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dom!reader x sub!character, praise kink, tie pulling, LOTS of teasing, edging, power loss, mean!reader, secret relationship, punishment, degradation, humiliation, professor x student, handjob, finger sucking, hair pulling, college au, ooc nanami
note: reader is in their early/mid 20s, nanami is late 20âs/early 30âs
i was supposed to post this a long time ago...
âMx [Name]?â A sudden knock on your desk jolts you out of your thoughts, and you immediately look up to see the stern look of your professor, Nanami Kento, staring down at you in disapproval.
Cheeks burning with shame, you notice your classmatesâ eyes are on you.
Fuck, whatâs happening?
Your professor mustâve read your mind as he answers the question for you.
âWeâre on page 394, [Name]. In the book that I said was for classwork? The class was wondering about your thoughts on the chapter that we all just read just now. Care to share your thoughts?â
Your breath catches in your throat as you stumble for words. Your professor only looks at you in amusement, an eyebrow slowly raising up as you continue to embarrass yourself.
Right as you see him open his mouth to surely make another comment, the bell rings, signalling the end of the class.
Fucking finally.
Gathering your bag and materials, youâre wishing to be the first one out, but of course, nothing ever goes your way, does it?
âMx [Name], please stay after class.â
Begrudgingly, you drop your stuff back down and watch as your friends give you looks of pity as they leave the room.
Before long, the door shuts, and youâre left standing near his desk, awkwardly. Glancing at it, you notice the lack of any speck of dust or mess.
You watch as he silently sits, separating his folders and papers into different piles, and as much as the silence annoys you, you know better than to speak first.
Fortunately, he finishes quickly and glances at you with a small frown.
âCome here,â he says, but you canât make out the tone in his words. Silently, you walk around his desk and up to him, noticing the furrow in his eyebrow.
âYou were staring at the football players outside again, [Name].â
You have to force yourself not to roll your eyes. Heâs fucking jealous, thatâs whatâs happening. If you didnât know better, you wouldâve thought that from that tone, he would be pouting right now.
However long ago, you and Nanami had been in a secret relationship where you two only showed feelings behind closed doors.
Not only is his career and reputation on the line, but so is your education.
Despite being older than you, youâve come to realise just how much he acts like a child sometimes.
He mustâve seen the annoyance on your face because he quickly tries to correct himself.
âYou know I donât like it when you stare at them during their practice, not when Iâm up here teaching. Why stare at a bunch of foolish football players when your dear professor is right in front of you?â
When he still sees the annoyance on your face, his face slowly turns to slight panic.
â[Name], talk to me. Why are you being so quiet?â
âWhat was that earlier?â You mutter, your jaw slightly tense from replaying the embarrassing scene over and over again in your head. The confusion on his face only spurs the anger in you.
âYou embarrassed me back there, in front of all my classmates.â You practically scowl, fists clenching when you realise that now your peers may think of you as some air-headed dreamer who doesnât care to pay attention during class.
Realisation dawns on his face, but instead of apologising, he only smirks.
âYouâre mad about that, [Name]?â He lets out a chuckle, almost as if he couldnât believe your words. âI did it for your own good; there were rumours going around about us. Would you have wanted that on your reputation?â
Thereâs a small smirk on his face that makes you want to slap it right off. Does he think it's funny that you just endured public embarrassment?
âI practically helped you. You know, instead of getting mad at me like this, I feel like you should owe me an apology forââ
Suddenly, you grab his tie and tug it sharply towards you and slightly into the air. His breath gets knocked out of his lungs as his hands reach for your waist to steady himself.
The scene is the total opposite of what was happening just seconds earlier. With his tie gripped tightly in your grasp, and anger and annoyance written clearly on your face, he can only stay seated at his desk, face lifted up as he reveals his neck for you.
You swear you hear him let out a small groan and a quiet curse.
âOwe you an apology? Donât make me fucking laugh, Nanami.â Watching as his Adamâs apple bobs, your grip on his tie only tightens.
âWhat? You got jealous that I wasnât paying attention to you, and you decided to embarrass me?â Annoyance laces your tongue, and Nanami only watches you with widened eyes as you continue to practically scold him.
You donât notice how heâs gone quiet and how youâre now right up in front of him until you hear his breath hitch in his throat, which makes you pause.
Breathing heavily, you can only stare at him and his now flushed face.
âThatâs honestly embarrassing for you, Nanami, getting jealous of guys younger than you.â You raise an eyebrow as you spit out more than what you were planning to.
âNow my classmates think Iâm fucking stupid because you decided that you wanted to bitch and be a brat. You think thatâs amusing?â
You finally register his silence, and your hand wrapped around his tie loosens as you try to slow down your quickened breath. Tensing your jaw, you eye him up and down in annoyance and displeasure before it lands on a particular spot on his pants.
Fucking hell.
âDonât you dare tell me youâre seriously hard right now, Nanami,â you sneer, nose scrunching up as your eyes stay put staring at the tent in his pants.
Nanami widens his eyes before trying to cover his crotch with his hands, but it's too late, youâve already seen it, and youâre not about to let it go.
You glance back up at his face as he tries to avoid eye contact, the cogwheels turning in your mind as you try to make sense of this situation.
âYou got hard from me yelling at you.â Itâs not a question, itâs a statement. You know he did, of course, he would.
And you swear you see something twitch inside his pants, and you quickly grab his chin to force him to face you.
âSay it, say you got hard from my yelling, Nanami.â
By this point, Nanami is bright red as a shiver runs down his spine. Is it fear? Pleasure? He doesnât even know himself, but shit, does it feel good when you use that tone on him.
The tone that makes his knees weak, mind fuzzy, mouth dry, but his dick throb in his pants, knowing that heâll do whatever you say if you order him around like that.
His tongue darts out of his lips to lick them wet, and he almost groans when he sees your eyes follow the movement.
âI-I got hard from your yelling,â he mumbles, but your grip on his chin tightens, and he winces before repeating it clearly.
A moment of silence passes by, and Nanami wonders if he had truly messed up.
âTake your pants off and get on the desk.â Nanami clenches his jaw before immediately following your order, standing up and getting rid of his tailored pants.
Leaving the rest of his clothes on, he quickly sits on the edge of his desk facing you. Immediately, embarrassment hits him because he knows you can see the wet stain on his boxers, exactly where the tip of his dick is. The thought only makes him spread his legs wider for you, and you notice.
What a whore.
Standing between his legs, your hands land on his upper thighs, rubbing circles on the inside, and he has to bite back a low groan. Suddenly, your hand on his crotch has him moan out loud, and his hand quickly slaps to his mouth in horror.
But you only grin in amusement as your hand continues to squeeze and rub the spot, your thumb rubbing circles on the wet spot as you feel his tip underneath.
âF-Fuckk w-wait shit! [Name]!â Nanami cries out in pleasure when you squeeze firmer, and you feel his thighs start to shake, his hips bucking up to your hand. Eyes glazing over and drool already escaping at the side of his mouth, the sight only drives you to want to ruin him even more.
Having been busy recently due to your other classes, you know Nanami hasnât been getting as much attention and touch from you, and itâs only gotten him pent up. You also know that because of that, heâll be quick to cum, and the way his whimpers continue to rise in pitch only proves your point. However, you canât help but tease him.
âDonât tell me youâre close already, Nanami.â He opens his mouth to reply, but only lets out a moan when you tug his boxers down and expose the sticky mess of his dick to you.
With his dick already slick with pre cum, you wrap your hand around it, and the most sinful, wet sound youâve ever heard is made when you start to pump slowly. Along with the sound of his whines and whimpers, the wet sounds of your hand on his dick fill the room.
âO-Oh fuckkk mngh i-im gonna- ima-â But before Nanami can moan out whatever words he was going to say next, your hand already leaves his dick and your free hand reaches up to tug his hair backwards. The pricks of pain on his scalp paired with the pain of his hard dick only make him cry out in both pain and pleasure. His eyes roll back to his skull as he babbles out pleas and other words too slurred for you to understand most of it.
Though what you can make out are whiny ânoâsâ and curses as you watch more beads of pre-cum leak out from the tip of his dick to slide down to drip on his desk. Thereâs now a small puddle of his pre-cum on the desk underneath his dick, and you can only bite your lip in satisfaction as you watch it grow larger.
Your finger reaches down to swipe some of the mess on your fingers before lifting it to his lips and shoving two fingers in his mouth, watching as he gags lightly at the sudden intrusion. His eyes water slightly as you feel his tongue slide against your fingers and start to lick the pre-cum off your fingers.
You coo as he almost instinctively sucks on your fingers as he gazes at you with glossy eyes and a flushed face. Slowly, you pull your fingers out, and he whines as he watches his saliva connect them with his lips.
You swear you see his dick twitch hard at that.
âAh, I-I was so close, [Name],â he whines out, and you almost take pity on him. Almost. But you know you donât have much time left anyway, not when students may be coming back for other classes.
âHow about this, Iâll make you cum as long as you donât make too much noise. Wouldnât want someone to pass by and hear how much of a slut you are, do you?â
Your hand returns to his dick and wraps around it, though you donât start moving it yet.
âWhat if someone were to walk in here? A student, one of your coworkers?â Raising your eyebrow, a grin slowly makes its way onto your face as you see him remember how his door isnât even locked.
But he doesnât even care about that anymore. Heâs too focused on the need to cum and the fact that the pain in his dick is too much to bear.
He only nods eagerly, and his Adamâs apple bobs as he eyes your hand when it starts moving again.
This time, the speed you choose is absolute torture. Too fast, too firm, that it knocks the breath out of his lungs and makes him groan in pleasure as his hands fly to your shoulders.
âF-fuck fuck nghh f-feels good,â he pants out, hips bucking into your hand eagerly, clearly too fucked out by the pleasure already.
Though clearly still pent up from your lack of attention combined with the earlier edge, he quickly feels the heat rush to his dick as he feels himself getting closer.
Grabbing his tie firmly again, you tug him closer to you as you pump even faster, wanting to hear all his pretty, lewd noises.
âClose, I-Iâm close fuck! C-Can I cum, p-please?â
âGo on, make a mess of yourself,â you order, and seconds later, you hear him moan even louder as he throws his head back, eyes rolling back as he cums hard.
Cum shoots out of his dick and onto your hand and drips onto the desk underneath him as you slow down your pace to prolong his pleasure.
Ironically, the very same desk that was so pristine and clean at the beginning of your class beforehand is now stained and covered in his cum.
Soon enough, his breath slows down, and he leans onto you for support, his hands tightening on your shoulder. The sight of your usual stern, stoic, and serious professor, leaning on you after you pumped him dry and turned him into a whining mess, makes you bite back a laugh.
When your hand grazes back against his dick, he whines out pitifully. âRound two, Nanami?â
He only groans at you, his breath shaky. âOh fuck me,â he mutters under his breath.
dom!reader x sub!character, praise kink, tie pulling, LOTS of teasing, edging, power loss, mean!reader, secret relationship, punishment, degradation, humiliation, professor x student, handjob, finger sucking, hair pulling, college au, ooc nanami
note: reader is in their early/mid 20s, nanami is late 20âs/early 30âs
i was supposed to post this a long time ago...
âMx [Name]?â A sudden knock on your desk jolts you out of your thoughts, and you immediately look up to see the stern look of your professor, Nanami Kento, staring down at you in disapproval.
Cheeks burning with shame, you notice your classmatesâ eyes are on you.
Fuck, whatâs happening?
Your professor mustâve read your mind as he answers the question for you.
âWeâre on page 394, [Name]. In the book that I said was for classwork? The class was wondering about your thoughts on the chapter that we all just read just now. Care to share your thoughts?â
Your breath catches in your throat as you stumble for words. Your professor only looks at you in amusement, an eyebrow slowly raising up as you continue to embarrass yourself.
Right as you see him open his mouth to surely make another comment, the bell rings, signalling the end of the class.
Fucking finally.
Gathering your bag and materials, youâre wishing to be the first one out, but of course, nothing ever goes your way, does it?
âMx [Name], please stay after class.â
Begrudgingly, you drop your stuff back down and watch as your friends give you looks of pity as they leave the room.
Before long, the door shuts, and youâre left standing near his desk, awkwardly. Glancing at it, you notice the lack of any speck of dust or mess.
You watch as he silently sits, separating his folders and papers into different piles, and as much as the silence annoys you, you know better than to speak first.
Fortunately, he finishes quickly and glances at you with a small frown.
âCome here,â he says, but you canât make out the tone in his words. Silently, you walk around his desk and up to him, noticing the furrow in his eyebrow.
âYou were staring at the football players outside again, [Name].â
You have to force yourself not to roll your eyes. Heâs fucking jealous, thatâs whatâs happening. If you didnât know better, you wouldâve thought that from that tone, he would be pouting right now.
However long ago, you and Nanami had been in a secret relationship where you two only showed feelings behind closed doors.
Not only is his career and reputation on the line, but so is your education.
Despite being older than you, youâve come to realise just how much he acts like a child sometimes.
He mustâve seen the annoyance on your face because he quickly tries to correct himself.
âYou know I donât like it when you stare at them during their practice, not when Iâm up here teaching. Why stare at a bunch of foolish football players when your dear professor is right in front of you?â
When he still sees the annoyance on your face, his face slowly turns to slight panic.
â[Name], talk to me. Why are you being so quiet?â
âWhat was that earlier?â You mutter, your jaw slightly tense from replaying the embarrassing scene over and over again in your head. The confusion on his face only spurs the anger in you.
âYou embarrassed me back there, in front of all my classmates.â You practically scowl, fists clenching when you realise that now your peers may think of you as some air-headed dreamer who doesnât care to pay attention during class.
Realisation dawns on his face, but instead of apologising, he only smirks.
âYouâre mad about that, [Name]?â He lets out a chuckle, almost as if he couldnât believe your words. âI did it for your own good; there were rumours going around about us. Would you have wanted that on your reputation?â
Thereâs a small smirk on his face that makes you want to slap it right off. Does he think it's funny that you just endured public embarrassment?
âI practically helped you. You know, instead of getting mad at me like this, I feel like you should owe me an apology forââ
Suddenly, you grab his tie and tug it sharply towards you and slightly into the air. His breath gets knocked out of his lungs as his hands reach for your waist to steady himself.
The scene is the total opposite of what was happening just seconds earlier. With his tie gripped tightly in your grasp, and anger and annoyance written clearly on your face, he can only stay seated at his desk, face lifted up as he reveals his neck for you.
You swear you hear him let out a small groan and a quiet curse.
âOwe you an apology? Donât make me fucking laugh, Nanami.â Watching as his Adamâs apple bobs, your grip on his tie only tightens.
âWhat? You got jealous that I wasnât paying attention to you, and you decided to embarrass me?â Annoyance laces your tongue, and Nanami only watches you with widened eyes as you continue to practically scold him.
You donât notice how heâs gone quiet and how youâre now right up in front of him until you hear his breath hitch in his throat, which makes you pause.
Breathing heavily, you can only stare at him and his now flushed face.
âThatâs honestly embarrassing for you, Nanami, getting jealous of guys younger than you.â You raise an eyebrow as you spit out more than what you were planning to.
âNow my classmates think Iâm fucking stupid because you decided that you wanted to bitch and be a brat. You think thatâs amusing?â
You finally register his silence, and your hand wrapped around his tie loosens as you try to slow down your quickened breath. Tensing your jaw, you eye him up and down in annoyance and displeasure before it lands on a particular spot on his pants.
Fucking hell.
âDonât you dare tell me youâre seriously hard right now, Nanami,â you sneer, nose scrunching up as your eyes stay put staring at the tent in his pants.
Nanami widens his eyes before trying to cover his crotch with his hands, but it's too late, youâve already seen it, and youâre not about to let it go.
You glance back up at his face as he tries to avoid eye contact, the cogwheels turning in your mind as you try to make sense of this situation.
âYou got hard from me yelling at you.â Itâs not a question, itâs a statement. You know he did, of course, he would.
And you swear you see something twitch inside his pants, and you quickly grab his chin to force him to face you.
âSay it, say you got hard from my yelling, Nanami.â
By this point, Nanami is bright red as a shiver runs down his spine. Is it fear? Pleasure? He doesnât even know himself, but shit, does it feel good when you use that tone on him.
The tone that makes his knees weak, mind fuzzy, mouth dry, but his dick throb in his pants, knowing that heâll do whatever you say if you order him around like that.
His tongue darts out of his lips to lick them wet, and he almost groans when he sees your eyes follow the movement.
âI-I got hard from your yelling,â he mumbles, but your grip on his chin tightens, and he winces before repeating it clearly.
A moment of silence passes by, and Nanami wonders if he had truly messed up.
âTake your pants off and get on the desk.â Nanami clenches his jaw before immediately following your order, standing up and getting rid of his tailored pants.
Leaving the rest of his clothes on, he quickly sits on the edge of his desk facing you. Immediately, embarrassment hits him because he knows you can see the wet stain on his boxers, exactly where the tip of his dick is. The thought only makes him spread his legs wider for you, and you notice.
What a whore.
Standing between his legs, your hands land on his upper thighs, rubbing circles on the inside, and he has to bite back a low groan. Suddenly, your hand on his crotch has him moan out loud, and his hand quickly slaps to his mouth in horror.
But you only grin in amusement as your hand continues to squeeze and rub the spot, your thumb rubbing circles on the wet spot as you feel his tip underneath.
âF-Fuckk w-wait shit! [Name]!â Nanami cries out in pleasure when you squeeze firmer, and you feel his thighs start to shake, his hips bucking up to your hand. Eyes glazing over and drool already escaping at the side of his mouth, the sight only drives you to want to ruin him even more.
Having been busy recently due to your other classes, you know Nanami hasnât been getting as much attention and touch from you, and itâs only gotten him pent up. You also know that because of that, heâll be quick to cum, and the way his whimpers continue to rise in pitch only proves your point. However, you canât help but tease him.
âDonât tell me youâre close already, Nanami.â He opens his mouth to reply, but only lets out a moan when you tug his boxers down and expose the sticky mess of his dick to you.
With his dick already slick with pre cum, you wrap your hand around it, and the most sinful, wet sound youâve ever heard is made when you start to pump slowly. Along with the sound of his whines and whimpers, the wet sounds of your hand on his dick fill the room.
âO-Oh fuckkk mngh i-im gonna- ima-â But before Nanami can moan out whatever words he was going to say next, your hand already leaves his dick and your free hand reaches up to tug his hair backwards. The pricks of pain on his scalp paired with the pain of his hard dick only make him cry out in both pain and pleasure. His eyes roll back to his skull as he babbles out pleas and other words too slurred for you to understand most of it.
Though what you can make out are whiny ânoâsâ and curses as you watch more beads of pre-cum leak out from the tip of his dick to slide down to drip on his desk. Thereâs now a small puddle of his pre-cum on the desk underneath his dick, and you can only bite your lip in satisfaction as you watch it grow larger.
Your finger reaches down to swipe some of the mess on your fingers before lifting it to his lips and shoving two fingers in his mouth, watching as he gags lightly at the sudden intrusion. His eyes water slightly as you feel his tongue slide against your fingers and start to lick the pre-cum off your fingers.
You coo as he almost instinctively sucks on your fingers as he gazes at you with glossy eyes and a flushed face. Slowly, you pull your fingers out, and he whines as he watches his saliva connect them with his lips.
You swear you see his dick twitch hard at that.
âAh, I-I was so close, [Name],â he whines out, and you almost take pity on him. Almost. But you know you donât have much time left anyway, not when students may be coming back for other classes.
âHow about this, Iâll make you cum as long as you donât make too much noise. Wouldnât want someone to pass by and hear how much of a slut you are, do you?â
Your hand returns to his dick and wraps around it, though you donât start moving it yet.
âWhat if someone were to walk in here? A student, one of your coworkers?â Raising your eyebrow, a grin slowly makes its way onto your face as you see him remember how his door isnât even locked.
But he doesnât even care about that anymore. Heâs too focused on the need to cum and the fact that the pain in his dick is too much to bear.
He only nods eagerly, and his Adamâs apple bobs as he eyes your hand when it starts moving again.
This time, the speed you choose is absolute torture. Too fast, too firm, that it knocks the breath out of his lungs and makes him groan in pleasure as his hands fly to your shoulders.
âF-fuck fuck nghh f-feels good,â he pants out, hips bucking into your hand eagerly, clearly too fucked out by the pleasure already.
Though clearly still pent up from your lack of attention combined with the earlier edge, he quickly feels the heat rush to his dick as he feels himself getting closer.
Grabbing his tie firmly again, you tug him closer to you as you pump even faster, wanting to hear all his pretty, lewd noises.
âClose, I-Iâm close fuck! C-Can I cum, p-please?â
âGo on, make a mess of yourself,â you order, and seconds later, you hear him moan even louder as he throws his head back, eyes rolling back as he cums hard.
Cum shoots out of his dick and onto your hand and drips onto the desk underneath him as you slow down your pace to prolong his pleasure.
Ironically, the very same desk that was so pristine and clean at the beginning of your class beforehand is now stained and covered in his cum.
Soon enough, his breath slows down, and he leans onto you for support, his hands tightening on your shoulder. The sight of your usual stern, stoic, and serious professor, leaning on you after you pumped him dry and turned him into a whining mess, makes you bite back a laugh.
When your hand grazes back against his dick, he whines out pitifully. âRound two, Nanami?â
He only groans at you, his breath shaky. âOh fuck me,â he mutters under his breath.
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NOTES: thank you to this beautiful anon for this request. given his character, I made it as realistic as I think it could be. I hope you like it <3
TW: smut, sub!ben/dom!reader, Ben being a broke lil boy, lowkey heâs a sugar baby, but itâs okay because you have money, Ben fronting like heâs in charge but heâs noooot, younger reader (ofc since heâs old af), i think thatâs all
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Ben thinks heâs working you from day one. Youâre young and loaded with the kind of old money that doesnât blink at thousand-dollar tabs or five-star hotels. Youâre basically Vought royalty, your dad has been with the company since forever. The kind of âsince foreverâ that comes with a corner office and a private stairwell.
Youâre exactly the kind of girl he likes nowadaysâtoo rich to say no, too bored to care what youâre doing. Thatâs what he thinks, anyway. Until you open your mouth and hand his ego back to him in pieces.
You donât try to impress him. You donât act like youâre lucky to be there. You just look him over, slow and sharp, like youâre assessing an antique: flashy, worn, expensive once, and maybe still worth somethingâif you feel like polishing it up.
And when he leans in too close and says, âCareful, sweetheart. I bite.â
You sip your drink without looking away and say, âYouâd cry if I bit back.â
It short-circuits something in him. Not enough to stop himânothing ever doesâbut enough to shift the air. The swagger doesnât vanish, but it starts to lag behind his eyes, like all the sudden heâs not sure whether heâs the one hunting or being hunted.
And thatâs when it starts to get fun.
You knew about the money, or lack there of, before Ben ever brought it up. Which, to be fair, he never actually did. You had overheard your father talking about it in the kitchen late one night with a drink in hand and disdain in his voice. Something about Soldier Boy hemorrhaging money on parties, pills, pointless flexes, defaulting on obligations, still thinking he could throw his weight around while sitting on a financial crater.
âThe prick acts like he runs the damn place,â your father said, and you remember the way he scoffed. âAnd heâs too dumb to realize weâre all watching him drown.â
You made a mental note. You didnât judge him for itâyou just filed it away as leverage. Something to keep in your back pocket. A crack in the armor that you could oh-so-easily wiggle your fingers into.
And you see it play out exactly as expected.
Heâs not poorânot really. Heâs still a legend. Still a name that gets doors opened, drinks comped, rooms silenced. But he canât keep up anymore. Not with the way he used to live. Not with the lifestyle he built, not with the image he sells. He used to throw money at problems and crawl out of the wreckage with a scar and a story. Now he just throws the stories and hopes no one asks to see the receipts.
You donât take him outâyou let him take you. He picks the places. He makes the reservations for swanky booth where you sit with your back to the dining room so he can sit facing out, broad shoulders sprawled, thumb tracing circles on your thigh.
Big man. Bigger ego.
He âpaysâ too. Hands the waiter the black card with a grunt and a smirk and a look like he just did something worth praising. Heâll say things like, âdonât skimp on the wine, my girlâs got a taste for the expensive stuff.â
Itâs the very same card you refill every week.
You donât say a word. You never do. You let him order the bottle, sign the check, carry the leftovers out like heâs a provider. Like he earned this. And when he slips that card back into his wallet like a badge of honor, you only smileâsweet, slow, satisfied.
He used to argue. Used to fight you for the check, used to mutter about pride and independence and not being some goddamn chick. That fizzled fast. You didnât scream or correct or roll your eyes. You just let him throw his little tantrums, let him puff his chest, and then paid it anyway because someone had to. Because he couldnât. And worse? He knew you knew it.
And thatâs what unhinged him the most. Not that you paid. That you never held it over him. Never looked at him like he owed you. Never said what he knew was true. You just let him pretend, let him act like the man, let him sweat and sulk and strut his way through the illusion while you sat across from him with your legs crossed and your power wrapped in velvet.
Now? He thinks this charade is the balance. And of course, you let him. You nod when he says heâs got it. You kiss him when he opens the door for you. You tell him heâs âso good to youâ and let him fuck you after.
And in bed, itâs worse.
So much fucking worse. Or better, depending how you look at it.
Some nights, you lean back on the bed, legs spread, lazy and half-dressed, you watch him hesitate just a beat before he drops to his knees. Still cocky, still mouthing off.
âWhat, you just expect me to crawl to it now?â he smirks, licking his lips like he thinks heâs dangerous.
You tilt your head, reach out, curl your fingers through his hair. His whole body reacts. And when you pull him closerâjust a littleâhis hands are already on your thighs and his mouth is already open.
âDonât pretend you donât love it down there,â you murmur, barely above a whisper, and he groans. Burying himself between your legs like itâs instinct. Just like youâve trained him to.
You guide his pace with your hands. Little tugs. A quiet word. A sharp sigh when he gets it right. And he responds to every signal like heâs tuned to you, like he needs you to tell him heâs doing good. You donât say good boy. Not yet. You keep it just out of reachâbecause you know what itâll do to him when you finally give it.
Tonight, he talks a big game like itâs his second language. Growls in your ear about how wet you are, how tight you are, how no one fucks you like he does. He brags like heâs got something to prove and the stamina to back it up. He keeps one hand locked around your hip and the other braced on the headboard and youâre fairly certain itâs all for show. Buy you let him have his fun. You moan for him. You take it like youâre desperate until you arenât.
You grab himâreally grab himâfingers locking tight at the base of his skull, nails digging just enough to sting. You tug his head back and he chokes on the sound he was about to make, thrust faltering, hips jerking like his body forgot the plan.
âDonât stop,â you murmur, breath hot in his ear. âYou were doing so good.â
It ruins him.
He groans, long and broken, cock twitching inside you, rhythm going sloppy as hell. He keeps fucking you, but itâs not confident anymoreâitâs needy. Like heâs chasing something he just lost. Like every thrust is him asking please without saying the word.
You tighten your grip, control his pace, make him feel every inch of it. You whisper his name like it belongs in your mouth, like you picked it out special. And fuckâhe folds. His breath goes uneven, his grip on the sheets desperate, mouth falling open like he forgot how to talk.
You press your mouth to his jaw, whisper something filthy about how good he feels, how pretty he sounds when he pants for you, and his whole body shakes. He thrusts deeper, slower, and for a moment, he forgets to talk. Just breathes. Just feels.
You roll him without warning, shove him onto his back and climb on top of him like youâve done this a thousand times. He blinks up at you, stunned for half a secondâthen grins, cocky even now.
You sink down on him slowly, deliberately, watching his face fall apart.
He swears. Loud. Tries to buck up into you, tries to grab your hips and take overâbut you plant a hand flat on his chest and grind down hard, sharp enough to steal the breath right out of him.
âNo,â you say, low and firm. âStay.â
And he fucking does.
Like itâs instinct. Like his body heard it before his brain could argue.
You ride him messy and relentless, chasing your own pleasure, not caring how wrecked he looks under you. Heâs sweating, flushed, hands flexing uselessly at his sides because every time he tries to touch you, you pin his wrists or move just enough to remind him he doesnât get to rush this.
He starts begging without realizing it. Broken phrases.
âFuckâpleaseâdonât stopââ
âYouâre killing meââ
âIâm so closeââ
You lean down, bite his jaw, suck marks into his skin like youâre branding him. âDonât you dare,â you whisper. âYou donât get to finish until I say so.â
He whines. Actually whines. It punches something ugly and hot straight through your chest.
You stop moving entirely.
He gasps, hips jerking up in reflex, eyes wild. âJesus Christâdonât be meanâdonât do thatââ
You squeeze around him, slow and cruel, smiling when he nearly comes undone right there. You keep him right on the edge until heâs shaking, until his pride is gone and thereâs nothing left but want.
When you finally start moving again, itâs merciless. Fast. Deep. All control and hunger. You grab his throatânot tightly, just enough to feel his pulseâand when he looks at you like that, wrecked and open and desperate for your approval, you know youâve got him.
âCome for me,â you say.
He breaks.
He comes hard and loud, body jerking under you, voice tearing out of his chest like he couldnât stop it if he tried. Heâs ruinedâutterly wreckedâhands clutching at you like youâre the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.
You stay on top of him while he comes down, breath shaky, eyes glassy, mouth still open like heâs stunned it happened at all.
You brush your thumb over his cheek, slow and possessive, then lean down and murmur, âGood job, baby.â
That does more damage than anything else.
He groans, wrecked, boneless, pulling you against him like he needs you close or he might fall apart. He doesnât joke. Doesnât posture. Doesnât say a damn word.
Next time, youâll do it all again.
And again
And again
Because he thinks heâs the one taking what he wants.
And youâll let him believe it for now, itâs so much easier to keep him happy that way.
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Hi erm I was reading ur rules and I read that you wouldn't like us to vent in ur suggestions box but I was wondering if that meant that we weren't aloud to request some more angsty/triggering fic topics? Ex: sh ??
it depends. i dont write a lot of other things other than smut im gonna be honest. like 99% of my fics are smut and 1% are small drabbles of fluff and stuff. i wouldnt write a whole fic if its not smut but i would consider a drabble DEPENDING on the topic. and i wouldnt say im great at writing those type of subjects too
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