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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 27 days

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genre: smut

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: pet names (angel, baby, baby girl, little one) established relationship dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial, creampie

request: i loveeee your hyunjin work oh my god🤤🤤🤤 thoughts on him punishing you ?

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see, this might just be my thoughts, but i can’t picture hyunjin as a hard dom. not like chan or minho. but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t punish you if you were being a brat. he would just be softer about it. no physical punishments like spanking (chan i’m looking at you) but i think he would go more for orgasm denial.

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“angel, i thought i told you i needed to finish this painting?” he looks over at you, paintbrush still poised in his hand, little bits of paint on his knuckles and his cheeks.

he did in fact tell you about ten minutes ago that he wanted to finish his painting and then he would play with you. but you just couldn’t wait that long. so you went into his studio again.

“jinnieee” you pouted. he turned to face you, clear agitation adorning his features, but he was always so patient with you.

“love, i understand you’re needy right now. and i promise, i will help you. i would love to help you. but if i dont finish this painting right now, i will loose the flow. it won’t look right if i try to finish it later. it will be ruined.”

you looked down at your feet, feeling scolded.

“is that what you want? to ruin my painting?”

you shook your head no.

“okay then. now run along, sweet girl. go play your game and i’ll be done before you know it.” he turned back to his painting, fully expecting you to listen. you were always so good for him. but what he didn’t expect was for you to disobey.

“no.” you muttered to the floor.

he turned back around. “what was that, angel?” he asked, giving you a tone that implied do you know what you’re getting into?

“i-i said no.” your voice is a little firmer now.

“that’s what i thought you said, baby.” he put his paintbrush down on the edge of the easel and stood. he approached you slowly, his hair pulled back in a ponytail with a few pieces escaping the tie and tickling his face. he looked down at you. “look at me.” you hesitated too long for his liking, so he grabbed your cheeks in between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, forcing your face up to him. he was firm, but not enough to hurt you. “are you needy, baby?” he asked.

you nodded the best you could in his grip.

“you want me to touch you so bad you couldn’t wait a few more minutes?”

again you nodded.

“needy little brat, aren’t you?” before you had time to answer, he pushed you gently, so you fell back onto the couch. he pushed your skirt up, and pulled your panties down, discarding them on the floor. he stared at your pussy, dripping with arousal. “so wet, angel.” he came up and kissed your lips softly, kissed your jaw, and your neck. kissed the little bit of your exposed tummy, kissed your hips. you were breathing erratically now, the anticipation of his lips getting closer and closer to where you needed him most. he kissed your inner thigh, his breath fanning across your dampness, giving you goosebumps.

“touch yourself.” he says. “show me how wet you are, baby. let me hear it.”

you slowly reach down and run your fingers through your slick. the wet noises fill the room.

“there you go, sweet girl. now touch your little clitty for me. rub it in little circles.” you do as he says, soft whimpers falling from your mouth. “you’re doing so well, listening to me now.” he says. you nod at his statement. “you need to listen to me all of the time.” he says. “not just when it’s convenient for you. you’re mine. do you understand me?”

oh he’s mad. you felt awkward, rubbing your clit while he was scolding you. but it felt so good.

“i said, do you understand me?” he asked again. you nodded. “words, little one.”

“ye-yes. i- i understand.”

“good.” his features soften and he gives you a little smile. “now keep rubbing your little pussy baby. you can put a finger in if you want.”

you take one of your fingers and tease your hole, slowly sliding it inside, moaning softly. “don’t hold back, baby girl. let me hear those pretty moans.”

you moaned louder for him, pumping your finger in and out while your other hand rubbed circles on your swollen bud.

“there you go baby. so wet for me, huh? keep going.” he encourages. “but don’t you dare cum.”

“but-“ you begin to argue.

“you heard me, little one. do not cum until i tell you to. okay?”

“okay..” you agree.

he stands up, you can see the outline of his dick in his pants. he’s hard as a rock. your mouth waters. but he slowly walks back over to his easel and sits down, picking up the paintbrush and dipping it in the paint. you whine in protest.

“don’t whine at me. you did this to yourself.” he focused on the painting, swirling the colors together on the canvas.

you stayed like that for what felt like ages. but in reality it was probably only five or ten minutes. but that’s a long time when you’re practically edging yourself. your hand is covered in your mess, the couch cushions too. you’re so close that you feel like if the air conditioning kicked on and caused a breeze across your cunt, you would loose it. hyunjin could tell by your moans that you were close.

“don’t cum, sweetheart. you don’t have permission.” he warned. you kept going, not wanting to stop when it felt this good.

“baby, i’m warning you.” but still you kept going.

“stop.” he said, calmly, still painting.

you didn’t listen. he turned to face you. “i said stop.” he raised his voice at you a little then and you immediately stopped. he never yelled at you.

“you will learn to listen to me. apparently i’ve been too easy on you.” he turns back to the painting. “now, i’m almost done. just a few more minutes. you just lay there.”

you did as he asked, not wanting to be yelled at again. tears were brimming your eyes, from the unreleased pressure inside you, and from being scolded. you didn’t mean to make him mad, you just want him so badly. your chest was heaving, sweat coated your skin, your pussy clenched and squeezed around nothing. you watched him, his toned back and arms flexing as he moved the brush across the canvas, his tank top doing nothing to hide him from you.

“there.” he said, finally. he placed his brush down and stood, surveying his work. “i think it turned out good, don’t you?” he asked.

you couldn’t answer him. you couldn’t form words, your brain was mush that only wanted him and to cum. he turned to face you and approached slowly. he ran his fingertips up your inner thigh slowly, teasingly.

“good girl, baby.” he praised. “are you going to listen to me from now on? or should i start on my next painting?” he reached for an empty canvas propped against the wall.

“no!” you practically yelled. “please, jinnie.”

he chuckled. “okay, baby.” he kissed your lips, running his hand down your body, using his long fingers to prod at your entrance. “so wet and ready for me.” he whispered. “you want my cock, sweetheart?” he asked.

“yes.” you gasped. “yes, please.”

“apologize for being a brat.” he says. “apologize and promise you won’t do it again.” he slides his middle finger all the way inside you. you moan out loudly, panting, gripping the couch cushions.

“i’m sorry, jinnie. i’m so sorry. please. i promise i’ll listen. i promise i’ll be good. please. ple—“ your begging was cut short as he thrust his cock into you. when did he take it out of his pants? when did he position himself at your entrance? you didn’t know, you didn’t care, your body was overrun with pleasure.

“you can cum now, little one. cum on my cock.” he didn’t have to tell you twice. you exploded around him, pussy clenching and convulsing uncontrollably. tears running down your cheeks as your vision went dark.

“there you go, baby. good girl.” he said, before one last thrust as he released inside you. he stilled, not wanting to overstimulate you, rubbing your thighs sweetly.

“come back to me, angel.” he said softly. you opened your eyes slowly. he was kneeling in between your legs, his softening cock still inside you. he was drenched in sweat. he pushed his hair out of his eyes, his ponytail having come loose at some point. “there she is.” he smiles.

he slowly pulls out and you wince at the loss of him. he leans down and kisses your forehead gently. “let’s go get cleaned up.” he says against your skin. you smile a tired smile and agree with him. you don’t think you will be disagreeing with him ever again, or at least not anytime soon.

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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Steddie and “Shh use your words, baby.”

turned this one into a full-fledged ao3 oneshot with a whole lot more content. you can read it here :)

ooo i love this !! thanks for sending it in anon, i hope i do your prompt justice 💗

tw: ftm steve harrington (usage of cock, pussy, etc. to refer to his own genitalia), under negotiated kink (but they are both very into it and safe), mutual masturbation, slight orgasm denial/delay

they’re about a month into dating when it happens for the first time.

eddie’s just left steve’s place, after an evening spent cuddled up next to each other on the cushy sofa—pretending to watch a movie. and as always; it only took a few minutes of shared body heat, lingering stares, and wandering hands before steve found himself straddling eddie’s lap and kissing his boyfriend senseless.

it felt good, really good.

steve’s boxers dampening considerably as he humped himself down against the hard line of eddie’s clothed cock. little wanton moans falling from both of their mouths, when eddie’s big hands wrapped around steve’s hips to assist in building more delicious friction.

but just as things were heating up, steve started to get a bit too in his own head about everything and made some stupid excuse to get up and go to the bathroom. essentially ruining his chances of getting laid tonight.

you see, the thing is, eddie hasn’t actually seen steve naked yet and as much as steve trusts and loves his boyfriend, the idea still greatly terrifies him.

thankfully, eddie hasn’t seemed to mind; endlessly understanding and patient as they navigate this new world of intimacy together.

that being said, the second eddie departs from the driveway, steve rushes back inside and sprints upstairs to his bedroom. practically tripping on his own feet as he ascends. horny as a dog in heat and in desperate need of release.

its become routine over the past few weeks. eddie teasing his body, caressing every available inch of his skin, making him soak his underwear, and then leaving for the night—completely clueless as to how insanely turned on steve is.

so once he’s safely back in his room, steve scrambles up onto the bed. the air thickens with want as he hurriedly strips off his jeans and boxers. leaves eddie’s shirt on—a borrowed graphic-tee that’s quickly become a staple. he tucks it into his mouth, so he can inhale the natural musk of his boyfriend and gain easier access to the stiff buds of his nipples. rolls them between his thumb and forefinger as he mounts his favorite pillow—squeezes it between his thighs and whines as his he starts grinding his swollen pussy against it. finally giving into the filthy fantasies that have been clouding his mind all night.

eddie walking in on him isn’t part of the plan—in fact steve half-thinks he’s imagining it when his boyfriend appears out of thin air in the doorway.

“hey baby, sorry to bother you! forgot my jacket and thought i’d—” eddie says casually, as he throws the door to steve’s bedroom wide open and finds him humping his pillow,“oh. oh, fuck.”

eddie’s practically drooling. his mouth is hanging open like he’s trying to catch flies and steve is instantly mortified. covering up as much as possible with his hands.

“eds! shit, you weren’t supposed to see me doing this. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i’m so embarrassed. oh my god—” steve rambles, thoughts automatically going to the worst places.

“don’t be sorry. don’t you ever be sorry,” eddie walks over to the edge of the bed and tilts steve’s chin up with two of his fingers, so he’s forced to meet his gaze, “and don’t you dare fucking stop on my account. keep going, baby. i wanna see you.”

steve is awestruck by eddie’s reaction. never dreaming it would be so unwaveringly positive. cheeks flushed as it clicks that eddie isn’t disgusted by him and his naked body—rather he’s attracted to him and wants to see more.

“you’re sure?” steve can’t help but ask, even as he starts to slowly buck his hips again.

“you’re asking me if i’m sure? baby, your body is so fucking hot. even hotter than i imagined it would be,” eddie laughs incredulously and kisses steve deeply, “plus I’d love to be right here while you make yourself cum. talk about a dream come true.”

“yeah?” steve whines, feeling confident as eddie kisses along his neck and nibbles on his ear. he’s so far gone for this man it’s ridiculous.

“yeah, honey. if you hadn’t noticed, i’m kind of obsessed with you. now tell me what you want me to do? you want me to keep talking?” eddie cups steve’s face and pets a hand across his cheek.

steve nods enthusiastically, “y-yeah. it’s hot, really hot. more please, like hearing your voice.”

eddie willingly obliges. palming his straining hard-on over his jeans as he runs his mouth and edges them both closer to orgasm.

“feels good doesn’t it, baby? you’re so wet and your cock’s so fucking hard. looks just about ready to burst with how good you’re teasing it on that pillow. taking your time, hm? letting all that pleasure build up like a good boy,” he coos in a sickeningly sweet, condescending tone. voice shakier as he fucks into his palm and watches steve intently.

and steve? he can’t even begin to find his words. a mess of mewls and whimpers and moans, as he works the length of his aching cock between a few fingers and ruts his pussy in punishing circles against the soaked fabric of the pillowcase. and now that he has eddie as an audience, he’s arching his back, pushing the plump curve of his ass out, and using his free hand to pinch his raw nipples. knot tightening in his lower belly, warmth spreading through his abdomen.

“fuck,” eddie groans, thrusting his hips and biting his lip, “that’s right, baby boy. don’t hold back—making such pretty noises for me. such a good little slut. my perfect boy.”

steve knows he’s going to cum. he knows it’s going to be messy. he knows eddie’s going to see him as he squirts over the pillow. and the very idea makes him lock eyes with eddie and moan incoherently. begging with his gaze.

“what is it, baby?” eddie’s patronizing smile makes steve keen, “aw you wanna cum don’t you? is that why you’re shaking so much? wanna cum for me and make a mess on your pillow?”

steve nods as hard and fast as he can, words still escaping him. unsure why he feels he needs eddie’s permission to cum, but also knowing it’s absolutely necessary.

“shhh, shhh,” eddie hushes, rubbing his cock at a punishing pace, “use your words baby. use those pretty big boy words of yours and ask nicely. then i’ll give you everything you need, okay?”

“p-please, daddy,” oh fuck where did that come from, “please, please, let me cum, daddy. wanna be your good boy, please.”

“ahh. fuck, fuck baby. say it again and i’ll let you. c’mon one more time, precious boy,” eddie pleads, face contorting with pleasure.

“daddy. need to cum for you, daddy. please,” steve begs so pretty and bounces on the pillow mercilessly, stimulation peaking.

“fuck yes, baby. cum with daddy. cum for me,” eddie groans and spills into his jeans with steve’s name heavy on his filthy lips.

and steve does the same—positively drenches his pillow as he squirts all over it. slapping his pussy like he’s never done before just because everything feels too good and the oversensitivity is enough to destroy him.

suffice it to say, after that night, steve’s quite physically comfortable around eddie and vice versa. and it’s the start of a beautiful relationship <3

and as always, if you’d like to be added to my tags list for my smutty steddie ficlets/asks pls let me know in the comments !! xoxo

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90ekz · 1 year

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love tap ft touya <3

wc: 459

tags - black fem reader, vaginal fingering, HAND KINK, pleasuredom!touya, dom/sub dynamics, pussy slapping, squirting, praise kink, dirty talk, mirror sex, orgasm denial

an. i actually think about this 24 hrs a day if you couldn’t tell.

it actually embarrassed touya just how honest your body is. every little jerk of your hips, pushing his svelte fingers deeper inside your cunt. he just couldn’t help but grind his cock into your back a bit.

“aww fuck mama, look at your pussy. ‘so fucking wet—my god..”

of course, touya just had to hold your chin in place and make you watch in the large mirror placed in front of you. your pussy involuntarily clenched around his fingers at the sight, sending a shiver down touya’s spine.

“‘s so good touya, fuck—”

he smiles serenely, before pulling his fingers out to add slow strokes to your swollen clit. he couldn’t help but notice how intently you were watching his hands, so why not humor you a bit?

you whined when he pulled out, and touya kissed your neck in consolation.

“i know, i know, you’re doing so well.. my sweet girl..”

your back arched at the praise, pushing you that much closer to the edge of that sweet release. he could feel you getting closer, your legs shaking as you climbed.

“s-shit—touya, ‘so fucking close!”

he groaned in displeasure, applying a few rough taps to your clit for good measure. what he didn’t expect was for you to grab his hand, and writhe even harder, begging for him to slap your pussy harder.

“hmm, you like that ma? you like when i ruin that pretty pussy?”

“yes—f-fuck, yes.”

touya’s slight taps on your clit became rougher as he caught more and more of your desperate reactions. the way your pussy was throbbing in his hand, god, he was almost worried about you. you even began jerking away from him, the pleasure starting to become to much.

“un un, stop running from me, baby. i know you can take it.”

“fuck, just-just let me—god touya!”

he was pitying you at this point. he knew how much you needed this, especially after he denied you for a few days due to his busy schedule. it was only right that he would let you cum, right?

“so fucking desperate… cum all over me mama, i wanna feel it…”

that was all you needed to gush all over him, a few drops of your love hitting the mirror on the way. touya just cooed as he rubbed your spent pussy through the high. he was lucky he put a towel down, fuck.

“that’s it. so fucking proud of you baby, ‘so good for me sweetheart..”

you slumped against him, your body still twitching a lil bit, but you still caught him raising his dripping fingers to his lips to taste your essence. he looked you in your eyes the whole way through, a small smirking playing on lips.

“you want a taste, baby?”

#dabi headcanons #dabi todoroki #dabi smut #dabi x reader #mha fanfiction #touya smut #touya todoroki #whew lawd #shes throbbing rn #GYATTT #dabi fluff #bnha touya

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grossditz · 7 months

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GAHGAHAH DUMBIFICATION IS SOOO SWEETHEART YOU ARE SO RIGHT THIS IS INSANE I am so sure he'd be so mean about it while making you dumb but then when he sees you all wet and pliant for him he'd would make sure to make you feel sooo good but would play it off as kinda not caring about you and just searching his own release, a service dom in denial :( <3 he'd call you his pretty slut !! like sir I am all yours yes

THE PET PLAY. I WAS LITERALLY GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT. he'd buy you collars with pretty pendants and with a heart tag with your name <3 he would INSIST on putting them on for you, going "my little pet, you'll look so good for me with this on. you wanna be good for me don't you?" and of course you do! because he fucks so good and makes you feel so light and fuzzy, you can barely register when he says "tsk, dumb little thing, just a cock inside you and get all stupid. you're just a cockwhore aren't you? my cumdump?" and he slaps you when you don't answer him !! no use crying cause he won't take pity on you, he'll only make you fuck yourself on his cock if you start crying, and he won't even help you when your legs start giving out :(( only when you make him cum, and he makes sure you take it all like a good pet because that's all you were made for!

about size kink, I am taller than minseoung myself so :')) I can't really say much on that aspect of the kink but GOD I WANT THAT MAN TO MANHANDLE ME SOOO HARD he is so so strong and I bet he could just throw me around with no problems whatsoever, can you imagine?? letting him get his way with you, him throwing your body around however he pleases like you weight nothing to him.... GAHH

I also am a firm believer in the fact that he would make you wear toys to go outside :] he'd put a vibrator inside of you himself and you make you walk around in public while controlling the intensity! when it gets too much and you can't stand he would get close to you and say in a very (fakely) sweet voice "what's wrong honey? are you okay?" AND WHILE HE SAYS THAT HE MAKES THE VIBRATIONS EVEN MORE INTENSE!! he just loves being mean to you cause he knows you love it...

(he would also looove overstimulation, edging and orgasm denial :3)

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minseoung so calls you all sorts of pet names and adds "my" or "his" in front of it T__T hes just so possessive of you and wants you to know you only belong to him <3 dumbs u down so good too he makes you think the only person you'll ever need is him 😵‍💫 and u are so right he would be so mean. like its just in his nature!!!

"buy you collars with pretty pendants and with a heart tag with your name" SICK !!!!!!!!!!!! going to get them made at stores n they say how much the sweet puppy named "yn" would love their new collar not knowing its for you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 honestly this adds to the possessive thoughts bcs he definitely does this to claim ownership! making you wear your collar out in public and tugging on it in dressing rooms while hes ruining you on his cock 😵‍💫 telling you how much of a dirty pet you are making a mess in other peoples areas!!!!! you can never disagree with him bcs youre so dumb on his cock already, drooling and nodding your head as his tip kisses your cervix <3 oh my god calls you his cumdump in the meanest way. emptying load after load into you bcs "good pups take everything daddy gives them" u serve only for his pleasure at all times!

i think size kink can vary from person to person! my size kink is him making you feel small just with the way he looks at you n treats you <33333 has you feeling all tiny when his arms are around you and he's pushing you down on the floor to push his cock in your mouth bcs obviously daddy has to cum before his pet :( manhandling with minseoung is so so yummy he forces you into every position that allows him to press his cock so deep in your pup!tummy 😵‍💫 doesnt care if you whine bcs it hurts with the way hes maneuvering you either! you already know the rules :(

no bcs hes the type to make you wear a vibrator out to dinner with the boys (let us for a second imagine him laying you across his knee and putting in, very slowly, a vibrator ☹️ hes so mean he probably already made you so wet n needy before pushing it in) just so he can tease you the whole dinner. smirking when junhyeon asks whats wrong with you bcs you keep trembling and you dont wanna get up bcs cum is running down your legs n its so embarrassing but he just keeps playing with the intensity and making you nearly cum when talking !!!!! when it gets too much n tears are almost coming out he goes, "whats wrong baby? you haven't talked all night?" and makes you cum WHILE talking!

this is so sick minseoung so loves to do anything he can to torture you sexually. you have to tap out from too much overstimulation so he can stop (and its not even guaranteed until you pass out!) and loves edging you to the point you're crying and begging just for him to let you do anything to cum! just so he can keep denying you :( just loves the control he has over you so much

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lookatlavender · 1 year

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wow... wow. yes. you desperately trying to contain yourself with my thigh between your legs, wanting so badly to grind on me. i'd make you look at me and wrap my hands around your throat. i know it's hard, but try to stay still for me, sweet one, okay? you need to sleep and we both know you're just going to end up trying to fuck me again if you start teasing yourself on me again. of course, while i say that, i'd push my thigh up against you a little harder.

ffffuck the mindfuck of everything gentle i do to you being a punishment because you're so desperate to earn your ruins. i'd make you beg to be allowed to hurt yourself for me and then when you're done spanking your pussy raw i'd edge you gently on my tongue as a reward for being such a very good boy. of course i'd be moaning into your boycunt because i love the feeling of it, and of course we'd have to find a way to punish you if you ruined from the vibrations of my voice. i'd train you to start repeating your mantra, good boys don't cum, every time you get close. it'll help you hold back and it'll help me control you. a win-win ❤️

i keep thinking about training you for long-term denial. you'd stop begging to cum quickly because you already know the answer. you know it's not about your orgasm. you know i like you teased and denied. when you beg to be ruined i'd make fun of you, not even begging for a whole orgasm anymore. isn't that pathetic, sweet one? that you cum all over you so many times a day and you haven't had a full orgasm in weeks? those piercings we talked about could be how you finally earn one ❤️ giving yourself over to me completely just to be able to cum once more for pleasure.

mmm. this is making me wish i had counted how many times i've cum since the start of your denial. i've cum twice today thinking about you, and i'm about to make myself cum thinking about you ruining one last time.

when you do cum, whichever type of stimulation you use, i think you should put on a timer for an hour and force yourself to go for the whole hour, no matter how intense it is. 💫

god the way you would hear me whine at that treatment 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 being told not to grind while you press your thigh up against me, teasing even worse and making me want to grind until i can’t even think anymore 🙈 i’d grab onto you so desperately, trying to ground myself and focusing on your hands on my throat, whine about how you’re being such a tease and making it so hard to be a good boy for you. i might just clench my thighs around yours, hold myself tight there and try to keep myself still that way.

it would be so fucking hot when i realized what i was doing too 🙈 the first time i came to you begging and caught myself begging for pain instead of for you to touch me, realizing that it was an automatic ask at this point. i hadn’t even thought about it, just spouted what my brain knew you wanted and what comes out is me begging for you to hurt me. of course you’d find a way to make even that a bit crueler, and force me to do it myself. force me to be entertaining enough for you to keep watching while i torture myself for you. i’d spank my own pussy until i was crying, and any time you looked bored i would switch to a different instrument. first up to my small flogger, then a bigger one. soon i’d move on to a wooden paddle, heavy and solid. i wouldn’t even be able to hit myself very hard with it because of how intense it is (i know from experience) but i would still try my hardest for you. i’d make sure every hit count, til i was red and puffy and sore for you. and only then would you call me over to tease me, once you knew that even the softest touch from your tongue would be even sweeter torture than the hits had been. you could suck on my tdick and probably make me scream if you wanted to, either from pleasure or pain or both. wouldn’t even have to keep sucking, just once hard so I shriek and you can pull away, softly laughing and remarking how usually i like that so much, what’s changed?

and once i finally started getting close you’d know, hear me mumbling to myself at first maybe and then more clearly, me telling myself over and over that good boys don’t cum while i twist my fingers in the sheets and try to hold myself back for you 😵‍💫🙈

the fantasy of long term denial really is so hot too 🙈🙈 it might take me time to truly give it up, but eventually i would. let you take my orgasms for real, especially when i got the piercings and let you lock me up for real. that last orgasm would be so sweet, a final reminder of what i was giving up to you before i never get one again. and i know you’d guide me through it and remind me all the reasons it was gonna be so much better to be denied by you, to retrain my mind to think of your pleasure only and totally give up mine. unless you’re using it against me that is 😈😵‍💫

i wish i knew how many times you’d cum for me too, i’d use the number of ruins and make that how many days i have to go on a no touch for you 🙈 i hope you did end up making yourself cum to the thought of me ruining. and i hope you cum even more times to the audio i post of me finally being allowed to cum after so long 😵‍💫

i wish i’d had time to go for that long 🙈🙈🙈 i would have been so fucked out 😵‍💫 someday i need to take an entire day and just dedicate the whole thing to fucking myself, stretching out all my holes and making myself cum over and over until i’m overstimulated and sensitive to the touch. maybe at the end of all of it all give my pussy a few good spanks while it’s still sensitive 🤭🤭🤭

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notanotherreidgirl · 3 years

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Ruin Me

Summary: Spencer has been very needy and bratty so Reader teaches him a lesson

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, handjob, edging, degradation, exhibitionism/public sex, ruined orgasm, mommy kink

Word Count: 1220

A/N: I combined this request with this one. This is part of the Mommy Kink Collection

You were gripping your wine glass in your hand so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t shatter. Saying you were mad was an understatement. Furious would be more accurate or maybe livid. Spencer would have a thesaurus full of descriptors for your current mood but if anyone asked you would settle for pissed.

You were absolutely pissed and it was taking everything in you not to grab Spencer and drag him out the door. But you were in Strauss’ home in heels with half the department milling about talking about recent cases and budget cuts so you plastered on a smile and did your best to make small talk. Spencer popped another hor d’oeuvre in his mouth and shot you a cheeky smile from across the room, turning back to the gaggle of female agents fawning over him.

He was trying to get back at you for denying him all day. He had been insatiable - constantly touching your arm, your waist, your hand. When you left the BAU he had slipped into the elevator behind you, pulling you in close enough to feel his prominent arousal. But you were resolute in your denial, pointing out that you were already running late and reminding him of how Hotch had reacted the last time you had skipped a departmental mixer.

But he wouldn’t stop. Trying to get in the shower with you, pawing at you while you got undressed, kissing you while you put on makeup (nearly ruining your eyeliner), and whining when you pulled his coat on and ushered him out the door. But Spencer, ever the magician, had a few tricks up his sleeve. As soon as you pulled in he produced his glasses from his jacket pocket, smirking a bit as he put them on and slid out the car. Those stupid, beautiful glasses that perfectly framed his doe eyes and turned your brain to mush. Strike 1

To make matters worse he stayed away from you for the entire party, suddenly becoming a social butterfly and talking up every impressionable agent in his vicinity. He regaled them with stories of cases, filled their drinks for them, stood much too close for comfort. He was even doing magic tricks for god’s sake!

Nonetheless you kept your cool, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. That was until one of them reached up and plucked his glasses from his face and put them on, striking a little pose and smiling up at him. His eyes darted over to you, knowing this was a step too far but he made no move to take them back. You held his gaze as you set your glass down and made your way to him. Despite his trepidation, you could make out the triumphant look in his eyes. The look that meant his plan had succeeded. Strike 2

You grabbed his arm harshly, pulling him to you and practically snatching the glasses from the poor agent’s face and tossing them in your purse. “I think Dr. Reid has forgotten something”

He stumbled a little. “Um I-I don’t think I forgot anything”

But you were already hauling him into an empty room and closing the door behind your back. “Really? Because it seems to me that you’ve forgotten who you belong to”

“And who’s fault is that?” he clamped his mouth shut as soon as he said it. Strike 3

You stalked forwards, forcing him to back up against a desk. “Watch yourself, baby. I will fuck that attitude right out of you”

You expected him to launch into one of his well-practiced apologies but he only bit his lip, holding your gaze. It seemed your boy was committed to being a brat tonight. You gave him a sly, indecipherable smile as your hand drifted downwards. He whined, desperate to relieve the tightness in his pants and the ragged sigh he let out when you freed him lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. “Is this what you want? For me to stroke your little cock with the Director of the FBI in the other room?”

“Y-yes, Mommy. I want you so much. Wanted you all day” he squeezed his eyes shut, barely stifling the soft moans slipping out from his throat. There was no trace of his earlier arrogance in his voice now, just the desperate pleas of an exceptionally disobedient little boy. His hips bucked into your hand in anticipation of his growing release but you withdrew your hand at the last moment. He let out a low whine as his orgasm was extinguished. “No, no, no. Mommy please. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to be bad. I promise I’ll never do it again just please let me cum”

You pretended to consider his offer, tilting your head to the side. “Hmmm, you promise?”

He nodded his head emphatically. “I promise, Mommy!”

You grasped him once again, collecting the precum that gathered at the head and spreading it down his length. He threw his head back, knowing that his release would be doubly powerful as a result of your earlier denial. You pumped him faster bringing him closer and closer to the edge until he started to tremble underneath you. Then without warning you pulled away.

For an agonizing second, Spencer thought he had been denied once again but then reflex took over. The electricity running down his spine petered out at the very end for an inadequate finish, leaving him deeply unsatisfied and feeling completely wrong. His cock spasmed pathetically, devoid of any stimulation, and a weak stream of thick cum leaked out. His mouth fell open soundlessly, a whimper caught in the back of his throat. He was still hard. If anything his erection demanded more attention than before but he didn’t dare touch it, knowing that he was much too sensitive.

“You said I could come” His voice was thick with emotion. A spark of pity ignited in your chest but you were quick to recall the image of Spencer flirting with those agents earlier, effectively squelching any possibility of mercy.

“And you did, didn’t you?” It wasn’t the same. You knew it wasn’t but you gestured to the cum on his boxers all the same. He wanted to protest further but he wasn’t willing to risk more punishment. Instead he watched wordlessly, wincing slightly as you tucked him into his pants and pulled him to his feet. He shifted uncomfortably, already feeling the cum soak his underwear and begin to run down his leg. He looked at you, face etched with worry. “Are we going home now?”

“Nope. Mommy’s got work to do.” Your earlier anger had prevented you from doing any networking but that wasn’t a problem anymore. You fished his glasses from your purse and slipped them back on his face. “Do you think you can be a good boy for me now?”

He glanced down at his pants and nervously twisted his hands together. His mind whirred, calculating how long it would take until his situation became noticeable while trying to deduce how long you were planning on making him walk around a house full of profilers and skilled FBI agents with his boxers full of cum. “Yes, I can be good”

“That’s what I like to hear”

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sweeterthanthis · 3 years

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Prompt: “Who gets to come, Sweetheart? Me? Or you?”

Requested by: @taylordrunkonwhiskey ✨ It won’t let me tag you lovely, so I hope you see this! ✨

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 949

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, mild brat taming, vaginal sex, breath play, 18+.

“Please, Steve. I can’t take much more. I swear to God, I’m gonna—oh!”

“Uh, uh. You know what happens when you’re a bad girl.” His fingers curled up against that sweet, spongey spot inside of you; threatening to unravel you with every stroke. “Never learn your lesson, do you?”

Steve had you sprawled out, one hand pressed against your stomach in warning. You knew sassing him was a bad move, but damn, you just couldn’t help yourself. He’d had you teetering on the edge of euphoria for what felt like hours, smirking down at you as you begged and pleaded with him to let you come.

“Does a bad girl get to come, Sweetheart? Hmm?”

You were panting – desperate for him to have mercy on your trembling body, hips jutting up to seek out more intensity. Whining pathetically as he pulled his fingers free of your soaked cunt, you looked up at him through glazed eyes.

The glint in his own had you clenching your thighs together, grinding your ass down into the mattress, as if that was going to sate you.

“Such a little brat, think you can get away with murder because you’re pretty? No Baby, I don’t think so.”

You huffed, scrambling for balance as he wrapped his arm beneath you, rolling you onto your stomach and yanking you up onto your hands and knees.

The tip of his index finger traced the arch of your spine, slipping between the globes of your ass and caressing the tight ring of muscle that lay there.

Your breath hitched, hole puckering in anticipation. You heard him chuckle behind you, finger dipping lower, tracing your plump folds, and teasing you in the cruelest manner.

“Not today, Sweetheart. Bet you’d take just about anything if it meant you got to come though, wouldn’t you?” Steve hummed, pressing against the overworked pearl between your legs. You pushed your face into the mattress, cries of frustration muffled by the comforter between your teeth. “Be a good girl and use your words.”

“Yes, fuck, yes! Anything.” You gasped, pushing your hips up off the bed and seeking out his touch. “Please, anything you w-want. I’ll do anything.”

The feel of his tight torso brushing against your back, his lips feathering against your shoulder blade; it was a sensory overload. The heat from his breath dewy against your hot skin, the way his hand gripped your waist. He played your body like the finest instrument, always knew just what to do to drive you fucking crazy.

“Not good enough, Sweetheart.”

You sobbed, muscles spasming as he sheathed his thick cock inside you with one swift, less than tender thrust; splitting you open in the most torturous, yet pleasurable of ways.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s my pretty cunt.”

He fucked into you at a pace that dizzied you, the flesh of your thighs rippling as he slammed into you without a second thought to your own comfort. The angle damn near destroyed you, walls clamping down around him in a vice-like grip; pleasure swelling in your belly with each drag of his length against your core.

“Who gets to come, Sweetheart? Me? Or you?”

You couldn’t process his words, mind cloudy with confusion and lust. You were fit to burst, a flash flood waiting to happen. All you could do was tremble and clutch the sheets between your fingers, bracing yourself for each vicious thrust of his hips.

A hand stinging against your ass had your head flying back, teeth gritted as you took every inch of him, his girth ruining you and pulling all manner of obscenities from your lips.

“Choose.” He growled, hand curling around your throat and pulling you tight to his chest. Your knees were weak, body limp against his chest. His grip tightened, pulse battering against the pad of his thumb. “Me? Or you?”

You wanted to come. Fuck, you needed to.

So why did you—

“Fuck, you! You, Steve!”

It pained you, the heavy ache in your abdomen threatening to betray you. He didn’t let up, not for a second; cock stretching you out and working your pussy in the most bittersweet of ways. There was no end for you, no rapture. Because if he gave you that choice every day, you were certain you’d always choose him.

“That’s my good girl. See? Told you I’d fuck the brat right outta you.”

You took everything he had to give, head heavy as his hand tightened once more; hot, heavy grunts vibrating against your temple, breasts bouncing at the sheer force of his assault.

It was right there, ripe for the taking – your orgasm bearing down on you, uncontrollable and steadily ebbing to the surface.

“You made your choice, Sweetheart. Don’t you dare.”

You wailed, reaching behind and digging your fingernails into his thick thighs, forcing yourself to stave off your pleasure; desperate to do as you were told.

“Shit, there you go. This cunt is mine, and you gotta follow the rules. You know that.”

He filled you up, lips suckling at the muscle connecting your shoulder and neck, rutting into your deprived pussy, and coating your grief-stricken walls with his spend.

For a moment, you thought he was bluffing. That you’d learned your lesson, and maybe he’d have mercy on your body.

Steve’s hand released your throat as you fell forwards onto the bed, pussy still buzzing with need.

“If you hadn’t been such a brat today, I’d have given you everything you begged for. Remember that for next time, huh?”

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nightshade-minho · 4 years

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-Yes, Sir-

Warnings: professor!Jisung, student!Reader, spanking, unprotected sex, humiliation, degradation, exhibitionism, orgasm denial etc.

Word Count: 1.3k

Requested: Yes!

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help it. Mr. Han Jisung was undoubtedly the hottest professor on campus. After all, he was also the youngest, and that made him the preferred topic of all the female students.

It wasn’t just his looks...no. The man’s cocky attitude, chillness and infuriating smirk did nothing but turn you on even more, to the point where you left the lecture hall with soaking wet panties sticking to your folds.

You tried your best to be a good student in class, answering all his questions and turning every assignment in on time. You wanted to be his favorite student.

It was a Thursday morning, and you watched as your professor kept rambling on and on. Usually you tried your best to be attentive in his class, but he’d taken his blazer off due to the summer heat...and his rolled up shirt sleeves were making you grit your teeth, rubbing your thighs together. You sighed as you doodled in your notebook, sketching him as you daydreamed. Once you were done, you started writing down things you wanted him to do to you...you couldn’t help it. He just looked so hot, made you so horny. It was too hard to concentrate.

“Miss Y/n?”

“Huh?” You looked up, surprised to see the whole class staring at you. Jisung smirked as he leaned against his desk. ‘‘You didn’t answer my question.”

“Uh, Sir...I...”

He shook his head disappointedly, making his way to your desk. You quickly tried to shove your notebook in your bag, but he’d already snatched it out of your hands. Your face turned red, fear and embarrassment swirling in your brain.

“What’s this, now?” He flipped through the book, his eyes widening and smirk growing as he read the dirty thoughts you’d jotted down.

He sighed, going back to his desk and setting your book down on his table. “I’ll need you to stay back today, Y/n.”

You gulped.

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As the rest of the class poured out, you nervously waited, playing with your fingers. A girl was twirling her hair as she asked him a question regarding an assignment, giggling flirtatiously. You rolled your eyes when she finally left.

Jisung arranged a few papers on his desk, before slowly turning to you. “Come here, Y/n.”

You gulped, moving closer hesitantly. He sighed, taking your book in his hands. “You’re a good student. You ace all your tests. Why then have you been so distracted lately?”

You didn’t respond.

“And then I see this.” He started flipping through the book, your cheeks reddening as he read out loud.

“I want Mr. Han to bend me over his desk and spank my ass raw.”

You cursed, hiding your face as he continued. “I feel like Mr. Han would be able to ruin me so well. I bet his cock is just as pretty as his arms and his face...” He trailed off, raising an eyebrow at you.

‘Now, I think I’ve figured out just what the cause is for your sudden distraction, hmm?” He smirked, leaning back against his desk. “You’re not the good little girl I thought you were. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

You shook your head, hanging your head in shame as you heard Jisung hum.

“How do you think we can remedy this situation?” He asked, stroking his chin as he watched you carefully. You meekly looked up, shrugging. He beckoned you over, and you tentatively walked forward, yelping when he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close to him.

“I think bad girls need to be punished. Don’t you?”

You couldn’t do anything but gasp as his hand drifted under your checkered skirt, gently groping the flesh of your ass as he cocked his head to the side. “Answer me, angel.”

You moaned out as his finger reached between your cheeks, trailing down to your pussy.

“Y-yes...” He frowned, smacking your ass lightly. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, S-sir...” You breathed out. He pressed a kiss to your cheeks. “That’s right. Now be a good girl, and I might think about letting you cum, okay?”

You nodded, brain clouded with arousal. He pulled away, flipping you around on the desk and bending you over it. “I intend to satisfy all your fantasies today, babygirl.”

You whimpered as he lifted your skirt, his eyes greedily running over your ass, before his hand came back down on it. “Count, you dirty slut.”

You whispered a “One,” as he continued smacking your butt, cock growing harder at the sight of your cute little ass growing redder, jiggling with the impact of his palm.

When you got to “Thirteen,” he finally stopped, smoothing his hand over the sore area, leaning down to press kisses to the red flesh. “Good girl.”

He turned you back around, hoisting you up onto his desk. Jisung rubbed your clothed pussy with two fingers as he pressed a kiss to your lips, quickly slipping his tongue in. The two of you made out messily, tongues swirling around each other. He kept stroking you through it all, enjoying the way you moaned into his mouth.

He pulled away, eyes hungrily scanning your chest before opening your shirt hastily, sending buttons flying. He pulled down your bra so your tits could pop out, taking one in his hand as he softly kissed it, licking a stripe to your nipple before he took it into his mouth.

He bit down on one, making eye contact as he did so, loving the way your face had pleasure written all over it.

After he was content sucking on your nipples, he removed your shirt from you completely. He then unhooked your bra as well, leaving you in nothing but your skirt and knee socks.

“So hot, for a little girl…”

“S-sir, I’m only four years younger than you.”

“Shhh little girl, let me play with what’s mine.” He said, returning you to your previous position of being bent over the table, chuckling at your quivering red ass.

“I bet you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Everything turned out just the way you wanted. You never imagined this would happen when writing down those filthy thoughts of yours, did you?” He pulled down your panties before tucking them into his back pocket.

You shook your head desperately, pussy clenching around nothing when you heard the sound of his pants unzipping. A minute later, you felt his head being pressed to your entrance, sighing in satisfaction as he finally slid into you.

“God, you’re tighter than I thought you would be.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan as he slowly started fucking into you, groaning as you squeezed around him. He landed a smack on your butt before grabbing one cheek, spreading it so that he could go deeper. You were a whimpering mess as he leaned over you to pick the book back up, continuing to read out the immoral things you’d written down. The humiliation combined with the feeling of his cock repeatedly abusing your sweet spot had you near the edge in minutes, clenching as you felt your orgasm approach.

“What a slut. You like being bent over your teacher’s desk like this, hmm? Like the way anyone could walk in at any moment and see what an absolute whore you are for my cock?”

You whined at his words, feeling your high build up.

Suddenly, he pulled out, pressing the tip to your entrance teasingly as he tsked, stroking his cock and cumming all over your pussy lips.

You felt tears prick your eyes at the ruined orgasm, your pussy still desperately throbbing in anticipation. Jisung pulled away, tucking his cock back into his pants.

You straightened up, turning around to express your frustration when he handed you a piece of paper.

“My number and address. See you tonight, my love.” He winked and left, leaving you half-naked in the classroom.

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years

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“Shameful Secrets.” Poly!Ghostface. Billy Loomis And Stu Macher X AFAB Reader.

AYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Oh my God this took way longer than it should have but Kinky December took way more out of me than I expected I suppose! I wanted this to be really fucking good! So here is it, first prize of the 300 Follower Raffle went to @horrorslashergirl she gave me SUCH a good prompt. College aged Billy and Stu with a horror fan victim they are after! Also I know first prize was only supposed to be 5K but in my usual fasion I went above and beyond and hope that made it worth the extra wait. I put so much time and effort into this one that I hope you all love it and think it was worth the wait! Big thanks once again for all who participated in the raffle and a big congrats to horrorslashergirl! May you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it!

Now! Let’s get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 7K. Warnings. Stalking. General Ghostface Fuckery. Knifeplay. Choking. Dub-con. Dirty Talk. Name Calling. Teasing. Mocking. Degredation. Masturbation. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Ruined Orgasm. Hair Pulling. Thigh Riding. Spitting. Pet Names. Nipple Play. Smacking. Vaginal Fingering. Rough Blow Job. Oral Sex. Vaginal Sex. Threesome. Reader Gets Spit Roasted. Picture Taking.

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Shameful Secrets.

You felt off all day on Friday.

Like something was just not right and what was worse is you couldn’t even put your finger on what was wrong per-say, just something was. You just felt kinda paranoid, constantly looking over your shoulder and not even sure why.

As the day progressed you kept trying to forget about it, rather unsuccessfully.

Whether you were in class, or at lunch or out at the library you couldn’t shake the feeling.

You finally got home that day, tired to be honest and trying to put the weird feeling out of your head. It was Friday after all and now you got to relax, the whole weekend ahead of you to do whatever you wished, fairly caught up on your assignments.

How to kick off your evening though?

You decided on dinner and a bath and some wine.

Somewhere between plating up the food you lovingly made for yourself and watching a show you started to forget about it. Feet up on the coffee table, dinner plate pushed aside, mind much quieter, a content sigh leaving you.

There was still this small lingering tension in you, a long stretch attempting to alleviate it seemed to fall short, show now done, before getting invested in another episode, you decided it was time to clean up. You were feeling it now, the grime and sweat from the day clinging to you made apparent, feeling it on your skin reminding you how busy your day was. No wonder you were feeling this way, hand on your neck, rolling your head and shoulders, attempting to loosen up once more.

Picking up the remote you flicked off the tv and tossed it aside onto the couch, scooping up your plate you retreated to the kitchen, Plate dropped in the sink to deal with later, and you headed upstairs. You got the tub started after dropping some salts and other things to help ease your sore muscles and your tired mind and while it was filling up you scooted downstairs once more.

You had this dessert you had been saving and now was the perfect time, serving up a plate and grabbing the chilled bottle of wine from the fridge along with a stemless wine glass up you went.

Soon you were stripping yourself down in your bedroom, clothes thrown in the general direction of the hamper, and shrugging on a robe, book picked up and you were in the bathroom. Your tub filled adequately, steamy and so inviting. You had a small table next to the tub and had your book and phone set there, turning on a playlist you started to get into the tub, robe left on the floor next to the tub.

Tension was quickly forgotten.

Bottle of wine in your grip, humming along with the music as you poured yourself a healthy glass. Finally leaning back, head resting on the wall, listening to the music, glass of wine held loosely in your hand off the side of the tub. This was a great start to your weekend. Allowing yourself to just bask in it, the warmth and comfort and safety.

Everything from earlier today that was so oppressive and at the forefront of your mind seemed so far away.

You brought the glass up to your lips, thinking about what you should do after your bath,letting your mind wander idly. The wine tasted so good, fruity and acidic on your tongue, a pleased hum leaving you. Resting the glass on the edge of the tub with a sigh. You could still feel some of that stress lingering and that simply wouldn’t do. The bath and the wine helped but what to do to get rid of that remaining tension?

The idea hit, and it made too much sense, it would certainly rid you of that remaining tension. And it had been a few days.

You had just been so busy that it had slipped your mind. But that didn’t matter now. Why not make up for some lost time? You took another mouthful of wine, you didn’t have intentions of getting drunk but you felt good, and again you were off all weekend so why not?

One hand still on the glass and the other starting slowly, no need to rush, brushing over your own neck and down your collarbone, fingers featherlight and teasing. You palmed one of your own breasts and kneaded, slow rhythm before starting to tease yourself further, nipple pinched between two fingers, rolling it with even pressure and your back arching a little. Fuck you really were in need if just this was already getting you going. Toying with yourself slowly, tugging and pulling, and soon it wasn’t enough, another mouthful, more heat, was it the drink or your own hands? Who’s to say, probably an enjoyably heady mix of both.

Fingers trailing lower, over your stomach and skimming over your hip bone and finally coming to rest below your waist and between your thighs, and that first pass over your clit shouldn’t have made you jerk like that but you just must have been THAT in need. Slow and wide circles rubbed over sensitive flesh that had your eyes fluttering closed and soon had you shifting, yes this was going so well, just what you needed. Those same circles got tighter, more focused, thighs tensing, grip on the glass in your opposite hand tightening, it felt so damn good. Fingers pausing to dip down, two dipping inside and that had your breath catching in your throat.

You didn’t stop, why would you? Fingers curling into that spot just right, thrusting in and out, not quickly but steady, sure, it feels fantastic but not enough, back out and back onto rubbing your clit. The pleasure was rising so fast, the bath and the alcohol certainly was helping, you almost wanted to draw it out and make it last but who says you’d have to stop at one?

You were so into it, getting into that perfect rhythm, chest rising and falling, unable to stay still by this point, starting to get close, thankful you were home alone, you weren’t being loud but didn’t have to restrain yourself. You let your natural sounds slip out, soft moans and quickened breathes and as you were reaching that edge the music from your phone cut out, the music that had been playing this whole time stopping, your brows furrowed in confusion and your fingers didn’t stop but they slowed and then your phone started ringing.

You groaned out of frustration and debated answering. You were close. Maybe you could just go for it and then answer?

You swallowed hard, fingers stroking with renewed vigor, closer, closer, you mis-timed it. You missed the call, you cursed under your breath, fingers slowing again for a moment but oh well if it was important they would call back.

They did.

Right when you were on the edge.

It made you jump, you weren’t expecting it, your hand left from between your legs, you quickly downed what was left in your glass and set it aside, scooping your phone up with that hand since it was dry and finally answering the phone,

“Hello?”

Confusion was what you were currently feeling. You were a little disoriented from being on the edge of what promised to be a stress melting, amazing orgasm to being on the phone with God-knows-who acting like they couldn’t hear you. You were involved now though and before you could think of a response or hang up- they were speaking again,

“Hello? Who is this?”

You couldn’t suppress your small scoff before responding,

“That is what I should be asking, you called me, twice I might add, who is this?”

A slight laugh on the other end before repeating what you said at the end, slightly mocking, obviously amused by your exasperated tone,

“Who is this?”

“Is there a fucking echo in here?”

He repeated you AGAIN! And so you said it without thinking, sitting up a bit straighter and that got a good laugh from whoever it was on the other end,

“Damn she’s got jokes too. I like you!”

The laughter died off and you had the lingering thought that you liked hearing it, before he cleared his throat and said,

“Very sorry to have bothered you tonight, seems I have dialed the wrong number by mistake-but so far I am so glad I have.”

You were smiling, when did that happen? You had to admit, at least to yourself, that you were enjoying this conversation, made your night a bit more interesting at the very least,

“Really. Why’s that?”

“Because you seem so fun.”

Well that was nice to hear.

That you were fun. You liked to think you were fun.

“I do have a question if you will indulge me.”

I mean what did you have to lose?

They DID have quite a nice voice, some kind of hard to define quality to it that you were very much into, and they already had your attention, you responded,

“I don’t see why not, go on.”

And then he asked a question. Unexpected but where it ends up leading is amazing. You were thrown off as he asked,

“Why were you breathing so heavily at the start of this conversation?”

Shit.

He noticed.

But to be fair, how could he not notice?

You were on the very edge of cumming when you were interrupted after all.

You let out a small laugh before saying,

“Ah what? I uh I’m sure I dunno what you were talking about.”

You said it louder than intended, it echoed off the tiled space of the bathroom, it drew a hum from the other end of the line,

“See now I am even more curious. Where are you right now?”

Damn, your inability to control your volume might have just given away your location. You adjusted your weight, squirming a little, uncomfortable and unsure of why before answering,

“In my bathroom.”

“Where in your bathroom?”

He kept responding so quickly, firing back responses easily and you only debated for a moment before telling him, you weren’t sure why and were even less sure why you were kind of into it but you still responded,

“I’m in the bath.”

Well you said it didn’t you.

“That explains it.”

He sounded like he liked hearing that but you were curious once more about what he meant, the implication of what he just said weighing on your mind,

“Explains what?”

“You being out of breath,”

Another laugh, from you this time as you asked,

“How does that explain it, stranger?”

You added on that nickname because you still had no idea who this was. Something you probably should have cared more about but you were having such an enjoyable time talking with him you were having trouble questioning it.

“Let’s lay it out. It’s Friday, you had a stressful week, you decide on a bath, you are hot and naked and feeling good but not good enough. How to fix that, how to fix that-”

A hum as if he were pretending to think before he finished,

“-oh I know! One of the best tested ways of stress relief. You masturbate.”

Your mouth fell open and before you could hope to respond he pressed forward, practically purring it to you.

“-And I bet any money I interrupted that wonderfully sinful activity.”

He was right of course. But you weren’t about to admit that.

“What? No! No way!”

A laugh from him, a tad too loud and your eyes squeezed shut and he continued,on,

“Oh she wants to deny it?”

“Of course I want to deny something that isn’t true!”

Another laugh from him that had you feeling both frustrated at how he was ignoring what you were saying and simultaneously aroused at how spot on he had been. You’d never been caught in the act like this before and he had you pegged so easily in such a short conversation, was he just that good at getting to you or was it from said previous sinful activity, it’s effects still lingering inside of you? Again, either way, did it matter?

“Ever heard the phrase ‘doth protest too much’?”

Your mouth falling open again and once more before you could retort he was speaking,

“That is fine. I know what you did and that is what is important.”

You didn’t give in so easily.

“And how are you so sure, hmmm?”

And then the moment that turned the call from playful and fun, to serious, shocking and dire.

“Because I’ve been watching you all day.”

It left you so quietly,

“What?”

“I’ve been watching you all day. Well to be honest, longer than just the one day.”

How long had he been watching?

You thought back and wondered how much he knew. How much had he seen?

“That shouldn’t be exciting to you.”

That thought ringing in your head and hitting off the walls of your skull.

“You are so fucking pretty. And so well organized! It was so easy to get a handle on your schedule and follow you around.”

A chill ran through you despite the temperature of the bath and you swallowed hard, hard enough for him to hear but he didn't comment on it.

“You never even noticed me.”

Your breathing was deep again, sounded like you were lost in some other kind of activity other than just this conversation.

“Do you know where I am?”

You were ready to get out of the tub, wanted a change, the water wasn’t cold but you felt so naked, you knew logically no one was in here and no one could see you. He was probably just some asshole pranking you but it didn’t change the fact that you felt utterly exposed at the moment.

This conversation wasn’t fun anymore. It felt a lot more real. But you were safe, you weren’t going to let this asshole know how scared he had made you feel so quickly.

“Why would I care where you are?!”

You spat as you got ready to stand up,

“Maybe because you forgot to lock the door.”

Ice ran through your veins.

It gave you pause.

You did shiver this time, you tried to still speak with anger and conviction, trying to let your tone show just how upset you were

“Is this your idea of a fun Friday night? Calling girls up and-and doing what? Accusing them of masturbating and telling them you are stalking them?! I bet YOU are the one jacking off right now-”

And then you heard a sound from downstairs.

No one else was supposed to be here. Fuck, you had to go check, you were SURE you locked the door, positive you had but the idea if you hadn’t?

It pushed you forward.

You got out of the tub. Still dripping wet, your phone in the crook of your shoulder you picked up your robe and started to shrug it on, quickly, your wet form making that a challenge in it’s own right.

“Awe you sound awfully upset. Should I apologize for offending you?”

You had the robe tied up and the phone in your hand, striding out of the bathroom, trying to be careful not to alert whoever was on the other end of the fact you were on the move, he was still talking,

“I mean I was pretty rude wasn’t I? Interrupting your good time like that, saying those awful things, of course you would get upset-”

You were halfway down the stairs when he said this next part that made you stop dead,

“-I wonder how much more upset you would be if I told you I was already inside, y/n.”

How the fuck did he know your name?

You didn’t know what to say.

What could you say?

You didn’t say anything, you ran down the stairs and flew towards the front door-

“Check the locks if you want. If it will make you feel better. Doesn’t matter to me. I’m already right here, so fucking close to you.”

You hesitated for a moment.

Your heart was beating so damn hard in your chest. You were right here. He was just some asshole, no way he was actually in here.

It was impossible, whether he knew your name or not.

You stepped forward, hand meeting the door knob, you pulled, it was locked. You let out a sigh of relief and your forehead met the wood of the door, phone still held to your ear.

“Feel better?”

That voice on the other end asked, in a sickeningly sweet almost flirty kind of tone. You weren’t sure how to respond.

So you didn’t.

And then you felt it.

So suddenly.

Cool, leather clad fingers covering your mouth and you were pressed hard into the wood of the door by whoever that was behind you. No chance of getting away, holding you hard, that other hand took your phone from you and hung up, phone thrown aise, you heard it clatter on the ground, sliding away from you, That body felt so warm, oppressive, leaning into you, that same voice you heard on the phone now whispered right in you ear,

“Believe me now?”

You struggled and squirmed, muffled sounds of struggle pouring from your mouth and into his hand and that drew a laugh that you felt rumble in his chest and you were pushed harder into the door. His other hand gripped your wrist and forced it down, pinning your hand to the wood, your other hand trapped between your body and the door. You were reminded of the fact you were only in a robe and felt so damn vulnerable.

“You put up such a fight. I really like that. Part of why I picked you out.”

You whimpered and felt so much fear in this moment, you fought harder but it was no contest at all.

“I want a little more of that fight to be honest. So here is what is going to happen-”

He still sounded just like on the phone, playful, flirty, amused, he pressed on,

“I’m gonna let you go and you are going to TRY to get away and I am going to catch you.”

How he worded that. Fuck, that you would try to get away but would obviously ulitmatly fail and he WOULD catch you, that there was no doubt about it or room for you to think otherwise, that it was an inveitablitly.

“Ready?”

As you would ever be.

“Go.”

He was off of you, your hands flat on the wood you used them to push off, running, and in that moment you were reminded of the fact you were still dripping wet from that bath. You hadn’t dried off in your haste to get downstairs and check the door and you were regretting that fact now because you were having trouble running properly, slipping and sliding much more than you wanted.

You thought of running to the back of the house, to the kitchen, the back door, get outside, to a neighbor, go, go, go!

You skidded into the kitchen, hip meeting the island, pushing off again, towards the backdoor and then something equally terrifying as the pursuer behind you, one in front of you. No way it was the same guy, it was impossible for him to get here that quickly. There were two of them.

Fucked.

That is what you were, totally and completely, fucked.

“There you are.”

You tried to turn around as quickly as possible and go through the other door, only to be reminded of your first attacker. You thought quick and went for it anyway, a low duck and went right under his arm, success! You had evaded him, and off you went.

Back upstairs, lock yourself in your room, call for help.Mind going a mile a minute. Round the corner, hand on the bannister, up you went, you could hear them both behind you, so close. You just had to be faster.

Soon you were on the landing of the stairs and making your way to your room, almost, so close, you were in the door, starting to close it and then something stopped you-

You looked down at that heavy black boot preventing your door from closing. You forced harder. It obviously didn’t work. Gloved hand coming around the edge of the door and he pushed, strong and unexpected and forced his way in and you backed off. Stumbling back and then you were no longer alone in your room. You had backed up into your dresser, nowhere to go now. Watching as those two predators in those matching black robes and white masks invaded your most personal space and observed you, one slowly making their way towards you after a moment while the other closed and locked the door.

Trapped and helpless.

“Got you now.”

A knife pulled out and you gripped the wood of the dresser you were leaned on, you were in for it. He was almost on you, about to grab you when the other one still by the door spoke up,

“Hey wait a minute man-”

The one in front of you, still brandishing the knife, paused, a look over his shoulder, that being all the encouragement the second one needed to continue on,

“Look around the room for a sec.”

He did.

You obviously couldn’t tell because of the mask but you got the impression he was smiling. His body language seemed almost lighter. Half turned to face his partner in crime as he asked with a point of that knife,

“Oh now this is too perfect. Did you know?”

He held up both hands with a shake of his head as he responded,

“No I did not, had no idea when I picked her out. Hand to God man.”

See thing about you was-

You were a huge horror fan. Your room was more than enough evidence of that. Posters and nick-knacks, stacks of DVDs and other pieces of merch and books, the few clothing items scattered on your floor giving away your obsession as well. Your own eyes looking around the room, distracted and then, gloved fingers on your chin, turning your gaze to the hallow eyes of that mask.

“So you a horror fan, eh?”

Your eyes downcast and you bit your lower lip and he gripped harder, pressed himself closer, that knife brought up, you felt the cold steel on your throat and your breath caught,

“Answer me.”

Eyes squeezed shut as you responded,

“Yes. I am.”

A laugh from both of them and the second one was coming up now too as he said,

“This must be like your dream come true.”

That knife pressed closer and you whimpered and one of his legs was forced between yours, thigh so close, you were reminded of before. Of how excited you had been and how close you had gotten earlier in the bath, too sensitive, and frankly, too into this when you shouldn’t be.

“Not just one- but two crazed and costumed maniacs in your room.”

Hand from your second assailant on your exposed thigh, that leg getting forced between yours had spread yours and made your robe open more, exposing more delicious looking skin, the contact made you jump,

“Oh of course she loves it.”

“Is this what you want?”

A question asked as the thigh was pressed further and finally pressed to you, soft black material meeting your oversentive and still wet core and made a soft, but involuntary, moan pass you lips.

“Want to get fucked by the two men who had plans of gutting you tonight?”

Hand trailed higher on your leg, more of your robe pushed aside, his other hand opening your robe, belt dropped, that hand pushing your robe open, glove clad fingers met your stomach and you jolted again.

“You must want it so fucking badly, you are already almost shaking.”

God you were fucked up, you actually did want it, wanted it almost a little too much, it had to be because of before, how worked up you had gotten yourself. It HAD to be that because you weren’t sure you could handle the alternative. That you DID want that, two crazed strangers stalking you, breaking in to your house and fucking you senesless. You were pulled out of your thoughts when that knife slid dangerously close over your throat as he asked,

“How about we give it to her?”

Fingers in your hair and you were pulled, almost dragged closer to your bed, forced onto your knees, your robe had now fallen open, still slightly damp and naked body on display. A hard tug on your hair again, eyes forced back open, looking up at them, so curious what they were going to do to you. The anticipation was so fucking much to handle. So thick.

Crouched down beside you, fingers in your hair, so close you could feel that mask against your cheek, gloved hand meeting your neck, and what did you do when that happened?

You gave in.

Pushing into the touch, a silent plea for more. He obliged you, willingly, hand gripping your throat. Your hands rested on your naked and exposed thighs, holding on, gripping yourself.

“See? You DO like it don’t you?”

Your eyes were still forward, on that other costumed individual, he was watching you intently, hand feeling himself up over his robes, palming his cock and that made you pulse. He was going to watch whatever was about to happen to you. You nodded without thinking, you did like it.

“Fuckin’ knew it.”

His hand squeezed again before slipping down, rough attention paid to your chest, hard tugs on your nipple that made your hips cant forward, the feeling it elicited jumping straight down to your clit and you ached for more already.

“Makes you wonder doesn’t it-”

His hand went lower, sliding over your stomach and down to come to rest between your legs, fingers pressed to your clit and you let out a moan from just the pressure, he hadn’t even touched you properly yet, hadn’t even rubbed you and you were so fucking into it. This partner, still feeling himself, rescinded,

“Wonder what?”

Another pull on your hair, you struggled, moving your hips, wanting him to finger you so fucking badly but he just kept his hand still,

“What everyone would think of her if they knew what kind of girl she really is.”

Finally his fingers circled your clit and you moaned, you were feeling so fucking hot, them talking like this, as if you weren’t even here,

“Mmm listen to her. You like that, huh? Thinking about everyone knowing what a nasty little whore you are?”

You watched, couldn’t look away as that robe was pulled up, dark jeans exposed, he looked so fucking hard, so into watching you get fingered, and taunted and teased. You watched as with practiced ease the belt was undone and his zipper came down, hard cock pulled out, and your bit your bottom lip, you wanted to taste him. Fucking heaven above and hell below you WANTED him to force himself into your mouth. They still taunted you.

“About how you want to get fucked by us?”

You did love it. The way they said it, so mocking and teasing, you were made unreasonably hot by it. His touch didn’t let up, fingers rubbing you, friction from those damn gloves feeling positively amazing, another broken moan, watching as he gripped himself with that leather gloved hand and starting to stroke himself. So close to you. Watching as fingers danced over sensitive flesh and more moans and sighs were spilling from your lips, unable to stop yourself or keep still as fingers finally dipped inside of you to find you soaking wet.

“Filthy thing, she’s dripping right now.”

You were. The dirty talk, the touching, the pleasure and of course, the amazing view were all too much for you, of course you were wet and needy as all hell. Eyes unable to leave him as that hand worked his cock up and down, you wanted to reach out and bat his hand out of the way, take over and pull him close, lick up that bead of pre-cum on his tip. But you were held so fast you had nothing to do but just feel as he touched you and you watched that utterly amazing looking cock in front of you being pumped in that strong looking hand. Two fingers fucking in and out of you at a steady pace by now, so wet that they could-

“-fucking hear it-”

They teased you over that too. Over the sounds you made and how you quivered.

You were so overwhelmed and so lost in the scenario and the pleasure that you weren’t verbally responding to their questions other than those whimpers and moans you let out.

“Not the most talkative thing is she?”

As he said it his hand slowed and you wanted to almost beg him to continue before his cohort joined in,

“Oh don’t worry about that, I have a much better use for that mouth of hers.”

That made you pulse once more. You wanted what he was implying so badly, you wanted him to push in between your lips and find his pleasure in your wet and willing mouth rather than his own hand.

And just like that his hand left from between your thighs and you were pulled up hard by your hair, thrown onto your bed. Before you could even really adjust or register the change or get accustomed to the feeling of your soft and familiar comforter on your back, you were being pulled and re-positioned.

Strong hands guiding you until it was just right, and there you were. Splayed and spread out like a fucking meal for them. Head hanging off the edge of the bed, one between your legs, hands on your thighs, resting right there, so close you could feel the sheer heat radiating off of his length. A thumb teased you, circling your clit slowly and your hips squirmed as he pressed closer, poised at your entrance, he was so hard and ready after jerking himself to the sight of you getting finger fucked open by his friend. You watched that robe come up on the one in front of you, about to pull himself out too and you couldn’t wait to see him, you didn’t have to wait long before you saw him and he looked just as good, you wanted to taste him.

Your mouth felt too empty.

“God, she is so ready, doesn’t need any prep.”

His thumb swirled over your clit and you whined as his hips nudged forward, teasing you with the promise of fucking you, on fucking fire was how you felt right now, inhibitions abandoned, ready, willing and wanting to get fucked. His hand slipped down and gripped the base of his shaft, dragging himself up your folds, such a tease, tapping his swollen head on your clit and it made your hips jerk in response, you breathed it,

“-Please-”

He paused. Cock sliding back down so close to where you needed it,

“Oh what was that?”

You swallowed hard, fingers in the sheets as you allowed yourself to beg for what you truly wanted,

“P-please?”

You were rewarded with him starting to slip inside, stopping far too soon, teasing you once more with just the head of his cock, a gasp from you because that little bit felt so fucking good. And then you watched as the one in front of you started to touch himself too, your heart beating so hard, you were so far gone, It left you rushed,

“Please?!”

“What do you think?”

Another inch eased in painfully slowly, you tried to buck down onto him and his hands gripped your hips, stopping you, holding you down hard,

“I dunno man-”

You cut him off,

“Please! God, yes, okay? I am all those horrible things you say I am, filthy, fucked up, and I-I need it, please-”

And you did so damn good that you had easily earned it. Your sentence cut off with a loud moan as he finally forced the rest of himself inside in one quick snap of his hips, it felt amazing, scratching that itch inside just right.

“Poor little victim. Needs to get fucked good, huh?”

Slowly pulling out halfway before slamming forward again into you and you moaned out a desperate and frantic,

“Yes!”

Gloved hand met your cheek, you looked up to him, thumb ran over your bottom lip, tracing it before dipping inside, spreading over your tongue, your closed your lips and sucked obscenely on his thumb with a moan as the pace of the man between your thighs was set. Steady and so fucking good,

“Fucked from both ends I think.”

Both at the same time?

You wanted it probably more than you have ever wanted anything. Another heady and muffled moan left you around his thumb as the pleasure below your waist was already starting to mount, and he spoke again,

“I don’t think you are wet enough for that though.”

What?

“Open your mouth for me.”

God that tone.

His hand pulled back, thumb slipping from between your lips and you watched, breath quickened, confused but aroused and curious all the same. You listened, mouth open and what happened next nearly made your heart stop in your ribcage, his hands came up and you watched as that mask was moved, pulled up, lower half of his face exposed. You still had no idea who it was, but to be fair who can tell that based off of mouth and chin alone?

Then.

The bastard, did something you didn’t ever even consider being into, he spit into your open mouth, you had no idea how to react but your body did, a slight arch and a groan, grip on your hips tightening with the sound of breath catching,

“Oh fuck. She really liked that, she just clenched so hard on me.”

His hips had only faltered for a second, pausing for a moment before he resumed, slamming into you harder, pace quicker, needier and you moaned in response. The one above you chuckled and gripping himself he lined up with one hand, his other hand pulling his mask back into place,

“Looks much better now.”

That got to you terribly too. Them still being in costume while they did this. The risk, the anonymity and of course the inherent danger involved.

He pushed inside your mouth at just the right time, perfectly in sync, sliding all the way inside as his partner in crime did, and you never felt more full.

“Fffuck. Feels even better.”

Your legs were hoisted up onto shoulders, hands gripping your ankles as he fucked into you, the new angle hit that spot inside just right and had you moaning around the cock invading your mouth and that pulled a groan from both of them respectively at how good you felt wrapped around them.

If you thought you had good sex before well this made you think otherwise, this made you think that past you was a fucking idiot. It was so overwhelming in the best way, so overstimulating, being so totally full. There wasn’t much you could do to be honest, your hands on his hips, trying to hold on and just breathe through it as he fucked your mouth, moaning and whimpering, legs shaking.

You were desperate, they knew it too. A grind, the friction on your clit feeling amazing, adding to it significantly, you squirmed, fingers digging into denim as you sucked, eyes squeezed shut, the one fucking your mouth was extra nice, palming one of your breasts and teasing your nipples roughly. You were close, he could feel it too. So what could he do other than taunt you over that too?

“So soon? You really gonna cum from this?”

A slightly laugh with another groan, a hard thrust in your mouth before he responded,

“She close, huh? Wants to cum stuffed full of cock.”

You nodded as best you could, another whimper, you were right fucking there, about to slip over, you were practically holding your breath in sheer anticipation, and one of those hands left your ankle and his thumb pressed to your clit-

“Fuckin’ cum then.”

And my God you did. Back arching off the bed slightly, a muffled cry around the dick in your mouth as your orgasm washed over your trembling form. All the tension and build up released in one glorious, debauched and sweat soaked moment. Your head was swimming and a hard pull on your nipple pulled you back down to Earth. They hadn’t slowed. You just simply had to endure. He hadn’t stopped rubbing your clit either, it was almost painful with you just being post orgasm, unable to protest.

The situation was getting to them too. It was so good and you were so absurdly hot and felt so fucking good that they were both reaching their own ends.

Then you realized something very important.

They were both inside of you raw. No barriers or protection, you were so lost in it that you hadn’t thought of it for even a second but now you couldn’t not think of it, particularly when they were making you think of nothing else.

“Shit-getting close man-”

“Go-od me too.”

A whine, your fingers hooked in his belt loops and tugged, he asked, breathless and a little strained,

“What do you think? Should we cum in her?”

You shouldn’t want it. It was a terrible idea but fuck, a hot one, you still wanted it, even if you shouldn’t.

“Maybe-fuck-we should ask her.”

A tug on your nipple that made you struggle again and then a hard smack landed on your breast that made you yelp as best you could with your mouth full,

“You want that slut?”

Again your body betrayed you. Another clench that made his hips falter and he rubbed your clit, just the thought of it, being so thoroughly taken and used by these two, being their fucktoy and personal little cum dump, you were so into it, it felt too good and too much of a turn on, you were close again already. A moan, an attempt at a nod but your shaking was what gave it away the most.

You couldn’t see the look shared between them.

If you had it might have given away their plan.

“Better get ready, here it comes-”

They both sounded too fucking good, you were close and wanted to cum again and get filled, you were so ready for it. Closer and closer, you had done so good, taken them so well, not everyone could handle getting spit roasted as well as you had and fuck it, you were proud of yourself.

Too bad they had other plans.

One more stoke over your clit and you were cumming and then-

Asshole’s that they were, they both pulled out.

You didn’t know how to react or handle it. No time to react really. Both leaving you, hands off, ruining your orgasm, shocked groan of pure dis-satisfaction leaving you. It was such a terrible feeling, such a cruel ruin that it almost physically hurt you as well as how emotionally crushing it was. On top of that they both stroked themselves to their ends and instead of cumming inside of you and filling you they spilled the evidence of their pleasure over you. You were trembling, still trying to get over your ruined orgasm while cum was splattered over your pussy and stomach and over your face and neck.

You looked a complete mess.

Heaving and panting, no words, in disbelief you had done all of that. Legs dropped down, starting to redress himself the little bit he needed to as he said,

“She’s fun.”

“Oh very fun.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, eyes falling closed, you were tired but at least you were fun. You had to admit that you had fun, like the most fun you had in recent memory.

“What do you think. Next Friday we do this again?”

A small nod from you, unable to hide your smile either, the other confirmed it verbally as well,

“Definitely.”

You felt him get off of the bed and felt something placed in your hand?

“We’ll let ourselves out, See you later kitten.”

Oh, kitten?

You earned a nick-name. This must have been really good for them.

You listened as the door to your room opened and you heard them leave. You should move, do something, like maybe think about how fucked up what just happened was or what it said about you or who those guys were-but you were waaaay too tired for that.

What was in your hand vibrated and you realized it was your phone. Your eyes opened and you brought it up to see a text message from an unknown number, the same one that called earlier. You opened it and were greeted with a picture. A selfie from one of those costumed boys, you with your eyes closed, cum splattered on your body and spread between them, must have taken it without you realizing it. You looked-

Good.

Really, really fucking good.

Another text-

“See you next Friday.”

You actually couldn’t wait. You smiled and threw your phone aside, propping up on your elbows, you felt sore and sweaty and even though you probably shouldn’t-happy. Next Friday would be amazing and you would be more ready for it. You shifted and looked at the mess that was your body and with a sigh got ready to get up.

Yeah you could think about all this later.

Right now?

You needed a shower.

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hello!! I hope you’re doing well :) how do you think verivery (no kangmin ofc) would be during sex?

here it is! also verivery is one of the few groups i stan where i can see all of the legal line as doms so my switch self was having way too much fun sndngjflsns

dongheon

dom

absolutely has a size kink… seeing how small you are compared to him never fails to make him horny

no matter how many times he’s done it, every time he pushes his cock into you he is so amazed at how you can take all of him. your tight walls never fail to draw a low groan from his throat, followed by a string of curses as he begins moving his hips

i picture him being super cocky. like he knows he’s hot and that you want to fuck him. he uses sex to taunt you sometimes, especially if you’re too shy to tell him you’re needy

god… him pushing you up against the wall and whispering how he wants to make you cum in your panties. he’d slide his fingers down and press them against the fabric, teasing you for bit before speeding up and doing exactly what he said he would

hoyoung

switch/no power play

he’s seems like he’d be pretty soft and giggly during sex most of the time

he enjoys using the time to please you, and he usually makes you cum before even thinking about his orgasm

i picture him pressing kisses up your thighs, smiling against your skin as he hears your labored breaths. he takes his time before flattening his tongue against your clit, chuckling when you jerk your hips up involuntarily

he seems like such a romantic person though… like he’d plan a whole day to treat you, ending with the softest, most sensual sex ever. he’s definitely the type to slow his thrusts down, making sure that you feel every inch of his cock and that he doesn’t cum too fast

i can see him being into sensory deprivation (mainly blindfolding) both giving and receiving. he loves doing it to you bc he feels like he has full control over your orgasm, and he really enjoys you doing it to him when he subs bc he feels so helpless akjdkvnvfn

minchan

dom

another cocky bastard

he’s the type to ask you to suck on his fingers in public bc he knows you’ll obey him despite your embarrassment (and he finds that super hot)

probably call you princess or sweetheart while he fucks you, marveling at how innocent you look while engaging in such a dirty act

sometimes, when you’re wearing a pretty dress or new lingerie, he’ll fuck you while you’re still wearing it, sliding your panties to the side and pushing into you. he really admires how gorgeous the fabric looks against your skin, and how angelic you look

he’d be the best out of the group at aftercare imo. he’d fuck you until you cry and then clean you up, grab you a glass of water, and run his fingers through your hair as he tells you how well you did

gyehyeon

dom??? switch???

but he strikes me as the type to like being in control. i think when he isn’t the one leading sex he may tend to get nervous and won’t be able to get out of his head to enjoy it

definitely into orgasm denial. he could sit between your legs all day, bringing you so close to the edge that you were trembling, just to stop entirely. god the way his eyes would look gazing down at your needy form sndjkckd

he’d love to watch you make yourself cum… but refuse to help you. like he’d sit on the bed next to you as you hump a pillow, rubbing himself through his pants as you whine for him to touch you

i can see him being into degradation and humiliation (giving.) one of his darkest fantasies is tying you down and having his way with you in front of the other legal members, getting off on how slutty you are for letting him fuck you with others around

yeonho

switch

i absolutely want him to ruin me so i’m biased

just imagining him pounding his cock into you at an insane pace, hissing when the pleasure becomes too much, pulling out and cumming all over your stomach akdkvkslsn

when he’s feeling dominant, he wants his hands all over you: spreading your thighs apart, tweaking your nipples, running down your arms and holding your hands

when he’s subbing, he wants to be good, but he can’t help being bratty sometimes. if you decided you were going to edge him, he’d definitely be whining and complaining about how badly he needs to cum

i can see him being into threesomes. his favorite is when you bring a girl in and he watches as you two pleasure each other before taking care of the both of you

yongseung

this man acts completely feral on stage so it’s hard to not see him as a hard dom

but like he acts like a switch off stage if that makes sense???

i def think he’d be into mirror sex… he’d love seeing how his cock enters you each time he thrusts and how he can make eye contact with you. just imagine how dark and lustful his gaze would be akdkvkbe

he seems like he has so much stamina. he’d edge himself so many times just so he can change positions and fuck you for even longer

also, i can see him fucking you literally anywhere except on the bed. he’d be the type to pull down your panties and push his cock into you while you’re washing dishes or something bc he’s so horny

he’d love dirty talking and making you tell him how good it feels. any shred of his shyness goes away when he’s balls deep inside you, and he wants to see how filthy you can talk back to him

#verivery smut #dongheon smut #hoyoung smut #minchan smut #gyehyeon smut #yeonho smut #yongseung smut #verivery smut headcanons #sorry for taking so long on this req i was having trouble putting my thoughts into words #but i hope you enjoy this!!

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Hi! Can I request Fem dom CEO with sub assistant NCT Taeyoung? He has always been into his boss. And one night she finally takes care of him. Bondage, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, etc

❝ Boss ❞

› pairing - lee taeyong x fem ceo!reader

› genre - smut, ceo au

› word count - 2.3k

› summary - your new assistant has a not so subtle crush on you so one night, you finally give him what he wants.

› warnings - shy sub!taeyong, major teasing, sexual frustration, accidental voyerism, exhibitionism (?) slight bondage, slight degradation

› a/n - this one's longer than i intended but it's taeyong so what do you expect? hope you enjoy it anonnie~ <3

“h-here’s your iced americano, ma’am.” your new assistant stammers as he enters your office, slightly bowing as he hands you your favorite morning beverage with shaky hands. you're really hoping this one lasts--your previous assistants could never do their job right.

“taeyong, sweetie..loosen up a bit." you advise, gladly taking your coffee from his hands. "what has everyone been telling you to make you so afraid of me?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"n-nothing ma'am, i just- i’m intimidated by you." he answers sheepishly, cheeks heating up under your intense stare.

god, the way he always acts so shy and innocent around you just makes you wanna ruin him.

"good. means i'm doing my job right." you say dismissively, turning back to your work.

"your work for the remainder of the day is in your office. the stack of papers on your desk, read over them and make sure to file them correctly. i want it done by 3:00, understand?"

"yes ma'am." he bows politely and quickly turns to exit your office.

he was always in such a hurry to leave. you don't blame him though, you'd be pretty embarrassed too if just the sound of your boss' voice made you hard. poor baby even tries to hide it but your eyes are just too quick. you don't think he knows you know, though or he'd be infinitely times more embarrassed.

taeyong has been your assistant for almost a month now and you can honestly say you like the boy. although insanely shy and nervous around you, he gets his work done and he does it perfectly.

another reason you like him so much is because of his obvious sexual attraction towards you. the way his face heats up any time you say or do something a bit suggestive. sometimes you'd even do things on purpose, like unbuttoning the top button of your blouse and leaning over your desk to "grab something" just so he could get a little peak. and god, he was sooo submissive. you could tell from the beginning how badly he needed someone to just fully dominate and take care of him.

maybe it's a bit inappropriate to be thinking about and teasing your assistant like this in the workplace but--well you are the CEO and if anyone's gonna break your rules, it's you. you just can't help yourself. finding a date that shares the same...sexual preferences as you is a lot harder than it needs to be and all of your male acquaintances are misogynistic asshole CEOs that think men should always be dominant. so yeah, you're a bit sexually frustrated and having a pretty sub so close to you doesn't help.

you go on about your day, making a few business calls here and there but not much else because today wasn't a really busy day. after finishing up the last of your business,

you grab your belongings and head out of your office, locking the door behind you. you're not surprised to see that almost everyone has already left. well, everyone on the top floor--which is where your office is--at least.

when you enter taeyong's office, you find it vacant and see that he's done his job filed all the papers. had he left without telling you? but that's so unlike him.

you shrug and exit his office, starting to walk out before you see that your close friend, dani, is still here. of course, she always stays late.

"hey, dani! have you seen taeyong?"

"oh, y/n! yeah, i think he went to the restroom down the hall a little while ago. he looked sick." she tells you, face full of pity.

"oh, well i'll go check on him i guess. but after that i’m heading out...and you better not stay too late! you've worked well enough today." you scold her.

"sure thing, boss!" she salutes and you giggle, waving one last time before walking to the restrooms down the hall.

when you get there, you see that the door to the men's room is locked and just as you're about to knock you hear a stifled moan from the other side. your jaw immediately drops and you press your ear against the door to hear better.

"nnnghh, fuck- close!" whimpers a voice that is unmistakably taeyong's. "y/n, please let me cum. i'll be a good boy, mistress." he begs you even though you're not there with him and you have to squeeze your thighs together and bite down on your lip to suppress a moan that would expose you.

you know you shouldn't be listening to him but god, he sounds so sweet when he's begging you to cum and you can't find it in you to tear your ear from the door.

"mmph- cumming, i’m cu-nnghh!" you can tell he's trying to muffle his moans but that hardly prevents you from hearing the pretty sounds he makes as he lets go.

it suddenly gets really quiet making you realize that after he cleans up, he'll be coming out of the bathroom so you quickly get yourself together, making your way back to your office. you pass by dani's desk to see that she left and you smile, grateful that she actually listened to you and also grateful for the fact that there's no one left on this floor.

you quickly unlock your office door and go inside, shutting the door behind you before putting your things down before sitting in your chair. you may regret what you're about to do but...fuck it.

you unbutton your blouse down to the middle and pull it apart so that you can clearly see your black lacy bra before hiking your skirt up and sliding you matching panties off. you know taeyong should be knocking on your door soon, so you get ready to put on a show.

it's only when you reach down to touch yourself that you realize how wet you've gotten. you start rubbing your clit in fast circular motions and throw your head back, biting your lip to contain your moans. getting so caught up in pleasure, you're startled when you hear a knock at your office door. the lightness and pattern of the knock tells you it's taeyong so you smirk before telling him to come in and going right back to pleasuring yourself. you make sure to over exaggerate this time, arching your back off the seat and throwing your head back with your mouth wide open.

taeyong is most definitely not prepared for the sight he's met with and all he can do is stand there frozen, eyes wide as his dick stirs back to life in his pants.

"taeyongie~ shut and lock the door." you say between pants and he nods dumbly, doing exactly as you say.

"good boy. you're such a good slut for mistress huh?"

he visibly shudders and you can't tell if it's because he's turned on at the name you called him, the praise, or he's embarrassed at the fact that you heard him in the bathroom. your guess is all three.

"answer me." you snap.

"y-yes, i’m your good slut."

"such a needy slut too, getting off in the restrooms at work and to the thought of your boss?" you tease and his head drops in shame.

"come sit down." you point to a chair right in front of you desk and he does so as you get up from yours and round your desk to sit on the edge of it in front of him.

you put one leg up on the desk, opening your legs so that taeyong can see all of you and reach down to circle your clit once again.

"look at how wet you made me.." you pull your fingers away and shove them in your mouth, licking them all over. the boy follows every movement you make with dark, hazy eyes.

you lower your hand once again, this time shoving two fingers inside yourself and repeatedly thrusting them in and out while he just sits there and watches like a good boy.

"fuck, baby. i'm so close already." you moan out, fingers speeding up as you clench around them feeling your orgasm approaching.

taeyong can't help but squirm in his seat and rub his thighs together as he watches you with furrowed brows. he lets out a few whimpers, the sight of you like this right in front of him just too much to handle.

"nnghh, cumming!" you scream, throwing your head back before you finally let go. as soon as you recover you look back up at taeyong to see him wearing a fucked out expression before noticing the wetness covering his face and you gasp, looking down to see that you had actually squirted.

"oh my god," you glance at his lap to see that there was also a wet spot covering the front of his pants and you put two and two together. "oh my god, did you just cum untouched?" you ask in disbelief.

he nods sheepishly, his blushing cheeks turning a shade darker. "i'm s-sorry. i was trying to hold it- but you looked so hot a-and then you squirted in my face, i just couldn't help myself." he admitted.

"don't apologize, baby. do you want me to really touch you now?" you ask, getting off of the desk and pulling your skirt back down.

he quickly nods and you chuckle at his eagerness.

"pants off, sit on the desk, and arms out like this, okay?" you instruct before going to your purse to find a small rope you had...don't ask.

after retrieving the rope, you walk to stand in front of taeyong and grab his wrists, putting them together and gently tying them.

"wh-what are you d-doing?" he asks, voice quivering.

"relax, baby. i just need to make sure you don't get too grabby." you say softly, tugging to make sure it's tight enough. "how's it feel?"

"f-feels okay."

"good."

you press yourself closer to him as he throws his arms over your head before leaning in to kiss him deeply. you slowly reach down to grab his length, causing him to let out a small gasp--to which you use to your advantage, dragging your tongue around the inside of his mouth. he tasted like the raspberry jellies he ate earlier that day but you just couldn't get enough. you start pumping him, starting out slow and gradually speeding up until his moans become more frequent and hips begin bucking uncontrollably.

"nnghh g-gonna cum!" taeyong warns, pulling away from the kiss and hiding his face in your neck.

you pull your hand away almost immediately, denying him his third orgasm of the night.

"ya know...i don't think you deserve it. you touched yourself with mistress's permission." you say fake pouting as you go to move out of his grasp.

before you can get away, he pulls you back into him.

"no! i-i’m sorry. i'm sorry for touching myself and i don't deserve to cum but please, will you let me?" he asks, looking up at you with wide, begging eyes and suddenly you can't dare think to deny this precious baby of anything. god, he would be the death of you.

"fine, only because you're so cute." you huff, grabbing onto his length once again.

"what were you thinking about? when you touched yourself." you ask, slowly pumping him.

he immediately turns red and looks away but answers you anyways. "i- i was thinking- mmh! a-about you touching me. like t-this."

"yeah?" you tilt your head, stroking him faster.

it doesn't take long for him to get close again, already on edge from before and soon he starts squirming while letting out loud whines.

you take a minute to admire how beautiful he looks so close to the edge, brow furrowed, lips swollen from the constant biting and the sight's enough to have you clenching around nothing.

"mistress! mistress, i'm coming! nnngh- please let m-me." he blabbers, visibly shaking at how hard he's trying to hold it.

"let go, baby~" you whisper in his ear, latching your mouth onto his collar and that's all it takes for him to cum, moaning out and tightening his hold on you.

you give him a few more strokes before dropping your hand beside you and stand there, waiting for him to calm down.

"t-thank you, ma'am." he sighs, feeling high off of probably the most intense orgasm he's had and content.

"you're welcome, babe." taeyong feels his heart flutter at the pet name.

once his breathing levels out, you move out of his arms and grab his wrists to untie the rope, pressing kisses to the marks that were left.

"you have anywhere to be tonight?" you ask, reaching for the wipes on your desk to try to clean up the mess a bit.

"n-no. was just gonna go home."

"good. you're coming home with me." you say, not even giving him the chance to decline--not that he was going to anyways.

the next day taeyong can't even look at you without being reminded of what happened last night and it's slightly affecting his performance. during a time you're not busy, you call him into your office and he knocks a few minutes later.

"come in." you walk to the front of your desk and lean on it.

he walks in and shuts the door behind him before turning to you, avoiding eye contact. "y-you wanted to see me?"

"you seem distracted today." you say straightforwardly.

he lowers his head and starts to play with his fingers. "i-i'm sorry, ma'am i just- i can't stop t-thinking about you." he stutters.

you push yourself off of your desk and walk towards him, stoping right in front of his face and he doesn't dare look up.

"look at me." you order cupping his cheek wig one hand as he slowly lifts his head up and finally looks at you.

"it's okay, you're not in trouble. do well today and i'll reward you later." you tell him, sliding your hand down to grope his frontside before walking back to your desk, leaving him a blushing mess.

"y-yes, ma'am." he whispers, quickly running back to his office.

you smirk to yourself as you sit in your chair, getting back to work. you think you just might keep this one.

#nct #nct smut #nct 127 smut #lee taeyong #taeyong smut #sub!taeyong #dom!reader #sub!nct #sub!nct 127 #i have a thing for ceo aus

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