Kinktober Day 25 Carlisle Cullen

Kinktober Day 25 – Carlisle Cullen

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🩶 Day 25 🩶 Daddy

Warnings: 18+, piv, spanking, begging

Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (1k words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

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With a sigh leaving him, Carlisle stepped into his office, eyes focused on the documents he was reading. He felt her before he saw her, freezing in his step as his eyes found hers, filled with mischief. (Y/n) was sitting in his office chair, staring at her boyfriend with a soft grin tugging on her lips, a grin that grew wider as the sound of Carlisle locking the door rang in her ears.

“What are you doing here?” He smiled at her, walking closer with the documents finding their way to his desk, hands reaching for hers to pull (y/n) to her feet. Their lips met in a soft kiss, allowing him to let go of the tension that had tugged on his shoulders, allowing him to relax in her grasp.

“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Carlisle’s laugh rumbled through him, shuffling her around so that he could plop down on the chair with (y/n) pulled into his lap. He kissed her again, communicating the emotions tying the two together, forming an unbreakable bond. 

“I’m always happy to see you, you know that sweetness.” Her hands toyed with the buttons of his white shirt, batting her eyelashes in an almost teasing motion. Both knew that she was needy for him, aching for the hands she hadn’t felt on her body in days. “Somebody’s needy, huh?” 

“Of course I am, you haven’t been home in days. I miss you.” With a raspy chuckle leaving him, Carlisle’s hands found her waist, pulling her against his twitching cock, already excited about feeling her this close. He had missed her just as much, hating that he hadn’t seen her pretty face in way too long, aching for the one he loved more than words could describe. 

“We don’t have much time, I’ll have to be back in the ER in ten.” A gasp left her as he forced her back to her feet, front pushed down on the table. (Y/n) didn’t dare move, allowing her boyfriend to pull her trousers down her legs with quick moves, trembling in surprise as the cold air hit her folds, already dripping with arousal. 

“Please, Carlisle, touch me.” His hand met her behind without a warning, silently scolding her for addressing him with his name, very well knowing that she knew the rules and yet she had decided to go against them.

“That’s not how you should beg for it, is it?” With his cold fingers brushing through her folds, Carlisle forced her senses to focus on him, feeling him, hearing him, desperate to taste him. A quiet “Sorry, daddy” left (y/n), forcing a satisfied hum out of Carlisle the same second he plunged two fingers into her tightness. (Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes close, teeth drawing blood from her lower lip as she bit down on the soft skin, trying to keep their moans bottled in.

The scent of her blood urged Carlisle on, pulling away to free his cock, pumping himself a few times before he pushed into her from behind. His thrusts were ferocious, quick as if the Devil himself was chasing the ancient being, making bruises form on her hips as they met the edge of the table over and over again. And yet (y/n) couldn’t focus on the pain, could only focus on the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her.

“Feels so good, daddy, you’re so big.” She wanted to see his features, wanted to study the prideful grin he undoubtedly wore on his pale lips. No matter how many centuries he had already spent on this earth, he’d always tremble in pride at her praises, never getting enough of the sweet words she spoke to him.

“My needy girl, how could I go so long without touching you?” No words left her, unable to stop her moan from leaving her as he pulled her even closer with his bruising touch on her hips. (Y/n)’s fingers found her pulsing clit, circling it with quick movements, in sync with his thrusts, set on pushing one another over the edge.

It was sinful what they were doing, very well aware of the people that would hear them as they passed by his office, and yet neither of them cared, only focused on the way her walls clenched around his cock, begging him to push her into the intense sensation she had been aching for. He could tell that she was close, with her breath hitched in her chest, with her walls fluttering and her heart racing, and yet he wouldn’t let her cum just yet, not without begging for it.

“C’mon, baby, you know how to ask for it nicely.” A shaky breath left (y/n), she tried to thumb through her thoughts, tried to pierce words together that would form a proper sentence, a task she clearly struggled with in this very moment. 

“Please, daddy, I’ve been so good, please let me cum.” He gave it a few more thrusts before a rough “Cum for me” left him, pushing (y/n) into the open arms of her orgasm. Carlisle kept on fucking her, staring down on her with his smirk not leaving his lips once. And yet he couldn’t stop himself from giving in moments later, head rolled back, lips parted to let go of a deep groan. 

She was heavily panting, holding onto the edge of the table as he slowly pulled away, making her hiss. Carlisle helped her redress, careful not to hurt her, hands stroking her trembling limbs. 

“I love you, I’ll come home tonight, I promise.” And with one last kiss pressed to her swollen lips, he left her, mind still focused on her as he found his way back into the ER, hoping that the hours would pass by quick enough.

your older boyfriend comes home late at night just to find you in the bed. your cheeks are red and he knows exactly what's going on.

"did you touch yourself?" he asks you, ripping the blanket off your body. he gulps at the lace white nightgown you are wearing.

"nuh uh." you say, giving him an innocent look. he almost falls for it but he knows better.

"open your legs." he orders, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips. he looks so hot like this.

"i don't wanna play. im too tired." you let out a fake yawn, turning onto your tummy. he is done, throwing you on your back again. he forces your legs open, furrowing his eyebrows when he sees your pussy glistening wet. your juices are all around your pussy and there's no doubt you weren't touching yourself.

"i am just happy to see you." you try to play it off but to no avail. he forces two of his thick fingers inside of you and they slide in easily, a sign that something has been inside.

"where it is?" he questions, looking through the bed for your vibrator. you play clueless, knowing that if he opens the drawer, he will see it.

"okay, that's it." he sits on the bed, dragging you over his lap. first smack lands on your ass, making you jump and moan.

"you have no evidence." you whine, but he shushes you by putting his fingers inside of you again. he smacks your ass with one hand while his other makes come here motion inside of you.

"the fact that your pussy can't stop leaking is the only evidence i need."

- toji, geto, erwin, miche, who else?

ᴀ ʙurníng lᴜsᴛ Bully 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This is a smut and there will be a-lot of filthy shit read at your own cost,

degrading, possessive behavior, overstimulation, Public sex (well not really), Rough, Marking, Slapping, Choking.

You were a loner an outcast in school, never got along with anyone. You were constantly bullied by Nate throughout school, He took pleasure in making you cry and get angry. But weird enough if anyone else laid a finger on you or even made your cry he would beat the shit out of them.

But once you developed a drug addiction you were forced into to rehab by your mother. That was all last year and you came back “new and improved” is what your parents called it. People started noticing you and your grew more social.

You were apart of Maddys group, You grew close with the girls and heard all their “stories”. Nate never stopped the bullying just became more secretive about it.

“Hey, Y/n did you know they are throwing a huge party tonight you better fucking be there. You know i cant deal with Nate and his bullshit after we broke up.”

”ill think of it Maddy you know how i am with my mom and all, But i could really use a fucking stress relief” you quietly whisper the last part to your self. “Just come i need you there after all the fucking drama we both need a stress relief”

You sigh and lift your head up from the homework you were doing. “Fine ill be there but first i gotta get to class.” You get up and walk out of the cafeteria glancing over at Nate who had a smirk plastered on his face. Rolling your eyes you flip him off and laugh to your self while walking to gym.

Today we were to run a lap which wasn’t so hard except Nate had to come and run along side you. “Don’t you have somebody else to fucking bug Jacobs “ you sneer looking up to him. “Nope, im all free plus who else is going to bug you.. thats right nobody because your all “big and pretty” now isn’t that right.

You slowly stop and look up at him “shut the fuck up daddy’s boy, or wait did you forget you do what your told. Awe your just like a little puppy” your smirk to your self and start to run again.

You feel someone yank your wrist and drag you behind a wall. “Why don’t you shut that mouth of your huh, wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a bitch you are” he whispers into your ear sending a chill down your spine. You push him away roughly and slap him. “Leave me the fuck alone how many time do i have to tell you. I’m sick of you fucking bugging me and abusing me with your words. Fuck Nate don’t you have anything better to do” you yell looking up at his surprise face till he lets out a chuckle smirking.

“Awe, come on we both know you like this little game we play.” The thing is a small part of you did like it, and even how hard you tried to fight it you were always in this situation. You slowly look down at your feet. “Pathetic, just a little attention whore” he grins and laughs. You feel a tear almost about to fall and look up at him slowly.

He looks back his eyes going darker and he slowly smiles grabbing your chin and lowering himself down to your level. “I love it when you cry” he smirks and walks away slowly. You stand there hopeless but slowly walk to the girls locker room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The Party~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The party was soon and Maddy had forced you to dress in some revealing outfit that brought out your plush of your thighs and a little of your dress. Glitter Makeup that wasn’t to your taste but you liked how it looked. Your thought seemed to wonder to Nate as much as you hated it you wonder how he felt why he did they things he did it made you angry.

But you didn’t know that Nate Jacobs was indeed obsessed with you. Ever since you moved next door he watched you curious why you would move to this pathetic town. You looked beautiful to him but all he wanted to do was see your cry. It was so pretty to him. How your face got red and tears rolled down your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you make you feel pain but also love you and own you make you only his. Maddy was just a mere replacements for his lust.

You walked into to the house the smell of sweat weed and beer filled your nose. You pushed to the crowds with Maddy.

After awhile she disappeared with some guy that were all over eachother. You sat at a bar taking a drink of something strong and sour. Hands touched tour shoulder almost making you jump and you turn around quickly being met with the devil himself. “Hmm, all alone i see” you ignore him and go back to your drink. He slowly comes and sits beside you asking for a drink to lost in your own mind to hear. “Stop ignoring me.” You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. “Im sorry, i was busy minding my own business that i didn’t have time to notice that theres an asshole sitting next to me.” You smirk and feel him touch your thigh and grip it roughly. “I would shut up if i were you” he whispered again causing a rush of lust to overcome you. “ or what Mr Jacobs” just like that he stands you up and drags you out of the crowd and into a random room and locks the door. “Your such a tease y/n, letting me bully you and watch you cry brings me so much pleasure”

“Shut up, fuck you!” You yell but are thrown onto to the bed and pinned down. “Mmm you sure you would like that” he goes down to your ear and bites your neck harshly. You let out a small whimper. “Such a little bitch” A harsh slap is forced onto your face. You love it and hate it at the same time.

“Im the bitch here huh” you slip your hand out of his grip and slap him hard causing him to let out a low groan.

“Any guy here can make me feel better Nate, your just a bad fuck” you laugh and look into his eyes. He flips you over and slams your face into the mattress and raises your ass up and kicks your legs apart. “Shut up you fucking slut, ill show you a “bad fuck”. Ill fucking ruin you fuck you so hard you will always come back” he pulls your dress of roughly and leaves you bare in your underwear.

“Will see about that.” He growls and slaps your ass harshly which makes you yelp and whine out loud. He repeats this 12 more times till he feel satisfied with your crying face. “Awe does it hurt” he smirks. “Just fuck me already Nate, please” your press your ass against his already huge bulge and he groans.

“Fuck, not yet y/n. You don’t get to choose what happens.” He rips off your panties and lowers himself in between while holding your wrist behind your back. He licks a slow stripe along you folds and continues to tease you. “Stop fucking teasing!” Chuckling he inserts to fingers inside of you while licking circles around clit. “Nate! Please” you moan softly and he speeds up causing you to bite the bed.

He continues this for a few minutes before pushing in three fingers stretching you with each push of his fingers. You can feel the build up if your high coming. “Fuck, im gonna cum” suddenly he stops and slaps your face and pulls it closer. “Mm im in charge slut~” he kisses you with passion and huger sending feelings of electricity traveling through your body. Than he slams into you causing you to bite his lip hard and make it bleed. You lay back and look up at him and he looks down at you. “Feels so fucking good” he groans and starts to move faster after you relaxed and scratch up his back making sure it hurts and leave marks while he chokes your neck causing small broken moans to come out while you become teary eyed. “Fuck, just like that come on baby cry for me” he moves down to your ear and speeds up even faster causing the bed to shake and rock against the wall while he moans in your ear.

You tear up and he slaps your face (“gently”) while you moan even louder. “Fuck! Nate right there please” he keeps hitting your spot over and over his tip glazing over it just perfectly. “Ya. Moan my name so the whole party hears what a whore you are!” He flips you onto your belly and slowly slips back in pulling you against his chest by your hair and moves fast. “Feel that in your tummy, thats me mmm nice and deep” he pulls your hand down to your stomach and you feel the bulge.

“Nate! Im gonna cum!!” He kisses down your neck and leaves even more marks than before and your release. A few minutes later he does after four more thrust. Your both a hot mess and breathing loudly and he slowly pulls out and looks down at you. “Your mine got it.. only mine if anyone touches you there dead ok” he puts his forehead against yours and you nod. You feel a harsh slap. “Words”. “Yes i got it”

He pulls his shirt over you and puts on his pants and boxers than stuffs your underwear into his pocket. “We have to hurry i don’t want to run into Maddy “ he picks you up bridle style and you sleep against his chest. When he reaches the stairs Maddy is looking at him than you and your bruised neck and slight red on your face “what did you do?!”

to be continued

sunday (explicit)

genre: straight-up smut baybey, i did it y'all i wrote a pwp again

pairing: seokjin x reader

summary: you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ say it with me: BRAT 👏 TAMER 👏 SEOKJIN 👏 established relationship, reader is uhhh 😬 Extremely bratty lmao, jin takes care of that, BDSM dynamics (mention of safewords and hand signals but neither are used!), reader gets spanked with a belt oop 🤭, fingering/a lil bit of eating it from the back, orgasm denial, big dick jin 😏, praise kink, mouth/throat fucking, a bit of breathplay, begging and apologizing, oh yeah she cries... like.... kind of a lot 🥲 there's a dacryphilia moment in there too (~*~add a little spice~*~), unprotected sex but they're in love it's fine, lots of subspace at the end, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, she comes.... idek how many times, and a smidge of aftercare 🫠 also i promise there's no food play, you'll get why the cake's there at the end ok lmao

A/N: a day late and a dollar short but hey that's my mental health rn 🫡 this was fun!!! always nice to dust off the ol' pwp muscles and frankly i've been itching to write proper BDSM for a bit now. sometimes you just wanna get the shit beat out of you lovingly and that's valid and sexy ya know. anyway feel free to silently skip this one if it's not for you!! and i know i'm gonna get a comment on it so 🙄 i used his korean age on purpose lmao 🙄 yes i can count and yes i know their system is changing~ ANYWAY i sincerely hope you enjoy babes and that you all had a lovely seokjin day 🥺 i loooove y'all !!! 💜

thank you to @haliiimede for beta reading and being my soulmate 🥺

read on AO3!

~*~

The slam of the front door tells you that your plan for today has worked perfectly.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you adjust a final strap on your bralette, then quickly scramble to pull your clothes back on. You attempt to keep your expression innocent as you slip down the hallway to greet your boyfriend.

Before you can even make it, you hear the unmistakable pop of a wine bottle being uncorked, and you enter the kitchen just in time to see Seokjin leaning up against the counter with a glass of white in hand. He doesn’t look particularly pleased to see you.

“Hi baby,” you say, sweet as can be. “Can I have a glass?”

A muscle works in his jaw as he looks you over, and the expression on his face already has a flame licking in the pit of your stomach.

“That's all you have to say?” he finally answers.

You blink up at him, feigning ignorance. Your heartbeat has started to race behind your ribs, sensing imminent danger— the good kind.

“I haven't heard from you all day today,” he tries again.

You shrug. “I was still sleeping when you left this morning, and then, I don't know. I was doing things. Does it matter?” If Seokjin wasn’t already pissed, you know your last question will get him. You turn away to busy yourself with retrieving a wine glass so he can’t see the smile you’re trying to bite back.

The tone of his voice makes you freeze, glass in hand. “I don't recall saying you could have any.”

Your lower lip juts out automatically, and you do your best to steady your breathing without making it apparent. Even your voice comes out a little shaky. “But we always share.”

The silence in the kitchen feels deafening, punctuated by the soft tap of Seokjin setting his glass on the counter. You mirror him, swallowing hard as he steps in to close the distance between you. It never gets any less exciting to have him tower over you, big and broad-shouldered, tall enough that you have to look up through your lashes to meet his gaze. A dull ache starts to pulse between your legs.

“Do you know what today is?”

You lick your lips and try to speak. “Sunday?”

It’s like you barely get the word out before he’s gripping your jaw with one large hand, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Anticipation buzzes through your body, all the way down to your toes, as he forces your chin up.

“Anything else?” His voice sounds like a warning.

Your mouth pulls into a grin beneath his grasp, one you can’t quite manage to keep innocent. “Oh, Seokjin, is it your birthday? I knew I was forgetting something. Oops.”

“Fucking brat.”

All at once Seokjin locks an arm around your hips, and you let out a shrill squeak as your feet leave the floor entirely when he outright slings you over his shoulder. This is, of course, exactly what you’d hoped for, but you struggle a little in his grip nonetheless. All part of the fun.

You’d left the bedroom door cracked on your way out to greet him, and he takes the opportunity to kick it back open. A shiver runs up your spine at the sight, and then you hit the bed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.

You push up onto your hands as you sit up, slightly dizzy.

“That hurt, Seokjin,” you whine, but you both know you don’t mean it. You have agreed-upon methods of telling him when he’s really hurting you in a way that doesn’t feel good: safewords, even hand signals for when you’re rendered non-verbal. Anything said that isn’t one of those is just you running your mouth on purpose, winding him up. Like now. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“And you’ve got a fucking attitude today,” he snaps. “Is this really how you want to do this? On my fucking birthday?”

You blink up at him with the same sweet smile. “What if I told you I got you a present?”

This seems to surprise him a little, and he pauses, like he doesn’t quite buy it. “A present, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You nod as you get to your feet. “Let me unwrap it for you.”

Taking your time with it, you peel off your sweatshirt and leggings to reveal the lingerie you pulled on as he was coming home. It’s a soft pink set with a floral design, thin straps, and romantic lace, and you happen to think it does wonders for your curves.

“What do you think?”

You can see the hungry gleam in Seokjin's eyes even as he scoffs, feigning disinterest. “Oh, this is my present? A disrespectful brat that I have to teach a lesson? I should rip this shit off.”

“Hey, this was expensive!” you snap, and he arches an eyebrow as if to give you a final chance to behave. It just makes you want to push him that much further.

You step closer, allowing a perfect line of sight to your tits that threaten to spill out of their confinements, and you soften your voice when you speak again. “What, you don’t forgive me, Seokjin?”

The corner of his mouth just barely ticks up. “You know the rules. Forgiveness is earned.”

He reaches a hand down to undo the buckle of his belt, and your nipples are suddenly painfully hard against the lace fabric. You can’t remember the last time he used his belt. Fuck, he’s really mad.

“Bend over.”

You huff a sigh as you drape yourself over the edge of the bed, and his hands are already on your ass. He makes a low noise of appreciation as his fingertips dig into your supple skin, pressing firm enough to make you wince. He's not being gentle, and you don’t want him to be.

Your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of being manhandled like this, and you get so lost in it that it takes you a second to realize Seokjin has asked you a question. By then it’s already too late.

He gives a warning slap to your ass as he repeats himself. “I said, how old am I?”

You peek over your shoulder, wiggling your ass against the flat of his palm, only for him to smack you hard over your left cheek. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I don't know,” you lie, blinking up at him. “You’re so old now, it’s hard to remember.”

In one swift move, he yanks his belt out from around his waist, and you swallow hard as you watch him fold it over in his hands.

“Then why don’t you fucking count for me.”

The belt cracks down over your ass, and you flinch at the first real rush of pain. It takes you a second to regain focus, your brain still buzzing from the hit, and then his words come back to you.

“One.”

“So you are capable of listening, huh?”

Another hit, equally as hard on the other side, and you grit your teeth.

“Two.”

“Aw, where’d that smart mouth go? Not so chatty now?” Seokjin cracks the belt again, and you can barely get the word three out before four is being delivered just as harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe. He's really hitting hard tonight.

“Four,” you gasp, and you hear Seokjin exhale a dark laugh above you.

“Better toughen up, sweetheart. We’ve got a long way to go.” Another hit in the same spot, this one enough to really sting.

“Five.”

“You know, since I'm so old.”

The next blow he delivers is so hard, the word comes out as a cry of pain. “Six!”

You flatten your pelvis down against the sheets, as if in an attempt to hide from the beating, but there’s nowhere to go. The extra pressure makes you feel how hard your clit has started to throb from your punishment. You bury your face in the crook of your elbow, your hips jerking reflexively as you moan through seven, eight, nine.

Every muscle in your body seizes taut as you prepare for ten, trying to encourage yourself to breathe through it, though all you can get out right now are shallow gasps for air. I can take this, you tell yourself, I can take this.

But it doesn’t come. You’re pulled so tight you think you might snap, and you manage to lift your head up from your arms to look back at Seokjin.

“There she is,” he says, and the soft tone of his voice in no way influences how hard he brings the belt down over your ass.

“Ten!” you groan, and the sharp bite of pain over your already raw skin nearly brings tears to your eyes. And he’s not even halfway done.

It’s all you can do now to remember what number you’re on, especially as Seokjin continues to allow torturously long pauses between his hits. He'll wait just long enough that your heartbeat starts to slow, teasing the thin length of the belt up the backs of your thighs, sometimes even with a laugh.

But it’s not relief: the waiting keeps every inch of you on edge, all wound up with anticipation of the next dose of pain, so tense you’re not sure you’re breathing.

You’ve hardly choked out fourteen when you flinch at a brush of contact, the warm touch of skin where you were expecting the crack of leather. Letting your forehead drop against the bed, you pant like you’ve just run a marathon as Seokjin's hand moves over your abused flesh, groping and massaging as he did before. You can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours since then, but his touch is grounding, calming, even when his fingers sink into your fresh bruises with enough force to make you whimper.

You can feel the way the seam of your panties sticks to your center now, and you can only imagine that they must be entirely soaked through, your slickness already starting to paint the crux of your thighs. With a soft whine of need, you spread your legs a little wider in search of anything but more pain.

“What do you think?” Seokjin's voice is dark when he speaks, thick with lust. The thought of him straining hard against his pants has you practically drooling on the mattress. You want nothing more than that cock stretching you open right now. “Starting to learn your lesson?”

As much as the rational part of you appreciates the check-in, you can’t ignore the new rush of rebellion that surges up at the question. What, does he think you need him to go easy? Does he think you’re not tough enough, that you can’t take everything he’s willing to give you?

You push up to look over your shoulder at him again, your jaw set firm. “No.”

Anger flashes over his face, but he can’t quite hide his smile. “Then I guess I can stop holding back.”

Shit, he was—? You don’t get the opportunity to finish that thought before the loop of his belt is whizzing through the air, and the impact it makes against your ass hits so hard, you momentarily see stars. “Fuck!”

“That's not a fucking number.”

“Fifteen,” you gasp, dropping limp against the bed like a ragdoll, breathless with relief that you didn’t lose track. “Fifteen.”

“The brat can count,” Seokjin remarks, and then he delivers sixteen just as hard and your whole body spasms from the pain as you choke out the number. “If only you knew how old I was, you might have some idea of how much longer I have to beat your ass.”

Your eyes are really starting to well up now, but you force yourself to keep breathing, to focus on his words. It might be coded to fit the scene, but it’s a clear reminder nonetheless: you’re more than halfway. You can do this.

By twenty, the tears have started to spill down your face, but Seokjin knows you well enough to know the scene doesn’t stop unless you call a safeword. He trusts you to know your own limits, and you do. But fuck, he can really test them sometimes. You’re dying for him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but keep fucking beating you. It’s taking everything in you to keep going, your feet kicking helplessly each time he brings the belt down over your tender backside. He hasn’t lightened the weight of his hits up even in the slightest. If anything, they’re only getting worse.

“Twenty-one,” you breathe. You only have ten hits left, and you’ve already gotten through ten hits twice now. You can do this.

“Twenty-two.” You tell yourself not to fight it.

“Twenty-three.” Just give into the pain.

“Twenty-four.” Submit.

Your shoulders heave with sobs as the twenty-fifth strike finally, finally breaks your last resolve. You press your face into the mattress; you’re crying so hard you can scarcely breathe. Even though your body keeps flinching with the reflexive animal reaction to try and get away from the pain, your mind has fully accepted your punishment, all the fight gone out of you.

It’s like someone else is counting for you now, so much so that you don’t even realize what number Seokjin is on until the words leave your mouth.

“Thirty-one.”

You hear the jingle and thud of the belt hitting the floor, and then his gentle hands are encouraging your legs to spread apart. The brush of his fingers over your aching core is sweet, overwhelming relief from the pain still coursing through your system. You’d think it’d be enough to make you cry, if you weren’t already.

“Good girl,” he says softly, and that small praise alone has you floating straight up to the ceiling.

His hands move quickly to pull your panties down and off, and you work to get your breathing back under control, letting your sobs dissolve into sniffling gulps. You whimper when his palms slip under your hips, encouraging you up onto your knees. Your body shivers all over as you try to hold yourself up, to be good, and then you feel Seokjin slip two fingers into your drenched center.

“Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to rub diligently at the ridges of your front wall, his free hand gripping your ass to spread you open. His touch in both places at once, pressing down on fresh swollen bruises and curling up into the sweetest part of you, it’s so good. It reminds you why you willingly give yourself over to this man, the one you love so much, the only one who can make you feel like this. You’re so turned on from the mix of pleasure and pain, you might be close to blacking out.

The bed creaks as he shifts a little, and then he replaces his fingers with his mouth, and you keen. You bury your sounds in the crook of your elbow as his tongue plunges into you, and he snakes a hand between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. Your mind is reeling; you can barely manage to speak.

“S-Seokjin,” you gasp. “You’re g-gonna, ngh, gonna make me—”

He pulls off just enough to mutter, “You better fucking ask first.”

You swear he ups the intensity on purpose when his mouth returns to your pussy, as if to drag you that much closer to the edge. His thumb is working so perfectly at your clit, you can feel your thighs starting to shake as you writhe back against him. “Can I— can I please come, Seokjin? Pleaseplease, please?”

“No.”

His voice is firm, unbothered, and paired with the painful loss of his touch all at once. A strangled sob of frustration escapes you as you collapse against the bed, exhausted from holding yourself up and from your denied release.

“Not yet,” Seokjin continues. “Not until you’ve learned to be a little more obedient.”

His strong hand closes over your bicep, and he easily flips you over onto your back, causing you to hiss at the graze of your sore flesh against the sheets. Your lower lip trembles, your eyes threatening tears as you stare up at him, but you stay quiet.

“Be a good girl,” Seokjin says, dragging one finger up the column of your throat. You willingly tip your head back for him as a shiver rolls through you. “Let me fuck this smart mouth, then I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle. Okay?”

When you nod softly, he hauls you up to your feet. “Get on your knees.”

You do as he says, sitting back on your heels and watching as he works his pants and boxers down to free his cock. He’s thick and long, flushed dark and dripping hard. Big enough that you go slightly cross-eyed trying to take him in. Your cunt clenches desperately at his size, at how badly you need all of him inside you, bottoming out into you again and again.

But even moreso, you want to be good.

“Mouth open,” Seokjin instructs, and you comply, letting your tongue loll out for him as he tangles a hand in your hair.

He guides himself between your lips, and your eyes roll back at the weight of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw stretching open to fit him. He’s so fucking big, it’s uncomfortable, but you do your best to breathe around him and give into it.

Trying to hold still, hands placed sweetly on your thighs because you know he likes it that way, you blink up at Seokjin as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You can taste the salt of his precum as his length drags along your tongue, and you fight back the urge to gag when the tip of his cock nudges into the back wall of your throat. He groans softly as he rubs himself there, his grip on your hair tightening until the pain stings your scalp. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep yourself from choking.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he pulls out, saliva stringing in thick strands from your mouth to the head of his cock. He squeezes at the base of it, eyes glazed dark with lust, and you take in as much air as you can, the cool rush painful where your throat is sore from the stretch of him.

You sit up taller as if to ask for more.

Seokjin’s gaze meets yours as the hand on his cock guides it back toward you, but he doesn’t slip back into your mouth. His eyes are fixated hungrily on your face as he drags the head of his dick down over your bottom lip, teasing it around your mouth and along your cheeks, clearly enjoying that he can do whatever he wants with you.

Your pulse drums loudly in your ears as you sit there, mouth open, and take it. The whole lower half of your face must be slick with spit and precum now, given how easily he glides across your skin, and then you’re hit with the heavy thud of him smacking his cock once, twice, three times against your flat, willing tongue.

“Are you done being a brat now?” he prompts, and you can feel drool spilling down your chin as you nod, his cock still weighing heavy on your outstretched tongue. He slips it in a little further, just past the ring of your lips.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?”

A soft whine escapes around his girth filling your mouth. You nod again, desperate, and then he hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you gag noisily. Your body shudders beneath him, and you try to keep it together.

“Learned your fucking lesson?”

Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes as he keeps sliding himself into your mouth, the head of his cock dipping down into the tight clutch of your throat, as far as he can go until your nose is flush with his abdomen. You can’t make another sound, your mouth crammed too full, but you do your best to nod even as you lose the ability to keep breathing.

Seokjin’s thumb brushes over the bulge in your throat, and you know what he wants. Tears slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, and he rewards you with an unabashed moan that lights up everything inside you.

“That’s it. You look so good when you cry on my cock,” he rasps, his hand closing over your throat as you swallow again.

You can feel yourself starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen as more tears stream down your face, but the praise spurs you on. You want it too much, it makes you eager to please at any cost, despite the dizzying surge of adrenaline, despite the way your throat is spasming painfully now. You’ll pass out with his cock down your throat, if that’s what it takes.

He pulls out all at once, and the rush of air you heave in is like broken glass against your raw throat. You fall forward, your palms just barely catching you from landing directly onto your face, and you can’t do anything for a moment but breathe in ragged, shaky gasps. Tears are still welling up in your eyes, dripping down onto the carpet beneath you.

Your world tilts as Seokjin easily scoops you up in his arms just to drop you onto the bed, flat on your back. There’s still the dull ache of the bruises he beat into your ass, but it’s like someone’s turned the volume down on it. All your physical sensations seem distant, like they’re happening to someone else, even the dull ache thudding between your legs, a desperate desire to come that was only made worse by being used as your boyfriend’s fucktoy.

Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slip up your body to undo your lacy bralette and peel it off of you, and you don’t fight it.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Seokjin's voice pulls you back from the edge, and you fight to open your eyes again. He's hovering over you, fully stripped now, his brow creased slightly with concern. “Stay with me a little bit longer, okay?” His tone is still serious, and you sniff softly as you nod.

He slips a palm encouragingly under your thigh and you do the rest, so out of body that it’s like you weigh nothing at all as you pull your knees up to effectively bend yourself in half for him. He practically growls at the sight of you spread for him so willingly, presenting a cunt swollen with need, painted glossy with arousal.

You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels up on the bed, and then his thick cock is grinding over you, dragged right up your center. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it most has you exhaling a moan of relief.

“Is this what you want?” Seokjin's breath is hot on your neck and chased by the scrape of his teeth, earning another noise of pleasure from you. Your clit throbs as he rolls the head of his dick over it, up and down, slow teasing.

“Yes,” you manage to gasp. Your voice comes out a little broken from your scraped-up throat. “Yes, please. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.”

“Which do you want more?”

You’re so gone, choking on whimpers and whines, that his hand closes over your throat to make you focus on the rest of his question. The look on his face is so dark, it sends a shiver down your spine.

“My dick, or my forgiveness?”

Tears spring to your eyes immediately as an overwhelming wave of emotions floods through you. There isn’t a doubt in your mind what your answer is, you don’t even have to pause to consider it. As badly as you want, need him to fuck you, the thought of Seokjin discarding you when he’s finished, still upset, not kissing every inch of your skin, not praising you for being so good… you can’t bear it.

“Your forgiveness,” you sob, doing your best to keep breathing despite his hand around your throat. “Please, please, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I just wanna be good, wanna be good for you, I don't need anything else.”

You can see his face soften even through the tears that blur your vision. “There she is,” he murmurs, and then he tips his head down to brush his lips over yours. The warm touch of his mouth is all the reward you could ever ask for, and he sucks sweetly on your bottom lip before pulling back.

“Good answer, babygirl.”

Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s fucking the whole of his thick cock into you, and you can only keen as he stretches you wide enough to fit all of him. Your walls are immediately trembling tight to him from how edged close you’ve been all night.

“Thank you,” you moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. A gasp rips through you as he bottoms out, your spine arching when the crown of his cock presses firmly on your cervix. “Thank you, oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin purrs, his mouth against your collarbone. You think he might be sucking a mark into your skin, but it’s already getting hard to tell what’s happening. “You always take it so well after I beat the brat out of you. Let go now, baby. You’ve earned it.”

You’re grateful for the permission, because you’re not sure you could stay tethered any longer if you tried. Not when he’s splitting you open, thrusting hard and deep because he knows you can take it, with a cock fat enough to light up every sweet spot in you at once. Your eyes roll back as you start to float, so out of it that you barely even notice a faint buzzing sound until you realize Seokjin is pressing your vibrator down against your swollen, aching clit.

Fuck, when did he even grab it off the nightstand?

You’re vaguely aware of someone moaning, but it doesn’t even feel like you. You’ve given up entirely to it now, a sweet surrender to this all-encompassing pleasure. It’s so good, too good, it slips you out of your mind and body alike, like he’s fucking your brain right out of your skull.

“That’s it, come on my cock,” Seokjin groans, and fuck, you are, you’re coming hard enough to drench his cock with every pulse of your needy cunt. “Such a good girl.”

He doesn't even pull the toy off to give you a moment of recovery, just keeps it nestled between your folds as he pounds into you. Your hips shudder violently as you coast out of your first climax and straight into another one.

It all starts to blur together now, wave after wave of orgasm washing over you until you’re drowning in it. You come and come and come until it feels like you’re melting into the bed, pinned through by this massive cock and the endless mind-numbing buzz on your clit. You can distantly tell that you’ve soaked a wet spot into the sheets beneath you, that your thighs and even the muscles of your ass are shaking from overstimulation.

“S-S-Seokjin.” It takes you three tries to get his name out, and you’re still not really sure if you said it until the toy switches off. The humming sensation is still reverberating through your body even in the absence of it, enough to make you tremble all over as he picks up the pace.

“Gonna fucking— fill you up,” Seokjin grunts, voice thick with effort, and then his cock twitches at the very back of you, buried deep as it can go, pulsing heavy as he paints you with rope after rope of his release. 

You’re still not here, not really, not when he pulls out with a heavy sigh, when the cum starts to drool down your legs, when he drops onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into him. It comes back to you in pieces: you’re shivering all over, breathing hard, your face is wet— fuck, when were you crying?

It takes you several moments to realize Seokjin is murmuring in your ear, that his fingers are carding through your hair, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Just breathe, baby. Did so well, it’s over now. You’re safe.”

As the post-scene comedown settles into your bones, you bury your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe through the myriad of emotions and chemicals flooding your system. He pulls the blanket up over your chest, and the warmth of it and his body help to gently bring you down from the high.

You don’t know how long you lay like that until you finally manage to squeak out a question. “Y-you’re not really mad, right?”

Seokjin laughs gently as he presses a kiss to your hairline. “No, baby. I know you didn’t really forget. The birthday cake in the fridge kinda gave it away.”

The words take a second to hit you, and then a dazed giggle bubbles up in your chest. It’s like you’re floating as you start to laugh, your face still pressed into Seokjin’s skin, and you can feel the rumble of him laughing too. It didn’t even occur to you that he would’ve seen the fucking cake when he grabbed himself a bottle of wine.

“Oh,” is all you can think to say, and you keep giggling as his lips move over the line of your jaw, trailing kisses.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to get punished,” he says softly. “It's part of why I love you. You’re my perfect little brat. And this was the perfect gift, seriously.”

A warm glow blooms in your chest at the praise, and you sigh happily as you curl up against his side. “Can we eat cake in bed?”

Seokjin leans down to brush his mouth over yours, sweetly adoring. “Anything you want.”

The domestic life with husband!Ghost, who mellows out at home, but never in bed. If anything, married life spurs him on even further.

Who only feels more comfortable to experiment with you once you’ve tied the knot, sealed the ends and secured the promise of a life together. He might not be too easy to convince in the beginning, but once he lets loose to the edges of pleasure you can push him to? He’s all yours.

Who is obsessed with the title of being yours. You are his other half now, and if you’ve taken his last name he will use it. Call you by your married name in every situation he can: it rolls nicely off the tongue. Will never say it out loud, but he's absolutely gotten hard after hearing you confirm your full name on important phone calls.

Who wears his ring with pride, and loves watching the band press against your skin. He's started choking you with his left hand, just to watch his ring next to your throat, controlling your pleasure. Will also definitely rub at your clit with his left hand too, only a little speed is lost but its made up for in the way the sight riles him up to ruin you.

Who is also enamoured with your ring. Has never came as fast as when you gave him a hand job with your left hand, showing off the ring on your finger as you slid your hand up and down his cock. Something about the claim he's got on you with that ring, something that wont fade like his bruises and bite marks will. The most simple of things get him going now, all you have to do is run those pretty hands over that pretty body of yours and he's ready to pounce.

Who takes sex everywhere. Ghost is simple in the way that he believes the bed is the best place to have sex, but when you settled down and moved in permanently? He made it his mission to make you cum on every surface the house has to offer. Making breakfast in the kitchen? He's lifting you onto the counter and going down on you like a man starved. Getting ready for a shower? He's right behind you, complaining about how small his damn shower is as he fucks you against the glass door. About to leave for work? Come on, let him make you cum on his fingers in the foyer before you leave- your husband is insatiable, and he doesn't doubt you love it.

Who fucks you every night like he did your wedding night: the passion doesnt fade. But he will learn that equal pleasures can be found in a quiet night in with snacks and a movie.

as long as you cockwarm him throughout.

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Period - Volturi's - Oneshot - (loveswrites)

Uno - Volturi's - Oneshot - (loveswrites)

Time - Volturi's - Oneshot - (loveswrites)

Child. - Volturi's - Headcannon - (volturissideslut)

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The tracker, the fighter, the witch - Volturis - headcannon - (averagewriter-inthedark)

Volturi Kings/Poly - headcannon - (volturissideslut)

Sister - Queen - Volturi Kings - twoshot(?) - (americancowgirl19)

Who's the dad? - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (the-dawn-star)

All the glitters. - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (the-volturi-diaries)

Mate - Volturi Kings - headcannon - (twilightfansofcolor)

Bunny - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (grampstaxidermy87)

Foursome - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (cherryglossie)

Headcannon - Volturi Kings - (imaginingmanyfandoms)

Wooing - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (mx-pastelwriting)

First time in bed - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (mx-pastelwriting)

Worm - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (demetris-cocksleeve)

Morning - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (mx-pastelwriting)

Bisexual - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (the-dawn-star)

Wives - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (the-dawn-star)

Childish - Volturi Kings - Headcannons - (the-dawn-star)

Childish - Volturi Kings - Headcannons - (twilightt-fantasy)

Hit-On - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (twilightt-fantasy)

Poly - Volturi Kings - Headcannons - (twilightt-fantasy)

Burn - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (twilightt-fantasy)

Midnight snacks - Volturi Kings - Headcannons - (Twilightt-fantasy)

Big boobies - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (cherryglossie)

Size - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (cherryglossie)

The princess & the king - Aro Volturi - Headcannon - (averagewriter-inthedark)

Human mate - Caius Volturi - headcannon - (carlisles-girl)

Love of a cruel king - Caius Volturi - Oneshot - (kimi240302)

Similar - Marcus Volturi - Headcannon - (volturissideslut)

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Our forever - Alec Volturi - Oneshot - (kimi240302)

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Period - Cullen Family - Headcannon - (creelmalfoylaufeyson69)

Flirt - Cullen Family - Headcannon - (charliedawn)

Nails - Cullen men - headcannons - (long-lost-cullen)

Coven mate - Cullen Family - Oneshot - (Congratzams)

Tomorrow - Cullen Family - Oneshot - (loveswrites)

Chaotic - Cullen Family - Headcannon - (carlisles-girl)

Okay and? - Cullen Family - Headcannon - (carlisles-girl)

Sick - Cullen Family - Oneshot - (loveswrites)

Too much - Carlisle cullen - Oneshot - (zmxchs)

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Sir - Carlisle Cullen - oneshot - (little-diable)

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Art history - Carlisle Cullen - Oneshot - (highwayorgantrade)

Perfection - Carlisle Cullen - Oneshot (specialagentlokitty)

I've got you - Carlisle Cullen - Oneshot - (marvelouswriter)

Hush now - Carlisle Cullen - oneshot - (little-diable)

Nsfw alphabet - Carlisle Cullen - (heyyyitsgrey)

Lies washed away by the pouring rain - Carslisle Cullen/Jasper Hale - oneshot - (little-diable)

Yandere cullen brothers - headcannon - (angelsworks)

Birthday! - alice cullen - Oneshot - (another-fantasy-world)

Sub - Alice Cullen - headcannon - (fairydxll)

Dating jasper - Headcannon - (kaylawritesfics)

Regrets - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (undercoveravenger)

Crush - Jasper Hale - Headcannon - (slytherbun)

Honesty hours - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (highwayorgantrade)

Exchange Student - Jasper Hale - headcannon - (nymphastoriasblog)

Texas - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (little-diable)

Texas 2.0 - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (little-diable)

Drops of water - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (little-diable)

Consequences - Jasper Hale - oneshot - (little-diable)

Primal instinct - Jasper Hale - oneshot - (little-diable)

Break my baby - Jasper Hale - oneshot - (little-diable)

Another one - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (little-diable)

Trust and lust - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)

Figure it out - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (k1nd4g4y)

Darlin, i adore you. - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)

Cold. - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)

Tell me all the ways to stay away - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)

Insomnia - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (junkdrawerfics)

Simple moments - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (junkdrawerfics)

Crushing - Jasper Hale - Headcannon - (wintervalewriter)

Accident - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)

Headcannon - Jasper Hale - (buckybarnesb-tch)

Awkward - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (the-twilight-diaries)

Stand up challenge - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (mychemicalimagines)

Polar opposites - Jasper Hale - Headcannon (americancowgirl19)

Innocent - Jasper Hale/Edward Cullen - oneshot - (ameliora-j)

Sharing a mate - Jasper Hale/Emmett - (little-diable)

NSFW alphabet - Jasper Hale - (ineedmorefanfics)

Dream - Edward cullen - Oneshot - (sage-exe)

Chaotic imprint - Wolf Pack - Headcannon - (fatiguing-thoughts)

Being paul lahote's imprint - headcannon - (nymphastoriasblog)

Just leave it to bella - Paul Lahote - Oneshot- (bangtanmix73)

Wolf form - Jacob Black - Headcannon - (qdbs-writes)

Wet clothes - Jacob Black - Oneshot - (t-h-i-n-g)

Secret - Jacob Black - Oneshot - (maladaptive---daydreamer)

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