natural for him when it wasn’t for anyone else, which made her feel especially good.
“Next question is… what are you the most curious about trying? Things you’ve been wanting to try with me or been a bit nervous to bring up. I want you to be open with me and tell me the real things you want so I can make sure you’re satisfied.” He moved his hand out of his shirt to knuckle over her jaw, smiling when she tilted her head to lean into his touch.
“I um…” Bunny was a bit lost on how to properly say the words out loud. It would shocking for him to hear from her, but the thought of it sent shivers up her spine. “You’ve always been really adamant on not laying a hand on me physically, never with malicious intent.” She shifted so she was facing him better. “But that stinging feeling I was talking about earlier, I want you to slap me.” The words hung in the air for a moment. Saying the words out loud made her a bit nervous, “You just… look really sexy when you’re angry and I know that I should probably be scared when I’ve seen you like that, but I’m not. All I ever think about is you fucking the life out of me.”
There had been many fantasies Bunny had about him taking his rage out on her, through sex of course. Perhaps it was something she should work out in other ways, unpack why it aroused her, but she didn’t want to. That emerging side of her wanted to explore it. Her eyes blinked up at him, expecting him to try and convince her otherwise. It seemed like her words only made him think harder.
Harry looked at her, brows shooting up at the request. It was one of the last things he had expected her to say, really. One he had to take a second to think about.
“You want me… to slap you?” He said it slowly, looking at her curiously. Harry didn’t want to make her feel nervous or embarrassed in the slightest, but it was one he was going to tread with caution. “To hit you in the face? I need clarification.” This wasn’t something to assume about.
At her nod, he licked his lip nervously before brushing his fingertips against her heated cheek. “So… explain it to me. When would you want me to smack you?” He questioned, looking at her eyes, trying to gauge her emotions. “You’d want it when I’m inside you? Want me to just use my judgment to do it, or you’ll tell me when you want it?” He was full of questions, obviously. “I’m not opposed. I’ll keep it light, I don’t want any marks on your face and I know how to control my strength but, I’m very curious about how you came up with that. Is it something you’ve always liked or…” was it just for him?
Bunny felt playful, pressing a nip to the side of his thumb as he brushed over her lips.
“It’s a very recent thing, it’s definitely something you’ve made me aware of where I wasn’t before the spanking.” She thought back to the first time she felt those initial bubbles of interest. It made her cunt feel warm from the inside, the sting traveled through her in waves.
“I’d want it up to you, but I’ll also tell you if I want it… can deny the request if you need.” It was a layered request, she wanted him to claim a certain type of dominance over her. She was ready to let go for him if he let her. The conversation was making it harder for her to keep it together, but she wanted to see where else the conversation would take them.
“If you want to do it while you’re inside, that’d be hot. I’ll always tell you if it’s too much.” Bunny had a way about her when it came to him. She knew just how to deliver things to get through to him.
“Hm. Okay.” It was a little intimidating, that request. Mostly because he hadn’t imagined it before, never even dreamed of it, but he found that he would probably do anything for her pleasure. As long as it was consensual.. It was fine with him. He would try it. “We’ll try that. I wasn’t expecting that in the slightest… knew you liked spanking but that’s different. You’re gonna have t’tell me if you like it when we try it.” There was a chance she wouldn’t, and he was prepared for that. “It’s okay if you don’t. It’s exploring, isn’t it?” Her nod made him relax a little bit. He’d never had this sort of conversation with someone he gave a shit about.
“I do have some more questions though. I can see you’re getting worked up but I need you to know you aren’t getting a thing until we’ve finished discussing, so keep clenching your thighs if you want, but don’t tease me.”
Bunny was a tease and they both knew it. Harry was a weak man for her, but he wanted to continue. “What do you like so far? When we fuck… what’s the thing you like the most and want some more of? M’assuming a bit of the manhandling, moving you around and being a bit rough. I want to know what your favorites are.” He paused, tucking some of her hair back so he could see her face properly. “Cause I think I want to spit in your mouth a bit more. S’that okay with you?”
“That’s good, yes please.” She nodded and felt a tingle at the way his tone landed on her ears. So smooth and stern, yet so ready to devour her in every way.
“I really like it when you talk to me. You’re really intimidating but it’s so hot… makes me want to climb on top of you, like how you have your way with me.” Bunny was thinking about all of their encounters, thinking about how much attention he paid to her body. How he had made her feel dirty and beautiful. She wanted more.
“I love the way you talk about my body. How you make me wait. You love to tease me but I can take more.” Bunny liked a good challenge. “And um… since we’ve been in the clubhouse I um, I liked the idea of them hearing us. Part of me wanted them to see…” Her cheeks heated, looking down at her lap. That was more of a fantasy, she knew he would understand, but still intimidating to admit. “I wouldn’t mind someone watching if you approved of them.”
That got him interested. His girl was a bit of an exhibitionist, wasn’t she? He was very pleased at the moment, hearing her talking about what she’s liked that he’s done for her, what makes her go wild. He did tend to run his mouth a lot but Bunny liked it, encouraged it. He could see on her face right now that she would more than likely do anything he asked.
“My girl’s dirty, isn’t she?” He sighed, shaking his head with a little smile curled at the edge of his lips. “Like what you added there, at the end of that. If I approve. I do. I wouldn’t mind showing off. I just don’t want anyone else touching you.” That was a firm no go for him. He would blow their heads off. Harry wanted her solely to himself. “I’ll bring you somewhere to show you off if that’s something you’d enjoy. I’ve heard whispers of a club around here that we can do precisely that. But we aren’t going to let anyone else touch you. That’s a hard limit of mine. Y’understand me?”
His face was deadly serious and she felt a thrill go up her spine at it. He was that possessive of her. He’d shared partners before, she assumed, but he wanted her to himself only. The idea was very pleasing to her.
“Yes, sir. I’d love to go. I don’t want anyone else to touch us. They can just watch. I like the idea a lot.” She admitted, squirming again on the couch. The mere thought went straight to her cunt.
“Good. I won’t share.” He shot her a look that she probably didn’t need, but continued. “More hard limits of mine are vomit, bathroom stuff, not super into the food stuff besides whipped cream and chocolate, maybe… no cock cages for me, fisting for me, needles… fireplay. M’okay with wax or knife play but, I don’t want to be stabbed unless it’s a tattoo.” He was somewhat joking. He could see that intimidated her a bit, though.
“Know that’s intense. But I had to list them. I’m open to most things.”
“Oh well— yeah I definitely don’t like the sound of a lot of that either. But whipped cream and chocolate sounds fun. And sticky.” Bunny scrunched her nose at the thought but carried on, not allowing it to distract her. “Wax is good too… the knife play?” Bunny was intrigued but she wasn’t exactly sure if she would like it. “Can you tell me a little more about that? How would that work with us?” She wanted to see his vision, understand the filthy desires he kept quiet about. There was a thrill in the surprise most of the time, but she was in the mood to pick at his brain.
Harry looked so relaxed talking to her, his pupils dilated because he was truly in awe of the sight. Bunny got him going like nothing else, better than any drug or any revenge he’s gotten. His own vice.
“There’s a few ways we could do it. It’s a mix of wild adrenaline and your pain kink.” He teased, as if he didn’t have one to match. “I’d never go deep with it. Don’t even have to knick you. Just holding it to you, letting you feel the metal, the danger of it being close to your skin… it’s erotic. Danger is, I suppose.”
Harry’s whole life was danger. Filled with adrenaline releases and highs, it was something that he found to be creeping into his own sex life as he got older. He didn’t want to make her truly afraid, but the thrill went far. He knew that himself, the feeling of the cold metal running over his skin, even grazing him slightly had been enough to make him go wild.
“Could take the knife and hold it to your thigh. I’ve cut your panties off before, can do that with the rest of your clothes. Cut you out of them completely. Run it over your body. Even give you a little scratch with it. It all depends on your comfort. If you don’t want to, it isn’t a big deal. But I think you’d like it.”
It was really hot when he cut through her panties. That was a fond memory of hers.
“I did like it.” She was almost uncomfortably wet remembering how he looked at her, the slicing sound and her shock of her realizing what he had done. “I think I would like more, a scratch would feel good.” Bunny could already picture it against her skin, she did trust him with her life. He’d never harm her.
Her curiosity was getting the best of her, she wanted to hear more about what he liked. The answer didn’t quite satisfy the aching in her belly for more.
“Is there anything I do that you really like?” Bunny let her hand rest against his thigh, leaning closer into him. She desperately wanted to touch and kiss him, but they were having a serious conversation. It wouldn’t stop her from touching him.
It wasn’t that Harry had anything to hide, he just felt it was obvious. He was very vocal about the things he liked, practically everything she did got to him. The girl wanted to know.
His eyes went to her hand on his thigh, shooting up a brow as he looked back at her. She was trying her best to be good. He could see it, she was itching to be touched and vice versa, but she was holding on. It settled in his stomach, the satisfaction that she wanted to be good for him.
“There’s a lot of things I like. I like when you pull on my hair and you dig your nails into my skin. I like when you choke on me. When you let me use your mouth to fuck.” He took her hand in his own, tangling their fingers. Maybe he was taunting her a little bit.
“I like when you make noise. When you get so worked up that you babble a bit. Lets me know m’doing a good job.” His lips quirked up in a slight smirk. I do like occasionally when you’re a brat and you fight me a little bit, mostly because I like to take over and make you take it. I’ve been a bit tame with you so far with what I’ve done in the past. I’m going to keep going to work you up to more. But I want you to be vocal for me. Tell me what you like and what you want more of. That’s the shit I need for us to keep playing the way you want.” With a gentle squeeze, he released her hand and found her cheek, curling his fingers around it. Her body was practically vibrating with need and he could see it. He could feel it.
“Tell me what you’re feeling at this moment.”
“I feel really tingly…” She didn’t know what better word to use. “I feel like I need you to touch me or I need to touch you. Just want to kiss you so bad but we’re having a conversation and I don’t want to be rude.” Bunny was eager to play, she felt like she had had enough of the conversation now. It felt like it’s been ages since she felt his skin.
It made her feel so nice knowing there were things she did naturally that made him feel good. She rubbed over his hand with her thumb, though she couldn’t move it much. It was as if he was keeping her in place. Bunny kept her eyes on him, waiting patiently for his next move. His next words. She had been so good and planed on continuing. She wanted to get him in the best of moods, make him feel good after all the emotional turmoil they’ve both had.
Harry just couldn’t believe how good she was.
“I’m impressed with you.” He admitted to her. “You’re being incredible for me. Such a good girl.” The two last words came as a soft croon, his fingers gently squeezing her face as she melted into the touch. The praise itself has her toes curling, looking hazy eyed up at him with a new eagerness in her blood.
That was what she wanted. She wanted his praise and to impress him, to get him to be proud of her. That was the ultimate goal. Her restraint had given the desired effect, Harry’s approval making the tingles turn into vibrations in her body. Yes, this was her being his good girl.
“You need to ask for what you want.” He instructed. “Whether I’ll give it to you or not is up to me. But I’d like for you to speak up and tell me what you’d like when you’d like it.”
“Whenever?”
This was a big deal to her.
Bunny had never been one to vocalize her wants. She had always kept them to herself and expected her signals to do the talking for her. That wouldn’t do with Harry, but she liked it in a way. It was a challenge, but she didn’t mind asking him.
“I’m still so needy for you, you know? I can’t get it out of my system.” Bunny didn’t think she wanted to. “You’re going to be hearing it a lot more now.” She couldn’t be shy anymore, if she needed it she would have to tell him. “Because I really want you to fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.” She felt her heart rate speed up. “Want to try something new, but you can surprise me. I like it when you pick for me.” When she got to give up control.
There was something else she knew she was forgetting as she tried to rack her brain, feeling a bit shy when she remembered. “Ah and I really want a kiss before we start.”
Harry sat for a moment, looking at her with pride. She was perfect for him. Bunny wanted to give him what he wanted because it would give her pleasure. He wanted to give it to her. He really just wanted to ruin her. Make her boneless and soft and useless just for him.
“We are going to continue using the stoplight system. Green is good, more, you’re fine. Yellow… slow down. You’re okay but you need a moment or we need to pause. Red is stop. No matter what, red is stop. If you can’t talk, hit or knock three times. Do you get me?”
Her nod was immediate. That’s what she had been missing. Safe word. The intensity of it already had her feeling hot and needy and she had been rushing but of course, Harry knew what was missing. He always did.
“Yes. Yes- I get you, Harry. Can we kiss? Please?” Her plead sounded whiny, even to her, but she couldn’t help it. She was desperate and she wanted to start. “I was a good girl, right? I need a kiss. Please, sir.”
And so it began.
“Come on then. Come sit on me and give me the kisses you want.” He patted his lap, releasing her so she could climb on him.
It didn’t take much for Bunny to fling herself on him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders while her cunt pressed over his crotch. Her breathing was deep, heavy with need as she paused to take a look at him.
“You’re so handsome.” She spoke fondly, leaning forward to kiss him in a kiss that was so much warmer than it was needy. Bunny kissed with intention, making sure he could feel how serious she was about this despite her horny mind taking over. Kissing Harry always felt like she was breathing, keeping him close. She took her time leaning further into his warmth. Harry’s hands were already finding their place on her body, smoothing over her hips and perky ass.
He gripped at the skin, kneading and pulling just enough to give her some type of pleasure. Very light, but sensual. His touch felt heavy with desire, every bit of pressure had a purpose.
“I am? M’handsome?” The words were spoken through kisses, right against her lips. Harry was smug. He was cocky and arrogant and it made her throb, the way he knew he was hot and he could give her what she wanted, it made her feel crazy.
“Mhm. So handsome.” She whispered back, needy with her kisses. The girl was barely giving them time to breathe, clinging to him with a need that Harry hadn’t experienced from her before. It was the most he had teased her since their first time together, the conversation having added to the arousal she felt. So desperate to be close to him, to have him all over her.
“Good. M’glad you think so, pretty girl. So fucking pretty, every inch of you. Y’know that? I think you’re the prettiest little slut that’s ever been in my lap.” He drawled, pulling back from her lips despite her whine. “You’ve got the sweetest cunt, too. Best I’ve ever tasted. Gets soaked for me. N’you let me take it bare, don’t you?” His hands pulled her closer. “You’re gonna let me do it again today. Stretch you open, fill you up to the brim. And maybe, if you’re a good girl and take it like I want, I’ll lick you clean. But you’re going to have to be well behaved and listen to every single thing I ask of you.” He nudged his nose against her own, but kept their lips from touching despite her frown. “You think you can handle it?”
“Yes, I can handle it.” Bunny was quick to answer but wasn’t so sure if she could. She was definitely going to try her best. Y/N wanted to see all that he had to offer, to listen to him despite how achy her cunt felt. He knew best it seemed. Bunny was hot, her clothes feeling tight on her skin but she didn’t dare move away from him. “Please don’t tease me too much, I really need to feel you.” Bunny wanted to connect with him desperately. She let her hand scratch at the back of his neck, smoothing her thumb over the side of it to show the sincerity in her tone.
“I will listen, I’ll relax, I just want to feel close to you.”
Their intimacy became the safest place for her. She never wanted that to change.
His eyes softened slightly at her request. As much as he wanted to play, he wanted to take care of her. He was going to make sure she was fully taken care of and her needs were met, but he was a tease. He supposed be could lay off a bit… for now.
“Okay. My sweet girl, you need to feel me inside of you. Is that it?” He stroked her hair back out of her face, smiling slightly at her nod. “Okay. We can do that. Let’s get you ready for me, hm?”
Harry slowly began to lift the shirt she was wearing, exposing her skin inch by inch. “I need to see this perfect body. Perfect cause every single inch belongs to me. Doesn’t it, my girl?” He questioned. “You let me have you as my girl. You let me touch you and kiss on you… you belong solely to me. Every fucking inch of you is mine.” His lips pressed against hers momentarily before he peeled the shirt over her head. “Tell me you’re my girl.”
“I am your girl, always have been.” She meant that as well. In her head she had always been his, it was only ever him on her mind. It was still settling in that he wanted her just as much. Even hearing him say she was his was sending chills up her spine. Did he really mean it?
She was going to believe it for right now. It felt too good to deny.
“I hope you like the sets I wear for you.” Bunny felt like they always got so caught up in the moment, rarely did they take the time to acknowledge them but she was sure he noticed. Bunny has tried her best to match the sets with her mood. The one she wore today was a deep wine color. Burgundy almost, clinging to her skin with lace detail.
She squeezed her breasts together using her arms, leaning into him to steal another kiss while he was thinking. She pressed another to his cheek and down his jaw, smiling to herself as he melted into her. It was her favorite feeling.
“Always. You’re the prettiest girl. Y’know that?” He was lucky. Harry had known that since she had actually given him the time of day. A girl like her deserved a lot better than Harry, but he was going to do his damn hardest to try and make sure he was good enough for her. To make sure he proved his worth just for her. She went around and wore pretty lingerie for him, dolled herself up and the least he could do was appreciate it.
“Love this one. The red….” It complimented her skin tone perfectly. He wanted to have this image engrained in his head forever. Her lips were moving on his skin, touching him and moving as she pleased, but he was letting her. He didn’t have any problems with it, actually. He loved letting her have her way- just for a little bit. “Want you on your knees for me, baby. Don’t do anything without instruction… but get down on them and give me your eyes. Can y’do that for me?”
“Yes, sir.” She slowly made her way down to her knees but not without stealing one last peck to his lips. Her hands moved across his thighs, for support… sure. Bunny just really wanted to feel him up one more time before she fully gave into him and his filthy plans for the evening. Her eyes landed back on his as she settled on the back of her heels, hands folded in her lap on top of her jeans. It was a bit awkward being half naked, but there was also something so hot about being exposed to him. Harry was ready to have her fully naked or fully clothed. She could see it in his eyes.
Bunny’s view from the ground gave her a new perspective on why he always asked her to get on her knees. It was for him to get into the headspace, for him to give into the desires he holds back. She could see his demeanor changing, a wave of excitement rushing through her. They’d never been this open.
“Unzip me.”
His fingers had popped the button already, letting it be a bit easier for her as he sat with his length thick in his pants. He was drawing it out, keeping it moving ever so slowly because he wanted to cherish this. Every single time with her was special, but this was the first time they were going to properly play. Her shaky hands were quick to do as he asked, unzipping the pants and going to reach in to grab him- only to stop. She realized halfway through.
“Saw that. You stopped yourself.” His hand lazily pet over her hair. “Good. Look at that… You’re learning already. S’my obedient girl.” His hand did the honors, reaching into his jeans to fish himself out of them.
His cock was sensitive, his lips holding back a hiss as it was exposed to the cooler air. Thick and heavy in his palm, he gripped it at the base and slid it up towards the ruddy tip, letting his thumb slide over the slit. His stomach tensed as he hummed in his throat at the feeling, watching her distressed face.
She wanted to be the one doing that.
“Hands on my thighs. Don’t move them until I say to.” He instructed, feeling her comply immediately. He could get used to this. “Lean over and spit on it. Get it wet. You don’t get to have it yet, but you can help me.”
Bunny looked at him for approval feeling herself throb against the fabric of her panties.They were ruined. Something about spitting was so sexy to the both of them. Bunny enjoyed watching the thickness bubble up and coat the tip of his cock, how shiny and slick he became all because of her. Even the strands of spit coming from her lips drove her wild. She could imagine how it must look for him.
Her hands stayed still with their grip on his thighs, though she wished she could do a little more. She wasn’t going to test her luck so early on, she could wait. She knew she could.
Harry brought a hand up to keep the hair away from her face, wanting to give her the freedom to move her head as she pleased. Comfort was still the most important to him at this stage.
“A bit more, baby.” Harry was watching it trail down the length of his cock, but waited for her to finish before letting himself spread it. The slick sounds that came from his strokes as he pulled back up seemed to light a spark in Bunny’s eyes.
She glowed with that permission, moving down towards him again and letting another string of spit slip from her pursed lips down to his cock. His large hand was stroking himself slowly, spreading it around as she did so while the other held her hair back, fist loose in the makeshift ponytail. He watched the scene, catching the saliva with his hand and smearing it over the length.
“Christ.” He muttered under his breath. “Thatta’ girl. Knew you could be good for me. Looks good doesn’t it?” He taunted slightly. “Getting me wet just like I asked. Looks nice, doesn’t it?”
Bunny was gagging for it. As much as she tried to be good, she couldn’t hide the desperation. The whole day, hell- the whole trip- had been foreplay. His still slightly bruised knuckles were teasing her. He was doing what she wanted to be doing, her hands tightening on his thighs as she gave him a soft little whine. “Yeah. I wanna taste.” She blinked up at him. “May I please? I want to have it.”
“You want it that bad?” Harry was fond of how eager she was to please him, his grip tightening only slightly. “Gonna stop when I say so? Yeah?” He asked her for confirmation, pulling her head a little closer to him. It was only a bit rougher than usual, but he wanted to warm her up to the feeling.
“I’ll be good.” Bunny promised him, her eyes widen and expecting to be guided down on his cock. She really liked the feeling of him tugging at her hair, it was only light, but she was already pulling her hair back a bit to keep the tension.
“Go on then, give it a taste.” He gave the go ahead, allowing himself to sit back and relax into the feeling of her hot mouth on him. Harry was never sure what to expect from her, the type of blowjob she gave usually depended entirely on her mood. It was exciting for him too, to see her open up to him in such an intimate way.
It sent a thrill up her spine as he gave in to her. She had been waiting for this all day. Part of her had loved the delayed gratification, sure, but there was nothing quite like getting her way. Immediately she took him into her mouth with excitement evident, her lips stretching over him. She focused on the tip, humming in relief as she tasted him on her tongue.
She couldn’t explain it fully, why she loved sucking him so much. With her other lovers, it had been nice but never this fulfilling. Half of it she attributed to the fact that it was just Harry. His approval, his pleasure, his affection was worth ten times more than anyone else she had ever been with. The physical act fueled her. The feel of him against her tongue, the weight of it inside of her mouth, how he stretched her mouth open to have a bit of an achy jaw as a reminder, all of it totaled up to the pleasure she got from it.
His fingers stroked over her head, eyes watching intently as she bobbed her head slightly. That part was just as thrilling, having his eyes on her as she did such an intimate act. She wanted to impress him. “You can take more than that, petal.” He clicked his tongue, hooded eyes looking down at her. “Don’t disappoint me. I want more of me in that mouth.”
Disappointing him is certainly something she did not want to do.
His instruction was all it took for her to take more of him. She took a moment to adjust her breathing and make sure she was going slow at first to get used to his girth. Her eyes began to water slightly as they usually did, but she took him like a champ. It was a struggle, but her need to please outweighed the discomfort.
“Fuck. Knew you could do it, perfect little mouth of yours.” Harry purred, already feeling the effects of relief. Just having her mouth over him was enough, the soft velvety walls were much more appealing than anything else he could imagine. She really was the perfect girl, there all along. “What am I going to do with you?” Harry asked no one in particular, locking eyes with her for a moment only to notice how messy she had gotten. “Look so pretty with your mouth stuffed, S’like you were made for it.”
She felt like she was made for it. Bunny was made for him and he knew that he was made for her. Her mouth had taken him so well, her eyes watering but the eagerness to please overshadowing any sort of discomfort she may have.
His hand pet over her face, tenderly stroking the cheek as he held her hair in the other first. His thumb smeared some of her spit over her chin, feeling her moan around him.
“Love that you’re desperate for it. S’how I feel when I get my mouth on that sweet cunt. You know that?” He thumbed over where her cheeks hollowed, taking him down again with a little gag. “Fuck, love to bury my tongue in you and make you messy for me. Tastes so sweet and you make the prettiest noises.” He pulled her further down on his cock, feeling that gag again and letting out a groan.
Bunny moaned at his words, the vibrations being sent down through his cock. Her eyes had started to water but none of it was stopping her from giving him the pleasure he deserved. His groans and the sight of his clenching jaw were enough to motivate her. He was so confident about what he wanted, never hesitating to pull her closer.
She could take it.
That was the beauty of it all. Looking down at her and seeing her needy eyes, hungry for more. Her tongue expertly rubbed over his most sensitive parts, she’d been such a quick learner. Harry swore there was no one who had known him better.
“So fucking good, came to me all on your own as well… opened up so nicely.” Harry rasped, a proud smirk appearing on his face. “Getting me ready, bet you’ve been soaked since we were in the store, hmm?”
She hummed an agreement against him, sinking down again and holding her spot there without his prompt. The need to make him feel good felt engrained in her, wanting to make her hand herself over to him on a polished silver platter to do whatever the fuck he wanted to her. Getting to pleasure him was her favorite thing to do. The weight of his cock on her tongue grounded her. She was making a mess, but it was out of pleasure.
Her trance was stopped as he pulled her off of his cock, a string of spit dripping down her chin to her breasts as she looked at him confused. She’d been doing good, just as he had asked. Why did he stop?
“Stand up.” The tone of his voice made her shiver. Harry’s demands lit a fire under her, clumsily standing up to meet him as he lifted up as well. His gaze was intimidating, her dazed eyes looking into his darkened ones with need to know what he wanted her to do next.
Luckily he had done it for her. His lithe fingers found the mess on her chin, wiping it up and smearing it on her mouth. “Open. Tongue out.” Obedient, the swollen lips fell open and Harry hummed in approval, taking two spit covered digits and wiped the wetness on her tongue. “Good girls clean up their messes. Suppose that’s why you’re Daddy’s slut.”
Bunny could feel that familiar tingly heat crawl its way up her body, a warmth only Harry could make her feel. She blossomed for him even when his words were filthy, when he looked down at her as if he was ravish.
That’s exactly what he planned to do.
Harry admired the glistening spit that stuck to her breasts, eyes trailing along the wetness until he reached her lips once again.
“So pretty like this, get to have you just how I like now. No distractions.” That alone was getting Harry harder by the second. It was just him and his girl alone in a different city. His city. “Gonna show you exactly how it’s supposed to be, just how I would have done it had I known what I know now.”
Harry promised on this trip they would pretend, but to him it felt like it was also his own fantasy that was coming true. A look into a future he never thought he could have. A normal life with the girl he wanted most.
“You want more, pretty girl?”
“Please.”
The desperation in her voice was enough to push Harry over the edge. She had told him exactly what she liked, exactly what she had been thinking about with him and her fantasies that had been lingering about her brain.
“Such a pretty girl. So beautiful, look at your skin. Flawless.” His fingers moved down her torso, feeling her tense up slightly in anticipation while he caressed her. “Beautiful little thing. Best part is, you’re all mine.” His voice dropped, slowly backing her up to the bed.
Bunny swallowed, eyes wide as she walked backwards as he coaxed her. His tone, his words, all of it was magic and sensual, hot and dirty. He didn’t stop talking and that was something that she realized she loved. How filthy his mouth could be for her. The throbbing between her legs was intense, surely enough evidence smeared on her thighs and wetting the skin. “I am. I’m yours.” She peeped, gasping as he pushed her back and made her fall on to the bed.
“M’glad you know that. Your body certainly does.” Hands urged her thighs apart. “Let me see now. I know you’re soaked. Could smell it.”
Bunny relaxed against the softness of the bed beneath her, closing her eyes to focus more on the feeling of the silky sheets and the roughness of hands over her thighs. She wasn’t trying to fight it this time, relaxing to fully spread herself out for him.
“You really are dripping, look at you..” Harry squeezed the inside of her thigh, rubbing over the skin before smacking his hand right over it. It was quick and sharp, the way she mentioned she’d like. “Could slip right in if I wanted to,” Harry dipped his head down to mutter against her skin, licking over it to soothe the sensitivity.
Bunny’s breathing was heavy, squirming at the new sensations he was bringing to her. His grip stayed tight on her, shifting her legs over his shoulders so he could have better access. “Been squeezing these pretty thighs, but you aren’t asking for what you want…” Harry was unsatisfied with her hesitation, biting into her skin just enough for her to let out a surprised moan. “Why so quiet?“
“Y-you didn’t tell me to make noise.” She squeaked, the sting of his bite making her pant. Bunny loved a bit of teeth, specifically Harry’s. She wanted his marks all over her body. To feel him when she walked. The incessant need to be owned by him was unforgiving.
“So now you’re choosing to be quiet?” He shook his head, looking up at her from his rightful place. Nestled between her thighs, his eyes were dark and glossy, hair tousled and unusually messy from her hands and the day’s work. The man looked edible. Her body reacted to every single part of him, but his beauty was something that couldn’t be compared.
“M’sorry.” She whined. “Wanted to be good. I want…” it felt hard to get the words out. His stare was almost intimidating to her, his hands squeezing over her skin and making her feel his fingertips as his lips brushed over the flesh right above her pussy.
“I want, I want, I want…” he mocked, sneering down at her. “Then say it. Tell me what you fuckin’ want. Or m’going to spank your cunt and jerk myself off onto it. Shouldn’t be this dumb before my cock gets inside of you.”
Bunny really couldn’t make up her mind. Part of her wanted his mouth on her, licking and sucking at her cunt as if it was his last meal. Another part of her wanted to feel his fingers rub up inside of her, forcing multiple orgasms from her with the calloused pads of his fingers. His cock was the most prominent thought in her mind, the feeling of fullness was something she couldn’t erase from her mind.
“I wanna feel full.” Y/N managed to say, hands moving to grab a hold of his. His forearm, his hand, anything to soothe the ache between her thighs. All she could feel was his hot breath on her, not daring to open her eyes and face him. Not when she could hear the smugness in his voice.
“Full?” He let his nose nudge through where her hip and thigh met. He pressed a few kisses there, nipping at the skin. “Not yet. Try again.” Harry wanted to enjoy playing with her body just a bit more. He liked how reactive she was to him and just how much he could test her patience.
“Please?” Her voice frayed, opening her eyes to look down at him. “I want it. I’ve been good.” She insisted, stomach jumping with breaths as his lips kissed over the insides of her thighs. He was teasing her, taunting her. All the girl needed was tom cum, but she had to admit that the way he spoke had her eyes rounding.
“You have been?” He laughed under his breath. “According to who, darling?” Giving it to her too easily would make her spoiled. He knew she could hold out for a moment, so he decided to taste a little bit. His eyes kept their vision in her face as he pressed a kiss over the top of her cunt, letting her wetness stain his lips. “A good girl would give me her eyes when she knows how much I like to see them.” The fingertips pressed harder to spread her legs open, moving his mouth down to brush his tongue up and over her clit. “Christ… Soaked cunt just from sucking me, having dirty conversations. Couldn’t believe it when I found out how nasty and deprived my seemingly sweet girl is. And even still…” he sighed, removing a hand to spread her cunt open for his viewing pleasure. “You don’t know how to ask for my cock correctly.”
Bunny tried her best to sit up, giving him her eyes just like he had asked. It was hard to keep herself up when she was already starting to float away in her mind, but his eyes caught hers and pinned her down. She couldn’t make herself look elsewhere. It managed to snap her out of the haze she was in, sinking into the sensual space they’ve created.
“I do know how…” She argued, breath mirroring the way he was breathing against her cunt. “Don’t want you to stop this though.” She collected herself, though she was still feeling shy about how much she loved his teasing. She loved when he drew it out. His mouth drew closer to her cunt once again and her breath hitched as his teeth grazed the skin and soothed it with his tongue.
“You really like teeth don’t you, baby?” He let the pet name spill from his mouth, he didn’t even realize he’d said it as he continued. “If you want my cock, ask correctly. Know you’re a bit empty, didn’t know it counted in your head too. Use your brain”
He licked a broad stripe up her cunt, sighing in relief as her hand made its way to the back of his head. He liked feeling it there. Normally he’d never let someone touch him without permission, but he craved her touch far more than he anticipated.
“May I please have your cock, sir?” Bunny asked, tugging at the hair at the back of his head. “Can I please feel you fill me? Want to feel you deep inside, want you to spank me, take me sir.”
He chuckled against her cunt, pulling back with the slight shining on his lips as he looked up at her. She sounded wrecked already, the poor thing. Harry’s favorite way to have her. “Look at that, sweetheart. You’ve got a brain after all.” He cooed, the mean words given with a sweet, condescending tone. Pulling his head up, he moved up to sit on his knees as he kept her legs pried open. “You want to be full, I know. The spanking, I can help you with.” He kept his eyes on her as he used his palm to smack directly over her cunt.
She gasped, squealing at the sting. God, did the pain feel good, but it confused her body. It hurt slightly, but it triggered her pleasure. A new sensation for her and a confirmation for him as he did it again, causing her body to jolt on the blanket and give him a whine. Bunny felt hazy and hot, lifting her hips up to ask for more.
“None of that.” He chastised her with a frown. “Keep these legs spread. If you want my cock, you’ve got to be a good fucking girl for me. Know as soon as you get my cock inside of you, you’re going to be useless so m’talking you now.”
Bunny nodded, heaving a bit as the sensation spread in waves through her body. The gentle throbbing made her clench as he kept his eyes on her. “I’ll stay still. I promise, I'm just excited.” Y/N could feel her heart rate picking up, the new level of roughness from him was turning her on even more. The way he mocked her had her jaw going slack.
“Still. Tell me what you feel, tell me if you can handle more. Need to open you up a bit.” Harry couldn’t take it much longer, he needed his fingers knuckles deep inside her cunt. The slickness he dreamed about was just in front of him, the smell he fell in love with. He thought it was time he tested her.
“Gotta stay with me baby, gonna do a good job for me so I can slip right in there. Fill you up like you’re begging for.” Harry let his fingers spread open her cunt, spitting right down onto it. “Been a bit greedy with my fingers, bet you can take a few?” He purred and slipped one finger inside.
She squirmed slightly despite her best efforts to sit still. Never in her life had she felt so empty before, but this whole day had felt like foreplay to her. His attentive nature all day, their conversation, sucking him off, all of it had her nerves on overdrive and ready to burst. His single finger wasn’t enough, but it was a relief. Her little noise had him laughing to himself, seeing her struggle with the efforts to keep her hips down as he had ordered from her. It was almost embarrassing to hear how wet she was, the sound of it audible with his actions.
“More. I can take more, I promise.” She needed more, really. Harry knew that and he was absolutely teasing her, but he loved doing that to her. He’s never gone very far with making her beg so far and their sex had been only slightly kinky, but now it was going to get good.
“You can? Greedy cunt can take some more fingers?” He taunted, grinning wickedly. It shot a fear that morphed into pleasure in her stomach. Harry noticed the way her stomach tensed allowing his free hand to rub over it, preparing her for another finger. He was still gentle, but slipped in with more force than Y/N expected.
“Oh— like that...” Bunny remembered he wanted her to speak up more, vocally guide him through the motions she was enjoying. “Like it harder, like the pressure.” It was as if he was reading her mind, fingers curling to press against her walls with more intent.
“I’m gonna stretch you out so well, love when I knead you open, how you relax against my fingers. Such a greedy cunt, still squeezing me so tight.” Harry breathed against her thigh, looking up at her through his lashes. He lapped up some more of her wetness before shifting up higher on her body.
He wanted to feel all of her, kiss her and fuck his fingers up into her till she was screaming for him to stop. Harry swore he never wanted to fill someone so badly, to take them and make them feel him for days. Another finger dipped inside causing her grip on his hair to tighten.
“Fuck me…” Bunny squeaked, feeling the burning sensation crawl up her thighs. Relaxing into the pain, the slow rocking of his fingers, the way he bit just along her neck. She was lost in it.
“M’gonna, angel. Don’t worry about that. All you’ve got to do…” he placed a sloppy kiss to the sensitive spot right underneath her ear. “Is be my good girl n’do exactly as I say. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”
She keened at the feeling. His fingers were filling her up and stretching her just like he had promised, but it wasn’t enough. Bunny had always known that she was needy for him, for his attention, for his touch, but it felt extreme right now. His hot tongue on her skin and the ends of his hair tickling her, the fingers fucking into her cunt nice and slow, it was enough to send her mind into a tizzy.
“Please, please, please, please… fuck me.” She sulked, trying her hand at begging again. “I’ll be good, I’ll be the best girl, just want you I-inside.” She stuttered, eyes wet with frustration. It felt like she was going to explode if she didn’t get what she needed.
Harry’s lips paused on her neck where he had been leaving traces of him, slowly moving up to peck her own. They curled up, a laugh against her mouth feeling especially cruel. “One more please. I don’t think you really want it bad enough.”
“Please.” Bunny would say anything to get it from him, Harry was aware of that as well. His excited Bunny had never been good at waiting, he was expecting her to put up a bit of a fight. “Wanted you on the other day and on the plane, waited all day today while you were talking dirty and teasing me, I wanna be good— don’t you like how tight I feel? Wanna feel how deep you can go. Please sir.”
She’d been spoiled rotten with sex, Harry couldn’t bring himself to say no. It was hard to do so when she brought out the most primal parts of him, he had focused on her body and was going to have his way with it. With just a little more patience.
“Such a needy cunt I have, been nothing but nice to you and it’s still not enough.” Harry chuckled, moving his fingers just over the spot that made her shake. “What are you going to do when you can’t have me?“ Not that Harry was ever going to leave, but the thought of her crying and begging for his touch did make his cock ache.
That wasn’t a thought she liked to have. Why did there have to be a time where she can’t have him? She was his and he was hers and she wasn’t liking that idea at all. “No- no, I always want you. Can always have you, always.” She babbled, pressing herself against him. “Give it to me, give it to me, please.” A little sob left her mouth as she cried out in frustration.
The fingers weren’t enough. She needed the closeness, the fill that only he could give her. She wasn’t usually demanding but this was driving her absolutely mad.
“God, you’re such a whiny fucking brat.” He sighed out, taking his fingers from her cunt and slapping over her cunt firmly. Harry loved getting her to this point. He had usually given in, not wanting to push her too far in the past, but now that he knew she liked it? He wasn’t going to deny himself the answers to his curiosity. “Keep these legs spread. I’m going to give it to you, and you better not fucking complain. You get me?”
“Yes, sir. Please.” Bunny nodded, feeling out of breath with all the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had been right about her love of pain, hell, she hadn’t expected it to be this good. The sting was enough to have her hissing.
“Never seen you this desperate for my cock.” Harry chuckled, using his hand to grip her jaw. He was feeling himself start to let go, the dominance inside of him had grown comfortable with her. “You’d say anything for me to stuff you full right now.” He used his fingers to tap her face, as if to brace her for the slap that followed.
Bunny took a sharp breath, body going limp in submission. She herself hadn’t expected it to work so well.
“Give me your eyes.” He waited before removing his hand from her jaw. “Color?”
“Green! Please, sir— ah” Bunny felt his cock brush against her cunt. She had been in such a haze she hadn’t realized he stripped the rest of his lower half, leaving him in a shirt she was sick of seeing. Harry had managed to push them farther back up the bed, pulling her thighs up and over his shoulders.
“Y’want it deep? Fine” Harry didn’t hesitate to push himself past her puffy, slick folds and into the dripping cunt he’d been teasing for what felt like hours. “Fuck…” Harry breathed as he filled her in, grinding against her so she didn’t miss an inch.
“Good girl, take it… you want it deeper?” His voice grew darker, pushing himself even deeper just to hear her gasp for him again.
“Please, please, please, please…” the word fell from her mouth like a prayer as she tried to catch her breath. It was overwhelming. His cock was stretching her open despite the preparation, her eyes watering as he got her to a point she hadn’t been before. This level of need, the want to please him was lighting her nerves on fire.
“Please? You’ve got some good manners when you get what you want.” His voice was fuzzy in her brain for a moment before she felt his fingers dig into her legs. All she could focus on was the feeling of him. He was all over her, inside of her, his hands on her, his taste in her mouth, all she could think about was Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. Her Harry.
“God… y’look so pretty like this, baby.” He whispered, dragging his fingers over her heated skin. Her legs erupted in goosebumps, not unnoticed by the man who felt satisfaction flood his body. He was the only one capable of getting her to this point. Sopping wet, begging, teary eyed and desperate to do anything for him. “This is what y’were made for. Made to please me, to be a hole for my cock. And you fuckin’ love it, don’t you?” He cooed, sweat beading on his brow as he gave a shallow thrust. “You love being mine.”
“Yours, yours, I’m yours, I love it.” Bunny cried out, squeezing her eyes shut to prevent the tear from falling but that didn’t seem to make a difference. A hot tear rolled down her cheek, her body buzzing with pleasure.
Her vision was blurry from the pleasure, the sound of her breathing grew louder as she slapping of skin led her closer to her peak. Her thighs tingled, stomach clenching as she took in the sight of his sweaty form. His muscles were tense, accenting all the ink on his body. He looked more relaxed despite his aggressive thrusts. He was finally giving her what she needed.
“Does it feel good princess?” He leaned down to kiss her cheeks, “Want me to keep working you into this mattress? You’re doing such a good job.” He breathed between kisses. “I can feel how close you are… you can let go baby, know you’re going to cum over and over again.”
The look on his face was so lustful, so intense. He was owning her. Bunny felt her cunt twitch around him. He was right, he’d keep going and going while she squirmed around in ecstasy.
She had been teased all day long. It wasn’t a shock to her that she would be close quickly, but this level of swiftness had her gasping. It shouldn’t be a surprise. Harry knew exactly what strings to pluck, what places to touch, what words to say. He was her ultimate dream.
He was hitting her perfectly. The slam of his hips into hers, holding her down, keeping her close to him, stroking her just right to make her body shake slightly with each thrust. She couldn’t get enough. The heat rose through her body as each fuck into her had her slipping onto the crest, head flooding her stomach.
A sob left her throat as she thrashed under him, his hands keeping her still as the last band snapped. Cumming all over him, she made noises she hadn’t ever before as her cunt pulsed around him, slick and hot while he fucked her through it.
“Yes, yes… that’s my fucking girl.” He snarled, smile feral as he watched her body tremble underneath his as she came for him. “Cum all over my cock. You’re perfect.” His praises washed over her, dropping her legs and moving to hover over her properly as he kissed her. He wasn’t going to give it up, keeping himself buried in her in short thrusts as he relished in the feeling of her hole clenching up around him, but he was giving her a reprise. “I know. I know, baby.” He cooed. “Feels so good to be fucked the way you’ve needed. Needed me all this time, didn't you?”
“Mmmmm” Bunny breathed out a heavy whine, at a loss for words with how alive she felt. The orgasm was still settling in. Her body was left pliable, completely at his mercy, though she was feeling more confident than ever before. Her nails were digging deeper against the skin of his back, dragging his body into her. “So long, I’ve wanted you like this.”
Her tone landed on Harry’s ears like honey, he could hear how turned on she was though she was so relaxed into it. He knew she would soon slip into sub space if she hadn’t already. He could feel her hands moving over his back, how she melted further into the sheets when she saw his smile.
“Use me up, want to be covered in you.” Y/N was willing to push some limits, Harry would know what she was ready for. “It’s even better than I imagined—“ Y/N’s eyes rolled back at the extra roll of his hips that he managed to sneak in. “I want to cum for you again.”
“Covered in me?” He crooned. “Filthy girl. You’ve already covered me with your cunt. Creamin’ all over my cock. Made such a fucking mess.” He could see it when he looked between them. The mess she had made from her pleasure, how wet she was solely for him. He hadn’t seen anything more satisfying in his life. This pretty girl, all his.
“You will cum for me again, baby. Again and again and again…” his lips brushed her ear, shallow thrusts making her stomach jump. “Because you’re mine, aren’t you? My sweet little toy.” He pressed wet kisses against her jaw, sliding a hand behind her neck to arch her up and closer to him. “All mine. My mouth to kiss, my body to touch, my cunt to fuck. I own you.” Pulling his hips back, he thrust into her hard, stealing her breath. “You belong t’me. My girl. Gonna keep making you cum around my cock until you’re sleepy, barely able to take anymore. And you’ll take it because you’re my perfect little slut. Can’t believe how filthy you’ve shown me you are.”
Bunny’s back was arching up off of the mattress as the pleasure moved up her body, she was lost in the difference she felt post orgasm. With her body still sensitive, each lull of his hips made brought her higher and higher. Her moans were full of surprise, each feeling overwhelming in the best possible way.
Harry knew just how to guide his hips in the right spots, controlled and calculated. Reading her body was easy, he felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for it to be this easy. He was lost in her, his hips picking up their pace as her breathing started to pick up again.
“Know it’s a lot, yeah? You like it don’t you?” Harry needed the confirmation, he could see her eyes starting to glaze over. “Getting drunk on my cock, my sweet little slut? It’s okay, get spacey if you need to, I got you.” Harry was itching to get her to another orgasm, desperate to hear her screams for him.
Her vision was blurry as she let him wreck her. Harry was absolutely correct. He was getting her drunk on him, making her mind fizzle out and all she could begin to focus on was how good she felt. Her body was buzzing, like her nerve endings were on fire. His fingers had dipped between them to stroke over her clit, making her heavy breathing quicken.
It was so easy for her body to give into him. Part of her felt sensitive, almost overstimulated, but she loved the feel of his hands on her. “Y-yeah…” she whispered breathily. “So good. I’m hot.” Her words were slurred slightly as she let her eyes roll back, the beginnings of her second orgasm rolling over her. It felt like a chain reaction. The constant stimulation, the fullness, how safe she felt with him, all of it made her body open to his needs.
“There we go… absolutely stunning.” He grinned, watching as her mouth fell open. “Almost there. I can feel it. You’re gonna give me another one so quickly, perfect body was made to be fucked.” He nuzzled his face into her, biting down on the skin to make it sting.
That snapped the band again, a sob leaving her mouth as she dug her nails into his back. Cumming hot all over his prick, she shook under him and let out a pathetic whimper as he fucked her through it. Her mind was mush, heart beating out of her chest as the second orgasm crested. She could feel it, how wet she was making him, how she was soaking his cock, his deep groan as he felt her contract around him. She hadn’t had two in a row that felt this intense. “Oh my god.” She laughed, eyes rolling back as he pressed up against her as he kept her full while she came.
“There she is. Y’good?” He stroked sweaty hair from her face, moving it from her mouth. The check in was for both of their good. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Color?” It was their first time truly playing and he needed that reassurance.
“Green. Green. M’so green, Daddy.” She mewled, eyes peeling open to look at him. His beautiful face, flushed and glistening with sweat as a tendril of hair curled over his forehead. His jaw was tight as he slowly ground into her, keeping it light as she recovered. “Do what you want with me.”
Harry took that green light and went with it.
Pulling up, he placed her legs up and gripped her thighs in his hands as he looked down at where they were connected. “You’re such a messy slut.” He groaned, pursing his lips and spitting right onto her cunt. “Rub it in. Go on.” There was a carnal lust, a primal urge to get messy and slick and have his scent on her and his cum inside of her. He was possessed, needing to get one more out of her. Her hand stroked over her clit, moving the mess of slick over her as he thrust in deep and slow. It was a warm up for the final.
“That’s good, enough.” He whispered, squeezing her thigh as he sped up a little bit. Y/N didn’t want to stop, though. As much as her clit felt a bit sensitive, the slight pain felt good. There would be a deep rooted ache in her core tomorrow, she would remember exactly what happened with every move she made- and she loved it.
“I said that’s good.” His voice grit out, looking down at her in warning as he watched her fingers circle her clit. The sight was too good. Watching her breasts bounce and her skin ripple as he thrust, her glazed eyes and swollen, messy lips? It was porn to him. Seeing her fingers touch herself was too much. She didn’t stop, though. Looking into his eyes, she smiled and continued the motions. Her face was smug, and Harry didn’t like that.
She continued her disobedience as she felt the pleasure coming back, his cock stroking deep and making her feel that fulness she had always wanted. It was a thrill to disobey for once, wanting to see what he would do. His jaw was tight as he glared down at her, giving her one more chance to pull her hand away- but she simply shook her head. It felt too good, his cock paired with her stimulation and then she felt it.
Slap.
It happened so quickly. Her head moved to the side, a sting in her cheek. His hands dropping from her thighs and striking her face, not hard enough to make her ache, but enough to definitely feel it. His hand gathered her hand, pinning it to the bed as he snarled down at her. “What did I fucking say?”
A thrill went down her spine as she stared wide eyed up at him, her skin still stinging from the slap as he glared down at her with a look in his eyes he hadn’t shown her yet. “Are you that fucking cock dumb that you can’t listen to directions?” His thrusts sped up, looking down at the wide eyed girl underneath him. Her body jostled, a weak moan escaping her swollen mouth. “Huh? Didn’t tell you to keep touching that filthy cunt. Thought you were a good girl.” He spit, shaking his head. “Now look at you. Gushing all over my cock because I smacked you. I’ll do it again.” He warned, getting closer to her face. “I’ll make you fucking listen to me, brat. Knew you couldn’t be a good girl.”
Y/N let out a wet gasp, shaking her head as her brain started to swim. The shift in position had him right where she needed him. Her body was disgustingly hot, sweat dripping down her face as he got her closer and closer. It was pathetic, she knew. She was out of her mind, but the feeling that the hit had given her had gone right to her blood. Fueled her in a different way than sex had before. “Sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry, Daddy.” She whimpered out, trying to free her hand but to no avail.
“Yeah? You’re fuckin’ sorry?” He mocked in her whimpery voice. “Too fucking bad. Showing what a whore y’are. Cock’s too good for you, innit?” His grin was wide as he watched her nod. “Yeah, s’too good for a dumb little cunt like yours… Too fuckin’ bad it’s the only one I want.” He could see it, physically see it on her face how much she liked that combination. The degrading, the reminder that she was the only one he wanted. It was the beginning to her end.
“M’gonna, m’gonna cum.” She cried out, looking slightly panicked. “Please let me, I’ll be so good. I can’t-” She gasped as he gripped her face with his free hand, roughly holding her chin as he fucked into her without that control he used to have. He was fucking her the way he wanted to- and it was so good, it hurts.
“Hold it.” He grit, feeling his own coming on. He had never wanted to cum so badly in his entire life. This was the best sex he had thusfar, feeling his sweet Bunny clenching around his cock, sopping wet and enjoying his rough treatment. When she began to squirm, he repeated the slap, this time a bit rougher. “Impatient slut. My own personal whore, like being hit in that pretty little face. Shouldn’t let you cum at all..”
It was too late, though. That had sent her over the edge. She had tried, really. She really didn’t want to disobey, but the hit, the words, the perfect strokes into her cunt? The girl crumbled. A silent scream leaving her mouth as she took him, hips bucking up and moving down as she tried to escape the punishing thrusts. “No more- ohmygod, I’m sorry, I can’t-” She clenched her eyes shut as she tried to push him off, but he didn’t budge. It was too good.
“Fuck- fuck!” The struggling, the cunt clenching frantically around his cock, he couldn't hold on anymore. A growl escaped his throat as his balls tightened, cum pouring into her. The hot load fucked into her, his face burying against her own as his hips stuttered. White hot pleasure washed over him, her free hand dragging her sharp nails down his back as he grunted with each thrust, getting it inside of her. “Every drop. Take it.” He hissed, panting. His nerves felt like they were on fire, dipped into flames as he felt her body shaking under him while he filled her up.
Y/N mewled, eyes rolling back as she fell limp underneath him. The heat of his cum somewhat soothing, body twtiching slightly as he got deep one more time before stopping. She could feel his cock pulsing, cum weakly being shot into her as he finished his orgasm- but now she was hazy. Her mind clouded, slipping down into a lax state while she laid back, feeling his lips press against her throat.
They laid in silence for a moment, Harry’s arms trembling slightly as he lifted up to look at her. “Baby?” His gruff voice had softened, no more steely tone to it as he watched her lay still with her eyes close. “Hey… sweetheart. Need you to open your eyes n’tell me if you’re alright. Check in.” He leaned down to kiss her lips chastely, watching her eyes peel open and take him in.
“Daddy?” She croaked, brinkley wetly up at him as her lip started to tremble. “Thank you. Need you. Please.” Her shaky voice made him coo, lifting a hand to push her hair out of the way and wipe the sweat off the best he could. “Was I good? I’m sorry. I didn’t listen.”
Harry had a feeling that would happen, but he was quick to reassure. “No, none of that. My perfect girl. Did so good for me. Came for me three times… Just perfect. M’so proud of you.” His voice was the most soft he had ever heard himself speak. Then again, he never had wanted to take care of someone like this before. Aftercare was important for all, but for this girl? He would do anything for her.
“Really?” She blinked up at him, hand reaching to him to place it on her cheek again. “I just want you happy. I want to make you proud. I feel so good.” She rolled nudged her face into his hand as his thumb swiped over the skin. She was definitely in some sort of subspace, had been slipping into it all day. Thankfully, Harry was somewhat prepared.
“You always do. M’so happy you shared yourself with me.” He replied, leaning over to grab a few tissues from the side table. When she began to fuss, he comforted her with a kiss to the forehead, returning to his spot. “Not going anywhere. Just want to clean up. I think we should do a bath in a few minutes. What do you think?” He nudged her to open her eyes that had drifted closed again. “Hm? Need those pretty eyes, baby.”
“Yeah.” she peeped. “So sticky.” The mix of cum and sweat, while erotic at the time, was uncomfortable to lay in. “Can we cuddle? Please?” There was a slight hesitance in her tone, as if he would say no to her about anything at all. As if he wouldn’t hand her the world in the palm of her hand if he could. She had no fucking idea how much she meant to him, how he would do anything he could for her. She was his angel, his temptation, his treasure.
“Always.” Lips pressed against her own, exhaling as he pulled back. “I’ll do anything for you, Y/N. Anything at all. You’ve just got to ask.”
“Never leave me.” The reply was quiet, mumbled into the warm, sex stained air. “Keep me. I need you.”
His heart stuttered in his chest at the request. He wasn’t sure she would always want that- but for as long as she did?
“Promise. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours.”
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huh yunjin x 6th member f reader ⭐️
what is ahead: nsfw , strap on, humiliation , degradation,praise , mommy kink,hair pulling,unnie kink,and pet names! (reader receiving , yunjin giving)
ENJOY!
alright let’s try it again five six seven eight!
chaewon was getting us to practice over and over until we got it perfect,even though it was already perfect ,her words not mine . but it was kind of exhausting
“come on chaewon unnie don’t you think we can have a break?”
“okay fine , sorry i just don’t wanna mess it up!,i mean our preformance is tomorrow ! “
she did have a point ,but everyone still got excited and let out a sigh of relief
“thanks chae unnie !!”
yunjin hung back to get her phone that was playing music from the speakers,i waited for her as everyone left,as usual,none of the members had known we were dating,because everyone would flip out
“hey y/n think you can do a favor for me?”
“of course jinnie,what’s up?”
“you know when we’re in private you can just call me jen ,right?
“force of habit sorry jen,but what’s up?”
yunjin then got closer to me and cornered me to the wall , i was sweating a lot , and really nervous
“jen what a-are you doing , we’re in the practice r-room..”
“as long as you’re quiet,nobody will know ,darling~”
she than started to kiss my neck , making my breath hitch,and get shallow ,breathy moans started to come out my mouth ,i quickly covered my mouth with my hand
“jen p-please..”
“please what? use your words..”
“please fuck m-me..”
“that’s a good girl~”
she started to take my clothes off slowly,and than place kisses down my body
“jennn please .. i can’t take it anymore…”
“be patient or else i’ll fuck you in front of everyone else,ok?”
“mhm..”
“we’ll do you want me here?”
she pointed to my chest and i just moved my head in a no motion
“orr here?”
she than trailed her fingers down to my panties that were the only things left on my body..
i swiftly nodded
“use your words baby”
“y-yes … i want you inside me…”
“as you wish~”
she than pushed my panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside of me , making me moan loudly,quickly i slapped my hand over my mouth as she moved in and out of me
“do you like that baby? like mommy moving inside of your pretty cunt? all wet and tight for mommy~”
“m-mhm!”
is all i could mutter out without moaning a bit louder
“come on use your words for mommy!”
“yes mommy i-i love it!”
i felt my walls tighten around jen’s fingers
“jen..fuck! m-gnna c-cum!”
she than pulled out of me
“jen what the fuck?”
“don’t worry baby i have a surprise for you!”
she than pulled out a 10 inch strap from her sports bag
“j-jen b-but i-i mean we’ve never-“
“don’t worry baby,i’ll make it fit~”
her words made me even wetter,i could have just came then and there.
she positioned me to face the wall,doggystyle basically,hands on the wall,and well yeah
“you ready to take mommy’s cock?”
“i’m r-ready..”
i had barely any time to say anything else before she put it all inside me , i let out a loud moan and put one of my hands over my mouth
“f-fuck unnie..it’s so big..”
“did you just call me unnie?”
“n-no..”
“keep doing that..i like it..”
“o-okay u-unnie..”
she than started to thrust into me a bit fast
“h-harder…”
“don’t fucking tell me what to do slut , keep talking and you’ll be getting fucked in front of everyone like i promised.”
she still went faster and harder ,making me moan louder ,and more ,making my legs shake
“fuck! unnie m-m close!”
“fucking slut. you gonna cum? well you don’t get to cum until i count to down to 1 from 3 okay bitch.”
“o-okay..”
“three”
she thrusted harder
“two”
and harder
“unnie fuck!”
she than came close to my ear and whispered
“cum for unnie~”
and than thrusted one last time inside of me
i moaned out unnies name,loudly,forgetting about the others ,not caring anymore.
“good job y/n/n , let’s go get you cleaned up now,unless you want me to clean you with my tongue?”
“m-mhm..”
“looks like we have a visitor~”
my heart stopped and my eyes looked over to the door to see chaewon coming back to get her bag
“u-uhm h-hi..”
“hi chae unnie! care to enjoy a free show?”
“i-i d-dunno uhm-“
“don’t worry me and y/n are completely willing to do it in front of you~”
i nodded no in jen’s lap not making eye contact with anyone but jen,as she had her hand on my chin making me look at her pretty face
god did i get lucky..
she put her strap inside me once again making me bounce up and down on it in front of chaewon
“m-mmphm u-unnie t-too much..”
“you know the safe word..just say it than~”
i stayed silent
“that’s what i thought you dirty slut.”
she made me bounce up and down up and down over and over again as tears fell down from my eyes from the overstimulation
she than pulled my hair hard,making me scream out moaning her name
“AH! JEN~ HARDER!~”
“awh that’s not very classy of you,we have a guest ,you should at least try to be respectful in front of her!”
she just pulled my hair harder and thrusted harder into me
“fucking slut.”
she than pulled my face into a kiss , as i moaned in between kisses,barely able to breathe from moaning so much
“come on baby,pose for our guest ,so she can take a nice picture of you~”
without thinking my eyes rolled back and my tongue flew out , as i made a face for chaewon
“good girl! giving our guest a good show i see~”
“u-unnie m-mhm! g-gonna c-cum!~”
jen whispered into my ear
“cum for the camera”
i came onto her strap,moaning her name out once again,cumming even harder this time
“hope you enjoyed the show chaewon!~”
chaewon was left stunned as she put her phone away,left in a pool of wetness in her own panties , as yunjin carried me out to our room as i was exhausted …
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘
part 1
Incubus! San x Fem! Reader x Boyfriend! Wooyoung
Genre: never-ending smut 🖤
Summary: All you wanted to do was go to bed so that you could have a nice Christmas morning with your boyfriend the following day. Unfortunately, you would have a late night visitor, and it wasn’t Santa Claus delivering presents.
W.C: 7.8k
Warnings: *possibly triggering content* mind control/manipulation, some initial resistance, dom! san, sub! reader, sub! wooyoung, mxm, brief (non sexy) choking, sacrilegious vibes, use of a crucifix (i said what i said 👀), use of a collar/leash, jealousy, pet names, name calling, degradation, praise, dirty talk, humiliation, manhandling, spit play, mutual masterbation, mutual cuckholding, oral (giving), cum swapping, wax play, nipple play, thigh riding, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, size kink, bulge kink, brief blood play, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie
A/N: 🚂 choo choo🚂 next stop: smut city ✨ also shoutout to @cherryxsang for giving me the wonderful idea to make it christmas-themed, as well as the idea to include a collar and leash 🫶🏼 thank you, bestie!! merry xxx-mas, everyone! and i hope you all enjoy this naughty christmas present 🖤🖤🖤
Song Recs: none this time 😭 listen i was very tempted to just put carol of the bells as a joke but i had to restrain myself 😔✊🏼
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“Remind me why all you bought for your friend’s dog was a collar and leash?” you questioned, inspecting said gift and setting it down neatly inside the empty gift box on your lap.
Wooyoung, who was standing by the Christmas tree and admiring the way the twinkling lights routinely switched off from red and blue to an eye-catching shade of gold, craned his neck back to look at you with a scowl. “First of all, it was on sale.”
You bit back a laugh, amused with your boyfriend’s immediate attitude, quietly closing the box and taping down the sides.
“And, second of all,” he began, taking a few steps over to the couch and plopping down onto it, leaning his body against yours. “My friend had put it on his wishlist, so there.”
Slapping a pretty red bow on the top of the plain box and calling it a day, you gave Wooyoung a small nudge with your elbow. “But, you could’ve gotten it custom-done at least, you know? Get their dog’s name engraved into it or something. Just getting a basic one seems a bit lazy to me.”
Once Wooyoung grabbed the present from your hands and tossed it down onto the floor near the tree, he took a hold of your shoulders. “ ‘Seems a bit lazy to me,’ ” he said mockingly, as he eased you down onto the couch cushion below, climbing over you and leaning down near your face. “You better be careful before I put that collar on you myself.”
“Mm…” You reached your arms out to wrap around his neck and bring him in closer. “But you better be careful before I pull the lights off of the tree and wrap them around your cock so you can’t cum until I say so.”
“Is that a promise?” he asked softly, pressing his lips into the side of your jaw, slowly moving down to pepper kisses along the curve of your neck.
“Don’t tempt me, Woo. I’ll tie you up right now.” You held him close, moaning a bit when you felt him grow hard against your lower abdomen, immediately taking the opportunity to reach down and grip him through his boxers. “You’re so hard for me already…”
“It’s your fault, Y/N. Take some responsibility,” Wooyoung returned in a low voice, his fingers slipping into the neckline of your tank top and yanking it down so that your tits popped out of it. Hearing your gasp fueled him to suck one of them into his mouth and roll his tongue around it.
“Fuck…keep going…”
Wooyoung obliged, only stopping when you both heard the unmistakable sound of an ornament falling off of the tree and hitting the wood floor with a crunch. He sat up, watching as another, more sturdy one, dropped off of the branch it was on and rolled across the floor towards the couch where the two of you were tangled up.
“What the fuck…” you mumbled, exchanging glances with Wooyoung, before sitting up when he got off of you and went to grab the broom and dustpan.
Wooyoung came back and swept up the broken pieces of the ornament, chuckling at your frightened reaction. “I’m sure it was just some air blowing or something.”
“From where?” You pulled your top back up and scanned the corner of the living room near the tree, a strangely unsettling feeling developing in the pit of your stomach.
“From the heater, you know.” Wooyoung tossed the remaining fragments into the trash and came back to put the other bulb back onto the tree, making sure it was stable.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense…” You stood up and rubbed your forearm, wondering why you felt so uncomfortable in that moment, like another pair of eyes were on you.
Wooyoung took notice of this and pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Don’t be so scared, baby. I’m here…”
“Mm…okay,” you nodded, feeling a little better now that you were in Wooyoung’s warm embrace.
“We should probably get to bed…It’s getting late.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
Giving you a soft smile, Wooyoung slung an arm around your shoulders and guided you up the stairs into your bedroom.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the both of you, a shadowy figure emerged from behind the tree. The demon’s tattooed fingers clasped around the bulb Wooyoung had returned to the branch. He leaned in to look at his devilish reflection in it, a deep-sounding chuckle erupting from his throat.
“Rest while you can, you two…before all the fun begins.”
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Waking up in a cold sweat, you swallowed dryly and looked over at your alarm clock, your eyes slowly focusing on the bright red numbers: 3:01 am. Groaning, you sat up and pushed yourself out of bed, figuring that you might as well get some water to satiate your parched throat.
Once downstairs, you shuffled into the kitchen and filled up a glass of water, chugging it down as soon as possible. “Ahh…” you sighed, wiping your mouth and setting down the empty cup inside the sink.
Hearing the unmistakable sound of another bulb falling to the ground nearby, you gripped the edge of your nonexistent sleep shorts and gingerly made your way over to the living room. Once you rounded the corner and noticed a dark figure near the Christmas tree, you mumbled, “Santa…?” You desperately hoped that you were right, despite the odds being stacked heavily against you.
The demon that you had crossed paths with only months ago was standing there, in all his naked glory, poking at another glittery bulb like an amused cat. “Did you mean San, sweetheart?” he questioned in a velvety voice, his striking cherry-red eyes locking with your wide ones.
“No! You are not ruining Christmas for me!” you cried, quickly making your way over to the ledge above the fireplace and picking up the crucifix that you and Wooyoung had purchased a while ago.
San scoffed, taking a few quick steps in your direction, his length swaying a bit between his thighs. “That’s rude. Ruin is a pretty strong word.”
Once the demon got too close for comfort, you held up the crucifix in front of you and gritted your teeth. “S-stay back!”
San took a step back and held his arms up defensively, an unexpected look of fear taking over his usually confident appearance. “Fuck, put that shit away!”
Gaining a bit of courage, you pushed towards him, stating, “I’ll put it away when you get the hell out of here!” You held the crucifix closer to his arms, hearing him hiss as if it was burning him.
Once you got incredibly close to him, San looked at you, his fear melting away into an eerily neutral expression. He lowered his hands and stood up straight, leaning his head back so that he could burst out in a self-satisfied fit of laughter. “You really thought you were doing something there! Holy shit, that’s gold.”
“Huh…?” You looked up at the demon in shock, slowly starting to realize that you never had any control in the situation.
Towering over you, San reached down to run a warm finger along your jawline, giving you a grin, his shiny white fangs glinting with the aid of the few burning candles that were sitting atop the ledge. “You know all that stuff is fake, right?”
“But…” You pouted, your arm slowly lowering to your side in defeat, wondering why every form of media had lied about how to get rid of unwanted demonic spirits.
San placed a hand against his lower abdomen, unable to keep himself from letting out another laugh, this one more arrogant sounding than the last. “You humans really just believe anything you’re told, huh? How pathetic.” He cracked his knuckles and moved his neck around, loosening the tension. “Now, come here, darling.”
“No!” you argued, taking a few small steps backwards.
Before you could defend yourself, the eager demon grabbed a hold of your neck and brought you down onto the floor, pinning you down with ease.
He chuckled, taking the crucifix from your hand and studying the fake jewels adorning the gold ridges around the top of it. “Humans were blessed with free will and yet some of them actively choose to deny themselves pleasure. What purpose does that serve? Especially when there’s so much debauchery to be a part of?”
You weren’t really paying attention to his words, too busy trying to pull his fingers away from your neck and hitting them with your closed fist when you couldn’t peel any of them off.
“Are you listening to me, sweetheart?” He leaned in towards your face to appreciate the anger etched into your features, his toothy, cheshire-like grin initially pissing you off a bit more than it turned you on.
Acting without thinking, you pursed your lips and sent a wad of spit in his direction, watching it land on his cheek and drip down along his sharp jaw.
“Oh, you’ve done it now,” he muttered, a deep growl reverberating from his ink-covered throat. He dropped the crucifix onto the floor with a low, resounding clang so that he could reach over and grab the nearest present, ripping it open and taking out the collar. “You want to act like a disobedient pet, huh? You don’t want to be good for me?”
Once he loosened his grip on you, you could finally take in a steady breath, but were unable to wiggle yourself out from under him, his body weight keeping you pinned to the floor. “I’m not your pet!”
San shook his head, his shaggy black hair swaying slightly along with his movements. “Stupid girl.” Undoing the strap of the leash, he reached down and put it on you, making sure it was tight enough to push into your skin, but not enough to fully choke you. “You say you’re not my pet, but yet here you are, wearing a collar, with your pretty little cunt soaked for me like a bitch in heat.”
San sure had a way with words, you would have to admit. Were you actually into this as much as he was?
Judging by the way your body was already screaming for the demon to touch you, the signs were pointing to a definite yes.
“Get this fucking thing off of me,” you protested half-heartedly, encouraging him to tug on the edge of the leash near the collar itself and force you to look up into his spellbinding irises, keeping you still with his inhuman strength.
“Now why would I do something like that? I’m having so much fun. Aren’t you having fun?”
“No,” you lied through your teeth, secretly wishing that he would shove his tongue inside your mouth so that you could experience the aphrodisiac-like effects of his saliva.
“You will soon, darling.” He leaned in close, his forked tongue slipping out past his lips to run along your jaw, tasting you. It burned your skin like last time, but you couldn’t deny that it felt incredibly good this time around.
He let go of your collar, your head lowering back down onto the cool floor beneath you. “But, why now?”
Almost annoyed, San answered matter-of-factly, “I wanted to give myself a nice present this year. So I decided I would spend another night with you and your boyfriend.” Seeing the way you were starting to look at him with less malice and more interest, he purred lovingly, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you the most, my pretty little toy.”
Swallowing harshly, you relaxed your previously tense body, opening your mouth without his explicit order to do so. “Aah…”
San grew incredibly hard from this, not wasting a single second to grab your jaw and keep it open, his face now inches away from yours. “Oh, I see. You’ll only be obedient if you’re feeling good, hmm? You want your body to feel so hot…” he began, running a thumb over your bottom lip, “…so sensitive, that you can’t even think straight?”
With your heart pounding away in your chest, you nodded slightly, your squished cheeks feeling warm to the touch. “Uh-huh…”
San’s pupils formed into small slits, just as he slipped his tongue past your parted lips, using it to coil around yours, his abundant saliva filling your mouth. He broke the kiss once you swallowed it down, your own pupils resembling saucers once you had.
“Good girl.” The demon climbed off of you and picked up the crucifix, licking his lips. “Now, since you weren’t listening to me earlier, I’m going to have to demonstrate just how passionate I am about sin.”
You sat up and looked at him curiously, not entirely sure where he was going with this. Regardless, you were ready for anything, the arousal surging throughout your body causing your lower half to ache almost painfully in anticipation.
San flipped the crucifix upside down, pursing his lips and letting some spit drip down the thick, long rod. “Go on and get yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”
You slid yourself over to the cold brick wall of the fireplace and pressed your back against it. Biting into your bottom lip, you gingerly spread your legs apart, your tiny shorts giving San an eyeful of your bare cunt, your wetness already dripping down onto the floor from the fast-acting effects of his saliva.
“Mm, look at you. All nice and wet for me, just like I knew you’d be.” He moved in your direction, settling next to you and lowering his hand down so that he could rub the polished end of the crucifix up and down your pussy, just barely teasing your hole with it.
“Shit…” you whispered, jolting abruptly when the tip of it rubbed into your sensitive clit.
“Hey, do you think God is watching us right now? Or a few nosy angels?” Different sounding voices, some deeper and some higher, came out as San spoke, the other beings channeling him making an early appearance. “You think they’re aroused? Or disgusted? Maybe both? Fuck, I’m so hard just thinking about it.”
“San…” You whined a bit, equally disturbed and turned on by his preferred kink, almost unable to believe that you were so eager to be involved in such perversion, especially with your boyfriend still sleeping peacefully just a floor above you. Did it count as cheating if you were messing around with a supernatural being? Who knows.
“What’s wrong, love? You want it inside already, don’t you?” He chuckled into your ear, his tongue sliding out to lick along the shell of it, angling his hand down slightly and pushing the cold metal rod up into your entrance as deep as it would go. “Take it all for me…”
You responded with a sharp inhale, leaning your head back into the brick behind you, your eyes shifting to look into the demon’s glowing ones when he had begun to move it in and out of you. The rod was surprisingly thick and heavy, making you feel pleasantly full inside. “Oh my god…!”
When he witnessed the ‘o’ shape your mouth made and the moans that began to slip out, he mirrored it, his cock throbbing at the sight of the intrepid lust that had seemed to completely take over you. “Yeah? You like having a cross inside your cunt, baby? It feels good, huh? Does it make you want to worship God or me?”
“You, San…If you make me cum, I’ll worship you in any way you want…” You reached down to wrap your fingers around his wrist, moving it in a faster motion when you felt like he wasn't pleasuring you to the extent you truly needed.
“Fuuuck, you’re such a dirty little slut,” he groaned, gripping the edge of the cross and shoving it in and out of you, using his free hand to rub your clit in circles.
You couldn’t help but reach your arms out past San’s broad shoulders, your fingertips clutching his muscular back for support. “Don’t stop…”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Looking at you like you were his next meal, he slowly dragged his heavy tongue up the side of your flushed cheek, emitting a small ‘aah’ sound.
“Sounds…good…” you exhaled shakily, shivering from the tingling sensation on your skin where he left his saliva.
San continued to fuck you with the cross, his fingers moving rapidly across your clit, making sure to speed up his movements when your arousal began to squirt out of you and drip down the rod onto his hand. “Oh, baby, look at you…It feels so good, you’re already squirting for me?”
“Yesyesyesyes…Fuck, San…!” A ragged, desperate cry erupted from your throat, your nails dragging down the demon’s back and giving him fresh cuts, much to his delight.
After you came back down from your intense high, you didn’t feel fully satisfied and a little tired like you usually did with Wooyoung. Instead, you felt invigorated, your body almost vibrating at the thought of going another round with the demon sitting beside you.
“You’re drooling, my love,” he mused, wiping some of your spit away with the pad of his thumb and swiping at it with the very tip of his tongue. When you just sat there with your lips still parted and your eyes just as dilated as before, San felt the need to inform you of some new information. “Also, we seem to have a guest.”
You hadn’t noticed in the slightest, but Wooyoung had gotten up to investigate when he heard the muffled sounds of your blatant ecstasy coming from downstairs. He had just barely made it into the living room, standing incredibly still near the wall, not prepared to deal with this situation in the slightest.
“Woo!” you said excitedly, about to get up when San grabbed your chin and coaxed it open.
“Don’t swallow this time, okay? I want you to hold it in your mouth and let your cute little boyfriend have a taste.” As soon as he spoke, long strings of saliva began to drip down from his tongue down onto yours, causing you to moan in approval. Once San was done, he tugged a bit on the leash and gave you an eerie smile, whispering near your ear, “Go get ‘em.”
Once San let go of the leash, you sprung up onto your feet and sprinted towards Wooyoung, causing him to back up into the wall and hold his hands up defensively. “Oh, god, baby, no! Just stay right there! Don’t–”
Cutting your boyfriend off when your body collided with his, you didn’t waste any time forcing his jaw open and holding his face still. “Come on, have a taste...” You eased your combined spit into his mouth, your chest pressing against his bare one.
“M-mmn,” he mumbled, his knees almost buckling from the way your tongue lapped languidly at his. His cock instantly began to strain against the confines of his boxers from the relentless waves of arousal that were rushing through him. You opened your eyes slightly, wanting to see his next reaction.
Wooyoung groaned against your lips when your hand tugged his boxers down and off of his body, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock.
Breaking the kiss, but staying in close proximity to his face, you purred, “God, you’re so hard and I’ve barely touched you, Woo.”
“You act like this doesn’t happen every time…”
Delighted by his response, you bit his bottom lip and gently tugged at it with your teeth, earning a moan from him. “Mmm, your cock won’t stop throbbing either.” You began eagerly pumping your hand and drinking in the sight of your boyfriend’s flushed face and drawn eyebrows.
“I…ahhh…can’t help it…”
In the middle of all this, San had made himself comfortable on the couch, watching you both in silence, not even bothered that his untouched length kept twitching periodically.
Wanting to make you feel just as good, Wooyoung slid his own hand past your shorts and rubbed two fingers into your sensitive clit, asking, when he heard you moan, “Yeah, baby? Does that feel good?”
“Really good…”
“You want my fingers inside you?”
“Please, Woo…”
Wooyoung let out a soft chuckle, dropping your shorts to the floor and sliding two digits into you so that he could eagerly shove them in and out, already knowing how to find your g-spot right away.
“Oh, fuck…Right there…!”
“I hear you, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Wooyoung’s tongue poked out of his mouth to wet his lips, grunting as he sped up his movements, encouraging you to do the same with him.
With your foreheads pressed together and hastily breathing in the same air, your eyes locked on one another’s, neither of you wanting to focus on anything else except for each other at that moment.
“Baby, I’m gonna…” Wooyoung announced, just barely loud enough for you to hear, his fingers curling a bit more inside your slick hole, leading you to feel like you were about to cum as well.
“Me too…I–…fuck…” Just as you felt the intensely warm build up inside you begin to overwhelm your senses, you slotted your lips onto Wooyoung’s, the both of you moaning into each other’s open mouths as you reached the height of your shared pleasure.
With his chest heaving, Wooyoung pulled his wet digits out and broke the kiss so that he could push them onto your tongue, letting you savor what had just poured out of you. “Does my baby like tasting herself?” he asked breathlessly, finding it incredibly arousing how you were sucking on his fingers and nodding your head in such an adamant way.
San brought a fist up to his mouth and cleared his throat loudly. “I hate to interrupt something this hot, but I think it’s about time you both got your asses over here.”
You and Wooyoung exchanged glances, almost forgetting about the supposed high-tension situation you were in. “Sorry,” was all you could come up with, unconsciously pulling at the tight collar San had put on you, waiting with baited breath to see how he would respond.
“You’re lucky I’m in the Christmas spirit.” San spread his legs open and pointed downward with one tattooed finger. “I want you both on your knees in front of me. Now.”
Without any hesitation, you both scrambled to the floor before San, sitting on your knees and looking up at him expectantly, completely at his mercy. The demon’s eyes glowed temporarily, the tip of his spiked tail flicking around in the air. “So obedient.”
You couldn’t even register San’s praise, too distracted by his stiff cock, the tip of it red, angry, and dripping with clear liquid. You swallowed your spit, but you couldn’t prevent a bit of drool from leaking out past your lips.
Noticing how hungry you looked, San took a hold of the leash in one hand and pulled it, yanking you closer to him so that you came face to face with his weapon of choice. “Mm, you haven’t gotten the chance to suck my cock yet, huh? I can see why you’re so eager.”
Wooyoung scooted closer to you, the side of his body pressing into yours, his fingers finding their way to your pussy and idly rubbing it up and down. “Go on, baby…”
Just as you lunged forward to devour San, he grabbed you by the chin and held it still. “Here’s your present,” he informed sweetly, slapping his heavy cock across your face and rubbing the tip of it over your lips, allowing you to taste his slightly salty pre-cum.
Despite being a little dizzy from the impact, you felt a major spike of pleasure shoot through you from this particular display of dominance, as well as from the way Wooyoung’s fingers kept gliding over your dripping cunt.
“Now, suck,” San ordered, pressing his cockhead to your mouth.
You took the initiative, dragging your tongue from the tip down to the base and sucking the side of it, cupping his balls in your warm palm and gently massaging them. “Mmm…”
“Gooood girl.” San slid down slightly against the plush couch behind him, moving a few strands of loose hair out of your face and behind your ear.
You teased him for an unspecified amount of time, until you suddenly felt the intense urge to feel him inside your mouth. When Wooyoung slipped a finger inside your cunt, you leaned in and allowed San’s length into your throat, your mouth stretching around it, diligently sucking him off for a while and using one hand to reach the rest of it.
Feeling like he would cum too soon, San groaned out, running his fingers through your hair. “Slow down, darling…slow down…” When you didn’t listen, he gripped the leash and tugged in the opposite direction. “I forgot how much of a greedy whore you are,” he mused, yanking you backwards off of his cock with a lewd ‘pop’, choking you temporarily.
You whimpered, leaning against one of San’s spread thighs, whining, “But, I wanted to make you cum.”
“You need to share. Look at your poor little boyfriend. Look at his face.”
You rubbed your throat just underneath the leather material so that you could soothe the irritated skin, looking over at Wooyoung who was drooling as well, his eyes focused solely on the demon’s curved length.
“Think he can handle this?” San asked you, prompting you to shrug your shoulders.
“Maybe, I don’t know.”
Retracting his hand from you, Wooyoung took major offense to your reaction and huffed, wrapping one hand around San’s cock, pumping it lightly. “I’ll show you. I’ll show you both.”
Wooyoung took in a fair amount of San’s cock, the sides of his mouth stinging from the sheer girth of it, but pressing on and bobbing his head. “M-mmm…”
“Fuck, that’s a good boy…” the demon sighed, watching him for a while until he suddenly gripped the back of Wooyoung’s head and fucked his mouth somewhat quickly, too consumed with lust to care if he was able to breathe or not. “Mm, take it, baby…”
Wooyoung took it the best he could, gagging profusely, with tears falling from his cloudy eyes. Due to never experiencing something so pleasurable before, his cock began dripping a large amount of pre-cum until he eventually came untouched, his load shooting out onto his chest. “Mmmnn…!”
You swallowed hard, your heart racing inside your ribcage, never realizing how incredibly turned on you could feel just from witnessing someone face-fucking your boyfriend in front of you. You couldn’t even be jealous. At least, not yet, anyways.
“Who knew your boyfriend was such a cockslut?” San exhaled in your direction, his dark eyes focusing solely on yours, even when he stopped thrusting and held Wooyoung still, his cock deep inside his throat. Hearing the young man gagging noisily around him, he groaned in ecstasy. “Hey, darling, you want to taste my cum too, don’t you?”
“Yes, please…” you whined softly, prompting San to yank Wooyoung off him, causing thick strings of saliva to leave his mouth and drip down his chin.
San slid his fingers around the back of your neck and held you in place on one side of his cockhead, grabbing the back of Wooyoung’s head, so that his mouth was positioned on the other side. “Let me see how bad you both want it…”
Exchanging a lustful gaze with Wooyoung, the two of you slurped on the tip, your lips and tongues occasionally meeting in the middle until San let out a loud strangled cry of pleasure. He pushed Wooyoung’s face away for a moment, wanting to see his favorite toy painted with his seed.
“Here you go, baby…” San gripped the back of your head with both hands and held you still, his load gushing out in long spurts, most of it landing on your face. You made sure to catch some of his cum inside your open mouth, about to swallow it, but stopping when you heard San whisper, “Share it with him…”
Obeying his request, you pulled your boyfriend into a sloppy kiss, his fingers interlocking with yours as you both swapped the milky liquid back and forth, the both of you moaning periodically.
Wooyoung pulled away so that he could wipe off the remaining cum from your face, then held his coated fingers up in between your mouths, allowing you both to lick and suck them clean.
If San had a soul, it would’ve left his body by now. Thankfully, he didn’t, so he was still good to go. However, he couldn’t help but feel a little bothered. There was so much pleasure to take part in, but so little time. He would have to make the most of it, knowing that he couldn’t truly use the two of you to the extent that he wanted, or else he risked the chance of completely draining your life sources.
Letting the two of you recover from the overload of endorphins that were plaguing your minds, San pointed to the ledge above the fireplace, ordering, “Grab one of those candles and bring it over here. Then, the both of you can make yourselves comfortable on my lap.”
Before you could move, Wooyoung had already jumped up and grabbed one of the melting candles, bringing it over to San and propping himself up on one of the demon’s large, muscular thighs. You got up and sat down on San’s opposite thigh, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.
The demon took the candle from your boyfriend and tilted it sideways, dripping some of the hot liquid along Wooyoung’s collarbones, as well as down his chest. “You like that?”
Wooyoung gasped in response, nodding his head, his cock growing hard once again from the pleasantly warm feeling of hot liquid running down his melanin skin.
“How about this?” San questioned in a low voice, holding the candle closer to Wooyoung’s chest so that some of the candle wax poured down over one of his nipples, making sure to do the same to the other one.
“Feels…so good…” Wooyoung arched his back, reaching up the play with one of his sensitive buds, squeezing it and pulling at it. “Play with me too, San…”
San ran his thumb over Wooyoung’s other pert bud, rolling it around in tight, small circles. “Such a mindless little whore.” He carefully set the candle down on the couch so that he could grip one of Wooyoung’s hips, bringing his mouth down near his chest so that he could lap at one of his buds with his forked tongue.
This, of course, drove your boyfriend crazy, leading him to begin mewling and grinding his cock into him. “It’s so good…so good…” he repeated, shuddering from how the demon’s drool began to drip down along his body.
“I bet, baby,” San returned in a raspy voice, completely entranced by how needy he was being, pulling Wooyoung’s body against his own, who whined almost immediately.
“I’m gonna cum again…” Wooyoung moaned, his brown eyes blown out with desire, slowly rubbing his bare chest onto the demon’s muscular one, unable to handle how sensitive his body was feeling.
“Uh-uh, you can’t be cumming so soon. At least, not until I’ve made your girlfriend squirt again.”
You let out a small whimper, leaning your head into the crook of San’s neck, feeling ignored but not voicing it. You felt his hand move up your lower back and caress it, but he didn’t pay attention to you quite yet.
“Want it on your cock?” Amused by Wooyoung’s eager nodding, San lowered the candle and slowly poured the warm liquid in a line across the young man’s throbbing erection.
“Fuuuck, San…!” Feeling the candle wax drip down the sides of his length, Wooyoung whined louder and continued rubbing himself into San’s lower abdomen in an unapologetic way until he cried out in ecstasy, cumming once again.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to cum? So selfish…” San muttered under his breath, his fingers gripping into the sides of the candle, glaring daggers at Wooyoung, who was too busy milking the last few drops of cum from his softening length. “Darling, pull some of the lights off of the tree for me, will you? And wrap them around this disobedient whore’s cock while you’re at it.”
Hearing San finally address you directly, you pulled yourself up from the couch and headed over to the tree, following his directions.
Wooyoung gulped nervously, before gasping when San suddenly shoved him to the ground below him. San then set the candle down onto the floor, his lips forming a lewd smile. “Guess what? You’re going to sit there and watch me pleasure your girlfriend for the rest of the night. I’ll make sure to take care of her in ways that you can’t. Does that sound good?”
“Very.” Wooyoung returned the smile and sat on his knees, shivering a bit when you began to wrap the Christmas lights around his body, binding his arms behind his back and making sure to coil the wire around his already stiffening cock. He looked up at you and frowned. “Hey, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hog all of the attention earlier…”
“It’s okay, Woo, but it’s my turn now,” you returned, running your thumb over the slit of his cockhead just to tease him. “Enjoy the show~”
Wooyoung groaned softly, knowing he most definitely would enjoy every single second of it. It didn’t matter who was touching you, as long as you were feeling good.
“Come here, my love.” San beckoned you with his index finger, leading you to drop the rest of the lights so that you could lower yourself into his lap and straddle one of his thighs. Seeing the pout on your face, he settled his hands on your hips and pulled your body closer, tilting his head to the side. “You didn’t like being ignored, did you?”
“Uh-uh…”
“You want my attention that bad, huh?”
“Yes, please…I need it…” You ran your hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck, feeling San squeeze his hands into the supple flesh of your hips and begin to grind himself into you.
“My darling little toy…you should’ve told me how desperate you were for my attention earlier,” he murmured into your ear, lifting his thigh up slightly while he continued to drag you along it, allowing it to press harder into your clit, making you moan.
“I didn’t want you to punish me…” You began to breathe somewhat heavily, due to San dragging your lower half back and forth at an even faster rate, your insides feeling like they were on fire.
“I thought you liked it when I punished you.”
“I do, but,” you started, unable to hold back a choked moan from the way San continued to control your body movements, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh and feeling the inner ridges of your hip bones. “I like it more when you’re like this…”
“Like what?”
“Sweet to me…” you replied in a soft voice, a light blush forming on your cheeks.
San didn’t know it was possible for him to feel such a pleasant warmth inside his chest. It almost made him sick, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed such a gentle sensation. “My love…” he whispered, pulling you into a surprisingly heartfelt kiss, still encouraging you to grind on his thigh, eventually driving you over the edge.
You cried out into his mouth, your arousal gushing out onto his lower half and dripping onto the couch cushion below. When he pulled away, you simply gazed into his hypnotic eyes, panting heavily.
“Did that feel good?”
“Mm-hmm…” You pressed yourself up against the demon, your fingers slipping into his raven hair. “Am I your favorite pet to play with?”
“Of course you are, darling.” Bringing one of his hands up to your neck and running a finger over the collar you had on, San asked, “Do you want me to give you a collar that has your name on it? One that I’ll put on you whenever I come by to fuck your brains out?”
You hugged San close to you, nodding your head so quickly, you didn’t even register Wooyoung’s obvious jealousy — but not the kind that you expected.
“That’s not fair,” Wooyoung pouted, his fingers twitching slightly behind his back. “I want one too…”
San looked past your shoulder down at Wooyoung, his once crimson eyes appearing to be completely black at this point. “Sorry, pretty boy. Maybe if you didn’t cum every five seconds, I would consider giving you one too.”
Trying to reclaim San’s focus, you hooked your fingers into the hem of your tank top and lifted it up and over your head, tossing it behind you, not noticing or caring that it landed on your boyfriend’s head. He shook it off, emitting a small whimper, but not exactly bothered by the position he was in.
“I’ll take care of you, my love. I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll never be able to think about anything else, except for me.” San reached for the candle and held it above your breasts, dripping some of it across your soft flesh, using his thumbs to rub the warm candle wax across your nipples.
“Fuck, San…” you gasped, arching your back when he poured a larger amount down the valley of your breasts, feeling it drip down your abdomen and onto your aching sex. “Please, I can’t take it anymore…”
“Yeah?” He blew the candle out and tossed it onto the floor, not caring that it rolled into Wooyoung’s leg, who was trapped between a state of immense pleasure and agony, his cock straining against the wire to the point that the tip of it was an angry shade of red. “Is there something you want, pretty girl?”
Feeling San’s large hands roam up your body and onto your tits so that he could grope and knead them to his heart’s content, you nodded, exhaling, “Your cock.”
“My cock?”
“I need it in me…”
“In your pretty little cunt?”
You blushed, your heart skipping a few beats inside your chest. “In my pretty little cunt…”
“As you wish, darling.” San let out a pleased huff of air, lifting your hips up and pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance, stretching you out so that he could slide you down onto it. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so tight.”
You let out a small cry, your fingernails digging into San’s back, trying to get accustomed to his unusually large size.
Glancing at Wooyoung over your shoulder, San gave the suffering young man a crooked smile. “You must not be hitting it right, huh? Your girlfriend’s tighter than those lights wrapped around your cock.”
Wooyoung bit his bottom lip, feeling humiliated, but still relishing the way San talked down to him, his tethered length twitching slightly as a response. “You should…show me how it’s done…”
San exhaled something in Latin, gripping either side of your ass and plunging himself deep inside you so that he could begin his pursuit of pleasure.
“It’s so big, San…” you moaned out, feeling like you were already descending into madness from the way he was pounding into you at such a brutal speed, the couch creaking so loudly underneath you that the springs could snap at any given moment. “So fucking big, I can barely take it!”
“You’re just tiny…” San squeezed his fingers into your ass and kneaded it, bringing you to let out a whine. “You think you’ll be able to go back to your boyfriend’s cock after this? Or will you be dreaming about mine?”
“I…”
“Look at him and say it,” he chuckled darkly, prompting you to turn your head back and look down at Wooyoung, who was gazing up at you with stars in his eyes.
“I’ll be dreaming about San’s cock the next time you–aah–fuck me, Woo…”
Wooyoung groaned, heavy amounts of pre-cum dripping down the head of his dick and onto the floor below. “I can’t blame you, baby…”
San was only able to take so much satisfaction at once, suddenly holding you down so that he was fully inside you. “Are you ready for me to fill her up with my cum, pretty boy?”
Wooyoung nodded his head, his dick aching so much that his eyes started to water. “Yes, fuck–fill her up for me, San! Please!”
San obliged, holding you completely still as he unloaded into your cunt, the gushing warmth of his cum so pleasurable that you came on the spot.
“I need more, San…” you whispered shakily, encouraging the demon to lift you up and guide your body so that you were facing the other way, your back against his heated chest.
“You read my mind, darling.” He shoved himself back into you, forcing some of the sticky liquid to drip down to the base of his length and pool around his inner thighs. “You’re still so fucking tight…I might actually lose it…”
“Then you better fuck me until I get used to your size,” you exhaled lovingly, reaching a hand back so that you could slip your fingers into his damp hair, leaning your head back as well so that yours was near his.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he whispered gruffly into your ear, his hands running down your lower abdomen and feeling his heavy cock protruding through your skin. “I bet you’d want me to fuck you day in and day out until you break for me.”
Tears formed in your eyes due to the immense stimulation, unable to see Wooyoung clearly anymore from how blurry your vision was becoming. “You can break me as many times as you want, as long as I’m yours,” you replied in a shaky voice, turning your head to face San.
San began to drool from your words, answering confidently, “You were mine the moment I first saw you, darling. Now…let me have a little bite, okay?” He suddenly ripped off your collar and tossed the remains onto the floor, baring his sharpened teeth. He plunged them into your neck without a second of hesitation, biting down and drawing out your coursing blood.
“Drink up…” you moaned weakly, blinking your tears away and gripping the ends of his hair, your lower half pulsing so intensely that you knew you were going to reach your mind-melting high again.
San noisily slurped the hot liquid up into his mouth, moaning and breathing heavily against your skin, his cock throbbing inside you. “Mmmn…’M….going to…cum…”
“Pleasepleaseplease…fill me up…” you chanted, your heart racing inside your chest, not even bothered how San gulped down your precious life source.
The demon suddenly pulled his mouth away and brought you all the way down on his length again, cementing you in place. “Stand up, pretty boy! Now!”
Wooyoung got up onto his feet so quickly he felt dizzy, about to sob from how insanely good it felt when San’s tail whipped down and sliced the wire off of his cock, finally allowing him to cum. “Oh my fucking god, yes!” he shouted out in ecstasy, his load shooting out all over your chest and lower abdomen.
“Here it comes, darling!” Almost simultaneously, San groaned incredibly loud, tossing his head back onto the couch and pumping you full of his seed for the second time, leading you to your own pinnacle of pure bliss, your mind and body feeling almost completely numbed out.
You couldn’t really acknowledge it when San slipped out from underneath you and stood up, your exhausted body simply falling down onto the couch so that you could get some rest. Wooyoung joined you as well, knocking out almost as soon as he landed next to you.
His own brain and body tingling pleasantly around the edges, San reached down to pet both of your heads, sighing softly. “Merry Christmas, my lovely playthings. Take care, until we meet again.”
He walked over to the tree so that he could take one of the bulbs as a souvenir, looking at his satisfied, flushed reflection inside it. “Merry Christmas to me…” And with that, he vanished into thin air.
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When noontime rolled around the next day, the both of you slowly sat up and rested against the couch, looking at each other, studying the various marks, chipped candle wax, and dried remnants of cum that littered your aching bodies.
You cleared your sore throat, leaning into Wooyoung and sighing. “So…he was kind of sweet this time around…Is that crazy to say?”
“Not crazy, no.” Wooyoung wrapped his arms securely around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I mean, I got bullied towards the end there, but honestly, I was really into it.”
You let out a soft chuckle, melting into Wooyoung’s embrace. “I could tell.”
“But, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before. I almost lost my mind.”
“Me too,” you nodded, pulling away and leaning back against the couch again, your boyfriend’s arm slipping around your shoulders and hanging off of it. “I’d say it was a night well spent.”
“Agreed.”
You both fell into a comfortable silence, simply holding each other and admiring the snow that was falling gently outside the frosted windows of your living room. You sighed to yourself, content with how you were filled up with more than just Christmas spirit, idly running your fingers along the deep bite marks on your neck.
Noticing the Santa hat that was sitting near the top of the couch, Wooyoung grabbed it and put it on your head, giving you a smile. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
You kissed his cheek, a wide smile forming on your face. “More like Merry Dickmas. Get it? Cuz San’s got a huge c–”
“No, I get it,” Wooyoung cut you off, giving you a blank stare, before erupting in a fit of giggles that you joined in on as well, the both of you hugging and falling back down onto the couch to get some more rest. Once you both quieted down, Wooyoung informed, “It’s my turn to get fucked next time though.”
You turned your head to look at him, gently running your fingers along his chest. “Sure, but he might not want to, since I’m his favorite, after all.”
Wooyoung tsked, hugging you closer to him and nuzzling your cheek. “Are you the main character all of a sudden, or what?”
You nuzzled him back, basking in his comforting warmth and giving him a gentle kiss. “Duh.”
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: ̗̀➛ Sebastian: Smut Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Considering he’s the sub/bottom, you’ll probably being doing more of the aftercare.
He does love to hold you till you fall asleep though.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Besides your hips/waist (fluff alphabet), i think he’d be a tits guy.
Big or small, he loves watching them bounce when your riding him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Loves cumming on your stomach or inside you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Lowkey would share you with Sam if you wanted.
He’s kind of a cuck.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
None. You were his first, that’s part of the reason he’s so needy and dtf, he just can’t believe someone as hot as you really wants to fuck him.
(Plus all those years of pent up sexual frustration)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl!
He’s obsessed with you dominating him and taking control.
Mating press.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Very serious, you won’t ever catch him making a joke.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Darker than his hair and straight.
Keeps it nicely trimmed for you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Pretty intimate. I wouldn’t say he’s romantic though.
But he’ll definitely be telling you how good your making him feel, how beautiful you are, feeling up your whole body and worshipping it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
When he was single: daily. Either watching porn, or thinking about you.
Now: only when you aren’t in the mood (or if you wanna watch him)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding, mommy/daddy, femdom, edging, orgasm control, praise, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting, mutual masturbation/watching each other masturbate, dry humping, oral fixation.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Your bed or the couch.
When he was living with his parents: his desk or bed.
Imagine sucking him off or cockwarming him while he’s working.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Anything about you, really.
He’s pretty easy to arouse.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Degrading/verbal humiliation.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Equally loves both.
Cumming down your throat is amazing, but he also loves to serve you and make you feel good.
Honestly once he starts going down on you, he won't stop until you tell him to. He loves it so much.
A lot of times he'll get so horny from it that he'll grind on the bed until he cums.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s a needy little bitch, so fast and hard.
He fucks like a rabbit in heat.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loves them, he’d have one anytime you want.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Mostly down to experiment, i don’t think he’s into anything extreme or really painful though.
He’d be down for some mild CBT maybe.
Risk wise, he’d def fuck you in the bathhouse locker room.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can last quite a while if he’s being edged.
Otherwise he cums a little quick.
But it’s kind of adorable, you just feel so good and look so hot that he can’t help but cum in just a few minutes.
But to make up for his quick finish, he can go multiple rounds.
Would absolutely overstimulate himself until he’s crying if it means he gets to stay inside you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any, but if you had some he’d absolutely use them. (on you or him)
Like…
Vibrators, cock rings, fleshlights, etc...
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He can’t tease, he sucks at it.
But man he loves it when you do it.
Moving past him and “accidently” grinding your ass on his crotch >>
Doing little things throughout the day to turn him on, just to make him wait till that night to get off.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
So loud and vocal.
Lots of whines, whimpers, and moans.
Probably a lot of begging too <3
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Prefers hentai over "real" porn.
Imagine jerking him off while he’s watching hentai!?
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
About 6.5 inches and average girth, maybe leaning to the thicker side.
A little veiny and curved upwards.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Semi-high, he’d love to fuck at least once a day, even if it’s just a quickie.
But he’ll happily accommodate to your sex drive, whether it’s lower or higher.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He waits until your ready for bed.
Holds you like a teddy bear as you two fall asleep.
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A request for a nsfw alphabet for ghost (or any/rest of them up too you) 👀 that size kink drabble lives in my head rent free btw you write him so damn well 😣🥲
hi hi :-) thanks!
ghost for now, and gaz as well because i have garrick brainrot
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GHOST.
Aftercare = (what they’re like after sex)
If he's post-subbing, he's the most needy fucker alive. All over you, despite how sweaty he is, plastering himself to your chest for a bit of cuddling as the little spoon.
Dom Ghost will provide aftercare if you're actually in a relationship, but if it's just a quick fuck he's gone after a bare minimum check-in with you to make sure nothing's broken.
But if he does have feelings for you, he's drowning you in praise, kissing lightly over the bites and bruises left in his wake, helping you sit up against his sturdy chest, bringing a bottle of water to your lips.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Simon Riley has a huge fat fucking uncut dick, and that's just the truth. He likes seeing you struggle to take all of it, splitting you open on his cock.
He's also an ass man. Loves to watch your cheeks bounce when he fucks you from behind, ripple when he spanks you, loves burying his face in your ass to eat you out.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Do not let this man fuck you raw he is fertile.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's an exhibitionist, and he definitely wants everyone else on base to know who's fucking you and just how well he's doing it. He'll start groping you in risky high-traffic areas hoping someone sees. Swears up and down he had no idea anyone was coming down the hall.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Ghost fucks. There's no way Ghost doesn't fuck. This man has been whored out in like 80% of the countries he's been stationed in. He's great at mindless, meaningless, rough sex, but it's difficult for him to be slower, gentler, to stay present when he's actually making love and not just fucking. He tries, though, bless him.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy. Like I said. Ass man. He will bend you over just about any surface if you let him.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's pretty serious aside from the occasional snide remark. When he sets himself to a task he wants to carry it out as well as he can. This extends to fucking you silly.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He has a shortly cropped blond happy trail.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's... not great at intimacy, but he makes an effort, if he's having sex with someone he harbors an emotional connection with. His dirty talk is softer, he's a bit gentler, less rough around the edges.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He has a pretty high sex drive and usually masturbates just to sate it, rather than to sit down and enjoy himself. He rarely uses pornographic material, just fucks quickly into his hand replaying some memory.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Exhibitionism, as mentioned.
Pet play, d/s, anything with power and control dynamics essentially. He likes to be on both ends of the spectrum.
Humiliation, degradation, etc. Again, giving and receiving.
Body worship (on him, but he'll do it for you as well).
Size kink.
L = Location
Anywhere he can get away with it, really.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He enjoys the concept of both dominance and exerting his will over you, and the release that comes from submitting to another person and allowing them to take the reigns. He really just teters back and forth between the two depending on his his self esteem is doing that day.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Simon Riley will not fuck you if you're even a bit tipsy or inebriated. Hard no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
This man loves to eat ass.
He also loves to shove his dick as far down your throat as he can and hold you there until you're bucking against him for air.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Rough, though not necessarily fast. If he's feeling particularly worked up or mean sex can definitely turn into an endurance test he knows you'll lose.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Simon wants to fuck you as often as he can, whenever he can, wherever he can.
On a roadtrip? His hand is down your pants while he drives.
Doing laundry? Lifting you up onto the dryer.
In the hallway? Broom closet looks very inviting, wouldn't you say?
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's open to a fair amount of things, if not out of interest, just to try them and know whether or not it does anything for him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's a military man. He's extremely physically fit.
If you let him, he'll fuck you until he physically can't anymore. Regardless of how quickly he might cum. He'll just use his fingers or his mouth until he's hard again.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He'll never admit it, but he does get jealous of inanimate objects for making you cum. Why not him? He can do it ten times better and faster. Watch.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Don't edge him, it won't work. He's bigger, stronger, and has more stamina than you, and he's stubborn as hell.
You, though?
If you let him, he'll make you beg for it. He'll edge you until you cry. He's also prone to trying to fluster you whenever he can, especially in front of other people, grabbing your hips to move you aside, brushing against your ass when he passes you in a tight space, things like that.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's fairly quiet, especially if he's subbing. He'll groan, but it will be rare. He does enjoy a fair bit of dirty talk though.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Wants to fuck his cum into you and then force you to walk around base leaking into your underwear. :-)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Here to preach Chunky Simon RIley gospel.
He has abs but they're under a layer of fat on his tummy. You can't see them unless he flexes.
He has fat fucking tits. Big enough to grope.
Has a pudgy little pubic mound.
His arms and thighs are fucking huge.
Big fat breeder balls.
Has a light dusting of hair on his chest, and is fuzzy from the waist down.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High, man.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
You will never catch Ghost sleeping after fucking you.
He barely sleeps as it is.
He'll just sit with you until you're asleep or ready to do something else.
GAZ.
Aftercare = (what they’re like after sex)
He needs it. He's a sensitive boy, honestly, and if you just up and leave after having sex it's definitely going to hurt his feelings.
He wants to pepper kisses all over you and snuggle.
And maybe grind on you a little bit while doing so.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Gaz has nice, dexterous hands that can and will pull amazing sounds out of you when he's playing with you. This man fingers like no one's business. He's fairly attentive and will catch any noises or expressions you make while he's learning what you like, so he can do it more efficiently next time.
He likes to watch your face when he fucks you, or when you fuck him. Your expressions do a lot for him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He wants to come on your face. He'll beg for it, even. He wants to mark you anywhere, coming on your ass, your tits, your tummy, but your face is his go-to spot.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's thought about stealing your underwear from the laundry room on base, when you leave it out.
He wouldn't. Especially if you're not dating. It's just a thought.
But he… looks. For a while. Especially if it's some lacy thing.
Thinks about holding it in his hand while he's fucking his fist.
Then goes about his day, chiding himself a bit.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Mildly? I feel like Gaz maybe got around when he was younger but has kind of slowed down, and he's even a bit ashamed of his fuckboy phase. He's seeking more of an emotional connection now instead of flings.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Facefucking is high up there. He also likes missionary so he can watch your expression change into something fuzzy and fucked-out.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's definitely always smiling when he fucks you, right up until he's about to come. Whether or not it's a smirk or a goofy grin depends on what you're doing and the mood.
He'll also tease and rib you lightly, especially if you're babbling nonsense after he's pushed you particularly hard and made you come several times.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I headcanon Gaz as being fairly smooth?
I honestly don't know why.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Gaz is sweet. He's one to break out pet names, compliments, occasionally praise; I don't think he has a lot of casual sex, so making love is more of a common occurrence than just fucking.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Gaz definitely has a folder on his phone of dirty pictures of his S/O that he pulls up when he's getting off. He prefers sex, but will look at images of you if you're not accessible at the moment. He'll send you images of him fucking his hand, sound clips if he's feeling particularly devious.
If you let him take videos of you giving head or fucking him for use while he's away, he'll be very, very grateful.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Marking (with cum, but he'll leave hickies as well).
Overstim. He likes to fuck you until you're unintelligible, then keep going beyond that, if you'll let him.
Grinding / outercourse / thigh fucking.
Service domming.
L = Location
He's not too adventurous, anywhere private.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Gaz just wants to make you feel good, honestly. You getting off gets him off.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Getting super rough, mean, or degrading doesn't do anything for him. Not only is he disinterested in it, it's counterproductive to what actually gives him pleasure, even if you ask for it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Gaz loves eat out for dinner :-)
He'll keep going until you're squirming away from him and begging him to give you a break. Tonguefucking is a favorite.
He likes fucking your face, making it sloppy and watching the drool run down your chin onto your chest. Bonus points if you wear makeup and he gets to ruin it. Bonus bonus points if you have to walk somewhere with that ruined makeup.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends on his mood; he's normally pretty slow in the interest of being thorough and making you come as hard as you can, as many times as he can make you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He's indifferent to it. It doesn't give him as much time as he'd like to unravel you, but if you propose it he's certainly not going to turn you down.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Gaz is fairly open to trying new things, but if it skeeves him out even a little bit he's unwilling to try it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Multiple rounds are a given fucking this man.
He wants you fucked stupid. He wants you braindead and drooling. He wants you unintelligible on his dick. He will buy a cock ring for the sole purpose of fucking you longer so he can watch your eyes roll back and jaw go slack as you come for the umpteenth time.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Gaz is fairly open to using toys; again, big fan of service domming, so he enjoys doing whatever he can to make you feel good. He would also enjoy leaving something inside of you while you run errands or do chores, just as a way to mark you, claim you without actually touching you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's not a super big fan of it; why edge you when he can make you come, and then make you come again?
He doesn't hold out well if you tease him, either. The moment you flirt with him, brush up against him or make a suggestive statement, he's ready to go.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Gaz is very vocal, and he's not shy about it either. He's a whiner, making high pitched breathy sounds, and he's also prone to babbling in your ear when he's close to coming; "Hot, wet, tight, so good for me baby."
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Crier. Not in an emotional sense, but if he comes particularly hard he's thanking you and tears are rolling down his face.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
This man is cut.
He has the "otter" build, slim, lean and strong.
Veiny arms.
Definitely has abs.
Cum gutters.
His dick is long and curved upward. Average thickness.
His balls hang. Good for slapping against your clit when he fucks you from behind.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Gaz wants to fuck, man. Not so much that it's a constant thought of his, but he's easily swayed into being in the mood.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sex doesn't knock him out, but he'll fall asleep cuddling you afterwards.
(He talks in his sleep.)
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ NICK NSFW ABC’S
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a- aftercare (how are they like after sex?)
the sweetest you’ll never see him. he’ll help clean you and him up and ask if you need anything and make sure your okay before laying in bed and cuddling with you. he’ll whisper cute things to you as he rests his head on your chest and he’ll just go on and on about how much he loves you. and he loves when you play with his hair while he’s laying on you.
b- body part (what’s their favorite body part of yours? + favorite part of their own body?)
loves your neck, loves to kiss it and mark your it, and just looooves giving and getting hickeys tbh.
he loves loves his arms mostly cause of his tattoos and he just loves his tattoos.
c- cum (anything to do with cum.)
doesn’t like cum, idk but just doesn’t like it mostly. but does love to make you cum all over his hands as he’s giving you a handjob. (loves giving handjobs and blowjobs 🙏)
d- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
loves being a brat and likes to purposely egg you on just to see you get more mad/dominant toward him. kinda has a humiliation kink, just likes when you poke fun at him and degrade him and stuff.
e- experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
not that experienced but knows the basics and knows what he’s doing but let’s you lead for the most part.
f- favorite position (what is their favorite position?)
bottoms most of the time, loves doggy but also loves being face to face with you so also loves to ride you, missionary too.
g- goofy (are they serious during sex? etc.)
stays on the serious side especially when he knows your not playing but likes to tease and poke fun at you, likes it when you do that to him too obviously.
h- hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
really doesn’t care at all but shaves when it gets to be a little too much or if you care then he’ll do what you like, but personally doesn’t care for him or you.
i- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect?)
loves all the intimacy and just wants to be as close to you as he can, loves when your hands just roam over his body too and loves kissing you when your pounding into him fr.
j- jack off (masturbation headcannon)
doesn’t really masturbate often and when he does he either uses his imagination, thinking of you or goes on twitter tbh.
k- kink (what kink or kinks do they have?)
he loves being degraded and likes to feel like he’s just all yours, loves when your fully in control also loves overstimulation and being pushed to the edge. also loves when you pull on his hair especially while in doggy.
l- location (where is their favorite place to do it?)
the bed, refuses to do it elsewhere or in public. he either is going to be too uncomfortable, grossed out, or scared someone will see them depending on where, he’s better in bed when he doesn’t have to focus and think of all that.
m- motivations (what turns when on during sex?)
gets very turned on when you just whisper stuff into his ear, like praise or degradation, loves it all and is already hard by that.
n- no (what’s something they wouldn’t do/turn offs?)
roleplays or stuff like that, just likes to be himself and you yourself yk. and definitely hates daddy kink stuff too.
o- oral (do they prefer receiving or giving, etc?)
loves sucking dick, he definitely brags about how good he is at it. also loves making eye contact while doing it, seeing all the faces you make and how good he’s pleasuring you.
p- pace (are they fast and rough/soft and sensual?)
depends on the mood, when it’s more soft or someone has a bad day then he likes it to be slower and more relaxed. if it’s more tough or someone needs to get their anger out then faster and rougher for sure, but mostly like it tougher tbh.
q- quickies (what are their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
unless you or him are really needing it, he doesn’t really likes them and likes to take more time with it all and you.
r- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
likes the normal routine of it all, not always into new things but definitely doesn’t throw the idea away, maybe just not at that moment.
s- stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)
prefers just one round, two at most or else he gets too tired and too out of it (if he’s bottoming) but if he’s being more dominant then he can go for longer and he gets even more energized than before.
t- toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
doesn’t really have any toys and it’s always up for using them but definitely okay with things like handcuffs or gags and whatever.
u- unfair (how much they like to tease?)
he absolutely looooves teasing and messing around with you and absolutely loooves when you tease him too for sure.
v- volume (how loud are they during sex? what sounds do they make etc.)
when he’s dominant, low grunts and slight moans, not really that loud until he’s cumming and let’s you make most the noise. but when he’s more submissive, he’s so loud. always moaning and whimpering, yelling your name, whatever, loves making noise and shit when youre pounding into him.
w- wildcard (a random head cannon)
just loves being dramatic during sex, very vocal and loud, and loves rough sex like hair pulling, scratching, choking, slapping, just loves all of it.
y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
can go a while with no sex, doesn’t really have a high sex drive and doesn’t go super horny if he has to wait long for it and gets it when he wants.
z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)
loves sleeping right after or at least a nice nap or relaxing moment after while holding onto you. he just needs time to recharge for sure, he’s tired out.
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THW Aemond's Kink List (18+)
Pairing: Dark!Aemond x Reader;
Warnings: nsfw situations;
Author's Note: You made me do this. You created this monstrosity. I hope this is exactly what you wanted, you sick, sick ppl
I'm done forever I FEEL SO ASHAMED PLS STOP ASKING ME FOR THE LIST NOW I HAVE 2 NEW REQS THAT MENTION IT 😭😀
Just as the title says, this is a basic list that dives into what's going on in that (even more basic) head of his.
I ended up splitting this into halves - one that speaks of his kinks when engaging with a casual sexual partner, and the other that goes into detail about what he's like strictly with the reader.
With Someone He Doesn't "Love"
When it comes to having sex for the simple sake of it, Aemond is a hard dom. He takes what he needs, with little to no regard for the feelings of others, and immediately leaves thereafter.
Although he still likes to give pleasure in his own way, and knows that aftercare is important, he's taking part in an actual war. Which often means he's more needed somewhere else, and is always left pent up and frustrated.
On his partner:
Choking (Breath Play);
Surprisingly sensual - not at all what you'd expect, with how aggressive he is in "The Harshest Winters", outside the bedroom.
Bondage;
No, not with his eyepatch. It takes a lot of trust for Aemond to remove it in the presence of anyone, even more so in the presence of a bedmate. Still, he's not against using the ropes that secure his clothing, or the leathers that go around his waist.
Degradation (Humiliation Play);
It just gets him going - no surprises here.
Impact Play;
Spanking, hair pulling, mark leaving. He's a possessive man, and likes to see the aftermath of his sessions on his willing partner;
Begging;
He'll be as mean and cruel as he sees fit. And the more his lover begs, the harsher he gets.
Sadism;
As seen in "Begging". The bedroom is the one place where he can retaliate on all the shit that he's been through, on all the wrongs that he thinks have been commited against him. Unfortunately, his partner gets to feel the worst of it.
Orgasm Denial;
This is less for the sake of his bedmate's pleasure, as it is for the fact that he needs a lot of time to actually finish.
Aemond hyperfixates on things, and he likes the feeling of finishing at the same time as his partner.
Unless he's close to an orgasm, they won't feel the edge of relief anytime soon.
Sensory Depravation;
Blindfolds, blindfolds, blindfolds. He gets to feel in utter control, and his partner doesn't have to see his scarred face.
Somewhat Roleplay;
If he's been engaging in it before you, he demands his partner to call him their "King", or "Master".
But if it's post meeting you, he just pretends he's doing you, instead. Bonus, he might just choke out your name when he's done defiling you inside his mind.
Edging;
More or less something that's unintentional.
Spitting (?);
I haven't made my mind about this one. To me, THW Aemond is a very clean and up-kept person. He might deem both his seed and saliva to be something dirty, something that shouldn’t be spread around (lmao that's why Alys is pregnant, he just never pulls out).
So if he does spit in someone's mouth, it's more so to degrade them further, or assert his claim over them.
Breeding Kink;
Come on.
We've all seen it coming - nobody's surprised with that one.
Oh himself:
Edging;
If he can spare the time, and he actually likes his bedmate, Aemond would like nothing more than to be edged like no tomorrow - but on his terms.
No, he won't sub for anyone he doesn't love and fully trust, no matter how fond he is of them.
He likes edging, it makes his release all the sweeter, but he'll still be in full control over what's going on, always on top. He controls the pace, the how's and when's, anything really.
Praise;
He loves being told how good he is, and how well he's fucking his current partner.
When it comes to praise, they can be as graphic and as loud as they want (it's actually encouraged, to be honest). The more he's complimented on his skill and stamina, the more fired up he gets.
Size Difference;
He likes to feel big, looming over someone.
He's always been the tiny, and helpless younger brother. Twice as small as Aegon while growing up, the laughing stock of his siblings and nephews.
Aemond loses his mind when his partner is smaller than him (heightwise - weight doesn't really impact him). It makes him feel dangerous and primal, to be able to manhandle someone as he sees fit.
Overstimulation;
This one's also a "only if he likes his lover" kind of deal.
He'll keep pounding in them, well after his initial release; and if his partner times this well, praising him throughout it, he might just finish inside them twice.
BONUS:
Favourite Positions to do the do:
Reverse cowgirl, doggy style, C.A.T, standing, against pieces of furniture or against the wall.
But How Is Aemond With Someone He Cannot Live Without?
If he actually gets you willingly in bed with him (consent is still very important to him), Aemond is a service dom, a very needy and clingy top, and he does border on being a sub.
I'll get this out of the way right now: yes, he would MUCH rather you still be a virgin by the time you guys make love. It's not about purity culture, but he does want to be your "one and only", your first and last.
He's so obsessed and possessive over you, that the simple thought of another man touching what's his sends him in a downward spiral.
Still, if you aren't a virgin, and have some sexual experience of your own under your belt, he might turn your first time into a little game: based on how many men have made you cum, he'll give you 5 times as many orgasms.
You think that's a lot? You think that's impossible?
Don't worry, you have the whole day ahead. And you can always break fast in bed.
On Lady Tully:
Intimacy;
He might not look or sound like it, but this man is whipped and very much soft for you - above all else, he craves that pure intimacy with you, and would do anything to bring you pleasure.
If you waited for your first "I love you" to happen while in bed with him, then Aemond came the moment you uttered the words to him.
Oopsies
Don't worry, though. Tell him you're proud of him, and that he rides the largest dragon in the world, and he'll be up and about again, 10 seconds tops.
Breeding Kink;
Obviously. He wants an army of babies with you, so uh... good luck.
Size Difference;
He revels in being able to grip you in ways that would be considered dangerous for others - a light hand over your neck, a squeeze of both your wrists as he pins you down.
He never once applies pressure, and he's far too scared to hurt you.
But he loves how tiny your hands are engulfed in his, how your eyes dilate as his bigger body presses deeply against yours.
Bondage;
If you want him to, he'll more than gladly tie you up and leave you bare atop the bed, completely at his mercy.
No, he still doesn't think to use the eyepatch - but if you tell him to do it, he will.
Overstimulation;
He would do it to you, again and again, until you can't breathe from pleasure anymore.
As opposed to how it was when he laid with other women, he overstimulates you purely for the sake of your own pleasure.
He wants to give everything to you. Since he's a man of few words (and the ones he ends up saying aren't always all that), his actions speak the loudest here.
Edging;
It makes him feel good, and it enhances his experience ten fold.
He wants to enrapture you in nothing but bliss - since edging works for him, it must work for you, too, right?
Multiple Orgasms;
Aemond is canonically pussy drunk. He'll stay inside you all day and steal as many orgasms as he can from you.
He's sure he loves you, and wants to take care of you. To him, making you cum around him is the best way to show you how sorry he is for all shit he put you though at the beginning of your relationship.
Knife Play;
... Dagger play.
He sees his blade as an extension of himself. Again, he would NEVER EVER hurt you, and would be very reluctant to even suggest such a thing to you.
If he sees you even slightly uncomfortable at the thought of it, he'll never ask you that again, and forget about the idea entirely.
But if you are game to experiment with him, then he'll gently graze the edge of the knife over your smooth skin (being very careful to not break in a single cut) and yeah, he will use the hilt to... you know.
Stop, he's actually so gross JSKKSKS
BODY WORSHIP;
He senses any insecurity you may have and makes it a point to make that part of your body his new praying altar.
Yeah, he's overcompensating for keeping you in a dungeon during the 1st month of your imprisonment.
Praise;
Loves whispering to you how good you're being for him, how good you make him feel, how much he loves you.
Marking;
You're all his now, and he lives to show it.
If you're modest, and don't like people staring at your hickeys and red marks, prepare to be wearing high collars all the time, even in the midst of summer.
Oral;
If he could spend his whole life with his lips over your cunt, Aemond would die a happy man.
The first time he ate you up, he immediately came into his pants.
Naww, that's just sad, dawg
Light Roleplay;
If you aren't married yet, he 100% roleplays that you're his wife in High Valyrian.
He actually proposes to you in High Valyrian everytime he cums.
BAHAHA IT'S TRUE
The beauty of role-playing with Aemond is that you don't even have to pretend to be anyone else. He does all the work in a language you already know.
He thinks he's very slick with it, but one day you'll stop abrupty and actually give him a reply, and he'll go completely nuts
Voyeurism;
He likes to focus on you pleasuring yourself with no other distraction, and focus in on your face.
He's been engaging in this ever since you started sleeping in his Chambers, let's be honest: sure, you're not actually doing anything sexual in the beginning of your stay with him, but Aemond finds anything you do alluring.
Brushing your hair, yawning, reading a book - everything gets him going.
On himself:
Anything.
Okay, there are some exceptions to this rule, but this isn't a joke. As stated before in his inner thoughts, this man will take ANYTHING that you willingly give him.
If you're into hitting him, slapping him, marking him, pulling his hair, denying him release, degrading him, spitting on him, stepping on him, whatever else - he's more than 1000% down for all that.
You could be so cruel to him, and he'd still be more than thankful just for getting you naked.
Since it's coming from you, and he's so "in love", Aemond won't bat a single eyelash at you, no matter what you suggest him to do.
Even so...
Hair Pulling;
It's one of his favourites. He couldn't tell you why, but he quietly loves it when you try to assert dominance over him;
Praise;
I don't need to elaborate.
Edging;
It prolongs the intimate moment with his lady, and it tests his self-control and focus.
Overstimulation;
He sees it as a very intimate experience, and he doesn't do it with everyone.
It's even more different when he does it with you - he sees it as a wordless way to surrender to you, and let you do whatever you want to him.
While he needs to be in full control with a random lover, Aemond easily lets go with you, and enjoys the stability that comes with the unexpected. You decide how everything goes, you run the show with him.
Knife Play and Blood Play;
He thinks it's really exhilarating to be at your mercy. It takes a lot of trust from him to be suggesting such a thing.
Multiple Orgasms;
He's been with plenty other women, and his sex drive isn't as high as you'd expect. But there's something that you do to him that makes him insatiable.
Light Bondage;
Yep. Tie him up a little bit and use him to your heart's content.
Mutual Masturbation;
Mhm.
BONUS:
Favourite positions to do the do:
Side-by-side scissors, spooning, missionary, mating press, legs on shoulders, standing, cowgirl
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Attention
Summary:
Phantom likes attention.
If anyone were to watch how he performs at Rituals, how he interacts with screaming fans, blowing kisses and moving his body in ways that make them scream all the louder, it’s obvious.
He loves to be watched. So much so, that he’s jealous when other Ghouls get attention. He might argue until he’s purple in the face—or at least more than his unglamored skin already is—but Swiss knows, Swiss sees.
Pairing: Swiss/Phantom (Aeon)
Words: 3,017
Contains: Praise Kink, Mean Swiss, Dom/Sub, Safewords (Stoplight system), Masturbation, Longing, Top Swiss, Bottom Phantom, Humiliation, Degradation, Autofellatio, Flexibility, Jealous Phantom, Attention Whore Phantom, Subspace, Dacryphilia, Teasing, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Size Kink, PWP, Polyghouls, Voyuerism, Mildly Dubious Consent
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Hello hello! I’m back with another brain worm induced fic lol. So basically, I noticed during the Ritual I went to, that every time I tried to film Swiss, Phantom would try to walk in front of my phone or take over the shot himself, and I thought it was very funny, and apparently he was doing it at other Rituals too! Then I saw how bendy he was and how much he likes attention, and this idea spawned from there.
I will say, this does have a little bit of dubcon feelings to it, but I promise that Phantom is very much into this! I added the tag though just in case people might feel a little squicked about it!
I did not beta this, and also wrote it in a fugue state and finished it at 3 am, so please let me know if there are any glaring mistakes lol.
Read below the cut or on AO3 if you prefer that!
Phantom likes attention.
If anyone were to watch how he performs at Rituals, how he interacts with screaming fans, blowing kisses and moving his body in ways that make them scream all the louder, it’s obvious.
He loves to be watched. So much so, that he’s jealous when other Ghouls get attention. He might argue until he’s purple in the face—or at least more than his unglamored skin already is—but Swiss knows, Swiss sees.
At first he thought it was simply Phantom trying to move from one place to another on the stage in front of him, but as more Rituals went by and Swiss watched the lithe Quintessence Ghoul more and more, he started to notice a trend.
Any time a fan would aim their phone towards Swiss, Phantom would come stomping past, or even step directly to the edge of the stage, effectively blocking off any view of the Multi-Ghoul. He’d make a silent fuss as he bent his body or flipped his guitar around in a spectacle that the little Bug seemed to deem far more interesting than Swiss of all Ghouls. Swiss was stuck up on a platform in the back. Phantom was out in front, free to move around as he wished. The fans should want to film him.
It was adorable really, how the taste of the limelight gets the new Bug all jealous. But Swiss has been with the band long enough to know that everyone has favorites, and no matter what Phantom does, that won’t stop the fans from wanting to film Swiss.
So the little Bug likes attention, huh? Swiss smiles as he shakes his hips in tempo with his tambourine.
He can do that.
He just has to wait for the opportune moment.
Thankfully it comes not long after Swiss makes his plan. Phantom is a younger Ghoul by the rest of the pack’s standards, and his want—no need—for attention is so obvious now that Swiss has keyed into it.
Always talking, asking questions, commenting on anything any other Ghoul or even Papa is doing. Staring with those big round lavender eyes as he asks for cuddles or for someone to help him with something.
So easy. So predictable.
He starts giving the Bug just the lightest bits of attention. Little bits that are sure to leave Phantom wanting more.
Casually asking what book he’s reading from across their respective bunks on the tour bus, watching those lavender eyes glow as Phantom explains the contents of the book Swiss couldn’t care less about. Giving Phantom little bites of his road snacks, something that’s normally off limits to any of the other Ghouls, offered like a secret. A gentle grip to the back of the Quintessence Ghoul’s neck and a soft, “Good job out there,” after a Ritual.
Swiss is a Multi Ghoul after all. He’s good at playing anyone like an instrument.
Swiss is careful not to give too much, just enough to leave the little Bug wanting and nothing more. It’s a delicate balance, almost a fun little game for Swiss to pass the time with. Thinking and planning on what he’s going to do next to make Phantom want his attention more and more.
He knows it’s working by the smell. The desperate little scent that’s downright delicious. The way that Phantom keeps trying to get closer to Swiss, sitting or laying down next to him with as little space between them as possible; trying to twine his tail with Swiss, as if it will change Swiss’ mind when he decides to finally move.
The stupidly cute thing about Phantom is that as much as he loves attention, he doesn’t like to use his words and ask for it. He’s stubborn that way, and Swiss intends to break him.
Finally, the opportunity comes when a hotel is booked after a venue, Copia too goddamn tired to want to even think about getting on the road again until tomorrow, and he passes out hotel keycards with a tired expression, reminding his Ghouls not to stay out too late or cause any irreparable damage.
He’s roomed with Rain, and he notices that Mountain is paired with Phantom.
It all comes together too easily, really. Far easier than it should have, but that just means that his plan has worked.
Half of the pack decides to go out for a few drinks before settling down, the rush of energy from the Ritual still singing in their blood, but Phantom—who normally joins them—claims he has a headache and says he’s going to turn in for the night. Swiss doesn’t believe it for a moment.
It’s as easy as anything to get Mountain to trade key cards with him, especially as he claims he’s going to head back to the hotel early, and wants to check on Phantom.
“Going to finally give him what he’s been asking for?” Mountain asks behind the lip of his beer bottle, and Swiss has to laugh.
“Please, Mount, I don’t kiss and tell,” he teases, slipping the keycard into his pocket.
“That’s a lie,” Mountain comments back, but says nothing else, nodding his head as a goodbye before Swiss turns to leave the bar.
It’s thankfully a short cab ride back to the hotel, and Swiss gives the tired woman at the front desk a tooth full smile as he passes towards the elevator. He wonders if she’ll be the one who will be getting noise complaints later on.
Finally, without much fanfare, he’s right outside the hotel room. Even without being inside, he can just faintly smell desire sharp desire radiating through the door. He stands to enjoy it for one long moment, before slipping the card into the lock.
The click of the door opening makes him smirk, and he can’t help the anticipation. All the work is finally going to pay off.
And oh, pay off it does.
The heady scent hits Swiss the same time the visual does, and he can’t help but moan over a filthy chuckle as he looks at the little Bug, his cock already starting to perk up in his jeans.
Legs bent nearly up to his ears as he desperately tugs at his cock, tail wrapped around his own thigh and moans muffled by cute little fangs digging into his plush lips. The slick sounds of him frantically jacking himself off nearly makes Swiss laugh again, but he simply watches for a long moment, endlessly entertained by the fact that Phantom is so wrapped up in himself, that he hasn’t even heard Swiss yet.
“Headache, huh?” He finally says before closing the door and dropping his human glamour. A fleeting thought crosses his mind about leaving it open, but no, he’s not about to share what he worked so hard for to any human who might walk by.
Phantom’s eyes shoot open, and he gasps sharply before trying to scramble himself together, like he wasn’t just desperately jacking himself off. “Swiss!” He shouts, breathless, pretty doe eyes so wide and already watery.
Oh, Swiss is going to ruin him.
He approaches a few steps, tail swaying like a predator toying his prey but ends up watching the little Bug from the archway into the room proper, crossing his arms and propping himself against the wall, a knowing smirk that he couldn’t stop if he tried stretching his lips.
“Came to check on you, little Bug.....” he says softly. “Seems like you’re feeling better?”
Phantom has a blanket thrown haphazardly thrown over his crotch, and he’s blushing so hard he’s nearly glowing. It’s cute, the little display, and Swiss aches to pull the blanket away, but he refrains, stays in his place and looks.
The Quintessence Ghoul starts to babble, “I—w-well....I was.....you—the Ritual?”
“Pent up?” Swiss supplies with an arch of his brow.
Phantom’s head drops and he looks away, digging a fang into his plush lip again. Swiss wonders if he can make Phantom pierce it hard enough to make it bleed.
“Interesting.....” Swiss says, finally pushing himself off the wall, moving into the room. He stops looking directly at the lithe Ghoul, pretending to contemplate his movements as he reaches the chair in the corner. “And here I was, thinking that you were hurting....”
“I—“ Phantom hesitates, as Swiss pulls the chair to settle it in front of the bed where Phantom sits, still flabbergasted, trying to explain himself.
It’s so cute.
Swiss wants to see him cry.
“But you’re hurting in another way, aren’t you, Bug?” Swiss asks, settling himself down in the chair, feigning nonchalance, inspecting his fingernails as he settles with one knee draped over another. It’s tight against his half hard cock, but he’ll deal with it for the moment.
A whimper is what he gets in return, and another smile stretches its way across the Multi Ghoul’s lips.
So easy.
“It’s a shame you didn’t ask.....” his tone is light, then darkens as he flicks his eyes to Phantom, who’s mouth is dropped open slightly as he stares at Swiss, almost as if he can’t believe that the Multi Ghoul is here. He’s almost surprised that Phantom hasn’t tried to demand that he leave, but the tent in the blanket covering the little Ghoul’s lap tells Swiss everything. “But you don’t like to ask for attention, do you?”
Phantom’s mouth gapes and closes like a goldfish for a few moments, trying to decide what to say, maybe try to defend himself, but Swiss isn’t interested.
He goes in for the kill.
He moves, leaning his elbows onto his knees and staring at Phantom with sharp red eyes. “You like to demand attention, don’t you, little Bug?” He growls. “You like to take it when it doesn’t belong to you....”
Phantom swallows sharply before whining again, working his hands into the blankets, squirming at the intense gaze. “I—“
“Stomping in front of fans when they’re trying to take pictures of me. When they’re trying to film me.” Swiss outright growls, and he doesn’t miss the way Phantom’s covered cock twitches at the words, even as he tries to come up with a silly, stupid excuse that Swiss doesn’t care about.
“I’m sorry Swiss, I just—“
“Well you have my attention now, Bug,” Swiss interrupts, before settling against the back of the chair again, his arms draped over the armrests. “What are you going to do with it?”
Phantom gapes at him again, like he honestly can’t believe what’s happening, before he licks his already slick lips, enough that it makes Swiss groan a little under his breath. Phantom chirps at the sound, and Swiss chuffs lowly back.
“Color, Bug.” Swiss says, and that seems to knock Phantom out of his surprised headspace.
“Green,” he says softly, still kneading nervously at the sheets.
Swiss quirks a brow. “Bug....”
“Green, Sir....” Phantom replies, his lithe little chest huffing with pants.
Eyeing him, Swiss says. “You tell me if that changes.”
“Yes, Sir.” Without any hesitation.
Swiss smiles. “Good boy.”
The whimper he gets in return makes the smile widen.
“Show me, Bug......let me see how desperate I got your cock.”
Phantom whines and scrambles to follow directions, and Swiss relaxes further into the chair, unabashedly reaching to knead at his cock through his jeans. What an easy thing Phantom is.
When said Ghoul pulls the blanket back and reveals his still twitching, wet cock, Swiss licks at his lips before cooing. “Aw, look at that.....so hard aren’t you?”
“So hard, Sir....” Phantom replies, his hands still shaking at his sides. His tail has wrapped around his middle, his torso lithe enough that he can wrap around it almost twice.
Swiss bets he could wrap his hands around it and almost have his fingers touch.
Oh, but what a good boy he is for not touching himself before Swiss says he can. He tells Phantom so, and it gets him a keening little moan.
“Sw-Swiss...”
“I know, Bug,” Swiss can’t help the condescension out of his tone. The wanting, pathetic little whines he’s plucking out of the Quintessence Ghoul are oh so yummy, and he wants to hear more.
“You just can’t help but be a slave to your cock, can you? So brainless and horny aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” replies Phantom dumbly after another thick swallow, and Swiss doesn’t reprimand him for the lack of ‘Sir’ due to how blissed out he already looks just by Swiss’ words alone.
So damn easy. What a power trip.
“Why don’t you show me how you were touching that little dick before I caught you?” Swiss says easily, already knowing the Quintessence Ghoul will do just as he asks.
Phantom shudders, but flashes those doe eyes and pouts those plump little lips at him as he shifts back against the pillows and the headboard, throwing his knees up so easily and smoothly it makes Swiss’ cock throb even as phantom mutters, “Not little...”
“Oh?” Swiss archs a brow. “I think it is....bet I could cover the whole thing with just one of my hands....”
And that gets the little Bug to start jerking again, whining and screwing his eyes shut at the slick sounds that start up again so very quickly. Swiss chuckles, and it makes Phantom squirm and moan, his tail shifting to wrap around his own thigh.
Swiss can’t help but be cruel. “Eyes on me, Bug.....you wanted my attention and if you squander it now I’ll fucking get up and leave....”
“No!” Phantom gasps, eyes shooting open. Swiss groans, his cock kicking as the smaller Ghoul opens his legs wider, pulls them back even more so Swiss can really see how he’s stripping his cock, hurtling himself towards an orgasm that the Multi Ghoul isn’t so sure that he wants to happen just yet. He’s practically folded himself in half now, and damn does Swiss want to tease the needy little thing.
“Look at yourself.....look how needy you are and how wet you’re making yourself.....so pathetic....” He sneers. “You could have had my hand or my mouth on your cock if you would have just asked... but now we’re here. Watch as you jerk yourself stupid, Phantom.”
Little Bug follows the order beautifully, tilting his head down to watch himself jerk, taking a moment every few strokes to smear more of the pre-cum that’s blurting out of his slit and smear it down his shaft for a smoother glide, little grunts and moans coming unbidden from his throat, like he can’t even help it.
He’s so pathetic and needy. It’s cute.
Swiss watches, rapt, as Phantom tugs himself closer and closer to orgasm, and when the little Ghoul’s tongue lolls out of his mouth, Swiss finally notices something that he can’t help but voice as his own cock spills pre-cum into his underwear and sends a shiver down his spine.
“Sathanas....looks like you’re flexible enough to suck your own cock if you wanted...”
It was meant to tease, meant to send Phantom closer and closer to the edge he’s so desperately gunning for, but Swiss’ eyes widen, caught off guard for the first time tonight when Phantom shifts, nearly locking his knees behind his ears and leaning down to lick filthy and wet over his cock slit, whining sharply before fluttering his eyes shut and bending himself just that little bit more to take the leaking head of his cock into his mouth.
“Fuck~” Swiss swears sharply, unable to stop himself from kneading hard at his clothed cock as he watches Phantom give himself a firm suck, sure by now that a wet spot is forming on the denim, but he’s not going to take his eyes off of Phantom to check, not in a million years.
The little Ghoul moans at the feeling of his own mouth, and while he doesn’t seem to be able to get more than the head into it, that doesn’t stop him from sucking and licking at it like the worlds most pornographic lollipop, keening and moaning and dripping saliva and pre-cum all over himself. One of his hands still tugs freely at the rest of his cock, and Swiss feels like his head is going to explode.
Fucking hell, the surprises his little Bug has.
As wonderful and mind-numbingly erotic the sight of Phantom desperately sucking at his own cock is, the noises coming out of the Quintessence Ghoul’s mouth are telling, and Swiss still doesn’t want to let him cum just yet, so despite himself, he barks out, “That’s enough, Phantom.”
He groans when Phantom doesn’t stop, too much into himself and his singleminded quest for cumming down his own throat.
But he can’t have that. So Swiss decides to take matters into his own hands. He stands suddenly, and kneels onto the bed, reaching to quickly thread his fingers into Phantom’s soft hair, pulling him back with a sharp movement. He growls at the little Ghoul’s whine at dislodging him so close to his orgasm, but it turns into a cruel smirk as Phantom blinks up at him with oh so wet eyes, lips swollen and face flushed dark from the exertion and pleasure. “Such a dirty little pathetic slut,” he taunts, gripping Phantom’s hair tighter in his fist just to see him wince and hear him whine, the sound high and feminine and absolutely delicious. “When the Hell did I say you could orgasm....?”
It seems to take a few moments for Phantom to register what he’s said, and Swiss revels isn’t he fact that he’s gotten the little Bug so deep so quickly. “B-but....” Phantom’s lip wobbles, and Swiss groans, the tears that have gathered at the edges of Phantom’s eyes finally streaming down his cheeks.
Swiss has a wonderfully terrible idea then, and he smiles, all fang as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone.
“Do it again Bug,” he croons, aiming the phone at the little Ghoul. “And I’ll make sure that everyone sees.”
Phantom can’t disobey if he tried.
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Fuck, I wanna add to this so bad, but I don’t think I have anything………. except maybe 😈😈
Beyond Enid loving to watch her best friends fuck her girlfriend, Enid also loves to guide her best friends on how to fuck Wednesday. You know, just to remind them all of who’s in charge, who really owns Wednesday Addams.
She’ll do the basic stuff of course, like telling them to do this or that, sit there or get on top here, basics. But one time, Enid decides to get a little risky. Yoko’s about to take her turn with the seer when Enid stops her for a second. And she whispers in her ear, loud enough for Wends to hear, that she loves to be choked while being fingered. Yoko grins devilishly at Wednesday as she learns this once private information about the raven that before this whole monthly “get-together”, the vampire would never been given access to. And boy, oh boy does Yoko plan on using it to her fullest advantage.
And so it goes on like this, Enid slipping the others little bits of info about Wednesday’s deepest kinks and letting them go wild on the poor raven, who of course enjoys it all. In fact, when Wednesday first heard Enid spill her choking kink, she almost came from the humiliating feeling, and when Yoko Tanaka, Wednesday’s best frenemy, wrapped her cold hand around Wednesday’s neck while her other was knuckle deep inside her, well, she about damn had the most intense orgasm of her life.
It was then that the other four women knew that they had struck gold. They’d finally figured Wednesday out, they knew what made the no-longer mysterious girl tick. And they now knew how to ravish Wednesday Addams.
And that is the story of how Wednesday officially got the nickname (exclusive to these five) “Wednesday Bottom Addams”
Wednesday “Bottom” Addams oh my GOD 😭😭😭😭 Of course Wednesday would only let Enid call her that. She won’t let the other girls come close to calling her a bottom. At least when they’re not fucking her.
And I honestly love the idea that Enid would do that for Wednesday and the other girls. The second time they get together, it was Wednesday’s turn to get fucked and used by the girls. Wednesday of course being okay with it wasn’t at all confident she’ll be able to cum. At least by them, she can always cum by the touch of Enid. But once she whispers those little bits that Wednesday is into with the other girls, Wednesday is at their mercy. And she is totally okay with it.
Bianca’s turn: The siren would get a strap and fuck Wednesday hard doggy style while being extremely mean and degrading. And not your usual “you like that you pathetic slut?” Degrading I mean hardcore, brutal comments that would make anybody cry. But this is Wednesday we’re talking about so she welcome it. And with every brutal comment and degradation, it makes Wednesday moan louder and cum harder every time.
Yoko and Divina’s turn: The two would use Wednesday at the same time. Divina fingers her while degrading her while Yoko pushes the raven’s head between her legs and makes her eat her out. All the while Enid is in Wednesday’s ear praising her and telling her she’s taking it so well like the good Raven slut she is. And when Yoko cums it’s Divina’s turn to get herself eaten out while Yoko takes her strap and fucking destroys Wednesday’s holes.
While the girls were able to fuck Wednesday and turn her into a bottom, the raven gets the last laugh as they all forgot about her endurance. Wednesday is clearly not done but the girls are so tired that they can barely move. Wednesday knew this would happen. With the girls consent, she pulls out her spell book and puts a spell on them that would make them last for days. So now all four girls are going at Wednesday hard and pulling so many orgasms that the raven screams and laughs in pleasure. She gets so loud that it echoes through the halls of nevermore.
Weems unfortunately knows this monthly meet up and decides to buy the whole school anti sound pads to put in all the classrooms and everyone’s room.
Weems: My god. Just like her mother.
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HIiii I absolutely love BKS! I have been here since day 1 and have fallen in love with it more and more. May I request 62 & 253 please?
Basically possessive Din with some degradation
A Little Attention
pairing : din djarin x f!reader
word count : 2.3k
summary : the mandalorian returns from a hunt rather stressed, you know just how to help him out
warnings, etc : smut, established relationship, din djarin consent king, porn with a mere spoonful of plot, dom/sub, dom!din, sub!reader, safe words, sort of pet play??, din calls reader puppy, choking, degradation, humiliation, but also praise, rough rough rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spanking, use of a belt, makeshift leash, creampie
a/n : i am so so sorry it's taking me so long to get through requests lmao i'm gonna set myself a reasonably goal of one per week and try and stick with that. i hope you enjoy!! this is uhhhh maybe the rowdiest fic i've written so far but also like i loved this request and i had so much fun writing this <3 now it's time for me to sleep so i hope y'all enjoy and have a good night!!
He’s in a mood when he comes back with the bounty.
He’s always in a mood when it takes more than a week. If the bounties alive they don’t make it known, they aren’t moving when he throws them into the carbonite. Walking in silence as he closes the doors to the Crest before storming off towards the ladder to the cockpit. He doesn’t acknowledge you in the slightest as he stomps right past you.
You know Grogu’s in his pod up there napping, thankfully Mando notices and quiets his stomping as you feel the ships engine kick on almost immediately, the familiar hum fills the hull as you continue your knitting.
If he wants to be grumpy, you’ll let him be grumpy.
When he returns he still doesn’t address you as he slams his weapons down, he doesn’t clean any of his blasters as he hangs them up. He carelessly tosses the several belts he wears to the floor. Once he seems satisfied with his little tantrum he looks down to where you’re sitting on the ground. You continue your work on the sweater you’re making for the little green monster.
“How long has he been asleep?” He snaps at you which obviously has you frowning. That’s the first thing he says after eight moons apart?
“I missed you too.” You mumble before setting your needles into the basket where you keep your yarns.
“Don’t do that, I hate it when you do that.”
“So you're the only one who’s allowed to be angry?” You start to stand, leaning against the wall of the ship as you glare at him.
“I had a long week.” He sounds strained but you have no problem pushing his buttons. You know exactly what to do to get out of this mood. He needs to let off some steam. And he won’t do it unless you get him riled up, it’s just how this goes, once he gets all his pent up aggression out he’ll be back to the Mandalorian you know and love. Although you certainly don’t mind dealing with this side of him for now.
“So did I. You act like watching the kid isn’t hard. He gets bored after just a few days stuck on the ship and then he starts throwing things around with the magic and it’s all a mess.” You cross your arms as you continue frowning at him. He’s already clenching and unclenching his fist. Good.
“I didn’t say-.”
“And then you come back and you act like I’m not even here, like I’m nothing more than a pet to you, to look after when you feel like it and ignore otherwise.” You go to push past you but a gloved hand shoves you back against the ship's wall by the throat. All the air is shoved out of your lungs and his grip loosens the second you’re pinned in place.
There it is.
“Color?” His voice has softened around the edges just the tiniest bit.
You can’t help but grin at him.
“Green.” The moment you say it his grip tightens again. Your hands come up to claw at his wrist a bit as you gasp. He moves closer until your nose is poking against Beskar.
“Is this what you wanted? Are you so desperate for my attention that you have to act like a brat the second I return? Maybe you are my pet, you’d probably like it if I kept you as a pet, wouldn’t you?” You’re having a hard time focusing on his words as your vision starts to get blurry around the edges, the natural panic caused by lack of oxygen taking over as you claw more desperately at his wrist. When he releases you, you slump to the floor, he doesn’t give you more than a few seconds to catch your breath before you watch his gloves hit the ground next to you and his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, yanking, your face flushes. “I expect an answer.”
Fuck, what was the question? Kriff you can’t focus on much as you nod, hoping that’s the answer he wants but you feel another sharp tug.
“Words.” He forces you to stare up at him.
“Fuck, yes, sorry.” He seems pleased enough as he drops you back to the floor.
“Tell me your colors, pet.” He picks up one of his belts, one without any attachments, holding the brown leather strap in his hands. You sit on your ankles as you watch him fold it in half, smacking it against his palm gently before turning back to face you.
Stars, that tone. When he wants to be in charge there’s no arguing with that deadly serious tone. That’s the sharp tongue of a killer.
“Green means good, yellow means slow, red means stop.” He drags the bend of the belt across your jaw before withdrawing it so quickly you flinch.
“Good. Now, on all fours, like a good puppy.” His voice remains dominant but now there’s a hint of mockery as you obey. Getting on your hands and knees in front of him. He drags the belt across the length of your dress ridiculously slowly, by the time he reaches your ass you're trembling.
He crouches down next to you.
“Scared puppy?” There’s no concern in his tone as he says it.
Not at all.
If anything you’re shaking in anticipation of what’s to come. And you won’t give him the satisfaction of a yes.
“No.” You make sure he sees your smirk but any smugness in your expression is lost when he swings the belt down, a loud snap echos through the hull as it hits your rear. You lurch forward. mouth opening in a silent scream.
He hums. Happy with your reaction as his free hand reaches down to lift your skirt up, bunching the fabric up on your hips so he can admire the faint red mark already blooming on your ass.
“How many do you think you’ve earned, pet?” He traces the mark with his fingertips and you instinctively crawl forward a little bit, he grabs the meat of your ass, squeezing, his nails leaving little crescents in your skin. “Stay still. Don’t make me put you on a leash.”
That certainly isn’t as much of a threat as he makes it seem.
He of course realizes exactly what you're thinking and his hand slips under the fabric of your underwear, his digits slide through the pool of wetness forming and he laughs as he pulls them away to hold them in front of your face.
“Is that what you want? A leash?” He brings his fingers to your lips in silent instruction for you to clean them, which you do. Tasting yourself as you lick them clean. “Well, pets don’t just get treats. You have to earn it.” You do your best not to flinch as you feel the belt rest against the skin of your thighs. “How about ten? You take the belt ten times and I'll put you on a leash?”
It’s a humiliating deal.
You both know that.
But the first hit felt so good. And you crave more of the sting that lingers afterwards.
Besides, you’ve let him do worse to you and he’s let you do worse to him and you’ve always enjoyed it so you nod. He removes his fingers from your mouth and ruffles your hair.
“Good girl.”
It’s all worth it to hear those words.
He kneels next to you, one hand on your chest to keep you from falling forward, the other raises the belt again. You hear the crack before you feel the sting. A small yelp leaving your mouth. He gives you no recovery time as he brings it down again. Alternating between the backs of your thighs and your ass.
After seven he’s holding you up with his free hand. Tears stream down your face and you’ve completely soaked through your panties. He sets the belt down and rubs the welts that are forming, trying to soothe a bit of the pain as you whimper.
“Color?” He asks as he continues to rub circles against your swollen skin.
“Green.” You murmur as you drop your head so you're staring at the floor.
“Good girl.” You hear him pick the belt up again and he’s quick with it, he’s never been one to prolong this sort of thing longer than necessary. He brings the belt down three more times in quick succession, one slap on each thigh and one on your ass. You whine, your back arching slightly as your torso drops to the floor.
As you wipe away the tears falling down your face he begins to gently wrap the belt around your neck, notching it like a collar around your throat so it doesn’t choke you unless he pulls on it. He moves to kneel between your legs as he pulls the belt to bring you back up on your hands. His free hand pulls your panties down to your knees as he kneads the flesh of your ass. Helping to ease the pain that demands your attention.
“Color?” He asks one more time as you sniffle, composing yourself.
You certainly haven’t come this far not to get fucked.
“Green.” When you say it he gently pats your ass.
“You’ve been such a good girl. Such an obedient little pet. Do you want my mouth or my cock?” He continues kneading your ass and you answer immediately, you’re too worked up to not have him inside you right now.
“Cock, please.” His hand leaves your rear and you hear the zippers of his flight suit followed by the head of his cock swiping through your folds.
You’re practically drooling in anticipation but you never feel the stretch, instead he tugs on the belt, you choke a bit and lean back instinctively, impaling yourself on his length. You groan as he sinks just the tip into your dripping cunt.
“Come on. Take it all on your own like a good little pet.” He growls out and you know exactly what he wants. He’s presented this as a reward but you know he expects you to take it yourself.
Which you happily do.
Thankfully he lets you take your time. His hand grips the makeshift leash but he doesn’t rush you as you push your hips back against his. Whining as you rock back and forth, without any prep and over a week without him you aren’t anywhere near ready for him. But his gasps and whispered praises are enough to urge you on as you slowly fuck yourself on his cock.
“Such a good girl. Kriff. Good girl, taking her reward, look so pretty on my cock, does that feel good?” Even through his groans he manages to sound condescending.
“S’good Mando.” Your hips stutter all the back, fully taking him with a yelp and he finally tugs on the leash again.
“What do you say?” He pulls you back completely so you’re flush against his chest, he drops the belt and wraps his arms around your torso to hold you against him. Pushing himself deeper into you.
“T-thank you.”
“Good girl. Take your reward.” You can hear his shit eating grin but you eagerly comply, starting to rock yourself up and down against him. His hand trails down your stomach pressing against you roughly, like he’s trying to feel himself inside of you.
It’s harder in this position but you still manage to ride him, the hand on your stomach moves down to find your clit, there’s nothing gentle about his motions, he’s trying to force your climax out of you as quickly as possible. His fingers draw angry circles over the pearl between your legs making you keen.
Your thrusts are weak, you’re barely getting an inch off of him as you squirm in his arms. But he must be just as pent up as you are because you recognize the grunts behind the helmet, he’s already close, his own hips starting to rut up into you.
“Come on, cum on my cock, show me how good you can be for me.” He groans, pinching your clit sending a jolt through your entire body. Everything tenses up as you clamp down on him, your vision goes dark for a moment as your cunt strangles his cock. The only thing keeping you upright is his hands and after a few messy thrusts you feel him finish inside you.
He holds you against him for a little while, at least until you catch your breath. He hisses as he pulls out of you before his hands find the belt, releasing the clasp and tossing it aside, quickly lifting you up into his arms.
“Thank you.” He mumbles as he pulls your panties back up your hips. Walking you towards the sleeping cubby.
“For what?” You rest your head on his chest as he sits you down on the edge of your shared sleeping mattress.
“For doing that. I’m not an idiot, I know that was for my benefit.” His hands run through your hair, combing through the tangles that he put there. You grin at him.
“Well it’s not entirely for your benefit, you’re in a better mood thanks to me so everyone’s happy.” He hums in response, carefully laying you down onto the bed.
“I’m gonna go check on the kid, make sure we didn’t wake him.” He stands and you pull a blanket up over you, exhausted. Before he leaves he gives your leg a loving squeeze. “Next time you can put the leash on me if I act like that.” He laughs and you hear him climbing the rungs of the ladder.
He sounded like he was joking but you can’t help but smile.
Maybe next time you will.
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[MILF HUNTER]
Pairing: Haechan X Reader
Warnings: Smut, oneshot, milf reader, use of mistress, age difference(legal), very switch energy, sexting, tension, flirty, oral receiving (m/f), humiliation, praise, dirty talk, sex toy, solo masturbations, degradation, fucking, neighbour, darcphilla, orgasm denial, breeding, squirting.
Word count: 7k
18+ only no minors!
meant to be posted last month but whatever.
Summary: what happens when the local milf online lives in your neighbourhood?
Did you know, women in their 30's are the horniest... they fuck like no other," Jaemin licks his lip as he reads through the article on his phone.
"Yeah their libido increases as they age, something to do with their hormones levels." Renjun adds further, "They call it the women sexual prime time."
Haechan immediately perks his ears up upon this information, eyes fixed ahead at his two friends giving him new information he's never heard of.
"Which basically means I should find a milf right now." Haechan shoots out with a smirk. He's unapologetically himself.
"Oh god," Renjun replies.
"Can't say I didn't expect it," Jaemin responds back at his friend with a chuckle.
After a conversation with his friends, Haechan surely had to test it out for himself. He just can't stop thinking, thinking of how eager and horny women could get. Was it true? Thoughts appearing in his dazzled mind.
He gets his laptop from the table, taking it right to the bed with him. Leaning back in a comfortable position, he opens up his search engine. Typing away to find websites and scrollin down before he comes across one specific site.
www.hotmilfsinyourarea.com
Interesting he thought, as his brow raised up in curiosity. One thing about Haechan was he had many tastes in people. He's pretty open minded to newer things, new experiences.
Fingers almost rushing to click on the said link, opening up a whole new different world. Haechan scrolls through the variety of Milfs that are designated on the site, waiting to be approached. Fuck there's so many options, he thought. Scrolling away before his mind stops, his eyes squinting as he focuses on a particular name, AngelMilf00.
The image was a cropped body shot in a dress that hugged both breasts well. Easily a size DD. This piqued Haechan's interest for sure, after all he loves himself some milkers.
He began to read through the bio about Angel clicking at every image that was possibly posted. One thing he loved was how immaculate the lighting was. Really emphasising on those voluminous large breasts. There was body shots against a white wall, back arched as her perky ass was on display. The white wall brings more attention to the features. However her face was still hidden. That was still a mystery. But for now Haechan's cock is growing through his pants, expediting.
His cock already aching for some action. Those images of Angel sent an immediate blood rush to him. Imagining her being bent over and ass being covered in redness, fuck. His hand pressing down his bulge, letting out a tiny groan before removing his pants and boxers, exposing his hardened cock.
Hand gripping on his cock when he begins to stroke upwards and down, he lays slightly back. With his other hand he types up a quick message.
Hyuck66: hey, quick question. those milkers a size DD? he asked.
AngelMilf00: hi! oh wow you're actually correct. She responded.
Hyuck66: I guess you can say I know my things well, especially my favourites, he replied.
AngelMilf00: definitely. I'm guessing your also into milfs with big tits? She asked.
Hyuck66: i mean, fuck yeah. I don't discriminate. I love me all kinds of women, you know.
AngelMilf00: nice. So tell me, can a young guy like you keep up all night? Use that cock well enough?
Hyuck66: I'd keep you begging for more, hun.
AngelMilf00: I like the confidence.
*sends incoming tit pic*
AngelMilf00: gonna touch your cock for me?
Haechan doesn't need to be told that twice. Sexually frustated as ever since he got home. His cock already grew larger while scrolling to your images on the site. Except this time, the image sent was not online. It was sent specifically for him.
She has her tongue darted to the side as a cheeky grin is across her hidden face, breasts begging for air. Wondering how many cocks have cummed all over them, fucked them in between. He noticed Angel had a birth mark on the right side of her tit. Hot. Imagine giving her hickies all over that body... fuck.
"Wanna feel those cock sucking lips so badly...." he murmurs to himself. Speeding up his pace, sweat rolling down his forehead as he approaches his end.
AngelMilf00: enjoy the mini. I gotta go now, don't miss me too much.
And just like that she left. The poor boy hissed, palming his cock and stroking furiously until his hands covered in the wet coat.
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"What you up to mom?" Haechan asks entering the kitchen, trying to find himself some snacks to indulge in.
His mom looks up as she puts the remaining food in the basket. "Oh this is for our lovely neighbour who recently moved in. Thought it'll be a nice welcome gift. Would you like to come with me to give this?"
Haechan opened up some sweets as he put some in his mouth, "i can't Jaemin texted me earlier to come over at his place." He replies, not really interested in seeing who the neighbour is.
"That's okay, maybe next time then. Oh and invite Jaemin over for dinner, don't forget!" She responds, watching Haechan walk out of the kitchen.
"Will do mom."
Bro remember that girl I told you about last week?" Jaemin sighs, rubbing his temples from how frustrated he is because of her.
"Ah yeah she's hot but crazy," Haechan responds, fingers on the controller as he continues to play the game on screen.
"She's too annoying."
Haechan continues playing until he won the game, stretching himself as he leaned back, "Block her, you know what, I'll even give you that chicks number I got from last week."
Jaemin brings out his phone at the suggestion and hits the block button. Grinning at Haechan for his kind offering. "You really something else. Got all the girls hooked fr," he laughs.
A small smirk forming from his mouth, Haechan responds, "what can I say, I'm a ladies man after all.
"So what happened with your milf search?" Jaemin asked.
"Shit, I forgot to tell you. I actually spoke to one online. Her names Angel, she got me acting crazy.."
"What, no fucking way!"
"Yeah, i know right. I might ask her to meet up sometime. She seems to know what's good."
"Well that was quick,"
"Not quicker than you busting in that one chick you had sex with last month!"
"HAECHANNNNN-"
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Jaemin didn't live too far from Haechan, so they both walked back on the streets as they closely approach Haechan's house.
As they both walked, Jaemin saw Haechan's mom standing nearby as she spoke with someone. Unable to see clearly, they walked more, until...
"Yo, Haechan isn't that your mom over there?" Jaemin stops at his tracks causing Haechan to stop also.
"Yeah, I think some new neighbour moved in recently so she went over there." He shrugged, walking ahead of Jaemin.
Jaemin catches up to Haechan as he walked, "imagine if that neighbour is hot though," causing Haechan to snort.
"Yeah right. Probably an old fart as usual."
He wasn't really focusing on who and where the neighbour was, clearly uninterested on what's going on. But Jaemin stopped almost immediately, perplexed at the sight ahead.
"Uh, I don't think so..." Jaemin utters slowly causing Haechan to look at the shock on his face.
Haechan turns to his left before he speaks up, "What you mean-"
Shocked. Bamboozled. This can't be real for sure. How is a person like you even here? Better yet, the new neighbour! There's never particularly anyone remotely attractive that lives around here in Haechan's mind, however you, you're different.
You was smiling away as you spoke, The way the wind blew against your hair, pushing it back to only expose those gorgeous large breasts. That shirt did not help at all for Haechan's imagination, almost getting squeezed by both breasts wishing he was between those. The way those jeans fitted right against your body, emphazing on the perky full butt you have.
Haechan can almost feel his cock throb, damn. One thing about Haechan was he can get whoever he wanted. Girls would beg for his attention, fall for him all the time. In his mind, he knew he wanted you as soon as he laid eyes. But will you also fall for this charmingly confident boy too?
"Dude.. she's so fucking hot," Jaemin uttered, almost shocked how a person like you are even living here. "That's a total milf right there, how do you get so lucky.."
Haechan smirked, scanning you all over, "Shit, I'll tap that..."
Once dinner was over and Jaemin left, Haechan could finally fix his issue from earlier, thanks to his lovely neighbour.
He scrolled back on to the website, remembering the last time he spoke with a milf, except she ended the chat rather fast. This time he needed to release, he needed more.
Hyuck66: hey
AngelMilf00: hey there, missed me?
Hyuck66: of course, you left me hanging before.
He's right. Angel abruptly ended the conversation whilst he wanted to go further, that did annoy him slightly. Normally women throw themselves at him, never once has anyone left him hanging except Angel.
AngelMilf00: well, I was busy in my personal life. And I thought a guy like you needed to be tamed a lil.
Hyuck66: guy like me?
Haechan wonders what impression Angel has of him.
AngelMilf00: well, you're pretty confident for a young guy.
Hyuck66: does that intimidate you?
One thing about him is he's very confident, which majority of people love. So he's curious to know what Angel thinks. Is he too straight forward? Is that what she likes? Or not?
AngelMilf00: oh, no, of course not. I'm just not used to it, normally guys want to be dominated.
Hyuck66: who said I can't be both?
It's true, he can be both ways. Something about Angel he wants to dominate so badly yet be submissive towards.
AngelMilf00: how many times did you cum the last time we spoke?
Hyuck66: like, a total of 5 times.
Angel didn't say anything else about that. However, the image that was sent by her, Haechan has used for his wank material for hours.
AngelMilf00: all that cum for me?
Hyuck66: i have so much, I'd shower you with all my cum if I could. Make sure every hole sucks my cum right in.
He ain't lying, the amount of times he cummed because of that one image of Angel's breasts, having to change his sheets because of how much his load was falling.
AngelMilf00: such a good boy, always making sure your mistress owns your cum, right?
Hyuck66: yes
AngelMilf00: yes what?
Hyuck66: yes mistress
This is new for Haechan but hearing this just makes him want to be submissve and do exactly what she expects. He bites his lips hearing how much of a good boy he is. He loves praise. Ha.
AngelMilf00: then why the fuck of are you stroking your cock right now? You think im stupid?
Hyuck66: fuck I'm sorry
Shit he gasped. Angel knew him well enough to know its exactly what he's doing. He's stroking his cock right now.
AngelMilf00: are you really sorry?
Hyuck66: yes.. mistress.
AngelMilf00: then don't you dare touch your cock right now.
Haechan groaned. Hes so turned on and his cock is twitching for more touch. It excites him yet frustrates.
Hyuck66: okay, mistress.
AngelMilf00: tell me what you think of doing with me. Want to stretch my cunt out? Can your small cock even do that?
Hyuck66: i keep thinking how pretty your cunt is, more so whilst my cock slides inside. I can't stop thinking how your tight cunt swallows my whole cock in.
AngelMilf00: i can fit my whole fist up my cunt, think your cock can beat it?
Hyuck66: I'd like to think so, mistress
AngelMilf00: slap your cock right now.
Haechan swallows before his hands were raised as he gave a tight slap, causing a stinging pain almost immediate, hissing to himself.
AngelMilf00: is it red?
This just causes him to get even turned on, being denied to touch himself yet he can slap his cock.
Hyuck66: slightly
AngelMilf00: keep slapping it until it gone red
Hyuck66: h-hurts...
AngelMilf00: good. It's what you get for thinking your useless cock is even good enough for me to use. Pathetic.
Blood rushes to his sore cock, veins pertruding out hardening as each second passes. He can't hold himself much longer. He's so whiny and it hurts, he just keeps moving his hips as he lifts them up, imagining fucking Angel's tight cunt.
Hyuck66: fuck
Hyuck66: can I please cum??
Hyuck66: can i use a toy..
AngelMilf00: what kind of toy?
Hyuck66: its a... artifical vagina..
AngelMilf00: what a desperate little bitch. I bet you even made holes in your wall just for that small cock to get action.
Hyuck66: i don't deserve you but can i please use it???
AngelMilf00: God you're the biggest loser ever. Hands not enough for you?
AngelMilf00: how long have you been using it for?
Hyuck66: it's not enough. I'm such a loser it only feels good when I'm inside a hole..
Hyuck66: i wish I could fuck your hole mistress
Hyuck66: I got it a few years ago... I don't use it much now but I'm so fucking horny I need to fuck a cunt badly
Hyuck66: Please mistress 🥺
AngelMilf00: Take a video of yourself fucking into it and send it straight to me
Hyuck66: thank u so much Mistress
Fuckkk.. he bite down his lip, enough to cause a bleed. The humiliation of his old little secrets just makes him grow harder. Impossible for him to even finish himself off with stroking. It's not enough, sweat running down his worn out state. He needs a cunt, a cunt to fuck all the way in and burst his load.
He places his phone at the perfect angle, making sure his lower body parts are all shown.
Haechan rushes up with his sensitive cock, desperate for any kind of touch. He's had people to fuck all the time But for now he has no one, having to improvise.
Getting up towards his drawer, managing to find a toy he's kept well hidden. A time were he was so desperate (down bad) he ordered an artificial vagina just to feel his cock in something tight, sucking him all the way in. What a fucking loser.
He hits the button Record and begins.
He puts it in place. Fingers wetting itself in his saliva before he shoves them inside the artifical pussy. Precum already fell below, making it extra wet for access. Bringing hips forward, pushing his hands on the toy when he makes an entry.
"Fuck mistress..." he gasps while his remaining inches push through. He feels like he's in heaven right now, being allowed to feel pleasure after being restricted. Although not being Angel itself, his thoughts can't contain themselves, betting this is how good being inside Angel would feel like.
"Your cunt feels so good... ah..." Closing his eyes as he sways his hips forward, this time increasing his speed. He grunts hard, cock twitching wishing it was Angel.
He whines ever so loudly, his balls are hurting as they smack against the toy. Over extering his power by leaning ahead further, trying to fuck himself quickly as he aches.
"You're so nice to me Mistress," he grunts, speeding his pace like he's fighting for his life. Body covered in full sweat. "Letting me fuck a hole with my useless cock," continuing fucking into the hole savagely.
He's so fucking desperate to cum, his body is bolting into a shock. Cries are coming out of his mouth unable to control himself any longer. He's so ready to burst his load.
"Fuck," he cries out loud biting his lower lip. God he sounds heavenly even when he cries. You can only imagine how beautiful he looks with tears.
"Mmh, c-cumming, c-cumming Mistress..." he bit so hard into the pillow ahead of him, twitching all over once he released his hot cum. Even after he let out his cum inside the toy, he still pushes his cock inside of it. Not being able to get enough of the feeling. Forrcing his cum to stay put as he imagines watching it inside of his Mistress's pretty cunt.
Hyuck66: *sent a video*
Hyuck66: god, that was the best release I've ever had
Hyuck66: my cock still hurts
Hyuck66: i wish it was your cunt instead
Hyuck66: I've never had someone do this to me.. i really liked it Angel
AngelMilf00: I'm glad I got that side out of you baby boy
AngelMilf00: you did so well for me
Haechan felt so exhausted, after having to use his all energy just to release. He never thought feeling humiliation would feel this good. And boy did he love the praise afterwards, grinning hard at the message sent by Angel. Hes so happy she's pleased.
Hyuck66: thanks angel
Hyuck66: i gotta go now
Hyuck66: hopefully we'd speak soon
That was the last message he sent. Weared out by the activity, rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower.
----------------------------------------------------
Holding your grocery bags all at once was probably not the smartest thing to do, causing struggle as you lost grip of them. Great, you thought.
Just as you're trying to grab a hold on a few bags, you see unfamiliar footsteps approaching right towards your direction.
"Need help?" A sweet voice was raised, causing you to lift your head up. It didn't help that the scorching sun was out today, hitting your eyes having to squint at who was in front.
A tall man came in to your peripheral. Legs for days, wearing mid length shorts exposing his thickly thighs. Eyes scanning towards his upper body, straight to his face. His face was illuminating beneath the sun, accentuating his beautiful features. He was a very handsome guy, you thought.
"Sorry, Yes I'd be glad if you could help," You laughed, shaking off your thoughts feeling ever so awkward. Which idiot even picks up this many bags at once? You sighed.
Just as he leaned down, his gaze almost met with yours. You don't know why you felt awkward, eyes looking at everything except him. Feeling shy out of nowhere. Continuing to pick up the remaining bags, until he his hand stopped you.
"It's fine I can hold them for you," bringing his hands forward to take the bags away from you, "I have muscles for a reason," He joked.
You didn't even realise your eyes lingering on his arms as he grabbed most of the groceries. He certainly looks like he goes gym often, you ponder. You managed to break your thoughts and walked over, finding the keys in your purse to open the front door.
You opened your door as you walked inside your home, the boy behind with all of your groceries.
"You can put them on the counter," you spoke out, watching him carry all your groceries putting them directly on it.
"By the way, what's your name?" You questioned.
"I'm Haechan," the cute boy spoke.
"Well thanks Haechan for helping me pick these up." Returning a warm smile.
"My pleasure, a beautiful woman like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things," Flirting right at you.
Beautiful.
It's been days since you've thought of gifting Mrs Lee sonething.
You've been in your kitchen preparing some brownies to offer Mrs Lee for being so sweet and welcoming since you moved in. A kind gesture from your side to return back.
Finally managing to finish them, putting them inside a container. You grabbed hold of it and started walking out of your house straight to Mrs Lee's home.
You reached her porch and knocked on her door a few times, waiting patiently. Figuring she wasn't home since no one opened the door, you decided to walk back, until a door opened.
Haechan smiled widely at the sight ahead, "Well hello there," Leaning on to his door with his messy bed hair, looking attractive as ever.
"Hey," you spoke until you realised who's at the door, "H-Haechan?" You had no idea Haechan was living right next door to your house, neither do you have a recollection of him saying he's Mrs Lee's son. It felt weird but yet a part of you liked to see him once again.
"Ah you're probably surprised, I actually live here," Hand brushing over his soft hair, realising he forgot to mention how he lives right next door to you. "But I'm happy to see your pretty self again," He flirts, leaning against his door with his arms crossed, watching you with a sly smirk.
Feeling flustered hearing him complimenting you once again, fuck. You look down and remember the reason you came here for.
"Actually I wanted to bring these," handing over the container to him, "For Mrs Lee and you." Although they were initially for Mrs Lee, however that's changed now.
"Mrs Lee has been very sweet so I thought i would return her a gesture," you smiled. Handing the box of brownies you made.
Haechan got his hands forward as he reaches for the container, "Oh thanks, made these yourself?"
"Yeah," you replied.
"Then I'm definitely having a taste," licking his lips as he tilt his head to the side, eyes shooting up to you, "Wanna come in?"
You didn't expect Haechan to invite you inside although you knew Mrs Lee, you haven't ever visited inside. It's okay you thought, it's just your neighbour right?
"Uh.. o-okay then," you smiled as you walked in to the house.
"You have a really nice house by the way," you say, as your eyes travel to every part of the home. It was well maintained and clean, hearing some background tv noise playing on inside. You kept strolling around the place.
Your eyes perk up to a portrait of Haechan and his mom. You see where the looks come from, he's undeniably beautiful. You shift your eyes back to him, "Is it just you two in your family?" You asked hesitantly, maybe it wasn't your business but you felt curious to know more.
Haechan walks by your side as you stand there, eyes glued on the image ahead. "Yeah it's just me and my mom," He adds, "It's cool though, I have a lot of cousins and friends living near me, so I don't feel anything less."
You didn't want to further ask any questions since it's not really your business. But having Mrs Lee as his mother, she seems to play both roles fairly well. It must be nice to have people around you, you thought.
"Why did you move here?" Haechan asked, curiousity of what a person like you are doing here. You don't seem to have anyone you live with or any family. He wonders.
Breaking out of thought, you responded, "For a fresh start I guess." You chuckled slightly.
"Bad relationship?" He questioned, surprising you how he guessed that immediately.
"Yeah, my ex wasn't the best after all. Cheated on me with some younger girl," you spat. Haechan's eyebrows raised in quickness at the allegation. Its surprising to him, you're drop dead gorgeous. Clearly that man must have been on some form of crack.
"Ouch," trying to sympathise. "That must have hurt."
"Mm," you breathed out. Not really wanting to get in to the details of how it truly made you feel. You're way over that stage of life now.
Having no idea that Haechan's eyes were glued on to you throughout the whole conversation.
"It must be lonely for you not having someone around," Sounding like he wishes he could change that for you.
You shrugged, "it can be sometimes but I'm okay with it."
"It's a shame," he cooed. Almost like he's making fun of your phlight which made you furrow your brows.
"And why is that?" You spoke, well yes it was a shame what happened but you cant change the past. Frankly you give no shit about what happened.
He looks straight ahead as you both stand, "Whoever that guy is was a fool. Real men now better." Its hilarious how someone like Haechan says these things, he's a young guy after all. What does he know?
Your face turns to the side where he stands straight, eyes fixated on him as you speak, "Know what?" You don't know why you even thought its wise to ask that from someone like him. Maybe you wanted a start, a start of something...
He tilts his head as he looks straight at your curious state, gaze almost turning darkly, leaning in as his finger pushed back the hair fell across your face, tucking it behind your ear gently. "That woman like you deserve to be fucked, fed and bred."
You froze. Hands tugging onto your clothes hearing the lewd words coming from Haechan's mouth. Mouth slightly opening feeling like the air has been pulled out of you. It was dangerous to ask him such a thing, what did you expect from a overly flirtatious young guy?
You'd be lying if you didn't get some thoughts, imagining how it'll be like to get bred... fucked... No! No! This is wrong. He's Mrs Lee's son. How on earth would she react knowing you think of her son in such ways. But you can't fight the tension that's been lingering since the very first meeting. He's youthful, handsome and so cocky.
You swallow hard before you could even speak, even his touch is driving you insane. "I... I h-have a delivery coming soon.. I should leave now," Trying to think of mere excuses just so you can get out of this situation. The longer you remain here the more your thighs squeeze harder, hoping Haechan doesn't notice what is bundling beneath.
Haechan smiled, "Of course. It was nice speaking to you. I hope to see you soon."
You hate how normal he acts while you become a whole mess infront of him.
Running isn't your forte but god, did you run for your life right there. Finally entering your house as you slammed your door, your back pressed against the cold. What the hell was that? Unable to even make sense of what just actually occurred. Did he just imply that towards you?
Closing your eyes shut as you bite down your lip, wondering how he would fuck. The type that pounds you straight to your next life. Absolutely relentless. You bet he knows exactly what a woman wants. Has he fucked a lot of girls? Has he been with someone older? The way he carries himself shows a sense of pride of knowing everything, such a cocky shit.
Can he handle you? Does he know the very nice neighbour of his holds a quiet secret? The secret how your the complete opposite of you show yourself to be. No one knows why you moved away, except Haechan now. But what he doesn't know is how you dealt with the cheating. Extremely hurt and questioning your self worth. Feeling like you was never good enough.
That was until you came across a part time role doing some online chatting on some sex app. All you had to do was talk and send pictures to a bunch of men online, young or old and fulfill their fantasies on some site.
It helped tremendously, boosting your confidence and feeling extremely desired. You felt wanted and sexy for once. Even met up with a couple who you explored yourself with, discovering a side of yourself you never even knew existed.
You walked over your room, going through your draw picking up one of your favourite vibrators. Maybe you can't fuck Haechan, but you can fuck yourself over his thoughts right?
That's when you got rid of each clothing and threw them on the floor. Spreading your legs only to find a strong aroma hitting your nose, your dripping so fucking badly.
Pressing the level to the highest setting, holding it closely to your clit as it vibrates all around it. Wandering how Haechan would eat your cunt, swirl that tongue of his he always let's out while he licks his lips. The type who forces his face inside your thighs and suffocates. He keeps begging for more, wanting to savour every fluid that comes out of your body..
"O-omg... H-Haechan...." hands touching your entire body wishing it was his, this time it didn't take long to cum. Already being a complete mess.
Your gasping for air, riding out the extreme orgasm thay jolts over your body. Legs trembling as the feeling is washing all over you.
----------------------------------------------------
This aint enough for you having to constantly fuck yourself over him. Its been days. You think maybe finding someone and just fucking the tension with them will solve this lingering issue, right?
You managed to scoop a date online from one of your dating apps, you was always a regular on it until you felt bored. You just need a good fuck that is all, expecting nothing else. That's when you came across Joshua. A well spoken guy who is extremely attractive and has a great personality.
He instantly wanted to see you once you both spoke away, meshing really well together. You gave him the time and address to pick you up, as he really wanted to take you out for a date. And why not? After all it's a great distraction from Haechan, fucking on another dick.
He wanted to see you later in the evening time, leaving you only a few hours to get ready. You showered and dried up, applying your lotion around your entire body. Even massaging your breasts whilst your at it, getting them plumped up. Once your done, you start looking through your closet until your eyes fell on a dress. Opting for a tight hugging dress, emphasising on to your beautiful curves.
You kept looking directly at the mirror, in awe how godly you looked right now. Waist snatched, dress complimenting each body part. Getting just in time ready, quickly applying your favourite perfume all over yourself. Applying lipstick just before you leave the house. You knew you looked good tonight.
Joshua parked outside your house, sending a message of his arrival. Your face lit up once you saw the text and begun to walk over your door. Finally. A part of you was nervous, what if Haechan was outside? What would he think? But you brushed those anxious thoughts off.
You walked out of your porch, until you heard someone call you. Please don't be Haechan...
"____ you look beautiful!" Mrs Lee spoke, eyes gazing your entire body before looking back up, "what's the occasion? A date?" She raised a brow.
You let out a slight giggle, thanking God it was someone else who called. "Thank you Mrs Lee. Yes, I'm going on a date."
"Oh he's going to be mesmerised once he lays his eyes on you, I hope you enjoy your date."
"Thank you," you smiled politely. If only she knew the reason why you're going on this so called date is to fuck your frustration over her son.
---------------------------------------------------
You arrived home not long ago. You had a great time over all, Joshua took you out for a nice meal which he paid for then you both had some car sex. He was a great fuck, you loved every second of it. However, you still feel this ache between your legs. Your mind yet again going back on to the flirty young neighbour of yours.
Wondering if it was Haechan fucking you instead... Nope. Not again. Head already hurting just be the thoughts of it. It'll probably never happen, or is it you just don't want it to happen?
That was until you hear your door bell ring. Who the hell would it be during this time? Walking up until you opened the door, eyes widening in surprise to see who is standing at the door, Haechan. The same person you've been wanting to avoid the whole time coming at the possible worse timing ever. It's like he just read your thoughts, feeling completely suffocated in his presence.
"Woah... you look gorgeous."
The first thing he uttered, only to cause your cheeks to fluster at the said compliment. It happened every time, whenever you came across Haechan he always managed to make your cheeks flared, hotness emitting from it. But he always had something to say and like usual he complimented. Not thinking to highly of it.
"That dress hugs your figure really well. I like it on you." His eyes linger down longer, Another compliment yet again. You had to make sure he was alone, you looked over him to see if there's a sign of anyone else there but it was full of silence.
"Thanks Haechan," you shyly responded being infront of his dark gaze. Before you could say anything else he spoke up.
"Can i come in? I wanted to talk to you."
"Sure," you said, walking letting enter as you close the door from behind. You walk towards him in the living room as he stands.
''So what did you want to speak about?"
"How was your date?" He shooted right away, curiosity in his mind. How did he even know?
"How did you know I went on a date?"
"Ah, my mom mentioned it earlier, said you looked stunning, which I don't doubt," Licking his lips as he gazes down your body.
"Ah it was fine..." you spoke as you looked down. You didn't want him to be here right now. Feeling the ache between your legs hitting you more. As much as you wanted him, you know how to separate your job between real life, which is why you always tried to avoid him whenever you came across. Which is why you fucked Joshua 2 hours ago.
"Your date got really lucky", if you was mine this entire outfit would be ripped off as soon as I laid eyes on you." Somehow he boldness coming from his words like never before. Was he drunk or something?
"Haechan, stop. This is really inappropriate of you." You snapped back.
"Oh fuck sakes. He sighed annoyed. You should know by now what I think of you. The filthy thoughts i have of you in my mind..."
"I think you should leave."
"I don't think you want me too," He smirks walking over to you. Your mind puzzled with thoughts, not realising your going down towards the kitchen counter as you hit behind it. His hand one the cold surface locking you in. "Think I haven't catched you staring at me all the time?"
He leaned in so close to your ears, with a small whisper, "Think I didn't notice the way you squeezed your thighs together that day _____?
"Nonsense," you spit.
"What's nonsense is how bad you want me to the point you had to go on a date with another guy just to fuck. Bet you thought of me when he fucked you huh, wishing it was me. Even playing with that wet cunt of yours, I know you think of me too..."
"S-stop..." you plead. Shutting your eyes to avoid eye contact. Feeling like he'd see you falter and the act of how you truly feel will come out.
"Why stop when it's only right? When we both want this? When it feels so good..." whispering into your ears
He was right. Suprised to hear the truth behind his words. You've been gawking at him ever since, lewd thoughts consuming your mind throughout the day. Fingering yourself for nights.
His knee comes between your legs as he spreads them open, watching how you slowly grind over them desperately, "You love this."
"What do you want Haechan?" Looking straight ahead watching how he leans in even closer to proxmity.
"You know what I want," the boy utters a whisper besides your neck leaving a cold sensation, causing a shock to your body that you aren't used to.
"But I can't.." you desperately sigh. Closing your eyes wide shut. The placement of his lips felt so good yet you just couldn't, it was wrong. What would happen if his sweet mom found out?
"You didn't say that during our conversations, AngelMilf00..." he snickered, feeling a smile above your skin he laid his lips on.
"W-what....." you barely managed to utter out being in a state of confusion, eyes opening wide at the shocking statement. A million questions surrounding your mind. Puzzled by his words. How does Haechan know your AngelMilf00? Who told him? How did he know you use that website? How did he find out?
"H-how do you k-know about that...?" You asked nervously, still in utter shock.
"So... wait, you're... Hyuck..."
"66," he finishes.
"Believe me I was shocked myself too. I thought i was being delusional but you have the exact same birth mark on your chest," He points his finger directly on to it. God even his touch fucking feels electrifying.
"I remembered seeing you before and I noticed that mark. But for some reason I couldn't shake it off, the more I saw the picture you sent me, the more I was convinced it's you."
"Mistress.."
Hearing him call you that sent a shock to your body, your cunt barely surviving as its heart beat increases. Fuck. His sweet voice calling you, the times when he was being such an obedient boy. It was him all along.
You gulped hard as you heard him talk. How something so small can expose everything. It's quite ridiculous to even say that allegation, but it was right in your case. It was you after all.
"So thanks to your beautiful birth mark on my favourite set of tits", Eyes flicking down with his fingers wandering down to your breasts, I just knew right away. So tell me sweetheart, Am I right?"
You never would have guessed Haechan would be one of the people you speak with. Still shocked, how that very person you had admired lived right close to you. All them nights of speaking, fucking on your fingers in thoughts of him, wanting him to put you in your place as much as you wanted to do him. And here he is, the man himself.
"F-fuck.." you slowly muttered, breath getting hitched up before speaking up, "Y-you're right Haechan."
Haechan chuckled, doing that hot habit of his when brushing his fingers in his hair, grinning so hard."I can't stop thinking about you, how good you'd take up all my cock inside your cunt. But I can't stop thinking how much ur dripping underneath this pretty dress."
"Who said I'm dripping?" You retorted, with a half grin across. The lies told by you is ridiculous. Knowing damn well your wetter than ever at this very point yet the brat in you wants to not admit it.
Haechan extends his hand on your thighs before his fingers swirl up towards your heat, causing you to bite your lips. "So if I just put my hand under your needy cunt you're telling me you won't be dripping of wetness?"
He's not stupid. He knows how his touch drives you insane just by seeing your reaction, leaving a small whimper.
Ever since he's entered in your home, He can't help but think what flimsy material that dress is. Easily ripping apart. Leaving nothing to his imagination, hugging your curves so tightly.
You grab hold of his hand tightly, stopping him from entering inside, "I guess I should teach you other ways to find out, don't you think baby?"
And here comes the side of yourself which Haechan always wanted to experience, for once finding someone who counterparts and puts him right in his place, happily.
"Then teach me," Haechans voice drops lower, face pushing down towards your heaving chest as he looks up,"Teach me how to make you feel good mistress..."
"Sit." You demanded.
All Haechan has ever acted was being cocky for his own good. You know what will put him in his place right now.
He kneels down as he gazes up, eyes turning from dark to soft in an instant, like a stupid little puppy waiting for his treat.
"You got quite a mouth on you, you know that?"
"But I-.."
"Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to speak?"
Pulling your dress all the way up only for Haechan to see you have absoutely nothing on underneath. Your bare cunt is just dripping with slick, throbbing for touch. Spreading your thighs wide enough, pulling his face closer to nozzle in between your thighs.
Shivering from whats happening, he squeezes his own thighs in pleasure. His cock hurts so so bad. But he wants to please his mistress.
His lips launch around the folds, slight hair which prickles his face. You love the feel of his fat pink lips going all across.
You grab on to his soft hair only to pull it vigorously, an indication for Haechan to keep going. He can't even pause for any second to let out a breath. You want to cum. It's a need, a necesscity.
Grinding all over his gorgeous slick filled face, you slightly squat your thighs on to his cute nose as it hits the clit. Wanting him to feel suffocation, the only way to serve you is being close to giving up entirely. His hands tighten against your thighs, red marks arise having his fingers firmly pressed into your skin. A sign of struggles, you can hear his groans. His face being filled of your cum and his own tears, looking the most beautiful ever.
Thighs burning so badly, moving away from his nose, you move your hips all his mouth. The gush of his own saliva splattered all over. He fucking loves eating pussy, he just wants to take you all in, being all kinds of nasty with you.
"Look so pretty with a cunt on your face, Keep going and you might get a treat," You praised, moving your fingers on his around his cheek looking down at the desperate little bitch who would do anything to please his mistress.
Haechan loves hearing praise, knowing he is doing such a good job. It further excites him by becoming aggressive with his sucking, his tongue spreading over your folds before he shoves them deeply inside your cunt. Making you tremble as the pleasure begins to overflow your entire body.
"K-keep going," you breath out with a moan, mouth opening wider each time he swirls his tongue around, inserting it in and out. You knew your approaching your end very soon as your body continues to shake tremendously, legs aching not being able to remain stable.
You have your hand on the kitchen counter for support, spreading your legs further just to feel his desperate tongue slurping all the way down to your ass. Running your own hands to your breasts, you tightly squeeze and pinch your nipples. Knowing how much he admires your breasts you put on a little show for him, as hes not being allowed to touch.
He growls loudly inside of you, veins popping out from his neck ready to burst. He continues to get aggravated. He hates how he can't even put his hand above and fondle your beautiful breasts. Suffering just by watching, cock hardening at each second. You know the look he has in his eyes, he's at his breaking point. You love it.
"Shit, I'm going to squirt.." you shivered as you spoke. You stop moving but Haechan pulls you closer beneath you, his eyes begging for more. He's not done yet, he wants to ride you out completely.
"N-need to be good, I want to consume it all, I wanna be your good boy-, he sniffles in between with cum filled around his features. His eyes almost puppy like, watering with your slick mixed with tears. He looks so cute like this.
"P-please Mistress," he begged so obediently.
"O-open your mouth baby," Releasing once his mouth is entirely open, flushing down the liquid that exerts out from you. Looking below and watching how he doesn't miss a single drop. He enjoyed it so much, still slurping your hole because he loves to give pleasure.
You bring him up and immediately kiss him. Feeling the taste of your own self on his lips. "Fuck me Haechan," you murmured against his lips hard, bodies colliding roughly.
You love teaching him a lesson, he's always been cockier than ever and deserves to be put in to place. However, you know how great he'd be fucking you, mouthing full of disgusting things. You love to be dominated.
"Gladly," he excitedly states. He knows he won't be able to last long at all and needs to feel being inside of you. Removing his belt, taking his pants half way down, he flips you around against the counter.
He slaps your swollen cunt hard then soothes it with his mouth as he kissed, "Fucking love this cunt," he groans, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth.
He strokes his cock once before pushes it through your abused cunt. You can feel the way all his inches pushed through, his cock felt so good inside you. This is what you've always wanted to feel, Haechan's cock sliding through.
"Mm.. your cunt is much tighter than I thought." he growled. Eyes rolling back feeling your warm cunt. Increasing his pace once he settled in. He sinks lower and lower with his hands over your waist, making you feel all his inches.
"You feel so big in me," you moaned. His cock was a fairly decent size with thick grith. He felt perfect, strecthing out all yours walls already. Like he's made for it.
He delivers small licks over your spine, causing a shiver over your entire body. "Yeah? Giving you deeper strokes, Thought I had a small cock, huh?"
His hands grab on to your breasts, squeezing them before he flicks with his fingers.
Your eyes rolling back, Haechan is thrusting aggressively. You know he felt some way about it but really you just was playing.
"Mmm.." you wince out.
"Those grown men know nothing. You're just a slut in heat. Begging to get fucked," mercilessly fucking you with his other hand finding its way to your clit. Speeding roughly as his hand moves around the clit.
"Your c-cock feels so good..."
Haechan chuckles, "Oh I know it does. That guy definitely didn't fuck you right, needy cunt of yours keeps begging for my cock," Smacking your ass with a loud thud, groaning as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing you on to the cold surface.
Haechan squeezes your throat, balls smacking behind your ass as he begins to feel like he's coming. Fucking you straight animalistic.
"Only i can fuck you this good," ramming his cock faster as one hand is on your throat, tightening as he increases his pace. You can hear his gorgeous loud groans, his drool coating your back as it slips behind you.
"Wanna know something? Getting slower in his pace after the build up, making you wince. "I've been fucking others but I don't even cum in them. Wanna know why?"
"W-why Haechan...." you muffled out
He picks his pace back up, going ballistic with his balls hitting behind, hand grabbing your throat pressing on it roughly, making you suffocate and harder to breathe.
"Because you own my cum. It belongs to only you."
"C-cumming.... oh.... fuckk..." you cried. Your whole body shaking, legs trembling from the orgasmn that just occurred. Rolling your eyes back and loudly moaning, you creamed all over his cock. The feel of his hot cum shooting all over your cunt and owning it was the best thing you ever experienced.
He keeps thrusting his cock inside your wet cum filled cunt, making sure your inside sucks it all in. Swallowing it down.
"Shit.. your cunt felt so good I couldn't help but fucking bust," he looks in awe at how much your dripping.
You loved it. Finally fucking Haechan and getting rid of the frustration building between you both.
You both cleaned up in the shower together, then he left soon after.
Already you're feeling ache down below. But at least now you can call him over and fuck how ever much you wanted.
Texting Jaemin:
Haechan [12.30am] yo u won't believe who i just fucked...
Half an hour after
Angel [1.00am] meet me tommrow
Angel [1.01am] miss your cock
Well that article was true after all.
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