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HunterxHunter

this story right here 😩😩

i kinda wanna write a fanfiction about felix but i don’t have any ideas so if anyone wants to leave any, be my guest

Consequences

Part 2 of Caught - Steve Harrington Smut, Hopper! Reader

Summary: Your father, the Chief of Police, caught you and your secret boyfriend out in the middle the night screwing in his BMW. By pure dumb luck, he doesn’t bother to check the identity of the mystery girl huddled in Steve Harrington’s lap with her face concealed. You get away- just barely, but will you be able to keep your relationship secret for much longer?

A/N: Thanks for all the love for Part 1. Hope you all enjoy the follow up. Please reblog and comment, it really helps me out!

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, descriptions of lewd photographs, mentions of reckless driving(please don’t)P in V sex, unprotected sex(please don’t), cream pie.

Characters are 18-19(referred to as teens below)

Not proofread

Wordcount:3K

A week and a half had gone by since your close call with your father. You’d found it hard to look at him the first couple of days back home and of course, he’d noticed but never would have guessed the real reason why. To him, it was so beyond the realm of possibilities. Jim Hopper’s daughter, out after curfew? With a boy? And not just any boy. ‘King Steve’? Sure, he seems to have shed his asshole demeanor since graduating high school but that didn’t mean Hopper wanted him anywhere near his daughter.

You’d managed to assure your father that it was nothing more than a little ‘girl stuff’ on your mind, knowing he’d be too out of his depth to try and broach the subject further. He let it slide after that because in his mind, he had no reason to suspect you of anything.

Meanwhile, you’ve grown irksome with each passing day. You and Steve had decided to lay low since the incident and hold off on meeting for a while. No Steve and consequently, no sex. Your dad’s little interruption was a bitter reminder that you didn’t even get to finish that night even though you had been so very close. A sloppy blowjob on the drive back to your place was all you’d had time for and as eager as you were to have Steve cum down your throat, you wish there had been enough time for him to take care of you too. Since you’d last seen him, the both of you had to settle for nightly phone calls to keep in contact. There was far less risk in calling Steve’s house when his parents were barely ever there so you’d spend most of the day counting down the hours until it was time to start dialing. And every call always ended the same way. With you working your clit under your panties as you mewled about how much you missed having his head between your legs and him fisting his cock while he moaned about how much he missed being inside you.

As much as you both needed it, it was nowhere near enough.

You’re just coming down from your last orgasm, panting into the receiver cradled loosely between your ear and shoulder when Steve’s voice filters through, “Can I see you tomorrow?”

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Your morning was spent prancing around your bedroom trying to pick out the cutest set of underwear to go with the new dress you’d bought. You eventually settled on the lace set you’d been saving, the pale pink bra that cupped your tits just right, making them sit nice and high on your chest and the matching lace panties which revealed just enough of your ass while still leaving a little to the imagination. All dressed up in your new flowy, slightly low cut dress, you make your way to the police cruiser where the Chief’s already sat there waiting so he can drop you off his way to the station.

“You’re going to the volunteer center dressed like that?”, Hopper asks, tone tinged with stern fatherly concern.

You’d been so eager to meet Steve today that you completely forgot to stick to the routine you’d gotten accustomed to since the sneaking around first began. You’d always left the house in your usual, unassuming clothes, waved goodbye to your dad as he drove away before hurrying into the nearest public restroom to change into something more suitable to meet Steve. Something that showed off a little more leg, maybe a little cleavage too. And most of all, something he could slip under really easily.

“Thought I’d try something new today”, you reply, flashing him one of your sweetest smiles without missing a beat.

Hopper makes a face of disapproval, but concedes. You weren’t dressed indecently. Maybe a little suggestively by your own admission, but you knew you could sway him. You were the town ‘good girl’ who never asked for anything and always followed the rules. As far as he knew. You’d more than earned Hopper’s trust. How could he argue with you now? Most of all, everyone in town knew your father and he liked knowing that fact alone was enough to discourage any boy from getting too ‘friendly’ with you. Almost any boy anyway.

He grunts out an ‘okay’ and turns the key in the ignition, starting the engine and driving away from the cabin.

You’re still a few minutes away from arriving at the center when the radio sounds off. You recognize the code- a domestic disturbance and not too far from where you’re currently at. Hopper sighs, before turning to look at you apologetically.

“Sweetie, do you mind If I pulled over right here? The center’s just a couple of blocks away”

You nod understandingly as you reply with a smile, “Sure dad, I can meet Steve inside”

Fuck

“Steve?”

You turn to look back at the road as the cruiser skids to a holt, the blood draining from you face momentarily.

Debra. Debra. You’d meant to say your best friend’s name but a Freudian slip of all things gets the best of you. You were usually so much better at this. Are the hormones making you stupid?

“Mmhmm”, you hum affirmatively, lips pursing as you try to appear as nonchalant as possible despite the sweat dewing at your temple.

“Steve Harrington? Why would you need to meet him?”

Hopper’s tone is bordering on tense now so you know you have to think quick.

You turn back to look at him, mustering the most reassuring smile your nerves would allow. “Steve’s new at the volunteer center, dad. Loretta, our coordinator, just wants me to show him the ropes, that’s all”.

Your father’s furrowed brow softens when he suddenly scoffs as if you’ve just said something laughable, “Harrington’s been in a real giving mood lately, hasn’t he?”

Your whole body’s on alert as goosebumps wash over your skin and your shoulders tighten. “um, what do you mean?” you inquire softly.

Hopper shakes his head as he lets out a half-suppressed laugh, “ran into him a while back parked out near the main road. Let’s just say he wasn’t alone and by the sound of it, he seems like a pretty generous guy”

You feel like you’re about to combust on the spot and Hopper mistakes the uncomfortable expression on your face as a reaction to the implication he’d just made.

He clears his throat, suddenly remembering that he’s talking to his daughter and not one of the guys down at the station.

“Just uh, keep an eye out for him ok, honey?”

“Sure, daddy”, you reply with a tight smile.

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You wait for the cruiser to drive out of sight before you hurry past the entrance to the volunteer center and into the parking lot. You perk up when you find Steve’s car parked exactly where he said it would be and just like that, the awkwardness of this morning is cast out of your mind.

You jump into the passenger seat when he leans over to open the door for you and you swing your arms around Steve’s neck, pulling him in for a hungry kiss.

“Your place- drive”

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The entire ride there you do your best to rile him up like an utter menace, spreading your legs apart in your seat before inching you dress up over your thighs enough for him to glimpse your panties, pulling at the front of your dress so that your cleavage and the lacy trim of your bra peek out.

“Are you trying to make me crash?” he laughs, eyes darting back and forth between the road and every new inch of skin you reveal to him.

He’s trying to appear calm but you can still make out the need behind his eyes.

“Missed you so bad, Steve” you pout, reaching for the hand he had resting loosely on the stick shift. His jaw clenches as you guide his it under your dress and between your legs, letting his fingers press against the damp spot growing in your underwear. “Eyes on the road, baby” you tut at him, fighting back a giggle as he presses down on the accelerator.

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You’re breathless by the time you make it up to Steve’s bedroom. You would have been up there sooner if it weren’t for him pressing you up against every wall there was, kissing and groping you through your dress all the way up. Not that you minded.

You step back from him and ease the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the garment pool at your feet softly.

“Fuck- baby, is that new?”

You hum affirmatively as his hands reach out to grip at your waist, appraising the pretty lace hugging your body. His eyes eventually rake over the fading remnants of the marks he left on your body the week before. Hickeys and welts are peppered along your thighs, abdomen, breasts and ass, each one a reminder of the many times you spent together in secret.

He’s back on you in seconds, pressing you into his mattress while his lips latch on to every nearly gone mark he’s left, sucking the colour back into them.

You didn’t mind the ones on your breasts when he pulls at the front of your bra or the ones on your stomach or even the ones at the very edge of your bikini line but the moment he starts inching up towards your neck, you’re pressing your palms flat against his chest.

“Not there- don’t leave any marks, ok? Not any that can be seen”, you plead softly.

Steve pulls away from your flushed skin, kneeling over you as he runs a hand through his tussled hair.

“Sorry, babe. Got a little carried away. Fuck- these past few days have been impossible”, he groans.

“I know but we have to be careful- I kind of messed up this morning too so we can’t get too carried away”

“What to you mean, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you later but maybe it would be best if we weren’t seen together for a little while longer- just to be safe”

You both frown at each other.

“If I’m going to have to spend more time away from you, I’m going to need something to help me…cope”, he replies suggestively.

You quirk an eyebrow and offer him a quizzical look, “like what?”

He reaches into his bedside table drawer, blindly rummaging until a big smile breaks out on his face.

“Okay, it’s just a thought- and I won’t do it if you don’t want me to but…”

He produces a polaroid camera in his hand and you know instantly where he’s going with this.

You can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips or the excitement buzzing in your veins. “Steven, do you know what would happen to you if those pictures got out?”, you tease.

“Don’t remind me. And I promise- no one will ever see them. I’d kill to keep these safe”.

“Good”, you reply, satisfied with his answer.

“So, how do you want me?”

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14 polaroids lay at the foot of Steve’s bed. Every inch of your marked up naked body captured from every which angle.  There’s one of you kneeling at the foot of Steve’s bed, doe eyes peering up at the camera as you sucked dutifully on his fingers.

“Stevie, please, can I have your cock now? I waited more than a week”, you’d whined when he withdrew his fingers from your mouth, saliva stringing from his digits to your bottom lip.

“Mm…not yet, angel. You need to show me that you deserve it first”, he husked, slick fingers reaching down to cup your cunt over your panties.

There’s another one of you laying against Steve’s sheets, bra long abandoned, hair spread out prettily around you and Steve’s broad palm cupping your right breast.

“Poor baby, getting impatient, aren’t you?”, he teased, pinching your nipple meanly and relishing the cute little yelp you let out in response.

Another of you angled from below as you rode Steve, head thrown back and tits pushed out as you balanced yourself with your arms behind you, grasping Steve’s thighs.

“Steve- oh god- you’re so deep!”, you bounced desperately on his cock, driving his ruddy tip against your sweet spot with every buck of your hips.

Somewhere in the mix is one of you on your back looking completely fucked out, legs held up in the air with your ankles crossed in one of Steve’s hands as he used the other to angle the camera well enough to get a shot of his thick cock stuffed inside your weeping pussy.

“You going to cum again, sweetheart? I can feel you tightening up again- fuck, milking my cock like a good little slut”

You’re panting against the now damp sheets as the camera flashes between your trembling legs and the 15th picture pops out. “Think this one’s my favorite, babe”, he grins watching the picture develop. Of course, it was.  The most graphic one of all- your pussy all puffy and ruined and leaking his cum.

“Now, let’s get you all cleaned up”.

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Steve kisses you longingly before finally letting you step out of his car, legs still shaky. He offers to walk you inside but you politely refuse, reminding him that your dad will be home in an hour and you don’t want to risk getting carried away again. You promise to call and make your way back to the cabin,  smiling to yourself when you hear the BMW take off only once you’ve made it to the door.

You enter your home and make your way to the kitchen with a blissful expression on your face. In those few moments, everything was right in the world. You come crashing down from cloud nine however when you find your father waiting at the kitchen table. An empty mug of coffee (probably the Irish kind) and an ashtray brimming with cigarette butts on either side of him, he meets your stunned expression with one so cold and severe.

“Uh, hi dad, you’re back early”, you attempt weakly.

“Where have you been? And don’t say the center”

Despite throwing the question at you, he doesn’t give you any time to respond, immediately launching into the next sentence.

“You left this in the car when I dropped you off today”, he gets up from the kitchen table, pulling out one of your notebooks which you realize had probably slipped out of your bag this morning.

“I drove back to give it to you. Asked around at the center and they said you don’t work there. You’ve never worked there. So just where the hell have you been going for the past two months?”

“I just- I go out- to meet friends that’s all”, you stammer.

“Would any of these friends happen to be Steve Harrington? I checked, he’s never worked there either”

You don’t answer this time. All you can do is clutch weakly at the sides of your dress.

With an exasperated sigh, Hopper begins; “Honey, he’s not a good guy, I told you, last week I caught him out with some other girl in his car! He’s just trying to get close to you before he realizes it’s no use and then he’ll move on to the next g- “

He’s gesturing firmly with the notebook still in hand, punctuating every other word with an irritated swing of his arm but it all gets so much worse when he inadvertently manages to loosen a certain item from within the notebook, an item you’d hidden in the interior pocket in a hurry one day and completely forgotten about until now.

You cringe when the foil packet lands on your kitchen floor right in front of Hopper’s boots and your stomach drops as you both stare wordlessly as the Trojan label stamped on the front for a few excruciating seconds. You feel like you’ve got a lump the size of a watermelon stuck in your throat. You would have remembered to hide the condom better if you and Steve still used them but there it sat in your notebook, forgotten since you switched to the pill last month.

You dare yourself to look at your father’s face and you instantly regret it. He’s seething. You’ve seen him get like this before but you’ve never been on the receiving end until now.

Everything clicks in Hopper’s mind then. The lies about working at the center, your awkward demeanor the days following the night he’d caught Steve and the ‘mystery girl’, the way you froze when he mentioned it in the car this morning, the way you had dressed today, the goddamned condom. Hopper had been foolish to think you’d spent two whole months letting Steve take you out on innocent lunch dates or to the movies. You weren’t a kid anymore after all.

You back out of the kitchen very slowly when he turns around and closes a fist around the mug he’d been drinking out of, knowing what the next five minutes were going to entail. You press your back to the wall outside of the kitchen and wince when you hear the ceramic mug shatter against one of the overhead cupboards. Moments pass and you flinch when you hear a plate follow. Next goes one of the chairs when he kicks it over. Then the bang of one of the kitchen drawers being pulled out and the jangle of cutlery falling to the floor. He needs this. And it’s a mess you’re more than willing to clean up later because you know the alternative would mean having to visit Steve in the hospital. You had been fairly confident that your father would never swing at a teenager. But you weren’t so sure anymore considering this one fucked his daughter practically in front of him.

You hear the chair he didn’t kick over creak when he slumps down into it followed by the sound of his lighter sparking. The tirade might be over but the next round of chain smoking starts now. A litany of curses and very elaborate threats on Steve’s life are heatedly mumbled under Hopper’s breath as he puffs away at the cigarette grit between his teeth.

You take that as your cue to tiptoe to your room, dialing Steve’s number quickly and wait for him to pick up.

“Steve? It’s me. I have some bad news”

Part 3 is in the works – it will be the final part because as much fun as this completely unintentional series has been to write, I need to put a bow on this thing before it consumes my life. I promise there will be a full sex scene in the next one – no interruptions and no brief mentions. Full on raunchy, naughty fucking. But please be patient with me. I write as often as I can but life tends to get in the way sometimes.

mommy’s slut

sub!oikawa dom!(f)reader

warnings: mommy kink, choking, omorashi, dacriphilia, spanking, overstimulation, implied oral(f receiving), degradation, dumbification if you squint, slight praise

oikawa knew he was fucked. literally. he had been teasing you all day. constantly slapping your ass while you guys were out for lunch with his team, grinding on you, kissing your neck, trying to get a rise out of you.

but this. this was your breaking point. you were sitting with the rest of his team, not really listening to their conversation but out of nowhere you hear oikawa say

“i’m obviously the dom in the relationship...”

hearing these words made your head perk up from your phone, you glare at oikawa a silent way of telling him to watch it. he looks back at you for a split second before going right back to the conversation.

“oikawa, watch it”

you gave him another warning but he still wanted to act out and make you seems like a sub.

“y/n i don’t know what you mean, i’m obviously the dom here little cutie”

the rest of his team was laughing at you which only added fuel to the fire that was burning inside of you. without thinking you walked up to oikawa and grabbed his throat barely applying pressure.

“ahh- y/n w-what are you doing?” he gasped

“tell them.” you replied

“tell them what?”

“tell them how much of a little slut you are for me oikawa.” you ordered.

oikawa struggled to release your grip from his throat but that only made you tighten it more.

“ah o-okay fine...i’m your slut y/n” he finally admitted.

you released this throat and he panted, gasping for air. everyone was now looking at you while you gathered your things getting ready to leave iwaizumis house.

they all had their mouths wide open, eyes popped out not expecting to see such a side of you.

“oikawa get your things and get ready to leave.” you told him, he instantly followed your orders.

“bye boys, we will see you next time.”

they all responded with a variation of ‘goodbye.’ although before you could leave the house iwaizumi stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“y/n, please don’t hurt him too bad, we still have practice tomorrow.” he asks.

“i’ll see what i can do iwa.” you responded nonchalantly.

getting to your car, you turn it on and begin to leave iwaizumis house. the ride back was filled with an uncomfortable silence and every now and then you could see oikawa shift in his seat. stopping at a red light you decide that you want to play with your toy for a little bit.

“when we get home you’re going to go upstairs strip and wait patiently until i get there with you. got it?” you ask

“yes” he responds, barely a whisper

“yes who oikawa?”

“y-yes mommy.”

“good boy.”

once the light turns green you begin driving again, looking over at him every now and then only to see him shifting around him his seat.

you finally arrived at your house, you and oikawa were just sitting in silence when you finally decided to break it.

“go do as i told before your punishment is worse.”

hearing this oikawa got out of the car and rushed into the house looking down the whole time.

after about ten minutes you decide that it’s been long enough, so you get out the car and head towards the door. opening it you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water when you get an idea. smirking to yourself you refill yours and grabbing another glass of water before walking to your shared bedroom. opening the door you see oikawa sitting on the bed naked and hard, waiting patiently for instruction.

you hand him one of the glasses to which he looks up at you in confusion.

“what am i supposed to do with this mommy?”

“drink it honey.” you reply as if it’s the most obvious thing ever

“but i’m not thirsty mommy...”

“i don’t remember asking all of that my love.”

oikawa looks at you for a little longer before finally decided to follow your orders of drinking the water. he drink about half before handing it back to you, which you deny. you shake your head at him and signal for him to finish the cup. of course he doesn’t know why, but you grabbed one of the largest cups that you had in the kitchen. you were absolutely determined to break him beyond return tonight.

once he finishes the first glass of water you hand him the other, which he didn’t like.

“mommy i’m too full, do i have to drink more?”

he was getting whiny which you knew meant that it wouldn’t take long for him to fully submit to you. without a second thought you bring the cup to his mouth and made him drink, only a little bit spilling past his lips.

once the glass was empty you decided it was time to put your plan into action. you sit down next to oikawa on the bed and instruct him to lay over your lap.

“you get fifteen spanks for embarrassing and teasing me all day. do you remember your safe word baby?”

“yes mommy, i remember.”

“what is it baby?”

“p-panda.”

“good boy. now you’re going to take your spanks like a good slut and maybe i’ll give a reward.” you told him. you knew that he would be expecting the first hit so you waited a couple minutes before spanking him.

you landed hit after hit on him, with him counting after each one. once you got to fifteen oikawa was sobbing and gripping the bed sheets like his life depended on it.

“are you okay baby? do you need to use your safeword?” you asked because he looked utterly wrecked.

he frantically shook his head no before trying to speak up before realizing that he couldn’t. he put his head back down in embarrassment before trying to speak again with no luck.

you pull him up by his hair making him look at you in the eyes and the sight you saw was enough to have you dripping. his cheeks were stained with tears, his hair was dripping with sweat that would eventually drop onto his face, his tongue was hanging out his mouth causing drool to fall down his chin.

“my pretty baby…looking so wrecked for mommy.” oikawa whined at your words and tried to squirm out of your grip which you didn’t allow.

“you’re embarrassing me mama.” oikawa wouldn’t stop wriggling i’m your grasp until you flipped him over on the bed and held his legs open. you decided that now would be a good time to execute your plan. you place one of your hands on this abdomen above his bladder before applying pressure.

you knew that as soon as you applied the pressure to his stomach oikawa was reminded of the fact that he did in fact have to pee which caused him to fold in on himself and moan loudly. a fter a few seconds went by he unraveled his body and layed back flat on the bed. you moved your hand back down to his throbbing cock and gave him a few slow strokes which had his thighs shaking.

after letting go of his cock you led your hand back up to his bladder area. before pressing down and massaging the area. oikawa was soon letting out loud moans and whimpers at the overwhelming feeling.

“m-mama please…”he was squirming trying to get away from your hands, not wanting to make a mess everywhere.

“please what baby? what does my little whore want from his mommy?” you honestly didn’t know how you were holding yourself together because oikawa was so hot when he begged.

“w-wan’ c-cum first mama. please let me cum mama please.” oikawa was practically sobbing once again, probably harder than before.

“okay slut how do you want mommy to make you cum?” you decided that he’s been through enough teasing and you should finally fulfill his wishes.

“want your hands, m-mouth, anything please just make me cum mommy!” you could tell that he was starting to get bratty again so you decided to take initiative.

you grab oikawa s cock and start stroking him at a fast pace that has him gasping for air. you knew after all this teasing he wouldn’t last long at all, so you leaned your head down to his cock, licking the tip before taking him halfway.

the moans oikawa let out we’re going straight to your core making you want to just forget all about this and fuck your baby until all the both of you saw were stars, but then you remember that you’re supposed to be proving a point so you get back to doing what you were doing, making your baby feel good.

“m-mommy gon’ cum! please let me cum mommy. i’m so close…please!” you pulled off of him but continued to stroke him at a fast pace once again before leaning to his ear and whispering.

“go ahead baby, go ahead and cum for mommy.” and almost as if on command oikawa was cumming all over himself and your hand. he was letting out the most pornographic moans that sounded almost like screams but turned you on nonetheless. his moans consisted of nothing less than screams and chants of ‘mommy’ or ‘feels so good’

you stroked oikawa all the way through his orgasm until he was practically shaking in overstimulation, letting more tears fall at how good all of it felt.

once oikawa came down from his high he noticed that your hand returned back to his stomach over his abdomen when he remembered that he had to pee really badly. and if there’s one thing you know, it’s that you can’t piss and cum at the same time so once one of those things is out the way the other would come rushing to you faster than you’d think.

oikawa was once again whining and squirming in your grip again trying to get your hand off him.

“baby if you want me to stop at all just say so. but if not let me know now because i’m not gonna hold back” you wanted to make sure that he knew that he wasn’t being forced into anything and if he wanted to stop you would be completely okay with that.

oikawa nodded at your words and you let him off the hook with a non verbal answer since he is still kind of dazed from him previous orgasm.

you begin to stroke his cock again while simultaneously pressing on his bladder area knowing that you’ll get the outcome that you are looking for.

you knew it shouldn’t take long because you know oikawa was already close to pissing himself earlier. as you were stimulating these two places on his body he began to shake some more while trying to close his legs together to keep from peeing everywhere.

you forced his legs open again while applying more pressure to the areas before looking up at oikawas face. he was crying again and biting his lip to try to keep his moans and whimpers low.

“m-mama..”

“yes baby? what is it?” you faked innocence.

“gotta pee mama.” you were cooing at him at this point because he was just so cute, your cute little whore.

“go ahead baby, make another mess for mama.” with that oikawa was doing as told, making a mess of the sheets, himself, and you. moaning the whole time because he finally got the release he was wanting.

once he was finished you quickly got up to go get a towel and some clean clothes to put him in. you got oikawa up and led him to the bathroom to run him a bath.

setting him into the water you let him wash up and relax his muscles for a bit while you go change the sheets, putting the dirty ones in the washing machine.

heading back in the bathroom after hearing oikawa call out for you, you see your baby drying himself off which makes you remember that you never actually got to cum.

thinking nothing of it and just planning to get off with a vibrator once oikawa fell asleep you help him into his clothes before going back into your shared room with him.

getting under the new covers oikawa cuddles up to your body and you press a kiss to his forehead before pressing one to his lips.

you and oikawa indulge in light conversation, mostly oikawa apologizing for acting like a brat earlier and you forgiving him when he realizes that you’ve been rubbing your thighs together about the whole conversation.

he then remembers that you didn’t get to cum during your scene with him. feeling bad he lifts the covers off of your bodies before going between your legs and pulling down your pants and panties.

“what are you doing baby?” you had to ask because you were genuinely confused. had he picked up on how needy you were acting?

“mommy didn’t get to cum, wan’ make mommy cum. please mommy?” he gives you puppy eyes which he knows you can’t resist.

nodding while speaking you say, “go ahead baby, make mommy feel good.” and that was all the confirmation that oikawa needed before going down on your still dripping folds, eating you out in the best way he knew how.

this took way longer than i anticipated because i simply lost motivation everytime i started writing again but here it is! my sub oikawa fanfiction :)

this shit so good and i finally refound it after MONTHS of searching!! im so happy !!!

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× switch!reader x dom!johnny x sub!taeyong  × features: a threesome, cuckolding, male bisexuality, elements of degradation, oral (on everyone), fingering, pegging, filthy versatile sex, Mommy and Daddy kink, little-space!Taeyong, and tw for an incest kink. Johnny reveals a different side of himself later on~ × notes: I came here to give ya’ll crack-cocaine in the form of smut. it’s utterly depraved and i don’t apologize. it had a premise but halfway in i decided to go in a different direction and let it be whatever felt right at the time. have fun, tho! reactions and feedback are appreciated! feel free to horny spam the replies. this is also a bit of a marathon, so pace yourself and stay hydrated. × words: 3.3k ××××××××××

You loved Taeyong, but showing him cruelty felt sweet.

You loved how the whites around his big brown eyes reddened with frustrated tears when his petite body writhed helpless against the vibrator under his balls in the chair you usually tied him to when you felt mean. You degraded him to an effeminate and delicate fuck toy when he bent over in white fishnet clad legs to offer you the soft backs of his thighs obediently to strike hot and fast with a belt.

The pain you invoked and the trust he so lovingly and willingly gave were magical. They spoke of a lovers’ language between you both that was consented, but twisted; cruelty is an aphrodisiac. And there was nothing that made your blood run hotter than testing the boundaries of what your little love pet considered to be awful.

You lived to watch him unravel.

One lazy afternoon, you rang up an old friend you hadn’t seen since college. A fit and towering giant both brawny and graceful with a commanding air, a silky, rich voice, and curved and pretty lips you should’ve never kissed. If there was one man that could bend you, admittedly, it was him.

A mischievous grin spread across your face when he asked what you wanted. He sounded intrigued, to say the least.

“I want you to fuck me in front of my boyfriend.”

“..Oh?”

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GOT7

-Jaebeom

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-Mark

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-Jackson

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-Jinyoung

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-Youngjae

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-BamBam

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-Yugyeom

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NCT/WayV

(a) - angst

(f) - fluff

(s) - smut

-Taeil:

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-Johnny:

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-Taeyong:

Headcanons (f & s)

-Yuta:

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-Kun:

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-Doyoung:

Headcanons (f & s)

-Ten

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-Jaehyun

Headcanons/Appreciation (f)

-Sicheng

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-Jungwoo

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-Lucas

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-Mark

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-Xiaojun

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-Hendery

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-Renjun

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-Jeno

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-Haechan

Headcanons (f & s)

-Jaemin

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-YangYang

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-Shotaro

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-Sungchan

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-Chenle

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-Jisung

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