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— painted on your back 𐐪𐑂 harry styles

𐐪𐑂 summary → harry is stressed and niall knows a submissive that can fix that

𐐪𐑂 content → smut, angst, fluff, dom!h, sub!reader, oral (m+f receiving), humiliation, plus size!reader, body insecurity, impact play (slapping, pussy spanks, flogging, spanking), hair pulling, spitting, degradation, thigh riding, overstimulation, squirting, hung!h, daddy kink, an insane amount of pet names, edging, cum control, overstimulation, bondage, use of toys, masturbation (m receiving), fingering, rough sex, unprotected piv, anal play, hair pulling, subdrop, crying, porn with a lot of plot, 18+ BLOG MDNI

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Harry has a problem… a big one at that. He’s on edge in more ways than one, and in desperate need of some serious stress relief. He’d tried yoga, meditation, acupuncture… everything and anything he could think of; still, nothing worked. 

He grumbles around a sigh as he slides into the bar stool next to his best friend and former bandmate. “Yikes, mate whas’a’matta with you?” The Irishman asks, raising a brow. 

“Bugger off Niall, ‘s been a long week” Harry rolls his eyes, ordering a tequila neat. 

“I’ll say” Niall notes, near cackling at his drink of choice. He sees a glare from Harry and decides that it’s no longer funny. “C’mon tell me… ‘S goin on?” Niall asks as Harry takes his first sip of tequila. 

“I dunno, mate ‘ve jus’ been so… stressed lately” he sighs, before beginning to go into detail about his tour schedule and upcoming interview dates, delving a bit into his dry spell as well. “I’ve jus’ not been able to relax lately, I’ve tried everything mate,” Harry sighs deeply. 

Niall knocks twice on the bar as he finishes the last sip of his beer, signaling the barkeep for another round. “Think ‘ve got just the thing t’help ya,” he smiles slyly. “I used to go to these… we’ll call ‘em parties” he shrugs softly. 

“What, like a house party?” Harry scoffs softly, and Niall rolls his eyes. 

“No, you gimp” he grumbles as he sips at his newly-poured beer. “Like uh… sex parties. Yanno, whips n chains. Dominant and submissive type shit” Harry begins to nod along, his eyes widening slightly in realization. “Know you’re not really the public type but there was this girl that I met at one of the parties” he tells him. 

“Wait, is this a girl that you used to shag, mate?” Harry asks. 

“Meh, once or twice, but she’s definitely more of a friend now” the curly-haired man nods along, asking the barkeep for his own second round as Niall goes on. “She’s a real sweetheart, cute too, you'll like her” he nods. “She’s a submissive of course, but she’s also a real good listener—gives the best head scratches” Niall nods. “I can set up a meeting ‘f you want.” 

“What, like a booty call?” Harry asks incredulously and Niall is rolling his eyes once more, resisting the urge to slap his best friend upside the head. 

“No!” He shakes his head, biting back a laugh. “I mean jus’ what I said, a meeting. I can introduce you two n then I’ll leave it up to you to see what happens next” he shrugs. “Y’said it y’self y’ve tried everything. ‘S no harm in trying this next” Niall offers his word of advice. 

The next few seconds are quiet between them, before the topic switches to football and catching up on the rest of their lives. Before they part ways for the night, Harry is sure to look at Niall and say: “there really is no harm in trying…” 

That’s all the Irishman needs to hear to know he’s got the okay to give the girl he spoke about a call. 

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Harry’s schedule is clear for the next week and a half, and Niall finds a perfect day for them to go over and meet the girl he was talking about. It’s a rainy Wednesday afternoon when Niall is driving Harry into the apartment complex. He grabs a small grocery bag from the back seat before he’s leading Harry up the stairs and knocking on the door. 

Niall knocks three times on the door before twisting the knob and swinging it open. “Pet, what’ve I told you ‘bout lockin’ this?” He calls through the small two bedroom apartment with a cute kitchen and cozy living room. 

“But I knew you were coming over, Ni” a voice calls back. It truly is one of the sweetest things Harry has ever heard. If that was any indication of how truthful Niall was when he’d called you a sweetheart, then your first interaction with him was the cherry on top. 

“Hi… I’m YN,” your voice is shy, and you’re looking up so you're able to make eye contact with him. You’re nervous, he can tell, but your face still holds the most adorable little smile he’s ever seen. Your right hand is trembling slightly as you hold it out for him to shake and his dimples protrude as he smiles brightly at you. 

“Pleased t’meet you, love. ‘M Harry,” he smiles charmingly, taking your hand in his much larger one and placing a kiss to your knuckles, rather than shaking it. 

“No need t’introduce y’self, mate. She knows who you are,” Niall teases. “You still got his posters up on the wall or did you take them down so he wouldn’t know what a creep you are?” He mocks. 

“Shut up, Niall!” You insist as your face heats up in embarrassment. The man fixes you with a look and you frown, your shoulders slumping slightly as you huff. “I don’t have any posters” you grumble quietly and Niall chuckles. 

“C’mon honey, take us to your room” he nods towards the door on the right, marked with the first letter of your first name, the one on the left marked with a big ‘M.’ 

“You have a roommate?” Hardy asks curiously, and you smile bashfully. 

“Sort of” you nod softly. “His name's Milo,” you begin. Harry’s eyebrows are pinching together slightly. Niall had told him you lived alone. “Milo tututut” you call softly, and a chunky, gray British Shorthair comes and circles around your ankles.

His jaw drops slightly and he lets out a little gasp as he crouches down. “Well hello there” he whispers softly, holding his hand out. “I love cats,” Harry smiles. “He’s got a whole room?” He asks curiously. 

“Of course he does,” you smile. “For all his toys and his jungle gyms,” you explain as Milo quickly scurries off to said room after deciding he’d received enough scritches from Niall. Harry’s heart flutters at the plural pronunciation of ‘jungle gyms.’ You were the sweetest thing to ever walk planet Earth, Harry thought. 

You lead the boys to your room and sit criss cross on your bed after sliding off your slippers. “Sorry, it’s a little messy” you flush a bit, about three shirts and two pairs of shorts strewn about the floor. 

“Y’missed one, pet” Niall taunts, nodding his head toward your closet door which contains the poster of Harry from his Fine Line vinyl. Your face is on fire as you look back and come face to face with a naked Harry Styles. The only thing covering his dick being his leg and his hand. Harry chuckles softly, and you have no choice but to hide behind your hands in embarrassment. “Oh don’t pretend you don’t like to be made fun of, pet. C’mon… show us that cute little face” Niall encourages. 

You emerge from behind your hands with a pout, and Harry puffs out one more chuckle. “Atta girl” the curly-haired man hums as he strokes your cheek. You wonder if he can also feel the fire blazing beneath them. “I think ‘s sweet you’ve got posters of me” Harry shoots you a charming smile as Niall is passing you the little grocery bag. 

You gasp in excitement as you reach into the bag and pull out a bag full of your favorite mini chocolates. “Thank you” you smile as you pull one out, unwrap it and pop it into your mouth. 

“She likes for you to bring gifts or a treat when you come over” Niall explains. “Otherwise she feels like she’s just being used for her body” Harry hums, nodding a bit as he makes a mental note of your favorite chocolate. 

“Have you done this before?” You ask him curiously, looking over at Harry. “I mean like… Been a dominant… Not sex. I-I… I’m sure you’ve done sex before” you whisper bashfully, and Harry lets out a bit of a belly laugh. 

“Yes, love I’ve ‘done sex’ before” he smirks at the way you’d said it, tucking a hair behind your ear. “I’ve been dominant before, but never a dominant” he tells you. “I know about limits and safewords and such,” he smiles. 

That reassures you immensely. You won’t have to stutter over an explanation of the world of kink. “She’s a bit of a shy one… takes some coaxing to get her comfortable. Just a bit of lovin and some nice words, she’s putty in your hands” Niall smirks softly, taking a seat at your desk while Harry sits next to you in your bed. You’re shying a bit into yourself now, feeling the burning gazes of two of the most attractive men you’d ever had the pleasure to lay your eyes on. “So go on, pet. Tell him about yourself” he nods softly. 

“Um… Well I’m pretty much okay with anything besides like… bodily stuff like… Like throw up and such. Spitting is okay with me, I quite like that” you say bashfully. “Being tied up and thrown around a bit is all okay I… I like to feel it” you whisper, your cheeks heating up as you’re forced to turn your gaze onto your lap. “I don’t have many hard limits… ‘m willing to try anything at least once. If you want to do anything crazy like watersports or somethin’ just ask me first,” you tell him. 

Harry nods along, not once taking his eyes off of you as he hangs on to your every word. “What about your safeword, love?” Harry asks. 

“I follow a traffic light system,” you say softly as you brave a look at him. Soft green eyes are staring directly back at you, and you can’t help but shy away from his burning gaze. “So like red means stop, yellow means slow down or check in, green is all good” you tell him. “I’m not the easiest to get into subspace… Niall’s got me there a few times in, I just gotta get used to you first” you explain as you munch on another one of your chocolates. “What are you looking for?” You ask him. 

“Well I don’t just want sex,” he assures you. “I’d like to get to know you and whatnot. I need some stress relief, someone that can make a bad day feel better and that I can talk to, you know?” He says and you smile. 

“I know just what you mean, Harry. Niall brought you to the right place” you say softly. 

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Before Niall and Harry leave for the night, you’re sure to give Harry your number. From there, Niall had pretty much butt out of it and left the meet ups and everything else to the two of you. Harry was a busy man, you had learned. It was summer break for you, so you didn’t have any classes, leaving you with just your job where you worked the day shift and had off on the weekends. 

Harry’s schedule was much less structured, sometimes waking up at 6AM and others sleeping in until past noon. However, no matter what time Harry rose for the day, he always made sure that the first thing he did was text you. It was another two weeks before your schedules were able to line up for you to meet again. 

He felt awkward coming to your apartment alone for the first time, nervously biting his lip as he knocked on the door. He wondered if he should just open it up the same way Niall had—would it even be unlocked? You had told him you were free most days after 6PM—let him know he could come whenever—but what if you’d decided to go out with friends or something tonight? Harry didn’t have much time to worry himself sick over how to proceed when he heard your sweet voice calling: “it’s open!” From the other side. 

“Hi, sweets” Harry smiles as he steps into your apartment. You’re lounging on the couch, the ending credits to a movie playing as a big bowl of half-eaten popcorn sits on your tummy. “Brought ya a danish. Didn’t know what kind y’like so I got chocolate, apple, and some kind of berry” he hums curiously, looking down into the box as you get off the couch. 

“Thank you” you smile shyly, dusting popcorn crumbs off your tank top as you put the bowl away. You hum softly, opening the box as he hands it to you. You’re not sure which kind you want either, so you decide on trying a little piece of each one. 

“How’ve you been, petal?” He hums, kissing your cheek. He remembered something Niall had said about how you liked to be loved on—and your love for pet names by your own admission. 

“I’ve been okay… not much going on with me. You’re a busy bee, though” you smile softly as you lead him to sit over on the couch. “Seen some things on Twitter” you hum and Harry chuckles. 

“It’s called. X now,” he teases, not minding that you had basically just admitted to stalking him. He thinks it’s sweet that you keep tabs on him, so to speak. The both of you know why he’s here, but for some reason now that he is Harry feels… wrong for some reason. He feels like he’s soliciting sex in some kind of way right now. He’s uncomfortable—due to his own thoughts and personality—and he doesn’t know where to start. “So uh… How would you like to start this?” Harry asks. 

“Well that’s up to you” you hum with a little smile. For some reason, that smile makes Harry more shy—less sure of himself. Harry looks down at your lips and he wants to kiss you. Is that okay? You hadn’t talked about whether or not kisses were allowed… you hadn’t really talked much about what was or wasn’t allowed in general, honestly. 

Harry decides there’s no harm in asking. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, already setting one hand on your hip, the other gently cradling your face. 

“You can do whatever you want to me” you whisper. That sentence sets Harry’s hormones ablaze and he’s all but dragging you onto his lap. You let out a squeak as his lips smash down onto your’s, one hand coming up to squeeze lightly at your throat. 

Clearly, Harry had quickly gotten over his shyness—easily falling into his role as a dominant as he kisses you silly. His tongue slides into your mouth, licking around on its own adventure and moaning at the taste of you. His stubble scratches at your cheeks and jaw, and it’s causing your head to spin as you feel his hardening cock poking against your inner thigh. 

“Think we start simple, baby” he hums, nosing at your jaw to force your head to the side. You tilt your head, granting him room to lick, suck, and bite at the skin of your neck. “Maybe a blowie? Then I can get y’off… Jus’ get a feel for each other,” he whispers. 

“Mhm” you hum, nodding eagerly. “Whatever you want… Jus’ wanna make you cum,” you mutter as your lips chase his for another kiss. Harry chuckles then, his heart swelling as he holds your jaw and presses a kiss to your needy lips. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside—the notion that you cared so much about his own pleasure. He licks inside your mouth, and nips and sucks at your bottom lip squeezing at your hips as he rocks you against his lap. He feels your breath puffing from your nose against where his nose connects to his top lip and pulls you back then, realizing you hadn’t taken even a second of breath since he’d started kissing you silly. 

“Easy, petal. Why don’t y’get on y’knees fo’ me, hmm?” He smiles lazily at you, fingers coming up to tug hair back from your clammy neck. There’s no argument or hesitation from you as you easily slide from his lap to the space between his spread legs on your living room floor. You rest your hands on your thighs as you stare at him, doe-eyed. 

Harry thinks he can nut just off the sight of you waiting so patiently to get his prick in your mouth alone. “You’re a bloody dream, Button” he groans softly, his head falling back against the couch cushions. Though he hadn’t told you to, you reach forward and undo his pants. Harry makes a mental note to teach you a thing or two about manners and patience—though, for now he doesn’t mind. It only gets him to the warm, wet hole of your mouth that much quicker. 

You start off slow, gently taking his cock in your hand and kitten-licking over his heavy balls before licking up the underside of his shaft. You lathe your tongue over the red, leaky head of his pretty cock, humming softly as you spit on it. “It’s so big…” you whisper in astonishment, beginning to jerk him off slowly. 

“Yeah, baby?” He smirks, pulling your hair back into a makeshift pony so he could see your pretty face. “My cock good enough for you, pretty girl?” He hums, and you nod eagerly—popping the head into your mouth. Harry hisses lowly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he forces his hips still, not wanting to choke you on his cock just yet. 

However, it’s quickly made clear to Harry that he cares more about your comfort than yourself as you shove his full cock into your mouth, pushing back a harsh gag as you begin to suck him off. He’s in heaven, that’s for sure, as his hands tangle in your tresses, tugging lightly against your scalp as you bob your head. 

He’s a goner as you look up at him—your eyes red and lashes heavy with tears. “Look so bloody pretty” he groans, smearing a clammy hand over your cheek and patting it roughly. “Not a thought behind those eyes, is there, poppet?” He mocks softly, smirking devilishly at you. 

Your response is no more than a muffled: “mmh mmh” as you continue to suck his cock as if you were made to do no more than pleasure him. You’ve made a mess of yourself, uncaring as the front of your shirt becomes drenched in your own saliva. Tears and mascara streak down your cheeks, and the noises you’re making on Harry’s cock are so obscene that his head is spinning with pleasure. 

“Oh, baby you’re gonna make me cum!” Harry moans, tugging a bit harder at your hair as a warning. You moan at the pain of him pulling your hair, but make no move to pull away—only doubling down in your efforts to make him cum as you reach one hand up to play with his balls. He lets out a soft gasp, his thighs shaking slightly as he cums down your throat, letting out a loud groan of pleasure as he holds your head down. 

You swallow all of his cum, then proceed to suck his cock clean before slowly pulling him out of your mouth and tucking him back into his pants. You hum softly, bringing up your dry hand and wiping your mouth with the back of it as you give him a cute smile. Harry’s breaths are coming out in short pants and he gives you a lazy smile as he leans forward and gives you a soft kiss. “Did such a good job, baby” he hums, pushing your hair back behind your ear. “Your turn now” he hums. 

But, before he can make any move to lift you or lie you on the couch, you’re shaking your head. “No, it’s okay!” You reassure him. “I really just wanted to make you cum tonight. I’m gonna watch some Monk, though, if you’d like to stay and hang out for a bit” you offer with a small smile. 

Harry’s brows furrow a bit and a small pout crosses his features. He’d never been one to take and not give, though he’s also never been in a dominant/submissive type of relationship before—maybe it was different? He shakes his head slowly as he looks up at you. “No, that’s alright love. I’ve got a bit of an early morning.” He tells you. 

“Oh, okay” you’re still giving him that same adorable smile that he can’t help but return. “At least take some ravioli. I made it earlier… Butternut squash ravioli, it’s so good,” you hum. You reach up into the cabinet and get him a small container, putting a serving of your ravioli in it. You put it in his hands, letting him know he can bring the container back next time, and send him on his way. 

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Harry doesn’t mean to snitch—truly he doesn’t. In fact, he’d always prided himself on his ability to keep secrets and, well effectively, ‘not snitch.’ So truly, it is an accident when he lets slip to Niall the way that you had been acting. However, you can’t really blame him when it’s five visits and five blowies later, and he still has barely even touched you. He’d researched and researched until his eyes were red and his fingers were cramped and still he hadn't come anywhere near an answer. “Snitching” really was Harry’s last resort. 

Did you not trust him? Did he maybe make you uncomfortable? He was worrying himself sick, and he just couldn’t figure you out. You were always happy to see him, jumping into his arms for a hug and then sending him on his way with whatever lunch or dinner you’d made that day. He remembered Niall talking about how you didn’t like feeling used, but that’s exactly what Harry felt like he was doing every time he left your apartment. 

Thursday evening after the both of you are off work, Harry and Niall are knocking on your front door before opening it. “Harry” you squeak, all but sprinting over and tackling him in a hug. He chuckles a bit, lifting you off the ground and giving you a tight squeeze as he kisses your head. “I missed you” you hum into his neck. 

“Missed you too, Poppet” he beams, setting you down with a gentle squeeze to your hip. You hum a bit, slightly confused as you see Niall behind him. 

“Hi, Ni” you smile, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek as the two enter your home. Milo, who was finishing up dinner at the time, came over for some scritches before scampering off to his room. “What brings you guys over tonight?” You ask curiously, your brows pinching together slightly. 

Niall hums softly as he steps closer to you, his fingers catching your chin. “Harry tells me you’ve not been good, Pet” he chastises gently. 

“What? That’s not true!” You say quickly, barely letting him finish his sentence as you back away in offense. “I have too been good!” You defend, frowning deeply. 

“Yeah? You have?” He asks softly, gripping your chin tighter and forcing you closer to him. “Then why’ve you not let him touch you?” Niall asks, his head tilting slightly. 

Your jaw drops a bit as your eyes widen, you turn to Harry rather than answering Niall. “You tattled on me…?” You pout softly, and Harry would be lying if he said your look of hurt didn’t nearly break his heart. The curly-haired man is ready to fall to his knees and beg your forgiveness until Niall is clicking his tongue and shaking his head. 

“Aht aht… He has every right to tattle on you,” he mocks both your words and expression. “Now come on, out with it… Why haven’t you let Harry touch you?” He repeats his earlier question. You bite back a whine as you feel tears beginning to form. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you curse your emotions for being correspondent with your tear ducts before muttering some gibberish as an answer. “Speak up.” Niall orders gruffly. 

“I said…” you squirm, straightening up. “Cus ‘m not all famous and perfect like his other girls…” you sigh softly, looking at your avocado-socked feet. “My tummy’s pudgy ‘n… I have stretch marks in some places.” You frown, tugging at your fingers until you feel your knuckles pop in order to avoid crying.  

Niall’s hand is coming to grab the both of yours, stopping you from your anxious habit at the same time as Harry is standing from the couch. “Are you kidding?” He finally speaks up. “Oh darling, I think you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve laid eyes on… That’s why you’ve not let me touch you?” He frowns deeper. “Oh I should have realized sooner” he chastises himself, pulling you in for a hug. 

“I’m just scared for you to see me like that is all…” you say shyly as you tilt your visage up to meet his gaze. “I’m scared I’m not good enough for you.” You admit, your tone breaking Harry’s heart with how sad it sounds. 

“Darling, you sound silly” Harry frowns, walking closer to you. He sets one hand on your hip, the other lifting your chin so that your teary gaze meets his. “You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life, you know? Doesn’t matter to me that you aren’t famous or a model or whatever else… you’re you... and that’s what makes you special” he hums, kissing your nose softly. You’re practically gushing as Harry finishes speaking, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a searing kiss to his lips as he holds you close. 

“Now darling… “ Niall begins as Harry is pulling away, “Why don’t you lead us up to your bedroom, yeah” he asks softly, giving you a soft smile. “Get you a bit more comfortable with Harry here… would that make you feel better?” He asks softly. 

“Yeah, Ni” you frown a bit, nodding softly. Niall knew you like the back of his hand—considering how many times you hooked up and the fact that he remained your bestfriend when you two stopped sleeping together. If anyone knew how to help you feel more comfortable in bed, it was him. Besides that, he already knew all that you liked—so he could probably give Harry some pointers. You lead both boys up to your room, sitting comfortably on your bed as Harry sits beside you. You begin feeling a little awkward now, knowing Niall is watching the two of you—however the anxiety is eased as soon as you feel Harry’s hands on you. 

A soft hum leaves your lips as the curly-haired man steals a kiss, and you’re immediately grappling for his shirt. His hands dance across your hips as he slowly pushes your shirt up, running his hands across your soft tummy. You puff out a soft giggle at the ticklish contact of his cold hands on your skin, squirming a bit as he tugs you onto his lap. “Ticklish baby?” He hums with a smirk as his kisses move down your neck. “Your laugh is so pretty… maybe I’ll tickle you on my cock next to feel the way you squeeze around me when you make those pretty giggles” he mocks a bit. Your head is already tipping back slightly, and you have to physically bite your lip to contain your moan at his words alone.

“Oh she likes that idea” you hear Niall mock from the chair in the corner of your room. “Her eyes got all cute n wide” he teases with a faux pout. “You look so fucked out already pet and he’s barely started… Maybe that’s why you wouldn’t let him touch you hmm?” He smirks.

“Shut up Niall…” you protest weakly, biting your lip as Harry positions you over his thigh. He spreads your legs for you, flexing his thigh and dragging your already-sopping cunt across the tiger tattoo on his thigh. A soft moan tumbles past your lips and your head falls into Harry’s chest. Your teeth are digging into your lip so harshly that you’re almost positive you’re drawing blood as Harry drags your clothed clit across his thigh. 

“Wha’s that, petal?” Harry hums softly, nipping at your neck as he holds your hips tighter. You hide further in his chest at the question, a small whine leaving your throat as you weakly try to move your hips faster despite Harry’s harsh grip.

“Oh that is it!” Niall exclaims, now openly beginning to laugh at you. “Oh that’s adorable, princess” he mocks a pout, smirking at the confused glance he receives from Harry. “You didn’t want him to know you like being treated like a pathetic fucktoy? That it turns you on to get fucked by someone that’s being mean to you?” Niall taunts as he steps closer. His hands loop in your hair, tugging harshly and forcing your fucked out gaze to Harry’s. “Look at him and tell him the real reason you wouldn’t let him touch you, whore.” He growls, slapping your cheek harshly.

Harry is about to intervene as he sees the tears filling your eyes, that is until a loud moan follows Niall’s resounding SLAP and Harry feels your hips begin to twitch against his. “I-I… I didn’t want you to… to know I like to be used like a pathetic fucktoy” you moan as you stare into his eyes. Harry’s brows raise a bit in shock before he’s smirking at your fucked out stare. You shriek as he lands a blow on your ass cheek, tears stinging your eyes again. “I was embarrassed for you to see that I get turned on by people being mean to me… that I’ll do anything to get an orgasm…” you moan loudly, your thighs beginning to shake as you try to close your legs around his tattooed thigh.

The sound of both Niall and Harry laughing at you causes your body to tense before loosening all at once as you soak Harry’s thigh in a copious amount of cum. “Fuck! Oh fuck, thank you Sir! Thank you!” You moan as tears spill from your eyes, your body violently shaking on top of his.

What you’re not expecting to hear as you come to your senses post orgasm is soft tutting from Harry. Your brows pinch together in confusion as you look up at the man shaking his head at you. “Poppet, I don’t remember you asking me to cum…” he tuts softly.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as your jaw drops, but before you can even begin to apologize, he’s tearing your flimsy, soaking wet panties from your body. A shriek leaves your lips as Harry pulls you to his lap, your back up against his chest. You receive no warning besides him flipping up your skirt and holding it up against your tummy befire his ringed hand is landing swats down against your already sensitive cunt. “Did you fucking ask me to cum?” He growls, landing a particularly rough swat directly onto your swollen clit.

“NO, I’m sorry!” You shriek loudly as tears fill your eyes. A sob escapes your lips as he uses the middle and index finger on his free hand to spread the lips of your cunt apart and spank your poor, aching clit directly. 

“You’ll be sorry in a minute, cunt” he warns as he bites down on your neck. Your cries and begs of ‘no’ and ‘stop’ fall upon deaf ears as you squirm atop of Harry’s lap. The two men do little more than laugh meanly at your torture as your legs begin to shake once more. “Oh shit… I think you’re gonna fucking cum again… Just from me spanking this pathetic little pussy raw?” Harry laughs, landing one more slap to your clit before using the heel of his palm to rub it in circles. You’re unable to help the loud moan that leaves your lips as he spreads your legs further apart with his own thighs. “Go on, poppet… gimme that fuckin cum again” he growls as he rubs your clit impossibly faster. A scream tumbles past your lips and your body shakes violently on top of his lap as cum squirts from your pussy like a fountain. Tears stream down your face and your vision goes black as you experience what seems to be a never-ending orgasm. 

By the time you’re opening your eyes again, you find yourself still pressed up against Harry’s chest. Your lower half is now clothed, your top half adorned in the shirt he previously had on as he gently fans you. “Hey there, pretty… you wakin up?” He asks softly. You let out a mere hum in response, dropping your jaw as he holds a juice box up to your lips. “Niall said the sugar helps when you pass out” he hums, pressing kisses to your head. “You did so good for me tonight, you know that?” He hums, rubbing your arm as he opens your pack of fruit snacks.

“I did?” You smile softly as you look up with him. He chuckles a bit, pushing your hair away from your sticky forehead and placing a kiss there.

“Yeah baby… you always do” he hums, kissing you again before holding your juice box up for you one more time. 

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Spending time with Harry becomes easier and easier every time you do it. It doesn’t end in sex every time either… sometimes he’s having a hard day and just wants to feel normal. On those days, he comes over and you’ll cook him dinner and he’ll watch Monk with you, letting you run your hands through his curls as he rests on your lap. Time with Harry is fun and easy. 

It’s supposed to be your usual Saturday off spent with Harry, but when it’s 8pm and you haven’t heard from him since he texted you around 12pm saying he was heading to lunch and had a few meetings after before he’d be headed your way. It was unusual for you to go 8 hours without speaking to Harry, but you knew he was a busy man. Just as you’re finishing your skincare and getting ready to tuck in for the night, your phone lights up with a notification. 

H ꨄ: You know I have the utmost respect for you, correct darling?

You: I do ᵕ̈ why? 

H ꨄ: Good. Because I’m coming over to fuck you like I’ve never respected a woman in my life.

H ꨄ: Unlock your door. 

You can’t help the dull ache that you begin to feel in your cunt as you read his text over and over. Your imagination begins to run wild, dreaming of all the things that he’d do to you and all the positions he’d put you in. You and Harry have yet to have sex, but you’d given him enough blowjobs and handjobs to know that he was going to stretch you to kingdom come… and you couldn’t wait.

Your mind is in a daze as you walk through your apartment and unlock the door. Once the door is unlocked, you freeze as something dawns on you: you and Harry never talked about rules. Where were you supposed to be? What were you supposed to do? Were you supposed to undress? Or did he want to undress you on his own? Your mind ran a mile a minute, but you barely had time to dwell on an answer to your questions as you heard your doorknob twist. 

You set your phone down on the counter as you stand at the door, waiting for him to fully enter your apartment. He’s angry, that’s the first thing you notice as he steps inside. His jaw is clenched and his nostrils flared, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, and you can’t deny how incredibly fuckable he looks. You swallow thickly as your body scans him, chest rising and falling evidently as anger rolls off his body. “Hi…” your voice is raspy as you speak, throat dry as you squeeze your legs together to create some sort of friction on your needy cunt. 

Harry is silent as he shuts and locks the door behind himself before walking towards you. He makes it to you in two long strides, and you crane your neck to see him as you feel his breath puffing against your top lip. You open your mouth to speak again, but before you can produce any sound, Harry’s ringed hand is wrapping around your throat and applying just enough pressure for you to feel. All that you can manage is a pathetic moan and a nod as he growls: “shut the fuck up.” 

You have no choice but to obey silently as he uses his grip on your neck to pull you closer to him. “Rule number one… you speak when I allow it” he barks, forcing your mouth open to spit on your tongue. He smirks a bit as you moan before swallowing it, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I want you to go in your room and pick out your three favorite things to play with,” he begins. “Lay them out on the bed and then wait for me… And so help me God if you’re not naked, ass up when I get in that room I’m going to beat your ass raw… Are we clear?” He asks. You squirm under his gaze, swallowing thickly as you nod slowly. 

“Good girl” he smirks, noting how you’d already begun following his rules “already learning your place” he hums, roughly patting your cheek before letting you go. You waste no time before you’re making your way to your bedroom and opening your nightstand drawer. You decide on the three things that never lead you astray: your silk ties, your vibrator, and your flog. Just as Harry had instructed, you lay the three toys at the end of the bed before undressing yourself, and getting on the bed in the position he’d asked—your ass facing the door. 

You hear Harry rummaging a bit downstairs, and you squirm nervously in anticipation; biting your lip as you await his arrival—and his plans for the night. You can practically feel the beat of your heart between your legs as you think of everything that Harry is going to do to you for the night. Your cunt becomes wetter and wetter with each daydream that passes, not even noticing when Harry walks back to your bedroom and leans up against the doorframe. “Look at you…” he marvels.

You startle as he speaks, gasping as your mind is jolted from an intense fantasy of Harry tying you down to the bed and choking you on his cock at his will. You hear the gentle thud of his footsteps against your carpeted floor as he approaches you, rubbing a large hand up your spine. “So wet already…” he hums softly before slapping your ass. “Pick a number between 1 and 10” he orders gruffly, rubbing over the heated skin of the asscheek he’d just slapped. “If you guess it right, that’s how many swats you’ll get with your pretty pink flogger” he smirks, reaching in front of you and grabbing the toy. He makes it a point to drag the leather tassels along your back, making you shiver as you let out a quiet moan. “Do you have any questions, bunny? Let Daddy hear that pretty voice” he says smoothly. 

“What about if I guess it wrong, Daddy…?” You whisper shyly, and Harry smiles in pride as you quickly catch on to his chosen honorific.

“If you get it wrong baby, I’ll double the number you choose and give you that many” he winks, kissing your head softly. “Now, are you ready to make your guess, bunny?” You think for a moment. You and Harry hadn’t had full on sex yet, but from the times he was on top of you and making you scream for him… you gathered that he was a bit of a sadist. You nod softly as you choose, deciding to go with what you think is the safest option.

“Ten, Daddy” you answer softly, looking at him as your eyes begin to widen, sinking slowly into a more submissive headspace. 

Harry smiles softly at you, and you think you’ve guessed right when he says “that’s a good guess, bunny.” You’re smiling at the praise, but it quickly falters as you hear Harry’s next words: “but I was thinking seven” he smirks devilishly. “Now count for me, bunny… and thank me every time I flog your pretty little ass” he laughs darkly as you hear him wind up the flogger.

“One! Thank you Daddy!” You shriek as he lands the first rough SWAT to your bare ass. You continue to count, thanking him for each one until you reach the number twenty. Tears are sliding freely down your cheeks, but you can’t deny the fact that your cunt is dripping nearly more than your eyes. Harry laughs softly as he blows cool air on your heated skin, causing a whimper to fall from your lips as you shiver.

Harry hums softly as he leans down and licks a bold stripe up your cunt, grunting at the taste of your juices. He places a soft, open-mouth kiss to your clit before pulling back and spitting on your cunt. Harry’s arms wrap around your waist as he drags your body closer to him, kneeling on the bed behind you and beginning to eat your pussy from the back. He’s lewd and messy about it, his nose pressing up against your asscrack as his tongue wiggles through your folds. By the sounds he’s making, you think that he’s getting more pleasure from eating your pussy than you are, and your suspicions are confirmed as you look back and see his cock in his right hand as he strokes it furiously.

“You taste so fucking sweet, bunny… I love this damn pussy” he growls against your cunt as he slaps your ass a few times. You’re reduced to a mess of moans and sobs on top of your sheets as Harry eats your pussy, nearly sending your body into the astral plane as he eats you like you’re his last meal.

“Daddy… You’re gonna make me cum!” You shriek as you begin to grind back against his face. Harry chuckles against your cunt, and the chuckles sent through your core cause your knees to buckle. He hooks two fingers into your cunt, rapidly and roughly pressing against your gspot. Stars begin to dance across your vision and you think Harry is about to give you the most amazing orgasm of your life until he rips his fingers from your cunt and pulls his mouth away, leaving you with nothing. 

You let out a sob, ready to beg and plead until you feel Harry spanking your ass and cunt harshly, uncaring of your cries and begs for mercy. “Rule number two…” Harry growls, dragging your back against his chest by your hair so that he can whisper in your ear. “I control your orgasms, bitch… You cum when I want you to” he growls, slapping your cheek a few times as you moan. “Are we clear, bunny?” 

“Yes, Daddy…” you whimper quietly, nodding softly. Harry lets out a soft chuckle, tilting your head to kiss down your neck. 

“Get your ass back in the air, bunny” Harry orders, delivering a harsh spank to your ass cheek. “I’m gonna make you feel me for days” he murmurs softly. He takes the silk ties in his hands, allowing you to get into position as he hums softly. “You look so pretty” he marvels as he rubs your back gently. “Give me your hands, pretty girl” he hums softly. You follow Harry’s order, placing your left wrist into your right hand and setting them at your lower back, allowing the man to tie your hands together at the base of your spine. It goes quiet then, the only sound filling the room being the shuffling of Harry undressing himself. He kisses up your spine as his fingers make contact with your clit, biting his lip at the little mewl you let out while you grind on him. “‘S gonna be a big stretch, bunny” he whispers in warning as he lines the head of his cock up with your entrance.

“‘S okay, Daddy… I can take it” you murmur softly as you wiggle your hips. Harry smiles pridefully at you, so willing and ready to please him. The simultaneous gasp the two of you let out as he first pushes into your pulsing cunt is music to Harry’s ears. He thinks he wants to record it the next time you have sex; mix it into his new album as some backing vocals. His cock is buried in your cunt in one quick thrust, and your head is falling forward into the pillows as you moan out his name.

“Oh Jesus baby, this pussy is so tight around my cock” Harry moans, one hand on your hip as he begins to set a pace. It’s slow, but harsh; and he makes sure that you feel every single inch each time he re-enters your cunt. His hand is wrapping in your hair as you moan into your pillows, harsh grip tugging until your back is pressing against his chest as he fucks you. “Fucking made to take my cock” he groans as his free hand is coming down to land a slap to your ass. You can do no more than moan as you lay there and take Harry’s cock; your arousal dripping from your cunt.

With each drag of his fat cock against the walls of your cunt, you’re being pushed deeper and deeper into a submissive headspace. Thoughts dance across your vision as one single thought runs wild in your mind: Harry. Harry. Harry. He consumes you as he shoves you back down into the pillows, reaching beside you and grabbing something. You’d almost forgotten all abount your little bullet vibrator until you hear a high pitched whirring and feel the strongest of the vibration settings on your already-sensitive, swollen clit. You can’t help the scream that escapes you, your legs immediately beginning to shake as Harry laughs meanly.

“Oh bunny, I know you wanna come…” he whispers, his thrusts slowing as he begins to fuck you deeper. “Yeah baby, I feel you squeezing my cock” he taunts as he bites down on your shoulder. “Come for Daddy, baby… I wanna see the way that you fall apart for this big cock” he grunts, picking up his pace as he presses the vibrator down against your clit with more pressure. Your vision goes white as you cum, gushing out rings of white around Harry’s cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

He doesn’t miss a beat as you come to, pushing your knees up further to your chest and pressing against your back to press you into an arch. “I’m gonna use you like a fucking toy tonight, whore” Harry mumbles as he slaps your ass again. “This cunt… this ass… this mouth… this body is mine. You belong to me” he growls as he is spreading your ass cheeks apart. He spits a big, fat glob onto your asshole, using his thumb to rub it in as he presses his cock back into your cunt once more. He uses his free hand to push a pillow under your hips, his cock now buried practically in your uterus as he pushes a finger into your asshole at the same time as his cock is stretching your pussy out.

“Harry” you moan loudly as you push your hips back against the thick intrusions in your tight holes. Harry doesn’t leave you a moment to adjust this time, immediately punishing you with his cock as he pounds your little pussy raw. His finger is twisting and wiggling around in your asshole, slowly making room for a second as he double penetrates you by himself.

“Put your vibrator on your clit” he orders, spanking your pussy as he does. “Want you to play with yourself while I’m breaking you.” Harry lets out a mean laugh as you don’t hesitate to grab your toy once he unties you. “Higher” he growls as you turn it on the lowest setting, and he keeps repeating this order until it is at its highest. The second the toy touches your sensitive clit, your hips are lurching forward and you’re letting out a high pitched cry. Tears are falling from your eyes as Harry is now knuckle deep in your ass with three fingers while the tip of his cock is tickling your tummy from the inside. “Cum poppet… Daddy wants you to cum for him” Harry groans as his hips begin to stutter, approaching an orgasm of his own. “When you do, I want your whole apartment to know who owns this fucking pussy” he growls in your ear.

Truthfully, you can’t say whether you did or didn’t follow his final order. All you know is that your vision went black as you felt a puddle form under you, your final orgasm taking all the strength from your body. You distantly register Harry swearing as you feel his warm cum flooding your womb, your body exhausted as you tremble on the bed. 

By the time your eyes are opening, Harry has you between his legs in your bathtub. He has his arms wrapped around you, a washcloth gently going over your body. You feel the epsom salts beneath your legs, and the bubbles smell like lavender. You hum in content as you lean back into his touch, and you feel his lips press to the back of your head. “Hey, Poppet… you with me?” He whispers.

“I’m with you, Daddy” you smile lazily, closing your eyes contently as you allow Harry to wash you off. 

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Your chest hurts. Or rather… It feels wrong. It feels as though rather than a strong organ pumping blood and oxygen throughout your body sitting inside, there’s a dark, empty, black hole. A hollow and endless one that holds anger, sadness, darkness, and resentment. 

Three days. That’s how long it had been since the last time that you spoke to Harry. Not for lack of trying on his part, however. He’s sent 32 text messages, called 23 times, and left 15 voicemails. You didn’t have the heart to answer. You didn’t know what was wrong with you; this feeling was new and you didn’t understand it. You didn’t want to leave your bed, everything made you cry, and even Milo couldn’t make you smile. For the fourth day in a row, you lied in your bed, buried deep beneath your covers. Tissues were scattered around you, and your pillow was wet with a practical puddle of tears. 

You heard a knock on your front door, but you didn’t bother answering. Whoever it was would go away eventually; or they would call if it was important. After five minutes, you heard another knock before your front door opened. “Poppet?” You heard Harry’s soft voice call, and the sound alone prompted a new round of tears. You tried to hide in your covers, but it proved fruitless as Harry had already come into your room. He had two bags in his hand, and a sweatshirt in another. “Poppet…” he whispered sadly as he saw your state. 

He came over and sat on the edge of your bed, gently setting a hand on your hip. “Do you want to talk?” He asked softly. Harry took your silence as a response, smiling sadly as he began to take his shoes off. He climbed into the bed with you, pulling your blanketed form tightly to his chest. “Oh there you go baby girl… Daddy’s here” he whispered, gently rubbing your back as you began to sob the second that you were in his hold. “There’s my girl… I got you” he hummed softly, gently kissing your head as he rocked the two of you.

Harry didn’t say anything; only whispering words of encouragement as he allowed you to sob and blubber into his chest. You’re heaving for breaths as you try to talk to him; attempt to explain why you’re acting like this, but even you don’t know why. All that you can manage through your sobs are whimpers and choked “I’m sorry”s as you tell him about how sad you are. “Everything feels bad and dark and… I don’t feel good I wasn’t good” you sob loudly.

Harry lets you speak, though he can barely understand a word. “My sweet girl… You’re so good” he whispers reassuringly. “You’re just having a subdrop baby” he whispers softly as he rubs your back. He smiles softly at the cute look of confusion you give, still wrapped up like a burrito in his chest. “You had so many endorphins going through you the other night… so many emotions, like you were riding a high… but then after we finished the scene, they left your body too quickly” he explains, still rubbing your back as he kisses your head. “Now you feel all icky and sad, yeah?” He asks softly.

“Yeah…” you whimper, a new round of tears beginning again. Harry frowns a bit as he holds you close, threading his fingers through your hair. He begins to hum quietly… Matilda you recognize it quickly. He was already calming you down by playing with your hair, but as he starts to sing the words to you, you feel a wave of serenity overcome your body.

“How bout we take a bath, baby?” He hums softly between the chorus and the second verse. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep singing” he murmurs, smiling a bit as you whine. “We’ll take a bath, and then I brought you some of your favorite tacos and cookies… we can watch Monk while we eat” he offers, still rubbing your back. 

“Yeah, Daddy” you whisper, nodding softly. He decides to run your bath first, keeping you pressed against his chest as he does. He researched practically all night about what was going on with you; he found that the best way to cure a subdrop is to keep your sub close to you and give immense amounts of aftercare. Harry is happy to oblige you as you request song after song while he bathes you, staying in until the water is practically freezing the two of you half to death.

Harry keeps all his promises, and after your bath, the two of you sit on the couch eating and watching your favorite show. You’re sitting in between his legs, back pressed against his chest as he rubs your hip with one of his free hands. You’re slowly coming back to yourself now, content in this moment with your dom as a small smile crosses your lips. Who would have thought that the man that Niall brought over so that you could help him relieve stress would become the same man that you sat in your living room with eating strawberry shortcake cookies and watching detective shows? “Harry?” You ask softly as the episode credits begin to roll. His response is a soft hum as he peeks down at you, mouth full of taco as he chews.

You giggle a bit as you wipe his mouth off for him. “Thank you” you say softly, looking into his bright green eyes like he hung the sun, stars, and moon in the sky all by himself. As he catches your eye, and sees all that’s held behind them, he knows that you aren’t just referring to the fact that he brought you out of subdrop tonight.

“I should be thanking you, sweets” he whispers, kissing each one of your knuckles. “You make me whole again” he smiles cheekily.

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so anyway this has been on my mind since i got my nipples pierced specifically bc of the way i was moaning like a lil bitch in the piercer’s chair 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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you’re anxious as you walk into the shop, but you know you have to do this. it’s been years upon years since you’ve wanted this specific piercing—ever since you turned eighteen to be exact. you called on one of your breaks at work, asking if the tattoo shop did nipple piercings.

the kind lady connected you with the shop’s piercer—who to your surprise was a man with an english accent. after telling you the price, he asks specifically for cash. when you see the exact cash amount in your wallet, you figure it’s a sign. anytime that you plan in advance for any kind of piercing or tattoo, you lose the confidence of going nearly the day of—so it’s now or never.

when you walk in, a girl with bright pink hair looks around to see if anyone was available for a walk in. most of them were half asleep, and you feel bad for waking them up from their naps—but they don’t seem to mind. you’re surprised that they aren’t busy on a saturday evening, but a brunette man with round glasses stands and stumbled to the desk, ready to ask what tattoo you have in mind.

“um… hi… i called earlier um a-about… about nipple piercings” you stammer shyly, unable to hide the blush growing on your cheeks.

he wasn’t overly muscular or large, his small amount of tummy pudge peeking out as he stretched his arms high above his head, revealing more ink lining his torso.

“oh!” the man nods as he turns around and walks towards the back. “ron! piercing” you hear a soft grumble and a deep sigh—not of annoyance, but from just waking up. a tall redheaded man with broad shoulders appears. he has sleeves of tattoos lining his arms and some small tattoos on his hands. there was a small stud piercing beneath his eye, a few tattoos on his face as well.

you feel as though your breath is knocked out of your chest as he smiles at you, a small whine leaving his lips as he finishes his deep stretch. “sorry, i just woke up” he chuckles.

“oh no, don’t worry… i’m surprised you guys aren’t more busy tonight” you say, and he nods in agreement as he grabs the papers.

“i know, i was thinking the same thing” he chuckles, grabbing a pen. “i just need you to initial and sign this paper and then i need your id” he tells you, handing the paper and pen over to him. you nod softly and do as he says, passing over your id and scanning over the paper, initialing each line.

it isn’t long before you’re done and he comes back up to the front, leading you to his small section of the tattoo shop. “go ahead and sit right there” he nods, pointing to the tattoo chair as he looks over his tool tray and all that he has. you sit down in the chair, making yourself comfortable as you take your bag off and adjust yourself.

you learn quickly that ron isn’t much of a talker, but thankfully neither are you. he already has his tray set up, asking you a few quick questions as he moves everything over towards you. “so… obviously i don’t have a privacy curtain, i’m sorry about that” he blushes a bit as he finishes washing his hands. “If you just… bare with me a bit” he chuckles nervously.

he looks around his small station, noting that it’s basically out in the open. he’s a sweet man, you learn quickly, so you smile at him. “that’s alright” you reassure him. you wiggle a bit in the seat, still slightly anxious. “i’ll be fine” you nod, more so assuring yourself than him this time.

“go ‘head and take off your shirt, and then if you can just pull down your bra for me” he nods, turning around towards his desk and getting a little care package ready for when you go—wanting to give you at least some semblance of privacy while undressing.

when he turns back around, his cheeks tint pink as he looks first at your boobs then up at you. “you can just turn and face this way” he nods as he rolls over in the small circle chair. you do as he says and face him just as he turns to his tool tray. though he doesn’t have a privacy curtain, he uses his large body and broad shoulders to cover your breasts from the other piercers and the large windows—there were no other patrons in the shop besides you, so this made you feel incredibly at ease. “have you had your nipples pierced before?” he asks.

“no, never” you shake your head. he notices the tremor in your voice and gives you a little reassuring smile. he can tell you’re anxious, and he’s doing everything he can to ease your nerves. “i just have one rule for all my tattoo artists, piercers, nurses… anyone that comes near my body with a needle” you ramble a bit as you list the different occupations.

he chuckles a bit as he nods, grabbing an alcohol wipe to clean your nipples. “what is it?” he hums.

“don’t count.” you say seriously. “i don’t want 1, 2, 3 or 3, 2, 1… if you count i’ll tell you to stop and just go home” you tell him. ron laughs a bit harder, his orange curls bobbing as he nods in understanding.

“alright, i can do that” he nods. “i’m just gonna clean them, and then i’ll mark them and show you, and after that i’ll do the piercing” he informs you, and you’re nodding along with each thing he says. once you’ve gotten the nitty-gritty out of the way, you keep your head down, watching his arms and his body as he works. “do you have a preference of which one you want me to do first?” he asks.

“no” you shake your head. “just go for it” you giggle a bit, and he smiles at you. ron takes a gloved hand, starting with your left tit and gently pinching your nipple between his fingers. he flicks it a few times, his brows pinching together in focus as he plays with your nipple in order to get it hard. you don’t even notice ron has the needle in his hand until you feel it piercing through the sensitive skin.

you suck in air through your teeth, squeezing your hands into fists as you try, but fail, to bite back a whine. “breathe… breathe, it’s okay” ron whispers softly, inching a bit closer to you. “you can squeeze my shoulder if you need to… you won’t mess me up” he says softly. his movements are slow and deliberate, taking time to not mess up your piercing as he pushes the needle through to the other side.

a moan of pain tumbles past your lips once more as you squeeze his shoulder and grit your teeth. “owowowow” you whine, trying your hardest not to squirm or cringe away in pain.

“i know, i’m sorry” he murmurs softly. “you’re doing so good, we’re almost there” he whispers. just as he says that, you feel the needle poke through the other side, and you let out a sigh of relief. your relief is short lived as he pushes the jewelry through the new hole he just made in your body and another high pitched moan tumbles past your lips. “there we go…” he says softly, gently rubbing your side. “i just have to screw this in and then i’ll move on to the other side” he tells you as he grabs the ball end of the jewelry.

the second one is nowhere near as painful as the first—going in much easier as well. however, it still has you making those pretty little sounds on that are making ron’s cock harden as he wonders what other sounds he can pull from you. “that’s it” he praises gently, nearly having to physically restrain himself from placing a kiss to your delicate skin. “you did so good” he hums, beginning to clean the spilling blood.

“thank you” you smile at him as he finishes up, letting you know you can redress and beginning to clean his station. as you pull your bra back up and grab for your shirt, the room begins to spin. you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, a small smile gracing your lips as you become slightly loopy. “um… can i lay down for a minute?” you giggle softly.

“yeah of course!” he smiles as he turns to look at you. “are you lightheaded?” he asks, walking over to his mini fridge. when you only hum and nod in response, he hands you a capri sun and a pack of scooby-doo fruit snacks. “here… sugar will help” he tells you. he sits in his chair as you pop open the capri sun, now done cleaning. “eat the fruit snacks. all that sugar will help.” he tells you softly when he notices you only drinking the juice.

you nod lazily, squinting your eyes open as you make a small rip in the package. “yanno usually i’m paid to see my tits, not the other way around… and you didn’t even compliment them” you sigh, your head still spinning a bit as you smile lazily. you bite back a giggle when you imagine the blush that you definitely know is coating his cheeks.

his only response is a chuckle, and you think that’s the end of it until you’re checking out and paying him—now ready to actually stand straight and be able to drive your car. as you hand him the money, he gives you a care package, a cute sticker, aftercare instructions, ointment and alcohol wipes, a lollipop, and a blank card with his name and number. “text me a picture when you have the gauze off so i can make sure they look alright… maybe then i’ll compliment them” he winks slyly.

suddenly, you’re the one blushing as you walk out to your car.

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𐐪𐑂 summary -> the four times you fucked a different member of the same band, and the one time they all found out 𐐪𐑂 A 5 PART SERIES

𐐪𐑂 content -> part one!, alcohol, bar meetcute, reader not rlly having boundaries, tipsy sex, non australian implied reader, tons of pet names (kitten, pretty girl, my love, etc.), unprotected piv, soft dom!mikey, stranger sex, degradation, praise, humiliation, slight feelings of insecurity (mikey), daddy kink, choking, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), slight size kink, creampie,

𐐪𐑂 words -> 4.01k

Michael sits inside the dingy city bar, beer bottle in hand. The rest of the band are all strewn about the bar, having their go at girls, dancing and chatting them up—but he sits alone. Michael always was the least approached of the band members. Though, he didn’t mind—he liked being alone. He sits at the corner of the bar, his leather jacket hanging off the chair beside him so no one would attempt to sit with him.

That’s why, when you walk up to the bar and sneak right in between his legs, Michael is shocked. “‘Scuse me” you murmur to the man quietly, setting a hand on his thigh as you fit yourself between him and the bar. “Peach margarita please” you smile at the bartender.

By this point, he senses you’re already nearing drunk, the hand on his thigh being used to stabilize yourself rather than invade his personal bubble. He sets a hand on your hip to aid in your stabilization. His hand is large, warm and igniting a fire in your belly as he squeezes lightly at your hip.

“Sorry hun we’re out of peach flavor. I can do raspberry, strawberry, mango, or watermelon” the bartender smiles apologetically at you. You pout a bit, your shoulders sinking slightly in disappointment.

“Well… Can I get the most non-alcohol tasting drink with alcohol in it?” You ask, causing the girl to laugh a bit.

Michael’s interest is piqued further now, he thinks you’re just about the prettiest thing that’s ever come and forced itself upon his lap—and he’s thanking all his lucky stars you had. “She’ll take a tequila sunrise” he speaks up, smiling at the bartender, then you. “Put it on my tab” he adds.

At this, you turn to the mystery man who’s buying you alcohol—and whose lap you’re practically sat atop of. “If you think this means you’re getting your dick wet tonight, you’re insane… I hope you know” you hum softly.

Michael smirks a bit as he eyes you up and down. “Let me get this straight… You invade my personal space… practically sit on my lap… and then I’m insane for wanting to get my dick wet?” He lets out a genuine belly laugh at this, gazing at you.

Your face heats with embarrassment, finally realizing the position you’re in as you pull back and sit in the seat beside him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t… Uh…” You stammer, shaking your head nervously.

He smiles at this, gently tipping your chin up. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he mutters lowly, kissing the corner of your lips. “To answer your question,” he sips his beer, “no hun, don’t wanna get my dick wet” he shakes his head. “I’d like to chat a bit if that’s alright?” He tries. “If not, you can just take the drink and be on your way.” He nods.

You smile softly as you finally get a good look at him. He’s cute… Sweet. He kinda reminds you of a kitten. “Well… I suppose you did just buy me a drink” you smile softly. “And I could never in good conscience sit on a strange bar man’s lap and not offer him something in return” you joke softly as you make yourself comfortable.

The bartender brings your drink over quickly and you smile, thanking her as she sets it in front of you. “So… What brings you to this skimpy little dive bar?” You ask Michael.

“A beer” he smirks, holding up said drink. “And you?” He reciprocates.

“Apparently a tequila sunrise, Mr. Mystery Man” you giggle softly.

“Mr. Mystery Man?” He raises a brow—questioning, curious. In truth, he’s a bit shocked you don’t know who he is—but simultaneously thankful that he can just be himself. “I like that, Tequila Girl.” He jokes back.

“Tequila Girl is a new one” you hum softly, sipping your drink. “WOW! That is really good” you emphasize as you look over at him.

“Well I’m glad you like it, Tequila Girl” he smiles—soft but prideful as he lifts his glass bottle and tips it towards you. You clink your glass against his botte and smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mystery Man” you say genuinely.

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Mr. Mystery Man—Michael, you had learned to be his name—was an excellent conversationalist. Not only that, he was easy to talk to. Charming, funny, smart—and extremely good looking.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation—about video games, cars, hobbies, music, your dreams, his dreams, you even delved a bit into each other’s backgrounds. The two of you became so absorbed in talking to each other that your drinks were long forgotten—until the bartender was telling you it was last call.

“Would you like to come hang out at my hotel?” Michael asks as you lift your purse onto your shoulder. “It’s been amazing talking to you, and I… Don’t want the night to end yet” he smiles—shy for the first time that evening.

That seals the deal for you—this guy could absolutely not get any cuter. You hum, pretending to think for a second before offering him a cute smile. “Only if you let me borrow more comfortable clothes” you nod, looking down at your short, sparkly sequined black dress and high heels.

“It’s a deal” he smiles back, nodding as he takes your hand. If you weren’t so infatuated with the man’s scent and eyes, you’d have noticed him hiding your face as he leads you out of the parking lot and up to a big black Range Rover. You’d been swooning over Michael all night, but when he opens your door and holds your hand to help you step into the truck, you downright fall in love on the spot.

The drive to his hotel is short, only about 15 minutes from the bar. When he opens your door for you and helps you out, you finally realize that for some reason or other he’s still hiding you in his jacket. You let out tipsy little giggles as you stumble a bit over your stilettos, walking so close to him. “Why am I hiding in here?” You whisper.

“I’ll tell you in the morning… Deal?” He hums softly, rubbing your back as you get into the elevator. “Just keep your head down, pretty girl” he hums, kissing the back of your head as you two step into the elevator.

For the moment you’re thankful your head is down because if you think your face was warming up as he calls you ‘pretty girl,’ then it’s damn near on fire as his lips press to your head. “Okay…” You whisper in a slight daze, your head swimming with lust and attraction. The two of you stand in the elevator for what feels like eternities, and when you step off, you see that you’re on the 60th floor.

“Room 60-304, love. Here we are” he smiles as he unlocks the door with his key card. You hold in a gasp as you step into the room, stilettos clicking against the marble floor.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, spinning around slowly as you glance at everything. He smiles softly, watching you twirl around the room. “Oo, Krispies!” You exclaim in excitement, rushing over to the mini bar. You reach forward, but pull your hand back a bit, remembering hotels charge for practically everything you touch.

“Go for anything you want, beautiful” he smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. You squeal in excitement, reaching forward once more and grabbing the Rice Krispies Treat. If he had to, Michael would pinpoint this moment in time as the first time he truly fell in love. “I’ll be right back hun, I’m gonna get ya some comfortable clothes.”

You smile softly around the treat in your mouth, nodding as you look at him. He then retreats to the bedroom, and you walk to the couch, making yourself comfortable. Michael was back within ten minutes, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. He held a pair of basketball shorts and a large t-shirt in his hands for you, neatly folded as he held the stack out to you. “Thanks Mikey” you smile softly, wiping your Krispies crumbs on your dress as you take the clothes and go change in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch, flipping through for a movie as he waits for you to come back. Michael begins to worry when you take longer than ten minutes, and just as he’s about to go and check on you, you come out—hair wet, face cleaned and refreshed, and body swimming in his clothes. Michael never in his life would have imagined that the sight of a woman wearing comfortable clothes would turn him on this much.

He’s unsure if it’s because it’s his clothes, or if it’s because it’s you in his clothes… Or maybe it’s just you. But no matter, he’s fighting for nearly his life to hide the large boner straining against his sweatpants as he watches you walk over and sit on the couch. “Sorry… I felt sticky and wanted a shower” you explain shyly.

“Don’t apologize” he smiles softly. “Feel better?” He asks, smiling again as you nod. “Here, love” he hums, passing you a water bottle.

“Thanks, Mikey” you smile, taking a sip of your water. “So the accent tells me you’re clearly not from here… What brings you to town?” You ask curiously as you sit criss-cross applesauce and turn to face him.

“Would you believe me if I said vacation?” He asks, humming as he turns to face you.

“Honestly, not really. But mainly cus I live here so it’s so boring to me” you giggle. “How’s your vacation so far?” You smile.

“It’s only day one but I’d say it’s going really good so far” he smiles. “Have you lived here your entire life?” He asks you, causing you two to delve into your backgrounds and a bit of family history. It’s then when you realize you could listen to Michael speak for hours, even if he just spoke in circles.

You don’t even realize you’re not paying attention to him until a smirk begins to play on his lips. “What?” You whisper, blushing as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl” he hums softly. “Or… Were you not paying attention?” He taunts.

“I… No I was paying attention” you pout softly. “I was just… thinking” you mumble lamely, biting your lip and racking your brain for what question Michael possibly could have asked you. Going with the safest probability you hum and look up at him. “Yes” you nod.

Michael’s smirk widens, and he snorts a bit over an attempt to bite back a laugh. “Yes?” He asked softly, raising a brow.

“Don’t laugh!” You insist, crossing your arms with a frown. “What’s so wrong about it?” You huff.

“My love…” your face burns in embarrassment at the nickname, forcing back a smile. “I asked you what you like to do for fun,” he hums softly. Your face burns hotter now, realizing you’d been caught not paying attention. Maybe he doesn’t know why you’re not focusing on his words. This thought saves you from your embarrassment untill he proceeds to ask: “What’s got you so distracted, kitten?”

You whine softly at the petname, your hips shifting. “Mikey…” You whisper softly, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Oh baby… You want it, don’t you?” He mocks, moving closer to you as he pushes your hair behind your ear. You nod, pouting at him as you reach to touch him. He tuts softly, shaking your head as he holds your wrists. “No my love… tell me what you want” he smirks.

You whine again, frowning at him. “Mikey…” You insist, trying to wriggle free. Michael, however, is having none of it. He raises a brow, doubling down as he stares at you with a fiery gaze. You get lost in the green of his pretty eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth as you whine a bit. “Want you, please…” you whisper.

“Awh honey… Just a few hours ago you were calling me insane for wanting to get my dick wet and now you’re practically begging for it” he mocks, pinching your cheek tauntingly. “You’re so cute” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing up your jaw.

“But you need to be louder” he orders. A gentle one, but assuring you knew that he was in charge, and you’d follow his orders for the night. Not that you had any qualms about that… This beautiful man that you’d met no more than four hours ago could throw you around like a ragdoll and you’d sing praises to his name without him having to ask.

“I want you… Mikey, I need you. Know you can make me feel really really good… Want it pretty please” you look up at him with a cute pout. The innocent look in your eyes has Michael’s cock twitching in his pants, biting his lip and groaning at your pathetically cute whiny voice.

Michael would be lying if he said watching you beg for him didn’t inflate his ego just a bit. There was a ton of guys in that bar tonight, hell the rest of his band was in that bar… but you chose him. You went home with him. He was the man you were about to spread yourself out for, give your body to. The man that you were begging to touch you and make you feel good.

The knowledge of the power he currently holds over you makes his cock even harder in his pants. He groans, giving up on his attempt at keeping composure as he pushes you back against the couch cushions, enveloping your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, arching your back as his hands run over your body. “Pretty little thing” he mumbles as he pulls your shirt off, immediately kissing across your chest.

Michael’s hands are quick, but skillful as well. His fingers calloused due to the years of guitar playing, and you moan as the rough pads pinch at your already hardening nipples. You whine again, your hips bucking, causing your pulsing pussy to grind against his thigh as he fits himself between your legs. “Michael…” You breathe, moaning quietly.

“You make the prettiest noises baby” he murmurs softly, nipping down your neck. “‘Specially when you’re moaning my name” he mumbles, trailing kisses and hickies down your neck, to your chest. “Do it again” he growls quietly.

You gasp softly, arching your back a bit as you follow his orders, moaning his name once more. This time when you do, you lean up directly into his ear, breathing his name quietly as you tug at his hair. Michael groans at the sound of your voice, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Are you a virgin, pretty girl?” He teases.

“No, Daddy” you breathe softly, flushing in complete embarrassment as the honorific easily slips from your lips, your mind slipping quickly into a submissive haze. “I-I’m sorr-“ Michael stops your sentence almost as soon as it starts, squeezing a bit harder at your neck.

“Don’t apologize… Just keep saying it, Kitten” he smirks, leaning down and swallowing the moan that slips past your lips as he kisses you. He runs his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips before sneaking a hand beneath your basketball shorts. “Did you leave your panties off?” He smirks, rubbing his thumb over the bare slit of your pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl” he tuts softly, shaking his head.

You whine as the pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, unable to help the jerk of your hips as you grind against his hand. He sucks in air through his teeth as his middle finger pushes into your slippery hole, grunting as he presses down on your tummy a bit. “That’s a tight little hole, baby… Dunno if my cock’s gonna fit in it.” He mocks.

“No… No can make it fit” you moan louder as he pushes another finger into your cunt. “You can make it fit I need it” you whine loudly, arching your back.

“You’re so adorably pathetic” he laughs, crooking his fingers up to hit your gspot. “Keep making those pretty noises for Daddy ‘n maybe I’ll get you nice ‘n wet with my mouth before I split you open on this big cock.” He chuckles.

“Yes” you moan, nodding. “Yes, please,” you whine, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Oh fuck Daddy, please” you moan, circling your hips on his fingers. “Y’make me feel so good… Stretching me so good” you moan. By this point, your moans have become practically incoherent, stringing any word you could think of together in an attempt to form a sentence as you fuck youreelf on his hand.

Michael can’t take it anymore. Your whines and begs nearly have him busting out of his pants before he’s tearing off your’s. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, pushing your legs up to your chest before diving in. He moans, spitting on your cunt before licking a bold stripe from your weeping hole up to your pulsing clit. You whine, your hands flying to his hair and pushing his face impossibly closer to your cunt.

His beard drags against your sensitive pussy lips as his mouth envelops your cunt. You’re whining out his name, leaking into his mouth as tears of pleasure leak from the corner of your eyes. You’re nearly sent over the edge as his lips wrap around your fat clit, puckering as he roughly sucks at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling circles around it.

You whine loudly as you feel his fingers push into your entrance once more, a moan from him sending a shockwave to your cunt and igniting each nerve in your body causing your toes to curl and a loud moan to spill over your kiss-swollen lips. When you look down, you see Michael’s left hand wrapped around his thick cock. The head red and angry, dripping precum down onto the cushions of the couch as his hand strokes over it in quick motions. He’s grunting and groaning into your pussy, getting off on the taste of your and the sound of your moans alone.

Both of your heads are swimming in lust, Michael lost in his head as his ego inflates like a balloon hearing the amount of pleasure he’s causing you. The sound of him eating your cunt is filthy, making you impossibly wetter as you hear Michael’s slurps and grunts as he drinks from your cunt as if it’s a fountain of eternal youth. You tug at his long pink locks, the whiny little ‘Daddy’s spilling from your lips spurring him on as he moves faster. “Oh Daddy… Daddy please ‘m gonna cum” you whine, arching your back as you push his face even closer.

Michael chuckles as he pulls back, causing a perturbed whine to spill from your lips as you pout at him. “Oh baby… As much as I'd love to lick this little pussy until you cum… I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while you cum for me” he growls in your ear as he runs his cock through your slit.

Your hips buck as the head of his leaking cock nudges against your clit. Mikey pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a breath to calm himself as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You whine at the stretch, pouting at him with wide eyes as your legs spread. “Please, Daddy…” you gasp.

“Fuck, Kitten” he groans as he slowly pushes his dick into you. “This tight cunt is gonna make me burst…” he grunts. “Gonna fuck this little pussy raw… Fill you up with my cum, pretty girl. Would you like that?” He taunts, moaning as he bottoms out, pressing down on your tummy.

“Yeah” you whimper. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Please” you breathe. Mikey’s awestruck at how quick he’s reduced you to nothing but moans and whines—soft cries of his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you slowly.

“You feel so good baby” he mumbles, his thumb coming to stroke against your clit. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had” he groans, pushing your leg up over his shoulder. You whine loudly as he pulls out and thrusts in once more, his cock kissing your gspot as your hips twitch.

“Big” you moan back, arching your back into him as he pulls your nipple between his lips. “Big-biggest… Big” you whine dumbly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Michael chuckles at how pathetic you sound, squeezing at your throat as his hips pick up the pace, chasing his impending orgasm as he licks, sucks, and bites at your nipples. “Whose pussy is this baby?” He teases, smoothing your hair back as he holds you close to him. “Tell Daddy who you belong to ‘n I’ll let you cum.”

You whine, clenching tightly around him as more arousal spills from your cunt, making your opening more slippery and allowing Michael easier access to fuck you as he pleased. “I know you want to, baby… I feel your little cunt squeezing me… Tryin’ to milk me dry” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as sweat drips off of him. “All you gotta do is tell me who you belong to, Kitten, Daddy’ll let you cum” he cooes mockingly, gently stroking over your clit.

Your voice is stuck in your throat, your jaw dropped in pleasure as you practically fight to breathe. You choke over a loud moan, your nails clawing down his back as you look into his pretty green eyes. Then and only then do you finally find a voice as his cock presses to your gspot. “You” you finally choke out loudly. “It’s yours… Your pussy I… It belongs to you!” You whine. “Oh fuck please let me cum, please!” You beg, your legs shaking as you try to hold off for him.

“Only because you beg so so pretty, Kitten” he smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you moan. He holds your hip with his hand, keeping you pressed against his chest as he strokes over your clit. “Come on baby… Cum for Daddy ‘n I’ll fill you up” he whispered softly. “Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t close them” he hums, his hips stuttering as you squeeze around him.

You nod dumbly, your forehead pressed against his as you blink slowly. You swallow hard, your jaw dropping as your eyes roll back. “I’m… I’m… Cumming, ‘m cumming” you gasp around whines, your body shaking as you cum around Michael’s cock.

He groans as he feels the way you squeeze him, your cunt becoming impossibly tighter as he ruts into you. A cacophony of whines, moans, cries, and whines spill from your lips—your eyes never once breaking contact with Mikey’s as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Th-thank…” you gasp, your eyes rolling as you feel Mikey’s hips stuttering, his cock twitching against your gspot a few times before he presses his hips to your’s. His pelvis kisses your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, spraying his cum deep into your awaiting womb as he lets out a symphony of moans.

He holds you to his chest as he cums, leaning in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You let out soft whimpers and whines against his lips as your body twitches against his. He pulls back slowly, smiling lovingly as he smoothes your hair back. “Such a good girl, baby” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

You hum softly as you smile lazily at him. “Thank you, Daddy…” you whisper quietly, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re so welcome, pretty girl” he smiles, kissing your nose gently as he pulls out slowly. “Now, let’s get you a bath.”

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Aaron comes back quickly, and Jack now has a cherry flavored lollipop in his hand and a ring of red around his mouth. “Are you in college?” Aaron asks as he crouches in front of your knee. He gently runs a wet wipe over the blood dripping down your leg to wipe it up.

“Yeah” you smile, nodding slightly. Jack sits beside you as he pets and whispers to Nugget. “I'm studying criminal justice and psychology” you continue.

“Psychology and criminal justice, huh?” He asks softly, “big brain. What do you plan to do with those?” he asks softly as he glances at your knee in concentration. He pulls out the antibacterial spray and Jack reaches his tiny hand over to you.

“I hate when Daddy doeth thith pawt,” he slurs around his tasty treat, but he never takes his eyes off Nugget. You look wearily at the small boy’s hand, slightly grossed out by how sticky it was. However, you smile softly at how sweet he is, and place your hand in his. You’re thankful for some semblance of comfort, though, because Jack was right—the spray was absolutely the worst part. You hiss quietly as Aaron sprays the cut. He places a spiderman band-aid on it and then pats your thigh gently. “Daddy you have to kiss it to make it better” Jack chimes in and you laugh softly, heat rising to your face as well as Aaron's.

“No, Jack buddy, that’s okay” you smile reassuringly. “It’s already all better” you smile, gently kicking your leg for effect. “Thank you, Mr. Hotchner.” You offer him a shy smile

“Just Aaron is okay” he says gently, and you nod as you stand from his porch step. “Let me walk you home,” he offers.

“Oh, no!” You exclaim. “It's alright. It’s not too far from here, and uh… Nugget hasn’t pottied yet, so uh… Yeah,” you swallow again, forcing back the giggle that threatened to tumble out. Two lies in less than thirty minutes… Maybe that’s why the gods hated you.

Aaron nods softly. “Well, thank you for watching Jack when the crazy little adventurer got out” he nods, smiling smally at you.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for the band-aid” you giggle softly, taking a hold of Nugget’s leash as you begin to waltz your way down the street. You check behind you inconspicuously, noting that the two boys had gone inside before you pull out your phone, quickly dialing Ari’s number.

“Ari!” You practically squeal into the microphone as your best friend and roommate picks up. “I just met the hottest dilf with the cutest kid!” You shriek.

“Well hurry your ass up into the car and tell me all about it before I get a ticket for being double parked!” She exclaims, failing miserably to hide the loud laugh that she had let out. You and Nugget rush back up the hill and through the fence and clamber up into Ari’s car—the fat corgi sat on your lap, heavily winded from the whole three minutes of exercise that you had just forced him to endure.

You’re sure of so little things… but, as you sit in the car, there are three things that you are absolutely positive about.

Jack is the absolute cutest kid that you have ever seen in your life.

Mr. Hotchner is the most gorgeous man that you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

Nugget is definitely getting two Milk-Bones the second that you get back to the apartment.

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— favorite girl 𐐪𐑂 niall horan

𐐪𐑂 summary -> you accidentally push yourself too far into subspace and soft dom!niall takes over

𐐪𐑂 content -> fem!reader, smut, masturbation [f!receiving], overstimulation, squirting, subspace, toy use, dominant/submissive themes, personal assistant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft dom!niall, daddy kink, praise, casual dominance, lots of pet names [pet, petal, princess], tooth rotting fluff and a bit of domesticity, basically an aftercare fic, 18+ ONLY MDNI

𐐪𐑂 words -> 2.6k

The sexual frustration had been bubbling in your core for as long as you could remember. Niall didn’t mean to neglect you, truly… But with The Voice, and then his album release, and merch, and tour dates bleeding together with festival dates, his schedule had become hectic. And as his assistant, so had your’s. It’s not like you could put ‘dick me down’ into his calendar either.

Well, you could… But you felt that it’d be quite immature. So now here you lay, sprawled across the bed you shared with him, a thick toy plunging into your g spot over and over. You’d lost count of how many times you’d made yourself tip over the edge, each orgasm bleeding together with the last. Tears of overstimulation prickled the corners of your eyes and you were nearly ready to give up.

The problem isn’t that you needed release—clearly that had already happened more than enough. However, no matter how big or thick the toy is, or how many times it plunges into that spot that makes you see stars… Nothing is Niall. Nothing would ever compare to the way that he made you feel, thus you were now bordering along orgasm number six and still weren’t satiated.

Not for lack of trying, however. You’d been at it for the better part of three hours, starting off slow and teasing yourself the way Niall always did, then slowly picking up the pace until you were blindly overstimulating yourself, your hips chasing the toy subconsciously in search of that spark Niall ignited inside you. Unfortunately, it never came. And that’s how you became a mess on the bed.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped and wheezed for breath. The stimulation of your cunt was beginning to hurt. Slowly bleeding in from pleasure to burning pain. You wanted nothing more than to get away from the overstimulation, but your hips couldn’t help but chase the feeling as you searched for something only Niall could give you.

For a moment, everything stopped. Your leg was lifted in the air, arm beginning to cramp as you continued to shove the toy into your cunt. The world began spinning slower, and your vision slowly faded until it was completely blocked by a milky white cloud of euphoria. Your legs shook violently, your body convulsing as the toy slipped from your hand.

You lay in the middle of the bed, panting quietly as you tried to catch your breath while your body shook atop the comforter. Beneath you was a puddle of your own arousal and sweat, and only when you noticed how wet your body had become did the reality of the situation begin to daunt on you.

You just touched yourself. You just used a toy. You just made yourself cum… Multiple times—all of these without Niall’s permission. You broke so many rules. He’s gonna be so mad at you. Your heart began beating faster in your chest, now out of fear rather than exhaustion. You bolted from the bed, quickly getting yourself cleaned up and into one of his shirts before taking the sheets down to the laundry.

Your legs were unsteady as you walked around the house, and your mind unfocused. Niall would be home soon, and likely expecting dinner on the table the way you’d always had. So, that’s what you did… Or rather, that’s what you attempted to do. Your mind was so fuzzy, and your brain so unfocused that you ended up burning the pasta for your chicken fettuccine. The chicken baked improperly, and ended up tasting rubbery, and the garlic bread was too garlicky.

Nothing came out right, and you were so overwhelmed that by the time Niall was opening the front door, tears had begun spilling over your visage. “Hey Pet. I’m ho…” Niall cut off his own sentence, freezing in his tracks as he saw your state. “Pet? What happened?” He asked, panic and worry laced in his voice.

“I’m sorry” you whined out quietly. “I’m sorry Daddy, I burned dinner. And I messed everything up” you hiccuped out. “I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you rushed out, now borderline sobbing.

Niall’s heart cracked, and his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh baby, it’s okay” he murmured. “It’s okay, princess. We can just order a pizza, yeah? Daddy’s not mad” he whispered softly, gently stroking your hair. “Not mad at you, jus please stop crying. Hate it when you’re so sad” he frowned softly.

“No, I broke the rules!” You sobbed roughly. Niall’s frown turned to one of confusion now, rather than pure sadness. He rubbed your back gently, pulling back a bit to gaze properly at you.

“What are you on about, Petal?” He hummed gently, squeezing lightly at your hip. He did everything he usually would, working to calm you down so that he could fully understand what was going on and why his girl was so distraught.

You took a deep breath, wheezing a bit as you struggled through your tears. Niall cooed at you in encouragement as you did your breathing techniques. Once you had calmed down, you began to divulge how you'd been so bad, breaking his rules. “I’m sorry, Daddy” you sniffled. “I was so needy and you were so busy. Know ‘s against the rules but I used my toy. Came so many times but it wasn’t the same. Needed you” you whined quietly, knuckling at your eyes. You took another breath, attempting to keep your tears at bay. “Touched myself, used my toy, ‘n made myself cum. Didn’ ask Daddy if I could, that's bad,” you finished. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy… I’ll take whatever punishment you give me” your whispered.

“Oh, Petal…” Niall whispered softly. He pulled you closer, gently running his fingers through your hair. He lifted you then, carrying you to the couch and sitting with you on his lap. He pulled you to his chest, rocking gently with you in his hold to aid you in relaxing. “Daddy’s not been good to you lately, has he?” He asked softly, gently moving your hair away from your face.

You stayed quiet, afraid that he was taunting you after you’d broken so many of his rules. Nervous that he was trying to trap you into making your own punishment worse as he so often did. But you couldn’t handle that right now, you were too soft. Niall, being the oh so attentive and loving dom that he is, recognized that. He saw the unfocused and glossy look in your eyes, the distraction and frustration the moment he stepped into the door and watched you cooking dinner. Only, he didn’t realize how bad it was until you finished explaining what had tipped you to this point.

“‘S okay Pet, you can be honest” he hummed. “Been ignoring you, haven’t given my Princess the proper attention she deserves” he continued on. “Wasn’t a very good Daddy, was I?” He asked gently.

“No, Daddy…” You whispered shyly, gently nosing against his neck in search of more comfort. He squeezed your hip lightly, humming as he held you closer. You sighed in content, closing your eyes as your body fully relaxed against him.

“There’s my girl” he whispered, stroking your hip with his thumb as he felt you become malleable in his hold. “I’m sorry I haven’t been payin’ attention to you, sweetheart. I’ve been so distracted by work. That’s no excuse though, is it?” He asked. The question was rhetorical, and you knew as much when he continued on to answer it on his own. “Should always have time to take care of the prettiest girl in the world” he smiled softly, gently kissing your nose. “I love you, sweet girl. My good girl” he smiled softly.

“Good girl” you echoed quietly, nodding as you held him tighter. He smiled softly, pressing another kiss to your head.

“What do you say we have a bath and then cuddle a bit, hmm?” he asked softly. “I’ll get your hair all done, get you nice and comfortable for bed” he murmured, kissing across your shoulders. “Can order a pizza and put on that show you love so much, that sound good baby?” He asked softly.

“Sounds good, Daddy” you whispered, bobbing your head gently in a nod.

“It’s okay princess, ‘s just Niall now, hmm?” He smiled softly, kissing your head. “Think you’ll be okay if I go and clean up the kitchen?” He asked softly. You nodded once more, and with that he stood. He tucked the throw blanket around your slightly-shivering form and went to the kitchen. He was quick to clean up the mess before coming back to carry you into your shared master bathroom.

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Once in the bathroom, Niall set you down on top of the counter. He kissed your head before he turned and ran the water, making sure that it was the right temperature for you. He shot you a charming smile as he went back over to the cabinet you were sitting on top of. “What kind of bubbles do you want, Pet?” He asked softly, planting a gentle kiss to your calf as he kneeled between your legs in front of the cabinet.

“Um…” You hummed softly as you thought, chewing gently on your nails. “The lavender one” you finally decided, looking down at him with a shy smile.

“Take your fingers out of your mouth, beautiful��� he mumbled, kissing the inside of your knee as he said it. He was firm in his words, but gentle in his kiss—speaking to you in the way he always did in this state of mind. This way, you knew it was an order, but you also knew he wasn’t mad at you. You murmured a quick apology, pulling your hand away from your mouth. He simply kissed your leg once more, letting you know all was okay before grabbing the lavender bath salts and bubbles.

He stood again, kissing your gently puckered lips and causing a giggle to spill past your lips. The sound was music to his ears, especially after hearing your heartbreaking sobs just minutes ago. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face as he saw your happiness return. “I love you, Pet,” he smiled softly.

“I love you too, NiNi” you whispered. The nickname let him know that you were slowly returning to your usual self, though the fog in your brain hadn’t fully cleared up yet. He turned, pouring the bubbles and salts into the water before returning them back to their rightful place beneath the sink.

Once the bath was full, Niall turned to you. He saw you nod, and knew you wanted him to undress you rather than do it yourself. He smiled in adoration, walking the short distance to you once more. He kissed your head, unable to stop himself from adorning your skin with his gentle lips for what felt like the hundredth time since he got home. Niall was soft as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare before helping you out of your underwear. “Do you want me to sit in with you or stay out here, Petal?” He asked you gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at your pretty face.

“In please” you answered softly. And Niall would never say no to you anyway, but with that pretty pout and those wide eyes, he was already a complete goner; unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of himself as he got ready to bathe with you. Once he was bare, he lifted you from the counter and sat in the bath with you in front of him, between his spread legs. When buying a house, Niall had taken into consideration your love for baths after he fucked you into oblivion—and right now he was thankful he remembered so as the two of you sat comfortably in the hot water.

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The bathing part of your bath was over quickly, washing you off always being the first thing Niall did. He noticed how sweaty your body had become from your overstimulation earlier on through the thin cotton of his white shirt you wore—thusly, he washed your hair for you as well. Even with Niall washing your hair, and cleaning your body of your sticky arousal and multiple orgasms, the bathing was over within fifteen minutes.

Your body still wasn’t fully calmed down by then, and therefore when Niall asked if you were ready to get out yet, you simply whined in protest. It had now been at least forty minutes since Niall had put the two of you in the bath. The water had begun to cool, slowly losing its relaxing aura the colder the water became. This time when Niall asked you if you were ready to exit, you nodded sleepily and yawned quietly.

Niall gently moved you, climbing out first and wrapping a towel around his hips. He unplugged the bath, grabbing your fluffy towel and lifting you from the water, wrapping it around your body. “Want me to brush your teeth for you, Princess?” He hummed softly.

“No, I can do it” you nodded softly, smiling at him. “Thank you, Ni” you murmured. He smiled, kissing your nose as he grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste for you. He let you know that he was going to get new sheets on the bed while you brushed, and you nodded in reply. While Niall made the bed, you brushed your teeth and got your skincare done. By the time you were walking out of the bathroom, Niall was putting the pillows back on the bed.

“Hi, pretty girl” he smiled softly, walking over to you. He wore sweatpants now, foregoing a shirt as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Feelin’ better now?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, Ni” you whispered, nodding softly. You puckered your lips once more, and he obliged your silent request, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you” you whispered as the two of you pulled back.

“I love you, Petal” he echoed, kissing your head. “Let’s get you comfortable, hmm?” He smiled, carrying you over to the bed. He sat you down, going to your drawers to grab panties and one of his white t-shirts. He gently put them on you, helping you to put lotion on before detangling your hair.

He finished getting you ready for bed and got you beneath the covers, climbing in with you and pulling you close. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, handing it to you. “Thanks, Ni” you whispered, turning on the TV and flicking to your favorite show as he took out his phone to order a pizza.

“Food’s on the way, baby” he murmured after a while, kissing your temple.

“You’re so good to me, Ni” you whispered softly, gazing up at him from where you were cuddled into his side.

“Only the best for my favorite girl” he smiled softly, kissing your nose gently.

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— cherry chapstick 𐐪𐑂 stepdad!eddie

𐐪𐑂 summary → your stepdad knows that he shouldn’t feel the way that he does about you. but how can something that’s so wrong, feel so right when it’s happening?

𐐪𐑂 content → obvious mommy issues, angst, smut, impact play [belting, slapping], spitting, brat tamer!eddie, oral (m!receiving), heavy degradation, drug mentions, painal, eddie is a dick, dacryphilia, dark!eddie, mean!eddie, toxic!dom eddie, no aftercare, subdrop, rough sex with no aftercare, anal sex, cnc, arguing,  stepdad!eddie munson, stepcest, infidelity kink, kind of an oc but written in second person, a few minor descriptors of reader’s body, this is a very dark fic! i am in no way responsible for what you choose to consume on the internet. 18+ ONLY

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your mom had come home earlier than you expected. turns out that the ceo in los angeles didn’t need as much convincing as her company had originally thought. you’d been grumpy and short with eddie all week, uncaring of the attitude you were giving him.  

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— cherry chapstick 𐐪𐑂 stepdad!eddie

𐐪𐑂 summary → your stepdad knows that he shouldn’t feel the way that he does about you. but how can something that’s so wrong, feel so right when it’s happening?

𐐪𐑂 content → darkfic, dark!eddie munson, housewife kink, stepdad!eddie munson, stepcest, infidelity kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, virginity kink, cigarettes, alcohol, dacryphilia, masturbation mention (m and f receiving), kind of an oc but written in second person, only one small descriptor of reader’s body, reader is much smaller than eddie, cnc, somnophilia—eddie peeks at reader’s pussy while she’s sleeping, extreme mutual pining, perv!eddie, cumming in panties, dubcon if you squint, but the acts are very much consensual, literally just filth, 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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it was wrong, the way that eddie thought about you. it was downright sinful. possibly illegal, depending on what state you’re in. he shouldn’t imagine your cherry lips wrapped around his cock while he strokes himself to finish. shouldn’t think about the way you sound when he fingers you open. shouldn’t imagine how you touch yourself late at night. shouldn’t picture what you’re hiding under those cute little skirts you’ve always got on. and he definitely shouldn’t imagine it’s your cunt wrapped around his thick length instead of your mom’s late at night.

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— heaven to me 𐐪𐑂 beefy!steve

𐐪𐑂 summary → you lose your virginity to mean beefy steve

𐐪𐑂 content → beefy!steve, shy!reader, size kink, way too much inner monologue, virginity kink, voyeurism, dumbification, humiliation, degradation, mean!steve, bully!steve, virgin!reader, spitting kink, cnc, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), hints of dubcon if you squint, squirting, daddy kink, hung!steve, spanking, choking, 18+ MDNI

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“okay. you can do this yn. it’s simple. ‘hi, i’m looking for a copy of grease.’” you talked yourself up as you approached family video. the second you opened the door, there he was. time seemed to stop as you locked eyes. the big, beefy man behind the counter, smiling at you. his smile alone had the power to turn you to mush.

you couldn’t help but imagine those strong arms throwing you around. pinning you beneath him as his cock rut deep within your walls, hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. ruining your makeup as he made you cry with pleasure. bending your body in half so he could fuck into you nice and deep and—shit! you were staring. quick! think of something, anything. just speak, woman!

“john travolta…” you offered hopelessly, mentally kicking yourself for being so stupid. oh no wait, you were actually kicking yourself. my god can you be normal for six seconds? you’re embarrassing yourself in front of a god and… no wait. he’s… smiling. oh my god he’s smiling at you. and now he’s laughing. it sounds so pretty. okay okay breathe it’s fine. you’re fine.

“john travolta…” you offered hopelessly, mentally kicking yourself for being so stupid. oh no wait, you were actually kicking yourself. my god can you be normal for six seconds? you’re embarrassing yourself in front of a god and… no wait. he’s… smiling. oh my god he’s smiling at you. and now he’s laughing. it sounds so pretty. okay okay breathe it’s fine. you’re fine.

“john travolta, huh?” he smiled softly. “so are we thinking saturday night fever travolta?” he checked. “or we’ve got urban cowboy, staying alive, carrie, two of a kind. and grease. that one’s real popular with the ladies” he winked.

you smiled shyly, stepping closer to the counter. you were at so close of a distance that you could smell him. he smelled good. really good. a perfect mixture of tangerine, sandalwood, and… mint? he was looming over you now. you barely reached up to his chest, and had to crane your neck to see him.

“what’s carrie?” you asked curiously. you knew what it was, but you wanted to keep up the banter that the two of you had settled into.

“carrie’s a good choice. it’s scary though. don’t know if a pretty little lady like yourself could handle it” he winked.

“i dunno…” you smirked shyly. “my parents are out for the weekend. i’ve got no one to protect me if i watch it. all alone in that… big, scary house” you whispered.

“what if you weren’t alone?” he smirked devilishly. wait was he hitting on you? i mean… you did just tell him that you were home alone. you practically bent yourself over his work counter, presenting your virgin cunt for him to take.

“is that an offer?” you whispered nervously.

“if you’re willing to take it” he winked. “i mean… you did just practically bend yourself over my work counter and present your little virgin cunt for me to take” you flushed deeply in embarrassment. had he heard that? were you speaking aloud this whole time. “oh and… take it i will baby” he chuckled darkly. he leaned in, pressing a feather light kiss to your cheekbone. “i’m off at eight. i’ll see you then princess” he whispered softly, gently biting down on your earlobe.

“um…” you gulped. “the um… movie” you whispered quietly.

“don’t worry honey, i’ve got it. i’ll bring over all that we need for tonight, and you just do like you said and have that pretty little pussy ready for me.” he hummed. why was he walking around the counter? why was he stepping closer to you? oh! this is… this is nice. his hands seated themselves upon your hips, dragging you forward so that you were chest to chest.

“hi…” you whispered lamely, craning your neck up to see him.

“hi” he chuckled softly. he hummed to himself, his thumbs stroking over your hips before they plucked at the waistband of your mini skirt.

“what are you doing?” you gulped softly.

“oh, just checking to see what i’m working with” he murmured. “you just stand there and look pretty, okay?” he winked, clicking his tongue.

“okay” you whispered, nodding. he ran his hands over the smooth fat of your thighs. they inched up, up, and up, until he was running his hand over your pussy lips through your panties. he sifted through the little tuft of curls till he found your puffy little clit. your mouth ran dry as you gasped, lurching closer to him as you buried your burning face in his chest.

“so wet already? you get this way just from looking at me baby?” he laughed. “oh you’re pathetic” he whispered softly. “don’t worry honey, i’ll clean up that prissy princess attitude” he murmured. he wiggled his finger through your folds. you were mortified. he was doing this in public! albeit, there was nobody in the store but the two of you. but, anybody could come in! and see him digging in your panties like he was searching for gold. another strangled gasp, bordering on a moan, released itself from your throat as his finger wiggled into your entrance.

“steve…” you breathed out, fisting his shirt tightly between your fingers.

“god that little cunt is tight” he groaned softly, twisting his finger around. “i’m not sure you’ll fit my whole cock in there baby” he pouted mockingly down at you. “don’t worry” he hummed upon seeing your cute little frown. “we’ll make it fit,” he winked as he pulled his finger from your cunt and popped it between his lips. he sucked at it lewdly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he groaned. “take them off.” he commanded.

“w-what…?” you stammered out, staring up at him bewildered. your eyes were the size of saucers.

“i didn’t fucking say stand there and look stupid. i said to fucking take them off.” he growled. you nodded rapidly, hiding your face as you stepped out of your panties in the middle of his place of work. you bunched them up and set them in his open palm. “god they’re so wet” he lifted them up, pressing them against his nose and inhaling deeply. “you filthy fucking thing” he tutted softly, pocketing the lacy fabric.

“run along now. i’ll be by tonight” he nodded once. and, like nothing ever happened, he returned back behind the counter and got to work while you rushed out of that place like the building was on fire.

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you were practically sprinting around the house. steve was coming. you were cleaning and making everything nice and moving all your stuffed animals off of your bed. you were just making up your bed when the doorbell rang. you squeaked. you hadn’t had time to shower. or shave or change or… fuck it’s too late. okay just… whatever just go open the door. you took a deep breath and opened the door. “hi steve.” you whispered softly.

“hey pretty lady” he smirked. “come on, lead me to your room then.” he gave you no chance as he bullied his way into the door. you nodded softly, closing and locking it before leading him up to your room. he hummed as he looked around, fingering at all your trinkets and such along the walls.

“so… the movie?” you whispered.

“oh come on…” he laughed heartily. “you didn’t think we were actually going to watch that thing, right?” you frowned deeply as he laughed harder. “oh my god, you did!” he accused. “oh honey, i’m just here to split that tight little cunt open” he winked. “so take off your clothes, and get on the bed.” he commanded lowly.

“wait but steve…” you whispered shyly, slowly backing up towards your bed.

“yes?” he raised a brow. you fidgeted under his gaze. the longer he looked at you, the more you twitched. then suddenly, a look of realization befell his featured. “oh!” he murmured. “you… really are a virgin” he whispered, causing you to nod slowly. “i see…” he murmured, biting his lip. “do you want to do this?” he asked.

“i… yes” you whispered quietly. he smiled softly, holding your hips and pulling you in once more.

“then i’ll lead you through it” he winked, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. it was tongue and teeth as he guided you to lay back on your bed. “don’t worry baby, i’ll still split that pussy open” he promised softly, moving his kisses down your neck. he moaned quietly as his hands inched up the fatty meat of your thighs, rubbing and pinching as he went.

“still no panties, princess?” he teased as his hand made contact with the puffy lips of your cunt. “i can’t wait to taste this slutty pussy” he whispered softly. he flipped up your skirt, practically moaning at the sight of your raw pussy as he sniffed up it. he parted your lips, pushing back your pubic hairs and spit down onto your engorged and throbbing clit.

he moaned softly as he watched his saliva run down, laughing as you twitched and whimpered beneath him. his arms wrapped around your thighs and he dragged you closer to him. you were practically bent in half as he sat back on his haunches and pulled your cunt up to his lips. he laughed at your helpless wiggles as he buried his face into your mound. he groaned softly at the taste of you. he wiggled his tongue between your slick folds, kissing your clit wetly.

“steve please please please” you whined. you began to grind down against his tongue, moaning loudly as you covered your face. “god oh god oh please!” you shrieked. your grappled at his hair, tugging the luscious locks as he moaned into your dripping cunt. your wriggling was useless. steve’s strong arms had you locked in place as he enjoyed his meal. your thighs clamped down around his head as he pushed his tongue into your clenching entrance and twirled it around.

his thumb came up to thumb over your clit as you tugged harshly against his roots. tears stung the corners of your eyes and you didn’t know if you were begging for a break or begging for more. your stomach turned in knots as you cried. “steve steve steve!” you chanted out.

“don’t worry honey just let it go, you’ll be okay” he coaxed as he sensed your impending orgasm. you gasped, your eyes rolling back as your muscles tensed and relaxed immediately after. your mouth fell open in ecstasy and drool dripped down your chin.

“no steve no!” you shrieked as he pushed two fingers into your entrance, sucking furiously at your puffy little button. he laughed, the sound vibrating against your pulsing clit.

“you can take it baby. you’ll never fit my cock in there if i don’t stretch you out” he murmured simply. you nodded dumbly, clenching your fists in his hair as you began to grind your hips down against his mouth.

“god oh god it’s happening again!” you shrieked loudly. he fingers curled up and bullied your g spot. you gasped as you felt yourself floating up, up, and up, until a puddle was beneath you, and steve was covered in a sheen of your release. the top of his shirt, as well as his chin and face were soaked, along with the sheets beneath you. steve laughed as he pulled away, using all four fingers to rub roughly at your clit and watch you squirt even more.

he wasted no time in getting his pants off. you heaved beneath him, attempting to catch your breath as you heard the clinking of your belt. you were just coming down when he lined up the head of his cock with your entrance. “steve!” you screamed as he rapidly thrusted his length into you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your back arched into a high ‘c’ off of your mattress. “big it’s so big it’s too big!” you babbled. your mascara had already begun running from the tears spilling from your waterline.

“oh honey” he laughed, thrusting impossibly deeper, which caused your breath to stutter. “that’s not even all of it” he smirked. more tears brimmed your eyes as he continued to fill and stretch your cunt. “barely halfway in and look at that big cock in your guts” he groaned, pressing down on the imprint of his cock in your stomach.

“stevie it hurts!” you cried softly.

“oh baby, but doesn’t it feel so fucking good to be stretched out like this?” he smirked softly. “nice and wide on daddy’s big cock” he smirked, thumbing at your clit.

“daddy” you blushed, moving your hips in time with his thrusts.

“that’s right honey, cry for daddy.” he hummed. “you want to cum again, little whore?” he smirked.

“yes yes yes” you moaned loudly. he threw your legs up over his shoulders and bent over your body, thrusting that much deeper and harder. the head of his cock slammed against your gspot as your pussy clenched and squelched beneath him. “oh fuck!” you screeched out as you squirted once more. he grunted as he flipped you over, bending you so your ass was high in the air.

his hand made rough contact with your ass once, twice, three times before he shoved his cock back into you. somehow at this angle, it felt even bigger. you screamed loudly, fisting the sheets as you sobbed into your pillow in pleasured pain. the angry head of his cock leaking precum as it angrily prodded at your cervix. he layed over you, using his thighs to spread your’s wider as you layed flat against your matress.

his hairy chest pressed against your back as he rutted deep within you, growling animalistically. “take that fat cock!” he grunted, licking over your tear stained cheeks. sweat dripped from his forehead down to your shoulder as your bodies pressed together. his tummy hair scratched at your skin, causing you to moan as you sobbed.

you squeaked repeatedly, legs twitching as you felt another orgasm. “cum so i can fill that pretty belly up with my babies” he breathed into your ear as his hand wrapped around your throat.

“cum with me. gimme your cum stevie i want it!” you whined loudly. “pump it into my pussy. gimme your kids!” you shrieked. his hand wrapped tighter around your throat. he groaned loudly, commanding darkly that you cum for him.

“soak my fucking cock you little bitch,” he growled. you moaned loudly as you did, squirting harshly on him as he painted your walls with his cum. he thrusted deep into you, his thick, heavy balls pressed against your puffy clit, prolonging your orgasm. his cum reached deep into your cervix, nearly painting your womb with his kids. you panted as he groped you, moaning and groaning as he licked up your sweaty spine.

“you okay?” he whispered softly as he laid atop you, rutting shallowly to ride out your orgasms.

“yeah… yeah i’m great” you giggled. you winced softly as he slowly pulled out of you and pulled you to his chest.

“let’s relax a bit like this, yeah? then we’ll get a nice, hot bath” he whispered, kissing your head.

“that sounds nice, steve. thank you” you whispered, cuddling along his chest.

“you were real good to me doll” he whispered. “can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives buried in that little pussy” he chuckled softly. you couldn’t help but feel giddy at that. spending the rest over your like smushed under your bigol’ stevie while he pounds your pathetically wet cunt. sounded like heaven to you.

𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂

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— cherry chapstick 𐐪𐑂 stepdad!eddie

𐐪𐑂 summary → your stepdad knows that he shouldn’t feel the way that he does about you. but how can something that’s so wrong, feel so right when it’s happening?

𐐪𐑂 content → darkfic, dark!eddie munson, housewife kink, stepdad!eddie munson, stepcest, infidelity kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, virginity kink, cigarettes, alcohol, dacryphilia, masturbation mention (m and f receiving), kind of an oc but written in second person, only one small descriptor of reader’s body, reader is much smaller than eddie, cnc, somnophilia—eddie peeks at reader’s pussy while she’s sleeping, extreme mutual pining, perv!eddie, cumming in panties, dubcon if you squint, but the acts are very much consensual, literally just filth, 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

𐐪𐑂 words → 3.26k

it was wrong, the way that eddie thought about you. it was downright sinful. possibly illegal, depending on what state you’re in. he shouldn’t imagine your cherry lips wrapped around his cock while he strokes himself to finish. shouldn’t think about the way you sound when he fingers you open. shouldn’t imagine how you touch yourself late at night. shouldn’t picture what you’re hiding under those cute little skirts you’ve always got on. and he definitely shouldn’t imagine it’s your cunt wrapped around his thick length instead of your mom’s late at night.

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𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 // 𝕖𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕤𝕙

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → eddie comes home to find that you disobeyed him by going to steve to make you cum

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → smut, fingering, squirting, spitting, throuple, polyamory, allusions to knife play, dacryphilia, mean dom!steve, switch!steve, mean dom!eddie, slapping, choking, pussy spanking, overstimulation, heavy degradation, breeding kink, nipple play, mxm, cum eating, hung!steve, oral (f!receiving), facesitting, handcuffs, daddy kink, handjob, praise, 18+ ONLY

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 2.5k

𝕒𝕟 → these j get filthier as i go…

pervert | part one 𐐪𐑂 sick | part two

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𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡 // 𝕖𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → you hate fighting with eddie, but you love making up with him

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → smut, graphic descriptions of sex, p in v, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, angry sex, arguments, degradation, eddie is an asshole, strong language, spitting, spanking, choking, pussy spanking, size kink, bulge kink, d/s dynamics, subspace, dacryphilia, daddy kink, 18+ ONLY

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 3.7k

𝕒𝕟 → i wrote this in 3 hours on a car ride and it’s barely edited but here ya go whores!

you hated arguing with eddie. he was soft with you, but when he got angry, that’s when you truly understood why the hellfire club was slightly afraid of him. why all of your friends said he was intimidating. why your best friend chrissy would constantly tell you that the two of you truly redefine the meaning of ‘opposites attract.’

sure you could state the obvious, eddie being at least a head taller than you. you barely made it up to his chin and could comfortably lay on his chest while standing. the height, paired with the stylistic oppositions. eddie constantly adorned in all black with rings and chains adorning his fingers and black ink permanently littered around his skin in random areas. whereas you wore a green hawkins high cheer uniform every day. ponytail high on your head with a big bow accompanying it and a wide smile permanently painted on your lips.

and there was also, of course, always the difference in the crowds. you hanging out with the jocks and cheerleaders while eddie hung out with the rejects and the nerds that played dungeons and dragons for fun.

so yeah, the exterior made the two of you look like direct antonyms of each other. but on the inside, you and eddie were one in the same. eddie was a soft heart. he liked music and cuddling and loved when you braided his hair. he liked to let you do your little skin care routines on him because it made you smile, and if there is one thing in this world that eddie loves nearly as much as you, it’s making you smile. so truly, you and eddie were the same person, it’s just the exterior that made it such a stark contrast.

you never saw the eddie that matched hsi dark and brooding exterior. you only saw your sweet boy that asked you to do face masks with him. that is, until the two of you were arguing. eddie could be pretty scary when he wasn’t angry. so when he was, it intensified by nearly ten.

you and eddie’s arguments got pretty heated. and the screaming could last for hours on end. but you have to admit, as much as you hated arguing with him, he just looked so sexy when he was angry. the vein popping out of his neck and the rise and fall of his chest and he huffed. the way his eyes rolled as he ran a hand through his hair. the groans and the way his tongue poked into his cheek as his nostrils flared. the humorless laugh he’d let out at how ridiculous you were being.

god, eddie munson is truly a work of art. and as much as you hated arguing with him, you couldn’t deny that even when he was yelling at you, you still thought he was the most beautiful thing on the planet. and the way that he screamed your name when he was angry just made you want to jump his bones.

while you hated arguing with him, you loved to make up with him. there was just something about the way that his big, thick cock dragged through the walls of your cunt, pounding into your g-spot as a ringed hand wrapped tightly around your throat. no words being exchanged, just anger passing between the two of you, releasing itself as eddie brought you over the edge time and time again until you were crying. his grumbles of “shut the fuck up” when you begged.

it was hot and heavy every time, and you loved every single second of it. you actually couldn’t get enough of the make up sex. so much so that sometimes you liked to piss him off just to have make up sex. sure, you could just ask him to rough you up, but what was the fun in that?

if you asked, it wouldn’t be as authentic. he wouldn’t manhandle your thighs apart and finger your tight little pussy open until you were squirting down his arm. he wouldn’t squeeze and grope at your body until there were bruises the size of grapes littered on your skin, accompanied by indentation marks from his rings. his handprints wouldn’t be on your ass or bruised lightly into your throat. you wouldn’t feel the glorious ache between your thighs or see the teeth marks he’d leave along your neck and chest.

to put it simply, he wouldn’t rough you up the way you like if you just asked him to. and you know this because you have before, and he just laughed. he’d told you that you were too soft for him to “treat you like a common whore.” in fact, he’d laughed for so long that your small pout quickly turned into a deep rooted frown. through his laughs, he managed to get out “princess, i have to work you over at least twice with my fingers before my cock even begins to fit in that pretty pussy.”

at that, you’d just murmured a useless and sad little “i can take it.” you both knew that you couldn’t though. not without an immense amount of prep. eddie was big. at least eight inches accompanied by a thick girth. a vein ran up the underside of it and the tip was red. he was cut, and his balls heavy. it was a nice cock.

even after he’d finger you open, there was still a burning stretch you got when he finally pushed his cock into you. but you loved that stretch even more every time. and so angering him was the only way to get him to rough you up the way that you wanted him to.

but of course, eddie didn’t want to hurt you. well… not in that way at least. there’s no denying he’s a sadist, but he’d never fuck you without preparing you first. he always fingers you open, making you cum at least twice before going in with his thick dick, no matter how angry you make him.

all of this to say… you and eddie had been arguing all week. you honestly can’t remember exactly what it was that started it. something about him not being supportive. in all honesty, you had only said it to get a rise out of him, but the more he screamed at you, telling you how you and your friends were all stuck up assholes, you started to actually become angry.

his friends used to—and still do—judge you just because you’re a cheerleader, yet you still come and sit in on hellfire club once you’re done with cheer practice. now he was just being a complete dick to you. he still gave you a ride to and from school every day, even if the car rides were filled with silence. because one of you would start talking, and that would become an argument. it’s been six days of this, and at this point you two are screaming just to see which of you is louder.

cheer practice had ended over an hour ago, and you had just been aimlessly wandering the halls, waiting for eddie to finish up with hellfire club. you sighed as you checked your watch for the umpteenth time and rolled your eyes. you practically stormed into the room, no care for knocking. “eddie!” you exclaimed in exasperation.

“what?” he growled through grit teeth, clenching his jaw and squeezing his hands into fists as he squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his neck. the anger rising in him caused the veins in his arms and hands to protrude and your cunt to clench around absolutely nothing and coat itself with slick.

you pushed back your arousa, licking your lips and taking a im deep breath. “did you just forget i have a curfew? we were supposed to leave over an hour ago!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

“you don’t give a damn about your curfew when my cock is buried in you and you get home two hours late. so why do you care now?” he finally turned and glared at you.

“you don’t have to be such an egotistical prick eddie” you glared.

“and you don’t have to be such a spoiled little brat, yn! i told you that this campaign was important before i even drove you to school this morning! now you can either sit down and shut the fuck up until i’m finished, or you can get the hell out and walk your ass home!” he shouted.

the room was tense once he finished screaming. everyone in the club refused to make eye contact with him and you. your thighs were squeezing together as you nodded numbly. “bastard” you grumbled as you walked past him to sit at your designated seat beside his throne.

“bitch” he fired right back as he rolled his eyes.

“fuck you” you rolled your eyes.

“you wish you could” he scoffed before going back to his dungeon master duties. you sighed loudly, rolling your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes as you pulled out your homework. truth be told, you’d already told your parents you were spending the night at eddie’s house. however, he hadn’t released his anger on you yet, and you were craving it.

you were extremely frustrated from cheer practice, and hadn’t been fucked in a week. the immense sexual frustration you had pent up had you acting out more than normal. an extreme attitude brewing that only eddie would be able to tame. and with how angry he was right now, and how innocently sexy you looked right now. tongue poking out of your mouth slightly, legs crossed, ponytail falling in your face, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you worked on your physics homework.

by the time you had finished all of your homework, the campaign was finally over. you had been sitting in your seat, twiddling your thumbs and eyeing the boys to try and decipher how far they’d been. “ready?” eddie mumbled, anger practically rolling off of his body like steam as he held out his hand to you. that was the best part about eddie you think. even when he was mad at you, he was still such a sweetheart.

you nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you to his van. he opened your door for you and helped you in before getting in to drive. he went into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and his lighter. you smirked at this, you knew exactly how to get him now. as soon as he lit the cigarette and took the first drag, you plucked it from his fingers and flicked it out of the window. “that’s so gross eddie, those aren’t good for you” you rolled your eyes, hiding your cheeky smirk.

you heard him take a deep breath. “are you planning on being a stupid fucking brat all week?” he glared. “look at me!” he commanded, grabbing your jaw and forcing your gaze to him as he stared down at you with a raised brow. his eyes searched your’s as you bit your lip with a small pout.

“get off!” you demanded, roughly shoving his arm off of you. “god eddie you’re such a fucking dick” you rolled your eyes.

“why are you being such a bitch?” he scoffed “you been around your little prissy friends too long,” he commented snarkily.

“better than being around the freak” you didn’t mean that. and you wished you could take it back the second you said it. but you were already in deep. you knew you were when you saw his tongue lick across his bottom lip and his jaw clench.

“what the fuck did you just call me?” he growled.

“i didn’t stutter, freak” you spoke the word slower this time. he stuck his tongue in his cheek and gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles began to turn white.

“spread your fucking legs” he demanded “i don’t want to hear your bratty little fucking mouth anymore. i’m fucking this princess complex out of you tonight” you nodded quickly, scrambling around and spreading your legs as far as the seat of his van would allow. you looked at him with wide eyes as he tugged your skirt up and tugged your panties to the side, running two fingers through your slit.

his eyebrows raised in surprise as he felt how wet you were. still, he stayed silent as he pressed a finger against your clit and began to rub in small circles. you bit your lip, knowing that he’d want you to keep quiet as he pushed his middle two fingers into your slick opening. your eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers up to hit that glorious spongy spot inside you. his palm made contact with your clit as he roughly fucked his fingers into you, abusing your g-spot as he went.

“fuck” you whispered softly, bucking your hips up into his hand as he continued to press against your g-spot.

“shut your mouth” he demanded. as he fucked his fingers faster and rougher into you. “come on little slut, know it never takes you long, soak my hand” he commented. you gasped loudly, biting your lip so harshly that you nearly split it open as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. eddie road out your orgasm, never slowing down or easing up as you whined softly in overstimulation, and in no time he had you squirting down his arm a second time as he pulled into his parking spot at his uncle’s trailer.

“get your ass inside and bend over my bed. i don’t even wanna look at you right now” you nodded quickly and scampered inside, pulling off your clothes and bending yourself over his bed once you got into his room. you heard his heavy footsteps a few minutes after and you shifted nervously, your breathing picking up just slightly.

he stood behind you, silently admiring you for a minute. “shame” he muttered “i’d comment on how pretty you look right now if you hadn’t been such a fucking brat” he murmured softly, roughly spanking your ass. the compliment disguised as degradation worked to ease your nerves and eddie knew this. he always did this to make sure that you knew he still loved you, no matter how pissed off he was at you.

he hummed softly as he bent at his waist and pressed an opened mouth kiss to your right butt cheek. he spread your cheeks before spitting onto your winking hole and rubbing his thumb around it gently. you heard shuffling, and then the thudding of his clothes. you whimpered in desperation as you heard his belt unbuckling. that was the only warning that you received before he stuffed you full of his cock in one go. you knew he was truly angry with you when he didn’t give you time to adjust, only pistoned his cock head into your g-spot as you moaned loudly at the delicious stretch.

“fuck, cunt’s so fuckin’ tight” he grunted as you clenched around him. he reached forward and wrapped his ringed hand around your throat, dragging you up so that your back met his chest as he squeezed, effectively cutting off your air supply.

“is this what you needed?” he grunted as he roughly fucked into you. “been a fucking bitch lately cus i haven’t fucked you?” he asked.

you nodded rapidly, gasping and gulping softly. “yeah” you whimpered “yeah, yeah, jus needed the attitude fucked out of me, eds” you moaned quietly, eyes rolling back.

“well say that next time” he commanded, taking his free hand and spanking your clit a few times. “come on, soak my cock” he commanded.

“sorry” you moaned “fuck fuck eddie sorry sorry sorry” you moaned loudly as you came. the only thing keeping you upright was eddie’s arm around your waist as your legs shook so violently until they gave out. he gave you no time to come down as he roughly gripped your hips and flipped you over to your back.

he slapped your thighs apart, stroking his dick twice before shoving it back into your still clenching cunt. you shrieked loudly reaching up and gently pushing at his abdomen to get him to slow down. “don’t run from it” he shook his head “you wanted this, now take it,” he demanded.

he threw your leg over his shoulder, angling so that his cock hit your g-spot right on target every time he thrusted back into you. you were practically sobbing in pleasure as he squeezed your hips tightly, definitely leaving bruises as he dragged you up and down on his cock. “play with your clit baby, let me see you make your little pussy feel good” you nodded rapidly, reaching down and beginning to rub your clit in tight circles.

your moans were nonstop. resounding off the walls as he pounded into your cunt with no care for your comfort. you could practically see the anger dissipating from his body as he leaned down and began sinking his teeth into your breasts. the first bite made you see stars, practically screaming as you creamed on his cock and tears cascaded down your cheeks.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous when you cream on my cock” he commented as he continued sucking hickies into your skin. you whimpered softly as he grabbed your other leg, taking them both in his hands and pushing them up so your knees were at your chest. “fuck” he grunted, eyes rolling back into his head.

“please” you whined quietly, squirming away from the pleasure.

“oh you can take one more, right princess?” he asked softly “for me? can you cum with me one more time?” he hummed, gently pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“for you daddy” you nodded deliriously and he smirked proudly at the fact that he’d gotten you to say it.

“there’s my good girl” he nodded softly. his thrusts slowed down, but they were just as hard as before, slamming harshly into your g-spot as he played with your swollen little bundle of nerves. “fuckin’ hell, i love feeling this little pussy stretch around me” he grunted “look at that” he marveled, pushing down on the outline of his cock in your tummy. “you like how daddy fills you up?” he murmured softly.

“yeah daddy” you nodded rapidly “make me feel so good” you sniffled. you stared up at him with glossy eyes, tears falling slowly down your cheeks as you marveled at him. eddie loved getting you like this. dependent on him. you looked up at him like he himself put the stars in the night sky and caused the sun to rise in the morning.

“fuck baby, keep lookin at me like that ‘n i’m gonna fill this pretty cunt with m’babies” he grunted softly. “you gettin close?” he asked as he felt you clenching around him.

“mhm” you murmured, nodding “can i please cum” you whimpered softly.

“go on, pretty girl, whenever you’re ready” he assured. that was the last you remembered. your fifth and final orgasm of the night had you seeing white. your eyes squeezed shut and your back arched off of the bed into a high c shape. you distantly heard eddie’s “holy shit” but you definitely felt him harshly rubbing your clit.

when you came to, you were laying in a puddle “fuck yeah, do it again” he murmured, starting to fuck into you again. you whined loudly as you felt the knot forming again, you didn’t have time to stop it before it exploded again, eddie once again rubbing your clit to ride it out as he pulled out before pushing back in.

“so fucking sexy when you squirt on my cock” he murmured softly, leaning over you. “open your mouth” he commanded softly “gotta wash it out since you’ve forgotten how to use manners when speaking to people” he hummed softly, placing his thumb in your chin as you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. he hummed softly as he bent forward and spit onto your awaiting tongue. you moaned softly as you swallowed it and you stared up at him.

“god, i love it when we make up” he murmured softly.

“ruin my makeup” you begged softly.

“yeah baby? want me to make a mess hmm? paint your pretty little face with my cum?” he asked softly.

“please” you pouted up at him.

he smirked as he crawled up and straddled your chest. ”my filthy little cheerleader, stick out your tongue” he hummed softly, tapping the head of his dick on your slightly parted lips. you followed his order and he cursed softly as he began to rapidly stroke his cock over your face. you helped him out by flicking your tongue along his tip. “shit shit shit, cumming” he groaned loudly as he painted your face in his cum, his eyes squeezing shut.

once eddie had finished, he gently cleaned you up with a warm cloth before getting you into the bathtub. he was gently cleaning you off as he hummed your favorite song to you, and pressed soft kisses along your hairline. “‘m sorry for callin you a freak” you whispered quietly from your place on his chest.

“yeah?” he hummed “‘m sorry for callin you a bitch” he murmured softly. “and for not supporting you. ‘s not fair that you’re always at my campaigns but i don’t come to your games” he whispered as he kissed your shoulder.

“it’s okay” you whispered softly.

“i’ll be at the next one. i promise” he murmured, holding out his pinkie to you. you giggled as you interlocked your pinkies and kissed his hand as he did the same. “didn’t hurt you right?” he whispered, gently checking your bruises.

“no eds… liked it, i promise” you nod softly.

“i really did corrupt you, pretty cheerleader,” he smirked.

“i love you eds” you whispered, relaxing against his chest. “told m’parents i was staying with you this mornin before you picked me up” you yawned softly, snuggling into him.

“i love you too, you little menace” he murmured softly “sleep, i’ll get you cozy” he assured softly.

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𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → eddie uses his new found knowledge to his power

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → oral sex (f!receiving), hair pulling, masturbation (m!receiving), pervert!steve, roommate!steve, dom!eddie, cuck!steve, cum play, sub!steve, squirting, threesome (kinda), overstimulation, spitting, crying during sex, cumming in pants, some mxm, all acts are consensual, lmk of anymore! 18+ ONLY

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𝕒𝕟 → this came to me in a dream…

pervert | part one

after the night steve had listened to you and eddie through the walls, the three of you were sitting in the living room, watching a movie that steve had brought home from work. the air was tense for the two men, but you were none the wiser.

you were contently curled into eddie’s side, his arm around your shoulders as he gently stroked your bicep. your body was adorned only in eddie’s hellfire shirt and a pair of lace panties. if steve casted his gaze downward, he could see the outline of your puffy little cunt and the small wet patch that decorated the pretty lace.

“do you remember what we talked about this morning, princess?” eddie hummed lowly in your ear, to which you nodded. eddie had asked you how you’d feel if he shared you with steve one day. once he calmed your woes, assured you that he knew you’d only wanted him, and that this was as much for his pleasure as it was your’s, you enthusiastically agreed. “spread ‘em” he murmured, gently tapping your thigh with two fingers.

you shifted yourself so that your head was laid upon his lap, your bottom half facing the couch that steve was sitting on and spread your legs. “look at that,” eddie hummed, running two fingers along your clothed slit before pressing down on your clit, causing you to moan softly. steve chanced it, glancing over and practically choking on the air in the room as he quickly averted his gaze from the erotic and intimate scene in front if his eyes.

“i said look harrington,” eddie practically growled. the dominance laced in his tone causing you to moan and buck your hips into his hand. steve couldn’t help himself. something about eddie told him to obey. his tone and his personality alone commanded submission from him, and that’s exactly what steve gave the long haired man. and once he chanced a glance, he couldn’t tear his eyes from your beautiful cunt.

“pretty” he choked out.

“she is pretty, isn’t she?” eddie boasted. “come over here and taste,” he nodded. without a second thought, steve was obeying the command. it took his brain a few seconds to catch up to his body, and once it did, he was already kneeling on the floor between your spread legs. he didn’t even know when you had switched positions. he pressed the palms of his hands on the insides of your thighs, spreading them further, before throwing your legs over his shoulders and sniffing up your panty-clad pussy.

“fuck,” he whimpered quietly, pressing his tongue against your clothed core, making the wet patch grow as he made out with your pussy over your panties. you whined loudy, bucking your hips up.

“easy princess, give ‘im a minute,” eddie murmured “he’s pussy drunk right now. been waitin’ ages for this moment, let ‘im take his time” you nodded along to eddie’s command, immediately stilling your hips and allowing steve to lick and sniff at your clothed cunt.

“fuck you smell so good” he grunted softly, grabbing the band of your panties with his teeth and tugging them down your legs. he was awe struck the second he laid eyes on your bare center. eddie couldn’t help but smirk down at him as steve couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“whenever you’re ready stevie,” eddie murmured calmly, allowing steve a minute to truly take in the heavenly sight in front of him. steve leaned forward and pressed a hesitant kiss to your clit. he whimpered the second he got a taste, pulling back to watch the remnants of you and eddie’s late afternoon session drip from your clenching hole.

“clean my cum from her cunt, harrington” eddie commanded. steve nodded rapidly, reaching up two fingers and slowly pushing eddie’s cum in before poking his tongue out and licking up your slit, starting at your hole and ending at your clit. once he got a taste of the mixture of you and eddie, he couldn’t get enough. he made lewd slurping sounds as he sucked eddie’s cum from your cunt and made out with your partially overstimulated pussy.

“stevie” you whimpered quietly, fisting your hands into his hair and tugging against the roots. he moaned softly, not deterring from his work cleaning eddie’s creampie from your pussy. “i wanna cum” you moaned softly “can i cum?” you directed your question to eddie, looking up at him as you asked. he silently nodded and you moaned loudly as you felt your cum gushing out of your cunt and onto steve’s face.

he moaned softly, kitten licking up your cunt to finish cleaning you off. you had been overstimulated more than enough and pushed weakly at his head, whining quietly and trying to buck away from the pleasure. once steve was sure he got all of eddie’s cum off your cunt, he pulled away, swallowing and looking up at you in all of your post orgasmic bliss.

“did i tell you to stop?” eddie raised a daring brow as he looked at the boy between your thighs. steve looked up at eddie like a deer in the headlights. confused, because he followed instructions and obeyed. cleaning his cum from your pussy and even making you cum in the process.

steve frowned as he began to stutter. “but… b-but i… well i just thought that—“ he fumbled uselessly.

“you stop when i tell you to, harrington” eddie commanded, grabbing him by his hair, tugging harshly at the roots and shoving his face back into your cunt. you and steve let out simultaneous whimpers as eddie shoved his face as far into your pussy. “that’s it, good boy” eddie grunted softly. “yeah, lick her pretty pussy real good harrington, get in there” eddie commanded. “stick your fucking tongue out” he grunted, pulling steve back by his hair.

steve blindly followed his order, pushing his tongue out of his mouth and looking at eddie for his approval. eddie was silent as he shoved steve’s face back into your center, tugging his hair in different directions, giving his tongue a path to follow as he licked at your weeping core.

tears were falling from your eyes as your hips bucked erratically. “take my cock out” eddie commanded, looking at you. you nodded quickly, reaching over and undoing his belt before unbuttoning his jeans and fishing his cock from his boxers. eddie used his free hand to push his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

the head of his dick was leaking precum and his tip was red and angry. he held his hand up to your mouth, and you knew what he wanted without him having to ask. you leaned forward and spit into the palm of his hand. eddie pulled steve away from your pussy and held his hand out to him. “spit” he commanded simply and steve followed. once his hand was covered in both your’s and steve’s spit, he shoved steve’s face back into your core and began stroking his thick dick, moaning softly.

steve began sucking harshly at your clit and you whimpered, squeezing your legs around his head. “keep ‘em opened” steve groaned, but it sounded closer to a whine as he pushed your thighs apart as far as they’d go so he could continue to devour your weeping pussy.

you didn’t know whether you wanted to look at steve between your thighs or eddie stroking his beautiful dick, so you gave up and squeezed your eyes shut. you basked in the euphoria of steve eating you like you were his last meal, his pretty whimpers and lewd slurping sounds, and eddie’s moans and groans as he stroked his cock to finish.

“wanna cum” you whined “gonna cum” you gasped “cumming!” you shrieked in warning before squirting, making a mess of steve’s face and chest. steve whimpered as he came in his jeans, squirming as he continued to suck at your cunt, cleaning the mess you made of yourself.

“get over here, stevie” eddie commanded. steve followed his order, crawling to kneel between eddie’s spread thighs instead. “open your mouth, stick out your tongue” he moaned as he squeezed his cock from base to tip. once steve followed the order, eddie’s strokes against his own cock became even faster. “fuck, fuck, cumming!” he warned before his cum shot from the tip of his cock and all over steve’s face.

both you and steve whimpered, you squirming in your seat at the erotic sight. his cum landed on steve’s cheek, his forehead, and some on his tongue. steve moaned softly as he closed his mouth and swallowed the small drop of cum seated on his tongue. “clean him up, princess” eddie nodded.

you nodded rapidly, moving like lightning from your seat. you straddled steve’s lap and stuck out your tongue, cleaning eddie’s cum off of steve’s face and moaning at the taste. you pulled away and looked up at eddie from your place on steve’s lap once you’d finished. “did you cum in your pants?” eddie teased, mocking a pout. steve couldn’t help but nod quickly. “good boy” he hummed softly, gently scratching at steve’s scalp.

“go on and get cleaned up and we’ll finish our movie” he hummed softly. steve nodded and you climbed off his lap and curled back into eddie’s chest. steve stood and turned to go to the shower. “oh stevie, don’t forget these!” eddie smirked, handing him your ruined panties. steve gulped before turning to go shower.

what the fuck just happened…?

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𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 // 𝕖𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕤𝕙

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → your bedroom shares a wall with your roommate steve’s. unbeknownst to you, he listens in every night, fucking his hand to the sinful sounds you make while your boyfriend fucks you within an inch of your life

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → riding, hair pulling, masturbation (m!receiving), drugs, pervert!steve, roommate!steve, listening in on sex(?), orgasm denial. choking, dom!eddie, dark!steve, lmk of anymore! 18+ ONLY

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 965

𝕒𝕟 → babe wake up, ameliora-j finally posted a new fic

tucked against eddie’s chest as some random black sabbath album played loudly in an attempt to drown out the sounds you were letting out as his cock hit that heavenly spot inside of you repeatedly. your nails dug deep into the blades of his shoulders as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “fuck eddie” you whimpered softly. you were riding him, but in truth you were quite useless in the situation as he was the one doing most of the work. the blunt the two of you had just shared left you pliant, allowing him to do all of the work.

“that’s it baby, can feel your gorgeous little cunt—fuck—squeezing me so nicely. so—shit—so tight” he breathed as he tugged your hair to pull your head back so that he could suck beautifully dark hues into your neck.

unknown to you, your roommate could hear each and every one of your gorgeously sinful sounds. you sounded so wrecked. and he couldn’t help but wish it was his cock splitting you open every night instead of eddie ‘the freak’ munson. his pants and boxers were pulled down to his ankles, his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking ferociously as he imagined his hand was your pussy. he knew without ever seeing it that it’d be the most beautiful pussy he’d ever laid eyes on.

he didn’t even need any lube, the head of his dick leaking immense amounts of precum to make enough lubrication to easily guide his hand up and down. he’d learned your sounds, knew exactly what sounds you’d make when you were just nearing the edge and constantly timed his end to be with your’s, some nights edging himself for hours on end when munson felt particularly sadistic, forcing you to hold it in as he ravaged your poor little cunt. “fuck yn” steve grunted, unable to stop himself from bucking into his hand as he listened to your moans.

he felt disgusting. sick and perverted, but he just couldn’t stop himself. you sounded so beautifully fucked out, and he couldn’t help but wish he could see you. your hips stuttering and breathless pants coming out. your pretty little whimpers and the way you’d bite your lip to try and keep quiet. the way your eyes probably rolled back in your head when you fell apart. and the helpless little whines you’d let out when eddie told you that you couldn’t cum yet. those nights felt like a punishment for both you and steve, yet you’d never be able to know that you were punishing your roommate as well.

“eddie… eddie please ‘m gonna cum” you whimpered softly. you uselessly attempted to swivel your hips to get him back to that heavenly spot. his ringed hand wrapped around your throat, beautifully cutting off your air supply as he smirked up at you through hooded eyes.

“beg” he demanded simply. you whined loudly, tears cascading down your cheeks like a flowing river. you weren’t against begging, especially not in this state. you’d do anything to please eddie. to be his good little cocksleeve as he puts it. your head was swimming in lust and all you wanted was to cum. to fall gloriously off that cliff in a way that only eddie could make you.

so beg you did. stuttering and babbling out useless nonsense mixed in with pleas and his name. sobbing harshly from the exertion of holding back your orgasm as eddie looked up at you with a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. almost like he knew something you didn’t. “cum now.” he commanded “let stevie boy hear how gorgeous you sound when you cream on my cock.” you have no idea why he continued to speak, for the second he uttered the word ‘cum’ you were already falling apart. your pupils dilating so that no color could be seen except black and your vision going white as you screamed his name out in pure bliss, creaming on his cock just like he had asked you to.

steve’s ears perked up when he heard eddie say his name. he had no time to process it further, however, as his cock had already begun spurting the second he heard you scream out and bliss. “god fuck shit” he grunted loudly as he blew his load. he tried to be quiet, truly he did, but eddie heard it all. and listening to steve ‘the hair’ harrington cum simply on eddie’s command enacted his own orgasm. the three of you sat, steve in the room just behind the wall of your’s, moaning out in pure bliss as each of you rode out your orgasm.

steve had never cum so hard in his life. it went everywhere. spurting onto his abs and up to his chest, even making his thighs a sticky mess as his balls clenched up and his head weeped with small remnants of his cum. he whimpered quietly as he continued stroking, simply torturing himself as he rode out his orgasm. his hips bucking erratically, unable to decide whether his cock wanted more or less.

he squeezed his eyes closed. panting in an attempt to steady his breathing. “fuck” he breathed. the freak definitely knew steve was listening in on your nightly sessions with eddie. and steve couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

meanwhile, eddie sat on the other side of the wall, trying to decide what to do with this new found information that the hair fucked his hand to the sounds you and eddie made in bed. he had both of you wrapped around his gorgeously ringed finger. knowledge is power. and eddie simply couldn’t wait to use this power he had over steve to both your and his advantage.

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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕚

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → but… that’s the thing about promises harry. they’re made to be broken

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → angst, wolfstar, theo nott, arguing, wishing death upon people, ravenclaw reader, lots of swearing and arguing, regulus black is alive no i absolutely do not take criticism, crying, lowkey pick me reader, ginny weasley slander, harry potter slander, harry’s a dick we hate him over here

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 4k

𝕒/𝕟 → the long awaited part two :)

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𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥 // 𝕣𝕨 𝕩 𝕙𝕡 𝕩 𝕟𝕝 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → you ask vampire!ron and his friends to use you however they want

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → smut, blood kink, spit kink, vampire au, predator/prey, foursome, anal, plugs, squirting, overstimulation, oral (m! and f!receiving), heavy degradation, a little bit of praise, blood consumption, power imbalance, hints of dubcon, safeword is in place, hair pulling, choking, mention of bruising, dacryphilia, creampie, vibrator, spanking, clit spanking, power imbalance, i didn’t write the aftercare but aftercare does occur after

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 → 4.4k

𝕒/𝕟 → babe wake up ameliora-j is posting again

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𝕨𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕚 // 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣!𝕔𝕨 𝕩 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → charlie is a bouncer at the club where you work and a mutual friend sets the two of you up

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → fluff, i made up a family/siblings for the reader, best friend!fleur, stripper!reader, i think that’s it

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 2.5k

𝕒/𝕟 → this one is boring cus it’s just the beginning of the series, but i promise it’ll get more interesting as the story goes on. this is just an introduction to the story :)

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words: 2k (THESE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT HEADCANONS!!!!!)

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