Fanfic
Title: IT'S. . . . .
Author: jennieffaddict
Rating: R
Summary: D/S sometimes it's just what you need
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys (unfortunately) or atwt
to the moderaters I think I've put it behind a cut, can you tell I'm new to this? if not if you wouldnt mind telling me how ? thanks
It's the sound as it whips through the air, it's the seconds before it lands,the calm before the storm, the slow bloom of pain that spreads so deliciously. It's the wallowing before the next one and you get to live it all over again and again.
It's the inconsistency, hard,soft,light,quick, too fast to count. too slow, the almost unbearable wait before the next one. It's how you move closer and closer to what you believe is your pain threshold, it's him holding you there so precariously on the edge, it's that one that's a little harder and stronger than anything thats come before and your falling deeper and your head goes fuzzy and you love it even more and it's him pushing you further and further again and again. It's getting to the point of too much and your safeword hovers on the tip of your tongue, it's the comfort of knowing you have it and can use it.
It's him saying final set and knowing they will be harder and quicker than anything you've had before and it's swallowing your word. It's the exquisite pain your left to wallow in how you can feel the welts blooming, that you will be able to re-live this night over and over.
It's the way he stays so quiet after, yet you can hear his every breath, feel his every movement , the way everything clicks into place as soon as he steps behind and grabs your hair, pulling your head back and kisses you rough and hard and deep and possessively and you hear mine mine mine, how he pushes your head forward.
It's feeling his fingers opening you up, rough quick and dirty, it's hearing the condom wrapper tearing, feeling his thick hard cock push into you and he holds still, buried to the hilt, just holding still letting you feel every inch of him and then he begins to move, hard deep thrusts, it's how hard your cock is right then, how each time he thrusts into you the friction against your skin is like your being whipped all over again and it's exquisite and delicious and perfect and your both panting and your so needy the ache in your cock and balls is moving from beautiful to too painful but knowing you'll suffer through it all just for him, knowing no matter how much you need to come you never would til he allows it. That you'll live in this state of need and ache forever for him.
It's feeling his fingernails scratching up and down your sides and over your chest and nipples that he pinches, the way they scratch down your front hard enough to hurt and leave marks, the way they lightly, oh so lightly scratch down your cock till he's alternately squeezing the base and jerking you off, taking you to the edge and pulling you back over and over and it's torture. Then you feel him begin to thrust harder and deeper and then he's coming and you ride it out still hard, still squeezed tightly in his hand. Then his teeth are lightly raking over your back and neck searching for the perfect place and then the little kiss he always gives the spot before the bite, the claiming, the big neon sign that says I belong, I'm wanted, I'm owned and how you'll wear it proudly. Then he's slowly jerking you off and it's too much and the tears of need are slowly starting to escape and you can't help but beg "please please please" and that beat he waits, he always waits before his other hand is grabbing your hair again and pulling your head back and forcing you to look him in his eye's and it's all said in that look MINE and then he utters those sweet words that have never sounded so good "Come for me" and you do and god do you, it's hot and hard and painful and you swear, every time you swear you have never come like this before and it takes everything out of you.
You can no longer hold yourself up but it doesnt matter because he's holding you and slowly guiding you over to the bed where he gently lays you down and cleans you up and all the time he's stroking your skin and laying little kisses everywhere and he's getting into bed and spooning up behind holding you tightly, your back flush against his chest and he let's you live there in your headspace for as long as possible and you wallow in the feelings of happiness and contentment. Feeling loved and wanted, comforted and cared for, but most importantly safe, you have never felt so safe.
You belong, you are owned, your wanted, and life? It's never been this good.
Author: jennieffaddict
Rating: R
Summary: D/S sometimes it's just what you need
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys (unfortunately) or atwt
to the moderaters I think I've put it behind a cut, can you tell I'm new to this? if not if you wouldnt mind telling me how ? thanks
It's the sound as it whips through the air, it's the seconds before it lands,the calm before the storm, the slow bloom of pain that spreads so deliciously. It's the wallowing before the next one and you get to live it all over again and again.
It's the inconsistency, hard,soft,light,quick, too fast to count. too slow, the almost unbearable wait before the next one. It's how you move closer and closer to what you believe is your pain threshold, it's him holding you there so precariously on the edge, it's that one that's a little harder and stronger than anything thats come before and your falling deeper and your head goes fuzzy and you love it even more and it's him pushing you further and further again and again. It's getting to the point of too much and your safeword hovers on the tip of your tongue, it's the comfort of knowing you have it and can use it.
It's him saying final set and knowing they will be harder and quicker than anything you've had before and it's swallowing your word. It's the exquisite pain your left to wallow in how you can feel the welts blooming, that you will be able to re-live this night over and over.
It's the way he stays so quiet after, yet you can hear his every breath, feel his every movement , the way everything clicks into place as soon as he steps behind and grabs your hair, pulling your head back and kisses you rough and hard and deep and possessively and you hear mine mine mine, how he pushes your head forward.
It's feeling his fingers opening you up, rough quick and dirty, it's hearing the condom wrapper tearing, feeling his thick hard cock push into you and he holds still, buried to the hilt, just holding still letting you feel every inch of him and then he begins to move, hard deep thrusts, it's how hard your cock is right then, how each time he thrusts into you the friction against your skin is like your being whipped all over again and it's exquisite and delicious and perfect and your both panting and your so needy the ache in your cock and balls is moving from beautiful to too painful but knowing you'll suffer through it all just for him, knowing no matter how much you need to come you never would til he allows it. That you'll live in this state of need and ache forever for him.
It's feeling his fingernails scratching up and down your sides and over your chest and nipples that he pinches, the way they scratch down your front hard enough to hurt and leave marks, the way they lightly, oh so lightly scratch down your cock till he's alternately squeezing the base and jerking you off, taking you to the edge and pulling you back over and over and it's torture. Then you feel him begin to thrust harder and deeper and then he's coming and you ride it out still hard, still squeezed tightly in his hand. Then his teeth are lightly raking over your back and neck searching for the perfect place and then the little kiss he always gives the spot before the bite, the claiming, the big neon sign that says I belong, I'm wanted, I'm owned and how you'll wear it proudly. Then he's slowly jerking you off and it's too much and the tears of need are slowly starting to escape and you can't help but beg "please please please" and that beat he waits, he always waits before his other hand is grabbing your hair again and pulling your head back and forcing you to look him in his eye's and it's all said in that look MINE and then he utters those sweet words that have never sounded so good "Come for me" and you do and god do you, it's hot and hard and painful and you swear, every time you swear you have never come like this before and it takes everything out of you.
You can no longer hold yourself up but it doesnt matter because he's holding you and slowly guiding you over to the bed where he gently lays you down and cleans you up and all the time he's stroking your skin and laying little kisses everywhere and he's getting into bed and spooning up behind holding you tightly, your back flush against his chest and he let's you live there in your headspace for as long as possible and you wallow in the feelings of happiness and contentment. Feeling loved and wanted, comforted and cared for, but most importantly safe, you have never felt so safe.
You belong, you are owned, your wanted, and life? It's never been this good.