Reaction Junkie and I haven’t fucked in far too long (more than a month), for various reasons. We’ve been meaning to fix that for the last few days, but just haven’t gotten to it.
Well, a little while ago, I said I didn’t understand something, and then made fun of myself. He played along and called me stupid. My cunt clenched and I gasped a little. Reaction Junkie got a look in his eyes and told me, “Get on the floor.” I immediately complied, kneeling at his feet.
“Head down, “he commanded, and leaned forward, putting my head on the floor. He straddled me, pressing me into the ground. He continued to insult my intelligence, saying, “You’re so stupid. You’re an idiot. Retard. Fucktard. Republican. Christian.” I moaned and trembled under him, making him chuckle and say, “You’re getting turned on by me calling you all these synonyms for stupid.”
He stood up and flipped me over onto my back. I looked up at him, afraid and uncertain what would happen next. He climbed on top of me, leaning in for a kiss. Then he continued degrading me as I whimpered and gasped, telling me he would rent me out, tell me how stupid I am, calling me out for being turned on by it all.
I felt him get hard, which just made me hotter and more desperate, which was obvious to him. I moaned and started to grind against him, hoping that he would want to fuck. He said something about having other guys fuck me, and I said, “I want you to fuck me.” “I know,” he replied and, to my relief and excitement, he continued, “go get a condom.”
I tried to head to the bedroom, but he had me pinned. I couldn’t move. I struggled, making him grin, “Why haven’t you gotten a condom yet? If you don’t get a condom in the next five seconds, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”
The threat made me redouble my efforts, but or course I couldn’t get free. He counted down, “Five…four…three…two…one.” when he got to “one,” I braced myself for impact. He looked around, grabbed one of my squeaky toys off a nearby shelf, and shoved it into my mouth. I bit down as he grabbed my tits and started squeezing. I groaned as it started to hurt, and then he slapped me several times in the face.
He asked me why I wasn’t squeaking, and then turned the toy around in my mouth. I squeaked it a few more times, and he smiled and hit me in the face again. Then he told me to go get a condom, and let me up. I ran to the bedroom and came out. He told me to put it on him, which I did as fast as possible.
Reaction Junkie ordered me to take my pants off, and as I complied, pushed me back into the bedroom and down onto the bed. I spread my legs wide and he got between them, commenting on my action and telling me what a desperate slut I was. He wasn’t wrong. I whimpered and begged him to fuck me.
Then, finally, at long last, he pushed his cock into me. “Oh god,” I moaned, appreciating the feeling I’d missed got so long. He fucked me, telling me about renting me out, talking about things he done to me in the past, calling me names, and turning me on more and more. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed up into his thrusts.
I don’t normally get off during piv sex. In fact, I don’t normally even get on the road to orgasm, but this time I could actually feel myself getting close. I focused on the sensations, savoring them. I felt a change in the way Reaction Junkie was fucking me, and I could tell he was about to cum, which only turned me in even more and made me moan.
He came, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I love you.” I smiled and told him I loved him, too. He pulled out, and I whimpered. “Oh, do you want me to touch you until you cum?” he teased. I nodded vigorously and he started rubbing my clit. I whined and told him, “I want you to fuck me with your fingers.” He happily did so, pushing them into me and making me moan. I started rubbing my clit, and then grabbed a vibrator.
I thought about him fucking me, about him having people fuck me while I was in stocks, and came hard, tensing and moaning. When I came down from my orgasm, we got up to go about our day, and the godfamn fucking fantastic sex left me grinning and skipping. I needed that.
Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.
Warning - Cheating(Aftermath);
Word Count - 6.3k
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A/N - Additional Warning - The topics in the following update hit closer to home for some of us than I care to admit. Should the concept of future disbandment be a trigger, I suggest treading carefully.
First of all, it is so frustrating when you know your password and yet, for don’t mysterious reason, you can’t log in where you want to.. I could relate to yn, because that’s me at least once a week. That was me today actually, I hope I can remember that password tomorrow
Anyway, I’m here not to scream but to be soft af.. And also have some fun at the expense of some of these people..
1. Namjoon is not going to like it when he finds out Huru has the access codes to yn’s building and he doesn’t… I’m looking forward to that for ✨️reasons ✨️
2. This man was testing the fates when he decided to play with fire..
Ji-ho, bub, don’t play with fire..
I like how you explained the difference between trust and blind trust for Namjoon.
It makes sense, given how these guys he considers family are the only ones who have experienced what he has. He loves them, he loves yn. He trusts them to be around her because he knows where they stand with her. As for other people, they’ll never get the same privilege because he can’t tell if they’ll ever turn on him. Even when they been as loyal as Ji-ho.
3. THE GOWTH! THE DEVELOPMENT!
It was probably a mixture of it all, but hey, props to them for not running away from the awkward situation. They’re getting there.
4. GIRL… GIIRLLL!
I’d love to see how she named her accounts. Nambulling would be me, 100% no shame.. The Namrack chronicles or something like that. I’m obsessed.
5. Baby bun is not a baby anymore.
Can we please talk about this man for a minute? He’s been growing up under our noses and we’ve just realized what a sensible man he’s become. How wise he’s gotten. How unafraid of the opinions outs the people who matter to him. I’m proud.
6. This whole convo.
Namjoon being yn’s anchor. Jer safe space (finally going back to being this for her)
I’d be upset as well, but they are right. If they can’t fight back, what’s the point? They all want to be free enough to be who they are and to be with who they want to be. And if it’s taken away, why can’t they fight it? They deserve to be happy, to feel happy about their lives. It’s ok to want more.
Yoongi couldn’t have said it better.
This was long overdue bub, my life has been crazy lately but I couldn’t go on without at least reading one chapter of your incredible work. I’ll be back for more!
