#sub!sapnap

sapnap's kinks

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+ bondage. mention of a daddy kink. sir/superiority kink. brat tamer!sap. some bdsm dynamic. sub!sapnap. breeding kink. begging.

a/n. i ended up picking a few kinks i think he has since you didn't specify!

CONTAINS: afab reader, pegging, sub!sapnap, safe-wording in the beginning

SYNOPSIS: sapnap is nervous about getting pegged for the first time, but you make sure he knows he's safe and loved. even if it takes a couple of tries.

it takes a while for him to get used to the idea, but once he is you're eager to help him out.

it starts with him on the bed, bare and nervous and hiding. you take his hands from his face, smiling in encouragement, and press a soft kiss to his nose.

"we can stop at any time," you tell him, and he nods in full understanding. still, he stays where he is and waits for you to continue.

you run your hand from his face to his leaking cock, eyeing it for a moment, and when you run your hand over the tip he hisses and whines and begs you to touch him. you don't. you take his hands and press them into the mattress, telling him to behave, but not to stop those adorable little moans. you want to hear him.

his face flushes at the mention and he nods, adverting his eyes. you let it slide just this once, knowing he's overwhelmed. when you adjust his hips so they're spread wide for you, he lets out a shuddering breath that makes you pause. your hand presses comfortingly against abdomen, not hard enough for him to think you're pinning him there, but enough so he knows you're there, keeping him safe.

"I-I," sapnap whispers, and he looks like he's going to cry, so you take your hands off of him and ask for a color. he doesn't answer, waiting to catch his breath, and when he calls red you move away from him and wait until he reaches out for you, babbling out apologies and crying hard.

you take him in your arms, saying assurances and how proud you are about him safe-wording when he needs it, how you know he's scared and he needs more time, or if he wants you guys never need to try again. it takes him a while to relax against you, and when he does you still don't move, hands running along his sides and rubbing circles into the small of his back. "you did so well, sap, so fucking good for me. i'm so proud of you. i love you so much, baby boy."

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it's a little over a month later that sapnap brings it up again. he tells you he's talked it over with his friends, which is fine with you because you know he finds comfort in talking it over with other people, and that his friends assured him it was a completely normal thing and there was nothing to be ashamed about.

you were a little nervous, though, because of his reaction before. you didn't want to hurt him and you knew you wouldn't, but you still worried. so you mentioned these concerns to him, knowing it's important to have conversations about it, and he looks a little flustered at talking about it more. still, he offers you a tiny smile and tells you he'd feel better if he was on top and in some form of control. it would be easier for both of you, he says, and he wants you both to be comfortable.

so that's how you end up back on your guys' bed, sapnap seated on your thighs and your strap pressed against both of your abdomens. it's not big by any means, you really don't want to hurt him and it's his first time, but he still looks a little intimidated.

you place your hands on his sides, smiling up at him, and he gives a tiny, nervous one back. he gives a shaky breath, followed by a nod. he's okay with moving forward.

you slick your finger up with lube, then press it against his hole. he shudders, nods, tells you to keep going. eventually you're knuckle deep and he's keening, begging for more, rocking against you. you add another finger, some more lube, and you know he's not going to last much longer when his cock starts leaking and turning a nice red color.

you pull your fingers from him, shushing his whines, and he realizes why you stopped when you pull his thighs up to readjust him. once again he's keening, moving with you, and when he feels the head pushing at his hot hole he lets out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard.

"o-oh," he says, sinking down slowly, eyes squeezed shut as he adjusts. "o-oh, god..."

you hum, hands running down his shaking thighs, stilling at his hips. he pauses when he bottoms out, only a couple inches or so deep, and you reach forward to run a hand along his cock. he bites his lip to keep himself from saying anything as you smile and go back to his hips.

"you can move when you're ready, baby boy," you say, pride filling you when he nods hastily and adjusts his hips. his hands move to your shoulders as he gives a couple, clumsy movements. he sighs in frustration when he can't find a good rhythm, but you whisper out how good he's doing, how you can help if he wants you to.

"p-please," he mumbles, hand falling to his cock, not able to look at you. a soft smile grazes your lips at this, and you rock into him a second later. he gasps, choking on his own sounds, then he wraps his arms around you and puts his head in your neck. "mmm... you f-feel so... g-good..."

you hum, pulling his hips so he can rock against you, bringing yours up to meet his when you feel him getting closer. you know exactly when you hit his special spot because he cries out, louder than normal, and he starts shaking so badly you're not sure he's going to be able to control himself.

he comes on your chest about a minute later, tears leaking down his face, cum leaking down his cock. he sobs, overwhelmed, brows furrowing, throat constricting. you heave against him, feeling your own release just from watching him, and when he slumps against you, you catch him easily.

scratching a lazy hand up his back, grinning, keeping him close as he comes down from his high. he's thanking you, unable to help himself, still crying, shaking, cumming.

"of course, pretty boy," you say in his ear, pressing a kiss beneath his lobe, "anything for you, i love you, so pretty, such a good boy for me."