Touch Me Bbh

touch me • bbh

warnings: smut, light dom/sub (dom!bbhsub!reader), daddykink, anal, degradation etc

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It’s warm in here. It’s warm enough for him to have taken off his jacket, thrown it over the table and yet you’re still shivering. Shaking as if you’re freezing, but that’s not why. You’re shaking because he’s in front of you, right there, and even though you can’t look at him yet you can feel him there, feel his gaze on you. It lights you up, electrifies you and it’s unbearable. You need him to come closer, to say something, do something for you — to you, which is why the words slip out even without your permission.

“Touch me,” you beg.

He raises an eyebrow. “Touch you where?” He sneers.

“My…” you groan and throw your head back with a whine, more desperate by the second. “My pussy.”

He shakes his head, like the notion amuses him. “I’ll kick your fucking pussy,” he laughs. “What’s a used up hole gonna do for me?”

His face is downright smug and you want to fucking backhand it. You don’t, though, because as usual your hands are cuffed behind your back, and he’s way stronger than you anyway. So you just glare, trying to look pissed, angry even but it doesn’t seem to work because the bastard looks at your face and cooes. Like you’re just a kid in a huff.

“What a cutie,” he says fondly. “Did that make you sad? You’re mad at daddy now?”

“I’m not used up,” you snarl before you know what you’re saying and his smug smile falls off his face, eyes darkening as he stalks towards you. You shrink away from him but he grabs you by the throat, dragging your face towards his.

“Oh yeah?” He breathes. “You’re not?”

“No,” you whine. “I’m not, daddy.”

“So you’re telling me,” he says slowly. “I could reach down there and you wouldn’t be dripping onto my carpets? I wouldn’t find a loose, desperate hole like I always do?”

You huff, defeated and he laughs, releasing his grip on you before slapping you once, twice across the face. “I thought so,” he mutters. “Let’s not disagree with me again, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod dumbly, only half aware of what you’re agreeing to but that’s sort of the point, you guess. The first time he’d touched you he’d stressed the need for unquestioned obedience, and the first time he let you touch him was a reward for your compliance. This is what you love, anyway, being good for him. Even if you like to bite back from time to time.

“Do you think I should fuck you?” He asks. He’s sat in the armchair now, staring down at your kneeling form with a bored expression. “Do you?”

“I want you to,” you whisper. “But it’s your choice.”

He grins. “You’re right, puppy. I think I’m gonna fuck your ass today. ‘Til your pussy tightens up again, yeah?”

You whine softly, biting down on your lip. He beckons you with a long finger and you try to crawl towards him, forgetting your hands are cuffed until you fall to the floor. He laughs loudly, shaking his head at the pathetic sight in front of him as you lift yourself up and shuffle awkwardly towards him. He picks you up almost tenderly, settling you in his lap. His eyes catch something behind you and he snickers, turning you around to see it.

“Look at that,” he laughs and you want to curl up and die right there because in front of you, clear as day is a patch of his beige carpet entirely soaked with your wetness. Your face heats up at the sight and you whimper, turning yourself back around to bury your head in his chest.

“Awe, pet,” he says. “It’s okay. You can’t help it, can you?”

You shake your head and he runs a comforting hand down your bare back. “Yeah, it’s alright, daddy knows,” he smiles. “Let’s get some dick in you, yeah?”

You perk up, nodding enthusiastically, your embarrassment quickly forgotten and he laughs. “Yeah, daddy knows what you need.”

He stands up, still holding you in his arms as he walks over to the bed and drops you onto it. You lay pliant as he positions you so that you’re bent over the end of the bed, legs spread so both your holes are on display to him. He makes a noise of satisfaction and shoves his fingers into your mouth. You choke, surprised at the intrusion and his other hand slaps your ass hard.

“Make them wet,” he orders. “Unless you want it raw.”

You definitely do not want it raw, so you suck eagerly on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. When he’s satisfied he pulls them out and the hand that slapped you presses down on your lower back, holding you down while the other presses a finger slowly into your asshole.

You groan, squirming and thrashing against his hold but you both know you’re not trying to get up — if anything, you’re trying to get closer to him, to get his finger deeper inside you. Another slap to your ass stills you and he pushes another in, faster this time, and then another. It burns but you’re used to the feeling, you’ve come to like it, and soon you’re begging him to replace the finger with his cock.

He does, pushing himself in without warning and you scream, biting down on the sheets just to have something to do. He starts to thrust right away, impatient, and his hands hold your waist in a tight grip, using you as leverage to go deeper, faster, harder.

“Little bitch,” he spits and snakes a hand into your hair, pulling it harshly until you’re staring up at him. You whimper in pain and he laughs, hand impacting against your ass again with a grunt.

“What?” He asks. “You can’t take it?”

You cry out, but you’re so far gone by now you’re not even sure if you said yes or no. He spanks you again and again, fucking you faster and faster until you’re coming over the bed with a wail, legs jerking with your release.

You collapse onto the sheets, exhausted, but he keeps going, gripping your waist firmly while he chases his own orgasm. He comes with a grunt, whispering something you can’t comprehend before he collapses on top of you.

His hands are gentle on your skin now, stroking your flushed face as he lifts you carefully from the bed and holds you close to his heaving chest. The sound of his heavy breathing soothes you as you come down from your high. The next thing you’re fully aware of is a hot flannel on your skin, cleaning the cum off your body. You smile at him and he smiles back. “Go to sleep,” he whispers. You do.

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a/n: nothing to say for this one. Just PLS reblog, comment etc. Comments motivate me to write more. Love xx

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close • pcy

“Let me worship you.”

His voice is adoring, face awed as he stares down at you, waiting for your response. His hands are on your waist, touch gentle. He’s not holding you down, but you know he could, he does, he likes to. Not tonight, though. You are always fragile under his touch, and he loves to watch you shatter, but tonight you will not be broken.

As soon as you nod, his lips crash against your neck, licking and sucking desperately at the tender skin. You feel the bruises forming, but they’re tender and loving and careful, like an artist’s signature, and as he marks you he places soft kisses on each one. You can’t quite decipher his whispered praises but you know what they are. You're so good. So perfect. And you’re all his.

A hand moves between your thighs, gently forcing your legs apart as his face moves down your stomach until he’s eye level with your heat. He presses a kiss to your clit and you whimper desperately.

“Please,” you gasp. “Please.”

He grins and strokes your thighs while he attaches himself to your folds. He eases his tongue inside you and you whine, instinctively closing your legs but his broad shoulders hold you open to him, at his mercy, where you belong.

He pulls away, flipping you over without a word and landing a strong hit against your ass. You gasp into the pillow and he hears you, lifts you by your chin, pulling your head back until your eyes are staring into his.

“Don’t hold it back,” he murmurs. “I just want to have you. Let me have you.”

He doesn’t wait for your reply, just presses a kiss to your swollen lips and releases you. Your head flops back down, dazed, and he chuckles fondly. He loves how you come undone. And he loves that it’s only for him.

His mouth comes back to your pussy, tongue swirling around your clit while his hands rest on the backs of your thighs, anchoring himself and you. You try to stay still, just focus on the feeling, but you let yourself be loud. You let yourself cry and moan and whimper and beg, because that’s what he wants. Because it’s what you need.

“Flip me back over,” you plead. “I want to see your face.”

“Okay,” he whispers and flips you gently, hands running up and down your thighs. “Gonna fuck you now,” he says and you whimper, lifting hips closer to him.

He enters you slowly, not fast and rough like he sometimes does, and his eyes never wander from yours. He swallows your cries with his mouth attached to yours, stroking your cheeks as he slowly starts to move.

His pace is leisurely, like the thrusts are almost absent-minded while he focuses on you. You push yourself up again and he takes the hand, reaching under you to pull you up into him, grip firm but gentle on your ass and hips. You press your face into his neck, trying to mark it as he did yours. His pace gets a bit faster but they’re controlled, timed, focused, and with each one he pulls you up to him so he can go deeper, can take you further.

He whispers ‘I love you’ as he comes, over and over like a prayer, and he’s still kissing you as he pulls out. You don’t bother cleaning up tonight. You just stay close. You stay together. You stay adored.

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A/n ; one of the cheesiest things I’ve written and possibly the sloppiest too because I’m not used to the slow and gentle stuff but I’m working on it as you can see. Let me know if you want more fics like this, and pls comment, reblog whatever, and send requests !! Whatever you want to read, let me make it for you. Love xx

Hi! Could you write a mafia Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. Angst things but happy end please.

Posted !!!!!

Hello void

First fic posted. Kinda nervous💪

vulnerability. – masterlist

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +18 for mentions of s*x and violence (future chapters)

Genre: angst, smut

Current word count: 13 267

Next update: September 2k21

Tags: BDSM, polygamy, mentions of s*x, criminal activity. Warnings will be specified under the chapters.

Abbreviations: [F/n] – First name; [L/n] – Last name

Prologue

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.