CW: Humiliation, queendoms and conquering, foot whump, lady whump, nonsexual nudity (re: humiliation), forced begging, stress positions, evil women in love
Empress Simone was a proud woman–though only fools would dare to call her arrogant within blade’s range–and she enjoyed the finer things in life. Fine wines, pressed from cherries and apples and only occasionally grapes. Fine clothes, with high necks, long sleeves, mid-thigh skirts over intricately detailed trousers, sturdy boots of thick leather. Fine views, overlooking verdant fields and beautiful sunrises.
And, of course, only the finest entertainment.
“Queen Misaki!” she greeted jovially, lifting the gold-rimmed magenta chalice, apple wine sloshing in the colored glass. “You look radiant this morning, come come, let me look at you.”
Empress Simone’s guards–well, two of them, anyway, the empress went nowhere without a full entourage–pushed the conquered queen forward, little force necessary to send her stumbling, thanks to the empress’s specifications.
Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, degradation/humiliation, exhibitionism/semi-public sex, cum play, cheating/infidelity, age gap, mild allusion to violence at the end
A/N: Thanks for the request anon, I apologize for it taking as long as it has! I strayed a little from the request, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Perfectly manicured fingernails rake over toned muscles, the fading sun casting an orange glow to the sun-kissed skin. Soft blonde hair soaks with sweat. Tender lips nip at every inch of your skin they can find, moving non stop as filthy words flow from his mouth.
You shouldn’t be doing this. Putting Atsumu’s life at risk.
Sure, you’d spent the entire summer shamelessly flirting with the younger boy- man, he’d declare with a scowl if he could read your mind. You never imagined that all of your not-so-subtle actions would lead you here, pinned against the side of your pool house with his thick length dragging so deliciously along the walls of your soaked cunt.
“Such a fucking naughty girl. Ya get off on this shit don’t ya? Knowing yer husband is right out there, that he could walk in at any minute and catch ya here, stuffed full of my cock and crying like a fuckin’ virgin.”
Your head falls back against the wall, your pussy clenching down around him. He’s right after all- you do love this. The thrill of getting caught, sure, who doesn’t love a risky tryst every now and then. But what really does it for you is how absolutely huge he feels splitting you open. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Cock drunk on the satisfaction that comes from finally being filled, stretched to your limits. “Fuck, Daddy,” you pant, nails digging in more harshly against his skin. A hiss flies through his clenched teeth, but he doesn’t falter, pounding into you relentlessly.
“Or maybe ya get off knowin’ yer precious baby boy is out there. Ya can hear him, can’t ya? Laughin’ with his friends just on the other side o’ the pool. What would he think if he saw ya like this? If he realized his sweet little mommy was nothin’ more than another cockhungry, trophy whore? Maybe we should show him, hmmm? Show him what yer really like.”
It’s absurd the way you clench ever harder around him, so close to the brink of euphoria you can taste it. You should be appalled at the thought of your husband catching you, knowing that he’d make Atsumu disappear before the sun could finish setting. You should be mortified at the idea of your son seeing you split open like this, a puddle on the pool house floor from just how wet you are for his friend. But you only feel that needy desire coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. “P-please, Daddy,” you whine against his cheek, lips seeking his.
“How. the. Fuck. are. Ya. still. So. goddamn. Tight.” Atsumu barks out through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a long, deep thrust as he batters your cervix. “Yer husband must be slackin’ for you to be like this. So wet. So tight. So fucking desperate.”
You can feel the pulse of his cock deep, the slap of his heavy balls against your ass as he moves even quicker within you. He’s close. The thought of him spilling within you, of walking around for the remainder of the party with his seed dripping from your abused cunt is what does it- pushing you over the edge into that glorious bliss you knew that he could bring you.
Atsumu is quick to follow suit, stilling as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin as he lets out the prettiest high pitched moan. It’s music to your ears, a sound you wish you’d spent the entire summer hearing on repeat.
He sets you gently to your feet, helping you pull up your discarded swim bottoms. His calloused palms slide against the smooth skin of your inner thigh, higher and higher until his finger tips are gliding through your folds, collecting the cum dripping out of you. He pushes it back inside, pressing an entirely too sweet kiss to your lips. His mischievous grin catches you off guard, eyes narrowing as you watch him press his cum covered fingers to your lips, spreading the sticky mixture across them. “Be a good little whore for yer Daddy and go give your husband a nice, wet kiss, yeah?”
He pulls up his swim shorts, walking away with an exaggerated wink thrown back over his shoulder. You peek out of the pool house window, careful to stay hidden from view. A goofy grin stretches across his swollen lips as he flops down onto the lounge chair beside his twin brother, leaning over to whisper something into the grey haired boy’s ear. Osamu’s eyes scrunch in disbelief, his lips turning at the edges in a barely noticeable frown. You busy yourself with looking presentable as you walk out the back of the pool house, taking the long way around to rejoin your husband and his friends.
Gods, does Atsumu feel good. His dick is still coated in your slick, his balls significantly lighter after that hearty release. Best of all is the pure satisfaction of being able to prove his twin wrong. Osamu said he’d never get you to hook up with him, that you were too good for that. Oh how wonderful it feels to be right, especially when Oamu is wrong.
Leaning over the short gap between his lounge chair and the seat ‘Samu occupies, he whispers those lovely words, laughing at his brother’s disbelief. Across from his twin, their best friend Suna’s eyes narrow.
“What are you two whispering about?”
Atsumu accepts the money that Osamu disgruntedly offers him, shrugging with a shit eating grin splitting across his cheeks.
“This idiot fucked yer mom.”
From the other side of the table, Aran groans, pushing to his feet and glaring at them. “Whatever shit you two are about to get into, count me out. Bunch of children, that’s what you are.” Atsumu can only laugh as his oldest friend (aside from Osamu of course) walks away.
Suna pushes to his feet suddenly, towering over Atsumu. He should’ve known that stupid ‘Samu wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Oh well, the punch will be worth it.
(Please DNI If Lady Whump/NonCon may trigger you!)
Tw: Humiliation, Public Humiliation,Strong NonCon, Adult Toy Mentioned, Forced Pleasure, Lady Whump (Female Whumper/Male Whumper), Forced Proximity, Pinning, Fondling, Creepy Whumper.
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Kasey shivered, suddenly letting out a small gasp, gripping the hems of her sleeves tightly, chewing softly at her bottom lip, narrowing her eyes softly, glaring at the taller man beside her.
“God, I fucking despise you."She hissed under her breath while glancing around at the crowded streets around them.
Neil glanced down at her lightly while shrugging at her remark, glancing down at his phone while idly opening an app on it.
He stepped closer while moving his arm around her waist, holding her close though feeling her flinch faintly as she narrowed her eyes lightly.
A noticeable shade of pink now spread across her cheeks, though she was trying not to show it.
"I don’t exactly think you’re in the position to be making such comments. wouldn’t you agree? Besides, what have I told you about swearing Lil’ One.”
He tilted his head to the side lightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he suddenly turned the virtual dial from “3” to “5” while watching her in the corner of his eye.
“I–” Kasey’s eyes widened slightly as she was suddenly interrupted.
She felt a stronger vibration emitting from between her legs from the small vibrator inserted inside her, causing her to tighten her lips together, trying to prevent any accidental noises from escaping her throat as her knees softly buckled.
She couldn’t help but lean more against Niel hesitantly while shaking her head quickly, the pink on her cheeks deepening to a darker red while letting out a quiet shaken breath.
She looked around lightly, feeling a deeper sting of embarrassment as she could see some people watching her, on occasion giving her a faint ‘look’.
“Something wrong, Lil’ One? you seen much more needy today than normal.”
Neil smirked while holding her a bit tighter, feeling her body trembling softly against him.
He leaned down lightly closer to her ear, enough that she could feel his breath caressing her neck with each word.
“Given your track record, I should have guessed you were this easy to please."
He let a low chuckle out before straightening his posture.
"I-I am.. not."
She quietly protested while her gaze shifted to the side, feeling the knot deeper in her stomach tighten.
Her hand quickly moved over his, which rested just above her hip as he switched the mode on the small vibrator from his phone, from a steady 'hum’ to a more pulsating sensation.
She let out a sudden gasp, more taken off guard by the sudden change of pace per se, quickly turning her head towards Neil, trying to shield her face as a strong wave of pleasure hit her, though she was unable to control it while she bit her lip lightly, whimpering softly.
Neil snickered at her reactions while leading her to the side down a more narrow, quieter road as he moved his hand from her hip, taking her wrist in each of his hands, pinning them beside her head against the building wall behind her, hearing her sharply gasp while staring at him with big eyes.
"I have to admit, Lil’ One you are quite adorable when you look so vulnerable.” He sneered while tightening his grip around her wrist, pushing his knee between her legs forcefully while lightly grinding against her sweet spot, making her whimper and squirm against him.
He moved her arms above her head while gripping her wrist tightly in one hand while using his free hand to lightly trace his fingers down the curves of her body, feeling her tremble in his grip as he gently pressed his body to hers, slipping his hand under her shirt while slowly raising up her abdomen, smirking widely while cupping her breast, kneading it between his fingers.
“Stop pretending you aren’t having fun, Kas.. I thought you enjoyed more risque types of fun..”
Kasey tightly kept her lips closed, as well as her eyes, which burned with hot white tears that she refused to let drop.
She felt humiliated and violated to feel his disgusting hands on her body so casually in public for anyone to see.
Kasey wanted to scream. She wanted to run as fast as she could to the nearest body of water to scrub away the vile feelings sinking into her.
But she knew screaming would only make her situation worse, or that no one would bother to help anyway, knowing she was only a worthless 'pet’.
She could only stand there, eyes tightly shut, as she tried her hardest to simply put herself anywhere but the situation she was currently in.
summary: You claim to barely remember the fatal boating accident from this summer, unaware that deep within your subconscious you know someone in your friend group has blood on their hands. On the night the devil comes to collect for some unimaginable reason you can’t recall, the only thing standing between you and a fiery, one way ticket downstairs is your story telling.
pairing:ex!Jaeminxfem!readerxstranger!Haechan
(featuring: brother Jeno & dreamies briefly)
genre: porn with plot, lots of angst, lil fluff
trope:mystery, whodunit, supernatural, not a love triangle
teaser wc: +700 | est full wc: +9-10k
a/n:for@neo-cult-ure’s sinners collab! my designated sin: lust … but uhhh i got carried away & kinda changed it a lil so now it’s not solely jaemin?? realllyyy sorry about that & for being late!
so i’m +6k into this & i gotta say.. this is my most filthy fic. like just imagine 119 playing in the background
total warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male receiving), voyeurism, degradation, manhandling, exhibitionism, lil humiliation, masturbation, restraints, lil choking, spanking, me pushing the Haechan big d!ck agenda, character death, blood, dom!Jaemin, hard dom!Haechan, sub!reader
Jaemin’s undeniably beautiful face was dangerously close to yours. Sirens went off in your head. You envisioned emergency lights strobing inside the cramped cabin. The warning signs rang loud and clear, and you couldn’t locate any glowing, red escape exits.
But who even said you wanted to escape? You didn’tneed, nor did you want, saving. And thatwas the problem.
