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creepyrasta · 10 months

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Stalking the Stalker

So this is my very first Ticci Toby x Reader story.

RATED M

It was another usual evening as you lay in bed. You’re absentmindedly turning a smooth, flat stone over in your hand as the sound of a cheesy laugh-track crackles through the tv static across the room. You can’t stand this show. You glance at the remote before snatching it up to hit the power button, letting out a huff. A cool breeze drifts in through the open window and the sound of rain picks up outside, but as you listen, there’s another sound— one that would send a shiver down anyone else’s spine— but not yours. Leaves crunch below the window, undoubtedly the sound of footsteps. A sly smile crosses your lips as you listen, you know exactly who it is. The sound continues on for a few minutes before it fades out, leaving you with the sliver of knowledge that your nightly visitor had just made his rounds and was likely headed back to his hideout deep in the forest.

This had gone on for a while now, and upon discovering who this person was, you became excited in a morbid sense.

You remembered him from the store down the street— a tall, lanky young man with dark curly hair and even darker eyes obscured by round orange glasses. He’d kept his face partially covered by a cloth he wore around his neck, giving him quite a mysterious demeanor. Your memories take you back to that evening when you saw him again, only after hearing the same sounds outside your window as on this particular night— The sound of footsteps drew closer to the side of your house for the fifth day in a row now, and you knew you just had to look this time. Without turning on the bathroom light, you crept inside to go to the window, which happened to be on the same side as your bedroom. You slowly peeked around the side of the window frame to catch a glimpse of the man with the covered face you’d accidentally bumped into at the shop down the road. He appeared to be trying to peer into your bedroom window. You noticed he was armed with two hatchets that hung from some kind of holster around his waist— and those same orange glasses over his eyes. You smiled to yourself, somewhat flattered, but at the same time it intrigued you to the core. You needed to find out more about this guy, and why he was stalking you.

You grin, getting up from your bed to shut off the light. Little does he know you’ve been following his every move whenever he’s busy doing anything besides watching you… He has no idea what he is getting himself into. You get back into bed, not bothering to close the window as you faintly hear the footsteps receding.

A few more weeks of your stalking game went on, and he would show up either with or without your knowledge, possibly entering your home while you slept for all you knew. But you’d tracked his movements to a small building way out in the woods, not particularly far from where you lived. You would watch through the windows as he engaged in various activities— everything from sharpening those hatchets he carried everywhere, to some rather… intimate events he would indulge in frequently, with a photo you couldn’t quite see the contents of gripped tightly in one hand. You should’ve felt embarrassed or ashamed for witnessing it, but for whatever reason, it only spurred you on in this sort of sick game the two of you were caught in. It didn’t take very long for you to come up with a plan, assuming he had one in mind as well… It would only be a matter of who was faster when it came to taking action.

Putting on your dark colored sweatshirt and boots, you prepare to venture out into the woods where you know he will be lurking. You have a knife tucked away in the big pocket of your hoodie, but no real intention of using it unless it’s absolutely necessary. You have something a little different in mind.

It’s almost dark outside when you reach the path that leads to his little shack. To the untrained eye, the trail looks like one used by animals rather than people, barely there unless one knows what to look for. You follow it with light, cautious steps until you come to the beginning of the clearing where his home is located.

Then, you see him.

He seems to be about to head in your direction, which isn’t exactly ideal, but you will improvise. You crouch down behind a large bush at the edge of the clearing, watching him move closer and closer until he’s almost right next to you. He abruptly stops walking then to look around, but he quickly decides to keep moving, and that’s when you make your first move— you swiftly stand to take off running towards the shack, instantly catching his attention with the sudden sound and motion. He stands there for a moment in what you can only assume to be shock, before you hear him chasing after you. You let him catch up to you, turning swiftly to stand face to face with him as he stares at you, his dark eyes visible behind those orange lenses in the moonlight, scanning over your face.

“W-What are you doing out here?” he questions, noting your lack of fear. That’s different, he thinks. You both begin to move slowly, keeping distance between you, it is reminiscent of sharks circling their prey.

“Same thing you were about to do,” you smirk knowingly, glancing down at his empty hands, fully aware of how close they are to his weapons.

“So you-you know I’ve been following you?” he asks, fascinated. His head tilts to one side slightly while he continues to move, never taking his eyes off you.

You nod. “Yes, and I’ve been following you, Toby,”

He chuckles then, a deep sound from within his chest, “So, wh-what are you gonna do about it?”

You stop moving, taking a step straight towards him as you make to answer. “Well, you see… I was just getting to that part,”

His eyes flash with something you can’t quite decipher before you lunge at him. His hands shoot out to attempt grabbing at you, but you whirl out of his reach, your eyes trained on the hatchet on his left hip. You know exactly what you want, and you are going to do it.

“I’m af-afraid it won’t be so easy,” Toby says amusedly, taking the hatchet from his right side to hold it up in front of him, turning it in his hand before looking past the blade of it at you.

“We’ll see,” you challenge him, ready for whatever will come next. This time it’s Toby who advances on you, and to say he’s fast is an understatement. Within the split second it takes for him to close the distance between you, he draws back to swing the blunt end of the hatchet, but you manage to grip his wrists when he brings it down; it narrowly misses your shoulder as you dodge the hit. You waste no time in giving his legs a hard kick, leaning just out of his reach when he falls and tries to grab ahold of you. You’re able to knock the remaining holstered hatchet out of its place in the same motion. It thuds to the forest floor and you instantly snatch it up, grinning down at him wickedly. His gaiter had fallen down around his neck during the scuffle, revealing his scarred face. He looks up at you with a bewildered expression, curious to see what you might do next. You really hadn’t been lying about following him, huh? With the way you anticipated nearly every move he made, it was evident.

“Are you flirting with me?” he asks suddenly, a lopsided grin stretching across his lips.

You flash him with a sly smirk before drawing back with the wooden end of the hatchet to knock him out.

“Easy enough,” you huff, raking your eyes over his unconscious form.

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Your room is quiet except for the sound of the wind as it ruffles through the tree outside your window. You sit beside your bed, where Toby is carefully tied to the metal bed frame by his wrists and ankles— not so much for safety purposes… Mostly, uh, something else.

About a half hour passes by before you start to hear him stirring, his deep brown eyes flutter open to look at you and you’re glad for the absence of those orange glasses then. He almost smiles at the sight of you, but as he goes to move, he realizes he can’t. You see a very brief flash of something—panic, maybe?— cross his features. “Wh-what’s this all about?” he demands, his eyes wide.

“Relax, will you? You might even enjoy what I’ve got planned for you,” you answer smoothly, standing up from your chair. He watches you move closer, until you’re right at the edge of the bed beside him. You slowly climb onto the mattress and straight onto his lap to straddle his hips.

Toby clears his throat, looking up at you with lidded eyes now. “O-Oh… So it’s like that, i-is it?” he continues, relaxing; his eyebrows raising as he stares into your eyes. The feeling of having someone so deadly at your mercy is a heady feeling, to say the least. Without warning, you reach up with one hand to lace your fingers into his soft curly hair, tugging his head back to expose his neck. You lean down to begin licking and sucking over his pulse, and Toby’s breath hitches sharply. You smirk against his skin before grinding your hips into his, this time earning a gasp, “C-Come on, Y/N… This is no fair,”

You lean back to meet his now hazy eyes, smiling sweetly. “If this is about fairness, well… I did catch you first, after all,” you cast him a mischievous smile, “You’re mine, fair and square.”

He grins impishly at your words, realizing how much he’s actually enjoying this power dynamic. You watch his wrists strain against the ropes he’s tied with while you continue to slowly rock against him, hearing every sound he makes in response. You move in close to kiss him deeply, and he wishes he could touch you then, having dreamt of this moment many times before where his hands are gently squeezing you in all the best places.

“Mm, fuck..!” he hisses against your lips when you grind down on him particularly hard, his gaze intense as he watches you pull away, almost making you feel intoxicated. Toby is honestly quite surprised to find that you might be just as deranged as himself in this particular way. He never would’ve imagined things turning out the way they currently are, especially with the tables turned on him… It’s really something else.

“I’m gonna show you what happens when you stalk a stalker, Toby,” you say in a near-whisper as you sit up, your hand slowly unzipping his sweatshirt to smooth over the black skintight material of his shirt. He looks like he’s about to comment, a smirk forming on his lips, but the words catch in his throat when he feels your fingers trace over his belly and then down to the bulge in the front of his pants, where you lightly squeeze. He closes his eyes as his hips buck against your touch. This was all just so unexpected.

“You-You’re really driving me wi-wild here, y’know…” he says in an almost strained voice. You begin to unbuckle the belt around his hips, and then the front of his pants where you pull them down enough to free his throbbing cock. It’s just how you remember it from watching him touch himself all those times, but now you will be the one to control his pleasure. His lips are parted while he watches you wrap your fingers around his length, beginning a slow pace of strokes.

“So, tell me… What’s that picture you look at when you do this to yourself?” You ask lowly, eyes glinting playfully as if you already know the answer, but just want to hear him to say it.

Toby bites his bottom lip and his eyebrows knit together when you squeeze his cock tighter, stroking him faster.

Christ, you really know how to get him all riled up, don’t you? Between hearing that you watched him masturbate and the way his dick is currently in your hand—both of those things at the same time— Toby can’t decide what excites him more; it’s almost too much.

“I-it’s… Your picture that I-I stole,” he stammers, his breath quickening with every motion of your hand. This makes you smile in delight.

“Such a naughty boy, you are…” You purr, feeling his dick pulse as you speak. You suddenly remove your hand and Toby whines softly, his brown eyes curiously moving up to your face. His eyes widen when he sees you begin to move down his body until you’re level with his cock, he swallows hard.

“Oh, most def-definitely,” he says playfully, wetting his lips. “Make sure y-you punish me good,” he chuckles, finding himself so insanely turned on by what is about to happen. His body tenses when you swirl your tongue over the head of his length, looking into his eyes as you do so. You notice his jaw clench as you begin to suck only the sensitive tip of him. He lets his head fall back against the pillows on your bed with a loud moan, overcome with the sensation of suddenly slipping down your throat, you start to suck him mercilessly.

“F-Fuck, Y/N..! I’m gonna.. gonna cum,” he gasps breathlessly, then lets out a tortured groan as you let his cock slide out of your mouth. You smile up at him, your hand moving to lightly squeeze his balls.

“Not until I say so,” you inform him, lightly tracing your tongue up the length of him. You’re loving the idea that Toby has no clue that he is about to be pushed to the limits as you take him down your throat once again, bringing him back to the edge of cumming before you pull away again. You repeat this process about twelve more times, alternating between using your hands and mouth, until Toby finally is able to muster words.

“Holy fu-fuck.. Please, Y/N, let me cum. Please… I’ll do wh-whatever you want,” he begs, his chest heaving and his face reddened from all of your teasing. You hum softly, admiring the sight of him beneath you.

“Good boy,” you say, satisfied with his pleading. You finally let him slip past your lips, and he shudders. This time you swallow his cock, your hands smoothing over his stomach as you feel his entire body arch into your touch. His breathing turns to a series of gasps as thick ropes of hot cum shoot straight down your throat. Toby lets out an animalistic moan, his hips jerking under you; you continue to gently milk him, drawing out the intense feelings of his release.

Once he is mostly still, you slowly climb up to face level with him. “How’d you like that?” you ask slyly, grinning at him.

All Toby can manage is a whimper in response, still trying to catch his breath.

“I’m not done with you yet though,” you whisper against his neck.

#ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #smut #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #fem!dom #sub!toby #edg!ng

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nai2fly · 8 months

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Brat.

A/n: Honestly just sum that's stuck in my head and had to post. This was not checked in anyway so sorry for the miss spelling and the lack of sense.

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"Fuck!" he groaned as you rubbed him through his pants. "Please baby stop fuckin teasing m-me!" You pull away from him and he lets out a pitiful whine while trying to chase your hand, almost grabbing you forgetting he can't touch without permission.

"Honey if I didn't know better, I'd take you for a slut with the way you're acting right now." You tease as you dig into his thighs so close yet so far from his dick, "where do you want me to touch you baby?" You take his cock out of his pants starting to rub him hoping for a reaction.

"c'mon honey answer me." You say in a demanding tone only to be rewarded with a slight whine. Keeping the pace looking up at him you realize he's the only one getting off on this. you rub harder in an attempt to get something out of him, only to catch him to staring at your lips. As his bottom lip is being tucked between his teeth holding back any sounds that might give you satisfaction.

Abruptly stopping at the base of his dick. "This isn't going to work." You say as he pathetically tires to rut into your hand only for you to let go. You ponder trying to think of a good way to get him to submit. He finally lets his voice loose in an attempt to get you to touch him.

"You know you want to touch me so stop fucking stalling," he grumbles. Ignoring the please and grunts you finally come up with an idea, one not to enjoyable but not to depressing.

Grabbing his shaft at a slow sickening pace circling his tip, he rewards you with a dragged out moan. "F-fuck, baby is this punishment from earlier?" He questions sounding out of breath.

"What do you think?" You question as you squeeze his balls, "do you think it's fun watching my play thing being pounced on by a bunch of bitches? Or, do you like the attention that much that you have to parade yourself everywhere we go?"

He knows he should feel bad but they're not even dating so why does she care? Shuddering he lets out a breathy moan, "you know how to tease a man I'll give you that sweetie" a moan interrupting him as you tease along his chest, "b-but you're going to get sick of teasing soon princess."

"oh no baby," you say before sucking on his neck while pinching his nipple earning a nice loud whimper, "I'm going to fucking enjoy every second of this, it's clear to me that you want my attention, Or do I have that wrong?" You squeeze the tip of his dick making him shudder, "Do you want to have other people gawking at the sight of you? Am I not enough for your whorish fantasies? " He shudders at the fact that you're all riled up for him and he loves the fact that you're jealous of the idea that others can get their grimy hands on what you have. Then he notices you look his body up and down. He starts preparing a bratty remark until your eyes lock.

He sucks in a harsh breath unable to speak as if all the air in his lungs were nocked out of him Suddenly he's hit with a waft of emotion. He eyes your mouth wanting for you to take him. Wanting you to kiss him so hard his lips go swollen, wanting so bad for you to just claim him. Wanting you to mark him to the point he can't hide it. Wanting you to let others know he's yours. Wanting you to keep him and brag about him to others. He want you to make him feel loved.

He'll never say it though.

Lips merely a centimeter away from each other so close but you don't connect them, not wanting to give that privilege. You remove your hands from the back of his head and start to push his length back into his pants. "No baby please no," sounding to desperate for his liking. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease baby please I need it, I need you please." His voice trails down to a small desperate whisper. He begs so nicely but you don't notice the gravity of his words.

You sigh dramatically, "what a shame if only you acted like this at the beginning sweetie, things could have gone a bit better." You fix yourself and look into your compact mirror to fix any trace of this happening.

Not wanting you to leave him he tries to step to you only to notice that his legs have gone numb. He realizes a bit too late and it causes him to trip onto you. You push him off.

Not wanting to give up he tires begging again on his knees just how you like him, "I'll be good I promise please, you -fuck- please just don't leave me like this." He grabs onto the sides of your legs hoping you'll stay.

Swatting his hand away, "you beg so nicely when you want me to have my way with you buttt," grabbing your purse making sure everything is in there, "You know the rules; brats don't get rewards, they get punishments. And you can thank yourself for making this game more fun!" You blow a kiss as you open the door. "Be a good boy next time and I'll give you what you want." you hold a cheeky smile as you leave him there dumb founded.

His eyes water as he watches you leave him. He didn't know how bad he wanted this, but who can he blame other than himself? He stayed seated for a while, then he stood on his legs when they were ready, cleaning himself up and wiping his tear stained face. Hoping the next time you'll give him a chance.

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A/n: idk if this is a one shot lmk if you want a part two tho!

ok so I edited this again, because reading back it was kinda off and I didn't like the way it was at first it just lacked emotion. So I fixed it but I got carried away and I don't know if I should've just kept it the way it was of if this was fine. Anyway hopefully I'm going to make a part two. Oh and I don't have names for these characters so give me some name suggestions!

#dom reader #top reader #dom!reader #top!reader #male sub #sub character #sub!character #brainrot #stuck in my head #Nai2fly #light angst #angst no comfort #original character #dom fem reader #fem!dom

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niilue · 8 months

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ෆ ִ ׁ sub quifrey

(name) chokes qifrey during sex. orgasm denied. whinny qifrey

qifrey is so damn dirty and erotic when they're in bed. who knew the kind and charismatic professor could let out such whimpering and vulgar words when you touched him.

the man's unnecessary whining would not go unnoticed by anyone, good thing there was no one in the house, because it was too loud.

"shut your mouth, qifrey." you hiss as you parcimoniously run your hands up and down his hard, throbbing member.

"i… can't… can't… very good" he couldn't even compose a sentence because he was so excited and lost.

you squeezed his cock in your hands and watched as pre-seminal fluid slowly gushed from the tip of his reddish member.

he stirred violently, his legs flapping as he sought to ease the pain of not being able to come. his skin glistened with sweat and his breathing was erratic.

qifrey choked on his own saliva as he screamed and cursed because you wouldn't let him come. "hold still, hahahaha…look how nice your cock looks, all red and wet…" you teased, running your fingernail over his tip and spreading his fluids.

"ughh! I'm going to die (name)" he said almost convulsing and taking your hands to move them quickly so he could reach the acclaimed climax. "don't stop, don't.. AHH! let me aa…" he whined biting his lips and looking at you with teary eyes.

he formed a tantrum for not being able to take control of his body and free himself from the knot in his belly that was burning inside him and making him squirm like a caged animal.

you grabbed him by the neck without warning and pushed him back onto the bed. "I want to see you try again" you exerted more pressure as you watched his mouth open like a fish looking for oxygen and strips of saliva escaped from the corner of his lips.

qifrey grinned like a maniac as he felt the air escaping from his lungs. it turned him on so much and you knew it.

"you like it like that, don't you? what a dirty boy." you crooned.

the man just nodded frantically. loving the sensation of running out of air and you still pumping his poor cock. he felt it was too much and could only laugh and roll his eyes because the excitement and the arousal he was feeling was so much.

it felt so dirty, vulgar and erotic. to have you take him in such a degrading way and make him look so pathetic, to cry because he wanted to cum. it was too exciting.

#dom!reader #sub character #sub qifrey #dom reader #qifrey #witch atelier hat #sub witch atelier hat #dom character #fem!dom #smut #smut warning #qifrey smut #qifrey x you

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katsuniverse · 2 years

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hey love! i was wondering (only if you're comfortable with it) if you could do a sub!james x dom!reader smut where the reader is a cam girl hehe

anyways i love your writing!!! xx

warning: sex worker reader, SMUT, sub!james, femdom!reader, male masturabtion, unprotected penetrative sex, praise kink, bondage, subspace, slight degradation , slight mommy kink if you squint -lemme know if there’s more

AN: this was fun to write cuz i love sub!james but anywaysss hope u enjoy.{edited} let’s not pretend this request wasn’t ages ago and i deadass thought i finished and posted it only to find it nestled into my drafts. anyways i started writing this forever ago, so if you see a maturity in my language, you know why lmao) pls don’t be mad :))) obvious modern au

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you were wearing something different, he noticed.

instead of the usual baby blue underwear, you were clad in a deep red lacy two-piece.

it extenuated your figure in a way that made you look more . . . assertive. as though you were looking down on him with a condescending grin, knowing how desperately he craves you.

except it wasn’t just him, unfortunately. every sunday at noon you would go live and entertain up to 5,000 people with your explicit vulnerability. letting everyone see your most sensitive parts and watch you as you tip yourself over the edge repeatedly.

you were james’s favorite. maybe it was in the way you would be doing the most erotic poses and making the most pathetic sounds yet still he would feel so mesmerized, so enamored that even he knew you were the one in control.

it was you that had him wrapped around your finger. it was you that made him so eager to clear off his schedule the moment he knew you would be live. it was you that made him feel aroused in a way that no ones else has seen or accomplished. and it was you that kept him wanting more even after his cheeks were heated, his thighs were trembling, his eyes were all glassy and his mind was all cloudy, only focused on you.

it was utterly shameful how often you were the star of his scenarios, the main character of his dreams and the supervisor of his mind.

now here he was, sitting on his bedroom floor in the closet so his parents wouldn’t here and wake from their slumber, watching as you run your hands down your body with a teasing smirk. he could feel that familiar haziness enter his head and it didn’t help you dressed in his favorite color, looking more ravishing than ever.

it didn’t even just stop at your outfit. you were matching in cherry red nails and heels, lips adorned in the ruby color, to go under your masquerade mask. he could feel the tent in his trousers tighten and he eagerly freed himself from the confines.

your eyes narrowed and your glanced towards the chat, deciding between all the entry’s of what you should do to tease the viewers next.

james scrambled to type a suggestion in hopes you would reply.

bambiboythechaser: love when you take your straps down and play with your tits

“hmm, bambi boy it is,” you cheerfully mutter, moving your hair away and slowly bringing down the strapes to your bra, one at a time.

your breasts fall out of their cups as you unclip the back and you make a show of pinching and pulling at your nipples. whimpers leave your throat, as you need at them.

james slows his pace with a fist around his cock, edging himself to enjoy your live. he watches as your hands hesitatingly wonder around your clothed naval, eyeing the chat for a request or offer to take them off.

bambiboythechaser: please take them off, wanna see all of you

a chuckle leaves your lips as you read the message, “ok bambi boy, seems like your extra active tonight then usual. well you know it’ll cost’ya, darling.”

james subconsciously bucks into his hand at the nickname, and makes quick work of sending the money. your eyes gleam as you see the payment and you teasingly run your fingernails downwards as you ease of the lacy panties.

a soft moan escapes him as he gets sight of your bare body. he’s always known you to be a beautiful woman but, every time is like the first time he wandered upon your content.

you slide your fingers through the arousal gathered at your folds and gently rub, leaning your head back to let out a slightly exaggerated moan. with heavy breathes you gaze down at the chat and easily notice how the viewers appreciate your lewd noises and view.

the bespectacled boys pupils zeroed in on your cunt as you quicken your pace and he does the same, wanting to finish with you. choked out gasps and moans fill the closet as he works his was towards the feeling building inside his stomach.

“get ready loves, i’m coming,” you mutter out, pushing your frame closer to the camera. james repeatedly rubs at his head as you curl your fingers to press on that one spot that has you seeing stars. you arch your back and cry out as the male releases on his stomach, whimpering as he comes down from his high.

you let out a happy sigh as you thank all your viewers and quickly dismiss yourself from the chat, reminding them to come back next week.

this was the part james was always curious about. what you did after ending the live and cleaning yourself up. did you study for school? did you even go to school? maybe you made dinner for yourself and took care of a pet. you seem like the pet-type, he thought.

but, that’s weird. he shouldn’t be thinking of you like that. he hasn’t even seen your real face and knows close to nothing about your actual identity. perhaps he’ll let it go.

if he can get you off his mind, that is.

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james combed back his unruly locks as he stood infront of his bathroom mirror. he was going over to his friends house. that friends parents conveniently being friends of his parents. that friend also being his first crush ever.

you had been friends since you were 12, james having fancied you since you were 15. is started out a just attraction towards you, post-puberty when his hormones took control.

however, he has soon noticed a pattern in the way his heart would flutter at your smallest affections and the wave of bitterness that would wash over him when seeing another boy try for your attention.

he had missed you over the few months you were separated in the summer and now that schools starting once again both of your parents scheduled a dinner party to catch up once again.

a sense of excitement passed over him at the thought of seeing you again. with that excitement however also came timidness. had you missed him as well? how had your summer been? had you been thinking about by him in the ways he was thinking about you? did you find someone to replace him in the weeks you were parted? he hoped not. surely you would never replace him.

he swiftly finished getting ready and met with his parents outside to apparate to your manor.

he couldn’t help but wonder if you looked different from when he last saw you. you were already naturally beautiful and he couldn’t imagine you getting anymore stunning.

he walked up the steps to your front door waiting for your appearance to ease the nerves eating away senses. to his disappointment it was your father who had led y’all inside and greeted his parents with a familiarity.

he chuckled, “you know y/n, always wanting to look her best. she should be down any minute, but in the meantime take a seat at the dinning table while we wait.”

james made sure he took the spot across from you, taking a bite of one of the rolls toward the center of the table.

in less than five minutes your heels could be heard clacking down the hallway and his head swiveled in the direction of the doorway, just as you make your way through the entrance.

he had to choke down a surprised gasp as you graciously strided down to your seat, a bashful flush decorating your cheeks.

“sorry for the wait. I couldn’t decide what dress to wear and-” you were cut off as james’s mother cut you off.

“oh dear, it’s alright we’re just happy too see you again. you don’t have to worry,” she sent you a warm smile, brushing away your fears in a heartbeat.

james could hardly focus on what anyone was saying. you looked. . . breathtaking. that was the only way to describe the sight in front of him. you were wearing a captivating red dress with a barely-appropriate cleavage and a slit down your left leg, exposing the smooth skin of your calve.

he shifted in his seat at the blood rushing downwards, trying to avoid the heat burning all over his face, ears, and neck.

the rest of the dinner went on with you trying to unsuccessfully maintain eye contact with him and james doing his best to avoid glancing at any part of your revealed physique.

after finishing up on desert, the parents made their way outside to drink and mingle while you convinced james to hangout in your room.

he was silent the whole time and you were worried he was conflicted with you, for something. determined to find out you quietly closed the door as soon as you both entered and turned so your back pressed against it.

he was facing the wall, away from you so you couldn’t see his expression making you walk over to him to see him staring at his shoes.

“jamie, why are you being so preserved? did I do something wrong? if so, you know you can tell me,” you spoke softly, taking your index finger and thumb to lift his head, and focus on you.

what you saw in his eyes startled you, seeing unexpected . . . lust clouding his irises. your eyebrows furrow as you place your palm against his cheek, feeling the warmth on his rosy flesh.

“why don’t I get you some water?,” you mutter, your feet carrying you to the bathroom.

james watches you walk out forgetting his promise to not stare at your figure, his gaze then landing on your dresser closest to the door.

despite his preoccupied mind, he noticed almost immediately the sparky item laying to the side of the surface. it was a masquerade mask. a sparkly masquerade mask. but no, not just any sparkly masquerade mask. her mask. the same girl he watched just nights ago in his room, jerking off to. the same girl he he saw finger herself and make herself come in front of hundreds of other people.

maybe he was being silly. perhaps they just happened to have the same mask. but then he walked over to you in the bathroom and he saw the same red heels, and the same red lingerie folded over in the corner on the counter.

your eyes zeroed in on him standing in the door way as you were applying your red lipstick on. he frantically turned to look at you and in an instant noticed the same red lipstick and nails.

“james, are you alright?,” you questioned, taking note of his widen eyes and struck-filled expression.

“i-it’s you. you’re h-her. she’s you. I saw you … n-naked,” he stuttered out, still staring at you in disbelief.

realization dawned on you as you took in his words. he was you naked, he doubled at the sight of your lingerie and heels. had he watched one of your lives? was he a subscriber? did he comment on the chat and interact with you in your disguise and outfit?

“oh shit, james! you saw my video didn’t you?,” you whispered-yelled as you run a troubled hand through your hair.

“are you kidding? I’ve watched all your lives. I’m a regular. bambiboythechaser ring a bell?” he says back, the tent in his pants growing.

you curse, remembering the username constantly requesting on all your chants and wonder how you be so dense. you open your mouth to ask james when he started watching, but closed it quickly at his expression.

he was trying to remain looking somewhat serious, and you had previously detected his prominent boner, but now the need in his eyes was more obvious now than ever. you made a decision then, that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to take care of him for once, and took his face in your hands.

“I suppose you’ve always been my good boy, now haven’t you?”, his irises enlarge and it takes everything to not kiss him silly in that moment.

his tedious gulp doesn’t go unnoticed and you’ve half a mind to take the pad of your thumb and soothe the pinched skin in between his eyebrows. instead of a verbal response, he shakes his head. too excited to hesitate another moment, yet too anxious to speak.

you don’t mind taking control though. he knows that already by the sound of him hurriedly shuffling towards your bed. with a relaxed smirk from you, he takes his que to strip himself of the clothing shielding his body from your watchful gaze.

“my boy. so good. so eager for me, hm?” you take your time removing articles of clothing, one by one except for your bra and underwear. teasing him with your slow movements and eye contact. he flusters as the show of revealed bare skin.

it’s hits you then, as you crawl your way on top of him and place featherlight kisses upon his goosebump-riddled skin that this may be his first time. “tell me if you need me to stop at any time, ok pretty boy?” you lift your head to watch his face for any sign of opposition.

he hums and nods like the ever-needy angel he is. as you straddle his naked waist with your hips, you feel his weak attempt to thrust up towards you and you gently place his hands on your waist. his whimpers reach your ears like a melody you could never get tired of and you grind your hips down to get more.

the more your kisses on his neck turn sloppy the more confidence he gains to where he moves his hands to slide up and down you back then wraps his arms around your middle, as if scared to let you go. you reach around your back to unclasp your bra in an attempt to help him get more comfortable.

his eyes go wide like saucers and with a gentle nod of consent he dives forward. latching on to your tits and worshipping them with his hands. using his appreciation to make her feel good. after you pull away from his bruised flesh you gently lead him away from your breasts for a soft kiss as your hands grab each of his and hold them above his head while simultaneously leaning him back all the way on the bed. his soft moans are muffled by your mouth as your tongue finds the inside of his mouth. with a chaste peck to his lips, you lean back up and with one hand keep his hands together and the other, hold his cheek sweetly.

“you ok with trying something new with me, love?” you ponder as your hand leaves his face and digs into the drawer on your nightstand to pull out two, wine red silk ties.

his face turns the color of said pieces of fabric and with a sheepish grins mutters back a frantic ‘yes please’. with that you make quick work of tying his hands with a gentle kiss to each wrist and not to tight to cut off much circulation. you kiss down his body while rocking your hips downward. his whines for you to stop teasing, echo faintly in your ear and you mercifully decide to strip your bottom half of your panties and straddle him once more.

his jaw hangs open at the feeling of your wet cunt brushing against his skin. “jamie darling, I need you to look in my eyes and tell me your ready, ok?”

his dilated eyes find yours and he replies breathlessly”yes please. need you now, please”. with that, you gently life yourself above him and line him up, before sinking down.

a strangled sound leaves the poor boys throat and you brace your palms on his shoulders to steady yourself into a good rhythm. “what a pretty boy you are, hm? so pathetic looking, spread under me like a helpless little toy.” your words fuel him on more, and he braces his feet on the bed to meet up with your trusts, desperate to make you feel good.

the sounds of skin slapping with groans of your name and whimpers of his fill the room. you reach an angle that has him pressed firmly up to your g-spot and your eyes roll back as your back arches with a cry through teeth-bitten lips.

james is in an absolute daze. taking in your beauty and watching longingly as your tits bounce with each thrust of his and your movements. he reaches forward as much as he can to take a nipple into his mouth and flick his tongue around it, feeling himself get closer.

you cards your fingers through your hair and clench around him while appreciatively humming praises and his whines cause your skin to vibrate. “you close, love?” you breathlessly get out while he shakes his head ‘yes’ and switches nipples.

in an attempt to get you both to finish at the same time you reach one hand to rub your clit and the other to grab his hair and yank him up in a passionate kiss. he whimpers once again and you make a show of biting his bottom lip before pulling him away. “let’s come together, okay angel? can you do that pretty boy?”.

incoherent ‘yes’s fall from his swollen lips as you clench around him with a final thrust and fall apart as your body tingles and you reach your climax same time as james.

“thank you, mommy! thank you, thank you”, breathless words tumble out of him faster than he can register and he doesn’t even realize what he says after his head kills back and he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

your skin sticks together with sweat as you untie his hands and rub at his wrists to soothe any remaining ache.with a kiss to his forehead and a promise of return you pull away from him to grab a wet washcloth to clean you both up. afterwards, you climb into bed beside him and lift the covers up to cuddle as he lays on top of your and wraps his whole body around yours.

“you did so well for me james. so proud of you”, you brush through his hair with your fingers as he gives you pecks along your skin before softly dozing off. you turn of the light beside you as you cuddle closer to shortly shut your eyes along with him.

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love-domme · 1 year

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Pairing:Nightwing X fem/Gn dom!reader

CW: Edging, Overstim, Begging, Daddy k!nk, Pegging, Pet Name:Princess, Feminization Slight Degradation, Smut, Faux Blow Job, D/S dynamics, After Care

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It was late, or super early you suppose. Almost dawn and with the sun beginning to rise you hear a knock on the door as you take off your headset. Your annoyance growing by the minute due to what had just gone down. You swing the door open only to have a foolish grin meet your glare. Dick, better known by the moniker Nightwing, had just narrowly escaped a botched stealth mission that was under your command. He had strictly disregarded your orders and almost gotten himself killed. Yet through pure luck alone, he had completed the mission and gotten out of there alive. That wouldn’t stop you from killing him now.

His smile wavered a little under your gaze before widening into an ever cockier grin. Blood trickling from his forehead, a consequence of his actions. The first of many to come.

“Grayson.” You snarl before pulling him inside and slamming the door shut, throwing him onto the nearest chair. As you rummage through your cabinets you could hear him humming a tune. It quickly came to a stop as you turned around, his gaze fixed on you. You grabbed his chin, guiding his face to look up at you. Lips inches away as you inspected it for further scratches.

As you scanned his face, his lips parted slightly, inviting you to take what was already yours. The only thing stopping you was how he hadn’t stopped smiling in that way that made you want to slap him across the face. You wouldn’t though, he’d like that too much.

You pulled away and grabbed a cloth.

“Are you really that mad?” He asked, his smile replaced by a pout as he wrapped his arms around your leg in a tight hug.

“If you are……you should just punish me.” Yours eyes widened, before hardening and looking down at him only to be meet with the most conniving puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. Of course that’s what he wanted, such a masochistic brat at the worst times.

Finally, an idea popped into your head and you quickly raked his hair with your fingers. His eyes fluttered before slamming shut when you yanked his head back, a whorish moan falling from his mouth.

“That’s all you wanted wasn’t it, for me to treat you like the slut you are huh?” You say before biting him just below the jaw. He yelps before letting out an arrogant laugh.

“Mmm yes, punish me daddy” You pulled away, trying to hide the shock that had quickly consumed your expression. Dick had never called you that before. You’d both talked about titles in the past but he’d never showed any interest in this one. It took you by surprise yet pushed your actions further.

You smiled, throwing him off a little but he had already decided this is what he wanted and he wasn’t gonna lose his ground now.

“You’ve been acting like such a brat lately and of course, this was the reason…..Hmm, I suppose this’ll be fun.” Your smile growing more devilish as you finished cleaning up his wounds. Shortly after, you found yourself pulling him into the bedroom and telling him to get on the bed.

Putting on your harness you hear mumbles from where Dick, having already stripped, was sitting on the corner of the mattress. “What was that darling?” You ask in a voice that could cut diamond.

He turns away from you, seeing you get ready already making his brattiness falter, “Hurry up and fuck me already…..d-daddy…..” The stuttered command melting your heart a little, but not enough to stop you from what you had planned.

You ignored him and sat at the top of the bed, back meeting the headrest, at last beckoning him over. He turned and crawled his way to you, every part of his body still dripping with arrogance. Finally reaching you, you gave one simple command. “Suck.”

He knew what you meant, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to tease you a little. Giving kitten licks to only the tip of the strap as his half lidded eyes met yours, waiting for you to do something, anything.

You made no movement, only watching him. Your lack of action annoyed him. He wanted to be punished. To have you guide his head until he was choking and gagging on your strap unable to breath. Yet you did nothing. So he took matters into his own hands. Engulfing the entire strap in one go, ramming it to the back of his throat causing tears to swell in the corners of his eyes as he coated it in his spit. Repeating this action a couple more time, torturing himself slowly.

Just as he pulled off, you spoke. “Putting on such a good show for me princess.” That pet name going straight to his dick. “But remember who’s in charge.” His excitement grew as he took your words to mean that you would finally stop ignoring his body and actually punish him.

“Fuck yourself on my strap, princess.” Registering what you said, he sat up, an amalgamation of confusion and shock plastered on his face, like an awestruck puppy.

“B-but daddy….touch me! I want you to touch me! Haven’t I been bad? You should punish me for it remember.” His whines getting progressively louder as he reached for your hand.

You pulled away slowly, teasing him. “Why would I touch you? Only good boys get touched, and you haven’t been a very good boy recently, so like I said. Ride my strap or you don’t get to cum.”

He glared at you, an almost silent whimper escaping him as he slowly moved himself up, his hole hovering over the tip.

Small breathy moans leaving his mouth as he teased himself with the tip before fully lowering himself onto the strap. You watched as it was completely engulfed by his walls causing him to shiver.

It took him a minute, getting accustomed to the size, before lifting himself completely and slamming back down, biting his lip at a failed attempt to hide his moans.

You continued just watching, hands at your side as he bounced on your strap. Trying desperately to get off. This was the perfect punishment for him. Being ignored when he longed for your touch drove him insane. He continued this motion before switching to rotating his hips, trying anything to reach his high.

“Please….please touch me daddy, please! Anything.” He begged, moving faster as he got closer and closer to the edge. Yet he couldn’t finish, not without your touch.

You didn’t move, didn’t say anything, just watched and with that his orgasm was ruined. He lowered his head, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his groans. After the pain resided he started planting soft kisses up and down your neck while rotating his hips on the strap yet again. Moaning as he picking up the pace.

“P-please please daddy…..I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry! Please! Just touch me! I’ll be good…..so so good mmm” His muffled moans and pleas growing louder as the failed attempt at finishing repeated itself, faster this time due to the continued toying with his prostate.

“Aw princess, you always sound so pretty when you beg, fine.” With that, you flipped him over, the rough action met with a yelp from him. Without giving him a second to think you rammed into him hard and fast. Moans spilled out of his mouth as his eyes rolled to the back his head. Wrapping his legs around you to push you deeper inside.

“Mmm yes yes yes please, use me!! Fill me up please…harder!”

His ramblings becoming more and more incoherent as you picked up your pace. Your hand quickly finding his throat as you marked his toned stomach. The mixing of so many different stimulations finally giving him his much wanted release, covering his chest and stomach in cum.

You continued to pound into him, railing him through his orgasm. Yet when it finally came to a stop, you didn’t. Your pace didn’t slow as his dick hardened again.

“D-daddy…..what are you doing?” He tilted his head as his mouth formed an “O” shape.

“Did you think it was over? Of course not princess, remember what we’re here for. To punish you.” Pulling out completely and then ramming back directly into his sweet spot over and over and over.

“Mmplease….AH” He shouted, legs trembling as they grasped you tighter. Shooting even more cum from his sensitive tip, the overstimulation causing him to blackout completely.

With that, you pulled out slowly, planting small butterfly kisses all over his face. You slowly got up, smiling as you started running a bath and cleaning up as best you could. With everything ready you went back to Dick on the bed. Making sure to be gentle as to not startle him.

“Grayson, darling” you say, gentling kissing his forehead. “Get up, we need to clean you”

“Hmmmm….what?” He said groggily. “As he looked down at himself he remembered what had just happened and turned to look at you, eyes full of love. “Was I good boy? Did I redeem myself?”

“Aw darling, you were so good! I’m sorry if I went too far, I was just worried about you” you say, stroking his hair as you pulled him into a tight hug.

“No no, you didn’t…..I….I like it when you’re rough with me……” he said burying his blushing face deeper into your chest.

“Do you now….princess? Hadn’t noticed.” Your words deepening the red covering his face as he hugged you tightly.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up now, ok darling?” Leading him towards the warm bath.

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starrycollesta · 2 years

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♡ CAUGHT IN THE ACT ♡ [E.M]

━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x dom!reader

━━━━ WORDS ! 3.3k

━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! eddie goes over to your house and masturbates using your panties. you catch him and to eddie's surprise, you react way differently than he expected...

━━━━ INCLUDES ! pervert!eddie, sub!eddie, dom!reader, vaginal sex, hand job, creampie, lots of talk of cum, panty kink, plot but lots of smut, descriptive sex, smut, scent kink, masturbation, walking in on, degradation, edging, dacryphilia, eddie getting ruined, mentions of pegging, eddie has a secret crush on you, masochist!eddie, sadist!reader, some cute fluff at the end.

THANK YOU ALL FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!!😊🎉

A/N: all requests will get done soon. ive been super busy with life so i don't write as much. side note, the gif i picked for eddie is so hot omg

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Eddie knew what he is currently doing is wrong on so many levels. You've been his best friend for literal years, yet he couldn't stop the way his heartbeat faster and ached for your touch whenever you were near him. Though he gave the impression of confidence and never afraid to yell his feelings to the world but when it came to you, He just couldn't find the courage to tell you how he really felt about you. He didn't want to ruin years of friendship just because he had a major crush on you.

He settled for stealing your panties and sniffing them while he thrusts up into his closed fist, eyes rolling back painfully like a ravenous animal. Eddie made excuses for wanting to go in your bedroom so he could steal a pair of your panties. You thought nothing of it because how could you know of the dirty reasons behind Eddie's motives.

He remembered the day when you called to him from in the bathroom to grab the pile of clothes from off your dresser. He was already nervous and uncomfortably hard being in your room while you were in the shower completely naked. He had to think of the most unattractive scenarios to make his cock go limp but the thoughts of you lathering soap onto your soaking wet body prevented that.

Taking a deep breath and attempting ignore inappropriate thoughts, he moved closer to the dresser to grab the pile of clothes before stopping dead in his tracks. On the dresser, there was a neatly stacked pile of clothes with lacy bright pink underwear peaking in the mix. Even after being friends with you for years, Eddie has never seen your underwear before. The closest he's ever gotten to that was seeing you like that was when you wore in a big t-shirt that barely went up to your knees.

Without even thinking he grabbed the garment from the pile and brought it up to his nose. Like a pervert, he quietly let out a moan in the panties as he caught a whiff of your sweet aroma. The panties smelled of cotton candy and you. On the accessions he'd been able to smell you, you'd always smell lovely. He sometimes made-up excuses to be around you just to smell you. Being able to smell your scent did nothing to stop his hard-on.

With one last whiff he quickly stuffed the panties into his jean pocket and opened a few dressers to find a different pair of underwear for you. He bit his lip as he found an array of multicolored panties, all different styles. He had to restrain himself from grabbing all the panties and attempting to stuff them into his pockets. He grabbed a random pair of panties and prayed that you wouldn't notice the change in underwear style and possibly question him.

As if nothing ever happened, Eddie knocked on the door and you opened it a crack so he could slip the pile into your damp hands. Eddie could smell the fumes of your favorite shampoo rafting throughout the fogging bathroom.

That night he ejaculated the hardest he ever did in his life.

However, many times he debated with himself to put your panties down and throw them away, he just couldn't bring himself to it. You just smelled so perfect and sweet he couldn't get you out of his head. It was his dirty secret.

He wondered what you'd think if you saw him using your panties while masturbating...

Would you call him a disgusting pervert and stop being his friend? Find his actions flattering and fuck him while you made fun of him for taking your panties? He'd let you do anything you wanted to him. Slap him, call him degrading names, make him your bitch, fuck his ass until he begged you to stop, he didn't care. All he wanted was to be yours and only yours. He wanted to be marked up by you.

He thought of different filthy scenarios about how you'd treat him if you found out about what he's been up to while he wrapped your frilly pink panties around his cock. He arched his back while he moaned as he applied more pressure to his hard cock, pretending it was you gripping his dick so tight. He fucked up into his fist, hoping and praying you'd soon be the one to fuck him.

He laid in your bed, thrusting his hips into his tight fist, eyes rolling back painfully while his toes curled. He was aware he was pushing his luck, pumping his cock in your own bed while you ran a quick errand. At any moment you could come barging in your room only to find Eddie splayed out on your mattress while he sniffed at your panties before returning them back to his manhood.

While that thought should've made him jump out of the bed, it only made Eddie pump himself faster and squeeze himself harder. Your bed creaked loudly, threatening to break, as his hand moved vigorously, panties still wrapped around his dick.

As the minutes dwelled on, he could feel himself get closer to sweet release. He let out a series of low groans and curses before his whole body stilled, violently shuddering.

Almost at perfect timing, the bedroom door flung open in the middle of Eddie's intense orgasm. Instead of tucking himself back in his pants he kept pumping at his cock, aware of that you stood in the doorway, face probably in shock or pure horror. He should've stopped but he just couldn't. The feeling felt too good. At this point there was no going back.

He squeezed his eyes shut as thick spurts of his seed spilled onto his closed fist and your panties, coating them almost completely. He lay boneless on the bed, still recovering from the energy taxing orgasm. His heartbeat so in his chest. He was afraid to look at you and see your face.

Finally, he sat up to look at you, very aware of his nakedness and the weirdness of the situation, "I-I can explain-" he tried to say but was cut off.

"You like using my panties for your own pleasure Eddie?" you asked calmly. You had your hands on your hips, eyebrow raised, waiting for him to reply. Eddie's eyebrows practically raised to his hairline at how serene and calm you looked. The masochist part of him wanted you to get mad at him. Make him feel bad for his actions. Degrade him till he cried and pleaded. He knew he could take anything you gave him.

"I... I'm sorry," he stuttered, quickly tucking himself back into his pants. He knew that was a lame apology. How can you apologize for using your best friend's panties for masturbation? He didn't know what to tell you.

You didn't acknowledge his apology, just walked over to him. He made a move to get up, but you pushed him down on his back once you were near. He went all bug eyed when you pushed him down, a boner threatening to arise at the sudden contact. All too soon you moved your hand away from him.

"How did it feel to use my panties? Did you like getting off on my bed while I was gone?" you asked, face and voice void of emotion. Eddie gulped and avoided eye contact with you. He knew if he looked at you, he'd feel like a bug under your gaze. He didn't know if he wanted to answer that question. He thought maybe he could lie but you'd probably notice, so he decided against lying to you. There was no way to avoid the question. Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he finally answered your question.

"I- I liked it..." Eddie admitted slowly. He glanced at you, still feeling the pressure of your hand on his chest. He couldn't tell if you were happy or mad by his admission. He hoped you were both, if that was even possible.

"You came hard," you commented after a moment, full blown amusement on your previously expressionless face. This surprised Eddie because he didn't think you'd be amused by him using your panties for his own gratification.

You gave him a small but devious smirk as you once again put a hand on his chest. But this time you didn't stop moving it. You traveled to his abdomen, hand massaging his soft abs through his shirt. Eddie bit his lips hard to contain a loud moan from slipping through his lips. He had no idea what you were going with this, but he enjoyed it.

"Does that feel good?" you asked, gaze cast down to the place you were moving your hand. Eddie was pretty sure you already knew the answer. Judging by the way his cock was noticeably standing up in his pants.

Eddie nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, it feels good. Please...touch my cock," he was so starved for your touch, but he needed more. He yearned for you to touch his needy cock. You chuckled and moved your hand completely away from his body. Before Eddie could start whining and begging for you to touch him, you put your hand directly on his bulge and gave it a squeeze.

He gasped as you rubbed him, first going slow then fast. Eddie considered himself in heaven when you moved your hand in his pants and underwear. You were finally touching his cock. He could almost cry in relief. He was so fucking hard and needy for you. Your fingers ghosted over his small patch of pubes before groping his shaft, giving him an experimental pump.

"Fuck yes, please keep touching my cock like that!" Eddie couldn't contain himself any longer. You were making him feel so good. Pride and embarrassment be damned.

You looked over to him, "You really are a filthy slut," you smirked at his needy behavior. Eddie's eyes rolled back at your words combined with your hand pumping at his leaking cock. You moved his cock out of his pants and pushed his pants to his ankles before they fell to the floor. He leaned on his elbows and quickly rid himself of his constricting shirt. Now fully naked and exposed, the air hit his cock, making Eddie hiss and whimper at the sensation.

While pumping your hand up and down his long and thick shaft, you circled his weeping tip, inciting a low moan from the vulnerable man below you. He thrust his cock in your grip for more pleasure only for his cock to be harshly hit by you. He whimpered at the sudden feeling.

"Don't be so greedy," you scolded him. Eddie quickly mumbled out an apology, still recovering from your hand moving up and down his poor cock. Truth be told, he was acting greedy and desperate. It took all of him to not push his hips into your grip.

Gradually, your hand sped up. Sinful noises came out of his open mouth, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes while his eyes rolled back once more at the sense of pure euphoria you made him feel. He felt so overwhelmed and weak, but he loved it all the same.

Your unpreoccupied hand squeezed and fondled his balls while your other hand circled his wet tip and pumped at his rock-solid cock in earnest. He thrashed and moaned under you while you edged him closer and closer to a world-shattering orgasm. You kept circling his bundle of nerves, enjoying the way his red tip spurts out pre-cum down his veiny cock.

"Needa cum s'bad, please let me cum," Eddie begged you pathetically, tears threatening to spill down his flushed red cheeks.

"You really want to cum that bad, huh? After you used my panties for your filthy desires. Why should you get to cum?" you asked him with feign curiosity, hand not stopping your furious pumping. You knew he needed to cum, his dick twitching wildly in your hand, proving that point. It was just his luck that you were feeling generous, even after Eddie got off on your bed like a deprived whore.

"I'm really sorry, please, I need to cum s'bad. I feel like I'm gonna explode~" Eddie cried out and arched his back off the bed, sweat pooling down his face, hairs sticking to his forehead. He looked ravishing, all cross eyed and desperate to cum all over himself for you. He wanted you to see what you were doing to him. How you made him feel.

But you didn't stop your fast pace on his cock. In fact, you sped up. He quickly realized you weren't going to let him cum when you wanted so he once again pleaded. He whimpered, whined, sobbed, and squirmed under your tight and unforgiving grip on his most sensitive parts. Disgusting squelching noises could be heard throughout the room along with pleas and moans. Eddie's deep but silky voice echoed in the room, voice rising gradually as the stimulation became too much for him.

"Need to cum for you, please let me fucking cum for you, it hurts s'bad, can't-shit- hold it any longer, nghhh~" he grits his teeth, hands gripping tightly at the sheets on either side of him. His hips twitched, aching to fuck up into your hand and spurt his hot semen on your fist and himself.

"Look at you, so desperate to make a mess all over yourself like the perverted whore that you are," you degraded him, relishing in Eddie's loud groans and pleas for you to have mercy on him. You lightly hit his balls that hung low and spat on the head of his dick, using it as lube- though his cock was already slick.

"Yes, fuck yes, m'so desperate for you. Wanna cum all over myself for you!" he once again cried out, tears now pouring from his dark eyes and running down his cheeks. He looked submissive and completely ruined by you. He repeated your name like a prayer, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. He basically melted in your hand.

Finally answering his vocal prayers, you spoke the words he's been begging to hear: "Cum for me Eddie, give me all of you," you encouraged him, making sure to never cease your strong strokes to his hard and weeping dick. Almost on command, his face screwed up and whole body instantly stilled while his mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. His balls drew up as ropes of fresh and hot seed shot out of his dick. Shock waves of pleasure went throughout his body, making him shake. During his powerful orgasm, he shudders and cries, body starting to go numb, eyes rolling back as you fucked him through his orgasm, giving him strong and lazy strokes to drag out his already search shattering orgasm.

You wanted him to feel so good he could nearly pass out from the pleasure he felt. He looked so pretty and submissive, you wanted to ruin him. Make him your personal slut and fuck toy who obeys your every whim. You had no shame whatsoever. You continued to squeeze and pump at his cock till he was completely spent and empty of cum to give. His whole chest up to his neck was littered with spurts of ejaculation.

He breathed heavily and hissed once you removed your hand from his softening cock.

"I'm not done with you yet," you spoke after a few minutes of Eddie still recovering from the orgasm you gave him. You were fully naked. He didn't even notice you had removed your clothes because he was in such a daze after his orgasm. He also failed to notice you crawling on his chest, panties in hand, as you made your place sitting above his soft cock.

He removed his elbows that were covering his face and looked at you through dazed eyes. He yelped in surprise when he opened his mouth to speak, you shoved your panties into his mouth. He groaned once he tasted your slick on the lacy cloth.

"There you go, so perfect for me," you pat his red cheeks, eyes looking at him with adoration. Eddie couldn't help but preen at the ounce of praise you gave him. His heart raced while his dick slowly came back to life, "I figured since you love my panties so much why don't I stuff them in your filthy mouth," you added with a giggle.

"Do you want to fuck my pussy, you little pervert?" you tilted your head, looking down at him. He quickly nodded, hair shaking wildly as he moved his head eagerly in conformation, "Are you gonna be a good boy and make me cum all over your dick?" you hummed in question.

This time Eddie nodded with more enthusiasm. He said something but his speech was muffled from the panties occupying his mouth. Satisfied with his response, you lifted yourself off his chest and grabbed his half hard dick and lined him up to your soaking entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, moaning as his dick started to fill you up. Eddie groaned once your throbbing heat engulfed his cock.

His dick felt perfect in your pink walls, you clenched and unclenched around him. You didn't move, much to Eddie's chagrin, but adjust yourself slightly, giving him an ounce of pleasure that he was grateful for.

Keeping your emotions in check, you spoke, "If you want to cum, your gonna have to use your cock to make me cum first. I give you permission to touch me, slut," Eddie immediately grabbed your hips and thrust up into your tight heat. You bit your lip to stop from crying out as he savagely drove his cock in and out of your sopping pussy. He grunted and moaned as he did his best to make you cum quick. And he was doing a good job at it.

Soon enough he found your sweet spot and Jack hammered his cock to your g-spot. You moaned as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot, your eyes rolled back. Eddie's dick throbbed and shook inside of you while wet slapping noises traveled in the room as the man below you drove you closer to an orgasm. You moved your hand down to you pussy and flicked your clit. He gripped your hips so tight, holding you in place while he pounds you into oblivion.

"Fuck, just like that, fuck my pussy just like that Eddie!" your thighs and body shook as you furiously rubbed at your clit meanwhile Eddie fucked you pounded you so well. Who knew your best friend could fuck so good?

Almost too soon, you felt yourself orgasm, juices squirting down Eddie's long shaft, while you close your eyes, and your mouth drops open as you shake. Just like you did to him, he fucked you through your orgasm, grip on your waist loosening but pace never faltering. You could hear Eddie moan and feel him shoot his sperm into your pussy. He fills your womb as you both come down from an orgasm. You remove the panties from his mouth and slowly lift yourself off of him. You move to lay besides him and rest your head on his chest.

For some time neither of you said anything. You two were comfortable in the silence and feel of each other. Eddie didn't want to say anything, but a question remained in his mind.

"Are we...still friends?" he looks at you and asks, nervous all over again. He was afraid that you'd never speak to him after everything. Noticing his nervousness, you smile at him. A light blush spread across his cheeks.

"I'd say we're a little bit more than friends, don't you think?" you laughed. He smiled back at you, cute dimples on his cheeks.

"Yeah, I'd say,"

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mommy issues

part 25 / contents

thankfully you allowed eddie to un cuff his wrists for the walk home; the chain now wrapped back around your pretty wrist.

you had your arms slung over his shoulders, wrapped and pressed up to his chest, your face snuggled into his neck and your legs taught around his waist as he carried you on his back.

“my feet hurt.” you said, about three steps out of the gate, sighing heavily, “forgot to put extra insoles in- ah!” your laughter was delightful as eddie swept you off your feet bridal style and insisted on carrying you home like that.

you protested, and settled on a piggyback.

eddie was very happy with a piggy back because he gets to let his hands wrap around your perfect thighs, and feel your warm breath on his neck the whole way home. not to mention the smatter of kisses you’re leaving everywhere you can reach.

“you had a good time then, bunny?” you asked, one hand gripping at his shirt and the other playing with the ends of his messy hair, “didn’t get too overwhelmed or anything?”

“no, ma’am.” eddie shook his head, turning slightly to look at you on his shoulder, “i had a lot of fun- it was humiliating. i can’t believe you convinced me to fucking hump your boot like that-“

“you did not need convincing, sugar.” you laughed brightly, right in his ear, and he soaked up the angelic sound, “you’re so fucking easy for me.”

eddie blushed crimson and bowed his head, “shuddup.”

you giggled and kissed his cheek, a big wet one, “but i thought you loved the sound of my voice, bunny. doesn’t it turn you on?”

eddie groaned, stopping for a second to hike you up further on his back before continuing down the path, “please let me have five minuets without making me strain in my pants. i’d like to make it home before every poor grandma looking out their windows right now can see how desperate you get me.”

he could feel you smiling as you pulled some hair back behind his ear, pressing your lips up against it as you breathed, “but what if i want everyone to know just how desperate you are for me?”

eddie had to bite his lip so as to not whimper.

he shook his head, silently laughing as you giggled in his ear. you sighed, turning your head to rest your cheek against his shoulder, looking out at the street around you. you started to hum a little tune, one of your sinful fingers twirling around one of his curls mindlessly. it was calming, the feel of you like this, and the soft hum that vibrated in your chest and echoed onto his back, the pretty sound it created, filling the air around him.

he rounded the corner to the motel parking lot, and hiked you a little higher up his back again. you made a little squeaking sound, clearly startled by the sudden movement, and turned your head to rest the other cheek on his shoulder.

as he approached your hotel door, you started nosing at his neck and peppering more little kisses there. eddie had to close his eyes for a second and swallow. he's just so sensitive to your touch, not to mention he can feel the heat from your cunt on his lower back.

"here..." eddie muttered, stopping at the door.

"such a good little slave for me, huh?" you mumbled, climbing down from his back and stepping up to the door, "so sweet for me."

eddie blushed at your praise.

you reached down between your tits to pull the hotel key out, and eddie found himself ogling at you again- scratch that, he felt a little drool slip past his lips, actually. fucking embaressing.

once inside with the door securely locked behind you, eddie didn’t even have time to untie his shoes before he found himself flat on his back against bed sheets. you were on top of him, straddling his waist and kissing up his throat, grinding your hips on him.

he swears he's in fucking heaven.

"you're so sweet, bunny." you said against his skin, the warmth of your breath making him shiver and tingle all over. he was moaning, gasping, all for you. all fucking pretty, and messy, and already gone on you. "so fucking perfect- gonna take you apart, right here. gonna make you feel so good... will you let me? you want me to make you feel so good, bunny? fuck you up a little?"

eddie whimpered, biting down on his lip as he thrusted his hips up into yous against his own will, "y-yeah... yes, please. wanna- let me... mhmm. please, do an-anything." he moaned again, quite pornographically, a little breathy, as you ground your hips down on him harder than you had been, "let you do anything... anything. please."

"listen to you..." you muttered, scraping those fucking red nails down his abdomen before shoving his shirt up over his chest, "sound so pretty for me, bunny. so fucking desperate. love how messy you are for me."

"f'you." eddie mumbled, his brain going a little fuzzy as you latched those red stained lips around one of his nipples, "oh god, please, mommy. fucking- mph, please touch me."

"but i am touching you, baby." you said maliciously, scraping your teeth over his pert nipple and eliciting the most fucking embarassing moan from deep in his throat.

he practically fucking sobbed, so goddamned hard right now. the grinding, and all the ways in which you're touching him, it all feels so fucking good, so heavenly. but it's not enough. eddie's greedy, he needs more. he's fucking pathetic.

"what?" you chuckled, all mean as you kissed your way back up his throat, your fingers still pinching and toying with his nipples, "oh, you want me to touch you somewhere else, bunny?"

he lifted his hips again, pushing them hard up into your core, groaning at the sensation. he nodded his head, feeling his eyes get all droopy and hazy when he opened them to look at you, "please, mommy... please."

"where, baby?" you asked, one of your hands taking one of his and pinning it by the wrist above his head, the other lightly scratched down over his ribs and side, "where do you want mommy to touch you?"

he whimpered, helpless, as he thrusted up again.

you tutted at him, shaking your head. he whined, all pathetic because he knew he hadn't given you the right answer, he just couldn't formulate the words in his head for the right one.

"i'll give you whatever you want, bunny..." you whispered, nosing at his cheek, hot breath on his ear as you slowly brought his other hand up above his head too, "touch you wherever you like, make you feel so fucking good, if you just ask."

he listened to the clinking sound of you undoing your bracelet again, fixing it between his wrists to cuff them together, like at the party. it's driving him mad, he feels so torn down and pitiable like this.

"p-please." he stuttered out, trying his best no to thrust up into you again because he knows you usually don't like that, but he's struggling, "m'so hard, mommy. please?"

"i know, bunny. i can fucking feel it." you grinned, spoiling him with just one pretty little kiss to his pert, wet lips.

he whined, whimpered, writhed beneath you, "please..." a sob ripped from his throat, and he thought if he didn't get some release soon, he might start fucking crying again... but you'd probably like that, wouldn't you? "please, mommy... my- my cock."

"what about your cock, bunny?" you asked again, playing fucking dumb.

eddie let out a frustrated groan, pushing his hips up again and letting his eyes roll back with the slow drag of your cunt against him, "wannit... wan'you..." he swallowed, slowly bringing his hips back down, "please... touch my cock, mommy? please, i'm begging- i'm fucking begging, please-"

"such a good boy." you whispered, rewarding him with another kiss to his wanton lips. you let the kiss linger for a little longer this time, and eddie savored it, licking into your mouth like the desperate whore he is for you, "mhm, so good for me. don't worry, baby... i'll make you feel good. gonna milk you for all you're worth, make you cum so hard you'll never want anyone but me to make you cum again."

that's already the case, but it's not like eddie's going to fucking complain about that offer, is he?

you squeezed his wrists, pushing them down as you started to suck kisses down his throat again, and eddie took that as a signal to keep his hands up above his head. and as annoying as that may be, eddie knew he'd comply.

when your kisses reached his happy trail, he was trying his best not to buck up into your chin, using all the strength in his body not to writhe. he was watching you, and you had your eyes set on him with a sultry gaze.

your teeth caught the laces of his pants, and with a little grin, you pulled. eddie moaned, watching you untie his pants with your mouth. it truly looked like something out of his shitty 'at home' porno rentals he will probably never return.

your nails scraped down his sides again until they hooked under the hem of his trousers and pulled, shucking them down to his mid thighs. your mouth found his lower abdomen again, and you worked your kisses along the skin lining those fucking panties you had him wearing.

"so pretty." you praised, nosing at the bulge underneath blush-red satin, "such a pretty boy, with such a pretty cock, kept behind pretty fucking panties."

he whimpered again, feeling your soft lips brush over where he needs it most, the thin layer between doing all too much to block the sensation. you pressed a soft kiss right over the head of his cock, down between his thighs.

"look at you, all wet for me down here, pre-cum leaking through your panties, just like a fucking girl." you hummed, deep with rasp that made eddie shiver, "so pathetic, hmm? bet you like it, don't you? feeling all sweet and pretty in these panties, baby? gonna let me fuck you?"

eddie nodded his head, twisting his hands to grip at the pillow beneath them, "yeah."

you kissed along his thighs, getting closer and closer to where he was most sensitive. you nosed at the wet patch down there again, brushing up against his cock-head, making him throb.

you held him down by the hips, sharp nails digging into skin when he tried to grind his hips up again. he's so fucking needy for touch, he's on the verge of uncontrollably writhing like a maniac for it.

your thumb swept under the hem of his panties, right where they met the seam of his thigh, and lifted the material before letting it snap back down onto his skin with a sharp snap. he was a whining mess for you, begging, trembling, all breathless whimpers and moans.

"please, please, please, please... i'll do anything- need it. fucking need it, mommy, please. let me- god, fuck- need you. pleasepleaseplea- oh. mhm, fuck me. fuck me, please? want you to fuck me, mommy."

you chuckled, low and sultry, licking up the inseam of his thigh. you lifted the waistline of his panties, wriggling it down a little, and eddie fucking moaned, pathetically, at the small sensation it created.

"fuck me." eddie pleaded again, gasping as you reached into his panties to pull his weapy cock out, letting it rest up against his stomach as you nosed at his heavy sack, letting the panties bunch beneath.

you kissed him softly, right at the base of his cock, and it felt like fucking fire burning him. so painfully pleasurable, he doesn't think he can take this anymore.

and then you go and say shit like what you say next, and eddie wants to take it all, "wanna let me fuck you the way you fuck my tight... wet pussy, eddie?" you lick up the length of him, only the tip of your tongue, but it's wet and warm and just enough to make his eyes roll back, "want me to get you all wet and fuck you full, let you cum all over me?"

"yes." he breathed, gripping onto the pillows for dear life, "god- yes, mommy... please."

you pressed a delicate little kiss just under the head of his cock before whispering low against the silky skin, letting the low rumble vibrate against him, "gonna let me play with you? eat you out, baby? have these pretty fucking thighs clench around my head the way mine do to you?"

this was getting a little unbearable in the best of ways. eddie doesn't think he's been so fucking hard before, without having been touched. he's practically vibrating beneath you, constantly moaning with each word you say, each touch you give- anything you give him, at all.

"please, mommy... wannit so bad." he mumbles out, right as you swipe that pretty tongue of yours over his leaky slit, and he can't help the tear that slips down his temple, "wannit so bad- want you. want you- need you, please."

"so desperate? you're doing so well for me, my fucking slut." you hummed against his cock, licking him once more, "listen to yourself- god, i wish you could see yourself right now. m'so fucking wet with just the sight of you, bunny. so wrecked for me like the little slut you are."

eddie nods, hips writhing up against your grip, nails biting into his soft skin and hopefully drawing blood, "slut- slut for you- wanna be your fucking slut, mommy."

"you sound so fucking slutty." you praised, pressing tiny little kisses back down his needy cock, "gonna let mommy spread you open? gonna let me eat you out, baby? get you all wet and pretty and fuck you senseless?"

eddie whimpered, sobbing, choking on his own spit as he nodded, "yes, please... anything f'you, mommy... wanna feel good. please let me- fucking... please."

"i'll make you feel good, bunny." you said, licking over his balls, your nails scraping down over his hips and thighs before you pushed them wide open, "just relax for me, bunny... just relax."

eddie gasped, fully fucking crying like a pathetic whore- or not even a whore, because a whore would probably be able to take this torment without the meltdown. he's just a pathetic mess, and it makes his cock ache even more, knowing you like him like that. you like him when he's so gone on nothing, like a dumb little slut for you to play with.

"colour, bunny?" you asked, your tone stern, looking up at him.

eddie blinked at you a few times, his vision all blurry from the hot tears in his eyes, "what?"

"colour." you repeated, "what's your colour, baby? red, yellow, or green?

"oh, green." he said, without hesitation, "so fucking green- please."

"okay..." you smiled, kissing his thigh again and squeezing the flesh in your hands, "keep listening, okay? i'm going to check in again soon, just remember your colours, okay? and use them whenever you need to, baby."

"yeah." he nodded dismissively, remembering all this.

"eddie." you said, still stern, and he whimpered and looked at you again, "eddie, i need you to focus, just for a second, okay?"

he swallowed, taking a deep breath and licking his wet, swollen lips, willing the tears to stop for a moment, "y- yeah, okay."

"good boy." you nodded, squeezing his thigh again, "these colours are very important to me, remember?"

he nodded.

"keep listening, and think about your answer before giving it to me, okay. i need you to want this... don't pretend to want this, just because i do... you have to want this for yourself, for your own pleasure-"

"i know." he muttered, swallowing, "i know, mommy. i know."

"okay." you nodded, looking over him with a little smirk, "i'm just... i wanna do stuff we haven't done before, so i need you to keep that in mind, okay?"

eddie nodded and threw his head back against the pillow, "promise, mommy."

"such a good boy." you praised before dipping your head to suckle his balls into your mouth.

eddie moaned, grinding up into air and getting no pleasure on his, once again, neglected cock. he's so fucking needy, so fucking desperate. his mind's so void of anything but the way you're making him feel right now, and he can't find it in himself to care.

"such pretty panties, baby..." you muttered again, tucking your fingers beneath the hem of his thigh and pulling it over to the side, "gonna keep them on for a while, okay?"

eddie nodded, mumbling out his agreement as you tugged his pants the rest of the way down, stopping when they were bunched at his ankles, since he still had his fucking boots on. he heard you groan, shoving off your own jacket as you quickly untied and pulled his shoes off, and the pants next. eddie helped by kicking them off the rest of the way.

you pushed at his thighs again, shoving them open wider and... up?

eddie lifted his head to look down at you as his knees lifted and settled spread wide, catching a glimpse of you before you ducked your head down and pulled his panties to the side and- oh.

eddie's eyes roll back again, another tear slipping out at the wet feeling of your tongue licking over his arse-hole. it's new, this sensation. he's never tried anything in 'that region' by himself before. he's always figured that if he was with a guy, he'd top. but... he's not against this, whatever the fuck this is.

your hands are spread over the undersides of his thighs still, keeping them up so you can lick at his hole. he feels quite vulnerable like this, actually, not that that's a new thing for him. he always feels vulnerable whilst giving himself to you, but this is just a little different. he's spread right open for you.

he gasps unexpectedly, fingers twisting in the pillowcase as your warm, wet tongue pokes inside. he's got his mouth hung open, damp cheeks, clenched fingers and feet planted firmly on the bed either side of you, and he feels kinda amazing.

he feels you pull away for a second, and he whines at the loss of contact. he looks down to find you leaning over the side of the bed, lifting yourself back up with something new in your hand.

"colour, baby?" you muttered, opening the little pink bottle you were holding.

"green." he said so fucking fast, "oh my fucking god, green."

you smirked at him, tipping the bottle upside down and squirting out a blob of lube before rubbing it between your fingers for a moment, "that's so good, bunny. now, you're gonna talk me through this, okay?"

"t-talk?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"mh-hm." you nodded, bringing your sticky fingers down and let them rub over the tight rim off his arse, "you're going to tell me yes, and no, guide me through this. don't take what you can't okay, bunny? if you need me to stop, you tell me. there's no shame, this isn't for everyone- i don't like it on myself."

"okay..." he muttered, biting down on his lip as your middle finger pressed against his hole.

your eyes watched him wearily, very slowly pushing in, and eddie nodded, letting his head flop back. it was to heavy to hold up and watch, he didn't have the energy for it, focused too much on how fucking good this feels.

"y-yeah." he breathed, "more... keep going- more, please?"

"that's a good boy." you praised, pushing your finger deeper, "that feels good?"

eddie nodded his head, "so good."

"feels wet enough for you, baby? need more lube?"

eddie shook his head and turned it to hide behind his own arm as he moaned, "no... s'perfect... feels- uuh."

"so good, baby. so good- look so pretty like this, hmm." you grinned, pushing your finger deeper and deeper until he felt your knuckles pressed up against the soft of his ass, "so fucking pretty, baby, all spread out for me."

"f'you..." eddie mumbled, incoherent slurring, "green... more."

"you're doing so well, taking my fingers so fucking well." you praised, slowly reeling your finger back before pushing in again, "you're so good at following instruction- told you you'd be rewarded, bunny."

"th... thank you, mommy." he whimpered, hips bucking up and into your hand, "feels so... g-good. please... more."

"more?" you asked, sounding kind of proud, "you want another finger already?"

"please." he groaned, the word punching out from deep within him.

"so good for asking." you praised, your ring finger pressing up against his tight hole, slowly easing in beside your other, "there you go... doing so well. what's your colour, baby?"

"green." lord, it's the greenest green eddie's ever felt.

"not too much?" you asked, "doesn't hurt?"

he hummed, whimpered, bucked into your hand again, "little..." he moaned, blinking to look at you for a moment, eyes all wet again, but not crying, yet, "s'good... the stretch... please- don't st-stop. i wannit. wannit so much, mommy."

"you're doing so well, eddie. so fucking well, baby." you hummed, kissing along his thighs now as you began to scissor your fingers in and out of him, "gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby."

"s'good... so good."

he was practically convulsing under you, writhing and jerking up into air. the bite of your nails into the soft flesh of his thigh stung each time he moved, where you were pushing his leg higher up towards his chest to keep him still and open for you.

he wants you to make him bleed with those red fucking nails.

your mouth is warm and wet, back on his hole, as your fingers spread him open and fuck his brain cells away. he invites the soft muscle of your tongue back inside him, licking between your spread fingers, with a high pitched moan.

"uh, mo-mommy... m'g- ngh." eddie had to swallow down the words getting stuck in his throat, panting to try and catch the breath that you just keep stealing from him, "gonna cum."

your mouth pulled away from him with a wet smack, "yeah? you like mommy eating out your sweet hole like this, hmm?" even the subtle sensation of you kissing up along the soft flesh of his ass and thighs had him rolling his glassy eyes back, "looks so pretty and pink for me, bunny... tastes so sweet. sweet fuckin pussy."

jesus fucking christ.

"s...s'good?" he choked out, straining his eyes to look down at you because he couldn't find the strength to lift his head, "mmm sweet?"

you chuckled at his slurred, practically incohearent babbling as you kissed your way up his abdomen, making point to steer clear of his achy cock, "so sweet, baby." your rolled your tongue over one of his nipples and sent a shiver down his spine, "you're so sweet... so perfect for me, huh? aren't you, baby? you're my sweet boy?"

eddie nodded his head, clamping his eyes shut as your fingers picked up pace inside him, "sw... swe-uh, sweet b-boy."

"yeah, so sweet for me." you smiled, now hovering over him with a pretty smile, a too pretty smile, "so sweet, n' soft, n' pathetic."

eddie whimpered, but the sharp sound was cut short when your mouth slammed down on his. eddie didn't hesitate before licking his tongue out over your lips like the greedy whore he is, begging you for so much fucking more.

he was surprised to find that your mouth tasted like, "... strawberry?"

you chuckled and kissed him again, "s'lube, baby."

oh, yep. that makes more sense then eddies ass actually tasting like strawberry.

"colour?" you asked, slowing your fingers inside him for a moment, "what's your colour, bunny?"

"s'green." he slurred and rolled his hips into your hand, straining his neck up to kiss you, "feels so good."

"yeah?" you asked with a grin, eyeing him over and refusing his kiss, "you like having me touch you that way i let you touch me?"

eddie nodded his head and twisted his hands in the pillow beneath them; he wants to grab onto you, thread his hands through your soft hair and pull it out of the clip you pinned it back with, tug you down onto him and kiss you for hours.

eddie never wants you to stop touching him in all the ways you... you let him touch you. fuck, he feels dizzy.

"please..." he breathed out, tipping his head back into the pillow as you tugged on his hair harshly, looking up at you through heavy lidded eyes, "please, mommy. wanna cum... can i please cum on your fingers?"

"you wanna cum on my fingers, baby?" you whispered, so condescending, over his puckered lips.

he nodded his head.

"that's all?" you asked, and he felt his heart stop in his chest for a moment when you pouted, "you don't wanna let mommy fuck you open like this any longer? you just want to cum on my fingers and be done? i thought you were fun, bunny."

"no!" he whimpered, arching his back up off the bed as his oncoming orgasm got harder and harder to ignore, he clamped his thighs together, but your body was preventing them from closing, "n-no... need to... oh, please, i c-can't. can't hold it, mommy, please."

you sighed and continued to work your fingers at a faster pace, "well, if you wanna finish and be done, than i guess i'll let you cum, but-"

"no." eddie begged again, stupidly bringing his hands down to grasp at you, grabbing onto your neck and shoulder, "no, ple- don't stop, don't fucking stop. wannit- need... please."

"baby." you said, tone malicious, like you were a predator that was about to fucking pounce, "i'm going to give you five seconds to get your fucking hands off me, and put them back where they're supposed to be, and to tell me exactly what you need, or i won't let you cum at all."

oh shit.

"one."

eddie threw his hands back up above his head like a good boy and gasped, clamping his thighs tight around your hips to hold his orgasm off enough to talk, "please... wanna... wanna cum, but- nguh, fuck. don't wanna finish- don't wanna... please, don't stop, mommy. need you, need it. love it." love you.

"you want to keep playing?" you asked.

eddie nodded, "y- yes, yes. green. fucking yes."

"there's a good boy." you praised, finally fucking kissing him again, but only for a second, "so proud of you for communicating, you're doing so well, pet."

"thank you." he panted, reaching up, asking for another kiss, "thank you, mommy."

you smiled, and kissed him, and tugged his hair hard enough to let another embarrassing moan rip from his throat, and pulled your fingers out from his needy hole.

eddie writhed, kicking his legs out until the fell flat against the mattress. they kinda stung, being kept up in that position so long, added with being sat on his knees all night- eddie doesn't know how the fuck you sit like that on his cock all the time. he thinks the next time that you do, he'll give you a leg massage after, maybe draw you a hot bath.

he feels terribly empty now, and even more needy for it than before, as his orgasm begins to slip away. you're running your soft, sticky hands up and down his inner thighs, and it makes his skin tingle.

his heads all fuzzy, his thoughts unable to string themselves in order, everything's kind of like a hazy blur of colour and static. it's nice, he thinks he's dropping. oh, he wants to drop so bad. he wants you to take him to that lovely place, and coddle him, and smother him with love and affection. but he's not quite ready to go there yet, so he doesn't let himself.

"you're doing so well, f'me, bunny." you whisper, knelt down there between his thighs. your hands still feel so nice on his skin, those sinful red nails.

you've got red smeared all over the bottom half of your face, and it's all wet and sticky and shiny, and eddie thinks that's similar to what he must look like after eating you out. and, well, eddie now understands why you always feel the need to kiss him right after. it's hot.

"just wanna give you a little break, okay. take a breather." you continue, speaking in a softer voice than prior. eddie likes when you use your dominant-mommy voice thing, it always sends a shiver up his spine. but this voice? it makes his heart race every time, it makes him feel like, just for a moment, that maybe he actually matters. "you're doing so well, i'm so proud of you. i'm gonna give you more, are you okay with that, baby? you want more?"

"yes..." eddie moans, just the thought of more has his mind reeling and his cock twitching, "oh, god, yes."

“god, you’re such a fucking slut.” you laughed, teasing. always fucking teasing. eddie loves it. “aren’t you, baby? you’re a slut?”

eddie looked at you, nodding his head, because he is. oh, fuck, he’s such a fucking slut. “slut… your slut.” he swallows, still lost for breath.

you smile at him, leaning down to grab a bottle of water. eddie’s mouth is suddenly very dry, and he’s greatful you hold the rim to his lips and pour the cool liquid down his throat. he looks at you the whole time, and you have this little smirk on your face like you’re enjoying this. feeding him water. honestly, he doesn’t care if it’s weird, he likes when you feed him stuff. he likes it when you do things for him he’s more than perfectly capeable of doing himself.

he smacks his lips and licks them, taking a moment to catch his breath after half chugging that bottle. you take some for yourself, and he watches the way your throat bobs with each sip.

he’s so fucking gone on you, he even finds that hot.

“m’your slut.” eddie said finally, as you were putting the lid back on the bottle. “i’m just a slut for you, mommy. no one else.”

you look at him for a moment, as if his words had caught you off guard, and then slowly your lips girl up into a smug grin. “oh, i’ve trained you so well.”

eddie laughs and flops over sideways on the bed, burring his face into the soft pillows and the crease of his arm. he groans with mortification, but it’s fake, he’s grinning because everything you say to him makes him so giggly inside.

it’s still embarrassing though.

god, you’ve trained him? how pathetic is he? he really is a fucking slut.

“don’t hide from me.” you said, almost giggling at him as you reached out to pull his face back to look at you. oh, you’re so pretty. why are you always so pretty? “i miss this pretty face, bunny. there we go, can’t get off without those eyes looking at me anymore.”

eddie thinks he may have actually melted. he feels like he has, his body all slack and warm and fuzzy. is that true? can you really only get off when he’s there to help you? or are you just saying that to turn him on more?

his stomach churns with the thought, he prays, fucking begs that it’s the former. how wonderful would it be to have you all to himself, the be the only person you want at all. but, unfortunately, he’s convinced it’s the latter. there’s always better options than little old eddie munson.

“ready for more now, pretty boy?” you asked, and eddie’s back to melting again. he loves you too much to worry about his own problems right now.

he nods, “yeah, mommy. please.”

“good boy.” you smile, and trail delicate fingers up his thighs. it tickles the sensitive skin there, sending a shiver all over his body. it feels good, to be touched by you. he wishes you’d touch him all the time, and he knows how selfish that is, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

your pretty fingers wrap around his achy cock and his hips thrust up with the sensation. you’re so delicate with him, all the time, it’s malicious.

you lean over, and even though your hands and his cock are slick and covered in lube, you purse your lips and let him watch your spit drip down from the tip of his cock.

it’s hypnotic, and filthy, and eddie loves it. your thumb smooths over his slit and smears your spit around, and it sends his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

he doesn’t even get to watch as you sink down, swollen red lips wrapping around his cock as you swallow him to the base.

your mouth is heaven, a fact eddie had established in his mind the first time you sucked his cock, but with the added sensation of those pretty fingers pushing back inside him, working him open; it’s better then heaven. it’s the best eddie has ever felt and he’s sure he’s not going to last more than two minuets now.

he’s writhing, bucking his hips in time with your fingers and mouth, moaning and whining and panting nonstop, gripping the pillows above his head, tensing his abdomen, and his legs keep fucking spasming every so often, when your fingers brush that perfect spot inside.

you add a third finger, and eddie realises he’s not going to last another thirty seconds.

“gonna cu-uhh.” eddie whines, trying to pull his hips away from you because he knows you’re not going to want that yet.

or perhaps you will, perhaps you’re going to push him through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until he’s sore and crying and begging you to stop, and then complaining when you actually stop.

the thought of that makes his cock twitch down your throat, and that’s his last straw. he really shoves his hips to the side away from you and grits out, “red!”, zero point two seconds before he’s about to cum.

thankfully, you have a brilliant reaction time and rip yourself away from him before he can, and it hurts, oh it hurts so much, but he doesn’t cum.

“okay- are you okay, bunny? what’s wrong?” you ask, eyes wide and hands to yourself as you sit up on your knees between his. you look like you want to reach out and touch him, to wipe the singular tear that’s just managed to slip from his eye, but you don’t.

you’re so cautious, even though you know eddie prefers physical affection when he’s not doing okay, you’re still so cautious. just in case, one time, he doesn’t want that, just in case you’ve hurt him. you take so much care with him, and it makes his heart ache a little.

he really wishes he could have you all to himself, forever.

“i’m okay.” eddie pants, bringing his hands down from above his head, bracing himself back on his elbows with his hands still bound on his chest. he can look at you better this way, communicate clearer. “i’m okay, i promise.” he assures.

you seem to relax a little, shoulders dropping, and you nod, “what’s the problem, bunny?”

“i was gonna cum.” he said a little sheepishly, tearing his eyes away from you. “like, i couldn’t, ugh… it was…”

you laughed, resting your hands softly on his thighs as you shook your head, “you had no time to spare?”

eddie shook his head no, “sorry.”

you smiled so beautifully at him, eyes twinkling under the low light of the room, “you’re honestly adorable.” you sighed, “thank you for stopping it, i wasn’t ready to let you cum yet- you’re such a good boy, you know?”

eddie feels an immense amount of pride swell in him, “yeah?”

“oh, yeah.” you grin, leaning over to kiss him quickly, “most of my other subs didn’t have so much restraint. i mean, you’ve had ample opportunity to accidentally cum tonight, and you haven’t. you impress me so much.”

eddie is positively done for.

“it’s why you’re my favorite.” you boop his nose and lean in close again, close enough that he can breath you in, can feel your nose brush his skin, but not close enough to kiss. he tries anyway, but you stop him, and you giggle. “you’re so good, always so good. so perfect for me, baby. s’why i wanna keep you forever.”

eddie let’s our a pathetic whimper that’s awkwardly muffled as you kiss him. he sinks into it, the taste of you, and strawberry lube, and his own fucking cock in your mouth. it’s intoxicating and dirty, and eddie loves when you’re filthy with him.

your hand slinks up over his chest, up his neck, making his skin tinkle. you sweep some hair back behind his ear as you deepen the kiss, and eddie invites it. he moans into your mouth, letting you know just how bad he needs, and you take it.

“such a good boy.” you muttered quietly against his mouth and then kiss him again. your hand wanders south until it’s wrapped around his cock, and he whines, bucking his hips as you begin to stroke the smooth length of him. “always such a good boy, so devoted, aren’t you?”

eddie nods his head and surges in to kiss you again. and he’s so relieved that you let him. he loves when you let him.

“you wanna have some real fun, baby?”

eddie pulls back slightly in shock, looking at you with a raised brow, “is that not what we’re doing?”

you shrugged with a smug grin, “i suppose its what we’re always doing.” you chuckled as you leant in to pepper his face in pretty little kisses, and eddie soaks them in. “but remember how i had something fun in mind?”

“oh…” eddie swallows, he assumed you’d already gotten to that part with the three fingers and cock sucking. that was euphoric.

“i wanna use a toy.”

“oh.” eddie says again, this time with less uncertainty. he likes when you bring out new toys to play with. “yeah, please.”

“okay.” you smile and kiss his puckered lips quickly before sitting back up and peeling your dress off your body, and then your panties. eddie stares, always hypnotised with your bare tits, and even more so with the visible wetness soaking your now discarded panties. he knows that will never get old. “now, you can say-“

“no, if i need to?” eddie raised his eyebrows, looking back up at your face, “i know. you always tell me.”

you swat him on the thigh, “i’m just reminding you. i want you to be safe, bunny.” you lean over the bed to grab the toy out of your bag, “i’d hate myself if i ever hurt you or pushed you through something you don’t enjoy. trust me, i’ve been there, it’s not fun.”

“i’m sorry.” eddie mutters.

“you don’t have to apologise for knowing-“

“no, for you being there.” eddie swallowed. “i’m sorry… i mean, i already do this, but i promise to always tell you when i’m unsure, okay?”

you smile at him softly and squeeze the meat of his thigh, looking at him with a sort of desperation, “thanks, eddie... i-“ you cleared your throat and sat up abruptly, startling eddie. “thanks.” you say again, this time more curt.

“it’s okay.” he mutters, a little thrown off by your weird behaviour, but he moves past it quickly no less.

“now, the fun.” you grinned and held up something pink, and long, and-

he actually felt his eyes bulge out of his head when he realised it was a dildo. given the activities just taken place, he doesn’t think you’re planning on using it on yourself.

the longer he looks at it, the more he notices it’s not just your run of the mill dildo. there’s straps hanging from be bottom end of it, and eventually he works out that it’s a strap.

it’s a goddamn fucking strap on.

you want to peg him.

he must have been staring at it rather startled, because you suddenly rest it on your own thighs and swallow, drawing his attention back to you, “we don’t have to, if you don’t want-“

“i want.” eddie said before his brain could even catch up to his mouth, “yes, i want- green. very green. so green…”

you’re looking at him, an expression that he could only describe as half startled and half amused. eddie looks back at your for a moment, then down at the strap, then back up at you, and he blushes.

you both break out into a fit of giggles. eddie pushes himself back up on his elbows and you lean forward, resting your head over his heart as you both laugh. your hand is placed at the centre of his chest, and his skin there feels like it’s on fire.

you look back up at him, beaming, and you lean in to kiss his scarlet cheek. “you’re so adorable.” you mutter, and then can’t resist giving him another kiss.

“shuddup.” eddie blushes more, chewing on his lip as he tries to hide his face away again out of mortification.

“no, never.” you giggle, moving your own face right in front of his, “you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.”

he pretends to roll his eyes and look away again, in the opposite direction to your pretty face with your perfect smile, “i’m embarrassing.”

“but, i like that…” you tap his cheek with your finger, pushing him to look at you again, “remember?”

oh, he’s so red right now, “doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.”

“i think you like that.” you grinned, crawling over him, pushing him down by the chest as you got closer and closer to his wanton lips, “you’re a little freak who gets off on being embarrassed by me, aren’t you?”

eddie bites down on his lip to muffle a whimper.

“aren’t you, eddie? you’re a fucking freak?” you ask, brushing your nose against his, “a freak who’s a little sick in the head? letting his step mommy turn him on?”

eddie nods his head, entranced by you.

“say it.” you whisper over his lips, it’s mean, daring. “go on, say it. tell me how much of a sick freak you are, baby.”

a freak. eddie’s used to being called a freak all the time, people spitting on him or shunning him. it's an evil word that he's always hated, even when he parades around reclaiming it and pretending he's proud to be one. he does like his difference, but freak has always been so horrible.

it hurts.

it makes him feel like a monster.

but you. oh, he doesn't know how you do it. you take a word he hates, something so vile and cruel, and you make him want it. he wants to be a sick fucking freak around you, you make him one.

you make him feel like being a freak is hot, that you like it, that you like him.

he’s eddie the freak munson, and he's all fucking yours.

eddie takes a moment to gather his breath before he forces it all out as fast as he can, because he’s struggling being this close without getting to kiss you, “i’m a freak- sick freak who likes… who wants you to fuck him, mommy.” he swallows, begs for your kiss but you still won’t give it, “want you to fuck me, mommy. f-fuck me- please fuck me?”

you smirk, malicious and so fucking smug and eddie feels himself throb. you kiss him, finally, and eddie pushes into it, taking as much as you’ll let him have.

he feels you fiddling around down by your waists, after a moment, he breaks away to figure out what you’re doing. you’ve got the strap half on, and comcidering all the buckles, he’s quite impressed you’ve gotten so far so quickly. he can’t help but giggle a little, reaching down to help you fix it in place. he likes that you’re laughing with him, that you feel a little silly too. eddie’s so enamoured with you.

once you’ve got it secured, you grab eddie’s bound wrists and push him back to lay against the pillows, hands above his head.

“good boy.” you tell him for the millionth time probably, but it doesn’t give him any less pride and satisfaction. “thank you for your help.”

“issokay.” eddie slurs out, barely even able to register your question. he can’t help but stare at you, naked in front of him and a bright pink strap on, and he prays that you defile the fuck out of him with it.

you smile and sweep some of his hair back from his face, and he looks up at you with big bambi eyes, and you bite your lip. perhaps you weren’t lying before.

eddie feels a swarm of butterflies pick up in his stomach.

you smother the strap in strawberry lube, watch him as you stoke your hand up and down the length of it. it makes eddie nervous, watching you do such a thing. he can’t wait.

“be a good boy and spread your thighs for me, baby?” you ask, hands already spread on the meaty flesh and pushing them open.

eddie lifts his knees, spreading them wide open and giving you plenty of room to fit between them.

“you want mommy to fuck you, now, bunny?”

“please.” he nods, and he wishes he could touch you. “please, please, please, please, please-“

“alright.” you smirk, shuffling in closer. you smear more lube on your sinful fingers and walk them down to his clenching hole. it’s hard to keep his composure as you smear the liquid around, teasing him like that, his cheeks are hot and his breath is already short.

he’s so fucking weak for you.

“such a good boy for me, just relax, yeah? let mommy take care of you.” you mutter, a hand wrapped around the cock, lining it up with his arsehole. “so good, so good for me…”

you keep muttering pretty praises as you push in, and eddie feels his eyes flutter to the back of his head. he’s gripping at the pillow and himself, thighs tense, he feels so much, and it’s all so good.

he feels your nails scraping lightly up and down his thighs to his knees to help soothe him, and it’s sending him into overdrive.

“f-feels good.” he mutters, sounding drunk, “so good- green. p-please, mommy, more please.”

“that’s a good boy.” you praise, gripping his knees to push all the way in. he feels so full, the entire length of the strap inside, your pelvis pressed up against his ass. it’s so foreign, but so good. eddie thinks he wants this all the time now. “i’m just gonna give you a second to adjust, okay. it’s a lot, i know it’s a lot. you’re doing so well for me, bunny. so well, i’m so proud of you.”

eddie whimpered, fucking tears forming in his eyes already. it’s so good, everything is so good. he can’t help it when he bucks his hips up into you, gaining just the smallest bit of friction, but it’s enough make him moan absurdly loud and start crying.

“awh, bunny.” you mutter, wiping the stream of tears without win, “are these good tears?”

he nods, so overwhelmed already. he feels so fuzzy now, head empty, fucked dumb without actually being fucked yet. he wants this to last forever, but he also wants you to let him cum soon, so he can go there, to that nice place, the subspace.

“good.” he manages to choke out, because he knows he has to use his words. he’s good, he’s learnt, you’ve trained him, he knows. “good, mommy. so good. please.”

“good boy, my favourite boy.” you smile, pulling back slowly until only the tip is left inside him. it has him shaking, genuinely shaking. his knees are digging into each of your hips, almost vibrating against you, your hands spread on his thighs. “you’re okay, baby, you’re okay, you can cum when you need to, okay? i know it’s a lot, i won’t make you hold it. just relax.”

eddie is so thankful.

“th-thank you, mommy-“ he moans out, and then let’s out the most pleasurable moan as you push back inside him in one swift motion.

it’s a lot, it’s too much, and the moment your cock hits that nice place inside, he’s cumming all over his stomach.

“oh, baby.” you say, and he can hear the smile in your tone, “hmm, good boy, feels so good, huh?” you mutter, scraping your nails delicately over him, talking and fucking him through his orgasm.

he feels himself slipping, head fuzzy, warm inside.

but you don’t stop when eddie finishes, you keep fucking him, you keep praising him, and you keep touching him.

he feels dizzy, it’s so nice, his skin is all tingly and everything’s so good. his cock is beginning to ache a little, still hard and preparing to cum again.

you keep fucking him, setting a slow, smooth pace. it’s lovely, hitting him right where he needs with each stroke. in the sparse moments when eddie is not making pathetic noises, you can hear the wet squelch of his hole sucking you in. it’s so filthy, he fucking loves it.

“you’re doing so well for me, bunny.” you say, leaning over and bracing a hand beside his head, “sound so pretty when i fuck you, don’t you? you think you sound pretty, baby?”

eddie thinks he sounds pathetic, and desperate, and horny, and stupid. but he supposes you quite like those things, don’t you?

“pretty.” he mutters, cause it’s all his brain can supply right now.

“pretty noises, pretty cock, pretty hole, pretty face, pretty eyes.” you mutter, pressing your body weight into his, and he feels your tits pressed against his chest and its heavenly, “such a pretty pretty boy. a pretty little slut.”

“pretty slut.” he mimics back to you, brain complete mush, “m’so pretty.”

“yeah, you’re so pretty, baby.” you chuckle, kissing him quickly, and he adores every second of it, “my pretty slut.”

“your pretty slut.” he murmurs again, eyes fixed on your intently. “s’good, mommy… wanna- ngh… slower.” he pleads, whining, and you immediately slow down.

by the look on your face, he gathers that youve assumed that it was hurting him. that you were hurting him, and eddie promised he’d always communicate about that stuff with you, so he forces himself to focus for a moment.

“s’good.” he mutters, swallowing and gripping the pillow tighter, “just… want it to be slow.” he smiles, and he’s sure he looks stupid, “wan you to make love to me.” he confesses, and you look like you just melted.

“yeah? you want mommy to be nice with you? nice and slow? look after my pretty bunny?” you ask, whispering.

he nods his head, “please. s’nice. you’re nice.”

you giggle softly and smooth a hand down his thigh, “i’m nice, huh? i thought i was mean?”

he grins, “you are, so mean… but so nice.”

that makes you smile, and he beams at the sight of it, “only to you, bunny, you’re special.”

“am i?” he whispers, like if he asks any louder he’ll hear something he doesn’t like.

“yeah.” you nod, brushing your noses together, you whisper over his lips, “the most special, eddie. you’re so special to me.”

eddie almost slips up and blurts out that he loves you, but he doesn’t, thankfully. he manages to keep himself in check and just makes a bunch of pathetic subby noises that probably have you soaking. and- well, now that he thinks of it, you’ve been so neglected tonight.

an entire night circulated around sex and no one’s even touched you- and look, eddie would be touching everywhere if you hadn’t bound his wrists, but you did, so he can’t.

“wanna touch you.” he mutters, begs, “please mommy, wanna make you cum too.”

“i’m okay, bunny.” you smile, finally kissing him. you taste so good. always so good. “you don’t need too.”

“but-“

“it’s about you tonight, eddie.” you whisper to him. “trust me, baby. i’m enjoying myself, i am… so much. i love having you like this. but tonight’s about you, pretty boy.”

“i wanna make you feel so- uhh… so good too, mommy. deserve it.”

you giggle softly and kiss him again, “you think i deserve to cum?”

he nods his head and bites his lip, looking at you with bambi eyes in hopes of breaking you with them, “you make me feel- fuck. feels so good. feels so good, you should… you should feel so good.”

“i do.” you grinned, smothering him in kisses all over again, “you’re so sweet to me, pet. how about, we focus on you tonight, and then tomorrow, i’ll let you touch me however you like, for as long as you like, for as many orgasms as you’d like me to have, huh?”

eddie started drooling at the thought.

“yeah? if you be a good boy and let mommy take care of you tonight, that can be your reward tomorrow. you can do whatever you like.”

he nodded his head excitedly, “wann ea-you ouh…” he slurred, so fucking gone on you now, “wan… tas…”

“okay, baby.” you giggled, hooking your hand under one of his thighs to pull it higher on your hip, “you can eat me out as much as you like tomorrow. promise i’ll be so wet for you. i’m already so wet for you, you make me so wet, baby.”

eddie is struggling. he’s getting closer and closer to the edge and each perfect thing you say isn’t helping.

“here, baby, you wanna make love?” you mutter into his ear, and he nods. “yeah… you can bring your hands down, if you like, put them around my neck to hold on.”

eddie obviously does not hesitate to touch you. he brings his hands over, his bound wrists above your head, and rests his forearms on your shoulders. you’re fucking into him slow and deep, and it feels so good, he’s starting to shake again. crying, drooling, whimpering, babbling unintelligible thankyous and praises on how good it feels.

he’s so close, and he’s aware you know this, kissing up the length of his neck and sucking more bruises into his pale skin. he can hear you muttering more praises about how good of a slut he is, how pretty he is, how he’s your favourite, and eddie relishes in each and every one of them. he savours them, loves them so much.

he’s got his legs hooked around your back now, ankles crossed and locked there, keeping you close. you’re so good at touching him, knowing all the right spots to make his skin burn with want and desire. it’s so lovely, to be close to you, to breathe in the familiar smell of your perfume and musk.

when you kiss him, you hold him closer. your hand slips down his thigh to his ass where you grab and pull him in closer, your other forearm resting on the pillows right by his head, fingers scratching at his scalp and playing with his hair. it feels so nice, so good, and he’s dropping. he’s so close to dropping.

you kiss away his tears, and even though there’s so much slobber coming from his mouth you kiss him anyway. you kiss him hard, moaning into his mouth which makes his head empty.

his moans are getting higher in pitch, and you know he can’t hold back any longer. he loves how well you know his body now, how he doesn’t need to try and spell it out every time when he’s so clearly unable to. he’s an absolute mess right now.

you’ve ruined him.

you absolutely ruined him, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

“it’s okay.” you whisper into his ear, your hand slipping away from his ass and sliding over to his neglected cock. he’s so sensitive there, it aches, and when you touch him, he whines in both pleasure and pain. “you’re doing so well, bunny, so well for me.” you keep praising, kissing him anywhere you can reach as you do. you start stroking his pretty cock, and he’s done for, “you’ve been such a good boy, bunny. i think you deserve to cum, don’t you?”

he nods his head, turning his lips to you for more kisses.

you giggle at him, leaning in, but before you let him have his kiss, you whisper, “it’s okay, baby, cum for me. come all over mommy’s cock like the good little freak you are.”

that tips him over the edge. he pants into your mouth, whimpering, moaning, hands gripped tight in your hair, as he spills all over your hand and his stomach, hole clenching around your cock. you slowly work him through his second orgasm, letting kiss you as much as he needs.

it’s only when he can’t keep kissing you anymore do you stop. and before he completely slips away to his second favourite place (his first being anywhere you are), he hears you tell him something wonderful;

“there you go, good boy, it’s okay. just relax, i’ve got you. i’ve got you, eddie. i’ve always got you, always keep you safe, honey.” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose, “i wish i could keep you all to myself.”

oh. my. god. okay, thank you SO much for being so patient with me, this chapter has been a long time coming. i’m honestly so happy and proud of myself for getting it done. i got to 1000 followers today, and that gave me the motivation to get it done. i was thinking, hmm, this was so unexpected and i didn’t see it coming so i didn’t plan anything to celebrate, so what could i do? ah yes, mommy issues. beloved beloved mommy issues.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!! i did!!

and guess what, as an extra gift for being so good and patient, i have a peice of nsfw art of eddie going brain numb from pleasure, and you can find that here on ao3 :))))

and if you follow me, thanks for getting me to 1000 followers <33 appreciate it ya little freak ;)

oh were also getting a perspective change next sunday soooo see you then bunnies <3

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Focus On Me (Sub!Yugyeom x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Yugeom x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5337

Genre: Yugyeom is your fanboy and you're a famous r&b singer, he's not an Idol.

Warnings: Smut, femdom, pegging, rimming, oral (fem receiving), Yugyeom calls you ma'am, goddess, mistress, fem pronouns

Minors DNI pls.

Smut below the cut

As the stage lights dim, you are drenched in sweat and adrenaline, and you take a moment to soak in the love and energy of your loyal fans. You stand up and take your final bow before heading to the backstage area.

The cool air backstage is a sense of relief, contrasting sharply with the heat of the stage lights. Your manager greets you and hands you a cold bottle of water, and you thank them.

The sounds of backstage cheering and clapping from your staff and team ground you a bit. Your heart is still beating fast after performing in front of your roaring crowd of forty thousand people.

There are so many people backstage, but you only have one person on your mind.

"Great job, Y/n," your manager hands you your favorite flowers, sunflowers, and compliments you for your second sold-out show in Las Vegas.

You waltz over to your boyfriend, Jaehyun, and kiss him quickly.

"Hi, baby," you smile and hug him. You feel his warm embrace, and he kisses the top of your head.

"Y/n, you were amazing out there! You topped your last show. I'm so proud of you," Jaehyun praises you, and your lips curl into a smile, and you peck another kiss against his lips.

Even with your eyes closed, you can see the flash of white light as people snap photos of the two of you.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and leads you back to your dressing room. You follow him, head into the room, and close the door behind you.

Once the door closes, Jaehyun sits on the couch and wipes his lips. "Did you have to wear so much lip gloss?"

"Uh, yeah. I have to make sure I look good on the jumbotron so that my fans in the nosebleeds can see me sparkle."

You sit in front of the vanity and roll your eyes at him. You start using wipes to remove your makeup.

"I guess. Next time wipe it off before I kiss you."

"Yeah, okay. It's not like I wanted to kiss you anyways," you retort.

"The feeling is mutual. Plus, I don't know where your lips have been."

"I could say the same about you."

"You can't can't say that I've only been with one person. I'm in a committed relationship with my partner."

"Good for you. This fake breakup can't come soon enough," you groan and grab the wipes to clean the makeup from your face.

"Trust me, I'm only here for the clout."

"Please, you need it for your image Mr. Ice cold, and so you build up your POC audience for your solo debut," you remind him.

"Yeah yeah. We need each other. So, we're scheduled to be seen at the club after your show. Your outfit is on your hotel bed," he informs you.

"Perfect. I say we stay for an hour, kiss a few times, and then leave. Is that enough?" You ask.

"I think so. Maybe, we snap a few selfies too?" Jaehyun asks.

"Sounds good. After this we could have an agency together to help other celebrities fake relationships for clout," you say.

"Hell, we do have a whole following. I think we could do that," Jaehyun comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your body.

"Nice to see you excited about something. I'll try to wear less lip gloss."

"Thank you. It's just that my boyfriend hates lip gloss and he wants to see me before we go to the club. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, just don't make us late, please. He came from Boston to see you?" You ask him.

You haven't met his boyfriend, but you are happy he has someone to look forward to. This life as a celebrity can be lonely.

"Uh huh. We're staying together tonight and then he has to go back. I wish I could go with him."

"You could. I could just say you got sick."

"No, because people will think you are sick, and they will blame me. Then it will be outrage."

"I don't have Korean fans. You do. My fans in the states don't care. They are too busy writing AMBW fanfiction about us," you laugh.

"I don't think we should do it. I appreciate you caring about my happiness, though."

"Of course. This celebrity life can be so draining sometimes."

"Do you have anyone special waiting for you in your hotel room?"

Your eyes connect with his dark brown eyes through the vanity mirror. You study his face to see what he knows about your tea.

"Possibly."

"Spill."

Jaehyun moves from behind you and props himself up against the vanity.

"I'm fucking a fan."

"Scandalous…No way," Jaehyun's jaw drops, and his eyes grow. You didn't expect his reaction to be like that.

"I know. But, there is just something about him. He's a huge stan, too. Am I crazy?"

"Uh yea. You don't think he'll leak that our relationship isn't real."

"Hell no. I made him sign an NDA when I replied to his DM. He knows better than that."

"Be careful."

"Always."

***

You head back to your hotel room, and your security follows you up to your room. Before you enter your room, you turn around and thank your staff for protecting you. You exchange goodbyes as you enter your room.

Your heart flutters when you see him on the couch with dandelions in his hands. A baseball cap is covering his dark brown wavy hair.

You instantly know it's him, because you could spot him anywhere. The door closes behind you, and you can't get over how beautiful this man is to you.

He stands to his feet and walks toward you. The large window overshadows the colorful lights of the sinful city below you.

The two of you stand in front of each other with a few inches separating you. He looks down at the ground, and his cheeks are slightly red. You can tell that he's so nervous to meet you in person.

You aren't sure why because you two have been talking for a while, and been on Facetime plenty of nights. Talked dirty via text, so you aren't sure why he's being like this.

"Hi Gyeomie," You speak his nickname for the first time, hoping to break the awkward silence between you.

"Hi, Star," Yugyeom finally looks up into your eyes. His smile radiates from his lips and warms your heart.

"I'm not Star, right now. Please call me, Y/n.," you correct him. You have insisted on this many times, but he slips a lot and still calls you by your stage name.

You know the power dynamics are slightly different because, to the world, you are the best-selling female R&B artist in the world. But, you want to be humanized, and make him feel equal to you.

"Okay, Y/n. You look beautiful."

Your heart flutters and sinks into your chest. You bite at your bottom lip and flash him a smile. All you want to do is attack his beautiful face with kisses. But, you are trying not to move too fast.

You notice his purple silk shirt is slightly open, and your eyes trail down to the dark denim jeans that hug his thighs perfectly.

"Thank you. You are so handsome," you reply.

"I bought you flowers. I'm sure you received a lot tonight."

"I did, but my manager has them. He checks them to make sure there aren't any cameras or anything in them. But, I appreciate you getting me these. They're beautiful. Let me put them in water," you say.

You grab the flowers, and your hand grazes against his fingers, causing you to heat up instantly. You return to the kitchen area and toss the other flowers in the trash. You put Yugyeom's in the vase.

"You didn't drink tonight like I asked. Right?" You ask and return to where he's standing.

"Yes ma'am."

"Mmm.. good boy. Can I kiss you?" You walk over to him and sit next to him.

"Yes, of course," he says. He toys with the rings on his right hand.

You can see his face is slightly red from blushing. You can't remember the last time you had this effect on a man.

You lean in closer to his, and you close your eyes. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold onto his belt loop as you kiss him. Your lips collide with his, and the kiss is perfect. It sends chills down your spine.

You pull away from him and look down. The kiss has you on fire already. You move into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder.

"Damn, how'd I get so lucky?" You look up into his eyes, and you can tell your admission takes him back.

"Lucky for what? I'm just a fan boy. I can't believe I'm meeting you," he stares at the ground. You lift his chin and stare deeply into his eyes.

You push him back against the couch. You run your hands down his chest and feel his abs underneath his shirt.

"Please, you're hot. I'm still shocked you're single."

Yugyeom covers his face. His shyness is so surprising to you. He's always so confident online and even when he talks to you. So, to see him all shy right now is a bit surprising.

"Only, because none of them are you."

His comeback is smooth, and you uncover his beautiful face. His shyness isn't something you expected tonight.

"That's sweet," you giggle. "But, you know I'm far from perfect. Your Twitter feed always makes me smile. I'll have a rough day and scroll through your memes and laugh. Especially, the one where you photoshopped your head on Jaehyun's body."

Yugyeom covers his face again, and you can see the redness in his face. "It's weird isn't it."

"No, it's not. I love it. Trust me. I'm a pretty blunt person. I don't say anything I don't mean. It's an honor to meet you."

You want to make him feel special because these last few months have meant a lot to you. It's brought you so much through this hectic time of touring. You have confided a lot in him. You've spent a lot of late-night conversations talking about your life as well as his.

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. You're sexy as fuck, and your body is amazing. Most importantly, you're super sweet and supportive," you compliment him.

"Oh my god. Thank you so much. You are sexy-"You lift your hand and stop him.

"No, this isn't about me. I get a million compliments a day. I don't need it," you say.

"I don't even know what to say. I've read so many reader fanfics of yours. I can't believe it's happening."

"Which ones are your favorite to read?"

"The ones where you dominate me."

"I'd love to make that a reality, but I have to get ready to go out with Jaehyun for a quick club appearance. I should be back in an hour. You can order whatever you want. But, no alcohol," You kiss him on the forehead. You feel him tremble underneath your touch.

"Okay. But what if I don't want you to leave?"

"Trust me. It's tempting to stay, but I have to keep up appearances. You understand, right?" You reply. You straddle his lap.

"Yes," he nods.

"Why are you so nervous around me? We've talked a bunch of times over the phone and over facetime," you remind him.

"I know, but to be in your presence is different. You're Star the biggest R&B singer in the world. I'm just Yugyeom."

"You aren't just Yugyeom. You are a talented and amazing dancer. If my fans weren't so nosey, I would have hired you. But, I don't want you getting hate or death threats."

"I know. Us fans we notice everything."

"Exactly. Plus, you're a popular guy on the internet. Your dance videos are dope. When are you going to start doing it full-time?"

"I don't know. I'm not professionally taught."

"So, fucking what. You are so talented. If Jaehyun wasn't such a dick, I would ask him to put you on at SM. But, we will figure it out. You deserve for the world to see you."

"You don't have to do that."

"But, I want to. Out of all my well-known fanboys you are the most talented."

"Am I the first one you ever met?"

Now, that's a question you don't want to answer. You can't believe you walk yourself right into the question. You've hooked up with a few of your fanboys.

"Eh, no. You're not. But, you're the only guy I'm talking to at the moment."

"Forreal?"

"Yes. I keep telling you that. Being in a fake relationship with Jaehyun has the perks."

"How does that work? You two seem so in love?"

"Acting," you laugh.

"So, how long will you be gone tonight?"

"An hour. The club is down the street. I'll just tell Jaehyun I'm tired."

"Sounds good."

You make your way to the bathroom, and you close the door behind you. You lean against it and take a deep breath. You need to figure out how to read this situation with Yugyeom. Something seems awkward.

Does he really want you?

Are you coming on too strong?

Typically, when you meet up with one of your fanboys, it isn't a lot of conversation. You hook up, watch TV and joke around, and they leave.

So, your interaction with Yugyeom has you overthinking. Is there something about you he doesn't like now that he's met you in person? Are you not as attractive in person?

You have so many thoughts, and your insecurities are popping up.

You wish you could just rely on the fact that you are Star, the best R&B singer in the world, but you can't.

That's not how you see yourself. You are confident in your singing ability, but don't let that get to your head. Nor do you use it to take advantage of people.

But the fact that Yugyeom has yet to make a move has you questioning everything.

Maybe, he's waiting for you to take the lead.

You know Yugyeom and have talked to him for months. But, there is something there. You have feelings for him. As much as you wish you didn't.

You do.

That's the difference between him and the other fanboys you've hooked up with. You got to know him on a personal level before meeting him.

The last thing you want to do is hurt this beautiful soul. The connection between him is so electric and feels so real.

You care about his well-being and want to do anything to help him succeed in his professional life.

Yugyeom deserves the stars, the moon, and the sun. He's delicate to you. Since, you've started talking to him, you don't even entertain anyone else.

You would be with him in a perfect world, but you're in a PR relationship you can't get out of right now.

How would that make you look if your fans found out you were dating one of your fanboys?

You sigh at your overthinking and look at yourself in the mirror. You take off your clothes and place your phone in the sink.

Your phone lights up, and you see a message from him.

Yugyeom: I'm so sorry… I'm shy. You have me at a loss for words.

You: Gyeomie, I am moving at your pace. Whatever you want to happen tonight will. I brought my strap just in case.

Yugyeom: You must think I'm a prude after I told you how much of a slut I am, and now I'm acting like a virgin.

You: No, It's not like that. I'm in here overthinking. I was starting to think you didn't like me.

Yugyeom: Of course, I like you, Y/n.

Your heart sinks when he calls you by your real name. Star is just your stage persona and not the real you.

You: I like you too. I know you're a slut. But, I want you to feel comfortable. Trust me, there isn't any pressure.

Jaehyun: Hurry up, don't let the fanboy get you pregnant! Lol

You shower quickly and wash away all of the stress from today's concert. You gave it your all on that stage and gave those people all you had.

You go into the bedroom and get ready for your club appearance. You slide into your dress and pull it up. You walk into the living room to have Yugyeom zip it up.

"Can you zip my dress please?" you ask.

"Sure," Yugyeom stands behind you and zips up your dress. You walk over to the mirror in the living room to see how the multi-colored sequin dress fits you.

"Thanks."

"Can we take a picture?" Yugyeom asks.

"Of course," you say.

Yugyeom wraps his arms around you and snaps a photo.

You lean over and grab his face. You plant a kiss on his cheek. He snaps another picture. He turns his head and kisses you. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and your belly flutters with butterflies.

You two end up back on the couch. You kiss him on his chest and lead a trail of kisses down the middle of his chest. "Fuck," Yugyeom whines out.

Yugyeom has wanted you for years. Never in a million years did he ever think he would get to be with you. Somehow, he caught your attention on Twitter, and you two exchanged flirty messages via DM.

That turned into text messages, late night calls, and even facetime calls every other day. You had become a part of his real world, and it was no longer a parasocial relationship where you didn't know he existed.

Yugyeom's fanboying tendencies have turned into real feelings. There's not a moment in the day where he doesn't wonder what you are doing. Not a moment doesn't go by where you aren't on his mind.

The same goes for you. You are always thinking about Yugyeom. His social media persona is just that, a persona and when you got to know him you saw him as more than a fan. In your eyes, he's a sweet and thoughtful human being who is so intelligent and beautiful on the inside and out.

He's not your first fanboy, and to be honest, you hope he will be your last.

Your fake relationship with Jaehyun is just a publicity stunt to help him grow his international presence more since he's dropping his debut solo album, and SM Ent wants to capitalize on the fact that he speaks English.

Yugyeom is the guy you can't get out of your head. In the recording studio, you sing all your songs to him and only him. He's on your brain when you are penning lyrics to your songs.

He's the one you are thinking about when you rest your head. You hold back sometimes because you might be too thirsty for Yugyeom. You sometimes feel like you're his fangirl, but you always keep calm.

"No, I want to taste you first. May I?" Yugyeom stops you, and you lay back on the couch.

"Of course."

Yugyeom gets down on his knees and pushes your dress up at your hips. He seductively pulls down your panties and shoves them in his back pocket.

You spread your legs for Yugyeom, and it's what you've been waiting to do for the last five months since you started talking to him.

Sure, you had other fanboys on speed dial, but you were saving yourself for Yugyeom.

It was more than sexting that made you interested in him.

Yugyeom marvels at how your pussy glistens for him. A slight smirk builds on his face, and he's in awe at how beautiful you look with your legs spread for him and him only.

Yugyeom draws his face closer to your sex and holds your legs over his shoulder. He kisses your sex and closes his eyes to take in your scent. His tongue probes inside of you and savors the taste of your sweetness. "Mmm.. you taste so good."

His goddess is here with her legs spread open on the top floor of the most expensive hotel in the city. A place he could never afford to step foot in.

Here he is, admiring the sweet taste of you. He's dreamed of this moment so many nights. He's stroked his dick and thought about having you cum on his tongue. He's longed for you for a very long time.

Yugyeom's tongue explores your center and laps up all of your wetness that has dripped down. He licks you with ease and grace. This isn't the time to race. He wants to take his time and allow your orgasm to build because the reward will be beyond worth it.

Yugyeom nibbles on your clit and your body shudders for him. He feels prideful with a bit of an ego. You picked him out of all your fanboys across the world. He's the one who gets to worship his goddess. His dick is rock-hard, but the focus isn't on him right now.

Yugyeom is getting off from pleasing you. He can feel a bit of precum leak against his boxers. All he wants is for you to experience the best orgasm you ever had.

His mouth waters, and he alternate from loving on your clit to drilling his tongue deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue.

You can't remember the last time someone ate you out this good. Yugyeom is the perfect slut to make you cum hard. He's giving you everything he has, and you are enjoying the moment. You are so glad to have him in your hotel room.

"Goddess, your pussy is so good. You're so fucking wet for me," Yugyeom moans against your sex, and you grind your pussy against his face. Ugh, why does this beautiful man have to be so fucking good at cunnilingus?

Right now, your body is on another level. You are ready to explode for him. You can't believe how hot this man has made you.

"I'm gonna cum," you nearly scream. You wrap your legs around his head and release.

Your ride the wave of your orgasm, and Yugyeom is right there with you as your body rises and falls.

Yuygeom doesn't miss a drop when you cum for him. You sit back on the couch and pull him into your lap.

"Thank you, Gyeomie," you kiss him as you hold in your lap. You pull back and tell him. "When I come back I'm going to eat you out."

"Mmmm.. I can't wait."

Your sexual invitation is interrupted by a knock on the door. Your heart drops because you forgot that you had to leave. "Fuck, Jaehyun is here. Go into my bedroom. I'll be back soon," you reply.

"Yes ma'am."

You take a deep breath and stand up. Yugyeom helps you up and your legs are shaking a little bit. You lean in again and kiss him. Tasting yourself on his tongue gives you a bit of a rush.

"Ugh, I wish I could stay here and eat your ass. But, it'll have to wait. Don't touch your dick until I come back."

"Yes ma'am."

***

You sit in the VIP lounge with Jaehyun's arm wrapped around your waist. You don't want him on you, but you know you must make the interaction seem believable.

Yugyeom is texting you non-stop. Thankfully, you have a privacy screen protector on your phone so Jaehyun's nosey ass can't read your text.

Yugyeom: I want to stroke it so bad. But, I know you told me to save it for you.

Y/n: I will know if you cum, too. So, please wait for me.

"Who has you typing away at your phone? You can't even contain your excitement," Jaehyun's monotone voice irks you.

But, that doesn't take away from the fact that you are still high from Yugyeom eating you out.

"My boo."

"Did you fuck him?"

You glare at him. You look around at your VIP section, of course, it's just the two of you. So, no one can hear you, but you still can't be too sure.

"Not yet. You interrupted us."

"Not my fault. Can I see a picture of this fanboy?"

"No. It's none of your business."

Jaehyun sips on his mixed drink. "Why aren't you drinking tonight?"

"Cause, I plan on fucking him tonight. I want everything to be right."

"Interesting. So, after tonight will you see him again?"

"I hope so. He got tickets to see me in Phoenix, too."

"He's thirsty as fuck."

"No, he isn't. He's just supportive."

"Are you sure he isn't using you?"

"Using me for what?"

"Clout."

"Like you aren't?" you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, but I'm already famous. He's not.. or is he?"

"Don't worry about him. My NDA is ironclad, so everything is fine."

***

You arrive back at the hotel. You were gone for over an hour, but you are grateful that Yugyeom is so understanding. You slip the keycard into the hotel door and walk into the room.

Yugyeom is curled up on the couch with a blanket around him. The white light of the television reflects against his skin.

"Gyeomie?" You call out to him, but he doesn't respond. You walk over to him and sit next to him. You kiss him on the forehead.

"Y/n?" he groggily responds.

"Come on.. let's get you to bed," You reply. You help him up and lead him into the bedroom. You pull the cover back and take off his pants.

"You were gone longer than an hour," Yugyeom responses.

"I'm sorry, boo. But, I'm here now. Let me make it up to you. Let me change my clothes. Let's go into the bedroom," you reach out to him.

Yugyeom grabs your hand. He follows you into the bedroom. You turn around and he unzips your dress. You open your suitcase and grab the box holding your lube and strap.

"Get naked," you say over your shoulder. You place the lube on the table and pull out your strap-on.

By the time you put your strap on, you see he's already nude and waiting on the bed for you.

"Do you miss me?" You ask. You stand over the bed between his legs. His dick is already hard for you.

He nods, but that isn't good enough for you.

"Tell me. Use your words."

"Yes, I missed you. All I could think about is you."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress. I missed you."

"Mmm.. can I eat your ass?"

"Yes, mistress."

You get on your knees in front of him and pull him to the edge of the bed. You place his legs over your shoulders. You waste no time shoving your tongue into his ass.

Yugyeom moans out and its music to your ears..

"Fuck, you're so tight. Are you sure you're a slut?" You continue to jam your tongue deep inside of him.

"I'm your slut," Yugyeom whimpers for you, and his legs lock around your head.

A chill goes through your body as you hear him say that. You knew that his slutty side would emerge tonight.

His body reacts so easily to you, and his dick springs right up. You stroke him with your right hand while you lap away at his entrance.

You work your hand up and down his length, and you can't wait until you get to fuck him. You know you need to loosen him up a bit. You reach down between your legs, and you're already dripping wet. You use your juices to lube your fingers.

"Baby, you sure you can handle my strap?" You ask him.

"Yes, it isn't my first rodeo, goddess."

You love the cockiness in his response. "Okay, baby. Let see how you respond to my fingers, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You slip a lubricated finger inside of him, while you return to stroke him with your other hand. He works his ass against your finger, and you add another digit.

"Mmm.. such a good boy taking my fingers. I guess you are a slut. You don't know how bad I want you."

"Ruin me, goddess."

You take a deep breath trying to hold your composure as you continue to work your magic on him so he can relax, and you can make love to him.

"You ready?"

"Yes, please. I need you."

"How bad?"

"Really bad.. it's all I wanted."

You stand up and instruct him to move towards the middle of the bed.

You grab the lube and coat your strap, and you prepare for him for the pounding he's about to receive.

"You're so beautiful," you compliment him as you grab his legs and look at him. Under the dim light, he looks ethereal and has a glow.

"Thank you, goddess. No one has ever told me that before," Yugyeom replies shyly.

"It's the truth. You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, goddess."

It's kind of cute how he switches up between being confident to shy.

You push his legs back and instruct him to hold his legs for you.

You ease into him, and move into him slowly. As you continue to penetrate him, Yugyeom's expression shifts from shyness to a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. The way he moans and arches his back only adds to his allure, making the experience even more intoxicating.

"How does it feel baby?" You ask him, checking in with him.

"Good.. you don't have to go easy on me," Yugyeom taunts you, and it's all the motivation you need.

Yugyeom grips the sheets as he stares into you. The beautiful woman who has changed his whole life. The woman he's wanted for so long. He can't believe he's really here in this moment with you.

He's enjoying the way you're making his body feel. He loves watching you pump into him faster. He strokes his dick, and you cover his hand to guide him to move faster.

"Goddess, this feel too good. I want to cum."

"Not yet. I'm just getting started."

Yugyeom knows that you are in charge. That's why he likes you so much. He enjoys letting you lead and take control. He loves the way you taste he can still taste you on his tongue.

You stop moving and Yugyeom looks at you. The euphoric feeling has come to a complete halt, and he doesn't want it to end.

"Goddess, please," he begs you. "Please keep going."

"Get on all fours," you instruct him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Yugyeom excitedly gets on all fours as he's instructed. He arches his back and waits for you to enter him again.

Yugyeom feels you smack his ass, and he jumps a bit. He loves the impact, and you enter him again, this time from behind.

You hold onto his waist, and you pound into him harder than before this time. If the slut says he wants it rough, then you're going to give it to him. You move faster and thrust into him. The visual of him on all fours for you is literal art. His moans fill up the room, and continue pleasing your lover.

"You like the way goddess fucks you?" You grab his hair while you work your strap into him.

"Yess!" Yugyeom cries out.

"Stroke yourself and cum for me, then," you instruct.

Yugyeom's hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length, his moans growing louder as he follows your request.

The sight of him pleasuring himself in sync with your powerful thrusts intensifies your connection.

Yugyeom releases into his hand and collapses forward onto the bed.

You slide out of him, lie beside him, and hold him in your arms. "You did so good, baby," you compliment him.

"I love you, Y/n," Yugyeom confesses.

"I love you, too Gyeomie," you reply.

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