Sinfully Delightful x Reader One-shots

Chapter 2

((This contains swearing, subBro x Reader, bondage, wax play, dirty talk...ect.. Read at your own risk!))

You're sitting on the couch, legs folded under you as you're watching a scary movie. "No, you stupid ho, don't open the door." You mutter at the screen. The character onscreen ignores your sage advice and goes to open the door. You let out a loud groan of disgust as she gets chased by the chainsaw-wielding bad guy. You let out a yelp  of terror as someone knocks on your door, and you get up slowly, reaching for the metal baseball bat behind your couch and you creep over to the door, silent as a cat. You peer out the peephole and sigh in relief. "Bro, is that you?"  A muffled chuckle and he knocks again. "Yeah, it's me, ____. Now lemme in before I catch a cold. I'm wet and the wind isn't helping at all." You unlock the door and usher him in, frowning as he passes you and plops down on the couch, the smell of whiskey and bourbon on his breath. "Are you drunk?" He lets out a small giggle and holds up his fingers , spreading them apart a bit. "Maaaaybe~ whatcha going to do about it, ___?" You bite your lip and then grin wickedly, an idea forming in your head. Hopefully he was drunk enough to go along with it. You had recently developed a massive crush on him. "Well, since you're soaked to the bone, you should go take a hot shower, Bro. I'll take your wet clothes and wash and dry them." He nods and makes his way up the stairs, a few swears being heard as he bumps into the wall. You wait until you hear the shower start and you dart upstairs, unbeknownst to him. Slipping into the bathroom, you grab his wet clothes and place a soft, fluffy towel down. You're about to slip back out when you see his steam surrounded form and you stop. Your eyes immediately dart to his plush looking ass and you bite your lip, slipping out of the bathroom quietly. You put his clothes in with a load of yours and start the washer. Now the real fun can begin. 

Twenty minutes later, Bro steps out of the bathroom, his hair tousled from being towel dried, the towel wrapped around his hips. He looks around the room in bewilderment. "Uh, ____?" He calls out but there's no response. There are a few candles lit as well as a small lamp. He nearly jumps in surprise when your voice rings out. "Towel off, Strider. Now." He turns around and his eyebrows raise in surprise, a whine of confusion making its way past his lips. You're dressed in a black rose dress that clings to your figure, thigh high tights connected to a garter belt and stilettos. A black whip is coiled up in one of your hands. You walk over to him, your face comes up to the middle of his neck now, and you grab his chin in your hand and tilt it down so his shades-covered gaze meets yours. "I'm not going to ask you again, cowboy. Take the towel off now. Understand?" Your voice comes out as a a rumbly purr and you thank the mirthful messiahs that you watched some of his videos the other day. You know every one of his little kinks and you're going to use them against him. He unwraps the towel and it falls to the floor with a soft thump. "That's a good boy. Now, I'm going to need a safe word from you, Strider. Can you give me one?" He grins and nods his head. "Smuppet. That's my safe word." You bite the inside of your cheek lightly to keep from laughing and your maroon painted lips curve into a small smile of approval. "All right then. Go lay on the bed, my dear." He chuckles , the liquor still swimming around in his brain and he lays down on the bed, his long legs splayed out under him. You grab his hips and flip him over so he's on his back. "Arms above your head and held together, strider." He does as he's told and you tie them together with some rope. You reward him by leaning down and capturing his lips with your own and kissing him deeply, pulling away and being rewarded with his breath coming in little pants. You grab a tie and slip off his shades, blindfolding him and waving your hand in front of his face, satisfied when he doesn't respond. "Now, since you've been a naughty boy, I'm going to punish you. You may not come until I tell you, do you understand." "Y-yes." His voice is a little higher now as he responds, and you allow yourself a smile, knowing he's slipped into his submissive role with ease. "Yes, what, my dear?" "Yes, Ma'am." You shiver slightly and your nipples pebble and you grab one of the candles, letting the wax pool a bit. "You're going to be a kaleidoscope of colors soon, my dear and you'll be begging me to fuck that pretty little ass of yours." He lets out a soft moan at that and you chuckle softly, tilting the candle and letting a few drops of the dark red wax hit his skin. He nearly kicks you and you snarl softly, pinning his legs down.  "Am I going to have to tie your legs down too, Strider, or are you going to be a good boy for me?" You purr in his ear, dripping a little more wax on his chest. He lets out a small whine and licks his lips. "I-I'll be good, Ma'am." He stutters slightly and you kiss his cheek. "That's my good boy." You keep true to your word as you cover his chest and abs with different colored wax, planting little kisses along the way. He lets out a few gasps and groans, and you relish the fact that it is you causing him to make those sweet sounds. You smile and lean over to fish out a small bottle of lube and a strap on, flushing slightly with arousal. "Now, my dear, i want you to relax for me. Do you think you can do that?" He nods and you watch with delight as his cock bobs in the air, fully hard and you reach over and stroke it gently. A loud, guttural moan escapes his lips and you watch him bite his lip in his efforts to keep still.  You smirk and gently flip him over. "On your knees, Strider." You bark out the order, and he immediately scrambles to his knees, his ass in the air and you give it a firm smack. He yelps softly and you part his cheeks and swipe your tongue around his asshole. He moans quietly and you spank him again before licking him again. You repeat this until he's completely relaxed and then, after spreading some lube on your fingers and smearing a good amount around his hole, you gently slide a finger in, moving it in and out slowly. "Look at you, so eager for me to fuck you. Is that what you want, dear? You want me to fuck you until you're pleading for me to let you come?" Your voice has thickened with desire and he moans again, his legs trembling slightly as you insert another finger. You feel around until you find the spot that has him arching his back and choking on a gasp. "Strider, do you know how gorgeous you look, clenching around my fingers?" Your voice trembles and your other hand is in your soaked panties, massaging your clit and dipping in and out of your wetness. You remove your fingers from his ass and he mewls at the loss. You massage his hole with your tongue as you pour some lube on the strap on, spreading it around evenly before pressing the head to his hole. "Are you ready, Strider?" You purr and he tries to look at you. "Holy shit  woman, just fuck me already. Please?" He snarls in desperation and you oblige, slamming into him until your hips meet his and you hiss out a breath, your hand buried in his hair. "Mirthful messiahs, Strider, you wanted this bad, huh?" You pull out and slam back in, pulling his head back by his hair and he fucking wails. "H-holy.....fuck...." He pants out and you watch his cock hit his stomach with every thrust. "Your plush ass is so tight, Strider." You groan and he chuckles. You lean over and bite the crook of his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a love bite. "Now everyone you see will know you belong to me, Bro. Do you like that? Do you like everyone knowing I'm the one who fucked you incoherent?" You purr huskily in his ear and he arches again at a particularly hard thrust. "P-please...let me come.." He whispers shakily and you smile against his neck, your other hand wrapping around his cock and stroking it. "Come for me, Strider. Let the whole neighborhood know who's making you feel this good." You nip his ear and he keens as he comes, hard. It splatters up his torso and in your hand and you lock your hips with his. He shudders and you pull out, untying his hands and removing the blindfold. You're both breathing hard and he chuckles hoarsely. "Damn, ______, how long have you wanted to do that?"  You giggle and remove the strap on, letting it fall to the floor. "Mmm a while, I suppose." He pulls you close and sighs exhaustedly. "Fuck, that was amazing. You really wore me out. " He looks over at you to see the mischievous glint in your eyes. "No one said anything about being finished. Now get over here and use that pretty mouth of yours on my pussy." You giggle as he slides his way down, grinning. The last coherent sound you hear is his deep voice murmuring against your clit. "Yes ma'am."