How Okoye Was Looking At Attuma After He Places Another Shark On Her Doorstep As A Courting Gift.

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♤◇ Fuck Me 'Till The Suns Up ◇♤

Pairing: Lee Felix x Male!Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, sub!Felix, dom!Reader, swearing, unprotected sex, nipple play, breeding kink, Daddy kink, degrading, choking, probably more

English is not my first language; this is not proofread so beware grammar mistakes and spelling errors

Felix was a kind soul--gentle even. Everyone could see that, and everyone loved it. He was a sweetheart that everyone loved. He always made everyone around him smile and laugh easily without trying very hard. He also seemed to be a bit innocent, to be perfectly honest. Not too pure, but still a slight bit innocent. Of course, this wasn't true. It almost never is with the seemingly innocent ones.

Felix had a darker side to him--one that he could not show to the world or really anyone. And one could say that it was mostly caused by you.

See, you were a pretty big tease to Felix. You always did things to him that made his stomach feel like it was burning from the inside out. One of your most famous moves was grabbing his wrists and pinning them next to his head against the wall while pressing your body impossibly close to his and leaning your lips down so close to his lips, he could feel your breath against his mouth. He always had to stop himself from either arching his back or leaning forward to connect his lips to yours. The worst part about it? It always left him with a boner that he had to somehow hide until he was able to either slip away or get back to the dorm.

Other things you would do to him included placing your hand on or on the inside of his thigh, hug him from behind and seemingly press your pelvis extra close to his ass--almost tempting him to grind himself back against you, sit him on your lap and make him almost straddle your leg, randomly play with his hair and 'accidently' give it a little tug. All of these things always made him longing for more from you.

Of course, he wouldn't dare ask for your help. He didn't know if all these things really meant that you liked him, or you just liked flirting and teasing him. So, all he could do is wait till he got back to the dorm so he could get himself off properly instead of just a simple quick jerk off in a bathroom.

When he did get himself off, he always made sure to purposely leave the door open just the slightest bit and be just the tiniest bit loud for the small chance that you'd walk in. He even made sure to whimper and whine out your name so you'd maybe hear and know that he felt that way for you.

He always got off the same way, sticking a dildo on the ground with a silicone suction cup for him to ride while he biting his shirt to reveal his toned chest and playing with his nipples. His eyes would be closed as he thinks of some sort of dirty fantasy of you. Maybe it'd be of you fucking him until he was crying and his legs were so close to giving out from the overstimulation, or you'd make him get on his knees and fuck his face until he was light headed from the lack of air, or you'd tie him to the bed and gag and blindfold him while running a vibrator over his cock over and over for hours on end, or perhaps you'd put a cock ring on him and ride him until he was sobbing from the constant edging while you got to have as many orgasms you wanted. All these fantasies were one's that he'd give anything to come true. All he wanted was for you to do whatever you wanted to him, and he'd love every second of it.

Currently, you and the other members were in the studio, doing a VLive. Chan was sitting on the floor in front of the camera while the others were just moving around. You were talking with Felix, both of you walking towards where Bang Chan was. When you notice that both you and him were in perfect view, you turn towards Felix and pin him against the wall, causing him to gasp and look up at you with wide eyes. Chan notices what happens and turns his head around to look at the two of you.

Felix closes his eyes when you lean in, his breath growing heavy as he gulps. He can feel his cheeks heat up when he feels your leg push against his crotch, praying to himself that you don't feel him twitch in his jeans.

He knows the camera can see you two perfectly, so it's taking everything in him not to lean forward and press his lips against yours. But you're making it so difficult not to. He can feel your breath on his lips, and the grip you have on his wrists is strong in a way that only turns him on more. Why do you have to always do this in public? How do you not know how much it effects him?

You move your leg just the slightest bit, causing more pressure to be put on his clothed cock. It takes all his willpower not to grind onto your leg. It just feels so fucking good. It's pathetic how quickly he can get turned on from this--from you just pushing him against a wall, but you just did it in such a way that has him desperate for you.

Felix can't help the way his back arches just the slightest bit when you move your leg once again. There's no way you can't feel how turned on he is, you have to feel it. Right?

". . .Please. . ." The whisper was so quiet, you almost couldn't catch it. "Hyung, please. . ."

Felix almost doesn't care about the camera's anymore, too caught up in the moment to really pay attention to anything happening around him.

Just as he's about to lean in, you pull away from him completely. Felix has to stop himself from grabbing you and pulling you back. When he opens his eyes again, he sees that you're walking over to where Chan and a few more of the members sat. Realizing what he had just said, his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. There's nothing he can really do anymore besides walk over to where you sat now, pulling his hoodie down to cover up the obvious bulge in his jeans.

Throughout the rest of the live, Felix couldn't help but keep glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes. You seemed to be unaffected by the whole thing, but he couldn't know that yet. You were a very good actor, you could just be putting up a façade for the camera. He decided he's had enough. He needs to know how you feel.

So, at the end of the live and when you were all exiting the studio, he asked for you to follow him into his dressing room. That's where you were currently, standing in the middle of the dimly lit room while Felix stands in from of you, looking up into your eyes as his breathing continues to grow heavy and shaky.

"Why do you do those things to me?" You raise your eyebrow at him, seemingly oblivious. "Why do you tease me like you do, and act like nothing happened right after?"

You have to stop yourself smirking or chuckling at him. "You mean why I pin you against the wall?" Felix nods. You, continuing to act oblivious, shrug your shoulders. "It's fun."

Felix closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. "You seriously don't know?"

"Know what?"

You were starting to get on Felix's nerves. You had to've known. There's no way you didn't. "You don't know what you do to me?"

You shake your head, almost having to bite your lip to stop you from laughing at his frustrated face. "Elaborate for me."

He takes a breath before stepping forward, never breaking eye contact with you as he reaches down and grabs your hand and slowly brings it to his bulge, eyes fluttering shut as he presses himself against your hand. "Don't tell me you didn't feel it in the studio."

His breath hitches and he lets out a whine when he feels you grab harshly at his clothed cock. He opens his eyes to look back up at you. "And what is it you want me to do about it?"

Felix's breathing picks up, gulping hard before spilling out all the words he's wanted to say to for years. "I want you to bend me over something and fuck me until I'm crying and my legs are shaking. I want you to wreck me until I know nothing but your name. I want you to use me however you want. I want you to choke me until I'm about to pass out. Please, just fucking rail me already!"

You smirk down at him, moving your hand up to grip at the underside of his jaw, pulling his face closer to yours. "You really think I didn't know how you felt about me? I've heard your pathetic whines of my name as you ride your dildo. I've also heard it when you call me 'Daddy' when you have a dirty dream about me. I've heard the way you beg for me to breed you, for me to fill you to the brim with my cum. I've felt and seen the way you get hard from my teasing. I'm not oblivious. I know how much of a whore you are for me."

Felix let's out a quiet groan at your words, enjoying the effect they have on him. You let go of his jaw, lightly pushing him back. "If you want me to fuck you, get on your knees."

Felix let's out a loud sob as he feels your teeth sink into the skin of his nipple while you angle your hips to slam deeper inside his ass. His legs cross from where they rest behind your back as he desperately tries to hold you closer.

His nails dig into your shoulders as he throws his head back against the couch cushion. "F-Fuck- Daddy!"

You hum, enjoying the way his back arches from the vibrations. You pull away from him and pull out, cause Felix to whine. Before he can say anything though, you flip him over on the couch so he's laying on his stomach. You're quick to push back inside him and resume your brutal pace.

Felix grips desperately at the couch cushion, knuckles turning white from the intense grip. However, when he feels you wrap your hand around his throat and give a tight squeeze, he can't help but reach up and grip at your wrist instead.

The new angle you have on him causes you to hit his prostate with each thrust. That mixed with the feeling of the lack of air has his legs shaking from the intense amount of pleasure. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his eyes close as he starts to feel light headed.

The coil in his stomach slowly grows more and more, as does yours. "Dad-Daddy- fuck- cum! Gonna cum!"

This only causes your pace to speed up, chasing after the high both of you so desperately want to achieve. Your free hand reaches down to grip tightly at his waist, definitely leaving a bruise behind. Neither of you can bring yourself to care, however.

With a few more thrusts, Felix almost shrieks as he feels his high wash over him. He feels his cock spill onto both his stomach and the couch below him. It takes you a few more moments before the coil in your stomach finally snaps, causing you to still your hips and tighten your grip on his throat and waist. Felix groans loudly at the feeling of you spilling into his ass, enjoying being filled even more by you.

You collaps on top of Felix, and both of you stay like that for a few minutes. You're the first one to move, going to pull out so you can clean him up only to be stopped by him grabbing your waist. He turns his head to look behind at you. "Don't move. Please."

You raise your eyebrow at him. "You like being full, don't you?"

Felix blushes before nodding lightly. "I-I like it a lot." He gulps. "Feels really good."

You chuckle, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his temple. "Alright. I'll stay."

*a few years into domestic bliss*

M'Baku: Your dumbass fish man was missing from the alliance meeting this morning. Can you find him?

Shuri: What, do you think I have him microchipped or something?

M'Baku: Well, do you?

Shuri: ... yeah, hang on

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Shuri to Namor later: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INDIAN OCEAN AT THREE IN THE MORNING

My First Rape.🖤

A story by @nastytiaa21. Stories are tagged #nastytiaa

** WARNING: EXTREME RAPE & VIOLENCE FANTASY IF YOU ARE OFFENDED EASILY OR UNDER 18 DO NOT READ **

I was rubbing my pussy and edging all night and came up with a fictional rape story. This story is not related to or about any actual person or real life situation and is fantasy. It’s a little long because it’s apart of a longer project. Please give me some feedback and excuse grammar errors. And thank you for supporting your favorite slut😘😘

“I don’t know if I should go Keisha. I really want to stay in tonight.”

“Stay in and do what? Drink wine, binge Netflix and cry a river over your ex? As usual?” Keisha did have a point. Ever since my ex boyfriend left me for an instagram bimbo whore a month bth ago, I’ve been spending my weekends crying on my couch and eating ice cream. 💔 I could get out and live a little. “Alright girl. I’ll meet you at 11.”

I showered, lathered myself in my favorite hibiscus lotion and rose petal perfume before picking out my outfit for the night. A tight red halter dress that fit my body like a glove, showcasing my juicy thick ass and 34D tits. I straightened my naturally kinky hair and it hung past my shoulders. I did my makeup, threw on the highest heels and was ready to go. 💃🏾💇🏾‍♀️👠

I did a 360 spin in the mirror and bent over to wiggle my ass. My dress was so short that my pussy would peak out at the slightest bend. This was a far cry from my usual tomboy style. Since guys like my ex loved sluts so much, I’m going to be one tonight.😈Besides, I had been cooped up for so long I’d almost forgot how sexy I am underneath all the depression. 😍😍

We finally get to the overcrowded Hip Hop club and 2 step our way to the bar. The loud music, cheap weaves and cheap cologne reminded exactly why I didn’t want to come in the first place. Dude after dude sent drinks or shot their shot either Keisha or I. And I couldn’t blame them for trying-we were the hottest girls in the club. But there were either too ugly, too broke, too, Bad breathe, etc. A tall light skin brother bought Keisha a drink and spit some retired pick up line, whisking her onto the dance floor. 🤦🏾‍♀️

This left me standing in the middle of the dance floor awkwardly. I scanned the room and that’s when my eyes landed on him. He was really tall, about 6’4” and tattoos graffitied all over his Cinnamon shaded skin. His waves spun deeply in a low cut Caesar and his juicy lips were surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard. His light brown eyes had me mesmerized and I couldn’t believe it when they locked with mine. He started slowly yet cooly walking towards me. I wanted to be his slut tonight, no doubts about it. 😻😻

He walked up, leaned in and his deep voice beemed into my ear and slapped my ass. “Dance. Now.” In an authoritative tone. Normally, I would spazz tf out on a a dude, let alone a stranger, for invading my personal space and being so damn rude. But for some reason, I found myself obeying this rude man and seductively twerking my ass on the print of his dick. I felt like I had something to prove so I worked my ass, making my asscheeks pop in every direction and touching my toes with the skill of a Houston stripper. Men began to stare at my exposed pussy while I danced on him.

I felt his bulge grow and he reached in front of my dress and began playing with my clit. He had his other hand massaging my left tit. He still had yet to introduce himself but the jolts of pleasure going up my spine told me to just go with the flow and keep grinding on his fingers. He slipped a finger inside me and began working my dripping pussy.💧💧 Now both men and women were watching and some even took out their phones to record. 🎥i didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop-I needed this. I leaned back against his broad chest and lean six pack and threw my head into his neck ecstasy. I inhaled his Tom Ford cologne as my legs began to shake. He finger fucked my pussy harder, taking breaks to pinch and pull my clit every few seconds. I couldn’t take it and I squirted all over myself right in the middle of the dance floor. 🌊🌊

Instantly, guilt and shame consumed me. I know I said I wanted to be a slut tonight but I didn’t mean no wild shit like this. I turned to him apologetically and spoke into his ear. “I ..um.. usually don’t do stuff like this. I’m trying get over a really bad break—“ he walks away mid sentence and disapears into the crowd, without so much as a goodbye or anything. I stand there with my cum running down my legs into a small puddle between my stilettos with a stumped look on my face. How fucking rude! “Dickhead!” I scream out loud. 😡🤬🖕🏾🖕🏾

Getting played by the cutie in front of everyone had bruised my ego and fucked up my attitude. So I found Keisha, pulled her from her dude and told her I was ready to go. She dropped me off at my building. Something felt especially eerie as my high heels clicked toward my apartment door.Im drunk so it’s takes me a few minutes but I finally put my key in the lock and open the door—a strong presence punches me in the back of the head and I land face down on my living room floor. A gloved hand tightly grips my neck and the other groping my tits and fondling my pussy. Fear paralyzed my limbs and panic clouded my thoughts. My bladder gave out as a piss pooled beneath me. Tears stream down my face. No amount Law & Order SVU episodes could prepare me for this. He was too strong for my 5’2” frame to fight off. There was no way to escape. 😢😩😨

He slaps me while applying more pressure to his big hand wrapped around my skinny neck. He’s flicking my clit with his index finger quickly and though I feel like I’m about to pass out I kinda like the sensation. I felt life slipping from my body but at least I was about to go with my pussy being pet🤷🏾‍♀️ I had already accepted I wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.My lips start to quiver as they turn purple. This is it. I think to myself. I begin praying silently and he lets go of my neck just in time. Then, I hear his belt unbuckle.

“Please.. don’t.. do.. this.” I gasp for air as I speak. “You.. can… take.. my…money… please.. just.. don’t.” He ignores my pleas and I feel his hard dick position at the entry of my slit. To my surprise I was dripping wet. How could my body betray me like this? I didn’t want this. Or did I ?

I still begged him to stop but this time in a lower tone. He easily slid all 12 inches of raw dick into my tight pussy mercilessly. He pulled all the way out and plunged back in repeatedly with speed and precision, holding an animalistic rhythm . He was fucking like he just did a 10 year bid in jail. I screeched feeling his girth glide against the deepest of my walls. I had never felt anything like this. My cries of pain turned into cries of pleasure. Very quickly ‘Stop, Please don’t do this’ turned to ‘Please don’t stop fucking me.’😈🍆💦🙈

He replied by slapping me so hard that my head banged into the hard word floor beneath me and my nose created a puddle of blood beneath me. I felt his dick grow harder inside me and his stroke speed up to 1000 at the sight of my blood. I was willing to though any torture to keep feeling this dick stroke me.👊🏾🤛🏾🤕

That was until he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table nearby. “Please..no..” I begged. I didn’t know what he was going to do with the bottle but I knew it was going to hurt. With no warning he shoves it in my ass with no lube. My dry, tight little ass feel like it’s being split in 2. The pain is unnbearable. However I can still feel his big dick in my pussy while he’s raping my asshole with the wine bottle. And that feels good. The bottle is stretching my ass too wide. I cry and receive WAP! to the face from his thick leather belt, this one busting my lip.

He continues to fuck me and use his free hand to slap, punch and spit on my head, and back over and over. The harder he hits me the wetter my pussy gets wet. I feel blood oozing from my asshole and down onto my pussy from being used by the glass bottle. The blood excites him again and this time I feel him grind his teeth as his dick tenses up. “Who’s the dickhead now little bitch?” He says in a deep voice. It was him 😍 He blasted a thick creamy load right inside my sore pussy while he beat my ass. I couldn’t move due to the overwhelming feelings of both pain and euphoria. I can’t stand another moment of this trying to convince myself that this wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had. Everything goes black…..🖤

I wake up the next morning and I’m still on the same spot, faced down on the living floor. My red dress is at my ankles. Flash backs of last night dance in my mind and I look touch my pussy and I feel a thick long rope of cum dripping out of it. A few feet away is the bloody wine bottle. I’m kinda happy I lost consciousness and just let him have his way with me. I hope he comes back. I couldn’t believe I actually got raped. And fuck, it loved every second of it.😍😍👅👅

Still the Same | KTH

Kim Taehyung Smut One Shot 🔞

☆Pairing: taehyung x reader

☆Word Count: 3.6k

☆Genre: smut, ex lovers au, sub!taehyung, dom!reader, bdsm

☆Contains: bdsm material, hints of toxic relationship, happy ending, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, pain kink, use of razor blade, blood sweat & tears pun fully intended

☆:Summary: When you left your bdsm partner/boyfriend Taehyung last year, it left him shattered. Running into him at a party, he seems to be a completely different person. He seems to have ditched his past lifestyle. However, you know exactly how to bring him back to his old ways.

A/N: no author’s note today, just sub tae having a pain kink>>>

Content below is for mature audiences only. Please be advised. Contents may be triggering to some.

It's pathetic. You never go to parties and the absurdity of this one reminds you of how badly you hate them. You hate how the dim red lights give you a migraine, how there's not a single sober person, and how you're alone.

Or maybe you hate this party so badly because it reminds you of him. It reminds you of the countless nights you've spent under dim red lights, lovingly torturing him.

You had to leave him, though. It was for the sake of you both. Your lifestyle wasn't healthy, and you couldn't continue to destroy him. Leaving him was the only option as he was too blind-sighted by your "love" to understand how toxic it really was. He was fully under your control, and leaving him was the only way to snap him out of that.

Waving a cloud of smoke away from your face, you stride towards the back door.

You're at a spontaneous party in an eerie part of Daegu that's being held on the top floor of a poor-condition apartment complex. You wanted to be put in danger tonight, to fear your surroundings, and coming to this part of town was the only way to get that adrenaline rush you so badly crave. Ever since you left him, you haven't gotten that specific adrenaline rush you've been searching for. But this party was worth a shot.

Climbing your way up the fire escape, you grasp onto the edge of the rooftop and use all your upper body strength to lift yourself up and onto its surface. You'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping to slip.

The view of the town from here was something straight out of a horror film. Dark purple streetlights mixed with the dark red glow coming from each building's windows. You can only imagine what sort of crimes were happening around you this very second.

The air up here is heavier, causing you to rub your forearms with your hands to soothe your chills.

Although, your effort was pointless as you come to realize you are not alone on this rooftop.

A silhouette of a man's back profile is darkly displayed several feet away from you, presumably eyeing the view.

Your first thought was that this stranger is probably waiting for his prey. You knew you were going to get hurt shortly because no man from these parts would just be casually waiting on a rooftop. Your heartbeat inclines, and you bask in the adrenaline rush while you can.

But when the man turns his head slightly into the dim purple lighting, a dissolving fog of cigarette smoke reveals the face of the man you once broke.

Your heart stills in your chest.

"Taehyung?"

His intentional ignorance to your voice confirms that it's him, so you walk closer.

Stopping a few feet behind him, his back is facing you, and his cigarette smoke continues to surround the both of you.

"You smoke now?" Your tone was curious with a hint of judgment. It's so unlike him to smoke, let alone be at this party. It's also very unlike him to show anger or annoyance towards you.

"Ever since you left me."

His tone was casual but his words made your heartbreak.

"It's been a year baby... Don't tell me you're still angry with me."

As you giggle through your last sentence, teasingly nudging at his back, he throws his cigarette to the ground and aggressively moves your hand off of him before striding back over to the fire escape stairs.

You exaggeratedly gasp in amusement, a sadistic giggle leaving your lips as you're faced with this completely different version of him.

"That's very unlike you, Tae. What happened to my soft and innocent baby? You used to be so good for me."

You were well aware you were making his skin crawl, but a part of you wanted to see him snap.

"I'm not your baby, Y/N. Stop."

Before he could get any closer to the exit, you run and beat him to it. Standing in front of him, your heels nearly hanging off of the rooftop's ledge, he looks at you with a blank face. His eyes tell a million different things, but you pretend not to notice and instead naively bat your eyes up at him, causing his jaw to clench.

"What do you want from me, Y/N? You left me."

His point was more than valid, but seeing him now, defying you, makes you crave that adrenaline rush more than ever.

"And so now you're mad at me?" You mockingly pout.

"I'm not 'mad' at you... I'm done with you."

Raising your eyebrows in exaggerated shock, you smile.

"Ouch, baby."

"Stop calling me baby! I'm not yours. Not anymore."

You're determined to see the Taehyung you once knew again. And you know he's still in there somewhere. This is just an act of his, he still wants to be in your power and you see it so clearly.

Out of words to say, you mischievously grin and take a full step backward.

Instantly he tries to reach out with a horrified shout of your name, but he doesn't grab you in time as you are already white-knuckling the thin bar of the fire escape railing with both hands, body dangling in the air.

"Say it, Taehyung." You warn while looking up at him.

He hops down from the rooftop and onto the frail metal stairs, very cautiously trying not to shake it.

"Y/N, come up! Are you fucking crazy?"

You giggle at his alarmed state, one hand coming off.

"Maybe I am." You speak as he lets out another terrified shriek. "Say it and I'll come up... My hand is starting to feel slippery." You didn't have to tell him what to say because you know he's still in there deep down. You're confident in that. It's just the matter of him saying it—

"I belong to you! I'm yours and I'll always be yours. When you left me I fucking broke, Y/N. I needed you and I still do, so please, come up."

You grin at the way he said please, missing this side of him so badly. Pleased with his response, you bring your loose hand back to the railing and pull yourself up with the help of him.

Standing face to face on the small platform of the fire escape staircase, you can hear his heart beating profusely.

"Was any of that true?" You can't help but ask.

He sighs in exhaustion from the past event, his eyes trailing down to his feet.

"All of it."

His voice is still shaken, and you start to feel a little bad for scaring him like you did. Cupping his cheek, you stroke beneath his eye with your thumb.

"How can I believe that?" Your tone is soft and gentle, your eyes examining his features that you've missed so much.

His eyes flick back up, only this time they're replaced with a certain softness that you're far too familiar with.

"I'll prove it. I want to prove it... Please?"

Your lips part at his whined words, all of the adrenaline hitting you at once. His eyes are darting back and fourth on yours, that certain ‘softness’ being more prominent than ever.

He wants you to dominate him, right here right now.

You stare into his needy eyes for a moment longer, many feelings taking over at once. The biggest being guilt. With the way he’s waiting so badly for you to take him right now, completely setting aside the fact you left him last year, it makes you feel so beyond guilty for abandoning him. He never deserved that. Not wasting another second, you decide to channel your frustration with yourself onto him.

“Follow me, baby.”

Making your way back through the crimson-lit home, intoxicated bodies pool around every open area. Taehyung follows behind you closely.

You have no idea where you’re going, but you’re hoping to find a room.

After wiggling the handles of two locked and occupied doors, you finally get to a free room.

The furniture is on its last leg and the wallpaper is peeling significantly, but the more eerie the ambiance the better the experience. The red gleam peaks through each side crack on the door and the purple streetlights shining through the window is what gives the room some sort of main light.

Ultimately, everything was dim but still bright enough to see his awaiting figure.

Taehyung stood in front of the closed door, patiently watching as you gaze over the room, eventually standing by the window.

“Sit there.” You point at the bottom edge of the bed.

He immediately makes his way to the spot, doe eyes on you as he waits for further instructions.

Your heart isn’t going too wild, in fact it seems as if it’s not going at all. Perhaps the adrenaline of the situation was too good and sent it to a full stop.

But it beats again when observing Taehyung’s body sitting there, waiting for you to guide it.

You slowly remove your large and heavy black jean jacket, followed by your loose lace trimmed mini dress. Taehyung’s eyes don’t leave yours the entire time, you never told him to.

“Look at me, Tae. Look at my body.”

He gives you a small nod before lowering his gaze to your matching black bra and panties, his breathing picking up.

You make your way to him, stopping in front of his knees that are pressed together. You look down at him.

“Eyes up.”

He obliges.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

As he stares up at you, you run a hand through the top of his hair, the other hand delicately holding his chin.

“Yes, it’s purple.”

You smile at the fact he remembered, and you can’t help but to wonder how he survived a full year without this. How did he fulfill his sexual needs and fantasies?

“What did you do when I left?”

He visibly gulps, nerves taking over his expression. You tilt your head at this odd response, your hand that’s on his chin guiding his head up further.

“It’s okay, baby. Tell me what you did.”

He blinks three times before opening his mouth to speak.

“I— I touched myself whenever I felt needy or missed you.”

Your worried expression vanished and a sadistic grin was set on your features instead. You almost thought he moved on, found a new partner. Or maybe he ditched this type of thing completely and stuck to vanilla sex with vanilla people. But no, he stayed being good for you even though you weren’t there.

“Yeah? That was enough for you?”

He frantically nods.

“It was more than enough. Sometimes I would—” he interrupts himself to glance at his growing erection. It seems that whatever he’s trying to explain is turning him on. “Sometimes I wouldn’t let myself cum for a long time, just like how you did to me.”

Your core throbs at his statement, the mere visualization of him playing with himself but restricting his own orgasm with nobody there telling him to— it made a wave crash down in between your thighs.

Guiding his head back up, you stare into his eyes. Once again, his obedience makes you regret leaving him and hurting him how you did. You need to channel this anger.

“Take your shirt off.”

You take your hands off of him as he lifts the material up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. You let your hands trace his frame, remembering every single vein and muscle.

His soft, milky skin has healed completely. No more of your past welts or harsh red streaks. It’s a blank canvas that you have to repaint.

“Y/N?” His voice is deep but incredibly delicate.

“Hm?” You hum as you continue to feel his soft skin while you can.

“I want you to mark me.”

Your eyes find his, hands stilling.

“And how would you like it?”

You both know he doesn’t have a say in how rough he’s going to get it, but it still doesn’t hurt to ask.

He continues to keep your eye contact as he reaches into his front pocket, pulling out a small razor blade.

“I always bring this with me when I come to this part of town, but here,” he hands you the blade, “use it on me, please.”

You scan the blade with your eyes before taking it from his fingers, your breathing steady yet heavy.

You’ve never gone this far with him, the only time you’ve made him bleed was by scratching him and even that was unintentional. You remember feeling bad when you noticed you made him bleed, but he got off on the pain. He was in love with the pain and you were in love with the adrenaline.

Marking him this way will benefit you both.

“Lay down.”

He reclines flat onto his back, his feet still on the floor, and you straddle his lower stomach on the bed.

Arching your back, your chest meets his and your lips latch onto the soft spot on his neck. He whimpers faintly as you nick the patch of skin with your teeth, the back of his head digging back against the mattress.

“Please kiss me.”

The eagerness in his voice was too pure to turn down, so you do as requested.

Meeting his lips for the first time in a year, you still feel it all. You’re reminded of how fragile and delicate he is— how easy and fun it is to sexually destroy him. As he whimpers at the feeling of your tongue lapping his, you’re reminded of how needy he is for this kind of thing.

“Baby,” you detach yourself from his lips, eyes on his. “I need you to start touching yourself. Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

He closes his parted lips to gulp, slightly nodding his head ‘yes’ before reaching beneath your bodies and fiddling his zipper open.

You take note of the restricted space you have from being at the edge of the bed, so you grab his wrist for a moment to stop him.

“Scoot up to the pillow.”

You get off of his lap as he shuffles to where you said, his left leg traveling up, and you sit on your knees beside his stomach.

“Go on.” You instruct him.

He continues to open up his pants, his large hand slowly creeping into the waistband of his boxers. He rubs himself for a short second before taking himself out completely, and you’re once again soaking in nostalgia.

His erect length is laying straight against his lower stomach, and he turns his head slightly to the side to watch you as he begins to wrap his slender fingers around himself.

His chest occasionally rises and crashes jaggedly, his breathing becoming uneven as his hand begins to move.

Biting your lip, you lean down to place a kiss to his collarbone. He whimpers once again at the feeling of your lips. Giving him two last assuring pecks to the area that is soon to be a scar, you take the blade between your index and thumb and bring it to his mid stomach.

He gasps at the cold feel of the metal, his eyes dilating significantly upon realization.

You teasingly trace the blade all the way up to his chest, applying almost no pressure. But once you reach the area below his collarbone, you press the blade harder against his skin, quickly dragging down about two inches.

His moans become louder.

You find yourself enjoying the damage you’ve done, his blood slowly seeping through the cut and balling against the thin, swelling line.

Resting the blade on his chest, you begin to shuffle your panties off, remaining on your knees beside him as you also remove your bra. He whines at the sight, his hand going faster. Grabbing the blade again in one hand, you touch yourself with the other.

“Don’t you dare cum, Taehyung. Not yet.”

You see his breathing start to scatter like it does when he’s near, so you remove your hand from in between your thighs and grab his wrist to halt his movement on himself.

“Y/N.”

It seems as though you stopped him just in time as his brows crease and his lip turns blue beneath his bite, his dark, tear filled eyes staring deep into yours as he denies himself an orgasm.

“It feels… so good Y/N.”

He stays frozen in deep concentration and painful euphoria for a moment longer before bringing a hand up to wipe his glossed under-eye. You of course stop him though.

“Let them fall, baby. Wanna see you cry.”

He nods, bringing his hand back down to his side as his tears finally spill over, racing down his cheek. Whenever you deny his climax, it sends him deeper into subspace.

You take the opportunity to drag the thin sharp steel to a different spot on his chest, this time deeply cutting a horizontal line from one side of his chest to the other. The blood spills quicker compared to the last cut given how much deeper it is.

His eyes flick to the sight, his cock twitching in reaction.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

He stares into your eyes as he puts genuine thought into his answer. You’re shocked to see him shake his head no.

“No. I don’t. I must’ve done something to make you leave, so I deserve to be punished more.”

You don’t know whether to fuck him senseless at that statement or feel beyond sorry for him. He didn’t do a thing, and yet he still believes he should be punished for it.

Discarding the blade to the opposite end of the bed, you forcefully grab his jaw, harshly gripping his cheeks together with your forefingers and thumb.

“Don’t ever say that. Ever.” He whimpers at your harsh hold, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as your other hand grips his neck.

“Y-yes, Y/N” He responds through a muffle.

Letting go of his jaw, you throw one leg over his waist and begin to slowly rub yourself against his still painfully erect length.

“Y/N..” He begs in a whiney moan. “Please.”

You tighten your grip on his throat until his face ignites in a very pale pink, your free hand lining him up to your sopping core. Taking in only an inch of him causes you to moan, your hand releasing some pressure off his neck but still tight.

Sinking all the way down, he cries in pleasure and you gasp before crashing your chest down against his.

“Fuck Tae… It still feels so good.”

You’ve always had trouble taking all of him into your tight hole, but each time you fall in love with the feeling of him inside of you. Moving your hips up, you crash right back down causing him to slam into your desired spot. You both moan.

“Y/N, Please keep fucking me hard. It feels so good when you fuck my dick like tha—”

He cuts himself off with another moan as you bounce on his lap with more force each thrust. It won’t be long until you lose yourself on him.

“D-do I have permission to cum?”

You lift your forehead out of the nape of his neck to stare directly into his eyes, pecking at his lips a couple of times.

“Not yet, baby. You have to wait for me. Okay?”

He whines but nonetheless nods, his hands sneaking onto your hips to hold onto you as you continue your pace on him. Instantly, you release your grip on his throat and each of his wrists, pinning them above his head.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

His doe eyes lock on yours as he frantically shakes his head no.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll be good and listen, I promise. Please let me cum, I’ll be good.”

Another wave crashes over you as you watch him beg you for permission to cum with his hands restrained, his thick cock hitting your g-spot over and over. A knot forms in your lower stomach, and you fuck yourself harder on him.

“Are you ready baby? Cum with me okay?”

His eyes light up at your words, moaning as he nods yes.

“1, 2, 3.”

You suck in air through your teeth as the wave finally swallows you, your high spilling onto his length that’s still buried in you. You feel the warm aftermath of his orgasm combine with yours, his breathing heavy as his tears fall once again.

“Thank you, Y/N.” His soft, sex-dazed voice speaks against your chin before placing a kiss to it.

You slowly raise your hips, his slippery length falling to his stomach once again. You give him a deep kiss on his lips before laying on your back beside him, head turned to face his.

He stares at you with admiration and love, and you can feel all the feelings you once felt for him drown the both of you at this moment. You’re never leaving him again.

“It’s just like how it used to be.” He speaks up.

You snuggle into him further.

“That’s because you’re still the same. We’re still the same.”

He leans in for another kiss before detaching to speak.

“Let’s pretend nothing bad happened between us and pick up where we left off?”

“We already did,” you smile before crashing your lips against his once again.

Everything was still the same, and you’ve never felt more happier.

~~~

Imagine You Can Get More Pregnant

You were quite different from most women. Most women got pregnant and remained pregnant until it was time to give birth. Having sex during their pregnancy didn’t change that one bit.

But not you. It was a condition you hadn’t even known you had, or was even medically possible. But it was your reality. Even though you were already pregnant, every time you had sex, the cum entering your body managed to produce another child in your womb.

It had frightened you deeply the first time it happened. You and your husband had been trying to start a family for a while, and you had finally managed to get pregnant. You had terrible morning sickness for weeks and when your health began to at last improve, the two of you slept together again. Your husband didn’t bother to use a condom. After all, why bother, when you were already pregnant?

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My Life as the Perfect Wife

I was raised on a farm, learning from my mother and grandmother how to cook, bake, garden, clean, sew, sing, dance, play the piano, write in beautiful cursive, decorate a home, care for a man, raise children, dress in a modest but always stylish and attractive way, with delicately feminine lingerie always underneath my dress, grow my hair long, down to my waist, and wear it swept up in a bun or in a thick, heavy braid, never leave the house without heels and lipstick and a handbag, and keep my figure fit and sensuously supple (as full breasts, slim waists, wide, child-bearing hips, and big round butts run in the family).

I met my husband, my master, my life, my love, when I was nineteen years old. I left school to marry him, after a heady year of courtship, and became his virgin bride. He bought us a lovely little farmhouse in the PNW, and ever since he carried me across the threshold, I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else. I keep the house immaculate for him, and wait by the door with his favorite drink on a little tray for when he comes home. I’m always wearing a beautiful dress, my hair beautifully styled, with a little bit of makeup (as he loves my full lips to be a lusciously dark shade of red). In the air, there’s the smell of a delicious dinner done and ready to serve in the dining room, but only after he’s had a chance to rest a little bit in his favorite chair, enjoying his drink and, often enough, enjoying me.

Of course, I got pregnant almost immediately after our idyllic wedding. And I’ve so loved every moment of my pregnancies, the way my fertile body blossoms into true womanhood, my breasts growing fuller, my hips wider, my butt bigger and rounder. Other than being a very fertile wife to my ever virile husband, there’s been nothing more fulfilling to me than being a mother. For the first decade of our marriage I was almost always pregnant, although I never let it keep me from my wifely duties around the house and to my husband. The children, five in all, three rambunctious boys and two sweet girls, were raised with great love and care, but always my responsibility and never, save for doling out the occasional punishment, something that burdened, distracted, or dazed my husband.

He wakes each morning, often by my lips around his hot, hard manhood, to find I’d already been up and set out his clothes, cleaned and pressed, and prepared a deliciously nutritious breakfast. Sometimes, if we’re alone in the kitchen, he approaches me from behind, as I wash the dishes, grasping my hips, pushing himself lustfully against my shapely bottom, his mere touch enough to make my body quiver in pleasure, and then he takes me right there, so hard and intensely passionate, my skirt pulled up over my hips, my body bent over the sink, my breasts heaving with each thrust, my hair slipping from its well-kept bun and falling about my face and shoulders. Afterward I walk stiff and slightly dazed upstairs to change my panties, his always copious seed leaking out of me and running along the smooth skin of my inner thigh.

Each night I wait for him in our bedroom, my body wrapped in daring lingerie or one of my many gorgeous nighties, nightgowns, peignoirs, chemises, negligees, teddies, basques, or babydolls. Oh, that wicked glint in his eyes, when he enters our bedroom, his usually proper, elegant, and generally modest wife now looking so brazenly sexual, so wantonly aroused, so ready to be claimed and taken however he so chooses, as is his right.

I simply love his every touch, his scent, his strength, and that ineluctable feeling of his manhood so deep inside me, throbbing, pulsing, ready to seed my ripe, fertile womb. Even as we grow older, there’s not a day that doesn’t end without such bliss.

He is my husband, my man, my everything. And I am his perfect wife.