getting into a sub's head and making them question their own reactions... treating them like they're acting completely inapproriately for the situation, while forcing them to shake and shriek and drip and tremble...
are you moaning right now? whats your problem.. we're just watching a movie. while your whole lap is wet with their juices and your fingers are drilling them through their third orgasm... what are you squirming for? sit still.
what, are you horny?? from this?? awhhhh that's so pathetic... when you're dragging them over your thigh or teasing their clit
giving a sub more than they can take-- when they've given a dozen orgasms and can't focus their eyes, they're writhing and sopping, and instead of slowing down, you just... tsk tsk you're making such a mess... and dont even acknowledge what you're doing to them...
faking innocence and concern to a sub, just to be unfair.. ohmygods... ohh no, it's all wet down here... why is it wet, baby? what happened? when you've been teasing them for ages... punishing them for making a mess-- punishing them for being so horny, and still not acknowledging that you did it to them
gagging a sub and edging them for hours, just to say awh, i think this pussy wants to cum... hm but that can't be right, my little sub would have to beg for this pussy to cum. i haven't heard a word. poor little pussy... must be soo hard.
reading their every reaction and knowing just how to break them, how to make them submit deeper and deeper, how to make them cum over and over, all while pretending that you're not doing a damn thing, chiding them for being soooo desperate...
Thinking about a threesome, but it's just me and another dom competing to see who can ruin the cute, naive girl who watches us sitting on the bed with sparkling, eager eyes.
It's just a game, a constant back and forth of provocations. The bed is completely in disarray from our heated encounter. My body weight is completely on top of our girl, one of my arms around her neck and my teeth digging into her neck, my hips pounding hers mercilessly and we can hear how loud her wetness is as she takes my strap so well. My gaze can't be taken off the dom who watches me with a mixture of desire and impatience. And suddenly the cute little thing under me lets out a little cry of pleasure that makes me smirk with superiority, I wink at the dom who just rolls her eyes in response and pushes me away so she can claim her turn...
The night ends with our poor, adorable toy lying on the bed, her skin covered in kisses, bites, hickeys, breathing heavily and her mind wandering completely clouded...
And the other dom and I, with our breathing still agitated, can't stop challenging each other with our eyes.
clark saying “keep crying” in your try again ff😵💫 OH MY GOD i need more of mean clark and crying reader now
do you want to breathe? | c. kent
notes: This was a lot longer than I planned, but kinda got carried away. I'm a big sub!Clark believer, but I also give into peer pressure, so here is a nasty mean dom!Clark drabble
Work Count: 1.5k
tags/warnings: f reader, mean dom!Clark, oral (m receiving), boot grinding, breath play, calls reader a mutt, forceful blowjob, no use of y/n
part one
It was supposed to be a playful fight. You know you could never actually beat Clark in a fight, but you play wrestled anyway. Despite all the muscles and strength, he was slow, allowing you to escape by a hair. You liked seeing him actually assert his strength when he caught you, maybe that’s how you ended up in this position.
You're on your knees in front of him, his standing figure looming over your kneeling one. Two of his fingers are shoved deep down your throat as you gag, tears welling up in your eyes. The thing about Clark was that he didn’t even need to physically hold you down, just a few simple words and actions had you obeying him instantly.
“You should be like this all the time. You look so much better on your knees and something in your mouth.” His tone was dark and rich as his eyes fixated on your spasming throat. He let out a low chuckle.
“Is this too much? Well then, you really won’t like what comes next.”
Clark’s fingers pressed down on your tongue, causing your mouth to open even wider. His other hand went to his belt. You watched his fingers slowly undo it, the pace agonizing as the heat between your legs became unbearable. You tried to grind on the floor to relieve the tension, but his fingers went to the roof of your mouth and raised you slightly from the floor.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you? Need to get your energy out somewhere?”
Once his cock was free it was like your mind went blank. It hung heavy, tip leaking pre-cum as you watched it drip to the floor. You drooled around his fingers and tried to move closer, but his fingers in your mouth came out to grip your jaw, keeping you in place.
“Pathetic little mutt needs a toy, don’t you? Stay nice and still for me, and maybe I’ll treat you nicely.” His cruel words made you whine as you stared at him, not daring to move an inch.
He brought his cock to your face, slapping each cheek a few times. Your tongue darted out to try to get a taste of him and he laughed at your desperation. The weight of him against your cheek drove you insane as your body screamed for all of him. The smell of him, musky and so him, short circuited your brain. You moved your head to try to capture him in his mouth and he pulled away from you. Instead, his hand came up to your hair and pulled, yanking your head back to look at him.
Pupils wide, tears building in your eyes and your mouth open as you hissed in pain, it made him groan to see you so broken down, so needy. Someone so proud as yourself, always having the final say, and yet as soon as you see his cock you are on your knees, needy and pliant. It made his cock twitch.
“Open wide, sunshine.” The demand was pointless as his fingers were already prying your mouth open, but you tried to open wider anyway.
You stuck out your tongue, earning a groan from your boyfriend. He loved seeing you like this. Of course he was stronger than you, more domineering, but it was you like this that made him taste true power.
He rested his tip on your tongue and you closed your eyes, savoring the small taste you get. It made you moan, your warm breath fanning the head. It weighed heavy on your tongue, the promise of more as he stayed still.
Slowly, agonizingly, he moved. It was like heaven and hell as his cock became embraced by your warm mouth. Clark groaned at the feeling, giving praise as you sat there and took it. You focused on relaxing your throat, his girth always taking a moment to adjust, but it still stretched you to your limits. The hand in your hair softened and turned to pets.
“There you go, nice and easy. This is what you needed, isn’t it? Just needed me to give you something to focus on, something to keep your brain empty.”
You tried to nod but couldn’t as you felt him hit the back of your throat. He moaned at the feeling, still not all the way down your throat. You tried to move with him, keeping up the pace.
“Relax your throat,” his voice dripped with lust. “I’ll make it fit, whether you're relaxed or not.”
You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together to relieve the pressure, your head swimming with him. He noticed and laughed at you, the sound mocking and in awe at your desperation. He shoved his foot between your legs.
“Grind on my boot like the mutt you are. All your thoughts dripping out your pussy, isn’t it?”
You took the opportunity he gave you and moved against his shoe, moaning around him at the relief and need it instilled in you. Both his hands thread through your hair, taking hold of your roots as he shallowly thrust in. You gagged at the feeling, causing his hips to twitch again as your throat tightened around him.
“I love when you struggle. Causes your throat to get so fucking tight, squeezin’ around me.”
His hips snapped, forcing himself down your throat as he picked up the pace. You tried not to gag as he continually hit the back of your throat. You could do nothing but take it as he moved your head for you.
He brought you all the way down, burying your nose in his pubic bone. You looked up at him with tears falling, gagging and trying to breathe.
“Imagine what the people at work would say. They think you’re so - fuck - so smart. And yet here you are, grinding on my shoe as you struggle to breathe.”
Clark shoved in a little deeper before pulling you all the way off. You breathed deep, the air hurting your throat and lungs. You were light headed as he made you look up at him.
“Thank you, sir.” Your voice rasped, barely above a whisper.
“That’s right.” He said with awe, admiring your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. But soon you were right back on him as he used your mouth like his own personal fleshlight, moving you to catch his high.
You were close, the combination of grinding on his shoe and him abusing your throat was too much. You looked up at him as he moved in and out of your throat, trying not to gag but ultimately failing as his size was too much.
“Go on then,” he could see the pleading look in your eyes “rub that little clit for me and make yourself cum on my boot.” Your hand flew to your pants and into your underwear as you gave yourself relief, moaning around his cock.
“All wet and drippin’ just from me fucking your throat. This is where you belong, isn’t it? On your knees, throat stretchin’ around me, unable to even breathe.”
You tried nodding your head, but the pace he was setting was too fast. You were right there and Clark knew it. He was close to, but he wanted you to cum first, wanted you to feel the humiliation of cumming on his boot.
He brought you back down to his pelvis, cock fully down your throat. Your wild eyes found him as you struggled to breathe, eyes blinking away the tears.
“Do you want to breathe or do you want to cum?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hand sped up. It was dizzying the effect he had on you, and you were right there.
“Once you cum, then I’ll let you breathe.”
The shameful feeling that washed over you brought you to your climax as you started to twitch, grinding furiously on his boot. Clark watched as your face became red, your eyes closed and your throat constricting around him. No sound came out of you since you had no air. The orgasm that hit you was powerful, making you see stars. From the orgasm or lack of air you weren’t too sure, but the feeling was euphoric as you chased the high through your orgasm, the feeling of him in your throat too much.
This ultimate show of his power over you was too much for him to see. He pulled out of your throat, causing you to fall back to the floor, too dizzy to keep yourself upright.
Through the spots in your vision you could see Clark above you, jerking himself over you. With a groan you could feel him cum on your heaving chest, your red face and your bruised lips. You lay there and take it, trying to catch your breath and come down from your orgasm.
A small smile graced your face as Clark looked you over, admiring the way your body will always listen to him and his corrupt mind.
Hold on….dating Minho has so many perks!-….p*rn links!
explicit content ahead + masterlist > + OT8 list >
- You’ll have his hands on you all the time! Discreet touches and taps that get your heart racing and your skin all warm under his touch! It feels so nice and right!
- You have all his focus when you’re alone. From the moment you wake up to the minute you’re back in bed with him! He’s partial to spending his off days with you in bed just because it’s way too comfortable to leave and you’re way too warm to separate from!
- You can be a little mean to him sometimes -just a little, though! Minho likes a challenge, loves to see you struggle when he’s the one driving you to the edge, and god do you love it when he does!
- You’re so entitled and so talkative. Sometimes the only thing he can do to shut you up and try to get some work done is by playing with you until there’s not a thought present in your head! And that’s just what you need!
- You have the chance to watch him practice. Admiring how he dances and runs through his vocal lines like it’s second nature. You could watch him for hours and he wouldn’t mind in the slightest because when he’s all done you’re the help him unwind! A nice treat after a session of hard work!
- You can overwork yourself sometimes -be a little stressed and overwhelmed and he’ll completely understand! Minho doesn’t mind helping you get your mind off things. Always ready to soothe you just the same way you do for him!
- You get to send him all the cute videos you want! Even silly ones of cats or simple interests you have. He’ll respond to every single one -sometimes a little more enthusiastically than you expected but you’re not one to complain!
- You’d be his second half. The person he can confide in and relate to when others fall short of doing so.
- You’d be his whole world -even when he’s a bit rough with you!…
Had some fun with this one…🖤
I refuse to call Twitter…”X”….like be so fr…it’s still TWITTER !! Anyways good night my loves! I’m going on a shopping spree tmr and I need my beauty rest for it! 🖤
I wish I was dry humping an adorable little puppy who couldn't do anything but whine and beg for my dick. And if I'm feeling mean I'd throw in a "oh baby, does it hurt? Yeah? Oh I'm so sorry... you want me to 'just fuck you already?' Oh sweetie, you know I can't do that"
Sitting in the tub with your dom, thinking this will be a nice, relaxing bath, when one of their arms wraps around you and the other grabs the shower head....
What if I spoke to a girl in my native language, my words a melodic mystery as my hands delicately explored the curves of her body? Her wrists would be bound above her head, her gaze fixed on me with a nervous intensity, her flushed cheeks betraying a mix of apprehension and exhilaration. She wouldn’t understand the meaning of my words—an enigma that both frightened and thrilled her. The cadence of my voice sent subtle shivers down her spine, my slight change in tone heightening the tension and deepening her desire.
Was I degrading her, or enveloping her in reverent praise? Was I weaving threats of how I intended to ruin her with my bare hands, or whispering promises to cherish and adore every inch of her being? The meaning of my words ceased to matter, for her body responded instinctively—moans escaping her lips as she surrendered completely, yearning for more, more of me.
