#power bottom

your househusband has been deprived of intimacy after you were asked to take care of your baby nephew for a while. how will he react once the two of you finally have a weekend to yourselves? pt 1

loveeee this guy. finally decided on a name for him: hunter! poor baby just misses u and wants to make up for lost time.

sub top male reader

kids were unpredictable, noisy, and evil. that was the conclusion your husband had come to a week after your sister had entrusted your dear nephew to you while she was out on a business trip. he'd assumed you were able to split your attention equally between the two of them, but no, the second you got home from work all of your love had been devoted to the little devil. days were spent watching you giggle and carry the kid around the house, seeing you smile in ways that were supposed to be reserved only for him, and seething while preparing dinner. this was ridiculous. no way he was getting jealous of a damn baby!

and the worst part was, he could swear your nephew was doing this on purpose. in the moments you weren't around, the little boy would stick his tongue out at him, as if saying ha, he's mine now! it was driving him crazy. he had half a mind to strangle the child and show him who's boss, but he knew you would most likely divorce him after that so he could only bear the pain silently.

of course, you weren't blind to your husband's plight. in fact, it was the perfect opportunity to tease him. rarely did you ever have control in this household, so you took the chance to enact some lighthearted revenge for all the times he ordered you around. it waa funny seeing how hard he tried to restrain himself every night when you cuddled with the baby to sleep instead of big spooning him like usual, or the priceless expression he made everytime you told your nephew he was your favourite person in the world.

even until the end, as you kissed your nephew goodbye and hugged him tightly as he was returned to your sister, you could see the sour expression on your husband's face out of the corner of your eye. you turned around, and greeted him with an innocent smile. "oh, hello dear. didn't notice you there."

he practically pounces on you the instance the door closes, pinning you against the nearest wall. "come over here. i knew it, you were ignoring me on purpose, you bastard." he hisses, face inches from yours.

"now, how could you accuse me of such a thing?" you tilt your head in feigned confusion. "i was busy taking care of the child."

"you little- and people say i'm the mean one! you're fucking cruel, you know that? i missed your touch so much, when i was doing laundry i fucking sniffed your boxers and jerked off!" he's shouting at his usual volume now, the colour of his face turning an adorable shade of crimson.

"alright, alright. i'm sorry. to make it up to you, i'm all yours for the weekend, hmm?" you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, stopping him in his angry tirade. "you can do anything you want."

"anything... anything i want? you better fucking mean it, asshole."

you nod, and it's like a switch flips in him. without hesitation, he hauls you off your feet in one swoop, making a beeline for your shared bedroom.

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"love, i know i said you could do anything but- hah- this is.... a bit much." he's been sucking on your cock for the past... half an hour? it's hard to keep track of of time when your senses are constantly being overstimulated. taking his mouth off your tip with a lewd pop!, he glares up at you while still pumping your cock with one hand. "we've barely started. don't tap out on me already." before you can protest, he dives back in, both hands frimly gripping your thighs to fully deepthroat your whole length. his throat feels like a vice grip, milking every drop out of you. "love.... i think i'm going to cum again...." you gently card your hands through his hair, admiring how beautiful he looks from this angle, slobbering all over you. your warning only spurs him on, he starts to bob his head up and down even faster, tongue swirling in precise circles just the right way to get you worked up. in seconds, your back arches off the bed as you release into his mouth for the second time. he hungrily guzzles all of your cum down, noisily slurping to not waste a single drop.

defeated, you slump back down, panting from the intensity of it all. "you satisfied?" you offer him a tired smile, beckoning him to come closer so you can cuddle.

but he seems to have other plans. "fuck no." he replies, planting his ass firmly onto your crotch. "y'know, i hate how much i love you and your stupid, big cock..... you make me act like such a fucking whore." aligning your tip to his hole, he looks you dead in the eyes. "we're not stopping until i'm happy."

"w-wait! i just came! it's still sensitive-" you don't get the chance to finish your sentence as he unceremoniously sinks all the way down onto your twitching, weeping cock, all the while smiling at you with an almost sadistic grin. with a sharp cry, you reach out to grab his hips, trying to stop him. "hey!! listen to me! i really don't think i can take anymore-"

lunging forward, he grabs your hands and pins them on either side of your head, staring down at you with a feral glint in his eyes. "don't take back your words, baby. you gave me full control, so i'm taking it." he smashes his lips against yours, sucking on your tongue so desperately you'd think he was going to die tomorrow. all the while, his insides continue squeezing relentlessly, somehow you become hard again inside him. he feels you grow, distorting his walls, letting out a lewd moan as he kisses you. "good boy... you're excited again... fuck, i missed this." he murmurs between breaths. only when he comes up for air for the third time does he notice the tears trickling down your face. it's almost comical how quick the expression on his face changed from lecherous to worry.

"hey- HEY! please, stop fucking crying. hey! fuck. i'm sorry, please-" maybe he had gone too far this time. he hadn't seen you cry like that since the day he proposed. he immediately slows the grinding of hips down, cupping your face in his hands. "we'll stop, okay?!"

unexpectedly, you laugh, wiping a tear away. "woah, woah. calm down. i was just overwhelmed at first, but i'm good now. the tears just came out." you grin and slap his ass, making him yelp. "i'm still hard, so get to work, dear."

"don't hit me, dumbass. you had me worried." he rolls his eyes, but you knew him well enough to discern the relief in his eyes. hands on your chest, he resumes his movements, riding your cock up and down in a steady rhythm more careful than before. it's moments like these that remind you just how much cares, despite how brash he acts all the time. soon, the two of you reach your high together, and he collapses into your chest, cum dribbling down his thighs. you hug him tightly, kissing the top of his forehead.

"sorry for ignoring you all week, dear. it was just fun to tease you. you're so mean to me all the time!"

"not mean, i'm just...... assertive." he grumbles. "you better clean me up later. my ass look like a damn mess because of you."

"of course. by the way, i was thinking about something..... why don't we have our own child?"

but i don't want that to be it. i want to wake up from a dull pain of their teeth digging into my shoulder, muffled moans and whimpers as they try their best to stay quiet. their voice waking up my mind as i barely pick up their whiny apologies. im sorry, i couldn't help it, please don't make me stop, imsorrybabyicant, i need it. the dull pain in my shoulder suddenly shifting to between my legs as they thrust all the way in. eyes rolling back, mouth opening with sharp gasps as i try to adjust. and maybe they'd expect me to be too tired, to just lie there and let them take what they need. but we both know their voice, that whiny and raspy pitch that rolls effortlessly off my back is anything but motivation to lie there and take it. they'd be stupid to hope for it.

i'd reach behind to grab their hair, roughly pulling their head up and asking simple questions with my other hand finding its way around their throat. i thought i asked if you wanted help, puppy? you can't just use me like this baby, that's nasty. i thought you were supposed to be good for me, what is this? this isn't my sweet baby, is it?

Top puppy version: "Keep a steady rhythm with those thrusts. Fuck. Did you even hear what I said? Christ, you're pathetic. How can you be so clumsy, huh? Come on boy, thrust harder like a good puppy. Don't you want to make your owner happy? Are you gonna cry? Poor thing, you're hopeless."

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note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated warning: power bottom character, slight humiliation, riding, orgasm control, slight dub con

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He smirked and winked at you as he went past, even in cuffs he had the gall to look so smug.

You didn’t know why the police brass even bothered to arrest him at this point. They all had to know he was toying with the whole department like it was his personal playground. He'd let himself get caught, strut through booking like a celebrity on a red carpet, then the next day walk out the front doors free of charges as if nothing had ever happened. 

If it wasn’t conveniently “lost” evidence or a corrupted chain of custody, it was the judges, witnesses, and half the detectives who mysteriously ended up on his payroll.

You sighed, sinking back into your chair at your desk. The key evidence bag from lockup- the one that could actually put him away this time- sat in your drawer. 

You'd lifted it last night, and already had the plan ready: some overworked beat cop would take the fall for the “missing” contraband. 

You stared at the drawer for a long moment, wondering how you could even do this job without the smallest flicker of guilty conscience anymore. But the answer was always the same. The first time you'd met him, everything had changed and especially you. 

He wasn't the type to let someone slip away once he'd decided they were his. His reputation preceded him: obsessive, patient, and utterly merciless when it came to claiming what he wanted.

And somehow, against every instinct and every oath you'd ever taken, you’d decided you wanted him.

You were too far gone for him. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no redemption arc waiting. You was the mob boss’s husband, after all- whether the rest of the world knew it yet or not. 

The ring he had given you in return for your proposal ring for him was hidden on a chain beneath your shirt. Every time he passed you in cuffs, every time he winked like he owned the entire precinct, it was just another reminder:

You wasn’t just a cop anymore.  

And you both knew it.

You rubbed a hand over your face, trying to push the memory of last night out of your head. The way he had cornered you in the evidence room after hours, lips brushing your ear while his fingers traced the badge still pinned to your chest. It didn't even matter how he had gotten in.

“Careful, detective,” He had purred, voice sweet like poison honey. “Keep playing this game with me and I might just decide to put  you in cuffs next time… but for much better reasons.”

You hated how easily your body had reacted.

The worst part?  

You didn’t even feel bad about it anymore.

You just felt the pull. That sick, addictive pull that came every time he looked at you like he was the only thing in the world worth playing for.

Your phone buzzed on the desk in alert of a new message, it had no name just a number you knew oh so well.  

“Dinner tonight, husband. Wear the blue tie I like. And don’t be late or I’ll have to come collect you myself.”

You closed your eyes, a helpless, traitorous smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. 

God forgive you.