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hello (˵◝ ⩊ ◜˵マ
been thinking thoughts about.... about... uh.....
shibari... with sungchan... lately....( · ❛ ֊ ❛)
and... and like.... he's so soft and praising.... and then... he teases you a bit but not uh.... not too much... (cause im impatientxb).... and uhh hmmm.... then... he just uh... he takes the ropes off... and he caresses and kisses all the red marks the ropes left... cause they're so pretty... and... and... uh... yeah..( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)
contains : shibari/rope play, multiple rope positions, extended teasing, soft dom sungchan, praise, light overstimulation, creampie, body worship, aftercare, consensual and very loving
word count : 1,678
notes : requested :3
sungchan took his time with you.
he started simple, sitting you on the edge of the bed and wrapping the soft red ropes around your chest in a pretty harness. the ropes framed your breasts perfectly, squeezing them just enough to make them look fuller and more sensitive.
“look at you…” he whispered, voice full of awe as he stepped back. “my pretty baby already looks like a work of art.”
you whimpered shyly, squirming as the ropes pressed into your skin. sungchan smiled and kissed your forehead.
“does it feel okay?” he asked, always checking.
“yes… it feels nice,” you whispered, cheeks burning.
he praised you the whole time he worked. soft compliments about how well you were taking the ropes, how beautiful you looked all tied up for him.
next he had you stand up so he could tie your arms behind your back, wrists crossed neatly. then he guided you onto your knees on the bed, adding more rope around your thighs, binding them together so you could barely move.
“there we go,” he murmured, running his hands over the ropes. “my perfect little rope bunny. you look so cute all tied up like this.”
he spent a long time teasing you in that position.
his hands roamed everywhere, squeezing your breasts, tugging gently on the ropes so they pressed tighter against your nipples, sliding between your legs to rub slow circles on your clit. every time you whined and tried to chase his touch he would pull away with a soft chuckle.
“not yet, baby. i want to enjoy how pretty you look all helpless for me.”
you were already dripping, whimpering his name desperately. sungchan leaned in and sucked on your nipples through the ropes, tongue flicking the sensitive peaks until you were shaking.
after a while he changed your position again.
he laid you on your back and tied your legs in a frogtie. thighs folded and bound to your calves so you were completely open and exposed for him. the ropes dug into your skin in the most delicious way, leaving pretty red lines everywhere.
“fuck… this one is my favorite,” he groaned, staring down at you. “you are so open for me, baby. so pretty and wet.”
he teased you even longer in this position.
his fingers traced every rope mark, then dipped between your legs to slide two long fingers inside you, curling them slowly while his thumb rubbed your clit. he kept you right on the edge for what felt like forever, bringing you close, then pulling back, praising you the whole time.
“you are doing so well, baby. taking all my teasing like such a good girl. look how soaked you are… making such a mess on the sheets for me.”
you were crying softly by the end of it, overwhelmed and needy, begging him in the shyest voice.
“sungchan please… i need you… i cannot take it anymore…”
he finally gave in, groaning as he pushed his cock inside you. the new position made him feel even deeper. he fucked you slow and deep at first, hands gripping the ropes like handles while he praised you nonstop.
“that is it… such a good girl for me. taking my cock so deep while all tied up. you look so beautiful like this, baby.”
he changed positions one last time — turning you onto your stomach with your ass up, arms still bound behind you. he fucked you harder in this position, one hand pulling the ropes across your back while the other rubbed your clit.
you came with a broken sob, shaking and clenching around him. sungchan followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you up with a low moan.
after he caught his breath, he immediately started untying you.
one by one the ropes came off, and with every inch of skin revealed sungchan became obsessed. the pretty red marks left behind made him groan softly in awe.
“oh baby… look at these marks,” he whispered, voice full of wonder. he leaned down and started kissing every single one. slow, reverent presses of his lips along the lines on your chest, your arms, your thighs, your wrists. his tongue traced the red imprints gently, like he was worshipping them.
“they are so pretty on you… like you belong to me. my perfect rope bunny.” he kissed a deep mark on your inner thigh, then sucked on it lightly, making you whimper. “i love how they look. i could stare at them for hours.”
you were trembling and sensitive by the time he finished kissing every mark. sungchan pulled you into his arms, cradling your smaller body against his chest and covering you with the blanket.
“you were so good for me tonight,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “my brave shy girl. you took all the ropes and all my teasing so perfectly.”
you hid your blushing face in his neck, still shaky. “it felt really good… but embarrassing…”
he chuckled softly and hugged you tighter, one big hand rubbing your back. “that is okay, baby. i love when you get all shy and cute for me. and these marks?” he traced one on your shoulder with his finger. “they are my favorite part. they mean you let me tie you up and take care of you.”
he kept kissing the fading red lines until you drifted off in his arms, feeling safe, loved, and completely adored.
contains : mutual pining, friends-to-lovers, camgirl reader, soft dom anton, praise, light possessiveness, lots of tension, consensual and very sweet
word count : 2,089
notes : requested :3
tonight you were setting up for a special stream. you had been nervous all day, biting your lip and fidgeting while anton helped adjust the ring lights.
“are you sure you want to do this with me on camera?” you asked softly, cheeks already pink. “we do not have to… it might make things weird.”
anton swallowed hard. his cock had been half-hard for the past hour just from watching you get ready in your pretty baby pink lingerie set.
“i want to,” he said, voice a little rough. “if you are comfortable with it.”
you nodded shyly and started the stream.
at first it was just you teasing the viewers, doing cute little poses while anton stayed off-camera. but the chat kept asking for the “mystery guy” you had mentioned before. you looked at him with big nervous eyes. he gave you a small nod.
he stepped into frame.
the chat exploded.
anton sat behind you on the bed, tall frame making you look tiny as he wrapped his arms around your waist. he rested his chin on your shoulder and waved shyly at the camera, cheeks flushed.
“hi everyone,” he said softly, voice deep. “i am… helping my friend tonight.”
you giggled nervously and leaned back against his chest. anton’s hand slowly slid up your stomach, fingers brushing the underside of your bra. the chat went wild.
“you are so pretty,” he whispered in your ear, loud enough for the mic to catch. “my pretty girl.”
he kissed your neck while his hands roamed, squeezing your tits through the lingerie. you whimpered softly and the sound made him groan. he turned your face gently and kissed you on camera — slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours while his hands tugged the bra down.
the viewers were going crazy with tips.
anton pulled back, lips shiny, and looked straight into the camera with dark eyes. “she is mine tonight,” he said possessively, then turned back to you. “can i take this off, baby?”
you nodded, breathing fast. he unclipped your bra and tossed it aside, hands immediately cupping your bare tits. he pinched your nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers while you moaned and squirmed in his lap.
“so sensitive,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder. “look how pretty you are when you moan for me.”
he slid one hand down and pushed your panties aside, rubbing slow circles on your clit. you were soaked. anton groaned at how wet you were and slipped two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly.
the wet sounds filled the room. you cried out, head falling back against his chest as he fingered you on camera, slow and deep.
“that is it, baby. let them hear how good you sound,” he whispered, voice husky. “my pretty camgirl. so wet just from my fingers.”
you came hard with a shy, broken moan, thighs shaking. anton kept fingering you through it, kissing your neck the whole time.
“good girl,” he praised, then pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth. you sucked them clean obediently while he watched with dark eyes.
the chat was spamming.
anton could not wait anymore. he pulled his sweatpants down, freed his hard cock, and rubbed the tip against your soaked entrance.
“want me inside you, baby?” he asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“yes— please anton—”
he pushed in slowly, groaning as your tight heat surrounded him. once he bottomed out he stayed there for a second, letting the viewers see how deep he was.
then he started fucking you.
deep, steady thrusts that made your tits bounce and your moans fill the room. he held your hips with big hands, guiding you on his cock while whispering filthy sweet things in your ear.
“you feel so good… my perfect girl… taking my cock so well on camera…”
you came again with a loud cry, clenching around him. anton fucked you through it, then pulled out and flipped you onto your back. he pushed your legs wide open and slid back inside, pounding harder while looking straight at the camera.
“she is mine,” he growled possessively. “this pretty pussy belongs to me.”
he rubbed your clit fast and you came one last time, sobbing his name. anton followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you up with thick hot cum while moaning softly.
he stayed inside you for the ending, kissing you gently on camera while cum leaked out around his cock.
the stream ended and anton immediately closed the laptop.
the room was quiet except for both of you breathing hard. he pulled you into his arms, suddenly shy again, cheeks bright red.
“was that okay?” he whispered, hiding his face in your neck. “i got a little… carried away.”
you giggled softly and hugged him tighter. “it was perfect. i loved it.”
he smiled against your skin but you could feel how nervous he was.
the morning after
you woke up tangled in anton’s arms, sunlight streaming through the curtains. his long body was wrapped around yours like he was scared you would disappear. the second you stirred he woke up too, blinking sleepily.
the memories of last night hit both of you at the same time.
anton’s face turned bright red. he pulled the blanket over his head with a shy groan.
“oh my god… we did that on camera,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “i said all those things… in front of hundreds of people…”
you giggled and tugged the blanket down, revealing his flushed face and messy hair. “you were really hot though.”
he peeked at you with one eye, still blushing like crazy. “you think so? i was so nervous the whole time… but i could not stop touching you. you looked too cute.”
you buried your face in his chest, equally shy. “i was so embarrassed when you said i was yours in front of everyone… but i liked it. a lot.”
anton let out a relieved laugh and pulled you closer, legs tangling with yours. “i meant it. i do not want to go back to just friends. i want you. for real.”
you looked up at him with big shy eyes. “me too… i have liked you for so long.”
he smiled that soft dimpled smile and kissed you gently, morning breath and all. when he pulled back his cheeks were still pink.
“so… are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he asked, voice small and hopeful.
you nodded, giggling. “yes please.”
anton made a happy little sound and rolled on top of you, kissing you all over your face while you laughed and squirmed.
“good,” he whispered between kisses. “because i am never deleting that stream. i am going to watch it when i miss you.”
you gasped and slapped his chest lightly. “anton!”
he laughed and hid his face in your neck again, ears bright red. “sorry… i am still a little perverted when it comes to you.”
you hugged him tighter, heart full. “good. i like my perverted boyfriend.”
anton groaned happily and held you close, already thinking about what kind of content you could make together next.
i so have a thing for sacrilegious themes and bcs i love ur fics so much i thought you'd be the perfect person to ask >< i'd love to see a fic of anton x reader where he's this perfect image of what a pastor's son should be .... but behind that image is someone so disgustingly perverted, and he's so so possessive and jealous that he just couldn't stand seeing you standing too close to someone else so he fucks the jealousy out of u to remind u who u should be worshipping instead LOLEHEIEKSKS
contains : heavy sacrilegious/religious kink, blasphemy, possessive jealous anton, corruption, rough sex, choking, slapping, creampie, degradation + praise, super pathetic crybaby reader, crying, evil perverted anton, public humiliation during service, consensual but very intense
word count : 2,156
notes : got very carried away ….. requested :3
anton was the golden child of the church.
every sunday he stood beside his father at the pulpit in his crisp white button-up, smiling that gentle, dimpled smile while the entire congregation whispered about what a perfect, godly young man he was. he led the youth bible study, carried the offering plates with humility, and always had kind words for everyone.
but you knew the real anton.
the one who would drag you into the back room of the church and fuck the holiness right out of you like the devil himself.
tonight after the evening service you had only been talking to one of the new youth group boys, laughing politely at something harmless while you waited for anton to finish helping his dad. you felt the shift in the air the second it happened. that heavy, burning stare from across the room.
anton’s jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful, even as he kept that perfect polite smile plastered on his face for everyone else.
the second the last person left and you were alone in the storage room behind the sanctuary, he snapped.
his hand wrapped around your throat and slammed you against the wall so hard the old wooden cross hanging nearby rattled.
“you let him stand that close to you?” he hissed, voice low and venomous. “laughing with him like a little whore right in my father’s church? in front of me?”
tears instantly welled in your eyes. “i-i’m sorry, anton… we were just talking, i didn’t mean anything by it—”
“you didn’t mean anything?” he laughed coldly, tightening his grip on your throat just enough to make you whimper. “you are mine. you do not talk to other boys. you do not laugh at their stupid jokes. you do not even look at them. you worship me. only me.”
you started crying harder, pathetic little sobs slipping out as you nodded frantically. “i worship you… only you… i’m sorry, i’m so pathetic, please—”
anton’s eyes darkened with pure perverse satisfaction at your tears. he shoved your skirt up roughly and ripped your panties aside, fingers sliding through your soaked folds.
“already dripping like a slut in the house of god,” he mocked, shoving three long fingers inside you without warning. “crying because you know you deserve to be punished. you get off on making me jealous, don’t you? my dirty little church whore.”
“no— yes— i don’t know—” you sobbed, hips grinding desperately on his fingers like the pathetic mess you were. “i’m sorry… i’m your pathetic girl… please fuck me, i need you—”
he laughed darkly and pulled his fingers out, spinning you around and bending you over the old wooden table stacked with dusty hymn books. he yanked your skirt up to your waist and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, no mercy at all.
you cried out loud, the stretch burning so good it made fresh tears spill down your face. anton did not give you even a second to adjust — he just started fucking you hard and mean, hips snapping relentlessly while one hand fisted your hair and the other covered your mouth.
“quiet, you pathetic slut,” he growled, pounding into you deeper. “we are in church. imagine if my father walked in right now and saw his perfect son destroying his little crybaby girlfriend right behind the sanctuary.”
you moaned desperately against his palm, pushing back on his cock like you could not get enough. every brutal thrust made you sob louder. anton leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he whispered the most disgusting things.
“that’s it. cry for me. cry because my cock is the only god you need. not jesus. not my father. me. i am the one who owns this pathetic pussy. i am the one who gets to ruin you.”
he slapped your ass hard, then reached around to rub your clit roughly. you came with a muffled scream, shaking and clenching around him so tight he groaned. but anton did not stop. he fucked you through it like a man possessed, pulling your hair harder.
“you think you can talk to other boys? laugh with them?” he snarled, hips snapping even harder. “i should fuck you right on the altar next time. let everyone see what a desperate whore you are for the pastor’s son.”
you were a complete wreck — sobbing, drooling, legs shaking as he ruined you. anton finally pulled out, spun you around, and lifted you onto the table. he pushed your legs wide open and slammed back inside, hand wrapping around your throat as he stared into your tear-filled eyes.
“look at me while i breed you,” he demanded, voice evil and sweet at the same time. “tell me who you worship while i fill this crying pussy up.”
“you— you— i worship you, anton— only you—” you wailed, crying harder from the overwhelming pleasure and humiliation. “i’m your pathetic slut— please cum inside me— i need it—”
anton’s eyes rolled back at your broken words. he fucked you even harder, choking you lightly while he chased his high.
“good girl. such a pathetic, crying mess for me. this is what you get for making me jealous. gonna pump you so full of my cum you will be leaking during sunday service. everyone will see what a dirty girl the pastor’s son is fucking.”
you came again with a broken sob, squirting all over his cock. anton groaned loudly and buried himself deep, filling you with thick hot ropes of cum while he watched your tear-stained face with pure twisted satisfaction.
even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, grinding slowly to push his cum deeper. he wiped your tears with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.
“you cry so fucking pretty when i ruin you,” he whispered, voice soft but still evil. “my perfect pathetic crybaby.”
he finally pulled out carefully and watched his cum drip down your thighs with dark satisfaction. then he pulled you into his arms, cradling your trembling body against his chest like you were precious.
the monster melted away and your sweet anton came back, kissing your wet cheeks and forehead so tenderly.
“you are mine,” he whispered lovingly, stroking your hair. “no one else gets to make you laugh. no one else gets to stand close to you. you belong to me. understand?”
you nodded weakly, still sniffling and full of his cum. “yes… i’m yours… only yours…”
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the next morning during sunday service you were sitting in the front pew like always, right where everyone could see you.
anton stood beside his father at the pulpit, looking like the perfect pastor’s son in his white shirt and gentle smile. but every time his eyes found you, that dark, evil smirk flashed for just a second.
you were a mess.
his cum was still leaking out of you slowly, soaking your panties and making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. every time you moved you felt it drip a little more, warm and sticky between your thighs. you tried to keep still but it was impossible. the constant reminder of what he did to you last night made you blush and tear up again.
anton noticed.
his gaze kept drifting back to you during the sermon, eyes gleaming with perverted satisfaction while he read from the bible in that calm, holy voice. you could see the way his jaw tightened when you squirmed, the way his fingers gripped the podium a little harder.
you were crying quietly by the middle of the service, tears slipping down your cheeks as you tried to focus on the words. the shame and the overwhelming fullness made you feel so pathetic, so owned.
when the service finally ended and people started filing out, anton made his way straight to you. he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder in front of everyone, the picture of the perfect son.
“are you okay?” he asked sweetly, voice loud enough for nearby people to hear. but his thumb brushed your neck in a secret little caress, right over the faint mark he left last night.
you nodded, voice tiny and shaky. “yes… just… a little overwhelmed.”
he smiled that dimpled smile and leaned down to whisper in your ear, voice low and filthy so only you could hear.
“good. keep my cum inside you like a good girl. i want you sitting here leaking for me the whole service next week too.”
you whimpered pathetically and more tears fell. anton kissed your forehead like the perfect boyfriend he pretended to be, then walked away with that calm, godly smile.
but you knew the truth.
he was already planning exactly how he would ruin you again the second the church emptied.
ok requesting from THE letterfromhk once again but can you perhaps write something w dom!anton & his shy crybaby gf that he comforts with so much patience and he takes her crying into consideration and thinks about how she would act if he overstimulated her and so after comforting her and complimenting her about something shes been overthinking in her little head of hers he fucks her and helps her relieve her sadness in another way! Like i feel like she’d cry even more because of the overwhelming feeling and anton would just talk it in like a perv > 3 < thank u love u !
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