SUMMARY: your boyfriend puts up too much of a fight for something so simple to do.
TAGS: afab + gn reader, dom reader, sub touya, pegging, teasing, brat touya, brat taming, he calls you a bitch, orgasm denial, soft coaxing, a little sadism, i think that's it || nsfw, minors & ageless blogs DNI.
A/N: *scratches head* idk how we got here fellas. i was js tryna watch ghost rider, and now here we are 😟 also the formatting is shit but icba ill edit a better one later. @kazupedia here u go! and as always feedback and rbs r always encouraged <3
“i’ll fucking—k-kill you.”
“mhm.” you hum, your hips pushing your silicon cock deeper against his prostate, before halting. your nails rake down a pale patched chest, passing over his nipples and forcing a hiss out of the man underneath you. “of course you will.”
“i will, i’ll burn your face o—” touya’s tough threat (and that’s all it is, really) is abruptly cut off with a choke when you teasingly move, the brush of your cock against his sweet spot forcing him to swallow his words.
“you were saying?” his face twists into a scowl as he turns away from you, chest heaving and crimson from the scratches of your nails. your eyes follow the movement of his throat bobbing, the harsh swallow audible in the quiet room.
“fuck you.”
“isn’t that what’s happening?” you click your tongue, a filthy grin stretching on your face. “oh, my bad. i’m the one doing the fucking here, aren’t i?”
his face flushes red—with anger, irritation, arousal—and his scowl deepens, but he keeps his mouth shut. he’s aware of his position, at least.
“oh, c’mon,” you drawl, lazily dragging your cock out and slowly driving it back in, purposefully changing angles and avoiding his sweet spot to relish in the quiet whimper that escapes him, “all i’m looking for is some manners.”
“i’ll show you manners—”
once again, his words are cut off with a sharp inhale when your finger lightly trails up his drooling cock, the tip swollen a deep, dark red and leaking with precum.
“i could do this all day, y’know.”
his eyes widen, and you watch amusingly as his cock twitches—at your words and in desperation. he knows you aren’t lying.
“it’s just a word. a small please is all i’m asking for.” you pout. “surely you can give me that, at least?”
“when hell freezes over.”
a laugh escapes you, and you lean down. satisfaction rises in your chest when you watch his pupils dilate the closer you get to him. your breaths intermingle and your noses graze each other when you finally stop, and a sadistic glint shines in your eyes.
his eyebrows scrunch together, but your hand’s already wrapping a tight grip around his cock and giving him a long stroke. his head drops back as a whine fans across your face, his hips bucking eagerly into your touch.
at the same time, you angle your cock to finally graze against his prostate, and a deep groan rips itself from his chest. he looks so good like this, all debauched and teetering on the precipice of an orgasm. the sight makes you lick your lips, desire bubbling hot in your gut.
“feels good?” your words are teasing, and his only reply is a low moan and an arch of his back. it’s amusing, really, how easy it is to shut him up. his breaths are hot and come quick in front of your face, and your hand increases its pace on his slick cock, the squelch loud and filthy amongst his moans.
his head lolls to the side, but you won’t have it. he’s going to fall apart underneath you, and you want him to see who’s doing it. a hand comes up to grip his chin and force his face back around, his eyes half-lidded and hazy with desire when they meet yours.
“don’t turn away from me.” you whisper. “look at me when you cum.”
“’cause you will, won’t you?” you lean back, fucking harder into him with heavy and precise strokes that hit all the right places and touch the deepest parts of him. it’s a little desperate, honestly, but he’s too far gone to notice. “gonna get all tight around me and cum hard, right? like you always do?”
he mindlessly nods, dark hair sticking to his temples with sweat and his hands fisting the bed sheets. his cock twitches and dribbles more precum in your hand, and you use your thumb to spread it around the tip, his balls drawing tight as he quickly nears his end.
you know he's not listening to you when you meanly mutter under your breath, "yeah. bet you want that real bad, huh."
a low chuckle leaves you when his mouth drops open, and you almost feel a little bad for what you’re about to do. a shiver runs down your spine when his eyes squeeze shut and he pants his next words out.
“gonna—gonna cum—”
and you completely stop your movements.
his reaction is instantaneous. turquoise eyes snap open when your hips still against his pelvis, a harsh cry tearing out of his chest when you rip your hand away from his swollen and heavy cock.
“what the fuck—”
“i don’t know why you’re surprised.” you sigh. “told you i wanted you to show some manners first.”
some sick satisfaction swells in you when his face contorts into a furious expression, teeth gritting as he spits his next words out.
“fuck you, fucking—bitch,” he angrily curses, “fuck this, i don’t even need you, i’ll just make myself cum on my goddamn own—”
he makes a move to get up but your hand pushes hard at his chest, harshly forcing his back down on the mattress.
“get off me—” he snarls, eyes flicking up to meet yours, before freezing.
your eyes bore darkly into his own, carrying an intensity he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before in them. he swallows slowly and carefully rests back into the bed.
a smile—wicked, he’s sure that’s what you are—forms on your lips, but your eyes don’t waver in their heavy stare.
“do you really wanna do that?”
for once, he stays silent.
the smile drops, and another weighty sigh leaves you. languidly, you lean back on your haunches.
“you really not gonna let me take care of you?”
his face stays impassive, but the quick glance away from you tells you all you need to know.
“don’t you wanna make me happy?” you murmur, gaze softening a little on purpose, “make me proud?”
your hand comes up to caress his hips, thumbing at the skin.
“don’t you want to cum for me?”
a shaky breath leaves him, and you hide your pleasure under a disappointed mask when he huffs, turning away from you and biting down at his chapped lip. easy.
after a few quiet moments, he mumbles something.
“what’s that?” you prompt, a little too eagerly.
he huffs again, rolling his eyes and turning back to face you, his hands playing with the bedsheets underneath him.
“i said,” he repeats with an annoyed tone, red creeping up his neck, “p-please—make me feel good. now.” he stubbornly adds on.
and there it is. a triumphant look takes over your face, and a gratified grin curves on your lips at the begrudgingly bashful nature of your dear boyfriend.
his submission feels like fire in your veins, and you’re once again reminded of just how sweet your grumpy lover is.
“well, of course, baby,” you coo, the grip on his hip turning firm as you steadily pull your hips back, slick cock momentarily peaking out and shining with lube, before you sheath it back inside him with one deep stroke. a broken groan tumbles out of him, and you hum.
i want to ride dabi till he's a whiny breathy mess. i could snap this motherfucker in half
please anon you're onto something here. he gets whiny embarrassingly fast when it comes to you. he likes how close you are. chest to chest but it's not enough. you're hardly moving your hips, teasing him, driving him up the wall. usually by this point he would have you bouncing up and down his cock, hands digging into your hips, manhandling you just the way you like. but today you told him you wanted to try something different. said you wanted to do all the work. told him if he moved, you'd stop, leave him all high and dry for the rest of the night. so he stays perfectly still, lets you tease and tease and tease him. giving him just a little taste of his own medicine. it doesn't take long for him to get whiny, though he never straight up begs you, which is okay. you knew he wouldn't. all you really wanted was to see him fall apart. a beautiful mess, just for you. and once he breaks, once he stops trying to hold back his whines, you give him exactly what he wants, and then some.
you ride him to the point of tears. overstimulate him till he can hardly stand it. he's always liked his pleasure laced with a little pain and you give him exactly that. you ignore the burning in your thighs, it's a small price to pay after all. to have him at your mercy. so pretty and lovely and just waiting to be shattered.
also the way people actually hate on writers who write dom!reader w more masculine characters... very stinky
i deleted the original post bc i realized i phrased it way wrong and way too vague lmao bc this is more in line with what i was thinking. i agree anon!! i feel like a lot of it stems from some ppl maybe unconsciously associating being submissive with being feminine if that makes sense? which is kind of :/ to me.
