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nicksbestie · 21 days

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On The Phone - M. Sturniolo

Summary : the one where your boyfriend is in los angeles, you're in boston, and he misses you, so he calls you late at night.

Warnings : 16+ content. i am not responsible for the media you choose to consume online. sub!matt, dom!reader, praise kink, begging, slight edging + a little bit of overstimulation, this is entirely focused on matt!!

Word Count : 2361

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : matt gives sub vibes so badly idc argue with the wall... enjoy this little dumpster fire!!

You were in Boston, and your boyfriend was at his home in Los Angeles.

You didn’t like the long distance aspect of your relationship, but you understood that it was necessary due to your boyfriend’s career, and you supported him wholeheartedly. However, that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss Matt all the time, and it was clear that he missed you as well. With this being said, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to be spending hours upon hours on your individual phones, texting back and forth. Nick texted you every so often, frustrated about how many clips of Matt texting he had been forced to edit out of the video, because he had been so distracted by you the entire time. You found it funny, but hated that it caused extra work for Nick, so you tried to give Matt his personal space when he was filming, despite him not quite wanting you to do so.

Tonight was one of those nights. They were out filming, and it was past midnight, so you knew Matt wouldn’t be home for a good little while. You missed him, as you hadn’t talked as much that day, but you were an independent woman, and you could handle yourself for a few hours until you got to talk to him again. So, since you were a little bored so late at night, you decided to experiment with new makeup looks, dress up a little bit, just for some fun for yourself. So you got out of bed, playing some music off of your phone as you turned on your bathroom overhead light, singing along as you style your hair around your face. You loved to dress up, even if it was for no reason, because it always made you feel good, feel pretty, or depending on what you were wearing, hot. You had a thin, white, sheer dress that you’d never worn, something that would never be worn outside of the house, because it was solely for Matt’s eyes.

You slipped it on, being careful not to mess up your hair, choosing to put it on before you did your makeup, so that there was less risk of it being damaged, as that was much more difficult to fix than your hair. Smiling into the mirror, you began your makeup, changing your music to a new playlist. By the time that you were finished, it was past one in the morning, but you felt wide awake. You were enjoying yourself, and time was flying by, so you were confident that Matt would be back from filming any minute. You knew you looked beautiful, and you didn’t deny the fact that you were taking a ton of photos, some that might end up going on your Close Friends story, but most of them were solely to send to Matt. You had your boyfriend on Life360, so you saw when he got home, and when you got that notification, you sent a couple of the more revealing photos, complete with them being covered in the iMessage invisible ink feature, just in case his brothers were around.

Matt responded incredibly quickly, a fast stream of partly incoherent messages. You smiled at them, loving how reactive he was to just a few simple photos. Your boyfriend was completely whipped, and you absolutely adored it. You simply sent back a smile and a heart, changing the subject to how filming had gone that early morning. You knew it was likely that he was worked up, and you knew that if you changed the subject, he wouldn’t argue with you, but you didn’t doubt that he was flustered behind the screen. You kept the conversation steered away from anything to do with how you looked or how he felt for the next hour, keeping him talking about YouTube, how every other part of yours and his day had been, knowing that there was a high possibility he was desperate for the subject to be changed. You didn’t send him all of the suggestive photos that you had taken, keeping some of them kept in your favorites for later, whenever they were needed.

After a certain point, you broke, causing Matt’s phone to ring with an incoming FaceTime call. He answered almost immediately, his eyes widening, smiling as he saw your face. He didn’t think the photos had done you justice, and he made sure to tell you just how beautiful you looked. You smiled, striking up another casual conversation, taking in the fact that he was in his room, half sitting up against his headboard, and very obviously missing a shirt. You couldn’t deny that the messiness of his hair only added to his attractiveness, making you continue speaking to him as you simultaneously sent him another picture. You could hear his phone vibrate twice as the message went through, and you saw his screen light change as he opened his messages, his mouth dropping slightly open as he took in the photo. You could hear his breath slightly hitch, and you simply smiled as you asked him if he had even heard your original question, laughing inside at his flustered attempt to respond, his cheeks flushing red.

Eventually, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, you tapping through social media, uploading some of the pictures with more coverage to your close friends, and one of just your face to your public story. Matt was the first one to view both of those, liking them both and sending red hearts in your direct messages. Sitting in silence, each of you doing your own thing, you noticed after about fifteen minutes that Matt had gone on mute. His camera was still on, showing only his face, so you didn’t think much of it, until another five or so minutes, when you saw his head tip back. When he straightened it back up, you could see the flush on his cheeks had grown stronger, and you could see his phone's reflection in his eyes. It looked quite similar to the picture you had sent him earlier, and you smiled to yourself as you realized what he was up to. He must have forgotten his camera was on. You unmute yourself, not saying anything, simply watching your boyfriend as his eyes fluttered shut for a split second.

“You like those photos more than I expected you to.”

His eyes snapped open, shock racing through his features as he realized that he had still been in frame. His blushed darkened impossibly, staring at you with his mouth slightly dropped open like a fish out of water, failing to come up with words.

“What? You’re going to get off to my pictures and not even have the decency to show me?”

He continued to falter for words, and when he shifted positions, a small whimper leaving his mouth, you smiled sweetly at him, your faux innocent look a stark contrast to his current situation.

“You haven’t even stopped touching yourself. You get caught getting off to someone you’re on the phone with, and you’re too much of a slut to stop doing it when they call you out? God, baby, you’re more desperate than I thought.”

He didn’t respond with any words, just a low moan leaving his lips as his hand clearly continued to move. The shift of his arm in the edge of the camera frame told you the degradation was doing wonders for him, and you smiled to yourself at just how easy it was to have him melting for you.

“Move the camera, baby. If you’re gonna get off to me, I want to see it.”

He let out a small whine, immediately doing as asked, a short gasp leaving his lips when he was rewarded with a “good boy.” Matt had a massive praise kink, something you had discovered the first time you had ever done anything with him. You’d spoken a simple “doing so good for me” and he’d practically cum on the spot, humiliation filling his cheeks. Since then, you’d made sure to reward him with consistent praise, loving the way he reacted to it.

“Go on, baby, tell me what you’re thinking about.”

At your words, Matt’s hand was moving quicker than it had been, his head now swirling with not just the photo of you, but the full image of you on his live call, your voice encouraging his actions. You laughed to yourself as he struggled to string together a full sentence, his head very clearly overwhelmed with his current situation.

“Answer me, or you’ll stop what you’re doing.”

The gentle, but serious, threat of you telling him to stop, and him having to go the rest of the night with no release, was enough for him to finally spit out some words, for the first time in what felt like ages, but had really only been a couple of minutes.

“Thinkin’ about you…”

He trailed off, his words slightly slurred from pleasure as he ran his thumb over his slit, tightening his grip as his hand moved back down.

“Yeah? Wishing it was my hand instead of yours?”

He didn’t hesitate to answer this time, choking out a response almost immediately.

“Yes, fuck. Yes.”

Matt was easily overwhelmed, and often had a short trigger, so when his noises were getting higher in pitch, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Seeing his eyes trained on you and raking over the sheer dress you had on, you dropped it off of your shoulders with a smile, and his reaction was exactly what you expected. His hand sped up impossibly, more frequent moans leaving his lips. He turned his head into the pillow, letting out muffled whimpers with his eyes closed into it so as to not disturb anyone else in the house.

His hips started to push up into his hand, his chest rising and falling more sharply as his breathing picked up speed, and his moaning turned into a steady stream of little whimpers.

“Are you close, baby?”

You knew the answer, you just wanted to make him agree, knowing it would add on to his slight humiliation. As he choked out a “Uh huh”, his head too floaty with pleasure to form anything else, you smiled at his fucked out state. He was so easy to break down, and he always looked so pretty when he was like this. You spoke praises to him, a few harsh words mixed in between, loving the way his moans choked off at your words, until all he was letting out was a long string of begs. It was a constant stream of “please, please, please, I need-” before you cut him off.

“Relax, baby. You can wait a little bit longer.”

He reacted to your words with a cut off gasp and his flushed face frantically shaking his head, as if to tell you no, he couldn’t. You didn’t respond, simply watching his movements, noting the way he slowed down a little, steering himself away from the edge but still keeping his pleasure heightened, and you loved just how good he was for you. You weren’t there, he could technically ignore you and get himself off if he so pleased, but even though he desperately wanted to, he waited for your permission, always, because you both knew it felt more rewarding for him when he had it.

His phone was leaned up against something further down the bed, and you could see when his free hand moved to grab it, his hand shaky as he brought the camera closer to his face before turning the viewpoint around. His thighs were shaking, and his hand was speeding up again, and you knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d been incredibly good for you, so when the pleas began to fall from his lips, you made sure to quickly answer them, not wanting to make him wait much longer.

“Go on, baby, but put your phone back where it was. I want to see how pretty you look when you cum.”

His face was easily your favorite thing to look at. His eyes screwed tightly shut, his jaw dropping in a long, low moan, his free hand fisting his sheets as his entire head tipped back, putting his neck on display. But you couldn’t deny the insane attractiveness of the way his hips lifted off of the bed, the arch in his back, and the way his thighs trembled. His breathing turned into short gasps as he came, incoherent babbles of half formed words escaping as he rode out his high, listening to your encouraging words of how beautiful he looked, but one of the gasps was one of shock and not pleasure when your last sentence reached his ears.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to, baby.”

Matt adored being overstimulated, the balance of pleasure and pain making him cry but desperately beg for more. You didn’t plan on pushing him through more than one orgasm tonight, but he was definitely going to finish riding out this wave as long as he could, and you were enjoying listening to his moans turn into whines, his whimpers turning more sob-like. You didn’t tell him to stop until he was nearly crying, the pleasure bordering on the pain that came before pushing through to another orgasm, and his chest was heaving as he removed his hand from himself.

“Did perfect for me, honey.”

He gave you a tired smile, chest still rising and falling harshly as he came down from the effects of his pleasure, his mind seemingly in a state of natural high. You showered him with praise as he laid there for a moment, before softly instructing him to clean himself up. Your gentle push was enough to get him moving, wiping himself off and washing his hands before pulling on clean boxers and pajama pants, crawling back into bed.

“I wish you were here.”

You smiled at his words.

“I wish I was too. I’ll be there soon, don’t worry.”

And you’d be sure to bring the sheer dress you’d worn tonight.

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flkwh0re · 5 months

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Babysitter

Warnings: Mommy kink (W), age gap, slight pervy Wanda, Masturbation, Somno, slight Dubcon, cheating (Wanda cheats on Vision), little fluffy! (please tell me if i left some warnings out!!)

Wc: 1.6k

A/n: If you don’t like this idc :) just scroll or block me if you don’t like this content!

part two here

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You had been babysitting the Maximoff twins since you were in high school, but now being in college you were hardly ever able to. That was until Wanda found out you were home for a few days and sent you a text asking if you didn't mind to watch the boys for the evening while her and her husband went out for dinner.

You never liked Jarvis, he would always give you weird looks when Wanda was around you. You had noticed a change in Wanda's demeanor towards you when you came home again a couple months ago. You just brushed it off as him being weird, but you were completely wrong.

Little did you know Wanda had not been able to get you out of her mind, she would catch herself thinking about you at all points of the day. She thought it was just because she missed you, but when she found herself with her fingers buried in her pussy, holding her phone displaying a picture of yourself you had posted on Instagram. It felt so wrong, but oh so right.

You hesitantly rung the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer the door. You never understood your shyness around Wanda, you thought it was some silly little teenage girl crush. It most definitely wasn't as it strengthened in you adulthood.

"Hi sweetheart!" Wanda greeted happily, pulling you into a hug. The smell of her perfume crowded your senses, making you feel weak. "Ugh, I've missed you so much!" She placing a little kiss on your forehead, a tint of pink gracing you cheeks. "I've missed you too, Wanda."

She brought you to the living room, and made some little small talk with you while she waited for Jarvis. She asked you all about your second year in college, the trips you had taken, your friends, and lots more. Wanda just loved hearing you talk about things you do, and things you loved.

You were interrupted by Jarvis' trudge down the stairs. "Darling, are you ready?" He said smugly, giving you a look. "Yes, let me call the boys down. Y/n there's chicken nuggets in the freezer, you can fix them for them. Kitchen is yours so you fix whatever you want, house too. Once the boys are asleep feel free to do whatever, just don't destroy the house." She send you a little wink, and you nodded your head.

"Boys!" She called out to her twin boys, and they came running out of their room. "Tommy, Billy. Mommy and daddy are going out tonight, be on your best behavior for Y/n." The two boys nodded eagerly, excited for their evening with you. Wanda said her goodbyes to you as Jarvis stood annoyed and impatient. Once they had left you turned to the boys, "Who's ready for some fun!?"

Wanda and Jarvis had been gone for an hour now, Tommy and Billy were eating their dinner while you prepared yours. They excited to finish, because you promised if they did you'd all play on their shared playstation for a few hours.

After you all had finished, you played until it was time for them to go to bed. Their protest made you giggle as you drug them up to bed. "Sorry boys, but your mom would kill me if you weren't in bed on time." They both groaned, but still complied nonetheless.

You walked back down to the living room, curling up on the couch taking your laptop out of your bag, hoping to get some work done for your classes. You didn't know you'd wind up clutching onto a blanket coated in Wanda's sent, your nimble fingers rubbing your clit. The tips of your fingers prod at your aching hole, as you imagined Wanda's fingers buried deep inside you.

The sudden sound of the door opening, sent you into a panic. You pulled your hand out, trying to readjust the blanket as best as possible. You get on your phone and scroll through TikTok trying to seem as normal as possible. "Hey sweetheart we're back." Wanda said as Jarvis walked off. "Hi Wanda, give me just a second and I'll be out of your hair.”

"Oh Y/n why don't you spend the night, it's too late for a girl your age to be out this late." She insisted. "Wanda I'm not a little girl anymore." You chuckled, walking into the hallway by the door where Wanda stood. "Oh but you are, you're my little girl." Wanda said, your face heating up.

"W-wanda I-" She cut you off by placing a her finger on your lips. "Shh, let mommy do the thinking. Stay the night, and once Jarvis goes to bed I'll come back to you." She husk in your ear, her hand snaking around your front. "But Wanda, h-he's your husband.. you’re married." She laughed, "You don't think I'm aware? He's not been much of onefor years, and I can't get my mind off you. I need you sweet girl, please let mommy have you."

You hesitate, but nod your head. Her hand slips underneath your shirt, groping at your tits. "We have time for a little fun real quick." She whispered into your ear, the sultry tone in her voice makes you shiver. Her hand runs down your body and slips into your pants, rubbing your slit through your panties. She gasp as she feels how wet you are, "You're so wet detka, what were you doing? Tell mommy."

"I-I was on your couch, t-touching myself." You whimpered out, any dignity you had was now gone. Her fingers slip into your panties, rubbing your swollen clit. She sucks lightly on your neck, leaving little marks on your delicate skin.

Her slender fingers plunge into your aching cunt, thrusting steadily in and out of you. You try your best to choke back your moans, but you accidentally let a loud moan slip past your lips. Wanda quickly brought her hand to your mouth, covering it. "Shh be a good girl for mommy, we don't want my husband to catch us now do we?" You shake your head, indicating a desperate no.

Your legs begin to buckle, as your orgasm crashes through. Muffled moans escape your throat, as Wanda fucks you through your orgasm. The hand on your mouth retracts as she helps your regain composure. You watch her as she sucks your slick off her fingers, moaning around the digits as she savors your taste.

"I can't wait to taste you for real baby." Wanda says excitedly, as she pulls you into a kiss. "Alright, let's get you to bed. I'll be back down in about an hour.” She says as she leads you to the spare room.

You tried your best to get a little sleep, and right before Wanda came in you managed to doze off. She smiled at your sleeping state, pulling the sheets of your body. She softly moves your body so she can remove your shorts and panties. A groan escapes her lips at you still dripping cunt.

She places her head between your legs, dropping soft kisses on you thighs. Her tongue licking soft licks on your swollen clit, running down to your hole prodding at it. It wasn't until Wanda harshly sucked on your clit, that you began to stir awake. Little whimpers and moans escaped your sleepy self, thighs softly clamping around Wanda's head.

"You taste so good detka," she whispered into your pussy, the vibration of her voice making you whimper even more. She loved how vocal you were, how sensitive and reactive you were. She hasn't had sex like this ever, Jarvis could never truly give her pleasure.

She slipped her digits into your cunt. "Oh fuck mommy!" You moaned at the sudden fullness. You loved feeling so desperate and weak for Wanda, and she loved it too. "Fuck! 'M gonna cum mommy!" Groans and cries left you as she fucked you hard through the ecstatic orgasm.

She straddled her bare pussy on yours, rutting it against yours. "Mm no mommy, 'm too tired. Please st-stop." You begged her, but the thrust of her hips quickened. "No detka, mommy wants to cum. Help make mommy cum."

Her slick mixed with yours, her pussy rubbing on your own sensitive one made you feel crazy. "Fuck sweetheart, mommy's gonna cum! Cum with mommy." With her demand, cum gushed from you leaking onto her pussy, mixing with her own cum.

"Good girl, mommy's so proud of you." She said, placing a soft kiss on your lips. "You think you can give mommy one more? I wanna ride your face." You nodded sloppily.

She slipped off your body, straddling your face. Her slick cunt making contact with your lips. Your tongue slipped past your lips, licking a bold stripe on her pussy. "Fuck, just like that detka."

You swap from weakly licking and sucking on her core, you tried your best but you were so week from your previous orgasms you couldn't keep a steady pace. Wanda pitied you and ordered you to stick your tongue out, grinding her cunt on it. Getting just enough friction to cum. Her cum dripped down your throat, you had never tasted someone as good as her.

"You did so good for me baby, such a good good girl!" Wanda praised. "Thank you mommy." You weakly squeaked.

Wanda laid down next to you, pulling your smaller body into her. Kiss your lips softly, then your forehead. Wanda knew she had to do something about Jarvis, she just had to make you hers so bad! She'd do whatever she had to, just to keep you for herself.

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hwashotcheeto · 4 months

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𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

Park Seonghwa X fem!reader

Summary: You're desperate for your husband, Seonghwa, so he rails you. Aggressively. That's all.

WC: 3.7k

Names used on reader: Slut, whore, sweetheart, (dumb) baby, love, good/bad girl

CW: Just smut, filthy smut, this is so fucking filthy, but fluffy aftercare (always)

Smut warnings: Mommy!Seonghwa (obv, you should know this about me by now. Or you can call him Daddy, idc), mild CNC (very mild), safeword is present (but not used), dacryphilia, degradation, hair pulling, light bondage, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, choking, fingering, biting, marking (all reader receiving), unprotected PIV sex (missionary, from behind, riding), breeding kink, spit play, clit play, oral sex (idol receiving), facefucking (reader receiving)

AN: This is the full version of this drabble (because y'all ate that shit UP).

My GOD this is so much more than I imagined it would be. Every time the warning list got longer, I was amazed by how much I actually put in. I thought it was tame until I realized how much there actually was.

With that being said, I hope you enjoy, lovelies. 💜

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“Hwa?” You called softly, stepping into his office. You see a stressed Seonghwa, with his jaw clenched and his eyebrows drawn together. But at the sound of your voice, he looks up.

And his eyes go wide as he looks you up and down. Wearing nothing but his large, expensive, iconic fur coat.

You were desperate for him. That’s all there was to it. You’d been missing him for hours, and so, you decided to go visit him when the desire was too much for you to fix by yourself.

You were about to explain yourself when Seonghwa scoffed, getting up from his chair. Your heart thundered against your ribs as he rounded the desk.

“Really now?” He asked, dragging his fingers across the glossy surface of the wood. He quickly crossed the room and used those same fingers to reach up and grab your jaw. “This is how you ask?”

“Yes,” you said, smirking, getting exactly what you wanted from him. When he was stressed, angry, rough, it was a treat. You loved your gentleman husband, but you had your moments where you wanted to be treated like a cheap whore.

And he was in the mood to do just that.

“What happened to asking like a good girl?”

“I’m not a good girl.”

Seonghwa raised his brows and tilted his head, looking at you for a few more seconds, wondering if this was really what you wanted.

When you didn’t say anything, he tightened his hold on your jaw and yanked you closer before he slid down to grip onto your throat. Your hands flew out to grip onto his shirt as he squeezed, forcing a squeak out of you.

“Is that so? Then I guess I’ll have to treat you like a bad girl.”

“Please,” you breathed, and Seonghwa was finally understanding the game you were bringing him into.

He needed a break from work anyway.

“Safeword?” He asked softly, loosening his grip on your neck.

“Stars.”

“Good girl.”

You were on your back on the floor before you knew it. Nevermind the chairs or the desk, the floor was where Seonghwa decided you’d belonged.

His face was already in your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin while his hand was rubbing fast, aggressive circles into your clit.

“Hwa, slow-” You cried out when he interrupted you with a harsh slap to your cunt, his other hand snaking up into your hair and gripping on at the roots.

“You asked for this, don’t tell me it’s too much already,” he growled against your skin, going back to rub your clit. “And you know that’s not my name.” He bit down on your neck again, forcing another cry out of you.

“Mommy!”

“There you go.”

Seonghwa’s fingers slid down to your slit, rubbing up against it to make you squirm and buck your hips up to push him inside. He clicked his tongue and slapped your cunt again.

“Quit moving,” he spat, continuing to rub on your slit. You dropped your head back against the wooden floor and whimpered, clenching around nothing. Seonghwa couldn’t help but smirk as he pushed just the tips inside. “Aww, this is what you want, right? You wanna be stuffed full?”

“Yes Mommy.” You gripped onto his shirt tighter, trying to pull him in more, moving your hips up again. “Please-” But you were cut off when he slapped you again.

“When are you gonna learn to stay fucking still?” Seonghwa pulled away from your neck to stare down at you, his eyes narrowed and dark, a fire burning behind them. You could feel tears already forming in your eyes as you looked up at him.

Seonghwa’s eyes flashed with concern for a moment, but when you made no move to stop him, he put his hand back on your cunt to tease your slit again.

“Are you gonna behave this time? Or do I have to tell you again?”

“I’ll behave.”

“Then stay-” Seonghwa slowly pushed his fingers inside you, as deep as he could, and curled his fingers up into your spot. “-still.”

It took everything in you to not fuck back up on his hand, but you did it. You made yourself stay still as Seonghwa slowly pumped his fingers inside, then quickly sped up to a fast and brutal pace, making sure to hit your spot over and over again.

Your thighs were shaking as Seonghwa pounded your cunt, stretching you out for him. The sounds that came from it, the squelching from all your slick, it was fucking filthy.

Seonghwa watched your face as he fucked you, making you look into his eyes, his other hand anchored in your hair. “Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted my fingers knuckle deep inside you?” You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He tugged on your hair, making you yelp in pain. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You cried, throwing your arms around him and clinging onto him tightly, holding him close. Seonghwa let go of your hair to properly hold himself up so he could see watch your face.

So he could still watch you crumble and scream from his fingers.

All too quickly, you were already close, and he knew it. Your dear husband knew you were close, he’d been with you for all these years, of course he did.

So Seonghwa intentionally brought you as close as he could to that edge, before he stopped and yanked his fingers away. A sob leaves your lips as his hand leaves you, and tears pour down your cheeks as your orgasm fades away.

“No, Mommy,” you gasped as he pulled away from you. You sat up to try to grab onto him, but he batted your hands away. “Please, I was so close!”

“That’s the point.” Seonghwa pushed your hands away as you kept trying to grab him while he was working on getting his belt off.

When you wouldn’t stop, he ripped his belt off and pinned you down on your back to tie your hands above your head. You struggled, letting out pathetic desperate cries that fell on deaf ears.

“Aww, you don’t wanna be tied up?” He asked as he undid his jeans and pulled his pants down, letting his cock spring free. Your mouth went dry as you stared, seeing the pre cum leak down from the slit.

Seonghwa smacked your thigh to make you look up at him. “Are you so cock hungry you can’t answer me? How pathetic.”

He pushed your legs back, giving him perfect access to your sopping cunt. He couldn’t help but admire you as he rubbed your slit with the head of his cock, seeing how your slick shined in the light, watching it cover his cock.

But as much as Seonghwa enjoyed teasing you, he needed his release too.

He slowly pushed inside you, taking his time filling you up, relishing in all your pretty cries and whimpers until his hips were pressed against yours.

“Fuck yes,” Seonghwa muttered. He gripped onto the belt keeping your hands together with one hand and the other on your waist before he started slowly fucking into you. Your legs locked around his waist as he did, holding him as close as you could.

Thankfully, he wastes no time in getting back up to the same brutal pace as before, holding you open, fucking you as deep and hard as he can, hitting your spot perfectly.

“Naughty fucking slut,” he mumbled, leaning close to your face, looking into your eyes again. “Walking in wearing nothing but my coat, just wanting to be fucked full of my cock.”

You can only nod as tears form in your eyes again, whimpering as your thighs begin to shake again, feeling the pleasure build up inside you and spread throughout your body.

Seonghwa bit his lip as a particularly whiny moan bubbled up from his chest, trying to stifle it, but you heard it. You heard it, and it went straight to your cunt, making you clench down on him. The whiny moan shot from his lips, and it only made him fuck you harder and faster.

“Take it, take it.” Seonghwa’s hands moved to your hips, pinning you to the floor harder as he fucked you. “Take my cock, take everything I give you.”

A cry comes out of you as he hits your spot harder. You shake even harder than before, squirming in his hold, wishing you could be free of the goddamn belt.

“More,” you squeaked out, already fucked out but not satisfied in the slightest. “More, please-”

Seonghwa leaned over you and shoved his thumb past your lips, forcing your mouth open, holding your tongue down and spitting down your throat. He forced your mouth closed, and he didn’t even need to tell you to swallow.

“You take what I fucking give you, whore,” he spat, smacking your thigh. “You came to me, you’re gonna listen to me, understand?”

“Mommy, please!”

His hand went around your throat and squeezed. You rolled your eyes back as your head pulsed and your eyes fluttered, just like your cunt. A groan comes from Seonghwa’s chest as he squeezes tighter, reveling in the feeling of your hole clinging onto him like it never wanted him to leave.

Because you didn’t want him to leave. Ever. If he could be inside you all the time, you’d make it happen.

“You take what I give you and that’s final.” Seonghwa growled the words out, using it as a cover to hide how close he was.

He released your throat to rub your clit instead, knowing he had to make you come before he did. He leaned over you again as he did, fucking you as deep as he possibly could.

And because of your stolen orgasm earlier, you were racing towards that edge faster than ever, babbling out half formed cries of “close.”

But you needed more. A little bit more of a push to finally get you there.

“From behind,” you gasped out, looking up at Seonghwa with tear filled, pleading eyes. He didn’t even think about it, he stopped and flipped you over immediately, grabbing onto your hips and getting straight back to fucking your brains out.

Electricity shot through your body as the screams flowed from your lips. You were sobbing out his name as Seonghwa pounded into you, one hand still on your clit, your husband sweating with determination to make you come for him.

“Come on, slut,” he breathed, leaning close to your ear. “Come on my cock, fucking drench me in cream.”

“Fuck me full of your babies,” you weakly cried in answer. Seonghwa choked at your demand.

“You know I always do.”

And you did, it was only seconds later that you came around him. Screaming his name, shaking, with your face pressed against the floor. Seonghwa came right after, whimpering out your name as he came inside you, pumping you full of his release.

Seonghwa pulled out a few seconds later to let his cum spill out of you. He let out a whiny noise as he watched it spill out of you and down your folds,

“You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart,” he panted. You smiled weakly as you sat up on your knees. Seonghwa reached around you to undo the belt on your wrists, pulling you against his chest.

And the hug felt nice. But you wanted more.

“Can we go again?” You asked softly. Seonghwa scoffed softly, leaning his head on your shoulder. You were half expecting to hear no, which was fine. But what came out was:

“Then you’re gonna do the work this time.”

Alright then.

Seonghwa moved you both back to the desk, sitting in his chair and putting you on his lap. He didn’t even have to tell you to do anything.

You were already grinding on his softened cock to get him hard again, while also kissing up and down his neck. All over that goddamned MATZ tattoo that made you gush all over his cock.

“God, baby, that wasn’t enough for you?” Seonghwa groaned, tilting his head back, stretching out the tattoo. You whined as you shook your head, still feverishly kissing and licking all over, desperately grinding yourself against his cock.

He couldn’t deny it, your desperation was incredibly hot, he was hard again in no time. But how could he not be? His wife was all over him, begging for him, wanting him to be inside you.

You pulled back and sat up properly, and Seonghwa watched as you adjusted yourself to sink down onto his cock. And even though he was trying to keep up his rough persona that you both enjoyed, he couldn’t help but admire you for a second with nothing but love.

But Seonghwa snapped himself back as you slid down onto him, throwing his head back and groaning deeply as he filled you up. “That’s it, slut, just like that,” he ground out. “Greedy little bitch, even after I fuck you dumb, it’s not enough for you.”

His words go straight to your cunt, making you clench down harder as you finally took him all. You whimper as his head presses against your spot, perfectly fitting inside you. Seonghwa’s throat bobbed as he gulped.

“Go on, fuck yourself, since you want it so bad.”

And that you did.

You leaned back, holding onto the desk, using it as leverage to bounce yourself on his cock. Seonghwa’s eyes went straight to your cunt, watching as you fucked him, the way you split yourself open every time, cream pouring from your hole.

“God, you’re never satisfied, are you?” Seonghwa’s eyes flicked up to your face as he spoke, seeing the tears run down your cheeks, the desperation in your eyes as you cried out over and over. “So fucking greedy, you can never get enough of my cock, can you?”

You shake your head, his words making your thighs shake. You let out a desperate cry as you try to keep your rhythm consistent. You threw your head back, so you couldn’t see the sadistic smirk on your husband’s lips as he relished in your struggle.

And you were indeed struggling. You wanted him so bad, you wanted to come again, but you were already weak from the first round, and his constant taunts were not helping.

So Seonghwa, the ever loving gentleman he was, put his thumb on your clit and rubbed it in quick, little circles. Fire shot through your thighs as you cried out louder, your hips jerking and your cunt crying from overstimulation.

“Aww, dumb baby can’t even fuck herself properly. You can’t even think straight because you wanna come so bad, isn’t that right?”

You heard him, but your brain couldn’t make a response. Your brain had turned to mush. Your thighs were shaking like leaves. Your chest was heaving. You’d fallen out of rhythm completely.

“Too much, baby?” Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. The gentleness surprised you, but you gratefully wrapped your arms around his neck and clung onto him.

But he wasn’t holding you for comfort.

You were brutally reminded of what you’d both agreed on before hand when he started fucking up into you again.

You cried out in surprise as Seonghwa had one arm locked around your hips, keeping you as close as he could while he fucked into your cunt, the other hand in your hair.

“Don’t you dare tell me you can’t handle it.” He tugged on your hair as you sobbed again, burying your face in his neck, crying all over his tattoo. “Cry all you want, you wanted this, so you’re getting it.”

You did want this, you did ask for this. Despite the tears running down your face and the sobs coming out of you, this is what you asked for.

You were getting exactly what you asked for.

It wasn’t much longer before you were already close again. You felt you orgasm creeping up your thighs, twisting inside you, getting closer and closer with every thrust to your spot.

Seonghwa could feel it too, the way you clenched down tighter and the way you were gasping and choking on your cries.

“Go on, baby, come for me,” he whispered. “Come on my cock again, just for me, be a good girl and come again.”

And you did, at his command, screaming and sobbing his name, shaking violently and hugging him as tightly as you could.

Seonghwa fucked you through it, rolling his eyes back in delight as your cunt locked him in a vice like grip again, not letting him go.

As you pulled back, your brain was starting to make sense of things again, and you realized he hadn’t come with you.

“You didn’t come,” you mumbled, sitting up properly, your eyes feeling heavy. You pushed the tired away and woke yourself up as Seonghwa nodded, his siren eyes staring through you.

“No, I didn’t.” His eyes flicked down to your lips before they went back up to your eyes. “And you’re gonna take care of it.”

You were fully willing to help him. Despite your tiredness, you knew you could suck him off and make him come. You’d gladly do it.

But you decided to have a little bit more fun with this.

“No I’m not,” you said as you shook your head, pulling off his cock and going to get up from his lap.

But Seonghwa grabbed onto you and shoved you to the floor, holding you down with his hand in your hair again. Despite your struggles and protests, he pulled you between his thighs and lined his cock up with your lips.

“Yes you will, you made the problem, and now-” He used his free hand to force your mouth open and pulled you onto his cock “-you’re gonna fix it.”

You choked as he hit the back of your throat in one go, filling you up all over again. You tasted a combination of your and his cum, and you swallow instinctively.

Seonghwa groaned at the squeeze as he let his hand run down to your neck. “Now suck, come on,” he growled, urging you along. And at first, you resisted and tried to pull back, but Seonghwa pulled you back and slapped your cheek. “Don’t start with me, you can take it.”

And when you looked up at him, he was looking at you with his dark eyes, staring into your soul expectantly. It made you shiver.

You breathed through your nose as you moved your head, sucking gently at first, putting your hands on his thighs for support. Seonghwa sighed as you did, tightening his grip on your hair. It didn’t take long before he was pulling you along, pushing you to go faster.

You resisted against him for a few seconds before he held you still and jerked his hips forward, making you choke again. Tears sprung from your eyes as you pulled back and coughed. To your relief, Seonghwa let you catch your breath.

“Mommy,” you gasped, looking up at him. “Please, be gentle.”

“You want gentle?” He asked, in fake sympathy. He pouted as he pulled you back on, pushing himself as deep as he could, squeezing your throat with his hand. “You can handle it, don’t lie to me, whore.”

The tears ran down your face, trying to control your throat as best you could so you weren’t constantly choking, letting Seonghwa fuck your throat.

Looking up and watching his face contort in pleasure, seeing the MATZ tattoo stretch as he tilted his head back, hearing all the breathy moans and whines made it all more than worth it.

Obviously, you were enjoying it to begin with. But seeing your husband lose himself in the pleasure and fuck into your throat in pursuit of his own orgasm just made it heavenly.

Seonghwa noticed it too when he looked down at you, at your half closed eyes, the dazed look in your eyes, he fucking loved it. His thighs began shaking the closer he got, his moans grew more choked and breathy.

You squeezed his thighs as you focused on him, on keeping your throat tight for him, listening to the prettiest, whiniest moans your intimidating, strong, dominant husband let out.

“So close, love, so close,” he panted out. “Give you all my babies, all down your throat!”

And he pulled you down as far as he could and came, crying out your name, whimpering and whining as he held onto you tightly. Your eyes rolled back as he filled your mouth with his release, swallowing it all, gladly taking every drop.

You pulled away as he let go of your hair, panting heavily, the tiredness finally taking over you. Your eyelids felt heavy, your whole entire body felt heavy. The fur of the coat only made you feel even more tired.

Thankfully, Seonghwa was tired too. He was leaning back in his chair, panting heavily, his eyes closed, letting the feeling run through him until it was over. He looked down at you and smiled weakly, at his lovely wife.

He reached down and helped you up, leaning you on his chest, with his arm around your shoulders. “I got you, nae sarang,” he said softly, helping you walk to the bathroom. You clung onto him like a small kitten, nearly being dragged along because of how tired you were.

Seonghwa took the fur coat off your shoulders and set it aside as he was filling the bathtub. The room filled with wonderful sweet smells from the drops he’d put into the water. You sighed happily as he helped you into the water. Seonghwa stripped himself down as well to get in with you, holding you close to his chest.

The warm water lulled you even deeper into sleep, cuddling into your husband’s chest. He smiled as he gazed down at you, gently petting your hair, rubbing your back.

His wife. His amazing wife. His heart thumped a little faster as he admired the gold band on his finger.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m here. I’ll watch over you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, just before you passed out.

Seonghwa squeezed you tighter. Despite all the shit, how stressful his life was, the life path he’d chosen, seeing you made it all worth it .

It was all for you.

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