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Im so serious when i say that im gonna strangle every stupid engene that made u private all ur enha fics because they were truly lifechanging to me
Im really sorry, thank you for enjoying them.
I've just never gotten this much hate since I started writing for enha it's just so new to meee. I'll get over it at some point and make them public again, it's just kinda scary lol
Really sorry
10k???
COULD U DO MATTHEO X F READER DURING HER OVULATION WEEK AND SHES SUPER NEEDY AND HORNY? (Pls I’m ovulating and craving ur fics so bad babe😭🙏🧎🏼♀️)
I love how feral this is lmfao -
𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐬 | 𝐌.𝐑.
Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Established Relationship, Dark Fic, Violence, Language, Mention of drugs and alcohol, Slight fluff, Public Affections, Possessiveness, Smut (+18), Dirty Talk, Touch starvation, Fingering, Humping, Grinding, Whining, Sub/Dom Undertones, Blood Kink, Fighting Kink?, Squirting, Major Degradation, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Slight Humiliation Kink
The night is deep, and the dungeon is dim as a few sunken eyes peer curiously at you while you make your way through the crowd. Seeing you emerge from within the walls of your private dorm room was a rare and curious sight for everyone involved. It was especially rare for you to embed yourself amongst your fellow pupils shenanigans, seeing yourself as above such baseless devilment.
You were not here for them.
You were scanning the crowd for him because an unfamiliar warmth had been festering inside your stomach and it had propelled your feet forward, until you reached the very centre of the Slytherin soiree commencing in the common room.
Your core is still aching with the after affects of your fingers as you manoeuvre your way through the party. You were touching yourself under satin sheets only moments ago-spurred on by the imaginings of his bloodied fingers slipping inside you, stabbing your cunt until you mewled like a useless whore and he affirmed you as such. His recklessness and delinquency cracked something vital in your brain and you felt yourself get wetter as you pushed through the crowd. You needed him to touch you, your body practically burned for him to absolutely ruin you, and you set out to do just that.
Although you had turned down a concoction of Firewhiskey from an already inebriated Ravenclaw student, your stomach burns with the anticipation of seeing him.
Feeling him.
Smelling his near constant fragrance of Firewhiskey along his lips. You were never clingy but you wished for nothing more than to be in the presence of your insufferable and clingy boyfriend.
A month into your courtship, and you had failed to bring up how much of his habits bypass all sensibilities in your brain. If only he knew how much his recklessness brought about an unmistakable moisture in between your thighs. That,coupled with his bruised and bloody knuckles, spurred on your need, especially during this time of the month.
It had been easy to maintain your composure throughout the rest of the month, effortless, even. Detachment and independence was a by-product of your personality, showing up in the way you shied away from Mattheo's public affections and always appearing uninterested in any of his verbal charms.
One such occasion; you had found him taking up purchase on your bed after an incredibly tiresome day as a Slytherin prefect.
"Make yourself scarce, Riddle. I'm not in the mood," He, of course, was delighted in your indifference- truthfully, he basked in it. Mattheo was somewhat of a masochist, craving the attention of someone so emotionally detached. The very second he noticed how unaffected you appeared with his shenanigans. He might as well have transfigured into a mermaid, because he was hooked.
"How easy you are to repel my affections," He said, letting a bandaged hand fall on his chest as he lay supine like a starfish on your Satin sheets, "How swiftly you deny my companionship-"
"Dont you have any orphans to torture?"
You mourn the past you... how indifferent she had been.
How utterly in control!
The bed dipped as he slithered closer, letting a hand rest on your shoulders as he began to knead the tense muscle there.
"Don't I get a 'How was your day, Riddle?' How did you sleep, Riddle? How did you acquire these bruises, Riddle, and I hope you looked hot doing it, Riddle" it was then that you glanced at the hand on your shoulder. Busted knuckles bred bloodied and broken skin. Riddle's hand was a smorgasbord of cuts and bruises that disappeared up his black, cotton sleeve shirt. You ignored the useless warmth knotting in your core as you continued to undo your shoelaces.
"I needn't ask you because I know you were in the centre of yet another degenerate fight," you had said, burying all the feelings of need amongst your usual, scholarly distractions.
"You love it"
"I hate it actually. It makes me question my affiliation with you.
"You say that princess, but you secretly love it"
You did love it, and right now, distracting yourself is not an option. You watch with bated breath as the object of your affections walks into the Slytherin common rooms. There are plenty of bodies swaying in the dungeons illuminated by various Ravenclaws who have casted Lumos
You see Riddle across the room, head thrown back while he nursed a cup of Firewhiskey. When his head comes back, he sees you too, he raises his cup and he pushes himself off the wall to lessen the distance between you. Your legs certainly achieve a quicker gait as you push past the swaying bodies and soon enough you're bombarded by firewhiskey, with an undercurrent of sweat and leather.
The second you’re close, Riddle lowers his cup on the desk, already having his explanations ready for the impending combat. "If you think I'm gonna let you take my freedom away again, you’re fucking crazy. I'm barely buzzed and I'm getting drunk, or high by the end of this night and there's nothing you-" But your fist is already digging into the softness of his button up shirt and your lips are open as you force them onto his.
Right there, in the open.
Mattheo is naturally stunned, possibly discombobulated.
Had he really gotten higher than he thought?
Did that fucking Hufflepuff make him a stepped on joint?
Frankly, he couldn't care less, and as the shock of it all wore down, and he could feel you begin to slip away, Mattheo slithers his battered hand around your waist and pulls you impossibly close. He smirks into the kiss, as he brings his hand up, fingers gliding across your collarbone, while the other hand lingers around your waist.
"What happened to your hand?" It is a question that threatens to burst the bubble established between the two of you. Why would you ask him this? Why would you bring him back to the events of earlier today when you were so prettily malleable in his hands right now?
"Nothing,"
"Matt..." You say, clouding your words with innuendo, which has him looking up at you with furrowed brows.
"Nott," Is all he says before he buries himself in the crook of your neck. His proximity awakens something animalistic inside of you, it pushes you to the depths of your lascivious desires and has you melting right there on the dance floor. All around you, fellow Slytherins continue to sway to the beat, letting the thrum of the enchanted muggle music speak for them. You throw your head back, gasping at the overwhelming need pooling in your core as Riddle begins to send reckless kisses down your collarbone, all while you imagine beating another guy silly. You blame your cycle. You blame your body. You blame every single hormone responsible for allowing you to emit such a wanton moan so openly in the very centre of a crowd.
"Who do I have to kill in order to get this reaction out of you everyday?" Mattheo is panting, with his hazel eyes dilated (whether from pleasure or substance, you might never know). Who do I have to curse in order to get you to be this slutty for me every single day?" His breathing is shallow and audible, even through all the noise. Mattheo's mind is foggy and the party guests are reduced to a memory. The only image he's able to conjure up is his lips between your wet folds - his tongue eager to find the source of your need while you moaned above him and kneaded your own breasts in a slutty haze.
"I need you, Mattheo," it was fucking infuriating to admit but the wetness has completely soaked through your underwear and a fresh scar is present in the corner of Mattheo's eye. There's a slight red smudge under his nose, and his knuckles are red and angry at the best of your neck, cradling your head close to his.
"Say that again-"
"What? No, I will not fucking-"
Mattheo's grip on your neck immediately unhooks and he detangles your limbs but before he ventures any furthers you're pulling him down to you and with your lips to Mattheo's greedy ears you angrily mutter, "I fucking need you. I need you really badly,"
He stares in your desperate, dark eyes with wonder and awe before letting your wrist be enclosed by his iron grip. Soon, you're being dragged through a Slytherin party with a boy adjusting the front lf his pants and barking orders at the drunken strangers to move before they fucking died.
Just as you succeed in cutting through the crowd a voice stops both of you in your tracks.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, Riddle," the voice booms from over the thumping bass of whatever muggle music was enchanted over the dungeon. Mattheo's gaze cuts away from you, but before he turns completely away, a slow Cheshire cat grin curls at the ends of his lips.
"That threat has grown so unimaginably tedious after years of overuse, Theo but I can't do this right now-" His sentence has already been cut short by an audible blow to his lower jaw. Theo Nott blocked your path towards the darkened hallway, leading to your dorm room and you're left wholly unsatisfied as Mattheo is sent barreling backwards. He lets go of your hand, stopping to wipe the wetness at the corners of his lips and checking to see if it's blood. It is. And something scratches inside of you.
The Prefect inside you wants to intervene but an even darker part of you tells you not to.
Theo is livid, and his wide chest rises and falls as he descends on Mattheo,
"Why the fuck am I being told by Draco of all people, that I can't play Keeper because I'm stuck in the hospital wing-"
"Theo, I really don't have the time for this-" Mattheo begins, but Theo cuts him short,
"Are you trying to steal my fucking place, Riddle?"
Mattheo's voice is leveled as he raises his fingers and says, "Okay, first off, yeah, I am. Obviously I'm trying to take your place. You're a shit Keeper and secondly, I've got somewhere to be," Theo's barreling towards Mattheo once more.
A silly, borderline maniacal smirk explodes on Riddle's face before he makes the shotgun decision to charge and lands a punch at Theo's jaw, allowing for the taller boy to stagger backwards. Your shoulders jump, and you flinch at the sickening sound as you watch with a wide gaze as Mattheo nurses his hurt hand. Theo is a raging bull, but Draco appears from the crowd, with a firm grip on Theo's shoulder. A stern, quiet reprimand.
At the exact same moment, Mattheo's hand finds yours and he smirks as he stalks past Nott, wiping away at his chin as he leads you towards your dorm.
The quietness within is almost jarring compared to the noise out there and as soon as the door closes, Mattheo's lips descend on your neck, "I know, I know," He sighs heavily, as he brings his hand up to your shoulder, "I’m sorry. I just hope I haven't ruined the vibe-"
"I want your fingers inside me, Riddle." He stills at your quiet command, and you leave him standing by the door as you pad over to your bed. "I don't know why, but I just need you, okay? And my own fingers aren't quite doing the trick and I keep thinking about how fucking crazy you are and-", You sigh as you sit at the foot of the bed. Lifting the skirt of your dress, Mattheo watches in the dimness of your room as you venture your fingers under your dress and hook them into your panties. He walks towards you, propelling the wings of the butterflies in your stomach.
All he says is, "Which hand?" He doesn't know why he asks, but he does and his voice is barely above a whisper as he hopes you pick the right answer. His cock twitches in his underwear at the thought of seeing his blood on your skin.
Mattheo stops in between your legs, causing the fabric of the dress to rise while a breeze drifts over your soaked pussy. You bend forward and reach for his bloodied hand.
"I want your fingers inside me,"
Mattheo's resolve immediately snaps and his hands grip tightly at your hips, pushing you backwards and exposing your wet core to him.
"You're fucking dripping through the sheets like a slut- you're a fucking slut,"
Excitement. It rushes through you like a wave of magma at the neediness in his own voice.
Matheo rushes to rid both of you of the excess fabric, casting Evansco, until all he can see is your warm, glistening skin.
"Oh my fuck-" Mattheo's voice cracks as he stares down at your aching cunt, his fingers almost instinctively rubbing over the wetness.
"Touch your breasts," He commands, "I wanna see you do it,"
Your eyes pierce into his dark ones as you bring a shaky hand up towards your puckered nipples. The smallest brush elicits a violent streak of pleasure which would have occupied your entire mind were it not for Mattheo's long fingers already stabbing into your dripping cunt.
"Fuck, you're so wet," He whines, unconsciously burying his hips into the sheets at the foot of your bed as he watches. He is utterly transfixed by his middle and ring finger disappearing into your cunt. Every time they sink deeper your mind gets filled with images of Riddle's unrest and violence. You're utterly wrecked with the thought of his bloodied fingers being inside you, touching the most private parts of you.
"Pick up the pace, Riddle,"
"Shut the fuck up," He mumbles as he takes his time in exploring the very depths of you. Your voice soars to higher octaves as you feel your first orgasm cresting quite literally against your will. How utterly embarrassing, to cum so quickly.
"You're fucking squeezing my fingers- fuck-" You're desperately humping at his hand, hoping your hips might achieve the feat of sinking his fingers further into you. "You're humping my hand so fucking well." His cock aches as he continues to grind it into the sheets, in tandem with your swollen cunt taking his fingers.
"Are you seriously going to cum so soon? Are you that desperate to get fucked-" Your cunt spasms around his fingers and you're moaning as you squeeze your sensitive breasts, already soaring to the heights of your orgasm. Your screams rival the music outside but Riddle never tells you to keep quiet, instead he watches with hungry eyes as your body melts into its orgasm.
"Look at what the fuck you've done," Mattheo's words have you slowly coming back to earth, but not quite... his voice is heavy with lust as you raise yourself by your elbows. Your stomach sinks as you watch Mattheo, he's frozen in front of you, with his head lowered and his gaze on his palm.
"I-I'm sorry-" Your sheets were soaked with your release, leaving a visible damp spot. You squirted everywhere.
"You're gonna do that on my cock," before you can comprehend your words Mattheo already has his cock positioned at your wet folds.
"I'm going to fucking cum inside you and you're going to take it, yeah?" The serious shadow in his darkened eyes hold no room for negotiation, you'd never seen Mattheo quite this serious because seriousness just didn't run in his bloodstream. However, he's utterly ruined by your neediness, needing to take advantage of your compliance before it slipped through his fingers.
"Oh my fuck- Mattheo!"He pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed and his cock forces itself through your folds, until Mattheo is quite literally fucking you with reckless abandon.
"Matt- I can't-'' You're still riding on the sensitivity of your previous high and you think Mattheo could be a little mindful of this but his goal, it seems, is to leave you overstimulated.
"You can," he mumbles, with his eyes squeezing shut before he quickly opens them, wanting to see every emotion flowing over your face.
"You're a slut but you're not a useless slut, are you?" You tits bounce with every movement of Mattheo's hips, and you're shaking your head despite the fog. Your cunt is squeezing the life out of his cock and you feel him pushing at a very sensitive part of you.
Your head is buried in the pillows as your back arches and you swallow him deeper.
Mattheo bends forward, his hips quickening into a needy, restless rut as his teeth sink into the skin around your nipples.
"FUCK-" The pain bleeds into pleasure which streams into your next orgasm. Riddle moans around your skin, suckling at your nipple while he fucked you like he is as touch starved as you are.
"I'm cumming, Matt-" The fact that you're still able to form words is a complete and utter mystery because, not a second later, you're exploding around his cock. A gushing, clear liquid rushes through you while your lips chant his name like a prayer.
"I'm going to fucking breed you, baby- oh fuck, you're so pretty squirting around my cock-" the cracks in his voice; the desperation laced on every word has him cumming inside you, pushing his hips with every spurt of warmth.
You're still shuddering when Mattheo slumps over you. You're both huffing and puffing and basking in each other's release with his cock still very much inside you. "You're getting a contraception potion from Madame Pomfrey tomorrow," you can do nothing except nod as your satisfaction settles.
"I'll come with you," He says.
Rewatch<3
Do you know what movie still scares me at my big age???
MARS NEEDS MOMS
Cus what the hell do you mean aliens wanna abduct my mom? I literally need her?????
Do you know what movie still scares me at my big age???
MARS NEEDS MOMS
Cus what the hell do you mean aliens wanna abduct my mom? I literally need her?????
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Soobin
In The Dark | idol au, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, +18
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In The Dark | Choi Soobin
- Choi Soobin x Hyper Feminine!Reader
- Summary: dating Soobin unearths unwanted insecurities
- Warnings: Language, Fluff, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Idol!Soobin, Insecurities, Body Dysmorphia, Implied Chubby Reader, Slight Angst, Smut +18 (Minors DNI) Morally Ambiguous Sex, Dark Themes, Dom!Soobin, Massive Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Self-Degradation, Mutual Masturbation, Humping, Dirty Talk
A/n: special thanks to the anon that suggested I do a repost because Tumblr was being weird and didn't let the fic show up in the tags <33 love love love u
Soobin is a mess.
You said you would be here.
You said you'd support him.
You said he should expect your face among the crowd of VIP guests all peppered towards the front of the stage, sipping on expensive champagne around rounded tables as if the outside world wasn't burning around them.
You promised you'd be here to weather this disgustingly pretentious storm with him.
Soobin's grip on the glassy framework of the award only curled tighter and tighter the further his gaze washed over the obscenely compact crowd. His mouth is moving along to the various shapes of his perfectly rehearsed speech while his eye changes direction with every carefully calculated blink.
His gaze eventually lands on his manager behind the teleprompter- a guardian silhouetted in the darkness, with nothing at all alluding to his importance to the 5 men on stage.
Soobin's words stumble ever so slightly when his manager gives him one subtle, unexpected shake of the head.
"I-I'd also like to thank…" Soobin clears his throat which was a big mistake because the mic was very much displeased with that action as it caused a sharp screech to echo throughout the arena.
Even on this podium, Soobin began to hear your voice as you reassured him, "I'll be there; Soob. I promise," perhaps he shouldn't have brought up such a delicate topic as attending one of his myriad awards shows together, right after a session of heated and messy sex. Your mind had still been in the clouds as you curled beside your boyfriend, your finger trailing along his chest as you looked up at him. Or atleast, Soobin thought you might've looked up athim. It was always hard to tell considering you had only ever had sex with him in the dark.
That unfortunately summed up the entirety of your relationship, Soobin thinks bitterly, always in the fucking dark.
"Uh- I-" he licks his lips now and his chest is constricting and this fucking Prada suit feels far too strenuous on the sleeves and the spotlight is too bright and too hot, it's sizzling his skin-
"Annnd that's why we only do celebratory drinks, after the show Soobin, 진짜" Yeonjun's head shake is comedic as he slides smoothly into the front of the mic
The room erupts into a cloud of polite and amicable laughter and, thanks to Yeonjun, it is as if Soobin's blunder never even happened.
He breezes through the entire congratulations while Soobin is stuck staring helplessly at the floor and it immediately sends a shockwave of grave, grave regret to flow through you as you watch your boyfriend from the comfort of your apartment. Your stomach turns with incomparable guilt as Soobin's group makes their way off stage and you reach blindly for the remote, switching off the TV before it could inflict you with any more human guilt.
All you're able to do for a while is just sit and stare blankly ahead at a black screen, while your emotions chastise you for not keeping your promise.
Nothing feels real.
Not the plushness of the suede couch underneath your pyjama shorts, or the plushie sitting idly on your lap. You begin stroking the rabbit’s obscenely long ears as a mode of self soothing, anything that might allow you to disassociate from the fact that after tonight, you might probably be single. Having already lost a wonderful boyfriend.
You suddenly felt transported to high school when men your age would hit on you as a joke
And men far too old for you would hit on you as a lascivious addition to their mid life crisis.
It had never been real.
This couldn't be real.
Before the intensity of that nauseating thought of your fast approaching break-up could really sink its claws into your stomach, you're immediately brought back into the present by the buzzing of your phone on the couch beside you. Your hand unconsciously squeezes around the softness of the plushie's ears as you read the message from one Choi Soobin.
[23:49 ]수빈 - The Boyfriend 🥕
Since you haven't directly told me you want nothing to do with me I expect you naked when I get home.
You could hear the exact tone through his words alone and it causes a tempest of molten lava to brew in the pits of your stomach. You squeeze your plushie tighter as you quickly type out a response:
[23:50] You:
I'm sorry. That's all I can really say
You don't get a response thereafter. Instead you're left staring at your phone with grave uncertainty, the clock ticking away until the insertion of your password at the front door lock alerts your senses.
He was the only one who knew your password.
When Soobin appears in your living room amongst your bright, pastel and childish things, he looks nothing at all like the smiley fun loving boyfriend all your minimal friends and colleagues know him to be. Instead, he looks like a dark cloud that's just swept itself in, threatening to terrorize everything in its wake. His black hair is a mess after having been so meticulously styled by those poor, poor hairstylists. The makeup that had been red-carpet-ready not even an hour ago is completely gone, leaving his tan skin exposed to the overhead lights. His bareface is somehow both haggard, furious and still so fucking handsome as he glares at you with the intensifiy of a million burning suns.
"You're still dressed." Gone is the slightly high intonation he uses whenever he wants to make his voice sound less intimidating than it actually is.
His tone is as low as the ocean and as hoarse as fucking gravel as he shrugs off his blazer and fiddles with his tie.
"You- You got here so quick I-" While you trample over your words, as he turns to disappear down the short hall to your bedroom. He curses as he pulls at the tie and you follow him helplessly. "I-I thought it was live-"
"These things never are as ‘live' as you think they are." Soobin's condescending scoff stops you momentarily in your tracks. The blood courses through your skin. Everything is warm. All you're able to do is take in a sharp breath before you make your way into your bedroom.
Your arms curl around your soft middle and you lower your head as you stand helplessly at the threshold as if waiting for an invitation into your own fricken room.
Soobin is mad with lust. Although he tries very hard not to show it.
He had initially been looking forward to bending you over a table in the green room while his members enjoyed the rest of the award show. He had been looking forward to ripping off whatever dress would stick to your ample curves, a colour that would obviously match his suit.
Letting the entire arena know you were with him and he was with you.
He had been looking forward to mind blowing congratulatory sex after winning album of the year.
Soobin was hard the moment they said his group's name because all he could think of was the sultry promise you had made to him. "Bring home the gold, and you could do whatever you want to me,"
Soobin is fucking fuming that you took his fantasy away from him. He's fuming that you refused to show up for him tonight.
Although still gravely mad, Soobin watches you slyly from the corner of his eye as you shuffle into your bedroom. He's fiddling with the top button, trying to keep his visage stone cold, hoping to give nothing away at how gravely adorable you appeared, inching yourself into the room as if you were a child being scolded at. He's not sure whether you meant to bring the stuffed rabbit with you but the sight of your curves swimming in your pink pyjamas while you clutched helplessly at the plushie... Soobin clears his throat as he undoes the glimmering cufflinks, "I need to get out of this fucking monkey suit," his says darkly.
"You," his darkened gaze finds you momentarily before once again looking at his cufflinks as if he couldn't be bothered to stare at you for even five seconds, "Get undressed."
Your heart sank with not only the warning in his tone, but the manner in which he looked at you
As if you truly were nothing.
It pained you to see him so disappointed and yet... you still couldn't deny how deeply Soobin in his current state scratched at the very deep and sensitive part of you that liked being degraded by him.
"I'm not gonna ask you again." As you drop the Rabbit onto your bed, slowly, very slowly, you pull at the spaghetti strap of your pyjama shirt, hand almost trembling as you shrug the strap off your left shoulder.
Soobin shrugs off his expensive dress shirt before diving into the drawer you had cleaned out just for him. You watch with wide eyes as Soobin gets re-dressed, this time in a large black shirt and matching black sweatpants. He looked like a guardian of the night while you were forced to expose yourself in front of him.
"C-Could I-"
"No." Soobin says as he refolds the dress shirt and places his clothes on the mantle before sitting down on the fluffy pink ottoman across where you stood by the bed. He could see everything from where he stood and that's the thought that shoots your nerves into overdrive.
"I'm gonna give you 60 seconds to explain yourself." He says, reaching for his thick-rimmed prescriptions on the mantelpiece before shoving them on. Soobin spreads his legs slightly with his arms crossed as he leans back against the wall,"and while you're at it, how about throwing in an explanation for why you act so fucking disgusted to be seen with me-"
"Soobin."
"All you do is hide from this relationship like I'm fucking humiliating-" he scolds before quickly adding, "Sit on the bed and spread your legs." It is a fucking miracle that he successfully manages to relay the command without his voice wavering even once, letting you know how truly affected he is at the sight of your naked body under real lights.
Finally.
Soobin's mouth is dry as he examines every part of you.
You feel like a fucking roadside attraction as he sits up ever so slightly to get a better look at the curves of your waist and ass. The dimples along your embarrassing thighs and the sheer size of your tits. The string of beads around your waist that he never even knew were there. He could see it all.
When you sit on the bed amongst the pillows, you unconsciously wrap yourself in a ball.
"Stop that. Did I say you could hide yourself from me?" Your hands immediately drop to your sides as you stare at Soobin with glistening eyes.
"You stay looking at me," he mutters gravely, and you nod almost automatically. "Touch yourself. I wanna see how your cunt looks when you're wet.” Soobin sneers the filthy words out at you with an evil slightly cocky smirk. “I wanna see the faces you make when you're fucked stupid. I wanna see how dumb you get for your own hand," Soobin's gaze that had been following your hand tentatively crawling between your legs shifts up to meet your eyes and you can feel all your inhibitions melt as Soobin says, "Can you do that for me baby?"
Before you know it, your hand is prying apart your legs. Yhe slickness that had begun forming between your thighs are more than ready to get started despite your mind mumermering its insecurities.
"You're not gonna do that," his voice causes you to snap your eyes open despite you never really remembering when they fluttered closed. "Even when we fuck, you never once let me see you." Soobin is hunched forward with his elbows on his knees as he runs his hand through his hair. "We always fuck in the dark like you're trying desperately to think about someone else."
"Soobin-"
"Rub your clit faster, don't waste my time." Soobin could feel the effects of this little punishment weighing on his dick that feels warm and heavy in his sweatpants. His voice wants to disappear at sight of you finally dipping your fingers to your exposed cunt. You mewl into the air with pursed lips while your other hand pats at the duvet underneath you; in search of something.
Soobin swallows thickly as he rises from the ottoman and you sink further into the sheets as his shadow spills over you.
"'This what you're looking for, Pretty Girl?" he didn't mean for the praise to slip… after all he should be pissed at you. But the sight of your already big eyes only growing bigger at the sight of your rabbit plushie in his hand only sends his arousal into overdrive. You lodsg the plushie into your side as you continue to prod at your pussy.
"Fuck," Soobin whispers at sight of your glistening cunt this close. He sits at the foot of your bed, stroking your leg in unconscious stimulation as he urges you onwards.
"That's it, do it just like that for me. Little circles, just like that-"
"Fuck- Soobin-"
His eyes travel up to your blissed out face and he immediately knows he has you locked away in subspace. That funny little plain of existence that got you to do almost whatever the fuck he asked for. You're a pouty, moaning mess as you dip your index and middle finger inside and Soobin groans at the sight.
"Oh my fucking God," he doesn't know whether to watch your fucked out face framed by your dazzling braids, the beads of sweat growing pregnant along your dark skin, or your fingers ramming into your cunt.
"What a tight fucking cunt, fuck-"
"Soobin-"
Without ever looking away from your cunt he immediately shoots back, "Unless you're gonna apologize, shut the fuck up-"
"I-I'm close," the panting in your voice only has him panting louder as he curses and rushes to pull his own cock out of his sweatpants. He's dripping precum and he squeezes his cock so severely it only causes more precum to bead at the tip. Soobin's cock is red and angry with its non stop twitching and you mindlessly buck your hips up into the air while you squeeze your plushie even closer to your chest.
You immediately relent. "'m'so sorry, Soob-" your eyes threaten to roll to the back of your hand at the sight of Soobin throwing his head back, one hand on the bed underneath him so he can lean back and fuck his fist to the rhythm of your fingers.
"m'so'so sorry- I was so dumb- such a dumb girl-"
Soobin hisses as his cock twitches. His mind is overcast with lust and the sight of your mindless whining only had him nearing his orgasm. He releases his cock to spit at his hand before continuing his stroking.
"Call yourself stupid again and I'm gonna fucking cum-"
His words have you nearing your own orgasm, completely unaware to the extent self degradation affected you sexually. You felt so bad. So incredibly useless, it drove you nuts with arousal. Soobin made a mental note.
"I'm s-so dumb, Soob," you moan pornographically, “I'm so dumb for y-you-”
He's already fucking into his fist at a broken pace as his mouth hangs open. Soobin can't look away from you.
"God, I'm cumming," he whimpers, "You're so fucking pretty you're gonna make me c-" Soobin isn't able to get anotjer word out before he's spurting cum straight onto his clean black shirt. You continue to hump your hand, with your teeth clenched, "C-Can I-" Soobin is still locked away in his own pleasure but a messy kiss on your shin lets you know you're allowed before you're Cumming on your hand with a loud almost guttural scream. With Soobin's eyes on the most vulnerable parts of you, it's the most intense orgasm you've ever had.
“No more hiding.” Soobin says, breathing heavily as his hand returns to your shin.
“We've been in a relationship for 6 serendipitous months and never in those 365 days had I ever given you a reason to hide from me. Or to hide us from the world. Stop that.”
You nod slowly, his big words successfully scooping you out of the petulance of subspace like he knew they would. “I'm sorry,” you say. “I guess I'm just waiting for this all to end up being a dream.”
Soobin places another kiss on your shin as he pulls you onto his lap.
“I'm very much real.” He says.
Ask me what type of romantic dreams I have at night.
The man in my dreams:
(He wasn't happy I escaped from my gilded cage)
You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended
I know Artemis had hoes please dpmo
Whenever ancient Greeks referred to any goddess as 'virgin', with absolutely no idea as to why they dont want the touch of a man, what I really think they meant is lesbian.
Whenever ancient Greeks referred to any goddess as 'virgin', with absolutely no idea as to why they dont want the touch of a man, what I really think they meant is lesbian.
kitty girl who is also a puppy who is also a bunny
just watched deadpool & wolverine.
and oh my god deadpool!ellie would be EVERYTHING
♡
BWHAHAHAHAHA CUS WHAT COMPELLED HIM TO SCARE THEM THAT BAD?????
i am your little sparkle jumprope queen ♡
I want
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possessive domme x attention whore sub
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-) S02E06 | "Smallfolk"