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#yeah... just wanna corrupt a dom
qualifiedcutie · 2 years
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Oh you're a little bit into hypnokink? How disgusting. Let me make it worse <3
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arminsumi · 6 months
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. . . 彡 🗑️ trash draft: gojo's dirty talk dialogue
🔞 minors scroll for your life pls don't read / n.sfw / smut / 18+ content
NOTE: oh my god idk what feral state i was in when i wrote this but enjoyyy👍
WARNINGS — fem reader, namecalling (slvt, good girl, baby, freak), dom / kinda mean gojo, teasing n he laughs at u, dirty talk, corruption kink if u squint, light daddy kink, unprotected sex
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" Aw, look at you spreading those fucking legs so easily for me. Needy little slut. You want it? Nah, I think you gotta work for it today, sweetheart. Use that voice. Hm? What was that? Talk louder — louder, baby, use your words. Mmm? Yeah you want me to do what now? Ruin you? Haha, I can't believe you're into that, fucking freak. M'kay, stay right there 'n don't fuckin' move. Let daddy ruin you. You know you've been a bad girl, mmm yeah you have — ahaha, don't lie to me. I can see right through you. Oh my god, you're so wet — shit that's fucking cute, look at that pretty pussy gushing for me. Fuckin' look at it. Hey, watch me put it in. Keep those eyes on me. Ah-ah — I said eyes — on — me. Good girlll, g-good little slut. Oh fuuuck that's — ahhh yeah that's g-good — that's really fuckin' good. Take me, baby, take all of it. F—uck you're gonna milk me dry, huh? Yeah? Gonna milk this dick dry? Aw, don't hide your face. I wanna see all those naughty expressions on your face. Don't worry, it's okay to be a dirty girl — mmm that's the spot you like, isn't it? This spot right here? Ooo, you're creaming already? Am I that good at fuckin' you? Hehe. Come on, I'm just teasing — I love your reactions. Uh-huh. Is that so? Why don't you put your money where your mouth is, hm sweetheart? Let's see how many rounds you can last with me, baby. Haha, yeah right. No fucking way you're gonna last. 'M gonna ruin that pussy, you just lay there and take it like a good girl for me, m'kay? Good. That's what I like to hear. Good obedient lil' slut, I love it. Gonna show you what happens when you get too cocky in my bed."
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finsplurtz · 2 months
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Dude idk how to explain it but there’s smth about ur fics i love….if ur taking requests can u do one for yuuji? Hes kinda dumb and he was basically a jock before he got into jujutsu tech so one with some corruption kink?
— thankuu I’m glad u enjoy my writings, I try my best. Hope you enjoy this one too<3
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dumb slut — yuuji.itadori
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— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Yuuji Itadori
— contents : dumb yuuji (I love him) , corruption kink , virgin yuuji , is called a slut like once , overstim , creampie….if u rlly think abt it , passing out nd yeah.. mb if i got smth wrong
warnings : virginity loss erm think not much of a warning… blud is aged up btw
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✩°。 ⋆⸜ 🎧✮
You stared down at the pink haired guy with a confused look. … did he seriously not get the hint..?
You’ve been flirting and sending hints that you wanna sleep with him. At some point you almost gave up and thought maybe he was playing stupid to not hurt your feelings or something, but no he’s really clueless.
Something about that made you feel excited.
Yuji was popular, he’s surrounded by girls, you were 100% sure he knew about the wonders of sex.
“Uh.. you know what, we should hang out after school. My house. Just us two” you smile knowing he couldn’t turn you down.
There wasn’t any special occasion, you just wanted to hang out like friends and down a couple drinks. That’s what he thought at least.
For most of the afternoon you guys were laughing and talking about anything and everything, Yuji’s a lightweight so the littlest alcohol already had him fucked up.
“Ahh…Yuji tell me, any girls you’ve been with?” You ask taking a swig of the alcoholic drink.
“Hmm…. I’ve had like 3 or 4 girlfriends.. you?” You let out a small chuckle.
“I’ve had some yeah, I mean girls you’ve slept with..” you tilt your head looking into his eyes, god was he cute..
“Uhm……no I’ve never..” he flushed looking off to the side. You got closer and placed you’re hand over his thigh.
“It’s okay..I don’t judge….but god does it feel good” you glance at his lips and he stutters trying to move away.
“Y-yeah..? I mean y..yeah I’ve heard..”
“I can show you, yuuji..” you get closer and closer to his lip, he closes his eyes tightly and you quickly stuff your tongue in his hot mouth.
He tightly grabs onto your shirt, his tongue so stiff it kinda makes you laugh.
You quickly dig your hands into his pants and roughly stroke his dick making him moan in your mouth.
“Augn-! Mmphh…~” He tries to pull your hand off but it feel so good, he can’t bring himself to pry you off, instead his hips subconsciously start thrusting into your hand.
“..like it..?” You pull away looking into his glossy eyes, he shakes his head no and tries squirming away.
“Mm…I know you like it..feels good doesn’t it..~? I can show you something that’ll feel even better…” he looks at you with wide eyes and a red face.
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“OHH FUCK- ACK—“ Yuuji scratched his stained bedsheets as you pounded into his used up hole. His lips were red and slightly busted from how much he was biting them, he felt sticky and sweaty but he was addicted.
“D..did you cum again..?” You said, panting like a dog. You had felt him tighten around you causing you to groan and dig your fingers into his plush skin.
“Ugh….aren’t you..tired..?” He turned around and he almost had hearts in his eyes. He smirked as best as he could and moved himself on your cock letting out more whorish moans.
“Holy shit..? Have I turned you into a complete slut for dick??” You laugh and wrap your hand around his throat bringing his back up against your chest.
“S..so full..! Nngh….HA—“ He screamed feeling you harshly thrust in him again, cum being pushed out of his gaping hole.
“T-TOO MUCH S..STOP Y-YN~!!” He saw sparks as he came one more time at the feeling of your hot cum pumping him again, his thighs trembled and he fell forward, completely passing out.
You watched your seed peek out of his hole making you twitch.
You ended up passing out next to him for the whole day. In the morning you woke up to your cock being slowly stroked..
You slowly open your eyes to find Yuuji straddling you and aligning your tip to his wet entrance.
“Just…one more time..”
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a/n; did i slack off? a little yeah…..
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Bambi
Eddie thinks he’ll be the one to corrupt her, little does he know she’s already kinkier and more depraved than his wildest dreams.
Eddie x Bambi Masterlist
Minors DNI
I keep getting carried away with these, this is over 7000 words! I tried to balance fluffy, sweet and goofy with filthy, smutty and kinky, hopefully I pulled off the combo and it’s not too cringy lol.
@hard-candy-writing​ is to blame for this one, she put the idea in my head with this post and I just ran with it. It’s maybe not quite exactly the same as that post, but still in the same spirit. Also, check out her fics too they’re brilliant!
Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Fluff, Mutual Masturbation, Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Sex Toys, Bondage/Handcuffs, Mentions of Oral/Hints of Oral Fixation, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Bambi, Baby, Sweetheart, Princess), Collaring, Praise Kink, The Slightest Degredation/Name-calling (Slut), Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader
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You practically skip over to his table where he sits surrounded by the rest of the Hellfire Club. Eddie can’t imagine what you’d want with him as you approach him, all frills and ruffles, your hair tied into pigtails with little bows. You come to stand beside him bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands clasped together in front of you over your little, pleated snow-white skirt.
“Hi Eddie!” Your tone sweet as sugar, giving him a bright, dazzling smile.
“Uh… hi there, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” He asks, eyeing you quizzically.
“I was wondering if you’d wanna go out for milkshakes with me?” You ask shyly glancing down, toying with the charm bracelet around your wrist. What Eddie doesn’t realise though, is that your eyes end up glued to his little handcuff belt buckle as your mind races… wondering if he’d have an actual set of cuffs or if that was just part of his ‘style’.
He looks at you sceptically, “Me? You wanna go out… with me?” he points to his chest.
You look back up at him giggling, “Duh, silly that’s why I asked you.”
“Really? This isn’t some kind of joke or something?” His eyes narrow at you.
It breaks your heart to hear him say that, “Of course not, that would be horrible! I would never do that!” You insist, pouting at him.
“Alright. If you say so.” He shrugs, still can’t believe his ears.
“Ok, so I guess I’ll meet you by your van after school?”
“Yeah, sure.” He replies unconvinced.
“Ok, well bye guys! See you later Eddie!” You wave to the group before bouncing away.
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He spends the whole day thinking this had to be some sort of prank, there’s no way you’d actually be waiting for him. But lo and behold there you are leaning against the side of his van at the end of the day, he watches as you bend to peer in a sidemirror, reapplying your lip-gloss and smacking your lips.
As you stand back upright you catch sight of him, grinning and waving with your arm stretched up high, calling his name excitedly. He almost has to pinch himself, he can’t believe his eyes.
“So… milkshakes, was it?” He confirms as he approaches you.
“Yes, please.” You nod hopping into his van as he holds the door open for you.
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The pair of you sit in the diner in a booth opposite one another, he orders chocolate, you order strawberry. When your milkshakes arrive, topped with whipped cream and cherries, Eddie picks his cherry off placing it beside his glass on a napkin. 
You pluck the cherry off of yours popping it between your lips, humming in delight, “Mmmh, my favourite.” Then swiping a finger through the cream and sucking it off the tip. 
Eddie gapes at you, you can’t know what you’re doing right, there’s no way, but you barely notice his reaction. You eye his cherry greedily, “You gonna eat that?” You point to it.
Eddie chokes in response, “Nope… uh, all yours.”
“Thanks.” You reply swooping in to steal it off his napkin without hesitation.
He’d never tell you, but he’d actually been saving the cherry for last.
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He soon finds that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his little princess. All too quickly becoming your personal chauffeur anywhere you wanted to go. He’d even let you listen to all your girly pop music, just to see how happy it made you. Not that he’d ever even pretend to like it, but he tolerates it, for you.
Until one day when you suggest, “Hey, Eds. Why don’t we listen to some of your music for a change?”
And he leaps at the chance, scrambling to find one of his cassettes popping it in for you. He’s surprised to find you actually like it, as you nod along, tapping your foot to the beat.
“What’s this song, Eds?” You hum curiously.
“Oh, uh it’s called Rainbow in the Dark, it’s by Dio.”
“Oh, like on your back patch, right?” You ask eagerly.
His chest swells more than he thought possible, full of happiness, “Yep that’s right, sweetheart. Can’t believe you remember things like that.”
“Is this the sort of music your band plays?”
“Yeah, I guess kinda.” He shrugs.
“Maybe I could come see you guys play at that bar you guys perform at.” You suggest hopefully.
He shakes his head, “Oh, no, no, no sweetheart The Hideout isn’t the type of place for you and plus it’s on a school night.”
You pout in response, going to protest, “But…”
Your protests die on your lips as he offers, “But you could come to band practice… if you wanted.”
“Really? That’s perfect, thanks Eds.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t think to invite you sooner. I guess I just thought you wouldn’t be into it.”
“Of course I’m into it. You’re my boyfriend, why wouldn’t I want to support you?”
He jerks in his seat, stuttering awkwardly, “I’m your… your boyfriend?”
Your stomach drops, was it too early, you’d only been on a handful of dates, this’d be your fourth, “Oh, uh yeah… unless… unless you don’t want to be…”
“No! I mean I do… want to be your boyfriend… want you to be my girlfriend … I just… it’s… never-mind. Yeah, I’m your boyfriend.” He settles back into the seat goofy grin plastered across his face.
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When you get to your destination, he leaps out trotting around the hood of the van to open your door for you as usual, offering you his hand to help you down. You giggle and take his hand, he shuts the door behind you and you lead him away from the van, his hand still clasped in yours.
An idea strikes him all of a sudden, tugging on your hand gently and spinning you to face him. He’s blurting out, stumbling over his words, “Uhhhh, hey sweetheart, I know it’s not really your style or whatever, but uh… I want… now you’re like officially my girlfriend I want to… to give you something. Show everyone you’re mine.”
He fishes around under the collar of his shirt as he speaks. You bite your lip, without even knowing it, he’s got you pegged right from the start. You wanna be his, let everyone know it, let him claim you.
He pulls out his guitar pick necklace and twists your hand so that it faces palm up. He drops the pick into your hand, slowly lowering the chain to coil up alongside it.
He looks into your eyes nervously, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck “You don’t have to wear it or anything if you don’t want. I can get you something better once I save a bit more money-”
You cut him off with a short kiss to his lips, before slipping the chain over your head, squealing, “No! Eddie, I love it! I’m going to wear it all the time!”
He stares down at your chest as his pick settles between your breasts, wrapped up as they are in your snug, little pink cardigan before gazing back up at you.
He breathes out a sigh of relief, she likes it, thank fucking Christ, he thinks to himself with a dopey grin. Floating back down to earth his grin fading slightly, but not disappearing, he clears his throat, “Alright, come on let’s go before we’re late for the movie.”
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He swaps positions with you now taking the lead, making sure he stands curb-side as he pulls you to walk alongside him. You tug on his arm and he pauses turning to you as you speak, “Wait… I wanna give you something too.”
You reach into your hair tugging on the end of a ribbon, you’d had wrapped around like a headband. It falls away and you bring his hand closer to you, looping it around his wrist beside the chain bracelet that’s already there and tying a bow.
He glances down, watching your nimble fingers working the soft, pink material. It stands out on his arm, a pop of colour amidst the darkness. He feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest, still can’t believe any of this is real.
He stares at his wrist for a beat, before you break him out of it, “Ok, now let’s go.”
“Yeah, sure thing Bambi.” He mumbles.
He’d started in with that nickname a little while ago, but you’re still not quite sure why. All the little nicknames he called you brought you so much joy. Every ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘princess’… you cherished them all.
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Despite being your boyfriend now, he’d never felt like more of a perv than when he’s around you. He wants to take it slow with you, not rush you into anything you’re not comfortable with. 
However, he finds he can’t contain himself, stealing your dirty panties, peeping on you in the shower, jerking off into your lotion imagining you rubbing it into your skin the next day.
When you offer up your shower to him one day with a, ‘…why don’t you just shower here, silly. I don’t mind’, he does the same with your body wash this time. He’s surrounded by you, your scent, absolutely falling to pieces.
The smell of you clings to him for the rest of the day, can’t resist twisting his hair in front of his face, smelling your shampoo grinning stupidly. He ends up jerking off about three more times that day.
He feels conflicted about it though, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like that, cute, innocent little y/n. There’s a part of him that wants to corrupt you, give in to all his devilishly, sinful thoughts, have his way with you. But it’s wrong, so wrong and the guilt eats him up.
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It takes a while before you convince him to let you visit him at his place, he’s never been embarrassed about where he lives per se but when he compares his trailer to your perfectly, picturesque white picket fence suburbia he feels he doesn’t quite measure up. You on the other hand couldn’t care less.
“Oh, look Eds! A puppy!” You squeal pointing at the dog behind the fence trotting off to get a closer look, dirtying your white trainers in the mud without even noticing.
You bend at the waist offering your hand for the dog to sniff before scratching at its head. Your skirt rides up and flutters with a gust of wind, Eddie catches sight of the black ink at the junction of your hip, eyes bulging out of his skull, almost choking on his own tongue, “You have a tattoo?!”
“Mhmm.” You hum distractedly, fully focused on the dog in front of you.
“Can… can I see it?”
“Oh, yeah sure.” You stand turning to face him.
You scan the street for any potential witnesses, seeing none, you flip your skirt up, the little, trussed up kitten on full display beside your little lilac and white polka dot panties. Eddie chokes out a gasp, barely getting a glimpse at it before he’s rushing over to you pulling your skirt back down to cover you, “Bambi, you can’t just do that in the middle of the street!” He shrieks in a pitchy voice.
“What, why not? There’s no one here.”  You protest, his hand grips your wrist and he’s dragging you into his trailer.
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As soon as he gets you inside, he rounds on you, answering, “Anyone could see you out there, you don’t know the kinda pervs that live here!”
“Awww, you one of those pervs Eds?” You giggle.
He splutters, “What? No! Why would you think that?”
“It’s ok, I’m only teasing.” You prod at his shoulder, “Hey, uh I wanted to ask… um, can I paint your nails?” You give him your very best puppy dog eyes.
He looks down at you quizzically, “Uh, why?”
“I think it’d look hot, especially with your rings. Don’t worry I got black, got it special just for you.”
“Oh, sweetheart that’s adorable, you got it just for me?”
You nod eagerly, “Uhh huh. What do you think? Can I?”
He smirks, “You really think it’d be ‘hot’?”
“Yeah, sooo hot Eds, you have no idea.”
“Ok then. Did you wanna do it now?” He concedes.
“Yes, please!” You bounce, unable to contain your excitement and he chuckles at you.
“Come on, let’s head into my room then.”
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He leads the way and you trail along behind him, he’d tidied up his room specially for you, hiding away a few choice items he thought you shouldn’t see. You don’t notice when he stiffens a little as he realises there’s something he missed. He spots a pair of your panties, stained with his cum poking out from under his bed he surges forward kicking them further under before doing an odd twirl spreading his arms and shouting a little louder than necessary, “Well, this is it!”
You grin at him, looking around the room you announce, “It’s great Eds, very you, I like it.”
Slipping your little powder blue backpack off your shoulders, setting it down on his bed and digging through it to pull out that bottle of black nail polish. You hold it up triumphantly before sitting on the edge of his bed, waving him over, “ You got some tissues or something around, don’t wanna ruin my skirt.”
“Yeah, just a sec.” He mumbles rushing off.
You take another glance around his room, giddy with excitement, you were in his room, on his bed.
He tumbles back in clutching a box of tissues, thrusting it into your arms, “Here ya go.”
You set the box down beside you, pulling a couple out and laying them over your thigh before looking up at him, “Sit please. On the floor, just there would be good.” You spread your legs a little giving him a space to slot into in front of you.
“Oh… uh… ok I guess.” He sinks to the floor on his knees.
“Thank you.” You grin at him sickly sweet. “Now I just need your hand.”
He nods offering you one and you grip it gently, bringing it to rest on your thigh over the tissue there. His fingers tremble slightly, breath catching in his throat as you let go of his hand leaving it there to open the nail polish. 
He’s suddenly hyperaware of his position between your legs, his hand on your thigh. His thoughts drift to the panties under his bed as a blush spreads over his cheeks, down his neck and his dick swells between his legs.
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You get to work painting his nails, tongue poking out between your teeth in concentration. When you finish one hand you bring it up to your lips, blowing over his fingers gently. His eyes dart between your glossy lips and your eyes, he has to fight back a moan.
“Next please! And careful with that hand it’s not going to be completely dry yet. Don’t want it to smudge.” You instruct him.
He nods mutely, painted hand dropping to rest on the bed beside you, you grab at the other and repeat the process.
“All done!” You hum smiling at him, “Now you gotta let them dry, you can blow on ‘em too. How about we put on one of your records and just relax for a bit?” You suggest.
He nods in agreement and you extricate yourself from your spot on the bed. Moving over to his record player that you’d spotted earlier, flipping through his collection and picking out one at random you set it up. Music fills the room, through the crackly speaker and you flop back onto his bed. He remains on the floor beside you.
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You lean back sighing contentedly staring up at the ceiling when a thought occurs to you, propping yourself up on one arm you turn to him, “Hey, Eds?”
“Hmmm?”
“Why do you call me ‘Bambi’ all the time?”
“Well, it’s cause you’re all cute and innocent.” He states matter-of-factly.
“But I’m not though.” You pout back at him.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“‘M not innocent, don’t know why everyone thinks I am.”
“But you are.” He insists.
“I’m not, you’ll see.” You protest.
He chuckles to himself, “Ok, sweetheart, if you say so.”
“You will see, next time we’re at my place. I promise.”
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He scrambles up the trellis outside your bedroom, hoisting himself onto the roof. Just as he pops his head around to peer into your window, hand raised to knock against the glass he sees you. Completely bare… scratch that, bare except for the frilly little panties tangled around your ankle and his guitar pick bouncing around between the swell of your breasts. 
His breath catches in his throat, did you forget that you had invited him over? He can finally get a good look at that tattoo on your thigh by your hip. A fluffy kitten, paws under its chin, all knotted up in baby pink rope, a shibari design, the tail end of the rope clasped in its mouth, golden bell hanging off of it, surrounded by berries and leaves. Cute and innocent but also so very filthy at the same time, his mouth waters at the sight.
You’re sitting atop your large stuffed white tiger, Mr Stripes as he recalls from when you’d spread out all your stuffies introducing them all to him by name, one by one. 
You’re thrusting away with abandon, grinding against the tigers back, clutching at the stuffed head in front of you, your head thrown back moaning wantonly. He can hear it even through the glass, then suddenly your eyes are drawn to the window and you spot him, crouched there staring at you slack jawed. 
You hop off the tiger eyes lighting up, your panties slip away onto the floor as you bounce over to the window calling out his name. Pushing it open you pull him in with a hand scrunched into the front of his shirt. 
He stumbles through the window and you drag him over to sit on the edge of your bed. He grabs for the nearest item to shove into his crotch, hiding his raging erection.
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“Wh-what’re you doing?” He gasps.
“Eddie don’t be silly, you know what I’m doing, I was just about to cum when you got here… can I… can I keep going?”
“Bambi, I don’t think I should… we shouldn’t…”
“Please, Eds wanna finish. I want you to watch.” You pout at him
“Fuck… I… ok, yeah you can finish.”
You squeal and kiss the tip of his nose, “Thank you. Now watch, ok… and you don’t need to hide behind Miss Flopsy ya know, I already know you’re hard.”
He glances down at his lap and realises he had in fact grabbed your fluffy, floppy eared bunny, slowly removing it and placing it to the side a little awkwardly.
You hop back on top of the stuffed tiger resuming the roll of your hips and bringing one hand up to tweak at your nipple as you look directly into his eyes. He balls his hands into fists at his knees, clenching and unclenching them, swallowing harshly his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.
You moan and whine grinding into the fuzz beneath you, when an idea springs to your mind, “Edddiieee… can you take your cock out for me, please? Wanna watch you touching yourself when I cum.”
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He splutters and chokes at your words, hesitating before he responds, despite everything in him screaming to do exactly what you just asked for, “Are you sure? Like really, really sure?”
You pout at him, “Yes Eds, I told you I’m not as innocent as everyone thinks I am, ok. Please I want this.”
“And you’re not just doing this to prove a point right? I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret.”
“No, Eddie please just let me watch you, let me give you a show.”
His hands fumble at his belt as he breaths out heavily, “Jesus Christ Bambi, where is all this coming from?”
“Hurry up Eds, need to see you, ‘m so close.”
He hurriedly pulls his cock free of its confines, his wet tip glistens and you gasp at the sight, “Yes Eddie, thank you.”
His hand glides up and down his length with ease, precum already bubbling up at the head adding to the slick shlucking sound that is produced as he fists his cock desperately, he’s almost embarrassed at how close he is already.
You moan encouragingly, “Such a pretty cock, look how pink it is… and shiny. Just wanna suck on it. Bet it’s sweet like a lolly, will you let me taste it?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m gonna cum… you gonna cum with me Bambi?”
“God yes! Eddiiieee…” You wail as your hips move to match his pace, the dam inside you breaking and giving way to your body wracking orgasm. Your head thrown back, eyes rolling into your skull, hands digging into the stuffed toy beneath you in a vicelike grip as you ride it out.
“Fuck, y/n.” He groans coating his fist in his release as it sprays all over the blush pink duvet on the bed. He falls back limply, eyes drooping, gasping as he tries to catch his breath.
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You pant, chest heaving, as you look at his messy hand still clasped around his cock. You slide off the stuffed toy inching closer to him, you grasp his wrist pulling his hand up to your face. His eyes snap open, looking at you curiously. You lick away his thick, white cream, your tongue laving over each digit, paying extra special attention to his ring-clad fingers. He lets out a guttural moan and you suck his pointer finger all the way into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.
He pulls his hand away, gasping “Stop, stop. What are you doing?”
His reaction stings, an awful feeling settling in your belly… you’d done it again, gone too far. Tears well up in your eyes, and you blubber, “S-s-sorry…”
The urge to comfort you overtakes all else and he’s scooping you into his lap, completely forgetting that you’re totally naked, that he’s still got his pants rolled down, cock out. He pulls you against his chest, you press your face into the crook of his neck, shoulders shaking as he rubs your back soothingly.
“Hey, no, no, don’t cry. I should have stopped it sooner. You were too far gone, I should have known better.”
All at once he becomes acutely aware of your wet, puffy folds on top of him, his dick swelling in response… Oh god, no not now, not like this, not when she’s so distraught and crying… fuck… that’s it, he’s done for, he thinks.
“No, I’m sorry… I-I…”You whimper.
“Bambi, talk to me. Tell me how I can make it better.”
“Wh-what…?” You look up at him blinking away tears, “You’re… you’re not mad at me? You don’t think I’m gross?”
“What?! Why on earth would I think that?”
You can’t hold back the weepy tirade, and he lets you blubber on, “W-well my… my last boyfriend he… he couldn’t handle the stuff I was into either… he called me a freak, said he never wanted to see me again… an-and I tried to take it slow, hold back with you.”
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You take a big, shaky breath before continuing, “Didn’t wanna scare you o-off too… cause I really, really like you Eds… b-but you’ve barely even tried to touch me li-like that and we’ve been dating for weeks now… I was going crazy, I just had to do something.”
He holds up a hand huffing angrily, “Hold up. First of all, what do you mean ‘scare me off’, who said I can’t handle this? That was hot as fuck. And second of all, who the fuck was that creep, there has got to be something seriously wrong with him… if he-he…”
You cut him off squeezing his shoulder, “Eddie, it’s ok, it’s fine forget about him. Please, tell me why you stopped me. Why do you think we should have stopped sooner?”
“Come on Bambi, why do you think? Look at you always so cute and innocent. I shouldn’t corrupt you like that… I shouldn’t be dragging you down with me like this… turning you into some pervert.”
“Eddie, enough with the ‘cute and innocent’ stuff… and I can feel that, by the way. The way your dick twitched when you talked about ‘corrupting’ me…” You grind down on him and he whimpers hanging his head in shame.
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be, this is what I wanted, ok. Wait. Wait here a minute let me show you what I really mean.” You slide out of his grip trotting off into your walk-in wardrobe.
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You emerge carrying what you had affectionately dubbed the treasure chest, a moderately sized wooden box that you’d covered in stickers. You’d been dying to do a little show and tell with him, just like you had with all your stuffies. Again, in the interest of not scaring him off you’d held off, but now seemed a good a time as any to really make your point.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“More toys.” You grin at him.
“I thought you showed me all your toys, told me all their names and everything.”
“Yeah, I did show you all those toys, but I didn’t tell you everything about them. Let’s start there, ok? So, you saw me riding Mr. Stripes. He’s one of the best for that, firm but soft and fuzzy. Perfectly shaped cushion to sit on, something to grab on to, it’s like he was made for it.”
“Fuck, yeah saw the way you were bucking against him.” You notice his hand twitching, making slight moves towards his fat dick resting between his thighs.
You nod towards his crotch, “You can keep touching yourself if you want.”
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“God, sweetheart I don’t know if I can take much more of this. My poor little heart might just give out. How did you keep all of this hidden away for so long?”
“Told ya didn’t wanna scare you off, I care about you too much Eds. Anyway, Mr. Stripes was my favourite stuffie for a long time, but then you gave me my little Eddie Bear.”
He gasps, hand drifting towards his cock gripping it lazily, “Yeah, uhh huh. I remember Eddie Bear.”
He recalls the day he’d gifted that to you, he’d cut a small hole into the bear and fucked it ‘til he came deep inside. Stitching it up carefully afterwards so you’d never notice.
“And when you did, he smelled just like… you. And then I rode him so much, over and over, just thinking of you. So many times, ‘til he didn’t smell like you anymore. I was a bit sad about that, though.” You lament.
He groans, a rumbling sound deep from his chest, as he continues stroking his throbbing cock, thumbing at the tip, “Yeah, what else? Tell me more, Bambi.”
“Well, sometimes I like to make all the other stuffies watch while I ride one of them, but the really fun toys are in here…” You hold up the chest.
“What’s in there sweetheart, you gonna show me like you did with all your other toys?”
You nod eagerly, placing the box on the bed and take a seat in front of it cross-legged, he chuckles at you, “Um these ones don’t really have names… except one. That one is my absolute favourite! Do you want me to show you that one first?”
“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.” His hand drops to fondle his balls for a moment as you continue.
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You swing back the lid of the box on its hinges, holding so it blocks his view of everything inside, “Ok, so I call this my little treasure chest…”
“That’s cute, Bambi, I like that.” He remarks as you shuffle around the box in search of a particular item.
“Ok get ready, this one is called Mr. Flopsy…”
He grins at you, but that falters and his hand moves to squeeze the base of his cock firmly, eyes widening as you pull out a six-inch, translucent pink, sparkly rabbit vibrator, it’s almost the same circumference around as it is long. It’s not the most intimidating one in your collection but it is one of your favourites.
He inhales sharply before groaning out, “God fucking damn! That is not what I was expecting when you said ‘toys’. Jesus H Christ Bambi if you asked me yesterday, I wouldn’t have even thought you knew what one of those was!”
“Well, I do mister, so now do you believe I’m not just little Miss Innocent?”
He nods and hums in a strained way, “Uh huh, yep mm hmm.”
“So, see Mr. Flopsy is my favourite cause he’s all pink and sparkly and look a little bunny… that’s why I call him Mr. Flopsy.” You flick the ears on the toy and Eddie groans in response, just the thought of where those little ears have been drives him wild.
“He might not be the biggest in the collection, but he makes up for it in every other way.”
He resumes stroking along his length, whining, “Please can I see you use Mr. Flopsy?”
“Yeah, you really wanna?” You smile up at him sweetly, eyes lighting up.
“Fuck, absolutely sweetheart. You gonna do it for me?”
“Yes, but not now, there’s still a whole lot more to show you first.”
“Can’t we do that some other time?”
“Nope.” You reply cheekily.
“Ugh, do we have to go one by one though? Can’t you just dump it all out?” He groans frustratedly.
“Ok, I guess… for you, but you’ll have to help me pack up later.” You concede, tipping over the chest and letting everything tumble out.
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Piles of rope and collars and nipple clamps and chains and dildos and fuzzy handcuffs, and more, in all shades of pastel colours cascade over the bed. He drops his slick, leaky cock, wiping his hand off along the duvet before rummaging through the pile in front of him. His cock bobs up and down in his lap desperate for attention.
“Oh, this is so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. Who knew you were such a kinky, little…” He pauses abruptly, you can tell he’s holding back.
“Go on Eds, call me dirty names, tell me I’m a kinky, little slut… is that what you were going to say? ‘Cause I’ll be your little slut, all yours, just for you. I’ll be your little present all wrapped up in bows, let you tie me up, split me open on your cock…”
He cuts you off pulling you in by the back of your neck, his lips colliding with your own over the paraphernalia laying beneath you. You break apart breathlessly, whining “Need you Eds, please…”
He rushes to strip off his clothing, tossing his jeans clear across the room in his haste. He glances down into the items scattered before him, in search of something…
“You gonna tie me up?” You ask hopefully.
“Sorry, Bambi not this time…” he spots what he was looking for, “…but I will be using these… if that’s ok?” He holds up a pink, fluffy pair of handcuffs, dangling them off a finger.
“Oh, that is more than ok Eddie.”
“I’m going to guess you’re familiar with the traffic light system, right?”
You nod proudly, “Uh huh, sure am.”
“Good, we’ll use that for now, ok?”
“Ok, Eddie, all green from me.” You offer him your wrists without him even asking.
“Oh, what a good girl you are, but first I’m going to need you to make some room on the bed. Just scoop all of that back into its box and set it on the floor, we can deal with it later…” 
You nod mutely and do as you’re told while he continues, “… and you can tell me all about every little thing in there while we do. Your stuffies can stay and watch the show though.” He smirks at you.
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Once the bed is clear, you kneel in the centre, resting back on your heels, all your stuffies and flowery, fluffy pillows propped up behind you. You look up at him through your long lashes waiting with baited breath for his next move. He cups your cheek, caressing it with a thumb, “You wanna be my good girl, my good little slut?”
“Y-yes please. Can I… can I call you ‘sir’?”
“Oh, Bambi so precious, so cute… yes, you may call me ‘sir’.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Anything for you princess. Now, how would you like to be cuffed… hands behind your back or to your bed frame?”
“To the bed, please.” You scoot back closer to the head of the bed, bringing your knees to your chest and squishing up against the toys and pillows.
“Such good manners. Did your mummy and daddy teach you that? Are they home now?” Coming up beside you he guides your hands one at a time, first closing a fluffy cuff around one wrist, then looping it through the bed frame and cuffing the other hand.
You shake your head, sinking down into the mattress your legs falling open, “Nuh uh, they’ve gone out. Won’t be home for hours.”
He moves to rest between your spread legs, humming in your ear, a finger brushing stray wisps of hair away from your face. “Hmmm, that’s strange why did you tell me to come in through the backyard then? Why’d you ask me not to use the door?”
“‘Cause… ‘cause I wanted you to catch me, thought maybe if you did…” You trail off distracted by his breath heating the side of your face.
Drawing back slightly he questions, “What did you think sweetheart? Did you think I wouldn’t be able to control myself? That I’d just take you right there as soon as I saw you?”
“Maybe… something a little like that.” You admit shyly.
“Well, aren’t you lucky then, that worked out quite nicely for you, didn’t it? I think it was very naughty though, don’t you?” He teases with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Sir?”
“I think someone needs to be… punished.” He proceeds cautiously.
“No, sir please I’ll be good. I’m your good girl remember.”
He gives you a slightly concerned look, “Colour?”
You grin back at him, “Green, sir.”
He runs a hand over your thigh, you shiver in response squeezing your legs together around him, “Ok, I have an idea… maybe more of a fun punishment. How’s that?”
“O-ok.” You agree shakily.
He continues “Well, since you decided to tease me with Mr. Flopsy, how about I use him on you… but you’re not allowed to cum.”
You pout, “Aww, that’s not fair.”
“Ah, ah, thought you said you were going to be my good girl?” He tuts at you, “The next time you cum I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Want you to get it all wet and sloppy for me.”
“I-I can do that for you.” You assure him breathily.
“I know, just wait right there for me while I find Mr. Flopsy.” He leans over the edge of the bed and riffles through the ‘treasure chest’.
You giggle, jiggling the cuffs around your wrist, “I can’t go anywhere Eds.”
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“Ha got it!” He pulls out the toy holding it up proudly, before fiddling with the buttons on its base.
You’re practically shivering with anticipation as he cycles through the settings getting familiar with it. When he finds the button that makes the shaft thrust back and forth, with a gasp his head snaps to you, “I didn’t know it did that!”
You smirk at him, “Yeah, it’s good, isn’t it?”
“Why, don’t we see just how good it is, sweetheart?” He turns off the vibrations and the thrusting tip before making his way back to you. He trails the toy over your body slowly, lingering when he brings it up between your breasts alongside his guitar pick.
He looks up into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust, “Why don’t you start by getting Mr. Flopsy all nice and wet for me with your mouth?”
You nod in agreement and he holds the toy against your lips, they part. You lick up and down the shaft, letting your drool dribble all over it before wrapping your lips around the tip giving it a suck.
He groans in response as you try to take more of the shaft into your mouth. He pulls the toy away, “I think that’s enough now, are you still trying to tease me? Still being a naughty girl?”
You shake your head, “No just… just like having something to suck on. It feels good for me too… really like sucking on dick… ‘s like a little treat, like a lollipop, but better.”
“Fuuuuck, baby we are going to have to explore that a whole lot more soon-”
You interrupt him eagerly adding, “Balls! I like balls too! Wanna worship every inch of you Eds.”
A strangled groan escapes his lips, he grits his teeth, “God you really are gonna give me a heart attack ya know.”
“How’re… how’re you doing Eds?” You ask, checking in with him too.
“Oh, I’m green. I’m so fucking green I’m an emerald, ‘bout as hard as one too.”
You giggle at the comparison, “Well, come on let’s get to my… funishment then.”
“Oh, little princess thinks she can give orders now. Well, you’ll soon learn to be careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”
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He takes the slobbery toy and runs it through your folds, prodding at your clit a few times before turning it on. The vibrations start out gentle as he continues his motions, slowly he begins easing the toy into your slick entrance. You gasp at the intrusion, sighing as he eases it in further and further. The little rabbit ears press into your clit and he starts the vibrations on those to.
“Oh, Eddie feels so good.” You whine.
“Remember no cumming on your toy this time.” He warns.
“I promise Eds, I’ll be good.”
He groans along with you and increases the intensity of the vibrations, “Let me know when you’re close ok?”
“Yes, sir,”
He gives an experimental thrust with the toy gauging your reaction, your wrists pull on their restraints and you moan. He ups the intensity yet again before remembering the thrusting feature, he pushes the toy all the way in and you feel your wetness flood around it.
He starts the thrusting action of the toy then waves his hands around grinning, “Look Bambi, no hands.” 
Your giggle turns into a broken moan as he increases the speed of the thrusting toy inside you. His hands moving to cup your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
Your hips begin to raise off the mattress, attempting to match the movements of the toy buzzing away inside you. You gasp, “Please, sir… please, please, please. I’m so close…”
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And then all at once all sensation is gone, ripped away from you right at the precipice as he removes the toy. You whine at the loss, hips still bucking away in search of more.
“Oh, I know, I know…” He coos down at you, pressing your hips back down into the mattress.
“Fuck… Eddie, please I need you. Please fuck me.”
“If only I knew what a little slut you really were, we could’ve been doing this ages ago, you know that right?” He switches off the toy and licks it clean of your juices before dropping it down on the bed beside you.
You whimper beneath him, “Yes, sir I know. ‘m sorry I made you wait. Please I need you now, we can make up for all the lost time.”
“Oh, my pretty little princess, we will be making up for it…” he growls before guiding his slick cock into your wet heat. He slams in all at once. The toy is nothing compared to him and his impressive length, but the preparation and all your arousal is enough to have him sliding in with ease.
He rests there for a moment gazing down at you, before checking in breathlessly, “You… hmmm… you good down there?”
You look up at him nodding, “… mhmmmm… perfect Eds, green.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s pulling his hips back and slamming into you once more. “Don’t… don’t know if I’ll be able to last long… ya got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He manages to pant out. Head hanging forward his hair flopping into his face as he braces himself with his hands on the bed frame by your own.
“I-I think I have some idea… hey, Eds?”
“Yeah, sweetheart? You still good?”
“Yep, just… hngh… just… can you cum inside me, please?”
His hips stutter and he groans, “God fucking damn, you really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
You look up at him desperate and needy, “Please, sir. Please, wan’ it nice and deep.”
“Fuuuuck… shit yeah, yeah gonna cum soon. Gonna give it all to you.”
You strain at the cuffs in a pathetic attempt to grab a hold of something… tug on his long hair that dangles in his face, crumple the sheets, squeeze your stuffies, a pillow… anything. Instead, you wrap your legs around him, drawing him in deeper mewling desperately with each thrust.
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“Are you close?” He pants above you.
“So close Eds, so close… you gonna cum with me when I soak that perfect cock of yours?”
He lets out the most hopeless, pathetic whine, “God… fuck… yes, yes, yes…”
He grabs the discarded vibrator turning it on and pressing it into your clit sending you into orbit, you pulse around him rhythmically, gushing all over his length with a scream and call out his name.
It doesn’t take long for him either, the feeling of you clamping down around him, the added vibrations from the toy. He unloads into you with a cry of his own. The feel of his warm, thick cum painting your walls only prolongs the sensation for you. When he slides his dick out, your combined fluids dribble out, running between your cheeks and pooling on the bed beneath you.
He’s still holding the toy against you as you tremble with aftershocks, “S-stop, ‘m sensitive Eds, please.” You gasp out.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” He grins sheepishly, removing the toy, turning it off and tossing it aside.
He hooks a finger into the chain linking your cuffs, “Keys?”
“Bedside table. Top drawer. They’re pink.”
“Of course they are.” He chuckles and leans over to retrieve the keys.
He undoes the restraints and rubs at your wrists soothingly before scooping you up into his arms and manoeuvring you to lay against his chest.
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His fingers trail along the chain draped over your neck, settling on the guitar pick, toying with it, “So, you kept this on, huh?”
“Yeah, uh it’s… it’s kinda like a collar in a way, but… more. More personal. More special. Been wearing it more than my actual collars now. More than any pretty little ribbon too.”
He gives it a gentle tug and you whine in response.
“You like wearing it, like it’s your own little special collar showing everyone who you belong to?”
“Yes Eds, God yes.” You breath out, pausing for a beat before asking hopefully, “What about you, do you still have the ribbon I gave you?”
“I could never part with my lady’s favour.” He declares, spinning the bracelet around his wrist to show the chain side where he’d woven the ribbon through the links.
You reach down running your fingertips over it, overwhelmed by your emotions, it has you blurting out, “I love you, Eddie.”
He sighs, “I love you too.”
“Do you think after we clean up, we can go for milkshakes?”
“Absolutely, sweetheart... with whipped cream and extra cherries too.”
You squeal in delight, “Thank you, Eddie! Best boyfriend ever!”
He pulls you in for a lingering kiss, before pulling away whispering, “Alright, then better get up if we’re gonna get to the diner.”
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coryosbaby · 10 months
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Sub!stepbro!rafe please 😩
Summary: You steal coke from your stepbrother/fuck buddy, and he’s absolutely pussy whipped.
Warning: drug use, stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), Rafe is in love, mommy kink, edging, spanking (m recieving 😇), oral (m receiving), ball sucking, p n v, body worship, mild mentions of feet kissing, doing Coke off his dick and ass oops, ball sucking, squirting, creampie, sub! Rafe, dom! Reader, literally not canon at all but idc I wanna dominate him
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“I know you took it!”
Rafe’s voice screams out throughout the incredibly large Cameron estate as you walk down the stairs, his fists clenched at his sides as he watches your retreating form. You roll your eyes, used to his tantrums and spoiled personality from the many months of living with him. You’re both alone, the house echoing your words and otherwise being completely empty.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Rafe.” You reach the end of the staircase to grab your jacket and slip it on. But before you can, Rafe’s hands grab your wrists harshly. He yanks you to him, his breath heavy and uneven.
“Give me my fucking coke back.”
So maybe you do know what he’s talking about. But so what? Rafe isn’t like you. Whereas coke makes him violent and corrupted, it makes you… well, an average coke addict. It isn’t a surprise for anyone to learn that what’s wrong with Rafe’s brain goes far beyond addiction. So, stealing it isn’t necessarily wrong.
It’s definitely not something anyone with half the balls you have would do, though.
Rafe’s voice on the edge of threatening,, but you merely bat an eyelash at the boy. His face is flushed, mouth mere inches away from your face as he looks down at you with a hesitant angered expression. Your eyes avert to the incredibly long fingers wrapped around your wrist, and then back up to him again with a clenched jaw.
“Let go of me, Rafe.” You demand. He hesitates, and the nervous softening of his grip doesn’t go unnoticed. You move closer, getting on your tip toes to reach his tall height. “Let go of me…now.”
He doesn’t remove his fingers from your wrists at first, but after a moment his hands drop from yours.
Rafe isn’t one to be told what to do, but when it’s you… it’s like he can’t do anything but follow your orders. The other times before this, the times when you had fucked him up in secret, in so many more ways than one, doesn’t help the situation. And as messed up as it is, you’re the only woman who can make him fall to his knees.
Even if you’re the daughter of his dad’s wife.
A small smirk forms on your face, eyes wild, and you’re taking another step towards him. He stumbles back into the wall. You laugh at the look in his eyes. One at first glance would say it’s annoyance, but you know better.
It’s fear.
“I don’t like boys who don’t do what they’re told the first time.”
Rafe scoffs, body moving to walk backwards up the stairs as you follow him with slow steps.
“I don’t like thieves.”
“Don’t be greedy and I won’t have to steal it.”
He chuckles nervously, reaching the top of the staircase.
“‘M not greedy. Just wished you would’ve asked first.”
You pause. You’re both off the steps now, eyes following each others as you beckon him towards your room.
“If you want it so bad, maybe you should come in my room and get it.”
The insinuation doesn’t go unnoticed. Rafe’s face flushes a deep crimson.
“Yeah?” He replies. He reaches for your doorknob, right across from his. “Guess I have to find it, then. Right?”
You don’t say anything, but a smile quirks your lips as he brings himself inside. When his knees hit the edge of your bed you push him down harshly. He gasps, his body hitting the mattress underneath him with a loud thud. He lifts himself up onto his elbows as you approach your bookshelf. Seated on the highest shelf is a golden jewelry box. You pull out the third drawer. You grab the packet of white powder sitting inside and turn around to show the boy.
“This what you want?”
You can tell by the way his mood changes, excitement glazing his features as he looks at the drug. “Yeah.”
“Gonna have to earn it.” You say, coldly.
“I’ll do anything.”
And you know he means it. So you walk over to the bed and grab him by his ankles. His jeans are still on, and your fingers begin to undo his belt. He looks at you with a desperate gaze; you know he could take his clothes off himself, but where’s the fun in that? And so, once the belt is through the loops, you unbutton his jeans and push them down. Dior briefs are exposed to you, and you snicker.
“I didn’t even know dior made underwear. Preparing for something, Cameron?”
The boy huffs. “I just- I know it’s your favorite brand, that’s all.”
“So you wore them for me?” Your fingers ghost over the large bulge accompanying the fabric. He lets out a low groan. “That’s so cute. But it sounds like you came to me looking for a fight. Just so I’d put you in your place.”
“Maybe I did. So what?” He snarks. You narrow your eyes, and your palm lands harshly on his thigh. He whines.
“Don’t be a fucking brat. Now take your shirt off and turn over.”
Of course, he obeys; hands going to the hem of his striped top, he pulls it over his head and exposes his naked chest and torso to you. He’s gorgeous, perfectly chiseled and tense with arousal. He uses his legs to turn himself around onto his stomach.
“Like this?” He asks. Faux innocence drips off of every honeyed syllable.
“Yes, baby. Just like that.”
You sit down on your pink sheets next to Rafe’s pliant body. He’s breathing shallowly, waiting for you next move. You grab his ankles once again and maneuver his body so he’s laying across your lap. His brows furrow in confusion, but they quickly lift into pleasure as his mouth falls open. Your palm comes down on his left cheek. A teasing slap, one that isn’t meant to cause pain, but enough to present the idea of spanking to the boy’s mind.
“Yeah…” It’s all Rafe’s brain can muster, the feeling of being bent over his stepsister’s knee making blood rush to his cock a lot more than it should. “Thas’ good, momma…”
“Jesus...” You pull down his briefs, exposing his pretty round globes to the room. You grab the bag of coke and quickly poor a line down onto his right cheek. Rafe tries to look back at what you’re doing, but you’re other hand grabs his hair and yanks him back down to look at the bed.
“Don’t. Stay fucking still.”
You pull and adjust Rafe’s thighs so he’s a bit lifted. Careful not to spill the coke, you bring your nose down to his cheek and snort up the white powder. He knows what you’re doing, and his legs clench together as he tries to relieve his arousal and the urge to snatch the bag out of your hands. Your eyes roll back when the drug hits your system, a low groan leaving your lips.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
Rafe just moans, bare cock pressing against your thigh as he tries to rut against it. He’s dripping, you can feel him making a wet spot form on your skirt. Your palm goes down to his ass again; not to hit him, just to feel him under your fingertips.
“It’s okay, Rafe.” you coo. “You’ll get your share. Just be patient.”
“Don’t wanna,” he whines. “Wanna do a line off your tits… wanna fuck your pussy. Want ‘em both so bad.”
“You’ll get to soon. But I think you need a punishment for your smart mouth, first. Don’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything, just rocks his ass back into your hands as confirmation: yes, momma. I do need a punishment. I’ve been a bad boy.
Rafe has always been shy with words. So you don’t scold when he doesn’t reply. You just tilt your hand back, and spank him harshly. He mewls, hands gripping the sheets below him as his cheeks redden from your abuse. Another slap comes down, and after a few more you can feel tears dripping on your thigh. You smile at the sight of his reddened cheeks, the way he squirms when you rub your fingers over him. And after five more hits, the boy is sobbing into your leg.
“Such a sweet boy,” you praise. He shakes when you press a kiss to his shoulder blade. “Taking your punishment so well. I think you deserve a reward.”
“Please, mommy.” He pleads.
“Get up, honey. Sit up on your knees for a minute.”
He obeys, a small sniffle sounding from him as he does so. The sight of Rafe Cameron, your stepbrother, crying for you like this shouldn’t make you so wet. But it does.
When he’s on his knees you make sure to put a pillow down on the mattress before getting him to lay down on his back; he’s a strong boy, and he can handle a lot, so his sore ass is the last thing he’s thinking of when you ask if he’s okay. He just nods, cushioned underneath the pillow and looking up at you with heavy eyes and a large, hardened cock. You pick up the coke bag again, and teasingly hold it in front of your clothed pussy. And when Rafe sees it, he’s like one of Pavlov’s dogs: The two of his favorite things right in front of each other. He looks at you with longing.
“Can I have them? Please?”
“Not yet.”
He goes to whine, but you shush him with the threat of spanking him again.
“Just stay down, Rafe.” You demand. He nods, although he wants to protest.
You grip his cock, and his eyes flutter shut in surprise and pleasure. But it’s all in stride; you’re only holding it right now. Rafe’s bottom lip gets caught between his teeth when he feels your spit pool along his shaft. And then, you pour the coke onto his cock. It’s an odd feeling, and it tingles a bit. But when Rafe looks down, he wonders why he’s never done it before. Your nose is pressed against him, trying to snort up most of the coke. It’s just messy, though. His pre cum just made the coke stick to him, so you’re practically rubbing your face in his arousal.
And Jesus, that makes Rafe’s cock kick.
“Can’t get it?” He teases.
You just reply, “Fuck you, Cameron.” And then move your tongue along his cock. And he gasps, low and throaty, as he feels your tongue lick along the base of his length and then down to his balls. He’s hairless there (of course he is), so it’s easy and makes it all worthwhile. As you suckle the heavy sacks into your mouth, your pussy drips with wetness.
“Oh my god, that’s good, shit—“ Rafe fucks up into your mouth, and you press his hips back down so he can’t. You look up at him and watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure when your teeth graze his balls. You pull off of him with a pop as he continues to beg for his release.
“I’m gonna give you what you want now.” You state.
“Really? Thank you—“ he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead and cheeks. It shouldn’t be as affectionate as it is. “—thank you so much, momma.”
And he means it. Which isn’t common for Rafe fucking Cameron. But he does a lot of things he usually doesn’t do when he’s with you.
You lay down on your back with the coke in your hand. When Rafe tries to reach for it, you just tsk.
“No, baby. You have to fuck me first.”
He frowns, but he’s also giddy from the thought of being able to stick himself inside you. So he does what he’s told, and lifts up your skirt. The smell of your arousal hits him, and he keens.
“You smell so fuckin’ good.” He mumbles. And he can’t wait any longer, so he pushes your thong to the side and slides right into your soaked entrance. You smile, head tilting back and exposing your neck. Rafe doesn’t hesitate to leave bite marks along the expanse of the skin there. You’re the perfect amount of heat and wetness to make his cock throb in its place.
“Good?” You ask. You know the answer, but you want him to talk to you more.
“Really, really good.” He groans. “You’re always so tight— best pussy I’ve ever had, fuck!”
He’s trying to hold his resolve, but with all the edging you’ve been doing he going to cum quick. He sobs as he bucks up into you, as you drip around his girthy length. And then your arms are wrapping around his back as you start to unzip the bag of coke once again. You pull your top down and expose your breasts to Rafe, and pour the substance in between the valley of skin there. His mouth opens wide, and he just… shoves his face into it. It’s so filthy, and so vulgar, as he snorts the drug up into his nose and licks it off of you. He starts to lick your nipples ferociously, muttering thank yous over and over again. His fingers reach down to rub your clit and you cry out at the pleasure.
“Good boy- good Fuckin’ boy, Rafe!” You moan out. “God.. ‘m gonna cum! Gonna cum all over your cock—“
And that’s exactly what you do. Your high crashes over you in powerful waves, and Rafe lets out a small laugh as he watches you squirt all over him.
“Yeah. That’s it, momma.” He looks genuinely happy, genuinely excited and content. “I’m- I’m so proud of you, holy shit.”
“Yeah?” You try to tease calmly, but the force of your orgasm has you stuttering and shaky. “You have to come for me, too.”
And that brings Rafe back to his cock inside of you, to his unfinished orgasm, and he begins to pummel you with no remorse. His thighs slap against yours aggressively as you scream from the overstimulation. He catches sight of the bracelet you have wrapped around your ankle. It’s made of solid gold, one he had gotten you for your nineteenth birthday, that has Cameron engraved on it in thick letters. Ward and your mom had found it endearing.
‘Your brother got your last name on it!’ Your mother had gushed. ‘How sweet!’
Little did she know that it was a sign of his possession. His possession over his stepsister, his baby sis, as he called you around his family. But although Rafe owns you, he knows you’ll always be the one in control: in control of his thoughts, his mind, his body, his feelings. You’re everything.
He presses kisses to your toes. Not in a weird way.. at least he hopes it’s not in a weird way. His tongue runs along the ridges of your ankle, a little bit up your calf. His strong arms grab ahold of your thighs and push them up, up. Eventually they’re over your head, and you’re crying out for another orgasm. His nose buries itself into your neck, and he can smell you— perfume, sweat, skin, cocaine, and fuck, Rafe doesn’t think he’s ever been with someone this perfect. And when you cry out his name on your lips, when you clench around him just right, he’s filling your cunt up with thick ropes of his cum. He eats you out afterwards, of course. He’s yours, after all, and whatever you want you get. And it’s perfect, even after that: when you’re laying there while he’s on top of you, snorting that last bit of drug that you had stolen from him, his high buzzing through his brain. When your hands run through his hair and offer to put lotion on the spots where you had spanked him. It’s perfect.
Almost. Because how in the fuck are you going to explain this to your parents?
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Run | jjk
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pairing: idol!jungkook x fem!reader
genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, secret relationship
warnings: dom!jk and sub!reader | explicit language, teasing, marking, biting, overstimulation, breath play, choking, dumbification, dacryphilia, humiliation?, brief spanking, cum eating, mild degrading (one line), praising (forced?), rough sex, unprotected sex | reader is bratty in beginning, reader is secretly fucked over the phone and has to stay quiet, jk gets jealous/possessive | cute beginning to rough smut to loving ending
summary: Jungkook doesn't want you to leave him for some stupid karaoke party so he tries his best to make you stay. Although his intentions start out playful, they quickly grow corrupted, especially after your somewhat hurtful words.
wc: 6.7k
author's note: I really enjoyed making this one. Also my first try at writing second person pov, hopefully there are no errors. Smut is about halfway through, enjoy 😉
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"Why do you guys gotta leave now? Huh?" Jungkook whines.
You glance over at him as you enter the living room, "Because, they made the reservation tonight on accident so we're going a day early. I already told you this."
"I know, but you promised that it would be an at home day. One where we get to relax together."
"Jungkook, I know, but this is a big friend group thing. Not only are my best friends going to be there but so are others. People from university, mutual friends, significant others, and other distant familiars of mine. Everyone knows I'm coming so I can't just ditch them, it'll look bad."
"It's a karaoke thing, right? At the place downtown?"
"Yeah."
"Ughh," he groans, "karaoke? But I love karaoke."
"I know," you huff, "I would bring you with but.. you know," you wave your arm at him, "your status kinda ruins that. Don't really wanna be leaking our relationship just for some stupid karaoke party."
He falls back against the couch, a pout clear on his lips, "How about I schedule a little karaoke party instead? I'll invite the boys, tell them they can bring their girls, and I'll even invite some other friends. That way we can go do karaoke together."
"Sure, but that doesn't stop the fact that I'm also going today."
He sighs, running his hands through his hair, "What about the relaxation day? I'm gonna be busy for like months once the week is over."
You frown, "I know baby, that's why I've been spending so much time with you. It's just one day, alright?"
He doesn't respond as he rests his head against the back of the couch, acting somewhat like a child throwing a tantrum.
You feel bad, horrible even. You want to stay home but the guilt you have from ditching your friends so much lately has been catching up, so you’re practically forced to go. You don't like the karaoke or the party part, but hey there's food. Plus you get to see people you haven't hung out with in a while, so why not.
You finish putting on your jacket and shoes. You then grab your phone from the side table at the entrance.
"I'm gonna go now, I'll be back around 10:30pm, alright?" you say from the door, your fingers on the door handle.
Jungkook looks at you from his spot on the couch, "That long?" he pouts, "Can you at least give me a goodbye kiss? Please?"
You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Oh alright. But only because you asked nicely."
You take your hand from the door and head over to Jungkook, his lips curling into a smile as you get closer. You reach the couch and he reaches his arms out to pull you in. Once his hand is on the back of your neck he tugs you down, your hand flying out in surprise as you place it on his chest.
What you were intending to be a quick peck on the lips becomes a lingering, deep kiss. One that distracts you long enough from becoming aware of his ulterior motives.
His free hand carefully moves to the one you have on his chest, the hand that holds your phone. His fingers meet your skin as he caresses you softly but you realize a moment too late that he did it for a reason.
Suddenly the phone is stripped from your grasp.
You pull away, eyes opening as you look at your now empty hand. You reach forward to take it back but he just pulls it out of your reach.
You look back at him as you stand up straight, "Jungkook? I need my phone before I leave."
"I know."
Those simple words are enough to make you realize what's happening. The stupid grin on his face and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes only solidify your conclusion.
You can't leave without your phone, he knows that. What better thing to take when he doesn't want you to leave?
You need to grab it, quick.
You grip the back of the couch to have some stability as you reach forward quickly, but Jungkook is faster. He stands up in an instant, the phone still in his hands.
You stare at him in disbelief.
"Is this really happening right now?" you voice your thoughts aloud.
He's acting like a child.
"Yep." he smirks.
"I need my phone."
"Come get it then."
"You're being childish." you say, placing your hands on your hips.
The couch acts as a barrier between the two of you. If it wasn't there you could've already lunged at him and taken it.
"Maybe I am, or maybe I'm just being greedy. Who knows."
You ignore his words as you head to the other side of the couch, but as you do so he starts walking the other way. You stop immediately, your brow raising. He's actually going to run away if you try to get the phone. He really is being a child.
"Jungkook, I'm not doing this."
"Then I guess you're not leaving, huh?" he remarks, the mischief clear in his tone.
You’ve now swapped spots. He's behind the couch where you had been, and your in the front in between the cushions and coffee table.
If it weren't for your guilty thoughts prior to this you'd be mad at him. You’re not angry, just annoyed. If he keeps this up you’re going to be late, so you have to compromise.
"If you give me my phone right now I'll leave as early as possible. That way I can spend more time with you." you put your arm out, your hand within reach of his, "I promise."
His eyes narrow, his gaze moving to your hand, "Hmm," he taps his chin, his head tilting, "it's still a no. I want you all to myself. Like I said before, I'm greedy, so you're gonna have to take this from me by force." he flaunts your phone.
It was foolish to think that he was actually considering your offer. Hell, you were foolish to think he would think about it at all because clearly he never did.
Regardless, you still have to go.
"I mean it."
"So do I."
He's not going to give in, so there really is only one way to go about this. You have to take it by force.
He must've read your mind, because the moment you accept this situation his eyebrow quirks, his smirk returning.
You slowly start walking to the other side of the couch and he mirrors those movements. You get annoyed quickly, your slow walk turning into a sudden fast run.
Jungkook starts giggling, his free hand tracing the top of the couch as he passes by, "You gotta try harder than this, babe. We don't have all day."
"We?" you repeat his words.
"Yeah, you have to make it to your important karaoke outing and I—"
As he's talking you rush forward suddenly, it catches him by surprise and he cuts himself off as he extends this circle to the coffee table.
Your fingers were so close to touching him, and that gave you enough motivation to outright chase him.
His mischievous giggling turns into full out laughter as you track him around the living room. Every time you come close to grabbing him he somehow gets away. He's running slightly faster than you, just enough to get away every time.
"Jungkook!" you say in an exhausted annoyance, "Just give it to me!"
"Not a chance." he grins, making a beeline for the kitchen.
You follow him immediately, but you stop when you realize the predicament. You're at opposite sides of the table, it's the couch situation all over again.
You narrow your eyes at him as you lean forward, your hands clasping onto the chair in front of you, "I'm going to be late."
"I guess you should run faster then." he teases.
You know he has the ability to run far quicker than you, so the fact that you’re getting close enough is further proof that he's just toying with you. It's all just a game to him. He's not tired at all, not one bit, but you already feel yourself getting there.
He's not giving up, but you’re not either. You have to try a different strategy. It's clear that you won't be able to catch him with speed alone, so you'll have to use something else.
Perhaps you could use the environment. No, that's stupid. What would you even do? Throw something at him? That's ridiculous.
Maybe you could distract him somehow by using words to your advantage. That's a great idea.
You stand up straight, your hands still clasped onto the chair, "I actually have to get going. So what's it's going to take?" you ask him.
You don't want to ditch this gathering. Hopefully being genuine will work.
When he doesn't respond you sigh, taking your hands from the chair as you casually come walking over to him. He doesn't move, the distraction is working.
"Kookie, please give me my phone," you put your hand out, "I'll be back before you know it."
You’re right in front of him, just one more step and you can take it from him whether he likes it or not.
As you’re closing in he shifts slightly, and for some reason that triggers your movements to quicken. The casual walk, the soft hand you put out turns into a fast strike, one that makes him alert once again. Alert enough to move out of the way in time, stopping you from grabbing the phone.
You almost had it.
That was almost comical. You were right there. Your distraction was working, but last minute you messed up. You messed up just enough for him to get away.
"Using tricks now? How deceitful." Jungkook hums, now at the other side of the table.
You look up at him, your eyebrow quirking up in slight anger, "It wasn't a trick," you lie.
Even though the words you said were genuine, they were for the purpose of tricking him. Distracting him if you may.
"Honey, I know your lying voice. Nothing gets past me."
What's with him? Why's he being so egotistical when he's the one acting like a child?
You begin walking over to him and as you expected he mirrors you. Your steps mean nothing as you circle around each other, "Jungkook, I'm seriously getting angry."
"Don't care."
"When I go to the karaoke party, I'm staying for as long as possible. Forget about leaving early. When I get home it'll already be tomorrow morning."
He doesn't say anything, he just continues to stay out of your reach.
"I'll sleep in the guest room, and leave you alone. When I wake up, forget about breakfast, we're both going to starve because I'm not making anything."
He just shrugs, he knows it's an empty threat. He knows that either way you’re going to sleep in your shared bed and you’re going to make breakfast. Why would you go to sleep alone in a less comfortable bed, and why would you not make a delicious meal in the morning? That's absurd.
You start throwing out random threats, "Now that I think of it, the party is going to be so much fun. I'll be hanging out with my best friends, and some people from school too. Oo maybe there'll even be some cute guys there." you sigh, "It's not like I can tell them I have a boyfriend if anyone hits on me. Sorry, I'm dating Jeon Jungkook, you know, from BTS." you laugh, "I'll sound like a lunatic."
That gets to him.
Suddenly his movements stop, it's so sudden that you stop too, which doesn't make sense because you’re the one who's supposed to catch him. But it's something else that makes you stop too, it's as if his presence completely changed. The moment you said those words the atmosphere was flipped.
His playful smile, that twinkle in his eyes, the soft giggles escaping his lips, the childish movements he makes as he runs away, it's all gone.
Maybe you went too far. You didn't actually mean any of that, it was just meant as a way to get in his head. Clearly, it worked, a little too well actually.
His gaze is strong, his jaw is clenched, his frame wide, and his eyebrows furrowed.
You definitely did go too far. Sure Jungkook is being annoying but it's all just some stupid game. If he had said something like what you had just done, you would be furious.
You have to apologize.
"Jungkook, I'm—"
"Fucked?" he finishes your sentence.
Your eyebrows furrow, "Huh?" you say, clearly confused.
You watch as he puts your phone into the pockets of his sweats. He then starts walking towards you, his eyes piercing into your own.
"What are you doing?" you question, watching as he slowly makes his way over.
The look in his eyes is dangerous. Not dangerous in a scary way though, you just can't describe it.
You instinctively start moving the opposite way. Mirroring his movements as he had done yours. It seems as if the roles have been reversed.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
The moment you start moving he walks faster. You walk faster as well.
Is this really happening? You were once chasing him and now he's chasing you. You’re both childish.
You start giggling, just as he was doing when you were chasing him, "What are you doing?" you repeat, staying out of his reach.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"Failing to catch me." you smirk.
He stops.
You stop.
His eyebrows raise, "Is that supposed to be a challenge?"
"Perhaps."
The once tense atmosphere is now purely an actual game. Your annoyance at his childish actions are gone and his anger at your hurtful words is as well.
The moment you see him lift a muscle, you bolt. You both know who the faster one is. In order to stay away from him you have to create distance.
You run to the kitchen island facing him briefly as he follows you. You're on opposite sides, your hands grazing the countertops as you lock your gazes onto each other. He moves left so you go to his right, he goes to his right and you go to his left.
It's continuous until suddenly he bolts forward. You burst out in surprised laughter as you run across the kitchen. You make it to the living room, standing next to the TV as you wait for his next move. He's now standing behind the couch, his eyes beaming in pure joy and you assume yours is the same.
"You're so slow, old man!" you taunt.
He laughs, "Old man? Huh?"
There's a moment of silence as you consider throwing out another annoying meaningless tease, but you decide against it the moment Jungkook starts moving again. You must've taken too long to reply.
He moves to the right and you immediately start going the other way, but it was just a fake because immediately he goes opposite. That movement surprises you as you let out a squeal of laughter, the noise alone makes Jungkook laugh as well.
It's not every day that you act like this. You’re so indulged at the moment that you forget why it's happening in the first place.
You run in circles around the living room, the sounds of laughter filling the room.
When you reach the end of the couch you run over to the kitchen now using the island as cover yet again. Jungkook follows and instead of continuing around the counter, you run through the dining area, pulling out a chair to block him at the last second.
You burst out in laughter as you watch Jungkook almost fall into the chair in your peripheral vision. You brace yourself against the counter as you start laughing so hard that you almost cry.
"You think that's funny?" he says, putting the chair back under the table, "That was a mere obstacle used to delay the inevitable."
His choice of words is just hilarious for some reason. That makes you laugh even harder, actual tears falling from your eyes.
"The inevitable, huh? What's gonna happen when that finally occurs?" you’re curious to hear what he'll say.
His gleaming eyes darken, "I'm gonna remind you of who you truly belong to. Only then will you think twice about threatening me with other guys."
The once playful excitement flowing throughout your body turns into something entirely different.
You almost forgot about the words that caused this whole ordeal in the first place. You truly didn't mean the words that you had said. It was so irrelevant that it almost escaped your memory.
The fact that he remembered it really shows how hard those words hit him, even though it was nothing to you. Yet again, if the roles were reversed you’d have it engraved in your mind as well.
"Oh yeah? Well, you're going to have to catch me first."
His eyebrow raises, and a moment of silence follows as you stare at each other. Your mind races with strategies you'll use to keep him away while he probably contemplates exactly what he'll do once you’re in his grasp.
The longer you stay away from him, the rougher he'll be once he finally catches you. Let's just say, that may or may not be exactly what you want right now.
His lips curl into a smirk as he turns to move forward, "I'm not gonna go easy on you anymore, ____. You'll be caught in seconds."
His words make your heartbeat skyrocket. You were struggling to stay away from him before and he was still going easy on you. Shit.
You do want to be caught, hell, you know you'll be caught either way but that doesn't stop the competitiveness that flows between the two of you.
"Catch me then." you taunt one last time before taking off.
You run through the living room, your legs pushing full force against the ground as you evade his advancing reach. He wasn't lying about not going easy on you anymore. You’re running the fastest you've gone tonight and he's already closing in.
You're both running so fast. He's so close to you that you can practically feel his presence. But since he's running so fast it'll be easy to fake him out.
Once you reach the back of the couch you turn to run around it but at the last second you pivot your body, your goal is to run to the kitchen instead. As you suspected he was unable to turn because of his godlike speed, so you’re able to get away, his fingers grazing your back as you're separated.
You laugh in victory as you reach the kitchen, the thrill of the chase reaching an all time high. That was the first time either of you have touched each other since this game began. If you wouldn't have done that move he would have caught you there.
He doesn't waste time as he turns to you in the kitchen, you run away immediately, not taking any chances. He's so focused on catching you that he's not speaking, and you’re so focused on staying away from him that you’re not saying a word either.
As you run to the living room, you strip the jacket you forgot you were wearing from your body. You throw it behind you, hoping to use it to your advantage. It only helps as a brief distraction, Jungkook's gaze leaves you for a fraction of a second. But in that second you slip between the couch and the coffee table whereas he's on the other side of the couch.
For a moment you stop briefly, thinking you had distracted him with your jacket for longer. His gaze snaps from the jacket on the floor and to you as he stops. You feel a grin spread across your face, did he give up?
He suddenly reaches forward and grabs the back of the couch and in one swift movement, he vaults over it. You’re unable to react, both because of how fast he did it and how impressive that was.
Time seems to slow as you watch his hand reach toward you. Your eyes widen, and you twist your body to run away but at that moment his hand grasps your wrist. His grip is like iron as he tugs at you slightly making you lose your balance.
Before you know it you’re on the couch, your back falling onto the soft cushions. It's only once he places himself on top of you, his knees placed on either side of your legs, that you realize you’re fucked.
As a last resort you’re about to push him away, but he catches both of your hands before they collide with his chest. He then brings them down and pins them above your head with his tattooed arm.
The inevitable occurred, he just caught you.
He won.
Your gazes lock on one another, "Any last words?" he teases, voice low.
Your chest heaves as his words echo through your mind. The adrenaline from the chase still coursing through your veins as you take in deep breaths. Although your senses are practically heightened, your previous defiance is gone. It's impossible to keep up the act with him on top of you like this, his eyes devouring as he restrains you from above.
It's all so intense, you can barely speak.
"Fuck me, Jeon." you say, your voice breathless.
He groans at your words as he leans forward, your lips meeting in a hungry kiss. The moment your lips meet your brain turns into mush. Jungkook takes his hands away from your wrists, trailing them down your arms and to your chest.
He pulls away from your lips, his eyes meeting yours briefly before they trail down your clothed body. His fingertips graze over your breasts as he makes his way to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you in seconds.
You reach forward to grab his, sitting up slightly from your spot below him, but he stops the advancement, pushing you back down. A surprised gasp leaves your lips as the back of your head hits the cushions.
When you try to reach forward again he grabs your prying hands, "Take it off." you whine.
"Did you forget who's in charge here?" he lets go of your arms, his eyebrow raising as if he's challenging you to try again.
Although the split between who dominates is almost equal between you, he still lets you do what you want when he's on top of you. So having him deny you something as simple as that ignites the flame of competitiveness within you again. If he wants you to listen he's going to have to make you.
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"Ah, Jungkook, please," you croak, "more."
He lets out a throaty chuckle, "What's that baby?" he teases, "What do you want?"
"More."
It's so hard to speak, your head is cloudy, your body is rigid, and your breathing is unsteady.
"More what?" he presses, his hands squeezing your ass so hard you can feel the imprint of each of his fingertips.
You try to say something but the moment you do he lifts his hand and spanks you. A high-pitched whimper escapes your lips as you feel yourself involuntarily clench around him.
If it weren't for your clouded mind you'd be embarrassed at your current state. You rarely get this submissive. You feel so dumb, but in a good way, and you know Jungkook is loving every second of it. 
"What's that baby?" he does it again, earning another gasp from you, "I need you to speak up."
The sting from his hands is still lingering on your skin, "More, please, I need—"
Your words are cut off by a sudden loud ringing noise. For a moment you think it's all in your head but when you feel Jungkook reach down you realize what it is. 
Your phone is ringing.
Even through your fucked out state you realize who it might be. You try to look back at Jungkook but before you can, his free hand shoots down, pushing your face further into the cushions.
"Jun—"
"Oh it's your friend," he says over the ringing, "she's probably wondering where you are, huh?"
You moan out in response. That's definitely the case, and she's without a doubt wondering just that. You told her you would come to the party, and you would have been there by now if it wasn't for Jungkook. He changed your plan for the whole night.
"Too bad you're too fucked out to do anything. Tell her you can't make it."
You’re a second too late to realize that he answered the call. He puts it on speaker as he holds the phone next to your face.
"____, where are you?"
Your friend's voice is able to put some sense back into you, but only enough to speak.
"I—" suddenly Jungkook starts moving again, slowly this time. You cut yourself off, trying not to let out any kind of noise.
This cannot be happening.
Sure Jungkook's been rough countless times before, but not this much. What's this supposed to be? Sexual humiliation?
You don't know what realization is worse. The fact that this situation could end up badly or the fact that you like the thrill of it.
"What? You cut out." she says.
"I can't come, I'm sorry." you say, your voice strained.
Jungkook's free hand starts traveling down your body, his touch soft yet teasing.
"Wait why? Most of the others are here. The food just came out, I know that was the part you were excited for the most."
Jungkook's hand reaches the base of your stomach, his fingers grazing over your clit. You suck in a whimper as you force your face into the cushions, but unfortunately, that wasn't enough. Before you’re able to successfully evade making any noise he places his fingers down and starts to massage the bundle of nerves teasingly.
You’re unable to hold back a muffled groan that you attempt to cover up with coughing.
"____? Are you okay?"
Jungkook leans down, his lips grazing your ear opposite of the phone, "Keep it together." he whispers, "Don't want her to figure out what's going on, now do we?" he warns.
"Hello?"
You turn your head back to the side, about to respond. But being the bastard he is, Jungkook leans down and begins sucking at the skin of your neck, his lips grazing over the sweet spot under your ear.
You purse your lips, brows furrowing as you gather the strength to speak, "Yes, hello, I'm so sorry." you apologize, your mind hazy, "I don't feel too good right now."
Jungkook bites down on your neck, and his fingers press down harder. You feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach.
"Shit." Jungkook groans into your ear, quiet enough that the phone won't pick it up.
His groans only add to the feeling in your stomach. It's all so much, his cock slowly fucking into you, his fingers playing with your clit, his lips sucking at your neck, his groans, the heat of his body above yours, and the thrill of not getting caught.
If your not careful you might cum too fast. You have to get off the phone, and you have a feeling Jungkook won't hang up, she will have to.
"Oh no," she pouts, "really? What is it?"
Leave it to your friends to want to know all the details. You have to say something to make her satisfied.
"My stomach," Jungkook makes a particularly hard thrust, one that halts your words momentarily, "I must've gotten food poisoning or something. It's so bad."
Your eyebrows knit together as you try to contain yourself. The feeling in your stomach is getting stronger. You’re getting close, too close, and you know Jungkook can feel it.
"Oh.." she hums, a sigh following, "well I hope you get better."
Yes, finally, she's gotta hang up now, right?
"But that doesn't change the fact that I'm sad. Ughh," she groans, "we haven't hung out at a place like this in forever."
Of course not.
A pang of annoyance flows through you momentarily but that's quickly replaced by pleasure as Jungkook starts nipping at your neck, quiet groans falling from his lips that go directly into your ears.
"I know," you say, your voice quiet as you force those words out, "but it's not like it's something I can control."
"I know.."
Jungkook shifts slightly, his cock somehow hitting the perfect spot. You let out a silent scream as you feel yourself clench against him, your hand shooting out to stop the movements of his fingers.
You’re close.
"Fuck," Jungkook groans, "did I hit your sweet spot baby? You're so tight." he whispers into the shell of your ear, his words going straight to the knot in your stomach.
He pulls out suddenly before slamming back in, hitting that spot again. You’re unable to hold back the cry of pleasure, but you turn it into a coughing fit to hide it. His lips are kissing the skin of your neck, and you can feel him smile at your reaction.
You’re so close.
"I'm literally gonna throw up," you say to the phone, "I feel like—shit." the last part comes out more desperate than what you had intended.
"Oh god, I better get going then." she says.
Yes, finally, now hang up.
"But first you have to promise that you'll make it up to me."
Why won't she hang up?
You hiss in clouded annoyance as your hand meets the one that Jungkook has on your stomach. First you have this asshole humiliating you and now you have this bitch on the phone who's letting it happen.
You’re so screwed. All you have running throughout your body is pleasure, anger, and adrenaline. You can't even filter your own thoughts anymore.
"Promise me—"
"Yes!" you exclaim, the annoyance clear in your tone as you speak, "I promise okay?"
The steady rhythm of Jungkook's fingers is adding up, it's too much. You’re actually going to cum. Your hand around his tightens, a silent plea for him to stop, to slow down, anything.
But he doesn't listen, he just continues his movements throughout your body. His cock hits the perfect spot every time he enters as his experienced fingers destroy your sanity. He silently chuckles, the rippling of his laugh clear against your back.
You've had enough of this, you have to hang the phone up yourself. You let go of his hand, and use all of your strength to quickly reach up in an attempt to swipe the phone away from him.
But you fail.
He quickly moves it away, his finger hitting the mute button, "Nice try ____, but that's not going to work."
"Jungkook, please," you plead, "hang up. I'm so close. Please."
"I know, baby, just let it go."
You whimper, he's not going to hang up. You were right, you have to make her hang up and you have mere seconds to make that happen.
Your friend said something while Jungkook was speaking but you have no idea what it was. You’re only able to hear the last part of what she says, ".. could also go there too but that could always be for another time."
"Son of a bitch." you groan in annoyance at the both of them, your eyes are screwed shut so hard it hurts.
You’re right on the edge.
"Excuse me? I thought you would've liked that idea." she sasses, thinking that you were saying that in response to her words.
Jungkook must have unmuted, but you couldn't see. You literally can't open your eyes. That asshole.
"Fuck," you say, coughing as you hold back a mewl, "shit, I'm literally going to throw up. What is wrong with you? I have to go." you ramble out in a clouded state of anger.
"Fine, okay, remember you promised to—"
"I know, I—" you cut yourself off as your hand flies over your mouth.
You’re right there, you can't hold it back much longer. It feels too good, you’re going to explode.
"You what, huh?" she says, expecting you to follow through with your words but you can't.
"Jesus Christ, hang up! Fuck!" you yell, your mind is so clouded that you burst out without thinking.
"Geeze, okay. Bye."
The moment you hear the beep that signals the ending of the call you explode. You can't hold it back anymore.
You cry out as your body is flooded with pure pleasure. It's so extreme that you feel your thighs shake, and your insides convulse around Jungkook's length.
"Fuck, it—" you gasp, "feels good. I can't—"
Jungkook lets out an amused laugh, "Didn't know you were into stuff like that. Who knew you could be such a little bitch, moaning in front of your friends?"
Your eyes are shut so tight it hurts, spots of white clouding your dark vision.
"I wasn't—" you croak out, unable to defend yourself as the feeling of pleasure continues, not showing any signs of declining.
"Just had to let them know who makes you feel so good. Who is that, baby? Who makes you feel good?"
"You." you practically whisper, all the energy in your body being whisked away at the trade of euphoria.
"Louder."
"You, Jungkook. You make me feel so good."
His hips stutter, his cock twitching. He's close. He drops the phone onto the floor, his hand grasping your neck as he pulls you up against his chest. The new position makes a new wave of pleasure flow through you. One that's laced with pain as he increases his pace.
You let out an almost pornographic cry, one that would've killed you of embarrassment if you were able to hear it. His other hand continues the circles around your clit, the once pure pleasure laced with pain from the oversensitivity.
"Wait, stop," you gasp, "I'm sensitive. It's too much."
He lets out a delicious cold laugh, "You can take it, I know you can. Can't you?"
The little bit of competitiveness inside you is enough to make you nod. You can take it, not only because of that competitiveness but because of the simple fact that you want him to feel good. It's been a while since he's been so rough.
"Tell me you can."
"I can," it hurts so good, "just for you."
He groans at your words, "That's right. All for me. You're mine baby, only mine."
The hand around your neck holds you tighter as he presses down at your pressure points. The lack of air only heightens the feelings from below.
"I'm yours." you repeat, not a thought behind your mind as those words escape your lips.
You’re lost, so lost in the feeling of him.
"Shit, you're clenching so much. I'm close." he rasps, a small whine following his words, his hand around your neck loosening.
You can barely hear him, but it was enough to understand bits of it, "Cum for me, please." you say in a breathless whisper, "I wanna feel you."
His hips stutter, his cock twitching, "I'm—" he cuts himself off with a whimper, one that surprises you considering the circumstances.
The moment his hand leaves your neck you feel a sudden wave of ecstasy. You gasp, your hands clawing at his, "Jungkook, I'm cumming again, fuck."
You both tip over the edge together. It's so strong you feel the breath being ripped from your lungs. Even through your heightened state of extreme pleasure, you can feel him cumming, his hot slick mixing with your own.
"Shit, baby," he says, his hand on your clit slowing down as he rides you through your second orgasm, "I knew you had it in you."
It's so good, it's too good. The pain, the pleasure, all of it. You haven't came this hard in a while. You feel literal tears forming in your eyes.
You let out broken cries, it's hard to even tell exactly what you say, but you assume it's a mixture of both his name and curses. Hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you completely let go.
Once the pleasure finally dies down, your brain is empty and your body is so tired it's limp. Jungkook notices this as he gently sets you down on the cushions, his now softened cock pulling out.
Your chest heaves as you attempt to gain back your breathing.
Jungkook hisses as he fully backs away, sitting down on the couch, "Fuck, you made a mess."
All you’re able to do is hum as a response, the post-orgasmic bliss still clouding your mind.
Before you can react you feel Jungkook's hands grasp your ass, pulling you up as he dives in. The moment his tongue meets your folds you whimper.
"Ah, fuck, it's too much, it hurts." you cry, your vision becoming blurry with tears.
All he does is laugh, the vibration of it causing painful waves of overstimulation to flow through you. You stuff your face into the cushions to muffle your cries as Jungkook cleans up the mess, making sure to lick up every last drop of your essences.
When he's finished he gives your cheeks one last squeeze, "So sweet," he teases as he leans forward, "you're so good for me, you know that?"
You groan as you lift your face up from the cushions, "Mhm.." you hum, resting the side of your face back down on the couch.
You literally can't move, your body is too heavy.
Jungkook's arms hook around your waist as he flips you over, your back resting against the couch and your messy hair falling against your face. You’re too tired to push it away, the silky strands of hair tickling your nose.
Jungkook giggles as he leans forward, softly pushing the hair out of your face, "I really did fuck the shit out of you, huh? So tired you can't even lift a finger."
"Mhm.."
He grins, his eyes scanning your face as your eyes flicker shut, "Did you learn your lesson?"
"Mhm.."
"Tell me, what'd you learn?" his head dips down, his lips leaving soft kisses on your stomach, kisses that turn into nips. 
He’s marking you.
When you don't respond he bites down particularly hard, and a groan escapes your lips, "Tell me, use your words." he orders.
The kisses slowly trail up to your breasts as he creates a line of bruises.
"I'm yours." you say, the words slurred and quiet.
"Hm? I can't hear you." he hums, his soft kisses turning rough.
Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes remain closed, "I'm yours, Jungkook. Only yours." you repeat, your voice stronger but words still slurred.
His lips reach your collarbone, "Say it again."
"Jungkook," you whine, "I'm yours."
He smiles against your skin, satisfied with your answer, but you continue, the words leaving your lips without a second thought, "You're all I think about, all day, just you."
His fingers find your waist as he massages your sides, his lips kissing your skin and teeth biting down softly.
"You're perfect. You're my everything. I'm yours, and you're mine." you continue.
He lets out a breathless moan as he reaches your neck, "I'm yours." he says.
His words give your rigid body a temporary boost of strength as you lift your arm. Your hand rests on the back of his neck as they move forward, your fingers tracing his jawline.
You open your eyes as he leans back at your touch, his eyes meeting yours. The moment your eyes meet an unspoken moment of silence passes, pure adoration melting each of your hearts.
How did something so rough lead to a soft moment like this?
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l1tw1ck · 5 months
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Dysfunction or Wrong Direction?
bottom!Steve Rogers x top!male reader
☆ Word Count: 1,032 ☆
CW: Dub-Con (Drunk Sex), Virginity Loss, Anal Fingering, Cum Swallowing, Dom/Sub, Anal, Size Kink, Creampie, Corruption
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Steve orders another drink and sighs. He's been struggling lately, specifically with sex. No matter what he tries or who he meets, he just can't get it up. Ever since he started working out, he started to get attention from women. Unfortunately for him, he's never been able to actually have sex because they never get him hard.
You sit down next to him and notice his defeated demeanor. “You alright?” You ask.
He turns to you and shakes his head, too drunk to keep everything to himself. “I can't…I can't get it up…but my doctor…my doctor says nothing's wrong.”
“Aw, really? Maybe you should try something new.” You smirk. “Something like…anal?”
“I don't think there's a lot of women who want to do that..”
“I mean you. You should try getting fucked.” You laugh softly. “I’m willing to be your first.” You wink.
His eyes widen, cheeks red. “Oh.”
“What do you think, pretty boy?” You tilt your head. “I promise I’ll show you a good time.”
He’s so drunk that he's willing to give it a try.
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Steve looks at you with an adorable expression as your fingers work open his hole. He didn't know it would feel so good, and you're only fingering him. He never thought he'd say this but he can't wait to feel your cock inside him.
“Do you feel okay?” You ask. You already know the answer, thanks to his rock hard cock and his soft moans, but you want to hear it straight from him.
He nods. “‘S good- ‘s good, [Name].” He bites his lip.
“It’s sir.”
He blushes. “Sorry sir.”
“Good boy.” You curl your fingers up and reach his prostate. He gasps, a spurt of cum leaving his cock. “Found it.” You grin.
“Again- please-”
You continuously poke at his prostate, effectively driving Steve crazy.
“Yes- oh fuck-” He throws his head back. “Don't stop–” His moans increasingly grow louder as he reaches his peak.
“You wanna come, Steve? Beg for it.”
He feels so good that he’ll do anything to come. “Please- fuck– please let me- hh- come, sir– please~”
“Go ahead.” As soon as you give him the okay, he comes all over his chest. You slowly pull out of him. He takes deep breaths as he recovers from his orgasm.
“That- that felt so good.” He sighs. “You're…you're gonna fuck me now, right?” He looks at you, the look on his face is unintentionally seductive.
You chuckle. “Mhm.” You drag your tongue along his chest, scooping up his cum and cleaning him up. You pull away and look at him with a smile while unbuckling your belt. He looks at your expression, clear enthusiasm painted on your face. You're beyond excited to take his virginity. His eyes trail down to your crotch. He watches in anticipation as you pull down your pants. He stares intensely at your underwear, aroused by how hard you are. He wasn't sure if he just likes anal or if he likes men too but just looking at your boner is setting him on fire. He wonders if you’ll let him suck you off. He's almost surprised by that thought but considering what he's just done, what he's said, it's not all that surprising in comparison.
His eyes widen as you release your hard cock. He gasps. “You're huge.” He almost whispers. You're even bigger than he is.
“Are you scared?” You slowly pump your cock. “I could settle for a blowjob.” You could, hypothetically, but you'd much rather fuck him.
He shakes his head. “I can take it..” His voice is very breathy. He can't take his eyes off your length. You've awakened a lot in him tonight.
“Yeah? I think so too.” You lick your lips. “Hold your legs in the air.”
He does exactly as you asked, arms wrapped around his legs. “Like this?”
You nod. “You're good at following orders.” You prod your tip against his hole. “I like how obedient you are. So willing to do whatever I ask.”
He blushes but before he can respond, you start easing your way inside him. “Fu- fuck–” He lets out a sharp breath. “Don't stop- ah–” His uncomfortable expression twists into a pleasured one, his lips moving into a shaky smile. You're stretching him out so much and it feels so damn good. He shivers as your length brushes against his prostate.
You eventually bottom out and stay still, allowing him to get used to the feeling. “You feel amazing, baby…so damn tight.”
He looks up at you. “You're not moving?”
“I’m giving you time to adjust.”
“I don't need time…I need you to fuck me.”
You smirk. “Okay.” You grip his waist and start fucking him roughly, not bothering to start slow.
“So good- fuck- harder!” He moans. “Please, sir~!”
“I’m glad you remember your manners.” You fuck him harder.
“Yes- th- thank you, thank you, sir~” His body shakes. “‘M gonna come- please- uh~ please lemme come, sir-”
“Coming without me even touching you? Maybe your body was made to only take cock instead of giving it.” You chuckle. “You’ve got such a big cock but it's useless. All your body wants is to be fucked.”
Steve moans. “Yes~!”
“You think so too? That you're just a cocksleeve?”
He nods rapidly. “I’m your- your cocksleeve, sir~”
“Yeah? Come for me then.”
Steve’s body shakes as he comes for the second time, coming even harder than last time. He's shocked as you keep going but he's certainly not opposed to it.
“I’m gonna come inside you, okay, baby?”
He nods. “Wha- whatever you want~”
“Good boy.” You lean in and kiss him. Steve sloppily reciprocates it, kissing you back with less experience. His thoughts start to go fuzzy. The overstimulation combined with his drunkenness isn't helping him stay sane. You pull away and lean into his neck, softly kissing it before sinking your teeth into his skin. He rolls his eyes back as you flood his insides with your cum.
“It's warm..” Steve moans.
“You like how it feels?” You smile, slowly pulling out of him. He sighs, already missing the feeling of you inside him. “Let's get cleaned up, okay?”
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tasteleeknow-remade · 2 years
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pairing: chan x fem!reader genre: smut, soft!dom chan. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 4.1k
summary: you're his best friend’s little sister. he's obsessed with you, and you him. he has very good self control—until he’s forced to share a tent with you. forced proximity with corruption kink.
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profanity. possessive behaviour. protected intercourse. afab!reader. forced proximity. corruption kink. pet names. oral (f. rec).
You were lucky to have a big brother that actually liked you; your best friend’s brother liked to pretend she didn’t exist. This weekend you were going camping with him and his best friend, Chan. Your best friend, Sana, was coming too. She’d developed a crush on your brother years ago. You didn’t mind, so long as she kept the swooning to a minimum. You loved your brother but if you had to hear anymore speculation about whether or not he’d be chopping firewood and if he would do it in short sleeves… you’d ban her from the trip. 
“You have to help me find a way to share his tent.” She said, doing her makeup while you lounged on her bed.
“Don’t be creepy.”
“Don’t pretend like I'm the perv when you've been trying to seduce Chan any chance you get for months.” 
You closed the book you were reading. “Have not.”
“Whatever, are you gonna help me or not?”
“What do you want me to do? Knock his friend out? Drag Chan’s body into the woods so you can sneak in there and stare at my brother's face all night?” She gave you a tired look.
“Luckily, it’ll be much easier than that. You’ll just have to be a bitch to me. You’ll be great at it—a real natural.”
You threw one of the pillows you were leaning against at her. 
“Oh come on, you’ll get something out of it too.” She turned to you, raising her eyebrows suggestively. 
“You’re gonna pay me to help you fuck my brother?”
“No, i’m going to return the favour; i’ll help you fuck his best friend.” You raised your eyebrows at her. “You be a bitch to me, we have a fight, blah blah.” She grabbed her mascara, waving it around as she detailed her plan. “Then we refuse to share a tent, your brother’s very thoughtful best friend offers to swap tents with me—you fuck him, I fuck Minho. Happily ever after.” 
“Why the fuck would I want you to help me fuck Chan?”
“Oh come on, can we drop the playing dumb thing. Are you helping me or not?” She turned to start applying her mascara while you considered. You actually thought they’d make a cute couple. You’d never really seen your brother with a serious girlfriend before, but it was pretty clear to you he had a soft spot for your Sana.
“Will you swear not to tell me a single fucking thing that happens in that tent?”
“Oh so you don’t wanna hear all the details about how I blow your broth-”
“Alright, not helping you.”
“Okay! I swear. Won’t mention it ever in my life. I’ll be your loyal friend forever and you can be my maid of honour at our wedding.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy in love with your hot brother.”
Your phone started vibrating on the bed next to you. “It’s Minho, shut up unless you want him to hear you.” You answered the call, jumping up to look out your friend’s bedroom window. “Yeah?”
“We’re here, you ready?” 
“Yeah, be right down.” You ended the call and grabbed your bag from the end of the bed.
“They’re here? We haven’t discussed how we’re going to fight.” Sana dropped her mascara into her makeup bag then went to grab her stupidly oversized bag from the bed. 
“I’ve gotta be a bitch to you right? I’m sure I can manage that. You just overreact—be a drama queen—you’ll be a natural.”
Something hit your back as you turned to leave the room. “Ow!” You turned to see a small pouch on the ground, like the one you used to carry your tampons around. 
“Condoms. Be safe.” She grinned. You grabbed it, stuffing it in your bag. 
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“Oh my god. How much shit did you bring?” You were attempting—and failing—to cram your bag into the footrest in the backseat. One of the three seats in the back was already occupied by a pile of sleeping bags and miscellaneous crap. 
“Just what we needed,” your brother replied from the driver's seat. 
You grabbed a badminton racket sticking out from the pile of shit spilling over the backseat headrests, “Badminton?”
“That’s Chan’s.” 
The second Minho said his name, a hand rested on the small of your back, startling you. 
“Sorry, just me. Your skirt was— uh…riding up.” Chan said, his hand dropping from your back as you pulled your head from the car. You turned to face him.
“Oh, was it? Oops, thanks.” 
“I was just looking for a spot for this.” He held up your friend’s very large bag, his biceps flexing. He was wearing a t-shirt; thank god for the hot weather. It was also a good sign for your friend’s firewood chopping fantasies. 
“There’s no space. Sana will have to have it with her in the front.”
“I can’t, it’ll crush me,” she protested, already comfortable in the front passenger seat. She had caught up with you just as you reached the front door, throwing herself against it—refusing to move until you’d promised to let her sit in the front with Minho. “Whatever”, you’d told her. You’d learned many years ago to pick your battles wisely. Which is why you weren’t going to fight over this bag situation. 
“Fine, we’ll make it fit back here.” You stepped back to let Chan attempt to cram it into the already full backseat. He leaned into the car, resting one of his knees on the seat as he tried to stuff the bag in. You watched as his t-shirt rode up his back—skin peaking out between the hem and his shorts. 
“Yeah, this isn’t gonna work,” he said. You peaked over his shoulder, he’d shoved the bag as far as he could but it was still taking up the majority of the middle seat.
“She’ll just have to sit on your lap.” Sana said. 
“What? No, it’ll have to go at your feet.” Chan apparently thought this was a battle worth fighting. 
“It won’t fit, and I can’t sit with that on me for an hour. It’s probably heavier than her.” 
You made eye contact with your friend over Chan’s shoulder—she grinned at you just as Chan turned away from her. 
“I'm not sure that’s a good idea…” Chan protested, standing outside of the car now—one hand on the roof of the car. 
“Oh just get the fuck in the car,” your brother grumbled. “I'm going to suffocate without the aircon on.” Apparently, he was the deciding voice because Chan gave you a quick look up and down and then lowered himself into the car. You watched as he put his seatbelt on and then placed each of his hands at his sides—looking extremely uncomfortable. Sighing, you smoothed your skirt down over your ass and lowered yourself into his lap—closing the car door behind you. 
“You alright?” His mouth was so close to your ear, you could feel his breath brush against your skin as he spoke. You were fucked. 
You adjusted yourself in his lip, the skin on the back of your thighs against his. “Yeah, all good.” 
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You couldn’t take much more of this. “How long til we’re there?” You asked Minho, shifting yourself as you spoke. 
“20 minutes,” he replied, glancing into the rear view mirror. “You need a break? I can pull over. I just saw a rest stop sign.”
“Ugh, yeah. I just need to stretch my legs. Chan probably does too.” 
Sana had been flirting with your brother for the past 40 minutes—and he’d let her. Which by your brother's standards may as well have been a marriage proposal. You didn’t know which you needed a break from more—Chan’s lap or their flirting. He’d grabbed your waist about 10 minutes earlier after you’d readjusted yourself one too many times. He hadn’t said anything though. In fact, he hadn’t spoken the entire trip—his hands remaining by his sides up until 10 minutes ago. 
“I could use a break, yeah.” His breath tickled your ear again. 
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You splashed water on your face in the tiny public restroom sink as your friend spoke to you in a hushed tone. “Right, we should do it now. Just look upset as we leave the bathroom and follow my lead.” 
“I want the pink top.”
“What?”
“Your pink top that I'm always complimenting you on. That’s my price.”
“I thought your price was not hearing all the hot details about how I fuck your brother tonight.”
“That still stands.”
“You’re really still gonna act like I'm not also doing you a favour?” She reached over to pick a strand of hair off your shirt. “How was it? Sitting on his lap.” 
“Uncomfortable.”
“Did he get a boner?” She was smiling now, shaking her hand until the strand of hair detached itself from her fingers.
“No.” 
“You sure? You know he’s obsessed with you? Minho told me.”
“No he didn’t.”
“He did so—the weekend we had the Harry Potter marathon. He said he didn’t mind if you two hooked up but Chan is apparently stressed the fuck out about it. He got all broody when Minho confronted him. Apparently he thinks you’re too innocent for him.”
When you said nothing your friend smiled and undid a button on your polo shirt. “You got this.” She said, before turning and marching out of the bathroom. You looked down at your cleavage peeking out the top of your shirt then looked in the dirty mirror, “I’ve got this.” You followed your friend. 
“I can’t believe you! You’re being a bitch.” She spun around when you were in earshot of the two men leaning against the car. Right, the fight. 
“Oh stop being dramatic for once in your life.”
“Dramatic?” She took a few steps towards you—her back to the car—and poked you in the chest, winking at you as she did. “I’ll show you dramatic.” 
“Hey! What’s going on?” Chan was walking towards you both.
“She’s being a total fucking bitch! I’m not sharing a tent with her.” Your friend marched past him towards your brother. 
“What?” Chan reached where you were standing. “What happened?”
“She’s being dramatic, I didn’t do anything.” You took a step towards him and watched his eyes drop to your cleavage before snapping back to your face. 
“Alright, well just… let’s just go. We have to get there before it gets dark.” He held his hand out towards the car, prompting you to take the lead. Your brother was still learning against the driver's door. 
“You good?”
“Yeah, just a stupid fight. It’s fine.” You pulled the back door open and your brother turned to do the same. “If you say so,” he muttered. 
When Chan was climbing into the backseat you undid one more button before climbing in after him, making no attempt to ensure your skirt was tucked under your ass as you did. You pushed yourself back against him, your ass directly over his crotch this time. 
“You all good back there?” Your brother asked as he started the car. 
“Yeah, I'm comfortable.” You answered, catching the corner of your friend's mouth curve up. 
Chan’s hand’s went straight to your waist. “You sure?”
“Mm.” You leaned your head back against his shoulder, giving him a clear view down your shirt. “Kinda tired though.”
He cleared his throat, “Only 20 minutes left, we can set up the tents straight away.” He reassured you, then louder he asked your brother. “20 minutes right?”
“Yeah, more like 30 actually.” 
“30.” Chan repeated, hands dropping from your waist. 
“I’m not too heavy am I?” you asked. 
“No, I just– No, you’re fine.” 
“Fine?” 
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” 
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Chan had sat dead still until you’d climbed out of the car at the campsite, hands remaining at his side. Sana had kept her act up, refusing to talk to you and repeating her refusal to share a tent with you. No one had suggested swapping yet and you’d helped your brother set up one of the tents while the other two worked on the other. The guys had gone to grab some stuff from the car while you and Sana set up the site. 
“We might have to revert to my plan,” you said, both of you on speaking terms again as long as the men were out of earshot. 
“Your plan?” Your friend asked, unfolding one of the camping chairs. 
“Knocking Chan out and dragging him into the woods.”
She sighed. “They’ll suggest swapping. If Minho doesn’t, Chan will. I saw his face the last 10 minutes before we arrived; he looked like he was in physical pain.”
“Maybe he was. It probably hurt having me on his lap for an hour.” 
“I noticed you undid another button.” Your friend gave you a knowing look.
“Shut up.”
She laughed, then looked past your shoulder. “Oh fuck, they’re coming back. Look upset.” 
“If this works, I'm using it in my speech at your wedding.”
“Now I've got you talking about our wedding.” 
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“I’ll swap with you,” Minho suggested, much to your friends' chagrin. 
“No offence, but I'm not sharing a tent with Chan.” Your friend crossed her arms across her stomach. “I don’t know you well enough for that…sorry.”
“Right well, me and you then.” Minho pointed between himself and Sana. 
“Alright,” she sounded suitably neutral about it. 
“Wait-” Chan sat forward in the camping chair. 
“It’s okay,” You touched his arm, reaching over from where you were sitting next to him. “Really. I don’t mind.” 
His eyes flicked between yours a few times and then he leant back and returned his can to his lips. You watched his throat as he swallowed. 
“I’m going for a walk.” You stood up. 
“Alone? It’s getting dark,” Minho said. He was leaning over the fire, turning the meat he was cooking. 
“I won’t be long.”
“I’ll come.” Chan stood from his chair, dropping his empty can into the plastic bag beside him. 
“I was just going to go down and have a look at the beach.” You watched as he grabbed a black cap from his bag, smoothing his hair back and putting it on backwards—keeping the hair off his forehead. He’d grown it out a little recently. It flopped over his forehead in curls. You often had to resist the urge to brush it out of his eyes. 
“Sweet, I wanted to take a look anyway.” He looked up, catching you watching him. You turned and marched quickly towards the dirt track that led to the beach. 
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“Do you think I'm pretty?” You’d been sitting silently on the beach, watching the sun go down over the horizon.
Chan’s hand froze where he’d been drawing patterns in the sand. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Minho’s always gotten so much attention from girls… and then there’s me…” While your brother had never been in a serious relationship, he’d had plenty of options. In high school you’d known multiple girls who had openly asked you about him—if he was single. 
“You… you really shouldn’t be talking to me about this.”
“Why?”
“You’re…I mean you’re… my best friend’s little sister. I can’t talk about this with you.” He looked out over the orange horizon. “We should get back.” He stood, holding his hand out for you. “The food’s probably getting cold.”
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“I do think you’re pretty.” Chan's voice broke the heavy silence in the tent. Your friend had helped Minho with the dishes and then promptly put on a show of being exhausted and disappearing into the tent—Minho following shortly after. You were definitely going to be teasing them about this at their wedding. 
“You do?” You didn’t move as you spoke, keeping your gaze fixed to the roof of the tent. 
“Of course I do. I shouldn’t…at least, I shouldn’t be telling you I do.” 
“I won’t tell.” You rolled onto your side, watching him stare at the roof—hands supporting his head. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, the sides open down to his last rib. “It’s my brother, isn't it? He’s why you think you shouldn't tell me.” 
“It’s not just that.” You watch his chest rise and fall, waiting for him to continue. “You’re too… sweet. You aren’t for me.” 
You sat up before speaking, “You don’t want me?”
His hands moved from behind his head to cover his face. He groaned. “Fuck. Stop doing this to me… please.” 
“Doing what?”
He sat up abruptly. “This.” He gestured broadly. “All of it. Looking like that, speaking to me like that. I can’t have you, you aren’t mine. I can’t have you. Stop… making it harder for me.” 
“You can.” You moved your hand to his arm slowly, as if he might spook. “I want to be yours.” You crawled into his lap, his eyes locked onto yours. “Please.” He reached up and touched your lips with his thumb, finger tucked under your chin.
“You’re torturing me,” he whispered.
“Please,” you repeated. His thumb pushed between your lips, his eyes fixed on them. Pulling his thumb from your mouth he traced down your neck with his fingers, stopping at the neck of your t-shirt. You brought your lips to his softly, barely touching. “Please,” you repeated again.
Before you could process what was happening his hands were holding your head and he was pressing his mouth into yours desperately. “Shouldn’t,” he muttered into your mouth, “I can't do this.” He wrapped his arms around you and laid you down onto his sleeping bag, mouth remaining attached to yours. “Shouldn’t…” He kept muttering to himself until you felt him start to grind himself into you, “Too sweet… aren’t you… too sweet for me… fuck… have to stop…” He made no move to stop, and when you reached down to pull his shirt over his head, he let you—attacking your mouth again as soon as he was free. “This okay?” Kiss. “Tell me to stop.” Kiss. “Should stop.”
“Don’t. Please.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping him against you. 
“You have to be quiet, hm? Stay nice and quiet for me, sweetheart.” He grabbed at the hem of your oversized t-shirt, pulling it up over your bare breasts. “Fuck.” He covered each of your tits with his hands. “Fuck, can’t do this.” He moved his mouth to lick your skin between each breast, and then he moved to sucking on each nipple. “Sweet… knew you were sweet.” He pulled his mouth away and started massaging your breasts as he was speaking, “Saw these down your shirt while you were on my lap. Did you know? I shouldn’t have looked… couldn’t help it…” 
“Channie… please…” 
“Shhh.. shhh.. i’ve got you… don’t want the others to hear us do we? Hm?” He reached into your underwear, fingers moving through your folds. “Bet you’re sweet down here too…” He moved down your body and pulled your shorts down your legs slowly—kissing the skin on your thighs as he went. “Can I have a taste? Want to taste you… wanted to taste you for years…”
“I want you inside…” You pulled at his hair. 
“Can’t. No condom.” He said, sounding distracted as he pulled your shorts off your legs. 
“I have some.”
He snapped his eyes to yours. “You… you brought condoms?” 
“I-I wasn’t going too. I just thought-” He crawled up your body and leaned over you to press his lips to your neck. “Naughty girl,” he whispered. “You gonna let me fuck you? Let me have you?”
“My bag… they… they’re in my bag.”
“Fuck… I shouldn’t…” He lifted his head to look into your eyes. You lifted your arm to brush the hair away from his eyes and lifted your head so you could kiss his lips softly. “I’m going to hell.” He muttered, then crawled over to your bag. “Where are they?” 
“In a small red pouch, in the pocket on the side.” You watched him dig through the bag. 
He crawled back over to you, red pouch in his hand. “Tell me to stop now. We can stop now. I can stop.” 
“No.” You sat up and pulled your shirt over your head then you sat back on your ass so you could wiggle your underwear down before pulling them off your legs and throwing them to the side. Chan was silent. You turned yourself so he was between your legs and watched his face as you slowly parted your knees. His eyes fixed themselves on your cunt. You reached down and stroked your finger through your folds. 
He fell forward onto his elbows, breath tickling you as he spoke, “pretty…” he kissed your cunt, “little…,” another kiss, “pussy… so sweet…” he dragged his tongue through your folds—you whined. His hand covered your mouth, “Shhhh…. sweetheart… stay nice and quiet for me. Gonna fuck you, promise—just need to taste you first.” You moaned into his palm as he made out with your cunt, the slurping sounds he was making turning your cheeks pink. Thank God the tents weren't directly next to each other. It would be a miracle if the other two hadn’t heard anything even from the distance they were at. You were squirming and grabbing at his hair, struggling to stay quiet. He pulled his head up—releasing your mouth so you could answer him when he spoke, “You want me to fuck you? Tell me.” 
“I-I want you… to fuck me, please.” 
“Yeah?” He grabbed the small red pouch and opened it, “Watch me put this on, sweetheart.” Pulling a single wrapped condom out of the pouch, he tore it open—then looking up to see you still on your back, he prompted you again. “Come on, watch me.” He was kneeling—you propped yourself up on your elbows so you could see him. “Look at my cock. See how it’s all hard for you, hm?” You watched him stroke himself. “Look at what you’ve done to me.” He rolled the condom down himself. “Can you be quiet for me? Or do I need to cover your mouth again?” He began rubbing the tip of his cock over your cunt, eyes fixed on where he was preparing to enter you.
“I can be quiet.”
“Good girl.” He pushed into you, his body falling over yours as he bottomed out. “Fuck… thought about this all day… thought about pushing your little panties aside and fucking my cock into you while you sat on my lap.” He sat back on his heels so he could watch where you were joined—resting his palm on your lower stomach. “I’m inside you, sweetheart. Your little pussy feels so good around me, just like I knew it would.”
“Were you really thinking that in the car?”
He looked up to your face then slowly pulled himself out to the tip and entered you again. You gripped his hand where it was resting on your stomach. “I did. Does it make you feel naughty? Sitting on my lap like that when I was thinking such bad things…” He started fucking into you, hard and fast enough that your tits bounced with each thrust. “Fuck, look at your pretty tits. I’m going to fucking hell. I’m fucked.” He covered your body with his again, his face hovering over yours. You watched the chain around his neck swing as he moved. “I can’t have you just once… you’re mine now, right? Tell me you’re mine.” 
“I’m yours. I’m yours… Chan… i’m-” 
“Mine.” His elbows framed your head, trapping you beneath him. He dropped his mouth to yours, grinding himself into you. “So sweet,” he murmured into your mouth, “my sweetheart, hm?” He reached down to your clit, “Need you to milk my cock, sweetness… cum around my cock… wanna feel you clench around me… go on….” you covered your mouth with your own hands as you came, attempting to stifle the sound. He groaned, “Fuck, that’s it.” He sat back on his heels again and gripped your hips, fucking himself into you—his eyes fixed on your tits. “Gonna keep you… have to keep you now, sweetheart…” He closed his eyes as he came, his hips stuttering into you as he attempted to draw it out. 
You reached down to grab one of his hands as he pulled himself out of you, “Did you mean it?” you asked, breathing still erratic. He dropped down beside you, staring up at the roof again. You listened to him pant as he caught his breath, then he spoke, “Yeah, I'm keeping you.”
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welcome to my reading list of minghao ficts!i'm actually so sad that i can't find more...
FICTS ! ✧*。
Avant-Garde (fluff, college au, painter!hao) by @hoyoungy
Glacial Pace (smut, friends to lovers) by @wonusite
Home Yet? (smut, established relationship) by @idyllicdeco
Felix Felicis (fluff, slytherin!minghao) by @blue-jisungs
Rush Hour (smut, enemies to lovers) by @lovelyhan
Attracted to You (smut) by @cheolhub
All Mine (smut) by @cheolhub
F* Me, Emo Boy (smut) @sunnylovespickles
Chèrie (smut, duke!minghao) by @venerex
Art Project (smut, fluff) by @1-800-hwahui
Monitor Me (smut, camboy!minghao) by @sunnylovespickles
Deadly Sin (smut, horror, demon!minghao) by @onlymingyus
Longing of a Noble's Daughter (smut, angst, royal au) by @sunnylovespickles
Oh, My! (smut) by @toruro
Now or Never The Series (smut) @heartkyeom
Bloody Kisses (smut, vampire!minghao) by @duhnova
Once Bitten (smut, contains blood) by @sluttywonwoo
Blocked Contacts (fluff, jealous hao) by @jae-bummer
Kiss Me Thru The Phone (smut) by @number1mingyustan
Wild With You (smut) by @beahae
Dress, Preview (smut) by @ally-127
Erotic Humiliation (smut) by @bitchlessdino
Wildest Dreams (smut, angst, moviestar!hao) by @rubyreduji
Zen (fluff, smut) by @playmetheclassics
Coffee at Christmas (fluff, smut) by @sluttyminghao
Playing Cupid (smut) by @sluttywonwoo
04.18 am (fluff, smut, pianist!minghao) by @number1mingyustan
Fixer Upper (smut, friends to lovers) by @seungkwansphd
Tamed Studies (minghao x male!reader) @flwrboi
Paint Me in Gold (fluff, semi royal, ghost au) by @starryse
Take it Like a Good Girl (smut, ft.mingyu) by @pussy-potions
Home for The Holidays (fluff, smut) by @bangchanswolfpelt
Wrong Turn (smut, vampire!minghao) by @meltwonu
Leave it On The Runway (smut, model!hao) by @kpop-hive
Galaxies Away (romance, angst, nerd!hao) by @dianalikecats
A Thousand Words Left Unsaid (angst, heartbreak) by @twogyuu
The Party Chronicles (smut) by @bitchlessdino
Thank You (smut, ft.jun) by @peachybun-bun
DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*。
just minghao's hands appreciation (posted by @uremoangel)
minghao de-stress you with oral (fluff, smut) by @nsfwhao
soft sex (fluff, smut) by @toruro
please (smut) by @pussy-potions
kinktober drabble (smut, minghao is a sex store worker) by @sluttyminghao
fucking + praising (fluff, smut) by @gfcheol
aftercare (nsfw-ish, soft) by @gfcheol
flying & fucking (smut) by @toruro
minghao as pussy slapper (smut) by @toruro
hard dom!hao + spanking (smut) by @onlyhuis
accidental stimulation (fluff, smut) by @wildfluwer
one more time (fluff, smut) by @onlymingyus
hao kissing your tears during sex (fluff) by @toruro
light-feather praises (nsfw) by @venerex
bedtime tea (fluff, comfort) by @venerex
how i'd do? (smut) by @onlymingyus
[20:13] (filthy, iykyk) by @trash-hours
on your knees (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
passionate sex (smut) by @sluttywonwoo
slow down, look at me (smut) by @jeongwife
freakily good with his hands (smut)
corruption kink (smut) 2nd ver
fingering (smut, fluff tho)
you have to be quiet (smut)
when it's cold outside (fluff)
that's sick ! (fluff)
fucking with your hands tied (smut)
want to see cherry blossoms (fluff)
let me take care of you (fluff, comfort)
hurry up (smut, sub!minghao)
jealous sex (smut)
minghao's kinks headcanon (nsfw)
horny dom!hao (nsfw)
fucking with racer!minghao (smut)
art exhibition (smut)
a-z nsfw with minghao
drawing body paint on your thighs (nsfw)
sucking his on kitchen counter (nsfw)
daddy sugar!minghao (smut)
my muse (smut, sub!minghao)
paparazzi!minghao (smut)
smut, 3.5k- yeah, that's it.
wake up early (very fluff, also smut)
blade of hearts (smut)
butterfly (fluff, smut)
sir!minghao (smut)
last (implied mature themes)
maniac (smut)
wanna hold your hand (smut, fluff)
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bambheez · 1 year
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round two — l.hs
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PAIRING: virgin!heeseung x experienced!reader (afab) GENRE: smut (minors dni), fluff if you squint WARNINGS: sub!heeseung, dom!reader, loss of virginity, oral sex (m. receiving), slight corruption kink, cursing WORD COUNT: 2k  A/N: my very first piece of enha writing! all reactions are welcome, but reblogs and comments/feedback are especially appreciated!
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“Please, I’m ready. Can’t wait any longer. Need it right now,” he whined. Heeseung was squirming underneath you, skin hot to the touch as you were perched on top of his lap, pulling his briefs off.
His dick sprung up as you pulled the waistband down. Your eyes widened as you focused on how red his dick is, precum leaking from his tip onto his toned stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this hard before and your core was throbbing at the sight of it.
“Baby, look at how excited you are,” you cooed. “Is this all for me?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.
He looked up at you, eyes briefly moving toward your lips before he remade eye contact. His lips formed a subtle pout, embarrassed about being so worked up, and even more embarrassed about being an inexperienced virgin. 
He reached for your wrist and grabbed it, attempting to move it to his cock for some sort of relief. He didn’t break eye contact with you, and you found it achingly cute how desperate he was for the smallest amount of friction.
You knew how inexperienced he was; he didn’t keep it a secret. From the first time you brought your lips to his, you could tell he had never been kissed before. It took quite some time to build Heeseung’s confidence and courage to where it was now, and he was grateful that you had been so patient with him, despite you being much more experienced. 
You thought his innocence was anything but embarrassing, though. It was endearing to you. You loved whenever he would look at you with his big, shiny doe eyes. You loved that he trusted you with his body and his heart, and he was sure he wouldn’t want to give his virginity to anyone but you.
You began to place open mouthed kisses along his neck, working your way down to his tip resting against his lower belly. You took a kittenish lick at the pooling precum as he inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling.
“Is this okay, Heeseung?” you asked, beginning to wrap your mouth around the head of his cock. You twirled your tongue around, slowly lowering your mouth until you reached about halfway down his length.
“No, I m-mean, yes. No, wait- oh god, I don’t wanna cum like this.” He placed his hands on your shoulders, pulling you off his cock. You gave him a look of worry, afraid you’d gone too far.
His eyes were trained on the trail of saliva that formed between your lips and his cock.
“Sorry. I just meant… I want to do the real thing this time. I want you- I wanna make you feel good too,” he slowly trailed off. “But I also, yeah… I just want it really badly. Please.” he whimpered, eyes cloudy and lidded.
“Poor baby just wants me to sit on his cock, yeah? Desperate to cum?” He let out a throaty groan at your words, turning to the side as he felt the heat creep up to his neck and face. 
You were far from composed yourself, however. You were just as desperate, if not more, to sit on his cock and ride it like your life depended on it. You wanted to milk every possible moan and whimper out of Heeseung, for him to experience the most intense pleasure of his life.
You reached over to the bedside table and pulled a condom out from the drawer. You held the packet to Heeseung’s lips and watched his front teeth bite the corner while you slowly pulled down and tore the wrapper open. His sultry look paired with the erotic act of opening the condom had your panties sticking to your folds. 
He let out small grunts as you rolled the condom down his cock, pressing against the base. You got up onto your knees, aligning your entrance with his tip after taking off your underwear and throwing it somewhere across the room.
“Just sit back and relax, okay? I promise I’ll make you feel good.” you whispered against his ear, licking along the shell.
You slowly pushed down, feeling a bit of a stretch. Since you met Heeseung a few months ago, you hadn’t slept with anyone else, and even the stretch of two of his fingers was nowhere near the girth of his cock.
Just as you slid down past the tip, Heeseung let out a moan that sounded like he’d been holding his breath for the past ten seconds. A string of whimpers and soft curses flew from his mouth. He grabbed your thighs and slowed you to a stop.
You attempted to kiss him to distract him, but he kept pulling away to moan against your lips.
“You’re so warm and tight, fuck.” His grip on your thighs tightened before he leaned forward to suck at your chest over your shirt.
You threw your shirt over your head and Heeseung moaned as he swirled his tongue around the skin of your right nipple, a hand groping your left breast and tweaking the bud between his fingers.
“‘m gonna cum if you keep going,” he murmured against your skin. “Can you stay with just the tip for a bit?”
You nodded, pulling off slightly and rubbing your folds along the sides of his cock. You were becoming more and more impatient, desperate for some friction against your clit as you waited for Heeseung to give you the green light.
He continued to nip between your breasts and run his tongue along your skin. After a few minutes, his breaths became less rapid and the twitches of his tip inside you less frequent.
“I think I’m good now,” he said. “Go slow though, please. I wanna make this feel good for you too.”
You brushed your finger through his hair and cupped his cheeks lovingly before you slowly begin to bounce up and down on the top half of his length, your wetness creating a glossy coat on the condom.
Heeseung had his eyes squeezed shut below you, mouth open and letting out some of the prettiest whines you’ve ever heard. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting until his lips are wet and puffy.
You were so wet that you were practically slipping up and down his dick, but you tried not to let your resolve fade.
“Baby, you’re already such a mess and I’ve barely taken you halfway,” you let out, reaching up to pinch at your nipples. “Didn’t you say you wanted to make me feel good?”
“Y-yes, I do, I’m sorry, it just feels so good. You’re so soft and warm, I can’t h-help it,” he breathed.
“Looks like I might have to do some of the work myself,” you hummed, reaching down to thumb at your clit instead.
“N-no! No, wait-” he stopped you before your fingers reach your clit. What you didn’t expect next was for Heeseung to grab onto your waist and push you down, sinking down on the rest of him all at once.
“F-Fucking hell! Oh fuck..” The most guttural moan tumbled past his lips; you’d never heard him moan like this before. The sound shot straight down to your core and his hands from your waist flew to claw at the sheets.
You felt like heaven around him, velvety and hot, like liquid gold. He swore he could never go back after feeling you engulf him so wholly. After this, Heeseung was sure he’d be addicted to the feeling of your pussy hugging his dick and clenching around it.
You felt him twitch inside of you before groaning into your neck, sucking on the skin from your neck to your collarbone.
“Fuck, Heeseung, you’re so big. You’re stretching me out so well. I can feel you so deep inside me.” He filled you up so snugly, like his cock was made to fit inside your pussy. You wanted to ride him so badly, beginning to rise up onto your knees again.
“Don’t move, please. Feels too good, ‘m gonna cum. Don’t wanna cum yet,” he whined into your ear, hugging your waist.
You couldn’t care less at this point. If you didn’t start moving, you would never get the release you wanted. You rose up and down on his cock, watching as Heeseung’s jaw clenched and unclenched, eyes squeezed shut.
Sweat beads were starting to form along his forehead from holding back from cumming. The pleasure was too much for him, laying his head down onto the pillow behind him. 
His hips twitched as he let out moan after moan. He reached his fingers to your clit to help you to your orgasm, desperate to get you off so he could cum with you.
“Fuck, Heeseung, that’s so good,” you moaned, throwing your head back as you continuously rocked back and forth against him, legs beginning to feel sore. You clenched around him as he thumbed at your clit, both of you moaning at the pleasure.
“You’re so good to me, y/n, thank you, thank you, oh f-fuck, I need to cum so badly, please,” he pleaded. 
You could tell he was getting close by the way his abdomen was clenching and his hips were twitching underneath you. You slowed down as you could feel your own climax slowly building up, not wanting to cum quite yet. 
Heeseung took this as a chance to toy with your clit more, speeding up the movements of his fingers, your moans increasing in volume.
“Oh shit, Heeseung! That’s so good, baby, just like that- fuck!” you leaned forward to place your hands on his chest as you felt the knot in your stomach quickly building. With a particular bump against your clit, you flew forward onto Heeseung, walls spasming and clenching around him as the knot inside you snapped.
You moaned against his ear, causing Heeseung’s hips to buck up into you, finally chasing his own high. His arms found their way around your waist again, his groans growing high pitched. You continued to push back down onto him as you came down from your own high, wanting to help him with his. His teeth grazed along your collarbones and you audibly squeaked when you felt him fill the condom and bite down on your neck simultaneously.
He groaned and whimpered against your skin, a string of curses following. You shuddered against him as you both came down from your highs, his hips still occasionally twitching against yours.
You brought your head up and peered down at him. His bangs covered his forehead and bits of his eyes, which looked up at you lovingly. He truly had stars in his eyes and you had never felt so special before this soft, dream-like boy trusted you with his entirety.
“I’m so proud of you, pretty boy.” you whispered against his lips. He blushed at the new nickname and hid his face in your hair. “You did so well for me, and you made me feel so good.”
“I can do even better next time, I promise y/n. I’ll try to last longer. And I’ll make you cum multiple times, and we can go two- or even three rounds,” he rushed. You laughed, brushing his cheek with your thumb.
“Heeseung, no- it’s okay. We have all the time in the world. We can take it step by step. We could even go without a condom next time, if you wa-”
“Wo-woah, what? Without a condom?” He sat up against you, pupils blown wide with a hint of curiosity laced with something else you couldn’t quite place your finger on. You winced as he moved around while still being inside of you.
“Yeah, I’m on birth control. I just chose to go with a condom so you had something to look forward to for next time,” you chuckled amusingly.
“Oh fuck, sorry…” he whispered as his face visibly reddened. You weren’t sure what he was apologizing for until you felt him slowly harden inside of you.
He looked at you sheepishly before you pulled him into a heated kiss. In between catching breaths, you mouthed against his lips, “How about we go for that round two right now? Without a condom?”
He threw his head back in a moan.
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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years
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ruin you
summary || you think this failed mission is Lloyd’s fault. Lloyd thinks you need to learn some fucking manners.
warnings || dom!Lloyd . dom/sub dynamics. hate fucking. power imbalance. unprotected sex. creampie. degradation. praise kink. humiliation. daddy kink. wall sex. corruption kink. choking. filthy Lloyd. asshole Lloyd. brat tamer Lloyd. a lot of dirty talk. dacryphilia. petnames. horny thots. enemies to lovers. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!
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“This is all your fault!” You huffed as you carelessly deposited your sack on the floor. “My fault?” Lloyd squinted his eyes calculatingly. “Yes! We had Six but because of your arrogance and your inability to control your anger, we lost him!” You pressed your fingers to your aching head.
“I didn’t hear you. Say it again.” He sarcastically pressed a hand to his ear to hear better. His eyes were shining with pure malice and you took a step back in shock. You knew he was a bit crazy, but this behaviour was absolutely insane. Now you knew why he was fired from the agency this early.
“Listen, I don’t wanna fight. I just wanna get this job done and I’m sure you want that too.” You sighed as you headed towards your room in the vast penthouse. It was Lloyd, everything had to be grand, even the nightly stay.
“But that doesn’t mean I can let you talk to me like that.” The command in his voice made a shiver run down your spine. “I told you I don’t wanna fight, but that also doesn’t mean that you can look down on me. I’m an agent, and I’ve lasted in the agency much longer than you, so if someone is superior, it is me.”
“Oh really? Because if that was true, then your ‘agency’ wouldn’t have come to me begging on their knees to catch a fucking rogue.” He added fingers quotations. You knew angering him wasn’t a good option, but you were furious. “You know what Lloyd? Fuck you!”
You were about to walk away and relax in your room, but your plans were thwarted when you found Lloyd’s hand around your throat. He truly travelled with lightning speed as he pressed you against the wall. You couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping your lips.
His face lightened with a knowing smirk and you closed your eyes in shame. It was a dirty fantasy buried deep inside you, or so you had thought. Lloyd was handsome, despite that trashstache, or rather with it. And you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasised about him for the last few nights.
“Didn’t know you were in such freaky shit.” He whispered in your ear. You chewed on your lip and tried looking anywhere but his eyes. “Look at me.” He pressed his fingers into your jaw and turned your head towards him. “Do you like this?” You just shrugged at his question. “I’m serious.”
What you didn’t expect him to do was press his hard length against your leg to show just how serious he was. “Oh.” You gasped. “Yeah. So you like it? Cuz I have some ideas.” He comically winked and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t in this position.
“Yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it just fine. “Not so uptight now huh?” You gulped as you already knew you were going to get the ride of your life. You gasped like a fish when he quickly turned you around and held you to the wall by your shoulders.
“Arch that back for me baby.” His words were a cruel mockery, and yet you were getting off on it. You did as he said and he pulled your pants down, revealing your ass to him. He ran his huge palm over your butt and hummed thoughtfully. “Now daddy’s gotta discipline you baby. Hold tight.”
That was all the warning you got before his hand came crashing down on your ass. You squirmed in the place, but he held your tighter. “I told you to stay still, do you wanna five more by being a brat?” You couldn’t really remember if he said that, but he tried your best nevertheless.
He smacked your other cheek and you bit your lip to stop the whimper from spilling through. Your face was pushed to the side and he clear saw that. “I wanna hear you scream.” He whispered in your ear before spanking you in quick succession. His signet ring was leaving behind a cool impression. “Oh my god Lloyd!”
“I didn’t hear that. Say it again. And this time, say it right.” He repeated his previous words. Your fingers uselessly curled onto the wall and each slap to your rear was sending electric pleasure up your nerves. Lloyd wasn’t a name to be moaned so it was better to call him what he wanted. And you definitely hadn’t thought about it before, nope.
“I’m sorry daddy!” You squealed. Your ass was positively burning by now and you were loving the buzz. He pressed his fingers on your heated cheek as he purposely squeezed it. “Hmm. Now that’s a good girl. You gotta remember that you aren’t the superior here. All I have to do is spank that bratty ass of yours and you turn into daddy’s whore.”
His lewd words were making you feel things you couldn’t possibly describe. There was a joy in submission that you hadn’t ever felt before and likely wouldn’t ever feel after. “Aww are you getting all shy one me? I bet you’re fucking wet like a slut down there, aren’t you?”
His fingers dipped into your folds and you moaned when his fingers rubbed over your swollen clit. “I thought you had better manners than that. No worries though, I’ll teach you. When I ask you something, you answer. Now be a good girl and say, yes daddy.”
“Yes daddy.” You followed his order. You spread your legs further apart to give him better access as he rubbed your folds. He rubbed tight circles over your sensitive nub and you shuddered. He ensured you were thoroughly wet before entering you with two thick fingers.
Your legs shook as he set a hard pace in fingering you. You tried holding onto the smooth wall before curling your fingers in his navy blue jacket. He pumped his fingers fast and hard and you could hear the lewd noise it made. “You hear that squelch? I really think you wanted this to happen.” He mocked.
His hand had slipped down to your hips and he was holding you in position as he fucked you with his fingers. Your entire body was shaking with the precision of this act. He scissored his fingers and you moaned out. He pulled out his fingers before you could cum and you leaned your head against the wall.
You could hear the distinct sound of unzipping and his groans as he pulled out his cock to rub against your folds. He slathered your slick clinging on his fingers to his cock before pushing into you. He didn’t go easy this time and pushed in a single stroke, making you lose balance.
Your eyes rolled back at the stretch as this was probably the thickest cock you’d ever had. You knew his fingers were going to leave bruises behind as he held you tight while ramming into you like a man possessed. His heavy grunts and moans were music to your ears.
“Good girl.” Your breath hitched at his praise. “Taking my fat cock so well, as if you were made just for it.” His thrusts were unrelenting and hard. “You shouldn’t worry your pretty little head going after big cases when you can do just this, keep my cock warm.”
You were standing on your tip toes and you could feel his pants against your heated ass and all this only added to the sensations crawling up your spine. Lloyd was nailing your spot perfectly and fucking little whimpers and moans out of you.
You could feel yourself getting closer to your release and you clenched down on Lloyd. “Are you gonna cum, princess? You gonna cum on daddy’s cock? I can feel you squeezing my cock so well. Go ahead and cum for me baby.”
You hadn’t ever thought you’d cum on command, but here you were writhing on Lloyd’s cock. Your entire body trembled and you probably babbled nonsense as you rode the high of your orgasm. You felt like a firecracker set by Lloyd.
“Gonna cum in you. Gonna keep you full and dripping with me.” He gave a shout as he came inside you while you were still riding the aftershocks. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he started losing rhythm of his thrusts and settled deep within you.
You both panted hard as you stood still without moving. You could feel his cum leaking from the side of his cock despite it plugging you up. You let out a long breath as he pulled out slowly. You leaned your head against the wall thinking this was over, but how wrong you were.
Lloyd bent a little and spread your folds apart to see his cum dripping out of you. He dipped his fingers in the mess and you squirmed with sensitivity. He swapped up the mixture of his cum and your slick and brought it front of your mouth and obediently let him push it past your lips.
“Good girl. Just one session and you’re learning so well.” You closed your eyes and mindlessly sucked. You didn’t even realise that a few tears had slipped past your eyes until Lloyd licked the tear tracks. “But you have so much to learn, and the night’s still young.”
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mrvlbimbo · 2 years
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AHHH EDDIE MUNSON LITERALLY OWNS ME HOLY FUCK
this is a request btw but if you dont wanna this could easily just be us geeking abt this beautiful man
okok sO y/ns like this good girl teachers pet-- pleated skirts and mary janes and all-- with straight a's and she's sent to tutor eddie bc man is failing with a capital F so they're studying in her pink room with a bunch of awesome stuffies (in my head a lot of them are dragons and gargoyles and eddie's nerdy lil heart fricken explodes but this is just me being stupid in love) and he has full intention to do absolutely zERO work
(corruption kink and dom!eddie if you couldn't tell by now jdjjd)
and the whole time he's just teasing her (cough degrading her cough) and flirting with her (cO U G H praising her ahem) and- oops now they're fucking *acts shocked*
fin
(also i'm 19 minors pls away away *sprays you with water*)
oh gosh. This is filth, genuinely. I don't know how I wrote this with a straight face. I need to go to confession or smthn.
content: innocence kink, unprotected sex, creampie, improper use of a study date, I literally never know what to put in this part, not proofread bc I'm lazy
Eddie paced around the delightfully pink room, taking note of how the frilly edge of the bedspread matched the girl spread out on top of it to a tee.
In his dreams this is exactly how her room looked, sans the adorable stuffed animals that even he couldn’t have conjured up in his imagination. He plucked one off the bed, inspecting it carefully as if it were some precious item. "Your room is uh...cute,” he commented.
“Oh jeez. I mean to put those away before you got here.” She shook her head and her bottom lip between her teeth, coaxing the stuffed animal out of his hand and carefully setting it back on the bed.
“I think they’re cute. Didn’t take you for a bat girl though,” he teased, gesturing to her large collection of unorthodox stuffed animals. It was made up of mostly bats, with a few dragons and other miscellaneous fantasy creatures.
“Oh yeah. I wanted to rip the head off of one of them, ya know as a reference to Ozzy Osborne, but my mom said it was too vulgar.”
"You're cute too,” he said confidently. She had noticed the way she looked at him in class and when their teacher paired them together to help get his grade up, he knew it was his chance to make a move.
"Hm?” She hummed.
“You’re cute too. Like the bats.” His voice pitched slightly, still unsure of his actions. She sat on the edge of her bed, blinking up at him with wide sparkling eyes.
She shook her head, looking away and hiding the shy smile on her face. “Oh. I don’t think-“
“Aw. Why are you getting shy on me now?” he teased, cupping her face. His thumb brushed over her lip, pushing its way into her mouth when her lips gaped slightly.
“Mmmm,” she whined around his finger, looking up at him though her fluttering lashes with an innocent and confused gaze.
“Lookit you. All innocent and yet you’re sucking my finger like a-"
She tongued his finger out of her mouth, pushing it away harshly and whining the residual drool off her face. “Eddie. We need to study," she warned.
“Alright, baby. Whatever you want. How about you sit on my lap so we can focus on each other better?” He sat in her bed, back against her headboard. He waited comfortably for her answer.
“O-ok.” She hesitantly straddled his lap, knees shaking to hold her a respectable distance above him.
He gripped her waist, tugging her hips down to meet his so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. “So. Tell me about the Pythagorean theorum.”
“Basically…” She droned on about the sides of a triangle and how they all related to each other. Her voice stuttered slightly when his hands fell from her waist down to her thighs, pushing up her skirt and digging his fingers into the flesh of her legs.
“Mhm, keep going. Did I say you could stop?” he asked, his voice innocent enough but he was clearly mocking her.
“Why is your lap so hard?” She questioned, hips stuttering and involuntarily rubbing against him.
“Because someone is soaking right though their panties onto my cock,” he chastised, running two fingers over the seam of her and feeling the wetness seep through.
“I didn’t mean-“ she started to apologize but she was quickly interrupted.
"If you're gonna get them all wet, you don't really need them do you?" he asked, hooking his fingers into the band and tugging it back. The fabric snapped back against her skin, causing a whimper to leave her lips.
"Uh, no. I guess not," she replied slowly. Before she could finish he was already prying the underwear off her body, gently sliding them down her legs.
She whined when she pressed her uncovered cunt back to the denim of his jeans. His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her tightly to him but stilling any motion she could have made with her hips.
“Aw, none of that. Do you want me to help?” He asked, slipping one hand down to grip her ass and squeeze.
“You’re gonna make me feel better?” she whimpered, a pleading look in her eyes.
He could already feel her wetness dripping onto his lap, easily sliding two fingers into her. “Yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good," he cooed, curling them against her walls. A smooth metal ring bumped against her clit, sending a shiver though her body.
He teased his fingers in and out of her, revealing in the way her body shook violently against him. "Pleeeease," she whined, grinding herself down on his digits when he stopped moving.
"This isn't enough for your greedy pussy?" She didn't respond, instead wailing against the skin of his neck, drool dripping from her mouth against him.
"More." She rolled her hips, seeking out friction from his unmoving fingers.
"Alright. Alright." He slipped his fingers out, making quick work of unzipping his pants and tugging his boxers over his hard cock. The appendage slapped against his stomach, angry reddened tip already leaking with pre-cum.
"Oh. It's pink!" she yelped, fingers ghosting over the shaft as she examined it.
"Y-yep," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around it finally.
She giggled when it twitched against her soft palm, lazily jerking him off and watching the way he reacted.
"You want me to put it in?" he asked, peeling her fingers away and replacing them with his own.
She nodded, lifting her hips so he could run the head of him against the silky wet folds of her cunt. He rubbed the tip around her bundle of nerves, giving an adequate amount of time for her to get desperate.
Finally he settled inside her, bottoming out with only a little pain. He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. By the time he started to gently thrust his hips, her pussy was already drooling around him.
Her legs were shaking, doing no favors In helping her fuck herself on his cock. His hips thrusting up into her were doing most of the work along with his hands cupping her waist and sliding her over him like a pocket pussy.
It was only minutes before she was spasming around him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other was clawing at the neck of his shirt.
"S'good," he slurred, cum spilling inside of her at the same time as she convulsed in pleasure.
"mmmMMm," she moaned, slumping against him, exhausted and drowsy.
"Was that good?" he asked, far too shy for their current situation. Both of their laps were sopping with their combined fluids before he even pulled out.
"Yeah," she murmured, nuzzling her head against his chest affectionally.
"I still don't know the pythagorean theorem," he joked, giving her a little kiss on the forehead. A bit of affection exchanged before he got up to clean them both off.
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onlymingyus · 11 months
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ok but tell me why a part of me thinks that mingyu has a corruption kink like I know we all assume he’s a switch/sub but imagine him knowing you don’t have much experience in well said field and that raises the dom side of him and he wants to show you the ways of we’ll everything lol
Ok so...first of all, apologies for this being in my asks for a while but, corruption kink is one of my favorite things to exist when it comes to Mingyu. Let's play around with why, shall we?
cw; mingyu x f reader, teasing, dirty talk, reader smaller than mingyu, reader wearing a skirt, fingering, pet names, the insinuation of sex and big dick!gyu
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Mingyu is a gentle giant. He loves how small you can be compared to him in every single way, including your personality. The man's personality could fill a room. But, what Mingyu loved the most was how his wink could make you melt from across the room.
His sweet innocent baby. He could see had you watched his teeth getting caught on his bottom lip as he watched you with a drink in his hand. Mingyu had been ready to leave that party the moment had stepped into the room.
Now here you were laid out on his bed, your skirt pooled around your waist, your panties hanging from Mingyu's wrist. You were a vision to behold and most importantly his to ruin. Mingyu watched you nibbling at your lips nervously as your eyes peeked between your legs to watch his fingers run along your inner thigh.
"Such a pretty baby for me. I'm gonna take such good care of you. Keep your legs spread for me, yeah? Let me see this pretty pussy?"
His words were so dirty but they sent a fire right to your core causing you to feel even wetter. Whining out an "Okay..." you swallow hard and drop one leg to the side making Mingyu smirk at you as he trails his fingers over your folds, ghosting them over your warmth.
"There you go. So polite. Are you my good girl?"
Mingyu watches you nod causing him to grin, that big, wide smile that makes you feel like jelly just as you feel his index finger pressing into your tight entrance.
"Oh...oh God. Yeah...yeah I can be. I wanna be for you, Mingyu."
You were saying and doing all the right things to make Mingyu feel like he was going to go insane. You didn't realize how hot you were. You had no idea how much he wanted to bury his face into your wet little pussy and lose every bit of his sanity.
"Fuck, of course, you do. You already are, baby. So damn tight. Gotta open you up for my cock, huh? Don't wanna split my cute little angel apart do I?"
Your cheeks burn, your hips lifting to roll down over Mingyu's fingers as he slips a second finger next to the first. A soft high-pitched moan escapes from your lips along with a breathy, "I--no, I please?"
Mingyu groans leaning down to press a kiss to your plush lips, rolling his hard-clothed cock against your thigh as his fingers scissor into your soft walls.
"Please what?"
Whimpering against Mingyu's lips, you only speak when his kisses move to your neck, your eyes closing to the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm building quickly.
"Please, Gyu. Fuck me."
Mingyu smirks against your neck, his teeth grazing your perfectly unmarked skin before he changes that fact leaving a deep red spot and causing you to whine his name.
"Don't you worry your sweet little head. I'll fuck you so good you won't need anyone else."
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In the DM’s Chair
You drop in on Eddie during Hellfire Club and unintentionally distract him a little, he decides to show you who’s boss.
Eddie x Bambi Masterlist  
Minors DNI
Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Perv!Eddie/Perv!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Corruption Kink, Bondage, Semi-Public Sex/Van Sex, Oral Fixation/Oral (Female Receiving, Mentions of Male Recieving), Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Master, Bambi, Sweetheart), Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Slight Exhibitionism, Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader
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You’re at the diner with Eddie grabbing a bite to eat after another Hellfire Club session. A group of jocks and their girlfriends came in not long after you, celebrating the Tigers latest win. One of the group, you’re not even sure who, manages to bump the waitress as she’s passing your table. 
A glass of water on her tray topples splashing everywhere, leaving a growing wet patch over your chest. There’s apologies all around and the waitress rushes off to grab you some napkins. Eddie’s eyes lock onto your tits as the material becomes translucent.
“Awww, ‘m all wet now.” You pout up at him pinching the rapidly dampening blouse away from your chest.
His eyes snap up to yours and he lets out a low groan, “Fuck… Bambi, I know, I know you didn’t mean it like that… but fuck when you look at me all cute and innocent saying things that sound dirty… goddamn. I just wanna bend you over this table right now anyone that sees be damned.”
You let out a little gasp, “Eddie, you don’t… actually want people to see us, do you?”
“No… no, I know we’d get in trouble, like serious trouble… but it is kinda hot to think about, isn’t it?”
You giggle shyly, looking up at him through your lashes, “Yeah, kinda… does it make you hard? Staring at my tits through my wet shirt. Imagining me bent over the table, skirt flipped up while you just pound into me…You know, I’m actually getting a little wet now… like that.”
“Fuck-ing hell… I… as soon as we’re done here-”
“Your van? The bathroom? No one will see us, but they might hear us.” You offer.
“Van. Definitely the van.” He rips out his wallet and slaps down a handful of cash to cover the bill. He spins in his seat and grabs the edge of the table and the side of the seat, hauling himself out of the booth. He grabs your arm and drags you up from your seat, you pout and protest weakly, “Hey, I didn’t get to finish my milkshake.”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you something better to suck on than that flimsy little straw.”
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You follow after him eagerly, “Yeah?”
He holds the door open for you to pass through nodding his head, “Yeah… I’ll even let you pick what you get to suck on too, as long as you give me a good look at your tits in that wet shirt.”
He walks beside you to his van, you giggle and tease along the way, “Perv.”
“You love it. And you’re just as pervy as me.” He retorts.
“Oh, am I now? No more Miss ‘cute and innocent’, huh?”
“You secretly love that too… I know you. I know your deal. You just fucking love my whole corruption kink thing, don’t ya?” He taunts back with determination.
You clutch a hand to your damp chest dramatically, drawing his eyes back there, “Me? Nooooo, whatever do you mean?”
He lets out a growl and draws you in closer to him pulling you along the rest of the way.
He unlocks the van and takes a breath, “Ok, let me just pull ‘round back. People may get a little suspicious of the van rocking away in the middle of the diner parking lot.”
You give a mock scandalised gasp as he leads you to the back of the van, “Oh, no what would people think? The horrible, evil, devil-worshiping drug dealer corrupting poor, little innocent ‘ol me.”
He opens the door, leaning against it, eyes darting between yours and your chest, “Oh, you’re really trying to get me worked up now, huh? Really playing into that corruption kink? Don’t act like it doesn’t do it for you too.”
You pout looking at him through your lashes, “Oh, but it does sir, you know me too well.”
“You’re fuckin’ right I do. Now get in the back and strip.” He demands. You grin back at him and practically skip into the back of his van.
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He slams the door behind you, palm still on the cool metal, he closes his eyes briefly and sighs before adjusting himself in his jeans.
He wastes no time in lingering there, quickly re-parking his van out of sight. You’ve settled in in the back, amongst the pillows and blankets that he now kept there, plenty of them your own additions and wildly out of place for his style. You’d taken off about as much as your shoes and socks before the doors to the back are opening and he crawls in to join you, capturing your lips in a heated, hurried kiss before breaking away. You look into his lust clouded eyes and he growls, “Thought I told you to strip?”
You give a little smirk before responding, putting on a delicate voice and wide puppy dog eyes, “But Sir… I can’t. What will people think?”
Your scandalised whisper has him groaning, he falters for a moment and you double down crossing your arms over your chest averting your gaze dramatically, “Please don’t look, my shirt’s all wet and I’ve got nothing to preserve my modesty.”
“Fuuuuuck… you wanna play it like this? Fine. We’ll do this.”
You look back to him with a giggle and place a hand on his chest, “You going to ruin me? Strip me off and convince me to let the ‘devil-worshipping drug dealer’ have his way with me? That’s not what good girls do.”
He grabs your wrist giving you a glare, “No good girls don’t, but I’m going to turn you into my good little slut instead.”
You whimper a little as he pulls your arm away from his chest, releasing it to run that hand over your own. His eyes don’t leave your tits, enveloped in the damp fabric of your blouse, until he speaks again, “You got all wet huh, sweetheart? Maybe we should take that off to dry?”
You pout up at him giving him a wordless nod, he in turn begins popping open the buttons of your shirt ever so slowly. Once he has it hanging open loosely, he trails his fingers over the swell of your breast above your lacy little bra, sending shivers over your body. 
You pull yourself free of the blouse, letting it fall away completely. His fingers meet the chain dangling above your cleavage and he pulls you into another heated kiss, grinding himself against you briefly, you gasp into his lips at the feel of his hard length pressing up against you through the fabric of both of your clothing.
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He pulls back to tease, “You gonna help me with that, sweetheart? You gonna let a pervert like me have his way with you?”
You make a sound deep in the back of your throat, nodding in agreement “Hnnnn… yes, sir.”
He chuckles darkly, reaching around you to unclasp your bra, “Not such a good girl now, are you? Giving in so easy…”
You try to buck up into him and he gives you a look, “So, very easy to turn you into a slut, isn’t it?”
“Only for you, sir.” You counter breathily.
“Ffuuuck…” Eddie groans, before scrambling to tear off his own clothing. As he fumbles with his belt and yanks down the zipper of his jeans, he instructs you to take off your skirt too.
You wriggle out of it, letting it pool beneath you where you sit. He pulls his cock out of his boxers stroking himself, taking a few passes and spreading his precum. He releases his length, plunging his hand into your panties, “Shit… Bambi, you weren’t lying. You really are fucking wet.”
You manage a small hum as his fingers tease you, “Mmmhhm… for you… gonna be a good slut, for you.”
He hisses, “Jesus H Christ… please. Let… lemme fuck you…”
“Fucking ruin me.” You gasp against him, pulling him in for another kiss.
He removes your panties hastily barely wasting a second before gripping his cock, lining it up with your needy, dripping cunt and sliding in all at once in a single thrust. The pair of you groan together at the sensation as your hips meet.
He pulls back eyes half-lidded and pants out, “’m not… not gonna last long.”
You grasp at his shoulders desperately and whine as he begins pumping into you, “Me toooo…”
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The van is filled with each of your desperate, pathetic sounds and the wet slap of skin on skin.
He brings a hand down to press into your clit, leaving you gasping, “Ooooohhh fuck… like that.”
He groans, “Yeah? You gonna cum with me? Be a good little slut for me?”
You give an answering moan, “Yesss… cum inside me… let everyone see what a whore you turned me into.”
He gives a strangled cry, thrusts losing any rhythm they once had, his hand pressing against you more insistently, “Wanna feel you cum on my cock… cum for me.”  
Your nails dig into his shoulders as all that tension that had been mounting finally snaps and the slick walls of your channel constrict around him, gripping him tightly over and over. His cock throbs within you, your release triggering his own, the two of you panting heavily.
You fall back into the pile of pillows and blankets and he follows along, collapsing against you. You lay there for a moment both of you still catching your breath, pressed against on another, Eddie’s cock still sheathed inside you. Eddie props himself up a little and catches your gaze, he laughs, you giggle back at him.
“Geez, all that ‘cause someone spilled a bit of water on you, huh?”
You prod at him, “Don’t tease.”
He eases his softening length out of you and flops down beside you before pulling you to lay on top of him.
“Should go around splashing water on you more often.” He taunts.
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 The following week, you have some time to kill before you have to leave for Hellfire Club. You have the house to yourself for now, you’ve been planing a surprise for Eddie, experimenting a bit with self-tying. You decided to test out a couple of ideas, something around your legs, another design around your torso. 
You just couldn’t help but think of him when you spotted his favourite lengths of rope amongst your collection. Picking out the soft, silky ropes you practically skip back to your bed ridding yourself of your clothing along the way. 
Working away meticulously, you ensure everything is symmetrical and more importantly testing the tightness.You move to check your progress on your legs in your mirror and continue there with your chest.
Once you’re happy with everything you do a little twirl and giggle at your reflection, Eddie will love it. You sigh happily at the thought and glance at the clock on your bedside table.
“Oh, shit I’m gonna be late.” You gasp and tug at the knots around your calves, unraveling the rope hurriedly. You struggle with the chest harness you’d constructed around yourself, but there’s no time. You give up grumbling, “Fuck, it’ll just have to stay on.”
You pull on your previously discarded skirt. Ignoring the rumpled top on the floor, you pull out a new blouse, shrugging it on and buttoning it over the silky ties you’d placed on yourself. You scramble for your keys, grasping at the fuzzy little charm on the end and rush out to your car.
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You pull into the Hawkins High parking lot in record time, right next to Eddie’s van. When you burst into the drama room a little out of breath you apologise, interrupting Eddie’s narration. He looks up angrily until he realises it’s you, “Bambi! Thought you weren’t going to make it this time. C’mon take a seat, here right by me.”
Mike grumbles in Dustin’s ear, “He’d never let any of us get away with that shit.”
Eddie fixes him with a glare before continuing where he’d left off, “So, as I was saying… you notice that the keep has been left unguarded, what would you like to do?”
You miss what they say as you move to grab a spare chair and position it next to Eddie.
He slips a hand under the table, resting it on your thigh rubbing his fingers lazily over the plump, soft swell of skin. He carries on with the game but you can’t keep track, distracted by his hand on you, feeling the rope brushing against your skin with every breath.
You jump as an erratic dice toss sends one toppling off the table and onto the floor. You drop down to your knees and offer up an enthusiastic, “I’ll get it!”
The die sits under the table just in front of Eddie, you shimmy further under and he inhales sharply at the sight of your ass wiggling around. He’s getting a clear view under your skirt at your lacy panties, wet patch forming on the front sticking them to your folds affording him an undeniable look at the outline of your labia.
You crawl back out die in hand, his eyes had been searching for the guitar pick around your neck, honestly they had, but in that little glance down the front of your blouse he’d spotted the rope. Barely suppressing a groan as his dick twitches beneath his jeans he offers you a hand to help you off the floor.
You give him a grin and hand him the die, standing back up, “It was a three, unless you guys want a re-roll?”
Eddie clears his throat, blush creeping its way up his neck and over his cheeks, “Nope. No re-rolls tonight, three it is. What’s that make your total, Henderson?”
He rushes through the rest of the session, growing increasingly irritable as the game progresses. One of the guys suggests they cut it short tonight, as they in turn grow ever more frustrated with the moody DM.
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As the last party member leaves, he rounds on you, standing in front of you. He cages you in with his hands on the armrests of your chair, he growls, “What the shit was that, y/n?”
You look up at him innocently, you know he really means it, when he says your actual name, “What?”
“Oh, ok you wanna play all cute and innocent now. Don’t act like you don’t know what you did. Getting on your hands and knees in front of me, showing me your wet little cunt… you’re so soaked, I could fucking see every last detail, even with the panties on. And the rope? You come here with rope wrapped all around you… just ready to go, aren’t you?”
“Oh, I ummm… I swear I didn’t plan this… I… I was just practicing some knots and stuff you know and I got carried away and lost track of time and then I was struggling to get it off so I just left it on.”
He nods and says in a patronising tone, “Uh huh, sure. What about everything else then?”
“Well… of course I’m wet Eddie, you… you had your hand on my thigh just rubbing and squeezing while you spoke with that voice… I didn’t even hear what you were saying really, but just uhghh so commanding… you know how it sets me off.”
He smirks, leaning in whispering in your ear menacingly, “Really, is that all it takes to turn you into a messy little whore? My hand on on your thigh… like this?”
He gropes your leg for emphasis, his voice is deep and rumbling as he continues, “My voice in your ear, like this?”
“Edddieee…” You whine and try to squeeze your legs together, but his hand stops you, holding your leg in place.
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He pulls back to look into your eyes, giving a subtle shake of his head, “Ah, ah, ah. So, what was that little stunt with the die then, hmmm?”
You pout up at him, “I just wanted to help-”
“Yeah, ‘help’ me lose all semblance of thought and concentration with a view straight up your skirt and down your top! All with that broad grin over your face, just like ‘look at me, sir… I’m all ready for you’.”
“P-please…”
“Already begging, are you, Bambi? Tell me what are you begging for?”
“You.”
“Well, princess seems to me like I need to teach you a lesson. I’m going to fuck you… right here until you’re as limp as a rag doll, then once more just to make sure you remember who your master is. You got that?”
“Yes. Yes… master.”
“Good girl. You catch on quick, don’t you? Now strip down to your underwear, let me see what you managed to do with that rope.”
He takes a step back allowing you to stand, watching you expectantly. You rise and begin shedding your clothes under his scrutinising stare. You drape them over your chair and toe off your shoes. Standing before him, arms crossed behind your back as his eyes rake over your handiwork with the rope.
He trails a finger over it and hums, “You even used my favourite colour, are you sure you didn’t plan this? Maybe you did without even realising it… maybe I put the idea in your head when I said I’d bend you over that table and fuck you right there, everyone else be damned?”
“I just… I saw this one and it made me think of you so I used it.”
“Fuck… really Bambi? You were thinking about me?”
“Yeah… wanted to test some stuff out so I could do something special for you.”
“Shit, right that’s it…” he drags you over to his ‘DM chair’, as everyone called it. He takes a seat, tilting his hips upwards as he undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips his jeans tugging them down.
He pushes his boxers aside, letting his hard cock slap up against him, he strokes over it once… twice and then pulls you closer. “Panties off.”
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“Yes, Si-Master.” You duck down to comply letting your panties fall around your ankles before stepping out of them. He lifts you suddenly, you gasp as your feet leave the ground and he positions you with your legs hanging over the armrests of his chair. With your legs spread he gets a tantalising view of your glistening folds and you feel your arousal dribbling out of you.
“Fuck look at you, spread out all for me…” he rubs the pink tip of his cock against your entrance teasingly.
“So, fucking wet.” He groans, the sound reverberating through his chest.
You whimper in response and he finally tears his gaze away from your sopping wet cunt. He looks up at you taking in your slightly parted lips as you let out breathy little sighs, “Please master, fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, let me suck on those tits first.”
His gaze drops down to your chest as you arch your back, pushing your chest out towards him. His hands land on you roughly, he kneads the flesh as he growls, “So fucking perfect, I swear… and look no bra, just held up by all this pretty rope…”
He pushes your breasts together, mouthing on one while he takes care of the other with one of his hands. He works you over so well, you’d swear you could cum from this alone, but then he’s tearing his head away, lips swollen and red, eyes blown wide with lust.
“This pretty little cunt is just drooling for me, isn’t it?” He dips his fingers into your wetness with a self-satisfied smirk, pulling them away your arousal strings between you and his fingertips, “What’d I say?”
He gives his fingers a lick, never breaking eye contact with you, it sends a pulse to your clit. You bite back a moan for more, you wouldn’t put it past him to make you wait even longer if you did.
“You ready to take my fat cock like a good little slut?”
“Yes master, please. Please, fuck me. I’ll take everything you give me.”
“That’s right, you’re so good for me.” His hands drop to your hips, holding you in place, one hand slips down lower to guide his cock into you slowly.
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He pushes his hips all the way up gradually, burying himself all the way inside you, his ass lifting from the seat. He pushes you down against the armrests, your legs swing as he gives an experimental thrust. Your head drops forward pressings kisses to his forehead as you gasp and moan above him, gripping the back of his chair.
“Ohh… fuck… please, again.”
He thrusts up again forcefully and you bounce along with him, the arms of the chair digging into you. He lets out a deep groan of his own, “Shit… feels so fucking good.”
His hips slam up into you, ass thumping back down into the cushioned chair on every back thrust, hands gripping you tightly, tight enough to bruise.
You tilt his head up to you with one hand and capture his lips with your own, kissing him deeply swallowing up all his grunts and groans. He bucks wildly beneath you and tugs your head back by your hair, “This what you wanted?”
His taunting is broken up by little huffs and grunts, “Hfff…You wanted to get fucked by your master right here in his DM chair?”
“Fuck ‘m close… so close. God yes, wanted this… wanted you, master.”
“Ungh… Do you wish the rest of the guys were still here so they could see what a slut you are for me?”
“Shit… ‘m gonna cum…”
“That’s it cum on my cock, squeeze your tits for me while you do.”
Your hands move from the back of the chair to push your breasts together, smushing them up with the rope that’s wrapped around them, tweaking at your nipples. You throw your head back, mouth dripping open as the head of his dick catches you in just the right spot repeatedly.
“Yeah, that’s it cum for me.”
You let out a cry of his name as you clamp down on his cock. Tugging on your nipples firmly, electricity buzzing all over your skin, radiating out from your spamming cunt. You collapse against him, but he continues pummelling away. His hands link behind your back, he pulls you in closer as with one final thrust, he stills and empties his twitching dick, deep within you. 
You let out a sigh as you feel his warm, thick release filling you with spurt after spurt. He rests there for a moment, dick still buried with in you, plugging you up, holding his cum inside you.
“Ohhh holy shit that was good.” He sighs in your ear.
You give a blissed out, “Yeeaaaahh…” in agreement and he chuckles at you.
His devilish smirk goes unseen as he whispers in your ear, “But I’m not done yet.”
You can only manage a hum in response, “Mhmm.”
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He scoops you up, his dick slipping out from you, releasing a torrent of your combined cum in its wake. He stands and turns, lowering you into the chair. He lifts your legs back over the armrests again, baring your sloppy cunt to him, he watches as his cum flows out of you leaving a sticky trail. 
He spares you a quick glance and you grin back at him, “I’ll take everything you give me, master. See…” You dip a hand between your legs scooping up a glob of sticky fluid before bringing it to your lips and sucking it down with a lusty moan. You repeat the action once more, this time lingering with your fingers in your mouth as you watch his mouth drop open with a gasp.
He grabs your wrist and growls, “My fucking turn.”
He drops to his knees, hands resting on your knees as his tongue delves between your folds and he slurps up the rest of your combined cum with a lewd, wet sound. He continues to eat you out like a man starved, spreading you wide open with his hands while his tongue devours you. 
The tip of his nose nudges at your clit, his long hair tickles at your bare legs so you reach down and gather it up. His darkened gaze settles on you, looking into his eyes has your breath quickening more rapidly than before. 
You tug on his hair and he moans into your wet hole. You thrust up against him as much as he’ll allow, drawing closer and closer to your climax. His eye contact is intense, you hold on to it as you topple over the edge into bliss once more, gasping and panting. 
His tongue continues to probe into your quivering entrance seeking out all he can get of your release. When he pulls away from your ruined hole grinning all the while you let out a pathetic shuddering sigh and reach out for him.
He laughs, “I’m still not done, sweetheart. You got me all hard again with those pretty little moans and those beautiful eyes staring back at me. Also with that heavenly taste, goddamn, I swear I could spend the rest of my life buried between your thighs.”
You giggle and hum in agreement, “Hmmm, me too… I mean, buried between your thighs. Sucking on your dick and balls… God that’s fucking good.”
“You’re right when you say we’re made for each other, Bambi. Now I think I promised ‘once more to remind you who your master is’ and I think I’ll take that with you bent over the game table. How’s that sound?”
You let out a choked whimper, “Fuck master, yes please.”
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He hauls you to your feet and flips you around so you’re pressed against the table. He sweeps a hand in front of you knocking over his DM screen, scattering miniatures and dice, you hear a few of the dice clack as they fall to the ground. 
You fold your arms in front of you, leaning into the table, your bare breasts brushing against the hard surface. He grabs onto the rope around your torso and pulls you back against him as he presses his chest to your back. He whispers in your ear, “I’m your fucking master. You are my little slut and don’t you ever forget that.”
He buries himself balls deep in one thrust leaving you reeling, practically knocking the air out of you. His thrusts are erratic, his breathing ragged as he forces your legs wider, sinking into you impossibly deeper. You could swear you feel him in your throat as his balls swing and slap against you. You mewl beneath him, his clothed body pressing against your own chasing his release.
You can feel his length twitching inside you, you know he’s close when you hear that telltale hitch in his breath.
He gasps into your ear, “Can you imagine it… a group of guys all just sitting around this table watching as I take you from behind. Watching as… as you fall apart on my cock, over an-and over. Everyone knows… I’m your master though… hngh… you cry out for me. You beg for me…”
You moan into the flat of the table beneath your face as he slips a hand beneath you to rub your swollen clit, “Ohhhhh…”
“Shit you… hmmm… gonna cum again, princess? Tell me who’s your master? Who’s in control here?”
“Fuck… oh god… you Eddie! You! You’re my master… and I’m your good little slut.” You tighten around his thick cock.
“Christ… yes… fuck, yes. I’m your master!” His hips stutter to a halt, unloading rope after rope of hot cum into your waiting entrance.
His climax triggers your own and your slick channel grips him ever tighter, you whine as he bites down on your shoulder.
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You feel boneless slumped against the table, sandwiched between it and him, his weight bearing down on you. He pulls away and scoops you up, lowering you into his chair once again. He spots your panties on the ground and kneels to retrieve them. 
Still on his knees in front of you, he eases your panties over your legs until they settle against your sticky folds, immediately soaking up the mess of jizz that pools there.
He smirks up at you, you pout down at him, “Hey, you never took off your clothes… no fair.”
He chuckles, “I made you cum three times and you’re gonna complain that I didn’t take off my clothes?”
You tug on the sleeve of his shirt, “Yeah, ‘s better when I get to see you… all of you. It’s better when our skin touches.”
He rolls his eyes playfully, “Alright, wait right there.”
“Don’t think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to, my legs are like fucking jello.” You call back to him as he goes off in search of something amongst the props from the drama class.
He reappears with a bundle of fabric, laying it out on the ground. He strips off his clothing adding it to the pile. He turns back to you giving his hips a shake, his softening dick flopping around still glistening in the low light, smeared with cum. “Like what you see? This what you wanted princess?”
You giggle and grin at him, “Perfect, absolutely perfect.”
He steps closer to you grinning back at you, “You’re ridiculous you know that?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.” He puts on a falsetto as he continues, “‘Let Me See Your Floppy Dick’ and ‘Oh It’s So Perfect’.”
You giggle again, giving him a nudge, “Stop making fun of me.”
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He slots himself between your legs, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in for a kiss. “‘Legs like jello’, you said?” He teases with a lopsided grin as he pulls away.
“Mhmm… fucked me real good.”
He smirks and lifts you up, you wrap your shaky legs around him as best as you can. He tosses you down gently onto the pile of fabric and clothing he’d created, following after you, flopping down beside you.
He presses into your side and you roll over to face him, finally getting your skin-to-skin contact. The pair of you grin at each other, he lets out a giddy little giggle, “We just fucked in the school… in the Hellfire Club room.”
“We’re gonna need to sanitise… everything in here, you know that?”
He whines, “Ugh… clean up can wait, just enjoy the moment.”
“I am. I love you, you know that?”
“God, I fucking love you too, Bambi.”
“So… ‘Master’? That’s a new one.” You give a curious little hum.
“Yeah, that was ok, right? I know you like ‘Sir’, don’t get me wrong I do too… love it actually, but… ‘Master’ just felt right ya know?”
He turns his head away apologising, “Sorry, I kind of sprang it on you, I should’ve probably waited ‘til we could talk about it properly…”
You tilt his head towards you, “Eddie, ‘Master’ is good, it’s sooo good… also very fitting for a Dungeon Master like you.
“Hey! You stop making fun of me, I know it’s nerdy and shit-”
You cut him off with a kiss, throwing your leg over him and straddling him, before breaking apart, “More like sexy. Also doing it in the DM’s chair… bent over the game table… in the fucking school… hell I’d let you take me on every square inch of this place.”
“Jesus H Christ. You… you’re serious? Can we… can we make this a regular thing? Friday nights D&D followed by intense, kinky sex?”
“If that’s what my Dungeon Master desires.” You bat your eyelashes at him.
“Yes. God yes. A million times yes. It would be a dream come true. ” He groans.
You giggle and lean back into him, “I can also keep up this ‘Master’ stuff if you’d like. Is it ok if I still use ‘Sir’ as well?”
“Oh Bambi, of course you can… and I’d really like if you used ‘Master’, thank you.”
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You press your lips to his, placing a hand on his cheek. When you release his lips, you rest your forehead against his. His hands wander, tracing over the rope around your torso. He hooks a finger under the rope sitting against your hip, glancing down briefly before returning his gaze to meet yours, “You were really practicing this for me?”
“Yeah… it’s gonna be your birthday soon, wanted… guess it’s kinda ruined now, but I wanted to surprise you with it.” You admit.
A dopey grin overtakes his features, “It is not ruined at all, Bambi. ‘S cute that you wanna tie yourself up all for me like a pretty little present. I really hope you do.”
“I will… I’ve got a few more ideas to test out so it could still be a surprise.”
“Well, I can’t wait to see what you come up with… but we should probably get going now, clean up as best as we can and head home.”
“Lets.” You agree, pushing off from him and standing, offering him a hand up.
He stands and pulls you back into him for one more lingering kiss, you pull away first, “Hey, do you think you could help me out of this?”
“Of course I can, c’mere.” He begins picking at the knots, caressing your skin gently in places as he goes, “You did a really good job with this. How did you even manage to tie a bow like this behind your back?”
“It was… easy?” Confusion creeps into your tone at his apparent amazement, you explain, “It’s like tying off apron strings or hooking up a bra. No problem, like yeah you can’t see what you’re doing, but you can feel it out.”
“Hmmm, I guess. Dunno… don’t think I could do it.”
You giggle and move to collect your clothes as the last length of rope slips away from your body, “Well, that’s not really a problem unless you’re planning on tying yourself up.”
The pair of you redress as he gives another hum, “Would you…  would you like to see me tied up? We could give that a go too.”
He busies himself with coiling the rope in his hands around itself, trying not to seem overeager.
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You step back towards him, trailing a hand over his chest teasingly, drawing his eyes to yours and his hands halt their actions.
You assure him, “Could be fun. We can definitely try that if you’re into it. Maybe do something where you wear some panties again, make you look all pretty in some rope… god, just thinking about that is... you’d be so pretty, I just know it. I mean you’re already a very pretty man-”
He chuckles cutting you off, “Bambi, you’re rambling, and I think you just called me ‘pretty’ at least three times. You’re into it.”
“Yeah, guess so huh? You know you’re also very handsome, just because I say ‘pretty’ doesn’t make you any less masculine. You are my big, strong man… I just-”
“I know what you mean, I don’t take any offence to it. I can be pretty and manly at the same time.”
“You know Eds, it’s very sexy how secure you are in yourself, not just about stuff like this, but everything. You are so unapologetically yourself, I love it… I love you.”
“Shit well I’m glad you think so, but there is plenty that I am insecure about.”
“I think deep down everyone is, but you are true to yourself where it matters and that is amazing.”
He looks at you with a softness in his eyes, “You’re pretty amazing yourself there, y/n… but, c’mon let’s get going I’m getting kinda tired now.”
“You wanna come back to my place? I can drive us.”
“Oooh, you trying for round four now?” He taunts.
You slap his arm playfully, “Perv. No, my place is closer and you can close your eyes for a bit in the car… and I’ll get to fall asleep in your arms.”
“Love it when you take care of me. Yeah, let’s go to your place Bambi, I’ll cuddle you as good as I fuck you.”
You giggle, “Well, I am in for some phenomenal cuddles then.”
He laughs with you, “Sure are.”
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joonggphilia · 5 months
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Pairing: Dom! Top! Lee Jeno x Sub! Bttm! Mreader Genre: Smut Cw: IdolxFan, corruption, semi-public, degradation, katoptronophilia A/n: I actually really enjoyed writing this. This fic has part 2 potential <3
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You were a sweating, crying, and a moaning mess, pressed up against a mirror in his dressing room. Whose room one may ask? None other than Lee Jeno’s. How did you get yourself here, let’s rewind————Tonight was the Nct Dream concert you had managed front row tickets to, crazy! You absolutely adored them, especially Jeno. You got to the venue early so that there wasn’t a crowd to push through. You were so early you happened to bump into a certain someone, leaving the restroom. “I’m so sorry, didn’t mean to- OH!” You looked up to make eye contact with Jeno. Jeno of all people. “No it’s really ok! That was my bad. You know the show doesn’t start in another hour?” Jeno questioned, placing his hands on his hips. “I do, I just wanted to miss the crowd.” You breathed, awkwardly scratching your neck. He found this cute. He found you cute. The way you twiddled your fingers as he loomed over you. It sounded so bad, but he wanted to corrupt you or take advantage of you. Jeno considered himself a kind man, but god were your innocent eyes driving him crazy. “Hey, since your so early wanna help me out. I’m kind stressed and I need some help prepping for this concert.” Jeno blurted, half-truthfully. “M-me? I don’t know how I could possibly help you.” You panicked, feeling guilty for practically turning him down. “Cmon, I really need it. Please?” The taller plead. “Ok, whatever you need, I’ll help!” You chirped, changing your tone. Perfect. Back to the current situation———“Cmon whore, you can take me a little further! I’m not even trying yet.” Jeno grunted, as he pushed his cock deeper into your gapping hole. “O-of Course! I w-want your k-kids, pl-please!” You moaned, the sight of yourself in the mirror taking a hit to your pride, yet turning you on all at once. “Anything for a whore like you.” He hummed, thrusting up and finally hitting the spot. “OH JENO!” You screamed, your body twitching and squirming at the sensation. “Quiet down pretty boy! If you wanna be my dedicated whore, you can’t ruin my reputation.” Jeno whisper-yelled into your ear. He kept the pace of his thrusts while he moved his mouth down to your neck, leaving beautiful purple marks in his path. “You’re gonna go out into that crowed all marked and bred by me, hm? Risky, but not surprising for a slut.” He degraded, slithering his hands around to stroke your throbbing dick. “Your slut.” You mumbled, throwing your head back against his shoulder and kissing his cheek. “Yeahhhh, my slut.” Jeno agreed, Turning his head to sloppily make out with you. The overstimulation of his cock, hands, and mouth were sending you over the edge. Your mind began to blur, changing all your words to a mantra of Jeno’s name. “That’s my whore. I’m Lee Jeno, your idol.” He spat, thrusting up harder and pumping his hands faster. “J-JENO! I-IM CUMMING!” You shouted, your orgasm hitting you like a train, shooting cum all over the mirror in front of you. “All pretty in the mirror for me whore. We are gonna do this again!” Jeno grunted, as his last strong thrust brought him to his release, painting your insides white. “Now you’ve got my kids. That’ll be bad for my reputation if anyone finds out, pretty boy. You keep quiet and maybe you’ll see me again.” Jeno hummed, pulling out and cleaning himself off. “Can I? I like you a lot, Jeno!” You asked, dabbing sweat from your body. “Yeah sure, now you better go get those seats.” Jeno whispered in your ear, before nudging you towards the door. You hid your face as you opened the door to walk out, but not without bumping into someone who was on the way in. “Sorry!” You squeaked, before running down the hall. Renjun watched your figure disappear down the hallway. “What about your rep, Jeno!? Didn’t know someone like you would stoop to fucking fans in your dressing room. You better get serious with him, don’t break his heart.” Renjun scolded, with a stressed scoff. “Don’t worry, we agreed on something. I think he’s a keeper anyway!”
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megamindsecretlair · 22 days
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tag @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin , im never sure if ppl look forward to whats upcoming from me, but these keep me honest 🤣😭
Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)
Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on, then prioritize the one with the most votes.
Step three: Ask me about my WIPs! Don't be shy, I love talking about my fics! We don't create or share in a void, we want to hear from you lovelies!
Well, Mega, what can we look forward to 👀
1) Beauty and the Beast Inspired Stunna: I have severe Yahya Abdul Mateen II brainrot and baby, 🥲 the way I want to write literally everything for him. This will be a precursor to a novella I wanna write with original characters and lots more action, but Id love extra feedback for it. It will have vampires, toxic staff, and naughty bits.
2) Mea Culpa: I have been debating how much time I wanna dedicate to rewriting that monstrosity of a movie 🤭 okay, thats not fair. The idea was there, the execution wasn't because TP wouldnt know what's sexy if it slapped him in his face. Who am I fooling? I won't be satisfied until I write the whole thing and satisfy my brain. So yeah, prepare for a rewrite according to what I would've done. Think corruption kink, think court drama, think Zyair being the toxic mess we know and love.
3) Mob Boss Tyrone: I feel like ive been teasing this for years 🥲😭🤣 and thats because the ask was specifically for a one shot and I plotted out 7 parts 🤭🤣 at this point, yall know how I am. I tried to conform to short fics for my sanity and I just cant 🤷🏽‍♀️ some ideas require one part, some require several. It will include hella angst, hella smut, hella toxcity, but at the end of the day, hes always going to love his baby girl. I also think im going to switch it to Fontaine chuz thats a prettier/grittier name and would suit the story better.
4) A Watchmen fic for Cal (Yahya): lissen, ive finally went back to finish Watchmen. Not because it was a bad show, but because it requires 100% of my focus and I aint had it. But for Yahya? Ill make the time. I feel like that is 100% a soft dom and I just wanna be his cute lil princess, sue me 🤷🏽‍♀️ I love a man I can't tell what to do 🤣
Theres more but for the sake of brevity, Ill keep it at the 4 most occupying my brain at the moment. Soooo, which one yall want first? And yes 🥲 im aware of how many series I need to update 🥲
No pressure tags: @nerdieforpedro @harmshake @notapradagurl7 @ellethespaceunicorn @miyuhpapayuh
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