Mistress Evil

pairing : sub!minjae x dom!reader

warnings : overstim, crying, insecure!minjae :(

minjae sat between your legs, his back pressed against your chest. he was stripped down to just his underwear and socks. minjae’s skin was flush against yours, a hue of red painted across his skin. his skin was damp with sweat, and his hair stuck to his forehead. he was close to reaching his third orgasm.

minjae thought it was an amazing idea to talk negatively about himself in front of you.

“i look so fucking bad.” he said looking at the photo you posted of the two of you. a small pout on his lips, he tried to laugh it off when he saw the way you looked at him. you found nothing funny—now he was in his current position.

“look how pretty my baby is. i can’t believe this cock is mine.” your voice was like silk to minjae. your talking, combined with steady stroking of minjae’s dick drew a loud moan from him. his mouth was open and his hands gripped your thighs. his dick was so sensitive from his previous orgasms, but he was so green for you.

minjae’s moans were so pretty and you couldn’t deny how turned on you were getting watching your boyfriend. his overstimulated state was something you always enjoyed seeing. the way his brain completely turned off, he didn’t care how loud he moaned when you made him this way.

your stroking slowed down and your grip tightened. minjae let out a series of whimpers.

“please i wanna cum for you, i’ll be so good.” his voice cracked and his breath hitched.

“i don’t know baby, don’t know if you learned yet.” you teased your boyfriend, faux hurt in your voice with a fake pout on your lips.

“i did! i swear…” minjae’s hips bucked up into your fist, trying to progress his orgasm. your hand left his cock and you tsked at him, shaking your head.

“i don’t think you did, baby.” you said, continuing to shake your head. “but that’s okay, i think i know how to fix that.”

you slid from behind minaje, his back was esposed and he felt cold without you there. he looked over his shoulder to where you were and saw you grabbing your phone from the nightstand. his eyebrows arched in confusion, his chest still heavily rising and falling.

you got back behind minjae and kissed the back of his head. your hands caressed chest before you brought your attention back to his cock. minjae’s attention was only on you, picking up the smallest details—the way your hands feel, the way you smell, the way you kissed him.

you started your pace steady again, wanting to build up his orgasm a little slower. you placed light, open mouthed kisses in minjae’s neck. he shivered between your legs and brought his bottom lip between your lips.

“so pretty.” you lay another kiss on his neck. “looking so fucked out, just for me.” minjae’s eyes turned glossy at your words, overly sensitive to everything you were giving him. your unoccupied hand grabbed at your side, and opened your phone camera.

the pace of your stroking slightly sped up, your boyfriend writhing against you—you knew he was close. you lifted your arm, pointing the camera at the sight of your boyfriend. minjae opened his mouth, in attempt to make sense of what was going on.

“gonna make you cum on camera, show you how beautiful you are, yeah?” you said. the confusion left minjae’s face as he heard you speak. it turned him on knowing you’d have a video of him cumming in your phone, the thought bringing him closer.

“i think i’m gonna cum, y/n. please, make me cum.” his voice was cracking, absolutely ruined from all the noise he was making. you only went faster.

“sweetheart, look at yourself. so precious.” minjae followed your orders, looking at himself in the recording camera. his breath hitched at the sight of himself. he looked so needy, desperate, so hot. he felt like a slut, being so vulnerable with you, it felt so good. your thumb circled the tip of his head and, he let out a high whine. his head was throw back, laying on your shoulder. you bent your neck down to kiss minjae on his lips, and he happily reciprocated, sighing into the kiss.

minjae’s arm reached up to wrap around your neck, grounding himself in your touch.

“you’re so close hm?” you aksed, knowing the answer. minjae let out a groan as an answer, not satisfactory enough for you. your actions slowed, before he verbally answered.

“yes! i need to cum. can i please?” he asked, his glossy eyes had finally spilled over and tears began falling from his eyes.

you sped up your hands on minjae, bringing the camera to his face.

“mmm, i love when you cry. so cute, baby.” you said kissing his tears. your hand moving faster around his cock. minjae knew he wouldn’t last long, but it felt like his pleas weren’t being heard.

“go ahead and cum for me, minjae.” you whispered, lips placing a soft kiss against the shell of his ear. a pattern of moans and whimpers were falling from minjae’s lips. his eyes had been screwed shut, ‘thank yous’ being carelessly thrown out of his mouth. his cum shot out over your hand, some landing on his stomach and chest. your hand continued to pump minjae, overstimulating him still. his smaller frame trembled, laying lax against yours.

you got one last shot of you kissing minjae on his cheek. “you did so good for me.” falling upon his ears, a smile forming on his face as he looked into the camera.

you stopped recording and immediately began tending to your boyfriend. cleaning him, and changing the bedding as he watched you with a shy smile on his face. you redressed him and he snuggled into you.

“thank you, y/n. i don’t know what i did to deserve you.” minjae quietly said, burying his face into your side.

“i could say the same thing about you, sweetheart. i love you so much.” you assured minjae, rubbing his head.

“i love you more.”

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warnings: sub!skz, brief and non-descriptive mentions of several kinks and practices including oral, unprotected sex, cnc, spanking, hair pulling, pain kink, spitting, degradation, humiliation, omorashi, knife play, pet play, chastity, one mention of blood. 18+ only, minors do not interact.

chan who cums the hardest when you’re mean to him, pretending all of his efforts to please you are worthless with a scoff. who lets you pull his hair too hard and still asks for more with wet eyes. who still worships you down to your feet even though those are all he’s getting, nothing more than your toes pressed against his aching cock even after hours of him eating you out.

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Anonymous Asked:

Can you maybe do a post on the elements of a kiss scene? 

Certainly, and I’m sorry it took so long – I have several post requests I’m working on, and thankfully, I finally have a bit of spare time to answer them. 

If you’d like my tips on how to write a healthy romance, or how to write a killer sex scene, go right ahead and click the links here.

For the time being, here goes!

1.  Keep things understated (especially in regards to tongues.)  

“Our tongues tangled and went to war in our locked mouths, battling madly for dominance.”

No.  Okay?  Just no.  The thought of my tongue “tangling” with someone else’s is an image I would really prefer to unsee, yet I have seen it and countless variants in both published literature and fics.  

Similarly, ask anyone whose ever had an unsolicited tongue jammed down their throat:  it’s not pleasant, and readers shouldn’t be lead to believe it is.  

My advice with kissing scenes is to focus predominantly on lips, and maybe add a little tongue as an afterthought.  Like so:

“His lips were warm and soft.  They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside.”

If you want something a bit more passionate:

“Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together.  I could taste our shared breath, feel the thud of our combined heartbeat as we fumbled to take off one another’s clothes.”  

You could even try, “His tongue pressed between parted lips in ticklish kitten licks,” which, granted, sounds a little awkward without context, but isn’t nearly as wince-worthy as the image of it being jammed in like a tongue depressor.

Literally and metaphorically, tone down the tongue.

2.  Don’t get overly floral about taste.

“Her lips tasted like peaches and honey.”

No, they didn’t.  And her pussy didn’t taste like coconut cream pie, either, or anything else your quintessential sub par male author or pre-teen smut writer might dream up.  

Unless she’s literally just been eating peaches and honey, or she’s using some kind of fancy lubricant, her lips are going to taste like lips, and her pussy is going to taste like pussy.  Full stop.

Granted, that isn’t very romantic, which is why I like to focus on other sensations besides taste.  For example:

“Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against my own.  I could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath my nose, fingers carding through her hair as we breathed each other in.”

I occasionally actually will have my characters be eating or drinking something before hand, also, just to add an extra layer of sensation play to the scene.

For example:

“His lips were still sweet with milk and honey from his afternoon tea as Alexander kissed his husband goodbye.”

But my advice is keep these instances short and sweet:  nothing can kill the mood like a good dose of purple prose.

3.  Focus on how the characters are feeling.

Here’s the thing: as I understand it, kissing someone you’re not all that into at the moment is awkward.  

You don’t know what to do with your hands, your hyper aware of everything your body is doing, and you’re really concerned with how you might taste.  You’re also a lot more prone to noticing unseemly things about your partner, like bad morning breath, bad skin, weird grunting breathing, et cetera.

The same goes for writing:  too much physicality can make a kissing scene feel painfully awkward, whereas, just as in real life, a good kiss will be one in which the best part is how your partner makes you feel.

Focus on how your POV character is feeling, and add physical details here and there to make the scene feel grounded:

“Warmth blossomed in Luna’s chest, sparks igniting as Artemis leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time.  The smell of her perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in her stomach.  But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, Arty’s lips impossibly soft against her own.”

I find this approach much more effective than describing each motion in painstaking detail.

Bonus:  Learn from the masters.

I don’t claim to be the paramount expert on writing, kissing, or any combination of the two.  

So without further ado, here are what are considered to be some of literature’s finest makeout scenes for your benefit and inspiration:  

“It was like that. Almost the last thing I remember was standing with Daisy and watching the moving-picture director and his Star. They were still under the white-plum tree and their faces were touching except for a pale, thin ray of moonlight between. It occurred to me that he had been very slowly bending toward her all evening to attain this proximity, and even while I watched I saw him stoop one ultimate degree and kiss at her cheek.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby    

“I turned around and found her face, and her mouth was already waiting like a question. I’m not gonna make it out to be something that it wasn’t: It was perfect—Coley’s soft lips against the bite of the liquor and sugary Coke still on our tongues. She did more than just not stop me. She kissed me back.”

-  Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post

“She drew him toward her with her eyes, he inclined his face toward hers and lay his mouth on her mouth, which was like a freshly split-open fig. For a long time he kissed Kamala, and Siddhartha was filled with deep astonishment as she taught him how wise she was, how she ruled him, put him off, lured him back… each one different from the other, still awaiting him. Breathing deeply, he remained standing and at this moment he was like a child astonished by the abundance of knowledge and things worth learning opening up before his eyes.”

- Hermanne Hesse, Siddhartha 

“Cath closed the book and let it fall on Levi’s chest, not sure what happened next. Not sure she was awake, all things considered.The moment it fell he pulled her into him. Onto him. With both arms. Her chest pressed against his, and the paperback slid between their stomachs.

Cath’s eyes were half closed, and so were Levi’s and his lips only looked small from afar, she realized, because of their doll-like pucker. They were perfectly big, really, now that she had a good look at them. Perfectly something. He nudged his nose against hers, and their mouths fell sleepily together, already soft and open. When Cath’s eyes closed, her eyelids stuck. She wanted to open them. She wanted to get a better look at Levi’s too-dark eyebrows, she wanted to admire his crazy, vampire hairline—she had a feeling this was never going to happen again and that it might even ruin what was left of her life, so she wanted to open her eyes and bear some witness.

But she was so tired. And his mouth was so soft.And nobody had ever kissed Cath like this before. Only Abel had kissed her before, and that was like getting pushed squarely on the mouth and pushing back.

Levi’s kisses were all taking. Like he was drawing something out of her with soft little jabs of his chin. She brought her fingers up to his hair, and she couldn’t open her eyes.”

-Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl  

ROMEO

If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

JULIET Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

ROMEO Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

JULIET Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

ROMEO O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

JULIET Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

ROMEO Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

JULIET Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

ROMEO Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

JULIET You kiss by the book.

- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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