Slasher x Reader Drabbles & Imagines ||Requests Open||

🔪~Whip it Out~🔪

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Aha- see what I did there- Whip it Out. I'm so funny.

On a not-so-funny note I'm pretty sure I fucked up my arm and wrist pretty good by... writing... even typing this right now is a struggle. My right arm is having muscle spasms at my upper arm and my wrist, which is prone to problems is being a little bitch and well not working.

I do not think I am going to be posting anything else tonight since I don't wanna risk doing any more harm to my hand. Bc I need that... I guess if y'all want an update I can update tomorrow and see if my body decides to cooperate. 

Anyway, enjoy this short thing I made using a kink generator since my brain is short-circuiting rn and I can't seem to write shit.

A smile was plastered on your lips as you admired your work. Bo was bound before you, his knees digging into the mattress beneath him while his hands were tightly secured to the headboard in front of him. His back and behind were red small welts forming from where you had struck him with the whip you held in your hands.

"That all you got?" He asked shifting his erection hanging between his legs pre dripping onto the mattress.

You chuckled bringing your arms up and then down. A loud slapping noise was quickly followed by a moan. Bo's back arched beautifully his head thrown back as pain flared across his body a red strip forming running up his delicate skin. "Fuck, that's good," He mumbled his chin making contact with the soft sheet covering the bed.

"Bitch," he called his voice breaking as you once again stuck him catching him off guard. Starting up you hit him a few times in a quick succession watching Bo's body jump and contort with every hit.

A quiet whimper left his throat when you paused, his wrists pulling on his bindings. His length was painfully flushed you noted setting the whip Bo had insisted on buying down moving next to him where he lay.

Your hands worked undoing the knots keeping him in place his hands immediately reaching out for you. Bo gripped onto you his breathing shaky and his face flushed. "Such a good boy." you praised not missing the far-off look in Bo's eyes that usually appeared when the man suggested relinquishing control to you.

Fingers dancing down Bo's torso made the man's breath hitch his face nestling into the crook of your neck. Wrapping your fingers around his length you gave the appendage a tug the groan that spilled from your lover's mouth spurring you to move faster.

Satisfied you watched Bo's face contort his body stiffening causing the welts in his back to ache all the more. With a broken moan, he came. Pulling your hand away you wiped it on your pants ridding yourself of his access fluids before carefully maneuvering him to his front once again.

His body sagged too tired to protest as you dragged a wet cloth along his back being mindful and watching for when his body would tense or his breathing stuttered.

After patching Bo up you moved him onto his side once again cuddling up next to him. Bo didn't need any go-ahead as he draped his arm over your side curling into you as he buried his face in your chest.