and i put you on my pace, so i know you like to beg | allie hayes + dean di laurentis
The nights that followed that whole punishment ordeal were normal—well, as normal as they could be. You had not found it in yourself to apologize for the absolute brat you had been, which you realized pretty late was also… an act of defiance in itself, which probably explains the lack of sex. But honestly, who could blame you? You were pent-up and chronically horny and constantly wet, but every time you tried to let your partners know, they always found a way to deflect and redirect the conversation until you found yourselves under the covers—not to fuck, but to sleep.
contents — 18+ content, smut, threesome, mean dom!dean, mean switch!allie (dom-leaning), sub!reader, punishment, masturbation, squirting, overstimulation, slapping, brief choking, name calling (slut), sir kink, mommy kink, begging, stoplight system, brief aftercare
word count — 1.6k | title — b.a.d. by denise julia + p-lo
part 1 of 2 | part 2 of 2
gabby says — i’m so sorry this took too long i was stuck 😭 even now i don’t feel that good ab this but it is what it is
gabby also says — no proofread, so if you see errors, no you didn’t 😇
The nights that followed that whole punishment ordeal were normal—well, as normal as they could be. Fuck that, it would have been normal if it weren’t for the sex—or the lack thereof.
You had not found it in yourself to apologize for the absolute brat you had been, which you realized pretty late was also… an act of defiance in itself, which probably explains the lack of sex. But honestly, who could blame you? You were pent-up and chronically horny and constantly wet, but every time you tried to let your partners know, they always found a way to deflect and redirect the conversation until you found yourselves under the covers—not to fuck, but to sleep.
You could not touch yourself either because every time you even thought of doing so, it was as if Dean and Allie could read your mind. They shot you certain looks every single time—it didn’t matter if you were right beside each other or across the room, the moment you started squirming in your place, they gave you a look to shut down the idea of pleasuring yourself.
However, after the fourth day of your unwanted celibacy, you finally exploded.
With both Dean and Allie out of the house and you alone in your boyfriend’s room, you thought you had enough time to yourself without getting caught, so you eagerly stripped and laid on Dean’s bed, your legs spreading instinctively.
The first touch of your fingers against your clit made you moan and arch your back—it had been so long you honestly forgot the feeling of being touched. After almost a week of being untouched, you found yourself on the verge of an orgasm pretty quickly. Despite the sensation being so addictive, you willed yourself to slow down—after all, you had at least an hour and a half to yourself. You could take your time, so you did.
You rubbed your clit just right, while your free hand tweaked and pinched your nipple. Your fingertips trailed from your clit down to your hole, prodding around before inserting a digit. You pumped your finger a few times—it did not feel as good as when Dean or Allie did it for you, that was for sure, but you managed to locate your g-spot pretty quickly. The simultaneous sensations brought your touch starved body closer and closer to your peak.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, bringing your other hand down to rub at your clit while two of your fingers were thrusting in and out of your hole at a more rapid pace. “Fuck!”
The door opened just as your release gushed out of your cunt, spraying into the air and wetting the bed, but you were too lost riding the intense waves of your high to realize that you were no longer alone.
Only when someone cleared their throat did you jump, pulling the covers over your naked form just to see both Allie and Dean standing by the closed door. The former had her arms crossed over her chest, while the latter’s face was hard, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.
“I thought…” you said weakly, gripping the edge of the sheets as you trembled beneath it, both due to your orgasm and the unwavering gaze they had you pinned under. “I thought you would be back in an hour…”
“Why’d you want us gone so bad, baby?” Allie crooned, walking over to the edge of the bed—close enough to touch you, but she did not. “So you have more time to break our rules? To be a bad girl without repercussions?” She yanked the sheets off and let her eyes roam over your still trembling frame and the bed beneath you. “You are all wet and messy now.” She tutted.
Your eyes strayed from Allie and followed Dean as he casually walked toward his closet. He did not even glance at the bed—he just walked by like his sweatpants were not tighter.
You gasped when Allie gripped your chin tightly, forcing your gaze toward her. Your hand shot down to grip her wrist and she let you—a bit of reprieve from what was about to come.
“Look at me,” she snapped. “Do you want to make it up to us?” Amusement flickered across her face when you jerked your head in a nod. “Then fucking listen.”
“Yes, I will listen,” you breathed out, your face still squished in her tight grip.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“Good girl.” Her voice softened at the same time her grip did. She then crawled down until she was face-to-face with your thighs. She laid on her stomach, gently parted your thighs, and placed your legs on her shoulders. “Now stay there and let me eat.” She did not wait for a response and dove into your pussy.
“Holy shit!” You cried out as her tongue flicked your sensitive clit. You were about to grab Allie’s hair when a large hand wrapped around your wrist, and you groaned, your fist clenching and unclenching. “Dean!”
The sight of your boyfriend—shirtless and smirking—made you even wetter (if that was even possible).
“That’s not my fucking name,” he said darkly, his grip tightening. “What’s my name, slut?”
You grinned, your chest heaving. “Dean di Laurentis?”
Dean’s eyes darkened, his other hand wrapping around your throat—tight enough to make your breath hitch. “You’re still being a fucking brat, huh?”
The tight grip around your throat paired with Allie fucking your cunt with her tongue and then her fingers, you felt your orgasm creeping closer. “Fuck, I’m so close!” You gasped, squirming away from your partners’ touches, but Dean’s grip on your neck and Allie’s arm wrapped around your thighs stopped you from getting away.
“I said, stay there and let me fucking eat,” Allie growled from between your thighs, slapping your cunt harshly, and you yelped, tears springing to your eyes.
“Oh God, can I please cum?” You cried out, your free hand holding the sheets tightly. “Please, please, please?”
“I don’t know, can you?” Dean drawled, moving his hand from your wrist to lace your fingers together. He pinned your hand on the plush cushion beneath you. “Beg nicely, baby.”
“Please, sir, can I please cum?” A few tears escaped your eyes, and Allie slowed down slightly, looking up at Dean for instructions.
“Don’t you dare stop, Allie-cat,” he growled, his eyes never leaving yours, “Cum for us,” he murmured, his grip softening slightly. “Now.”
“Oh my God!” You shrieked, your back arching so high Dean had to remove his hand from your throat. You creamed all over your girlfriend, who moaned into your cunt. Tears finally spilled over nonstop as Allie continued eating you out. “It’s too much!” You cried, trying to push her head back with your free hand, but Dean took both your wrists in his large one.
“You wanted to cum, didn’t you?” He chuckled, his lips trailing featherlight kisses all over the expanse of your jaw and neck. “You are going to cum over…” He placed a kiss over your pulse point. “And over…” He kissed up to your jawline. “And over…” A kiss to your cheek. “And over…” A kiss to your nose. “Again.” He finally kissed your lips tenderly, a stark contrast to his rough hands.
“It’s too much,” You stammered, your chest heaving as you breathed heavily. “I need…”
“Tell me what you need,” Dean murmured.
“I can’t,” you sobbed. “Please!”
Allie surged up, feeling you tremble violently around her. “What’s your color, baby?” She asked, placing your shaking legs down on the bed.
“So green.”
“Good fucking girl.” Dean smirked down at you. “We are not over, you little slut. Your pretty little pussy’s going to be so sore when we’re finished with you.” He crawled off the bed, stripping his sweatpants and his boxers off.
He slotted himself between your thighs, while Allie sat on the bed by your head, her hands stroking your hair. He wrapped a hand around his thick cock, his wrist moving to stroke the hardened length, while his free hand found your clit, rubbing just in time with his strokes.
You twitched, and both your partners laughed.
“So sensitive, baby,” Allie cooed, still stroking your hair. “Are you close again? You are, aren’t you?” She grinned, her free hand moving from your shoulder down to your pebbled nipple. Her hand stroking your hair found your jaw when you responded with nothing but a choked out moan. “I asked you a question, baby.”
“Yes! Yes, I’m close, fuck!” You cried out.
“Is that so?” Dean giggled and swiped at your clit faster, and within a few swipes, you felt your orgasm build up, almost immediately on the verge of exploding. “Cum for us, baby,” he cooed.
You did not need to be told twice.
You swore you blacked out as you actually orgasmed for the first time in days. Allie had to turn your head and capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing the loud moan that came out of your mouth. You vaguely heard Dean groan from above you, faintly feeling the warm ropes of his release on your skin.
It felt like forever before they had finished with you, and true to Dean’s words, your pussy was throbbing and sore. You were only half-conscious as they pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, and it took you quite a while to regain consciousness completely afterwards, but by the time you came down, you were already dressed in comfortable clothes, lying between Dean and Allie as they chatted normally while their hands soothed your flushed skin.
guys, i am writing longer oneshots (1,000+ words) but i am slumped 🫠 so to keep things going in here, i am opening my requests for drabbles (>500 words)!
as usual, i write for allie hayes, dean di laurentis, garrett graham, hannah wells, john logan, and john tucker.
i can write fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, crack, and smut—no hard kinks such as watersports, consensual nonconsent (cnc), non-con/dub-con, bestiality, age play, anything involving blood
