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𓂃⠀𓈒 dom!keeho x fem!reader x sub!intak
genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 1k words
request: “why are you both being such brats right now?” + dacryphilia
✎… threesome, bratty!sub!reader, brat tamer!keeho, unprotected sex, dacryphilia kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, impact play, face slapping (m/f), spanking (f!rec), degradation, pet names, light choking (m!rec), oral sex (m!rec), creampie, praise (m!rec)
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Intak whimpers - one of many irrepressible noises that won't stop escaping his trembling lips. Few disjointed words slip into the chain of hopeless sounds he creates and you can tell he's begging you to keep going.
Your eyes flicker at his face that's contorted in pure desperation only to catch him gulp while clenching at the bed sheets - something you didn't see him do the first time he came in your mouth half an hour ago.
He sounds so close... and scared that you might slip away again.
Behind you, Keeho glides himself in and out of you - in a restful pace that allows him to observe the scene below him properly. His fingertips, sinking into your ass cheeks, detach every now and then to spank you, depending on your behavior.
A moment passes, and the two boys raise their voices; there's a vast contrast in their tones - Intak is utterly defeated meanwhile Keeho sounds simply peeved. But undeniably, their complaints are united in a singular target.
You.
“Did I say you can do that?!” Keeho narrows his eyes as his palm lands harshly onto your ass, heating up your skin. His voice, edged with irritation clashes with Intak's whines of protest. “Why don’t you just do as you’re told...” His hips bump purposely to jolt you forward. “It would be so much easier for you.”
“But,” you pout before Keeho's heavy hand strikes you again, almost erasing the thoughts in your brain for a moment. “I like playing with him.” Your lips, puffy and glistening from so much slobbering around Intak's dick, curl into a perky smile, showing you’re feeling far from bad about your actions. “He likes it too, right, baby boy?”
Intak's eyes flutter open at the presence of your hand on his tensing abs. He nods silently, because every word at this point only gets stuck inside his throat every time he attempts to speak.
As you look at each other you notice glimmering tears at the corners of his eyes, threatening to wet his cheeks. They stun you, but then Keeho pulls out, signaling you to turn around which steals your chance to say anything about it.
He leaves the bed, and you move to kneel near the edge, blinking up curiously at his hovering naked figure.
“This isn’t your freakin’ playground, sweetheart.”
“Please.” You giggle, unbothered, because you know that's how you turn him on. “Both of you would be bored out of your minds if it weren't for me to keep things fun.”
“Have you already forgotten what happens to brats when they run their mouths like you?” Keeho's fingers ghost along your jaw; they press just beneath your chin to force it up. Approving of the way you suddenly don't have anything to say, he continues with a single scornful twitch of his lips. “Neither of you is gonna get to cum anytime soon.”
“That's not fair!” Intak whines behind you.
“Are you sure about this? You sounded pretty close earlier when you were fucking me.” Your lustful gaze softens slightly as an artificial concern settles on your face.
And then, in the blink of an eye, Keeho tilts your head to the side.
Your pulse jumps the second his slap lands on your cheek, unexpected. The stinging thrill seeps through your skin, teasing that knot of pleasure inside you.
This is what you wanted.
“Why are you both being such brats right now?!” Keeho hisses, gazing into your eyes that keep provoking him with irresistible spark of challenge. “You,” his tone turns lower, signaling you to focus; to listen carefully, “go slap him the way I slapped you. Now.”
The moment you turn around to face Intak, he huffs, sitting up as you crawl closer.
“Please, just do as you're told!” His brows knit together the more he pleads through exhausted little whines. “I can't wait like this any longer, I need you, p-please...”
“Me?” You whisper, caressing the side of his pretty face you're about to punish. You pity him, almost. He didn’t do anything except be nice and obedient.
For that, you invite him inside you before you do anything else.
The wet, tight wrapping of your walls has Intak groaning on the instant. His head falls back as the stimulation overpowers his whole body, but you're quick to adjust it by getting a hold of his neck.
“Good boy,” you coo, strengthening your motions with Keeho’s gaze lingering all over your silhouette. “Good, good boy.”
Intak’s half-lidded eyes barely remain upon you, but the bold slap snaps his focus back. Unlike you, to him that arousing thrill is new; it floods his veins with more adrenaline than he can handle and in the process of your hips grinding against him - he releases inside you.
It was accidental; he didn’t have any willpower left in his body to control it, to fight back the burning temptation coming from the grip of your pussy.
He didn’t even have time to acknowledge it’s about to happen. His mind was completely clouded.
Until your soft lips press against his forehead and kiss away the droplets of sweat, slowly bringing him back in the moment with each peck.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he mumbles, too flustered to meet your eyes.
“Shh, you did so well,” your thumb erase the silent tears trickling down his cheek. “You deserve it.”
To Intak, this feels like another praise with how tender your touch feels on his skin.
Keeho watches the interesting scene unfold in front of his eyes; there’s evident amusement glinting inside as he follows your actions simultaneously entertained by all the ideas they give him - for new possible ways to tame you.
“Not all punishments need to be made right away,” he finally speaks up after a moment of silence.
You can tell he’s aware of the effects this will have on you just by the change in his voice; it’s suddenly too calm.
“What are you going to do now?”
“It’s simple,” Keeho says, fingers gripping on the roots of your hair; not roughly, but definitely indicating that he’s done going easy on you. “Now, I’m just gonna fuck you the way brats get fucked, because I’m not in the mood to deal with your attitude, okay? And next time you come over is when I’m gonna teach you a lesson or two. Tell me you understood.”
“I understood.” You say, biting down on your lip to suppress the bubbling excitement.
You knew you could always count on your neighbors for a good time.
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