#dom!chad

[randomoutsiders]

dom!chad smacking you on the thigh everytime you slip outta line and everyone else is like 👁️👄👁️ what?

"who.. wants to play charades?" tara comes into the room with a ratty old box in hand, dropping it into the center of the slipshod semircle that the gorup has formed. she stumbles in her walk, inebriated to some degree you're unaware of.

you're similar in your state, though, winning against all inhibition and quick to snark at any given chance. "i wanna go first." you go to stand, but the steady hand on your thigh keeps you steady in your spot. "hold on," chad murmurs. "see if anyone else does, you have to ask."

you scowl, wrenching away and rising once again. unfortunately, however, there's no limit to chad's actions, the two beers in his bloodstream already obscuring any and all feelings of embarrassment. he swats a hand against the back of your thigh, and you're spinning around, cheeks blaring with heat. "chad!"

mindy stifles a giggle behind a closed fist, collapsing back into her chair and pressing her lips together. tara drops the top of the box she was previously pulling off and stares, open-mouthed at the action. ethan's giggling, unabashedly, hiding his beaming smile behind the knees he has tucked against his chest.

"sit down." his voice is cool, void of sympathy. "i won't ask again.."

you slowly sink back into the seat, ears burning with discomforting fire. "sorry."

he hums in disapproval, draping an arm over your shoulders. "you'll wait." he whispers. "and you'll go when i tell you to go. that clear?"

you swallow thickly. "crystal."

[randomoutsiders]

omg imagine giving chad the best sloppiest head ever like idk if he could handle that and then he ends up fucking her face (with consent ofc) because he was so close

he doesn't expect the constriction of your throat around the bulging head of his cock and the dribble of saliva down the arch of your chin, running the coarse of the column of your throat. he furthermore doesn't expect that you're moaning about it, fingernails etching impermanent etchings into his backside, forcing him further down your throat.

the kinky curls at the base of his cock are musty with raw perspiration, the smell tinted with the poignant shaving cream you've stolen one-too-many times. "that's it, baby," his jaw seems to be permanently unhinged - agape with the way you're so eager to have his cock on your tongue. "there we go... you like that, don't you?"

your head bobs, the movement obstructed by the shaft down your throat, saliva bubbling at your lips when you gag once more around the circumference of him. your right hand now works to pump sloppily around the few inches that can't forever fit in your mouth, cheeks hollowing to tighten around him.

but then he's slapping away the appendages, balls tightening underneath the pressure of your chin, before he curls his hands around the curve of your skull, forcing you all the way down once more. his hips stutter in their staccato thrusts, the head of his cock kissing at the back of your throat. guttural moans roll of his tongue, his hairline damp with with beadings of sweat and eyes squeezed shut. "oh shit, oh fuck, baby." he preens. "just like that, don't you move, breath through your nose, you've got it," he urges, too close to his release to even consider giving you respite.

you gurgle uncomfortably around him, cheeks puffing out now when you attempt to inhale despite your incapacity to do so. "there we go, sweetheart," he continues to praise, the muscles of his abdomen winding up into an infinitesimally tight ball that he can feel them as a heavy mass. he wrestles back another moan when he coats your esophagus with his spend, the tacky white fluid viscous along your tongue when he finally retracts.

"there's a good girl," he sighs, muscles sore from their consistent contraction. "who knew you'd have such a good mouth on you, huh? knew we'd get there, just had to fuck that brat out of you first."

[randomoutsiders]

two bratty subs ethan and reader handcuffing there dom chad to the bed while they get it on then when chad gets free there in for a punishment of a LIFETIME

ethan quickly cowers first, cheeks a bloody red as he scrambles to the other end of the bed. "it was just for fun!" he attempts, but chad is having none of it.

you're still staring, open-mouthed, at the side of the mattress, still attempting to configure how he manages to slip loose of the cuffs that you yourself clicked together. it wasn't a previously-concocted plan on your part - but it was on ethan's. and chad's very much aware of that as he stares down the whimpering boy below him. "you're always getting yourselves in trouble, huh?" he hooks a hand around the male's ankle, pulling him closer with a rough yank.

chad shakes his head. "not trouble, i don't.. i don't wanna get in trouble, please."

chad scoffs, hand coursing its way from ethan's ankle up to his bucking hips, fingers curling around the taut waistband and pulling the fabric down. "sure, pup. we've been through this before, huh?"

you're gnawing on your fingernails now, waiting to be addressed. "c'mere, baby." he grunts, finally, and you obey, slowly crawling your way over. "you in on this? hm? you make this plan?" you shake your head, and ethan moans in discontent. "she's lying!"

chad then pinches roughly at his thigh, earning a disgruntled yelp from his chest. "that's enough out of you. you've already pushed my buttons enough. now you," he pinches again. "are both going to be punished. and if there's a single complaint about it.. it'll get worse. now on your knees, the both of you."