Slytherin Boys React

Who do you think you are?

Nsfw, Sub, chocking, FDom, MSub, Slapping, degrading, overstimulatiom, crying

First SBR in a while. Sorry, I've been off. This one is very nsfw

I tried to make this one really good and sound like a proper story. And like usual, English isn't my first language, so it takes me longer to write these

As you've probably heard, im leaning into more fandoms is check out my other stories if you want to get into a new genre :)

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Oh, Mattheo... Brave Mattheo, Strong Mattheo, Fierce Mattheo, Son of Voldemort.

He doesn't look so powerful now. Underneath you whimpering powerlessly, rolling his hips into you despite the tears.

Completely naked sobbing as another knot builds in his stomach, his slick dick sliding in and out of you as he whines more.

It's so pathetic that it makes you laugh. Lifting your body off him once he gets close and then slamming back down. His veiny hands contorting and clenching in between the handcuffs you've secured on him.

As you grin and laugh at him teasingly, you eventually come back to reality after your massive power trip and manage to make out his pathetic words for help.

"Please.. it hurts.. so good y/n"

He says breathlessly, thrusting upwards into you with need.

He breathes heavily. In and out sometimes, he forgets to breathe out, resulting in him gasping for oxygen.

Your hand goes up and then down on his cheek hard enough to leave a mark. Mattheo cries out, thrusting up into you as he shakes his head in painful pleasure.

"Last time i checked, you dont get to call me Y/N. Or have you decided to bend the rules now, huh?"

It's amusing how quickly he claws at his restraints frantically, apologising as quickly as he can, making his words slur together in a mess of sorrys and groans.

"Please. Im sorry. im so sorry I forgot."

Strike 2. Up and down, you hand lands on his cheek again, this time more on the bone of his jaw. As your hand retreats back up to threaten him, your other hand reaches down.

"I didn't hear you say my proper title. I only heard your pathetic stupid whines"

Hearing your words, he nods and immediately says every title he can think of

"Yes, mistress, miss, love anything. I'll call you anything just please.."

Begging after begging, orgasm after orgasm his neglected body and over touched cock creating a harsh contrast against eachother.

It doesnt help as your fully clothed your thong pulled to the side scrapping against his skin.

Pop.

Mattheo tugs his hand out the restraint placing using his hand to rip the thong off throwing it to the side desperately in a matter of seconds he clambers his hands on the bone of your hip holding you still as he thrusts upwards.

Thrust, thrust thrust. Stop. His high of pleasure stops once you crack down your hand again hitting him hard against the face. Your other hand grabbing his throat squeezing it gently but with enough aggresion to make him cower in fear.

There goes his pathetic self again scrambling for an excuse.

"Im sorry, mistress. I couldn't help it. It hurts, and you look.."

He groans, throwing his head back, hopelessly thrusting into you again.

"You just look so good.. like a goddess. "

He bites his swollen lips, which are moist and plump from his occasional drooling.

It's quite a shame he thinks compliments will save him as he's painfully wrong.

You pull of him unimpressed as his free hand reaches out to you before retracting it cautiously, instead reaching down to fist the sheets. He looks up at you solemnly. He thrusts upwards into nothing, his overstimulated body wanting more as he tries to find friction for his tip.

Step. Step. Step. His eyes follow you as you painfully slowly walk over to his side, clenching your hand around his throat speaking.

"Who do you think you are?"

You speak as his mouth goes dry, searching for an answer. You reach down your hand wrapping around his cock squeezing the shaft your freshly done nails grazing against his tip.

"Do i need to repeat myself?"

You ask sarcastically as mattheo gasps for air unable to form words due to the tightness on his dick. His eyes dart from yours and to your hand as he gasps out.

"Y/n- mistress. Thats too tight. Really tight."

He exlaims as you purr in response sitting back down on the bed next to him tightening your grip.

"Well thats unfortunate for you.."

He closes his mouth looking up at the ceiling as if praying to the universe to help him.

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I feel like I really did well on this one. I might've not tho and constructive nice criticism is okay. Feel free to tell me how to improve.

Other fandoms I think I might right is the main Harry Potter cast, more Yuzuya based MHA non cringe stories that I encourage you to check out, and obviously SBR

Word count: 840 a bit short, but there might be part 2 lol

Sorry for any mistakes!!