Pain (m)
Sub!Lisa Manoban✦ Dom!F!Reader
WC—1.8 ✦ k
WARNING—punishment ✦ teasing ✦ masturbation ✦ stripping ✦ use of handcuffs & strap on ✦ praise kink ✦ mommy kink ✦ mentions of stigma, safe words & penetrative sex
NOW PLAYING—MONEY ✦ LISA
GENRES—suggestive ✦ borderline smut
[A/N.] this b-side is THE SHIT! it could legit even be a title track that's how much it fkn rocks!!!!! fkn queen
M.LISTS—blackpink ✦ latest updates
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“Come on! Show me!” Lalisa whined in your ear for the umpteenth time today.
Like all the previous times, you answered no.
Yesterday your girlfriend had found out that you had a mommy kink and liked being dominant in the bed (you had left a PornHub tab open on our shared laptop because you were apparently too tired to click on the cross in the corner to exit) and, although that should’ve been something positive, you didn’t want her to know.
She had been looked down upon from a young age for her gender, bakground and her body–she was, and is still, too thin or not thin enough–and as she became an adult, she's had to build an armour to defend herself and the armour was her pride. She was proud of herself and wouldn't let others treat her less than she is. You knew this. You knew she's been through hell and back and that she has grown to be proud of herself and to have a strength you admired her for. You were so proud to call a person as smart and certain as her your girlfriend.
In bed, the two of you hadn't done things that would be considered dominant or submissive, sticking to 69, fingering and oral. You had always been curious how it'd fold out if you two introduced BDSM to the bedroom. But you had a feeling she'd like to be dominant, or that she'd feel like you looked down on her if you showed any signs of sadism. Submissives and bottoms are often the butt of the joke and there's stigma in having any of those labels, and the last thing you wanted to do was to make your girlfriend think you don't respect her just because you like being dominant in sex.
“Please?” She attempted to lure you in with her huge, round, gleaming puppy eyes–which usually would work–but that method didn’t work this time around, because the great amount of vexation she had brought to you today had made you fully resistant to her cuteness.
“No, I don’t want to hurt you,” you answered with a blank face, trying your best to find a seemingly interesting movie on Netflix, that you hadn’t already seen, so your girlfriend could give up her dumb quest.
It was a little confusing why she wanted to try these types of thing with you, knowing how she felt about being belittled by others. Maybe she thought you wanted to be the sub– "And I don't want you to hurt me, either," you quickly added.
“I thought you said that we should always be honest with each other and always be ourselves,” she argued, making a valid point since you had, in fact, repeated those words since the start of your relationship.
“But I also said I never wanted us to hurt each other,” you retorted in defense, feeling more and more irritated by the second.
Leaning and sinking down a little bit on the sofa, Lalisa wanted to be more comfortable as she knew this conversation could stretch. Chewing on the strings of her black cropped hoodie, she looked at and studied you; frown, annoyed sighs, hard grip on the remote, darker lips from biting on them–everything pointed at you being mad, and thus rather sensitive.
Then a bulb lit above her head.
“But what if I like it when you hurt me?”
You turned your head to her side. There it was. Exactly what Lalisa wanted to see. An expression on your face that told her that if she continued this route, she would get fucked. Whether it was literally or metaphorically, she wanted to find out.
“I’m leaving,” you announced and stood up as quickly as the short sentence ended, thinking she was kidding with you–and, to be fair, she often did that. You had to leave, because Lalisa was pushing your buttons and you knew that if you stayed for longer you could end up doing what you had been trying to avoid since she had found the kinky porn on the computer.
Her face changed from calm puppy to clingy puppy scared of the owner leaving. This was not the reaction she had tried to get from you. She stood up and followed your fast steps to the bedroom. As soon as she saw you throw one of your biggest bags onto the floor, followed up by some clothing pieces, she felt his blood freeze. Were you leaving as in leaving the relationship? Has she unintentionally insulted you? Was the porn just an ad? What if you had just watched it for no particular reason?
“Why are you packing?” she asked, scared of your answer.
“I’m going to Irene’s. I can’t stay with you when you’re making me crazy like this.” What you said was true; you were sure she’d crack your patience and make you go full dom on her if you stayed in the same room as her for another minute.
And you were right.
Lalisa felt relieved that you weren’t breaking up with her over a silly little 'argument' but she still didn’t want you to stay over at your friend’s when you both knew that it would be smarter to solve the tension instead.
“Stay with me,” she pleaded lowly, sensing she didn’t have many other options than pleading and hoping it’d be persuasive enough for you to stay with her.
“We need a night without each other to calm down and have an adult discussion, alright?” you tried to explain, grabbing your now-fully-packed bag, and headed to the door to continue your journey to your awesome best friend.
When Lalisa didn’t talk back, you turned away from the doorway and to the bed to see why she was being quiet all of a sudden and not protesting some more like she usually would do when she wanted you to stay with her for a bit longer. She was looking you in the eyes as she pulled the hoodie off her torso and threw it your way. You caught it in your hand. Proceeding, she pulled down her pants, making sure she did it slowly enough to send you signals that she wasn’t planning on putting on her PJs.
As she stood in only her ivy panties in front of you, a new bulb lit up above her head–and this one was even brighter than the last one–maybe she did have more options than to plead and strip.
With a smirk she sat down on the foot of the bed, maintaining eye contact with you, and pulled down her underwear to reveal her dripping pussy. You were speechless when she had stripped down to almost full nudity, but what shocked you the most was that your less nice side had turned her on.
The moment she started touching between her folds and moaning like a bitch, you realized that she had purposely been naughty so you could punish her. She had whined in you ear all day, stripped and masturbated when you wanted to leave because she wanted this; she wanted to be punished.
So, you decided to do it.
You dropped the bag and went to your wardrobe, taking out a box you’d kept secret from Lalisa. She looked your way curiously, analyzing your reaction while still fingering her pussy rudely. Damn, she hoped you were doing something femdom related.
“Safeword?” you asked, examining the nostalgic box of memory-making apparatuses, trying to decide which ones you wanted to use to make memories tonight. You wanted to make sure she felt safe, especially when everything was going to be new for her.
“Money,” she answered, smiling at the victory; she was going to get fucked literally.
“I hope you understand that I’m going to have to punish you for being such a naughty girl.”
“Yes, Mommy,” she said oh so naturally.
You looked back at her after she said the last word, watching her lay down on the bed, boxers in a random corner of the room. She seemed experienced or like she’d had a fantasy about calling you that word for a while, and thankfully that made it easier for you decide on which toys to use on her.
“Naughty girls don’t deserve to touch Mommy,” you said seductively, turning to her with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs. She blushed a little, not expecting the object you chose to punish him with to be so adorable. Did she seriously think that was all you were going to use as punishment when she’d riled you up like this?
How cute.
Walking slowly to her, you threw the cuffs onto the bed beside her legs and startled her a bit at the suddenness of the action. She had teased you, and you wanted to make sure she’d feel teased as well–and what better way to do that than to use one of her biggest weaknesses against her? Smirking, you pulled off your shirt, leaving your upper body in only a bra–a pink one. She had always liked that color.
You climbed on top of her body and took the cuffs in your hands again, getting ready to restrain him. She was breathing heavily, getting aroused by your body above her, and especially by your boobs that were clad in such a lovely color. Although she liked the bra, she would’ve loved to see your boobs without anything covering them.
“Hold your arms up for me, Lili,” you ordered, to which she listened to instantly. She held them up against the bed frame, assuming you were going to cuff her to it. But she was wrong. You didn’t want her to predict her punishment; you wanted everything to be a surprise that not even her fantasy could come close to.
Instead of cuffing her wrists to the frame of the bed, you cuffed them to nothing. Yes, nothing. It may sound boring to restrain your partner to air, but it was the opposite; restraining her to air meant that she still could choose to disobey you further by bringing her arms down; her destiny was in her hands, quite literally. “You’re going to keep your arms here, and if you at any point put them down and touch me it’ll add to your punishment, understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Oh, don’t act like a good girl all of a sudden. You’re getting punished for a reason, Lili,” you scoffed lightly, feeling soft from the sweetness that seemed to ooze naturally whether she tried to or not.
“But I am a good girl,” she pouted, adding to the cuteness you adored so much.
“Only if you can manage this punishment, but until then you’re a bad girl,” you explained and turned back to the box to grab the last part of the punishment. She continued pouting, until she saw the object you took out: a purple strap on. After removing your pants, you put the silicone dick on and adjusted it to your hips.
The strap was a little below the average size as you didn’t know how used she was to having things other than fingers and tongues shoved up her pussy–and even though you wanted to hurt her, you were still cautious over how harsh you were with her. She was your cutie Lili after all.
“You ready, Lili?” you asked as you crawled back to her, searching her face for any uncertainty. Her big eyes and toothy smile hinted at her anticipating what you were about to do, but you still wanted a verbal answer as you wanted to make sure she was OK with this.
She nodded quickly, “Yes, Mommy, I’m always ready for you.”
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❝ I came here to drop some money, dropping all my money Drop some money, all this bread so yummy, yeah Twerking, twerking, when I buy the things I like Dolla', dollas dropping on my ass tonight
(...) That's that shit that's never getting bounced on ya Bitch, I do the money dance, I just made a hundred bands When the store says, "Sign for it," I'ma leave my autograph ❞
—lalisa manobal; 2021