#domme reader

[joestarfoundation]

dom female reader headcanons + imagine

your babyboy wakes up every morning, eager to please you. you are his everything, his entire world revolves around you<3 he loves the feeling of submission and the thought of you being in control. It's not just a kink for him, it's a lifestyle

you can see the excitement in his puppy eyes when you enter the room, dressed in your favorite leather outfit. he knows what's coming next, and he can't wait. as you walk towards him, he kneels down in front of you, ready to serve and devour your delicious cunt<3

he loves when you use him for your pleasure. whether it's making him worship your body or using him as a human furniture, he is more than happy to fulfill your desires. he finds joy in knowing that you are satisfied and that he has pleased you<3

one of his favorite things is when you take him shopping for new lingerie. he loves the feeling of you picking out what he will wear, knowing that it's not just for show, but for your pleasure! he takes great pride in wearing what you have chosen for him, and it makes him feel even more submissive:((

he also loves when you take him out in public, holding his leash and showing everyone who is in charge. he loves the feeling of being owned by you, his goddess, and being on display for everyone to see. it makes him feel special and wanted

tell him he's your good little slut and feminize him, although he doesn't accept it, he has fantasized more than once about you dressing him up in pretty, girly outfits. he knows that you would take such good care of him and make him feel beautiful and desired, much more than he already is<3

slap him, peg him, degrade him, ride him, praise him... practically use him

you hummed as you looked for some strap that could break the little naughty whore you had behind you, he had been very whimsy all this time that you were gone

he even touched himself without your permission, you found him in the room you both shared, humping his hand while making a moaning noise like a bitch and he seemed to have forgotten you were right there

"oh my god what did i do, im so sorry mommy..." he sobbed when you heard his voice from inside of the closet

"what is this my babyboy?" you asked while staring at him

he blushed heavily but still tried to find the words, "i uhm... im sorry about earlier, i was really confused and all, it won't happen again i promise-"

"didnt we agreed that if i caught you doing something like this again you would be punished?"

he tried hard to say anything but you didn't give him any chance "well baby, i'm not gonna forgive this..."

he stared at you in fear and he slowly took off your skirt, "so what are you gonna do now?" he asked with big, childish eyes

"do you wanna know what's gonna happen now?" you ask with an evil smile on your face

he nodded nervously while looking down, he didnt understand why you had come here to punish him, all he did was touching himself!:((

"bad boys deserve to be punished and take up in the ass mommy's huge cock"

now, at this moment you had a big dildo tied to your waist, probably one of the biggest ones you had used with him. you tried to close your legs a little and press the base of the fake cock against your crotch to get some stimulation, you imagined that this time it would be like the other times, him lying on his back, with his legs open, your dildo in his ass, and your hands jerking off his neglected cock<33

he loved being dominated by you after all, no woman ever made him feel more wanted and horny than you :3

but now, you couldn't imagine it anymore. he stood there completely naked and scared:(

"baby, just let me put this thing in your butt and i'll leave you alone, it wont hurt much, i promise..."

he shook his head. completely scared and helpless:(((

"just trust me baby... you want mommy to fuck you, don't you?"

the question had been rhetorical, but you knew exactly what he wanted. he stared at you with those huge eyes, shivering from fear and need, "yes please mommy, i-i need you to please me.."

"good boy<33" you whispered and moved closer to him. "close your eyes and wait for mommy to fuck your sweet asshole :3"

he followed your orders like a good boy and he closed his eyes waiting for you to get ready to slide your fake cock into his ass<3

"mhmmm-m-mommy" his cute moans, echoing in the silence of the night, helped you to relax a bit before going through with it

"ready baby?" you asked as you pushed more of the toy towards his hole and started sliding it slowly inside of him

"uhhuh-hhuh-mm-mmm" he answered in a whisper as you continued to slide your big plastic dick in and out of his ass, occasionally stopping to put pressure on the tip of the cock

"your mommy loves how tight you are babyboy~ fuck- could you call me by my name sweetheart?" you asked while pushing the dildo deeper inside of him

"mhmm hmmm- y/n!! y/n baby<3" he moaned in excitement, he was trying his best to make his tiny asshole take more of the giant dildo inside of it, but he was struggling. his cute face was red from embarrassment and lust, you could tell he was really enjoying every second of it though<33

"oh my god mo...mommyyy!! i cant hold it, its coming!" he cried out loudly

the combination of his cries and you slowly moving the dildo in and out of his ass filled the room with soft moaning sounds <33

you finally stopped the slow motion movements and decided to speed up a little bit, slowly slid the big strap inside of him, each inch pushing further inside of him, deeper and deeper until it pressed against his prostate, stimulating him with gentle vibrations until he reached another orgasm:(((

he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily while you removed the strap from his ass. you smiled down at him and knelt down to pet his hair, smiling widely at the sight of your babyboy getting pleasure from such things

a minute later he turned around and hugged you tightly, "thanks mommy... i love you so much <3" he said in between kisses on your cheek you smiled, "of course you do baby, i love you too <3" you replied and kissed him passionately on the lips

then, with nothing else left to do you both fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms:)

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[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

DEBAUCHÉRIE

⚠️𝐌𝐃���𝐈. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘⚠️

🎀𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝🎀

“I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me, what you'd do to me tonight”

Pairing: Sub!Nanami Kento x Domme!Reader

Genre: Smut, Porn with plot, Happy ending.

Word Count: 4592

Warnings: PWP, soft domme Reader, plus size reader, female bodied reader, no protection, pussy eating, shibari, good ol' sex.

Summary: It was always a dream of Nanami's to be tied up like a good little boy, one that many partners after hearing would recoil in disgust expecting to be dominated instead... Its been too long since Nanami Kento got laid, so long that out of desperation he agrees to accompany his senpais to a sex club. A sex club where he sees you. But can you make his dream a reality?

A/N: At the end.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Lounging on the sofa, directly in his line of view, in the long black dress that hugged every curve of your body, your posture was relaxed, an easy smile on your red lips and a fringe of admirers lapped up your every word. The slit in the side of your dress gave him a perfect view of your leg and the tattoo hugging your calf. Your hands held a glass of red wine that you sipped slowly while your eager devotees tried to stand out to you. Nanami felt like a moth, caught in your fire. 

It had been on Geto’s insistence that Nanami Kento agreed to visit the club. Having heard about it from him and Gojo before, he finally swallowed his pride and asked them to introduce him. Debauchérie – an apt name for a sex club, Nanami had mused, remembering the dark red neon sign he had seen when entering.  

Gojo had explained to him in detail where they were going; he’d even borrowed an expensive – probably designer – turtleneck shirt of his to wear. It sat snug on Nanami’s frame, the fabric soft and comforting, yet elegant. “You can't wear just anything, Nanamin.” Gojo had warned. “It’s a very exclusive place; it took months before we could become members and bring guests.” 

And it was, definitely, no less than thorough. Nanami had had to sign a waiver attesting to his consent and such before even being allowed in. It probably helped that Geto was a “valued” member,  given how smooth the process had been. 

Seated at the bar, Nanami allowed himself to take in his surroundings. There were small tables and couches all around the room, which, even for a Saturday evening, was not very full. Off to the right, there was a passageway leading to more private rooms, and to the back,  there were places for open play that no one had started using yet. However, a lot of patrons had already reached varying stages of undress, and when a very pretty girl wearing nothing but nipple pasties came by and complimented how he looked, asking for his name, the poor man could only choke out a “Ke- Ken”. 

The girl giggled and flounced away, but not before throwing him a wink and a flirty, “Nice to meet you, Ke-Ken!” Mouth dry, he resumed scanning the room…and that's when his eyes had fallen on you. 

“She’d be a good fit for you,” Geto said in his ear, making him jump. Both he and Gojo had decided not to leave unless he found a partner, and had instead taken seats at the bar with him. “She’s very experienced…and attentive.” Gojo looked over too – his eyes wide. 

“Oh, yes.” Gojo backed Geto up.  “We had the pleasure of playing with her once. She’s so-o-o-o-o good.” 

“You mean…” Nanami looked over at the two men. They nodded slowly and sneakily as he turned back to look at you.

As luck would have it, you chose that exact moment to look toward the bar, your eyes locking with Nanami’s. Realising he’d been staring at you, you gave him a soft smile and signalled a waiter over. Nanami watched as you placed your order; when finished,  you looked back at the group around you and said something else, eliciting groans and pouts from most of them. Nanami only understood why when you got up and drifted over to where he sat. 

You were even more stunning up close, he admitted to himself. Lips full and plump, painted in a dark red. Eyes framed by long dark lashes and lined in black. You greeted the other men first. “Suguru, Satoru! It’s been a while. Who’s your friend here?” So you were already on a first-name basis with them…

Gojo, almost climbing over Geto, answered, “This is Kento, Mistress. He’s our junior.” 

“His first time here,” Geto added, giving up his seat for you to sit by Nanami. 

You reached out a hand and ruffled Gojo’s hair. “I’m not your mistress right now, Satoru. You can call me by my name.” The same hand was then presented to Nanami, and you introduced yourself. But all Nanami could think of was that you were already close enough to Gojo and Geto to use their first names, and also how pretty your lips looked with the red lipstick and how much he now wanted to call you Mistress and… 

“Nanami? Hello? Earth to Mr. Kento.” 

Shit! You’d said something he’d totally missed. Nanami felt his cheeks burn. He pulled himself together, ignoring the throbbing in his ears. “Apologies, I might have spaced out for a moment…seeing your beauty up close caught me off guard.” Behind you, Geto and Gojos eyes widened. They never knew Nanami could be this smooth.

You chuckled – a sound that dripped from your lips like honey – and repeated, “I was wondering if you would like to play tonight. With me.” Nanami’s jaw dropped, but you continued, confidently, “I hope this isn't too forward for you, but we came to a sex club after all so I'll be a bit…forward. I think you’re very attractive, and I’m a Dominatrix who likes playing with pretty boys, so, Kento – I can call you Kento right?” 

You cocked an eyebrow and leaned in close. Nanami swallowed and nodded. Your lips widened into a smile. “Would you like to play with me tonight?” 

Not trusting himself to speak, Nanami could only nod. But you shook your head. “I need verbal assurance, Pretty Boy.” 

“Y-yes. I would like to.” 

“Hmmm…” You sat back, smiling sweetly, but crossing your arms in front of you. “Well then, let's go over some basics. You know I’m a domme, so I'm going to take it that you’re subbing for me.” Nanami nodded. “Is this your first time doing something like this?” Nanami nodded again, confirming what you’d thought. “In that case, we can take it soft and slow for your first time, Pretty Boy.” 

Nanami blushed. 

You led Nanami down a long corridor, entering one of the rooms at the far end. Gojo and Geto had assured him that it was fine and they would not “wait up” for him. 

“So…should we continue this in one of the private rooms?” 

The room wasn’t too large, but there was enough space for a plush bed covered in black silken sheets, a small black couch and a table with an assortment of toys. It seemed to follow the theme of the club, dark red walls, while most of the furniture was black. The dim lighting made Nanami’s eyes twinkle. This was what you had asked the waiter to prepare for you earlier. Taking a seat on the couch, you patted the space beside you, encouraging Nanami to sit. “We need to establish a few rules and boundaries first,” you began. “When we are playing, you will call me Miss, or Mistress. Is that okay with you?” Nanami nodded, but you shook your head. “From now on, whatever I ask, I need enthusiastic, verbal responses. I will not continue unless I have clear consent from you, Kento.” 

“Yes, Mistress.” Your left hand found its place in Nanami’s hair, and you gently raked your fingernails against his scalp. 

“Good boy.” Nanami felt his cock twitch. You placed your other hand on his chest. Against him, it looked small, but the command in your fingertips was unmistakable. You ran it along his turtleneck, squeezing at his chest. “Now, is anything off-limits?” 

Nanami thought for a moment and said, “Nothing with pee or scat, please. And nothing that will leave any visible marks.” 

You nodded. “Alright. I don’t do scat play either and I will not be engaging in rough play with you for your first time, but it is always good to ask and be clear.” Your lips had sneaked closer to his skin during your little explanation, and he could feel the warmth of your breath when you asked him your next question: 

“Is there anything you would like to do tonight?” 

Nanami blushed. “You don’t have to be shy…” you told him gently. “Tell me, Pretty Boy, how can I make a wild dream come true for you?” You leaned forward and bit your lip. 

“I–I—” Nanami could barely hear himself speak as he said the next words. “I want to be tied up and used…would-would you…?” 

All the stress of the last few days seemed to catch up with the weary man as his shoulders drooped and he waited for you to be repulsed by his ask, ashamed at how needy he was. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised...you chuckled. 

“Is that so, Pretty Boy?” Your tongue darted out licking a strip up your lip. 

Nanami's cock twitched again and he let out an involuntary moan. “Oh, do you like it when I call you a pretty boy?” He nodded, then remembered his earlier agreement. 

“Yes, Mistress.”

You placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head to make him look at you. His brown eyes were dark, screaming his exhaustion coupled with building need. “Do you have a safe word you’d like to use?” 

He shook his head. “I don’t need that, I’m sure I can take whatever you give me.”

You frowned. Your hand still petting his head, you explained,  “It is vital that we have one. Regardless of how experienced your partner may be or how hard or soft you play, having a safeword is a basic requirement. If you like, we can use the traffic light system to keep it simple.” Nanami nodded but looked puzzled, so you elaborated. “If you feel like everything is going well and you don’t want to stop or change anything, you can let me know you’re green.” You paused, waiting for him to show you he understood. When he nodded, you went on. “If you like what we’re doing but feel like it's becoming too much or want me to dial it back in any way, you say you’re yellow. I can return to what I was doing previously, or pause and let you have a short break.” He nodded again. You continued. “And if you are very uncomfortable, or hurt, or change your mind and want to stop in any way, you say red.” Nanami couldn’t imagine a scenario where he would have to, but he was grateful for your assurances. He nodded again. “Red means I will stop whatever I’m doing and make sure first and foremost that you are okay. If you’re bound or tied I will release you immediately, if you get hurt you must let me know so I can treat you. I love it when my boy communicates with me.” Saying this, you kissed him at the edge of his mouth, lips barely touching. Nanami blushed pink. You smelled like strawberries and vanilla, and he found himself wanting to bite. 

“Red, yellow, and green. I understand, Mistress.” he assured you, itching to start. His cock had begun to harden in his slacks, fed by the ministrations of your hands. 

You got up and walked over to the table with the toys. “You’d like to be tied up, wouldn’t you?” you said out loud, then turned to him with a dark blue rope in your hands. 

Nanami felt his blush deepen as you strolled over to him. The sound of your black stilettos made a sharp tapping sound on the hard floor as you towered above him. He would do anything for you. “Yes please, Mistress…” His voice was barely a whisper. 

You bent down and kissed his head, giving him the perfect view down your neckline. The soft milky mounds of your breasts threatened to spill out of the corset under your dress, mesmerising him. You smirked, hand moving to his crotch. You gave his bulge a gentle squeeze drawing out a deep groan, then ordered, “Get up and strip for me, gorgeous.”  

The poor man, caught in the net you cast, immediately followed. His hands fumbled with the belt of his trousers as he half ripped them off his body. He peeled off the turtleneck and folded the garments, laying them on the couch where you sat. He was beautiful. Years of hard training had transformed his body into a wall of muscle. His skin had a light tan and his stomach was tight. You greedily drank in the sight.

He was about to remove his boxers when your voice rang out again, “Stop. That is mine. You can only touch it when I let you. Got that?” 

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy. Now, arms up and legs apart.” Nanami complied, and you rose, circling him slowly. He could feel your eyes taking him in, studying every inch of his body, and he itched to cover himself from your discerning gaze. But even before he could finish his thoughts, your hands were on him, feeling the muscles in his arms, all the way down, body flush with yours. He could feel your breasts pressed against his back., the warmth of your breath on his skin and your nails running down his sides, feeling up his torso. “What colour are we at, Pretty Boy?” you asked raspily.

Nanami responded after a second’s thought, “Green. More! Please, Mistress.” He felt your lips against his back, leaving tiny kisses along some invisible pattern as you complied, feeling every inch of him…except your hand never so much as grazed his crotch, making him pant with anticipation. 

You stepped in front of him and picked up the rope off the couch, then unravelled it while making sure he was watching your every movement. The contrast of being so bare – so vulnerable – in front of you was stark. “I'm going to tie you up now, is that alright?” 

Nanami nodded, grateful at how gentle and thorough you were. “Please, Mistress.” 

You hooked your thumbs on the waistband of his pants and tugged them downwards, allowing his semi-hard cock to spring free. A sharp intake of breath from you made him shy away. Perhaps you would be turned off by his size. But to his astonishment, you kneeled down and gently licked the glans, eyes never leaving his. 

“Someone's excited,” you remarked, impressed. Your hands worked deftly – practised movements that hinted at your familiarity with the rope.

Nanami appreciated, when from time to time, you would check in with him, “Is anything uncomfortable?” or “Is it too tight?” and wait for his verbal confirmations

“No, Mistress.” or “It’s just a little painful around the arm, on that last loop.”

 You twisted and looped and knotted, and once you were done, you turned him to face the long mirror in the room. Blue vines ran all across Nanami’s chest, crissed and crossed into a five-point star. His arms were bound to his back, but his legs were free. Each line of rope sat snug, not too deep or loose, just enough to make sure that he was unable to move his upper body. The two lines you had artfully drawn against his crotch grazed against his balls every time he made the slightest move. He looked at you, dark pupils blown out in lust. You held his chin, then hooked your fingers onto the rope around his neck and pulled his head to yours, and Nanami’s world exploded. Your lips were hot on his.  Your tongue probed for entrance at his teeth, licking his cold cupid's bow.

Reaching down, you trailed a finger up his length. “I want you to kneel for me, Kento.” You had placed a cushion on the floor and Nanami dropped to his knees, looking on in reverence as you stood before him and removed your dress. 

The silky fabric fell to the floor in a puddle. You were left in a black laced corset and matching underwear. Taking a seat on the couch, you spread your legs open. Nanami had the most perfect view. “Do you want to see?” you asked him teasingly. 

“Please, Mistress.” There was a whine in Nanami’s throat he didn’t even realise he was holding. 

“Then take them off.” You gestured at your panties. Nanami fumbled. His hands were tied behind his back, what did you mean…? 

“With your mouth, Kento. I want you to use your mouth and take my panties off. And then, maybe – if you do a good job – I'll let you taste me.” 

Eager to please you, Nanami crawled over to your cunt and bit the edge of your panties. Desperately, he pulled at the fabric and inched it down with his lips and teeth. He could smell your arousal already, and it made his head heavy. He really wanted to taste you. His cock was now hard, and it bumped your leg. The little friction made him hiss. 

“Go on, Pretty Boy, just a little more…” Your encouragement kept him from losing his focus, and he continued to pull the infernal cloth that barely seemed to budge. But with just one more tug, it was around your knees. He stopped and looked at you, pleased with himself. 

“Oh that won’t do, Kento. No, you have to take it all the way off.” Nanami’s cheeks burned. All the way off? Down your legs, off your— “Off, come on. And don’t get it stuck on my heels, darling.” 

Nanami pulled at the panties again. It was humiliating, being asked to do such a ridiculous task but even more so for the fact that his cock was rock hard and straining. You spread your thighs wide, showing off your glistening cunt. Your skin was smooth. Not that he minded hair but in a moment you would show him why. “Do you want to taste me?” 

“Yes please, Mistress.” 

“Then turn over and rest your head on the couch. I’m going to sit on your pretty face.” Nanami flipped over and watched as you raised yourself off the couch to straddle his face, your pussy dangling over his mouth like forbidden fruit. A drop of your arousal leaked out, falling onto Nanami’s lips, and he couldn't help sticking his tongue out to lick it. The musky sweet taste of you travelled straight to his cock and he twitched once more. 

This must be the nectar of the gods, he thought to himself. His tongue reached out, desperate to taste more of you. “Please, please. Please, Mistress.” 

You didn’t torture him further. Sinking your pussy lips onto his mouth, you both let out a sigh of relief. His nose rubbed against your clit, while his tongue lapped at your pink folds. Divine… 

A hand in his hair, you pulled him, “Yeah–just like that–good boy...” Your knee was digging into the couch as you pushed your cunt into his face. And Nanami ate your pussy like a parched man. Slurping and lapping up your juices. Sucking on your sensitive bud. He wanted to hold you – to feel the plush of your ass filling his hands; he involuntarily pulled at the ropes that bound him. You stepped back for a moment, allowing him to breathe, then returned to your throne. But Nanami showed no signs of hesitation. His lips found your bud, circling it in his mouth as he started to suck. Loud wet noises filled the rooms along with soft moans from you. “Kento…Such a good boy…Keep going.” You felt his tongue flatten against your cunt, probing at your hole and exploring. His face was messy and wet but he didn’t care. Nothing had ever tasted as delicious as your wet cunt did in his mouth. Nothing had ever felt as good as your thick thighs that squeezed his head between them.  

Nanami felt a sharp tug on his hair as you came with a cry, legs quivering. Your head felt heavy and it took you a moment to get off him and look at him adoringly. He knelt at your feet, panting but looking up at you expectantly.

You helped him to his feet and sat him on the couch, placing yourself on his lap. Your hands once again found his soft hair, fingers carding through it. His weeping cock bumped against your dripping core, and you began to move your hips to rub against it. “You’re such a – kiss – good boy. – kiss– following all my orders – kiss – so well – kiss–” Nanami felt a bead of pre-come drip out onto his thigh as you kissed down his neck. 

Your pussy lips rubbed against his length as you kissed and licked his mouth. “Let me see you, please…” he rasped, looking down at your corseted breasts. Sounds of his grunts and heavy breathing now filled the room, along with the wet shlick of your skin against his. You undid the front of the corset, letting your breasts spill. A sharp intake of breath from him made you want to kiss him again, but his head dipped down and he took a nipple between his teeth, lightly grazing it before starting to suck at your tit. You pulled his hair back, yanking him off you. “Did I give you permission to suck my tits?” 

Nanami’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought of that. “No, Mistress. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” 

You continued, “Next time you do something without permission, you will be punished. Understand?” 

Nanami swallowed and nodded, burning with desire now; your pussy was right on top of his cock. One thrust and he could have put it in, but he knew that would not be allowed. He begged again, all inhibitions out the window. All he wanted was to feel you on him. “Mistress, please…” 

“Please what?” His hips bucked and he forced them down. “Please fuck you?” You cocked a brow, unsmiling. “After what you just did?” 

His dick stood now, painful almost, in need. “I’ll do anything,” he begged. “Please, just touch me–” His voice was cut off by a choked sob and to his surprise, a tear ran down his cheek. 

“You make the prettiest little sounds, Kento,” you purred in his ear. “Okay, I’ll fuck you like you want.” And you held his cock as you spoke and slowly slid it into your pussy. “You want me to fuck you like this, right? On my tight wet cunt?” He nodded furiously. “Want to feel me squeeze your cock so good?” Another nod. “Okay, but you aren’t allowed to come…” 

Nanami let out a strangled cry. 

“You heard me. You asked to be fucked. Not to come. Didn’t you, darling?” 

You were a succubus, and Namami was a willing victim. Semantics be damned, he was ready to burst, to spill into your warm wet hole, as you squeezed around him. You cradled his head in your arms, holding him close to you as you slid up and down on his cock. Your combined arousal made it easy, even though he was large. 

“Fuck, please– Mistress. So good, you make me – haa…”  Obscenities fell from his lips along with pleas, over and over. “Mistress, I need –” 

You felt him twitch and stilled. Nanami could have cried. He strained against his bonds, desperately trying to hold on to you, but you were already off him. “To the bed,” you whispered and helped him up. It was difficult for Nanami; he had never been denied for this long when release was so imminent. He stumbled to the bed, grateful for your help, but wishing you would just let him come already. The teasing was maddening and he did not feel he had the patience for it much longer. You lay him down, propping him up with two large pillows before sinking onto his cock once again. His hands grasped at nothingness under him as you leveraged yourself on his chest and fucked him now – no holds barred. Your ass hit his thighs with a loud slap each time you came back down, and his cock was reaching deep inside you hitting your gummy walls that held him in a vice-like grip. 

“You wanna come for me, Pretty Boy? Wanna come for your Mistress?” 

“Please—please—please.” The words fell from his mouth like a prayer. A prayer to you, his Goddess. 

“Then come. Come for me, my Pretty Boy.” 

And with that, he was lost. Thick ribbons of ejaculate shot into your cunt, painting your insides white. You collapsed onto his large chest and felt his rapid heartbeat slowing, the rise and fall of his chest now gentle…The ropes around his body rubbed against your nipples, hardening them into peaks. 

Lifting yourself off him, you helped him sit up before you quickly removed his ties. The skin was raw and red where he’d pulled. You lifted his hand to your mouth and licked at the angry marks, tasting the salt of his sweat. He met your gaze – still hungry. “ I need you. I need more, please,” he pleaded. “Let me eat you out again, Mistress!” 

You smiled and dipped your head so that your lips barely brushed his ear, “I have a better idea.” You pushed his chest, laying him down and turned, straddling his face once more; this time, however, your mouth hovered above his cock. Even though he had just come, Nanami was still semi-hard, and only a few licks and he was back at attention.  You glided your tongue along his tip, relishing the gentle shiver that ran under you. But the man wasn’t about to stay still. 

 Taking advantage of the newfound freedom of his arms and hands, he grabbed your ass, spreading the cheeks, pawing at them, pulling you deeper into his mouth.  Soft moans escaped you. You were both over-stimulated and needing release. His lips latched onto your clit and sucked and licked, fully lapping up all he could get. Your peak approached, and you felt the telltale twitch of Nanami’s cock as well. He came just after you did, your thighs closing around his head as you gasped and trembled, orgasm hitting you hard. His cock spluttered and he came with a shout, spilling on your face and tits. 

You got off him and used a tissue from the table by the bed to clean yourself up, before lying down beside him and opening your arms. Wordlessly, Nanami crawled between them, resting his head on your chest. You left a soft kiss on his head and whispered, “You were such a good boy for me, Kento. I’m so pleased with you. You were such a good boy!” 

“Even if I did things without your permission?” he asked tentatively. 

You shook your head. “It was your first time; you were learning. I don’t hold that against you. You’re my good boy.” 

Something in Nanami’s chest fluttered. It might have been his heart. “Can we…can we do this again?”

You laughed. Nanami didn’t think he had heard a lovelier sound. “Of course, Pretty Boy. Maybe next weekend. I’ll give you my number.” 

It had been three months since Nanami had first met you in Debauchérie; two months since he had become yours and you, his; one month since Gojo and Geto had found out and started teasing him about it. The teasing had died down, but his feelings for you had only grown. In your familiar red lipstick and a gorgeous orange sundress, you walked up to him and sat in the chair opposite his, holding out his coffee and sandwich. “Here you go, my Pretty Boy.”

He smiled, “Thank you, Mistress.” 

The End

A/N: Dear GOD this was a toughie to write. I kept going back and changing things over and over because I needed this to be some of the best work I've put out. So I changed and changed and cut and reworked and edited. And now here we are. I did it for you Haitch. You beautiful bastard you. I hope you enjoy it. (I agreed to give her whatever she wanted in exchange she would have to turn on boops.) Anyway, thank you so much for reading! A big big thank you to my editor, proofer, beta reader @ominouslywritinginmyhead. Tagging @actuallysaiyan thank you for always supporting me <3

As always hearts and reblogs are much appreciated and comments will earn you a kissie.

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[imrllytootiredforthis]

okay, so here's the thing, i'm not into breeding kinks if it is me the one being "bred", but that changes completely when i'm the one doing the "breeding"

#saying this as if the word breed doesn't make me cringe internally #dom reader #dom!reader #dom! reader #domme reader #dom!y/n

[luna-andra]

Late Night Hotline | Sub!Konig x Reader | Part 2

Summary: Konig finds himself getting off to his Lieutenant's voice over the phone, and he can't get enough of her as he goes back for more.

C/W: 18+ MDNI, SMUT HEAVY, cunnilingus, fingering, collared sub, willing sub, praises, degradation, multiple orgasms, over stimulation, orgasm denial

Word Count: ~4k

A/N: I threw out the first attempt of me writing this part so I'm so sorry it took longer than I anticipated. I'm so much happier with this final edit, and I hope you are too! Gotta keep y'all fed <3

Enjoy~

Part 1

It didn’t matter what inflection or tone her voice carried; he could hear another version of her in the recesses of his mind. Moaning his name, whispering things that bounced back and forth from sweet praises to filthy degradation. It was at the most inconvenient moments, when she was presenting her reports during the current briefing, for example. When she was focused and neutral, paying no mind to how he undressed her with his eyes. If anything, she was better behaved than he was. At least from what he could see on the outside.

Then he discovered what went on behind her practiced persona. More like what she premeditated to transpire. His phone vibrated in his pocket, alerting him to a text message from Tempest.

Enjoying the view while you sit back there, trying to conceal your raging hard-on?

His eyes snapped back up, wide as saucers. They shifted cautiously, checking to make sure no one had seen him. Everyone else was too focused on Tempest, some of them looking too hard at her. It would warrant a cold glare from Konig if he wasn’t shocked by her message. Did she set them to send before the meeting started? He recalled her tapping away on the screen, the phone sitting in her lap while she waited for everyone to file in. And right now, she was still deep in her report, her phone tucked away in her back pocket of her ACU bottoms. Her face didn’t give away a hint of awareness that Konig received the first message. A deadly poker face, it almost scared him as much as it kept him aroused. 

Another vibration from his phone. He shifted nervously, preparing him for what was gonna pop up on the screen.

Wonder if you could sit still after seeing this…

A second message popped up shortly after, a file downloading. Scheiße…

The file was an image, her blackout silhouette posing in a doorway. Emanating a deep red glow of her surroundings. There was no way she was wearing any clothes in that boudoir-style picture. Konig could see the peaks and valleys of her entire figure. The pose did miracles for her silhouette, accentuating her perfection. She was leaning against the threshold with her back bowed, a lone foot providing support against the same surface, and a hand brushing back her wild, undone hair.

He had to shove the phone back in his pocket immediately. His lower lip was going to be a victim to the sharp bite of his teeth, definitely bruised and on the brink of breaking skin. It was all he could do to hold back any and every reaction those photos roiled within him. It was also the first time Tempest had ever sent risqué photos to him.

That little minx… she had him struggling to adjust without drawing attention to himself. Fuck, the seam of his pants was ready to tear against the strain of his cock beneath. He was aware that even soft he had a noticeable outline in some of his pants. And unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong pair today. He just hoped that his leak didn’t stain past his boxers.

“You alright?” A whisper came from Horangi. “You looked pissed.”

Konig glanced at him with a side eye, thankful that he’s unable to see anything else but the intensity in his azure eyes. “Ja, fine.” His answer contrasted the short, gruff tone in his voice. Horangi gave him one last questioning glance before he dropped it.

Tempest must have heard the two of them conversing. Her sharp eyes flicked to the back of the room, immediately locking onto Konig. It interrupted nothing she was presenting, just a fleeting moment of attention that made his cock twitch. If he didn’t get himself under control, he was gonna go insane.

“What of the weapons cache that was confiscated from the warehouse?” Ghost’s interruption jerked Konig back to reality like a cold splash of water.

Tempest shifted her stance to the other leg. Konig swore the room dropped a few degrees in between the pause she took to answer. “Accounted for, Lieutenant. It was my next topic of discussion.”

“Could’ve brought it up sooner, eh?” 

The twitch in her eyebrow disagreed with him strongly, maliciously. Their stand-offish aggression towards each other started not even ten minutes after Task Force 141 arrived to conduct a joint effort mission. Ironically enough, it was Tempest that conducted the eleventh-hour meeting with KorTac to announce their temporary stay. Konig recalled her words being:

For the next month, Task Force 141 will be roaming on our base. I will only say this once, no fighting. 141 will be treated as respected guests, these halls will be their home while they are here. No fighting. No. Fucking. Fighting!

141 arrived, Ghost and Tempest were immediately on rocky terms when he made the choice to disregard her presence and careful welcome. 

For the sake of maintaining professionalism and taking the high ground, Tempest took the retort, a relieving surprise for everyone else in the briefing room, letting it roll off her tense shoulder. “You’re right, Ghost.”

It was like everyone released the breath they were holding simultaneously. The volatile hostility had distracted Konig from his uncomfortable situation. He eased back into his chair, listening to Tempest close out the report. Konig had a big issue with Ghost. If there was an opportunity to put him in his place, Konig would seize it like a prisoner of war. The unhinged, sadistic part of him that comes out on the field whispers ways it could be done, leaving him for the wolves to feed on Ghost’s incapacitated body as he brings Tempest a trophy, that stupid skull mask, as a gesture of his devotion. He was stable enough to control his bloodlust, but there just may be a moment when they cross paths, and only one might come back alive.

Once dismissal was given by Konig, everyone filed out of the briefing room. He lingered behind to wait for Tempest to gather her paperwork, shuffling it into the leather portfolio. She wiped her face with one hand, an attempt to diffuse the anger Ghost had stirred up.

“I’m gonna snap, Colonel.” Tempest gritted between her teeth. “He’s insufferable.”

Konig leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “You kept it together, schatzi. I thought you were going to bite his head off right then and there.” The feeling was mutual.

Tempest scoffed, a smirk growing on her face. “And what message would that send to everyone else after saying ‘no fighting’?” She tucked the portfolio under her arm and faced Konig. Rather than making room for Tempest to walk pass, Konig straightened up, his chin dipping to look at her more directly. He could see the shift in her eyes from irritation to confusion.

“Speaking of messages, you want to explain yourself?” Konig was asking as her Colonel, at least his voice reflected that. In reality, he was a few more heartbeats away from folding to her all over again.

Clarity cleared up the puzzling glint in her gaze, and her voice lowered to a level that made his legs turn to lead. “You really want to talk about that right here, right now? We can talk about how I can have you so fucking strung out, leaving you pent up without release for a whole fucking week, huh?”

To anyone passing by the briefing room, Tempest looked like a subordinate expressing her grievances that could be connected to Ghost’s temperament and lack of respect. Not a single trace of the debauchery she was making out of Konig. Her resolve was crafted - no, stronger than carbon fiber, her words sinking deep into his bloodstream like venom. 

Her eyebrows raised after a pause passed when she didn’t get an answer from him. “At a loss for words, Colonel?” The added bite to his rank could rip through his jugular. “I left something on your desk. Maybe when you see it we can discuss this further.” The faintest smirk passed her mouth, and she stormed her way past Konig to leave the room.

Konig let out the breath that was caught in his throat since she started talking. His fist slammed on the nearby table when his pants became uncomfortably tight again.

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The door clicked behind him as the sight of a black gift box greeted him, sitting perfectly on top of scattered files and loose papers across his desk. It was wider in dimension than its height, no larger than what could be a personal box of chocolates. After rounding the desk, Konig took a seat in his leather chair. He lifted the lid and set it aside, revealing a second box, but this one had a soft, velvet surface. Jewelry? No.

His deft fingers opened the top, its hinges giving some resistance. Inside sat a sleek, black collar with a metal ring adorned front and center, sitting on a bed of dark, red satin. Mein Gott… Konig’s eyes bugged, his fingers whispered against the high-quality leather. In the center of the collar was nestled a small card with scripted words, reading “If it goes on, there’s no turning back ♥” Konig was well aware of what this meant for him. Put the collar on, and he was hers. 

He already declared himself to be hers after the second time, the sober time they had phone sex, but this would be the physical affirmation that would seal the deal. If it weren’t for the fact that he wore the makeshift sniper hood, concealing both face and neck, he wouldn’t have even bothered taking the collar out of its pretty display case. She must have taken that into consideration when she picked it out. It was extremely arousing, the idea of having this dirty little secret with a physical memento. Going completely undetected. They could be amongst all of KorTac, and only two people would be aware of the collar’s presence.

The metal ring made a soft clink against its hardware as he pulled it from the satin bed, and he lifted the hood enough to bring the collar around his neck. Why did it fit so perfectly? How did she get the dimensions down so well? It fit snug, pressed flush against the column of his throat. It would take some time getting used to, he’s never worn something of the sort. The fabric of the sniper hood fell over it, and Konig tucked away the box in one of the drawers of his desk. The inner lining of the leather was soft and when it rubbed against him, he let out a soft sigh. I’m hers…

“I’ll take it you got my gift.”

Konig’s attention shot up to his unexpected visitor across the room, he didn’t even hear the sound of the door opening and closing. Tempest. He went mouse silent. Her small boots thumped against the floor as she stepped forward to the front of his desk, leaning into it. Her face was still serious like the last time she saw her a few hours ago. Without answering, he flipped up one side of his hood to reveal the hardware hugging his neck. There was a glimmer in her dark eyes, like a furnace was turned on and was stoked with every piece of coal you could find.  

She finally smiled, wide and proud of his decision. “It looks so nice around that pretty neck…” her fingers traced along the edge of the cheap oak desk, and she made her way around. Konig’s chair swiveled to face her when she stopped in front of him, his heart already racing, and his breath labored. She knows exactly what that lethal inflection does to him, using it like the weapon that will be his demise. With Konig seated, he was at eye-level with Tempest, giving her access to use a hand to trail up his chest. The ghost of her touch had his body shuddering, he was ready to let out a throaty whine. He’s been so fucking touch-starved, it was enough to bring to life the entire network of his nerve endings. Her hand reached beneath Konig’s hood, looping a finger through the metal ring. “Perfect for me to just…” she gave a hard tug, and his body jerked towards her. Tempest leaned in, giving herself leverage on the armrest with her other hand. Her lips pressed close to his burning ear. “You like being my pet so much that you’ll wear that pretty little collar?”

Words disintegrated on his tongue, but when all he managed to do was nod, her demanding grip on his face pulled him out of his stupor. “Yes, my liebling.” He was crumbling to her will faster now that this was all happening face-to-face rather than over the phone. Her touch was flames licking at his stubbled jaw. Konig took a second to close his eyes shut only to look back at her with his baby blue stare.

“Look at those sweet puppy dog eyes.” Tempest cooed sardonically. “Already this hard just from my hand holding your face?” Her eyes darted down to look at the front of his pants at the tent he was pitching. She added to the stimulation with her thumb brushing over his stubble. “I’m gonna put that strong jaw to use.” Tempest released her hold on him and scooted in the space between Konig’s desk and chair. He paid close attention to her movements, following her again with a squeak of his chair turning.

Konig couldn’t pry his eyes away from Tempest if he wanted to. He watched her hoist herself up onto the edge of the desk, wiggling her hips to make herself comfortable in the space free of paperwork clutter. Apprehension and panic made his heart race when he noticed Tempest reaching to undo her belt, connecting the pieces of what she alluded to. “Right here?” A quick glance at the door to his office signified that she locked the door when she first came in. Still, the possibility of someone coming looking for Konig had him on edge. But wholly fuck, it was erotic. 

“You wanted to talk about my messages so badly earlier, and I’m gonna give you a chance to tell me what went through your head.” The fly of her pants was already down, and her lithe fingers slipped into the waistband of her pants to sit there.

Tempest was interrupted by Konig reaching down for her foot. “Here, engel.” He lifted one foot to rest on his knee, unlacing her boots with care to slip it off and set it to the side. His massive hands did the same as the other while Konig peeked up to her face, gauging her reaction. Konig thirsted for the slightest bit of delight from his domme. Her onyx eyes burned into him like a cigarette bud singing his skin, impatiently waiting for him to get on with it.

“I couldn’t chance another second of looking at that body of yours,” Konig muttered. “I didn’t want to know what it was like to come without touching myself.”

Hearing this brought her cruel pleasure, twisting that wicked smile wider. “It might just happen for you, sir.” Her hands began to shove off her bottoms, underwear and all. Konig assisted her, the act itself feeling extremely intimate. He did it mostly to avoid making direct eye contact with the thing he desired most right now. To avoid jeopardizing his chances of having any release from all of this. Tempest closed her legs off by crossing one over the other. “Keep talking.”

Konig bit down on his lip as he could see a tuft of groomed hair at the apex of her thighs. “My thoughts paled in comparison to seeing the real deal,” his German accent thickened as he went on. “Could see the outline of your nipples… the shape of your bare ass.” All thoughts ceased when her legs parted, the display of her glistening pussy left him open-mouthed. Paled in fucking comparison was the understatement of the year. His hips bucked once in his chair, hands gripping on the armrests so hard the leather groaned in his strong hold. Someone would have to stab his eyes out to make him look away from that beauty-

“Eyes up here.”

He let out a pained whine, willing himself to make eye contact with her. Fuck, he could already smell her from where he sat, it brought him to the brink of drooling like a wild animal. “Let me taste you, mein hase. Please, I need to have you.”

“Already this needy, after all the waiting you’ve done. Going the past couple of weeks with nothing but my voice and those looks you give me in the weight room? Don’t look at me like that, I know you look.” Tempest readied two of her fingers with a swipe in her mouth, not like she fucking needed it. Her greedy pussy swallowed up both digits as her strokes moved in and out of her at a languid speed. Her neck rolled back as she let out a soft sigh, the small part in her lips going very noticed by Konig as he coded every look, every sound and scent into his very soul. 

“I do, I have watched you.” Konig confessed. “I’ll make you feel good, liebe. Please, I need you.” It was taking everything to not lunge at her and claim that pretty cunt with his tongue, his fingers, anything she desired.

Her fingers left her pussy neglected, poor thing. Konig caught the sheen of her arousal coating her fingers, webbing between her fingers when she spread them just enough. Instead of offering it up to him, she sucked on her own fingers, eyes rolling back in her skull. This was pure torture at this point. His cock was strangled in his pants, and he wasn’t about to touch himself when he was so close to having what he needed. Her fingers left her mouth with a gentle smack as she shifted her hips a little more forward. “Finish the job.”

Tempest couldn’t finish her command without Konig lurching forward like a starved predator. He lifted his hood just enough for his mouth to latch onto his target while his rough, calloused hands reached underneath her to cup her perfect ass. The tug had a sharp gasp coming from her when he pulled Tempest closer to him, her hips hanging off the ledge with the assist of Konig holding her in place. One of her legs fell limp to the side, so he pulled a hand away from her just to toss that lazy leg over his shoulder, giving her better leverage.

His growl was primal, almost demonic. Vibrating against her sex. Konig swiped his tongue from the bottom of her entrance, all the way up just below her clit. Tempest choked back a moan, clenching it tight in her throat to keep it from echoing in the room. The sound coming from Konig was a warning for her to give him every cry and moan, he wanted to hear it all the same way she ordered him so many times before. When she tilted her head down to meet his feral stare, the half-lidded, eyebrow furrowed expression she gave him had the cum shooting up his shaft dangerously quick. 

Konig had to close his eyes and breathe to calm himself down as his tongue continued exploring her divine taste. He was drunk on it all, the taste, the way her body twitched and squirmed at every flick of his tongue, the privilege of pleasing his domme, the look she had just given him. What he would give to make her stay like this, splayed out on his desk for him to take. 

After teasing her with a few laps up and down her slit, he moved on to circle his tongue on the neglected bundle of nerves, rolling it between his lips with a nibble. It made her squeal, something Konig had never heard from her. “Fuck, wait…” now she was the babbling mess at his mercy. “Too good~” Her small hand gripped onto the back of his head, scrunching up the fabric of his mask.

He wasn’t stopping now, not after the teasing she has been doing to him all this time. Konig wanted her trembling, quaking on his tongue. To show her what she’s been holding out on, make her regret it. To melt any and all thoughts floating around in that pretty head, his name being the only thing she will remember. “Too much for you to handle, pretty baby?”

“Shut up, almost there.” Tempest mewled as her hips started rutting into his assault on her clit. Konig didn’t need a warning of her impending climax, he could hear it in the crescendo of her moans. His hair was now tangled beneath the stranglehold she had on him. The sound of his name falling from her lips endlessly was a whole entire music score dedicated just to him. He kept the pace strong and steady, fueled by the need to make her come undone.

And that came sooner than anticipated. Her thighs squeezed the sides of his head as she writhed and bucked against his face. She tried scooting away from him, but it gave him the angle to pin her hips down, freeing his hands to add to the mix. Cries and screams pierced the air, a cacophony of stuttering breaths and whimpers of overstimulation. His tongue may have eased up on its ministrations, but he kissed the overworked nerve, open mouthed and lazily. “Mein perle…” Konig whispered against her sex, as if speaking to her pussy rather than her. A single digit lined up with the entrance of her weeping cunt, she was more than ready to take his thick fingers. “One more, liebling. Give me one more.” 

“Ohh…” Tempest’s back arched off the desk as Konig offered her his finger, her walls greedily sucking him in as she continued to pulsate from her first orgasm. “Konig...!” Oh, how he loved hearing her squeal his name. 

“You can take it, for me.” It wasn’t an order; it was a plea to let him break her apart one more time. He wanted to be the only thing on her mind as she fell asleep tonight, his name falling from those perfect lips in the dead of her slumber. Because he sure as hell was going to be dreaming of the way her face contorts and twists in blissful agony as she begs for him to ease up on her swollen pussy.

She was already tensing up for another, Konig could feel it in the way her body responded to his finger curling against that spot. “That’s it, come for me.”

Tempest did just that, convulsing and sobbing through each shockwave that racked her body. Konig pulled his mouth and finger away, knowing she was sensitive as hell from what he just put her through. He slid a hand behind her lower back and neck, lifting her from the desk and onto his lap to straddle him. She continued to tremble through the high, her hot breath against his neck as her arms found their way around his torso. 

Konig wanted to stay like this with her, forgetting everything else that happened outside his office. It didn’t matter. None of it. He rubbed her back as she started to settle down. “How was that schatz?”

A pleased hum was her response before she sat up to move his mask away to reveal his lips. “Need to taste.” She leaned in for a forceful kiss, her tongue slipping past his lips, groaning at the perfect mixture of his saliva and her arousal. As if she couldn’t get any hotter.

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[bangtanflirt]

From Bully To Boy-Toy (Drabble #2)

I know 900 words isn’t exactly a drabble for a lot of you but I just felt like calling this a drabble lol. This is based on my two-shot fic, “From Bully To Boy-Toy.” Read the main story here: (Part 1 &  Part 2) 

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: smut, secretly submissive Jimin, bully Jimin, femdom, humiliation and degradation kink, pretty heavy on the blackmail kink this time, twisted morals and badly negotiated kinks (good for writing and reading, but horrible for real life!) 

18+ ONLY. Read under the cut.

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The last time you were in Park Jimin’s bedroom, it was when you caught him indulging in his dirty little secrets. Now, being a part of said secret, you feel much more at ease in his space than before—especially knowing you have the upper hand. Poor boy looks like a lost lamb in his own bedroom, standing awkwardly in his nude form. One of your favorite things about Jimin is just how much he squirms under your gaze every single time, no matter how many times the two of you play these games. It helps that you keep him on his toes, never giving too much away of what’s in store for him. Just like today.

“Lay down on the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”

There’s no hesitation anymore, not like when this thing first started. Now, he’s on good boy autopilot, feet shuffling immediately at a command. You can’t help but let out a little laugh. No one in their right minds would believe you if you said you had the campus’s biggest dick (in both senses of the word) at your beck and call. Just this morning you had heard the rumors of what happened in his Chem lab, where he sabotaged some guy’s experiment and caused a small fire. Granted, he’s been easing up heavily on the cliché ‘push a nerd against a locker’ type of stuff, but Jimin needs to know you’re not fond of his other games either.

His breath hitches at the cold metal clicking against his hands, handcuffs holding him firmly in place.

“I heard about the Chem lab incident.”

“Th-that was an accident. I was trying to help him!”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Oh please, I took that class last semester. I know exactly what the assignment was, and there’s no way to mess up that lab in such a way. You’d have to go out of your way for that to happen.”

You see his eyes go wide, not expecting your pushback. Suddenly, he’s not making eye contact anymore.

There’s a pause before he mumbles a whiny “sorry” under his breath.

“Not good enough pretty-boy. I heard the poor guy got in trouble instead of you. Still as cunning as ever, are we? Did you even know he’s on scholarship? Not everyone can afford to fuck around like you do Park.”

He doesn’t talk back.

You fish out a red lipstick from your bag, making bold strokes across his chest. His brows furrow in an attempt to bend his neck enough to read the writing, frustrated that he can’t see it.

“Here, I’ll help you out.” You take out your phone, making sure to aim the camera in a way that captures both his face and the words. You wave the screen in front of his face tauntingly. You watch as his cheeks turn bright red at the sight, the words clear as day now.

“Read it out loud.”

“Disgusting little bitch.” The words come out in whispers.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

He nods with zero protest.

“Say it. Say the whole sentence.” Your camera’s on him once again, ready to record.

“I’m a disgusting little bitch.”

“And why are you a disgusting little bitch?”

He looks unsure, not knowing what you want to hear, but your eyes are nudging him to speak.

“Because I like being made fun of, because it gets me hard.”

You smirk, playing the video back for both of your viewing pleasure.

“This is great, I’m sure the whole college will love this!”

Jimin freezes, skin going two shades paler and visibly clammy.

“Y/N—you can’t…” His heartbeat thuds loudly in his ears at the thought of people at school seeing that video. His cock seems to be on a different wavelength as the rest of him though, getting painfully harder by the minute. It’s baffling how his rational mind can dread something so much while his horny one gets off on it.

“Don’t worry. I won’t…if you behave. I’ve told you nicely plenty of times to stop picking on people, haven’t I? But you keep doing it, so it seems I need to resort to this. Behave and these will be for my eyes only. Simple.”

He nods fervently, “I’ll be good. Please don’t show anyone!”

“Good bitch.” You toss the phone aside, using your hands for more urgent matters—the proudly erect cock greeting you. Jimin hisses at your soft hands gently stroking up and down his length, letting himself get lost in the sensation. You get lost in it too, his cute whimpers filling up the room. It doesn’t take long to push him over the edge, creating a sticky mess over your blue nail polish. You notice how much quicker he gets off, and your hunch about this particular kink of his is proven true.

You clean your hands off in the bathroom while Jimin cools down with a quick shower.

“I’m deleting the photo and video, so you don’t have to freak out.”

The water stops and the man peaks out curiously, grabbing a towel to dry off.

“You are?”

“It was just to get you riled up. I would never actually blackmail someone, I’m not you.” You roll your eyes.

There’s a long pause as Jimin seems to be in heavy thought.

“Don’t delete them.”

“What?”

“Keep them on your phone. I want you to. Use them to make me behave.”

You look into his eyes, and they are as serious and sober as they could be.

“Damn Park, I didn’t think your blackmail kink ran this deep.”

He’s blushing again, before shuffling away into the bedroom with his head down.

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[shigarakisslutbag]

So this isnt gonna be a mommy kink hc but more or less just an assertive reader who knows what she wants im horny as fuck at work and on lunch so i decided id write a little scenario.

Edit*: i ended up not finishing this at work so im finishing it now 😂

So youre more of a switch but boy oh boy do you like taking control

Shigaraki doesnt mind one bit

Tell him youre gonna drench his face until he drowns in your creamy pussy? Hes so down

You wanna ride him even unt hes cumming over and over from overstim and hes on the verge of tears? Hes already laid down

Get home from work with that special look in your eyes that says "im gonna suck you off until your cum is dripping down my chin" ? Hes already got his pants down.

And all you ever want is to make him feel good, it makes you so so happy . And he wants you to be happy.

So he'll be your fuck toy all you want

Like right now

Currently youre grinding your throbbing clit on the head of his dick over and over. Slowly soaking the head of his cock with your slick

"Im gonna put it in now" you say with a tone that implies he didnt really have a choice in the matter even if he wanted.

You slide his cock along your folds, your cum leaking all over his dick.

Finally you start to ease down on it and god it feels like heaven. All you want is to be stuffed to the brim.

Tomura loves the way his cock goes in inch by inch into your tight pretty pussy. Hugging at his dick with your warm cunt hungry for him and only him.

He doesnt know how he ever found an angel like you

He starts thrusting his hips up because youre going oh so slow.

You lightly hit his leg to get him to stop, and he does

"Youll take what i give you or youll have nothing at all " and he whines in response. Fucking brat

So you go even slower this time

"Is this why you do this? Do you like it when i go so agonizingly slow? Because it sure feels like it you ungrateful brat. Heres whats gonna happen. Im gonna tease your pretty cock all i want and youre gonna like it. Because im gonna enjoy myself . "

Hes practically whining from the way you talk to him, the way you tease is cock by clenching your walls around his hardened cock, which has been hard for hours just from thinking about you. Hes so, SO desperate for you to slam your hips fown harder, go faster, anything

Hes already shaking with anticipation of his release

"I love you enough to let you cum inside my pussy, dont be a bad boy and ruin the fun okay?"

And he nods . Because while youre eager to please him, hes also eager to please you. And only you. He wont even touch himself until you get home

Youve engraved it in his mind that you should be the only woman he'll ever have the privledge to crave.

Ill let you all decide whether he getd to cum or not;)) 💋

#stuff #my stuff #shigaraki x reader headcanons smut #tomura shigaraki x reader #domme reader x shigaraki #domme reader #sub shiggy #sub shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura

[acciotherapists]

Two Weeks

Loki x Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Smut, Sub!Loki, Dom!Female Reader, mommy kink, 18+

Summary: You've been gone for two weeks on a mission and Loki has been desperate for you

I breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the Avengers Compound. Home at last. Loki rushed outside, pulling me into his arms and burying his face in my neck. 

"Missed you," he murmured softly and I knew it instantly. The way he clung to my body, not even caring that the team was nearby. The way he buried his face into my neck, the racing of his heart as he pressed himself impossibly closer to me. He was feeling subby. Poor baby. After being gone for two weeks he was particularly desperate for any sort of touch and I was happy to oblige. 

"Come with me, baby," I murmured, taking his hand and leading him to our bedroom, quickly closing the door behind us as he gripped me tighter.

"Never leave that long again," he whimpered. "Need you… need mommy."

"But you have me, baby."

"Noo," he whined. "Need to be inside you… need to touch you. Please, mommy."

"How can I deny you when you beg so sweetly?"

He groaned but smiled as I led him to the bed. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed, baby. I want to see your pretty cock.”

He quickly obeyed and I licked my lips at the sight of his hard cock, standing tall and leaking precum.

“Please,” he whimpered. “My hand wasn’t enough for those two weeks, mommy. It hurts.”

“Aw, baby,” I cooed. “Were you in pain for two whole weeks?”

He nodded.

“Oh, you poor baby. Perhaps next time I’ll have to make you a little video to hold you over until I get back.”

“No… no more missions,” he whimpered as I moved closer.

“Aw, baby… should I tell Tony I can’t go on anymore missions because I have a needy little sub at home, hm?”

“Mhm,” he agreed, reaching out for me. I took his hand, tutting softly.

“And what about your missions, hm? What about when you leave mommy for weeks at a time?”

“No more, mommy. We only go on missions together,” he said determined as a little pout crossed his face. I chuckled at how cute he was before bringing his hand to his cock. He looked at me confused as I sat next to him on the bed.

“Touch yourself, baby. Show me how you touched your pretty cock while I was away and then perhaps I’ll let you cum.”

He quickly began stroking himself as I stripped my combat uniform off and threw it into a corner of the room.

“Stop,” I ordered him, bringing his hand to my already dripping pussy. “Touch me, baby. Coat your hand with my juices.”

He quickly obliged, slipping his hand into my underwear and cupping my heated sex. I moaned at the feeling and started grinding back and forth on his hand. Our breaths grew heavy as he spread my folds with his fingers, thrusting his palm upwards towards my clit to release more of my juices onto his hand.

“Remove your hand, my love,” I murmured, cupping his face and pressing my lips to his as he slowly removed his hand. “Touch yourself again, baby.”

A wet sound filled the room as he began stroking his cock with the hand coated with my juices.

“Norns, yes!” he moaned, stroking faster. “I’m gonna cum!” he shouted and I quickly removed his hand.

He whined but I quickly silenced him by pressing my lips to his. “Please, mommy. Sit on my cock,” he begged in between kisses.

I straddled his cock, quickly sinking down onto him as he gripped my hips, throwing his head back onto the pillow. “Norns, yes, darling. Thank you! Thank you!” he shouted. I leaned forward, capturing his lips once again. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth and I let him dominate the kiss, knowing he needed to be as close as possible.

I moved my hips in a circular motion and he groaned against my lips. “Mommy,” he whimpered.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?”

“I have everything I need,” he murmured, kissing my cheeks.

I smiled, slowly increasing my pace on top of his cock. “Yes, mommy! Use me! Use me for your pleasure!” he groaned. 

“Such a whore for me.”

“Yes, mommy. Y-your whore. All yours! Just wanna be under you always… in every way. Under you… inside you.”

“Fuck, baby. You keep talking like that and I’m going to cum.”

“Please, mommy, cum for me. I need it. I’ve wanted to feel your walls squeezing my cock for two weeks. Please… please cum for me.”

I groaned as my release washed over me and I continued riding him, feeling his cock twitching inside me.

“Cum, baby… please cum inside me, Loki.”

He growled, releasing inside me, his cold cum coating my walls as I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, darling,” Loki replied, using his magic to clean us up, but still holding me close. “Don’t get off of me just yet, love… please…  just need to be inside you a little longer.”

I nodded, ignoring my sensitive cunt, and snuggling closer to him as his cock slowly slowly softened inside me.

“You are perfect, my darling,” he whispered into my hair.

“As are you, Loki.”

#loki oneshot #loki smut #sub loki smut #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #lokixreader #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki friggason #loki of asgard #smutty #domme reader #smut #loki x reader smut

[milfdayz]

fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need

#dom thoughts #ftm dom #nsft #domme mommy #queer nsft #bunny boy #mommy k!nk #bi ns/fw #puppy bf #ftm nsft #mlm nsft #mlm ns/fw #sub male reader #bd/sm mommy #lgbt nsft #trans nsft #wlw nsft #t4t nsft #soft k1nk

[barbiiedom]

if you came too fast you can just eat me out, baby, it’s okay <3

#fem dom #fem domme #domme posting #domminatrix #gentle domination #fem dom reader #mine #men are superior #cvmdump

[sarahowritesostucky]

Lingerie Preferences: Bucky

Bucky's been through a lot, okay? Of all your guys, you most love making him feel good. He effing deserves it!

So you love to wear his favorite, nostalgic pieces: stuff from the 30's and 40's - either true vintage or reproductions.

He didn't tell you that he loves this stuff: he's shy, wouldn't want to impose or make demands. But you figured it out pretty quickly when you saw his gaze go dreamy and distant, the first time you wore vintage lingerie.

He loves pale pinks, creams with lace, powder blues: all the colors and silky textures the gals used to wear back in his day.

You've become quite the negligee thrifter, finding all sorts of well-preserved pieces at estate sales and such, and definitely amusing your dry cleaner every time you bring in a new treasure

Camping with the Daddies: Bucky Barnes "Soft"

SugarBaby Series: Imagines for all five Daddies

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #mcu #marvel #fanfiction #fanfic imagines #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #sugarbaby #sugardaddy #domme mommy

[anyaeras]

❥・Domme!Mommy!Wanda head cannons

[sometimes I just think about her]

Masterlist

♡ Soft head cannons-

❥・mommy Wanda's love language was words of affirmation, yet she also enjoyed physical touch, such as holding you, soft back rubs and running her hand through your hair. You being a cuddler, she finds it adorable

❥・She wasn't a big cook, but she loved to bake, often she was ask for you help making some sweet treats.

❥・ When she was reading on the sofa she would always welcome you to lay you head on her lap, she would read and randomly run her fingers through your hair.

❥・Late nights she loved to watch sitcoms, overtime she would get you to also fall in love with the cute television programs

❥・Wanda was protective, she made sure you were taken care of always. She got very good at reading your emotions and made sure to try and keep them in check.

❥・ Even though she was protective, she was also very possessive, anytime you guys went to one of Tony's parties her jealousy would spike.

❥・ She loved to pick out your clothes, better if she could put you in her own sweaters. She knew you liked the smell of them anyway.

❥・She uses flower bomb perfume by viktor and rolf

❥・ Wanda Loves baths, she would add lavender salts when she would take baths, sometimes she would ask you to join her.

❥・she found when you had an attitude funny, knowing she could easily change your mood.

♡ NSFW-

❥・Wanda had a huge mommy kink obviously, she loved when you called her mommy in and out of bed, it made her feel things in the best way.

❥・ Praising, she was soft and would praise you when you were doing a good job. Eating her out? "So good for me baby" "keep going детка, so pretty you are"

❥・ Mommy Wanda used pet names A LOT, she could never run out as she always added a pet name when speaking to you.

❥・ She had a dark side, sometimes she just needed to rut her strap into you, taking out her stress as you moaned and squirm under her.

❥・ She loved to get you begging and whining for her touch. Wanda thought it was hot to see you beg for her to play with you.

❥・ She loved to dress you up in pretty lacy bras and panties.

❥・She was positive, and would sometimes leave marks just for you to look back at them.

❥・ Praising you while fucking you in front of a mirror so you can see yourself being mommy's slut

❥・ Oral fixation, she would put her fingers in your mouth just for fun, forcing you to suck.

❥・when you are really being a brat, she was get mean with you back, making sure you knew mommy was in charge.

❥・ Sometimes when she was really in the mood she would ride a strap she put on you, or maybe even let you fuck her, guiding you showing you just how to fuck her the right way.

#lgbtqia #marvel #writing #marvel mcu #fanfic #marvel edits #marvel fic #anyaeras #mommy wanda #domme mommy #domme Wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #headcanon #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximilf #wanda maximoff smut #wanda smut #wandavision #wanda marvel #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch

[imrllytootiredforthis]

i want a pretty boy on my dick like rn

#hard thoughts #dom reader #domme reader #dom!reader

[luna-andra]

Late Night Hotline | Sub!Konig x Reader | Part 1

Summary: Konig finds himself getting off to his Lieutenant's voice over the phone, and he can't get enough of her as he goes back for more.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: This fic does contain mention of dub-con/non-con from the result of involvement of alcohol. This is purely fictional, and should remain fictional. I do not condone real actions of taking advantage of someone's intoxication.

And as always, MDNI, 18+!!!

Enjoy~

This was so fucked up on so many levels.

Did it stop Konig from doing it another time? And once more after that? No chance in hell. But how could the powerhouse, the juggernaut Colonel of KorTac fold to the will of his short stack Lieutenant? Tempest… her call sign described her perfectly. The raging storm that took him by force, making the mountain that he is bow before her.

And it was all because of some stupid, drunk call.

His buddies dared him after several rounds of shots. There was always talk about how Tempest had the most enchanting voice in the unit. He overheard some lower rank meatheads say how she could work one of those old-school phone sex hotlines and make someone nut in less than three minutes, flat. Despite how much he agreed, he had those kids run an extra two hours of training that morning. Tempest worked extremely hard to get to where she’s at, and Konig would be damned if he let that kind of harassment fly.

So you can imagine how extremely shitty he felt after slipping away to the bathroom to fist his fucking cock. He thought it was all over for him when people asked Tempest if she got a late night call.

“Well, yeah the Colonel called,” she admitted, her eyebrows furrowing into anger. “I had to talk him through the copious amounts of liquor he was up-chucking, no thanks to you assholes. ”

It tilted Konig’s world, axes shifting, hearing her cover for him. When she had every upper hand on him. He kept his eyes fixated on her as she chewed out each person, all of them standing almost a foot taller than her. But they cowered away from her like she was an angry pit bull. “Get out of my face and go find something better to do.” All of them turned away silently, almost urgently trying to get away from her. Tempest glanced at Konig, her copper eyes laced with the rage she let loose. But he saw beyond it. Seeing the mischief, the kernel of devilry from the night before. She had him completely pussy-whipped.

And she hadn’t even touched him.

“Hope you’re doing better, Colonel.” She gave him a pat on his arm, walking past him without a second look.

“Ja,” Konig managed to say, her brief touch making his stomach flip.

He thought that would be the end of it. An accidental phone call, one that would be swept under the rug as they say. One that made him a begging, whimpering mess in her hands.

He thought he could move on from this, until she called again. It was a few days after the first incident. Konig watched the phone ring in his hand, standing in his personal quarters. “TEMPEST” in bold letters displayed on the screen. His insides turned cold. She never called him at this hour before. Before the last ring, he pressed the green answer button, lifting the phone painfully slow to his ear. “Hallo?”

“You answered~”

Konig’s insides turned to ice. She spoke in that sultry tone that drove him crazy. He conjured whatever strength he had to keep it together. “I did” Perfect, I didn’t falter…

The smile spreading across her face was something he swore he could hear over the phone. She was aware of how malleable the Colonel of KorTac currently is. How pliant and submissive he could be, for her. “What are you doing right now?”

He swallowed, desperately hoping that the microphone didn’t pick up on it. “I’m in my room,” his boots touched the edge of the bed frame, signaling him that it was safe to sit. “On my bed.” Did that sound right? He felt like the safe choice was to give her short, vague answers. “What are you doing?”

“Did you wait long for me?” Tempest ignored his question. “Pacing around your room, debating on whether you should get off to what we did the other night?”

Konig squeezed his eyes shut as he removed his sniper hood and balaclava, his hand ran down his face as he tried to regain the composure that was quickly slipping. “We can’t speak about that. It won’t happen again.” A chill ran down his spine from her sinister giggle, feeling his quickly growing length strangle for room in his pants.

“See, I would believe you, but there’s one thing that doesn’t make sense. Why did you pick up the phone?”

His exhale shuddered. This time she definitely heard it.

“Well, I’ll let you go then, you seem pretty set on nipping this in the bud-” his trembling answer told her everything she needed to know.

“N-no. I mean…” Konig gripped the edge of the bed, it creaked in his strangling hold.

“Colonel, relax.” Tempest cooed. “Don’t you ever get tired of calling all the shots? Carrying the burden of every single operator in the unit? I know the answer, it’s in the way you hold all of that tension in your shoulders. Which, by the way, looked a lot less tense after that one night.

“But when you’re behind closed doors, in the comfort of privacy, I can make you forget. Take all the encumbrance of control, empty your mind, along with your balls-”

“Tempest.”

Fuck, shit. Did he just whine?

There was a pause, so loud it rang in his ears. “Aww, you poor, whimpering thing.” He could hear the rustling of clothes on her end. “Are you still in uniform?”

“Yes.” Why was he still talking to her? Every answer and response he gave Tempest only urged her to keep talking with that sinful, honey-laced lilt. He was so fucked. Every time her voice graced his ears, from here on, would make him want to crumble. In and outside his bedroom. Konig would gladly give her the throne - hell, he would be the throne - she so exceptionally earned. Her siren call snaked like tendrils around his failing will.

“Do you want me to get undressed?” Konig nervously asked, the anticipation within the silence making his heart race erratically.

“Are you asking for permission?” Her voice was stern and sickeningly sweet at the same time.

Konig nodded, then realized she wasn’t gonna get her answer that way. “I am. I need your permission, please.” He passed the point of caring to keep it together, his voice quivered with desperation.

“Granted.”

Wasting no time, he kicked his boots off whilst clawing at the buckle of his belt. The metal clinked as it flew off to the side, Konig’s impatience growing. His heavy pants fell to the ground next to his boots. The kevlar vest was like a vice, restricting his airflow. With one hand still holding the phone to his ear, the other ripped away at the velcro straps, maneuvering it up over his head, landing on the floor with a heavy thump. He laid back into his bed, his breathing labored in the aftermath. Tempest probably enjoyed listening to him struggle in his haste to please her.

“All of it.”

Konig’s eyes widened, wondering how she knew that he left his shirt and boxers on. A wave of vulnerability washed over him, feeling like her eyes were on him. “A-all of my clothes?”

“Mhmm,” she confirmed.

The remainder of his clothes collected in a pile at the foot of the bed. He looked down, seeing his neglected cock pulsing, resting against his stomach. It was near painful with how hard this made him, the shame washing over him as he saw his tip was already leaking. Konig was proud of his physique, and worked his ass off to maintain a rock-solid build. He made up his mind years ago that a man who stood at 6’10” couldn’t be gangly and thin. No one would take him seriously, sure his height alone made people back away from challenging him, but he had to look like - and be able to - crush a man’s chest cavity with his bare hands.

But the mere idea of Tempest having a full view of him, baring everything to her made him feel more determined to please her. He wanted to see the delightful gleam in her eyes, proud of her… what was he to her? Her boy toy? It didn’t matter, he just wanted her to have nothing to turn away from when it came to him.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “So good for me…”

His throat went dry, and his hand gripped around the base of his length, holding it there until he was allowed to proceed. He held the same expectation of following orders the same way he wanted it from his subordinates. What kind of Colonel would he be if he couldn’t lead by example? “It’s so fucking hard.” His voice trembled.

Her moan came through the phone, his eyes rolled back with a sharp inhale. “If only these hands trailing my body were yours instead of mine… they’re so much stronger… and can fill me so much better.”

Fuck, this is real.

He couldn’t believe that he was doing this stone-cold sober, that the first time wasn’t some crazy alcohol-induced dream. He couldn’t believe that she didn’t report him, or oust him as some pervert to the rest of the team. “Please, keep talking, liebling..” Konig groaned.

“I will, don’t you worry.” Tempest purred. “On the condition that I get to hear every pretty noise, every breath and every time you moan my name. And you will not cover your mouth or restrain yourself like last time.” She was firm with her command.

He could do that, right? What did he have to lose at this point?

“Let me know my instructions were clear.” She continued.

His throat felt like he was closing, but he managed to respond. “I understand, Tempest.” 

“Good boy,” she praised. “Let me hear those pretty sounds you make when you touch yourself.”

Oh, god finally. His hand started to stroke his cock, the overstimulating sensation pulled a loud moan from his parted lips. His chest started heaving as he kept up a slower pace, not wanting to work himself up too fast. The wild imagination began to swirl in his mind, imagining her small, soft hands working him instead. She would probably have to use both hands, one sliding its way up and down his shaft, while the other caressed the sensitive tip, spreading his precum all over… “Tempest..” he moaned, her name leaving his lips like a cry for help, calling for her beautiful voice to usher him his release.

He heard the squelch of her own body through the phone, followed by a broken moan. “Such a dirty slut…” she whispers again. “You follow orders so well, just as good as when you’re giving them… ordering your subordinates to train harder…”

“Y-yes, don’t stop…” he threw his head back, his breath becoming shallow and erratic. His accent thickened as he became lost in the desperation of chasing his release, the desperation to please her. With his other hand, he reached down to cup his balls, feeling them tighten from the stimulation. “I’m just-”

“You’re just what?” she egged him on, mimicking his whimpering cries. “A pathetic mess? Longing to plunge that aching cock deep inside-ee , ohh fuck .” It drove him crazy how much she was getting off on this the way he was. 

Konig’s body was at the point of trembling, his hips frantically rutting into his palm. “I’m whatever you want me to be, liebling.. You have me, I’m yours.” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. “Oh, Tempest.” his incessant babbling continued in German, continued as he chased his Everest, reaching close to that peak.

Her moans grew louder, her breath growing shaky as his. “That’s it… just like that… are you close, too?”

“Y-yes,” Konig whispered. He couldn’t take it any longer, the thought of watching Tempest fingering her sweet pussy on the other line had the blood vessels in his temples bulge from his sweat-beaded skin.

“We’re gonna cum together, you and me.” Her moans reached higher pitches, nearly raising up an octave.

Konig squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his spend work its way up his shaft. “Liebling, oh shit… I’m- ” There was no returning from the shockwave that had him roaring her name. His body quaked as ropes of his release painted his abdomen. “Mein Gott,” his hips kept thrusting into his hand, and the tears broke free as he whimpered from the overstimulation.

He had to rip his hand away, laying there completely fucked out beyond comprehension.

All the while, he was listening to Tempest reach her own peak as he did. The line was filled with the sounds of their heaving breaths, her praises coming through in broken sentences. Konig stared at the pockmarked ceiling, realizing how irrefutably fucked he was, figuratively and quite literally, by the chokehold she had on his cock. 

#call of duty #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig call of duty #sub konig #domme reader #cod mw2 #mw2

[bangtanflirt]

From Bully To Boy-Toy (Part 2 of 2)

Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader

NSFW CONTENT: 18+ ONLY

Summary: When the campus bully makes you his target, you happen to stumble upon the submissive secret he’s been keeping.

Part 1

Warnings: secretly submissive Jimin, bully Jimin, condescending asshole Jimin,  soft femdom, thighjob, very brief handjob, humiliation and degradation kink, (not extreme), slight blackmail kink, a dash of revenge plotline

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It’s been eighteen hours since you ran out of Jimin’s apartment. Eighteen hours of processing what happened and successfully avoiding the man in question—not that it was hard, considering he had made no move to see you either. However, the dreaded time has come: your mechanical engineering class.

It’s alright y/n, just don’t look back and you won’t have to see him at all. Start fake coughing two minutes early so you can excuse yourself and be far gone by the time he gets out. Easy.

And through that mental pep talk do you finally find the courage to walk into class.

___

Apparently, you’ve been worried for nothing. Your plan of looking straight ahead has been working splendidly—with just a measly six minutes left before the scheduled coughing mission. You begin to relax into your seat more, guard coming down as class nears its end.

“Before I let you all go, I have to say that the scores for the first exam are in, and I’m very impressed with the overall class average! Now, it’s no secret that my exams are almost impossible to earn a perfect score in…but two of you managed to do just that. This is the first time I’ve ever had more than one person in the same class have a perfect score, so I think it’s only fitting to celebrate these students. Miss y/n + y/l/n and mister Park Jimin, please stand up!”

What the fuck.

Your positive that there’s a deity above you laughing their ass off right now.

With wobbly legs and sweaty palms, you stand up. Adding fuel to the fire, Professor Cho makes the two of you share how you studied and advice for the other students, keeping you there until the last damn second of class.

You spill out of class in a hurry, with your bag not even zipped up. Well, not zipped up until someone comes up behind you and zips it…the one person you did not want to ever see again. Without warning, he pulls you by the backpack strap to the nearest storage room.

“Did you tell anyone about what you saw yesterday?”

He’s staring you down, but the usually menacing look has a glint of hesitance in it.

“No”

“Good. You saw nothing, understand? Speak of it to anyone and I’ll make your life hell on earth.”

You nod, wanting the interaction to be over already. You’re about to reach for the door handle when he speaks up again.

“Also, I read your essay and it was pretty mediocre, so I decided not to turn it in.”

 You freeze, confusion and shock taking over.

“What…what do you mean?”

“I submitted the one I wrote instead.”

“You wrote one? B-but you told me to—”

“I know what I told you sweetheart. This was the plan y/n. It wasn’t about getting you to write my paper—I think the exam scores prove I know the material like the back of my hand—it was about making sure you don’t have time to write your own. You were getting a little close to my class ranking, so I thought I’d knock you down a peg. Besides, I would never turn in someone else’s work…that’s cheating, silly!”

That’s when your blood starts boiling. You’ve slaved over that essay for weeks and this is why? So Park Jimin could play you like a pawn in his egotistic 4D chess game? You don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation, stress, or caffeine high that makes you snap, but those words bring all of your rage and frustration to the forefront.

Before you know it, you’re lunging and cornering him between your body and the wall. It’s clear on his startled face that he wasn’t expecting any push back.

Your voice holds a steady rage: enough to get your message across without being loud enough for anyone to come check the storage room.

“You’re such a fucking lowlife. You know that, Park? Thinking you can do whatever you want just because you have daddy’s wallet. Everything’s just a game, isn’t it? I was torturing myself trying to write your paper all the while you were jerking off on your pillow to some femdom fetish porn. Fuck. You.”

The distraught look on the boy’s face gives you satisfaction…but it’s when he looks down and shifts uncomfortably that you realize he’s not distraught for the reasons you thought.

This man is unbelievable.

The rational part of your brain would walk out of there right now, but that part has checked out for the day. Instead, you find yourself eyeing the man like prey. Maybe it’s time to make him squirm the way he likes to make others.

“Oh, this is rich. Did me yelling at you really get you hard, Park?”

He gulps, heart beating loud enough to break out of his chest.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Your new sultry tone causes a soft whine to escape his lips. He feels his cock strain against his jeans.

“y/n, don’t play with me like this”

The way he whines your name is heavenly.

“But I want to play with you” you pout in faux innocence, raking your nails across his chest, “I want to play with you and watch you break the way you did to me…made me write that entire essay for your sick twisted pleasure. I was going to be the bigger person and forget what I saw yesterday, but I don’t think you deserve to be let off the hook so easy. Maybe I’ll tell everyone.”

There’s a sadistic glint in your eyes and Jimin doesn’t know if he’s more terrified by your threat or turned on.

“p-please no”

“Why not? Don’t want the whole campus to know the dirty things that get you hard, hm?”

He shakes his head fervently, still moving around to get any kind of friction from his jeans.

“That looks uncomfortable” you say eyeing his crotch, “want some help?”

His jaw slacks open at your offer, mind in a frenzy trying to figure out if your serious or if it’s a cruel joke. But his cock is in control now.

“Yes! Yes, please touch me!”

You smirk, stepping back and finding a box to perch yourself onto. Jimin eyes the skin your bunched up skirt exposes.

“Strip.”

He complies with lightening speed, practically tearing the clothes off his body until he’s wearing nothing but his honeyed skin. His cock stands tall against his abdomen, pink tip curved just slightly. You can’t help but chuckle at the way he’s awaiting further instruction. Boy, could I get used to this.

You motion for him to come closer, until he’s standing right between your thighs The next sentence you utter surprises you just as much it does him.

“I want you to jerk off using my thighs.”

The words are blunt and crude but saying them gives your lower half a jolt of electricity like never before., and Jimin isn’t faring any better either.

Nervously, he guides his cock in between your closing thighs, hissing at the feeling of being enveloped in by your soft skin. There’s more than enough precum leaking for his manhood to slide into a rhythm, but you spit down on it for good measure—and the boy almost blows his load at that sight alone.

It’s not long before his embarrassed, tentative movements turn into wanton, messy ones. You relish in his expressions each time his cock fucks into your thighs.

“I wish this could be broadcasted on every tv on campus. Park Jimin, the guy who acts all tough and pushes everyone around, moaning like a desperate whore. You know, if you weren’t such a dick all the time, maybe I’d let you fuck my pussy. But you decided to be an insufferable prick, so all you get is the privilege of rutting into my thighs like a little bitch.”

His moans get louder, forcing you to put a hand over his mouth for the sake of discretion. As much as you enjoy teasing Jimin with the idea of being caught, you’d lose your shit if anyone actually caught you doing this.

You notice his movements getting even sloppier—if possible. His breath is also more erratic, and you know he’s close.

In one swift motion, you release him from your thighs and use a hand to grip him instead. Three seconds of squeezing and stroking is all it takes for all that built up tension to burst onto his stomach, the floor, and your thighs.

The man holds onto you for the duration of his orgasm, legs too wobbly to trust on their own. He stays there for a minute after, collecting himself post-bliss. When his breathing steadies, he dares make eye contact, but much more meekly than ever before. His cheeks are dusted with a bright red blush, and his hands try to cover as much of his lower half as possible.

You take a nearby roll of paper towels and wipe your thighs clean, then toss it to the naked man.

“Clean everything up before you leave” you order, hopping off the box and heading towards the door.

“Wait!”

You quirk a brow, nudging the man to speak.

“Can we—um—do this again?”

You toss your head back in laughter,

“Of course we can. You had your plan, and now I have mine. I’m going to turn you into the dumbest little toy imaginable, too busy thinking with your cock to worry about things like grades and class rank—or how to piss off everyone around you. Get ready, Park, because this is just the beginning of your downfall.”

You turn on your heel and head straight out, leaving the dumbstruck mess of a boy covered in and surrounded by the remnants of his humiliating orgasm.

More humiliating than that though…you got him fucking hard again.

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A/N: Very grateful for all the positive feedback the first part got. Thank you to those of you who interact, because it motivates me to write more! As always, have a great day.

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[ghouljams]

Hi, I love your writing and am fully engrossed in the fae au :)

Could we please have the Konig version of the recent Ghost post about wearing his clothes and being scented by him?

*spraying you with the spray bottle*

Yeah let's do this.

Who needs more than 3 hours of sleep? Not you. You're totally absolutely fine, you actually love that your neighbors were up all night partying. Really.

You are so fucking tired. It was a long day at the shop, there were a lot of very annoying customers, and all you could think of was getting home and taking a nap. König fret over you the whole walk home, making soft inquisitive noises and hovering like you might collapse at any moment.

He follows you in when you unlock your door, concern apparently outweighing politeness. You toss your keys in the bowl and let him lock the door behind you as you toe off your shoes. König leaves you to go fuss around in the kitchen, you take the opportunity to strip and find more nap-able clothes. You slip on the biggest tee you can find and collapse on your bed. You are so fucking exhausted, maybe you'll skip dinner and just sleep.

You drift in the twilight in-between of sleep and wakefulness, listening to König make a mess of your kitchen, bemoaning the sun streaming through your window and directly onto your face. The kitchen noise stops and you get up to close your curtains, you should tell König to go home too. You're not great company right now.

You pad out of your room, determined to get your home to yourself and nearly bump into your giant. You blink slowly at his chest, hearing a deep rumble start up from it like an engine warming up. The sound threatens to drag you back into that sleepless twilight, and you waver lightly on your feet.

"Meine kleine liebling," he coos, scooping you up off your feet, "look at you." You don't want to say the sudden change in elevation has woken you up, but it certainly is attempting to restart your system. Your fingers twist and grip his shirt as you're moved from the hall back to the bedroom.

"Are you purring?" You can feel the rhythm of it under your fingers, gentle and sonorous. König doesn't answer, just flops both of you down onto your bed and arranges you how he likes. You let out a soft "oof" when he settles on top of you, his nose pressed against your neck and his hands roaming your body possessively.

The purring hasn't stopped, you can feel it against your chest now, pressing you insistently back towards your tired lull. Your head rolls against the pillow, as König grips your thigh and coaxes it against his hip.

"Too tired," you murmur, feeling him still before he gives a short nod against your neck. You can feel his teeth just hovering against your pulse, his tongue tasting your skin, his breathing is so deep and even. He's smelling you, your brain supplies helpfully, scenting you.

"Wearing my shirt," He fills in, you hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders, "Ich werde später meinen Geruch in dich ficken."

#i'll be honest König is scent marking liebling by fucking her 9 times out of 10 #very much likes seeing his cute darling in his clothes though #fae!könig #fae!konig #to the person who wants liebling to domme this man i wanna tell u right now this woman does not wanna think that much in bed #sex is the only time she feels comofrtable being sweet to König so idk man #do with that what you will #könig x you #könig fluff #könig modern warfare #könig x reader #cod x reader

[milfdayz]

Aftercare is a necessity not a kink. Especially if you degrade during sex, you need to ensure that they know out of sexual intercourse that it isn't true. They wont be in the same headspace as before and it can really affect them if they start believe the words you used on them before.

#bunny boy #dom thoughts #ftm dom #nsft #queer nsft #domme mommy #mommy k!nk #puppy bf #bi ns/fw #ftm nsft #mommysprincess #mlm nsft #mlm ns/fw #sub male reader #bd/sm mommy #puppyboy #soft k1nk #female dominance