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Ohhhhhhh yesssssss. Got another request for this too, good to know you guys are just as excited for this as I am

Now I know we all love the hell out of Dom Edge. He projects it with every move. This is a guy who loves to be in charge.

His dirtiest secret? He doesn’t always have to be.

Look, being weak, coming across as needy or content with submission was a dangerous thing in Underfell. The weakest monsters either got dusted or submitted to horrific things for the sake of protection. Edge learned to project power in everything. Even his (decidedly less frequent than he’d have you believe) sexual encounters.

But the truth is, his guiltiest fantasies involve having that control wrested from him, by any means necessary. This is really why he always drawn to switches. He claims he enjoys taming them into perfect subs, but really, he likes to set up scenarios in which, if they have the willpower for it, they can give him exactly what he has coming….

You squirmed a bit to get more comfortable. You were bet over the table, your ankles crossed and lifted at his request. The ridges of the middle leaf and the end were biting into you. You’d have used your hand but they were currently bound behind your back with thick rope.

A hiss of air and you felt a sharp sting on the back of your thigh as the riding crop smacked it. You gasped and your eyes watered.

“DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE?” He pressed the wide end of the crop into the sore area, wiggling it back and forth. Whether that soothed it or hurt it more, you’d be hard pressed to say.

“No sir.” You say, in that exact tone you knew he liked. Submissive, with a mischievous edge.

There was a hum of approval from him and he withdrew the crop. He circled the table, hands clasped behind his back. You followed him with your eyes as best you could, not daring to move your head. Not yet, at least. 

“DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU’D GET AWAY WITH IT?” He stopped at the opposite end of the table. “FLAUNTING YOURSELF IN FRONT OF MY BROTHER LIKE THAT?” He reached over with the crop, pressing it against your forehead and pushing till your chin lifted off the table. You could look him full in the eye now. “YOU KNEW THERE WOULD BE CONSEQUENCES.”

You dared a “who, me?” grin. “Did you enjoy the show, sir?”

The crop was removed so suddenly you banged your chin on the table. He circled back towards you, dragging the end over your back, sending a chill down your spine. You could practically feel his smirk, but his tone remained severe. “YOU’RE JUST BEGGING FOR IT, AREN’T YOU.”

“Yes, sir.” You wriggled your ass a bit. “I’m just over here, wet, dripping actually, waiting for your delicious punishment-”

You didn’t get farther before he yanked your wrists up and started untying them, not caring about the rope burns on your wrists. (Oh, hell, neither did you). “YOU’RE GOING TO NEED TO HOLD ON TO SOMETHING.” He growled, dropping your wrists and yanking your bottoms down. The cold air hit your ass. You gripped the edge of the table, bracing yourself and trembling in anticipation.

The crop came down with a resounding smack on your thighs, butt, even a few licks on your lower back. Occasionally his hand replaced it, the bone almost harsher on your tender skin. Your back arched and your knuckles turned white as you gripped the table for dear life. Needy moans and whines tore from your throat as tears streamed down your face. There were going to red marks, even bruises. Occasionally he paused to tease your sex with delicate stroke from the tips of his phalanges, only to resume with the punishment

After what felt like hours and another harsh slap his hand gripped your ass cheek, massaging it roughly. His fingers ran along the rim of your entrance. “SO WET, JUST FROM PUNISHMENT…” They slipped in, earning him more whines and mewls that made him chuckle darkly. “YOU ENJOY THIS SO MUCH, IT MAKES ME WONDER IF I SHOULD FIND ANOTHER METHOD TO GET THE LESSON ACROSS.” His fingers curled in and out, slowly, far too slowly, only making the hunger in your nerves stronger.

“Pa-….Master, please.” You squirmed back a bit, trying to drive his fingers deeper, but his other hand pressed on your back to prevent you from moving. “I-I’ve learned my lesson, just…” Fuck, you were so desperate it wasn’t enough, you needed his cock, driving into you and pounding you into the wood. ”..fuck, Papyrus, just-”

As his fingers pressed painfully on your G-spot you realized your mistake. You howled in mixed pleasure and pain. There was a low growl from his throat and his fingers withdrew. You whined but he bent over you and grabbed the rope. “SEEMS YOU’RE FORGETTING YOUR PLACE AGAIN, HUMAN.” You tried to grind yourself over his pelvis, stimulate his magic, but his hand caught your ankles and pulled them up. “MAYBE A FEW HOURS TIED UP AND ALONE WILL DRIVE IT HOME.”

“What?!” You yelp as he smacks your ass again in reprimand. He crossed your ankles. “Master, no, I-” You bucked your hips, trying to struggle loose, but his grip was like iron. “Papyrus, just fuck me already!”

His claws dug into your ankle, making you wince as he pulled the rope up and started wrapping it around your ankles. He looked unbearably smug

Fuck, no if he decided to tie you up you’d be there for hours, the whole night even. Your head was in a haze and you desperately wanted to…to be touched, fucked, filled, anything other than being left….Before considering the consequences you jerked yourself out of his grip and sat up. Like a human possessed your hands wrapped around his neck vertebrae and slammed his back into the table, straddling him and breathing hard.

Slowly the haze cleared and you realized what you’d just done. Edge stared at you, evidently too in shock to react. Your hands withdrew from his neck and your eyes widened. “Papyrus, I’m so sorry, I just-….are you o-” You stopped suddenly.

His cheekbones were bright red and he was staring at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. His mouth was open slightly. Was he….that wasn’t rage in his eyes, that was….You felt something warm and solid press on your bare thigh and your cheeks went red.

“Paps, are you-” You backed off a bit. Sure enough, a solid crimson glow in the crotch of his pants. Holy shit. “You like this?”

“N-NO!” The flush darkened more of his skull and he gave you a withering glare. “I-I WAS MERELY COLLECTING MYSELF TO PUNISH YOUR IMPUDENCE!” He still hadn’t sat up though.

“Really?” You smirk, circling a single finger around the glow. There was a moaning sound that he fought hard not to release from his throat. “Cause, uh-” You shifted your hand to press your palm down on it, and there was no restraining the groan that came from deep in his chest. “This tells a different story.”

“H-HOW DARE Y-” You scooted up to sit on his rib cage and pin his wrists behind his head, quickly tying them with the same rope he used on you. The words died in his mouth as he watched you, teeth parted in a gape-mouthed stare. You giggle  at his expression and kiss his forehead chastely.

“Aw,” You scooted down, slipping off the table and crouching between his legs. “but I was taught to pleasure my Master’s cock.” You tugged his pants down. His length slipped out, already mostly stiff. “And I have to show you I’m ready to be a good human~”

“I SWEAR, I’LL GET LOOSE AND-!”

“That’s not the safeword, sweetie.” You purred, and before he could speak you wrapped your lips around the head and suckled it.

Words of protest were soon drowned in desperate moans. You lavished his dick with sloppy kisses and kitten licks, maintaining as much eye contact as you could. You worried the piercings with your tongue and occasionally you took the full thing in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and deepthroating it a couple times but always stopping when he started bucking his hips into it. Fuck, you thought you’d never see anything hotter than him domming the hell out of you, but his wails of frustration and pleasure might just top it. You hadn’t even touched yourself and you were getting wet.

“You love this, don’t you?” You said in a low tone, just loud enough for him to hear. You wrapped your hands around his shaft and pumped up and down, smirking as his body contorted. “You like being topped, Papy.”

He gasped, and you knew it wasn’t just from the handjob when he looked down at you in horror.

“Oh, you thought I didn’t know about your little nickname?” You traced his pelvic wings while the other continued stroking his dick. “Nah, Sans told me. Its cute.” You kissed the tip of his cock, making damn sure he saw you lick the precum dripping from it off your lips as he whined, desperate for more. “Just like you~”

You let go of him, making him squirm, but you climbed on the table and straddled his hips again. You cupped his face, momentarily dropping your newly assumed role. “You doing alright? I can stop if you want.”

He was breathing hard, face as red as his scarf, and he seemed to struggle to find words. You considered repeating the question or even stopping altogether before he spoke, voice hoarse and thick with hunger. 

“G-GREEN.”

Green. Keep going. You grinned wide and kissed his cheek. “Alright, Papy.”

He blushed harder at the name and looked ready to complain but you had already settled back and started giving his dick a few more strokes to get it as erect as you could, the other hand going to tease your entrance and make sure you were ready for him. It didn’t take long for either of you, and soon you were lowering yourself onto him with please moans, growing louder as the piercings slid in. After a few seconds to adjust, you start rocking yourself back and forth, raising and lowering yourself.

The two of you were lost in the sensations. Papyrus couldn’t keep a handle on himself, giving himself fully to the pleasure, only occasionally mouthing what you swore was “more” and “please”. Never one to disappoint your boyfriend, you readily complied with his silent begging. It felt so  good, not only to get the satisfaction you’d been craving, but being able to set the pace for once.

“F….Fuch, ah, Papy…..” you said, hips bucking faster as you came closer to your climax. “Fuuuuck you….you look….s-so good like this….”

His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out, and his eyelights were getting hazy, sure signs he was close. You’d never seen him so…undone. Completely engulfed by the physical pleasure, helpless and loving it. It drove you on.

“P-Papy, I’m gonna….I’m-!” You came, a deep moan pulling out of your chest as you tossed your head back, bracing your hands on the table as you came, orgasm waves seizing your body. You clenching around him drove him to the very edge, and as you were riding out the aftershocks his back arced and he screamed your name. You felt his cock swell and unload deep inside of you, making you whine in approval.

You rode him a little longer till you were sure he was down from his high and climbed off him. Your muscles ached and you just collapsed next to him on the table, absently hoping no cum dripped out of you. He’d kill you later for staining the wood.He was breathing too hard for coherency, and as his magic dissolved you untied his wrists.

“You. Are. Incredible.” You kiss his cheekbone as you toss the rop to the side. The flustered look returned and he wrapped his arms around you as he rolled onto his side, grumbling softly. 

You cuddled into his chest, stroking his spine. He relaxed against you, breathing slowly returning to a steadier pace.

“You sure you’re okay?” You say. “That wasn’t too far, was it?”

“TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS AND I WILL LOCK YOU IN THE BASEMENT FOR A WEEK.” His tone is stern, but you can tell there’s no real venom behind it.

“I’d expect nothing less from the Great and Terrible Papyrus.” You kiss his jaw. It earns you a pinch on the hip but you swear there’s an affectionate smile on his face before he buries his face in your hair.

There’s a few more moments of silence, as you feel the exhaustion creeping up your body. As your eyes start to drift him closed, you hear him say (in a tone so low he seems almost to hope you won’t hear it) “….CAN…..CAN WE DO IT AGAIN SOMETIME?”

You grin faintly, ducking into his shoulder so he won’t see it. “Of course.” You kiss his neck as you feel him drift into sleep. “Papy.”