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he changes your mind
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John Price has been trying his best to convince you to let him give you a baby. After learning about his willingness to make sacrifices for you and your family, you decide to grant his wish.
MDNI/18+
TW: breeding, pregnancy, explicit sex
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51167794
Be sure to stop by my archive for more COD fics and to view my completed Kinktober collection, "Gauntlet".
John Price was smiling again. His cheeks were crushed up underneath his pale blue eyes, full of wonder and searing joy. The creases at the edges of his lashes cut and folded like the beginnings of an origami crane along his temple, and even though they did the same folds every single time, your heart skipped a beat when you saw them. The beard that lay flat and smooth around his mouth stretched with his smile, broad and keen. Sincere. Innocent and pure. And his laugh sent a knife right through your belly, melting down inside of you like coffee too hot, letting you feel your shapes and holes and secrets all the way down until you couldn’t breathe until he laughed again. Desperate for it. You wanted to rip it from him and keep it inside of you instead so you could tap into that bliss like an addict. You wanted a button to push to force it out of him so you could hear the sound in your darkest days, using him to turn on the light. 
To make matters worse, he was holding a baby.
He was making you want one. In fact, he was making you want him to put one inside of you. His baby. One of your very own. One with blue eyes that crinkled at the edges like shining cellophane. 
You resisted the pull like a yearling in a harness. You wanted to buck against it and kick it in the teeth. You didn’t want a child. John was always gone - mission after mission - and you weren’t willing to raise a whole person by yourself. You could do it, but you wouldn’t. That wasn’t fair. A child needs their guardian, and when your guardian was the guardian of the world…how could you come first?
So, you boxed it up and put it away in you with the rest of your ghosts. You haunted yourself with it sometimes. When you scrolled through your online purchases of milk and bread, sometimes it would suggest baby formula to add to your cart, as if, subtly suggesting like a mother-in-law, you were missing something important. But, you kept busy. You worked hard, you traveled, you spent time with friends. You loved John dearly, and you craved him more and more every day. You were happy, as happy as anyone should have the right to be. Why should you be entitled to open a box you had no business opening?
But, there it was, down from the attic of your mind again and cracked open in the foyer of your frontal cortex, waiting for you to pluck from it a warm, writhing little bundle that needed you to hold it and kiss it and tell it how to drive a manual transmission. A Janice or an Eric or a Persephone - someone new for the world to put through its horrors. Someone to catch a cold, to have their heart broken, to lose their job. Someone new to put you and John in matching coffins and lower you down into matching holes where you’d be covered and buried in the same place from whence they’d come. Entropy. 
You watched as John crooked his elbow just so, supportive and careful, his massive form suddenly as agile as an arching ballerina, holding the bottle and the towel and the someone new as gently as a leaf holds the dew in the mornings in the spring.
You were wet. Your heart and your womb were fully committed to the bit. Some ancient bacteria that divided for the first time back when you were just primordial soup had optimized you for just this moment. It was lying in wait for John Price to crane his neck down to leave little chirping kisses on the softest pink cheek and then to smile when it garnered its reaction. That instinctual drive revved inside of you when he wiped away a stray drop of milk from a grinning toothless mouth. A mouth that would learn how to give kisses right back one day and beg you for them. 
The way your hands clenched around your arms was going to leave a bruise. 
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“Such a cute lad, aye?” John commented, driving you down the dark road to your home. 
“Gaz sure has his hands full,” you nodded.
“He’ll make it work. It always works itself out, right?” He was suggestive, and you weren’t about to have that.
“If it did, we wouldn’t need the orphanages.”
He was silent. The battle you had just won meant little to the war that raged on in the silence between you.
“I asked Laswell for the hiatus.”
“What?”
“You said that you needed me here. No more away missions. No more black sites. And you said we’d discuss it.”
“I said we might discuss - ”
“No, you said you needed those to happen, and I made them happen. She wrote up the paperwork. When I sign it, I’m here, for good. I’m a full on intel analyst. And it’s a pay raise,” he raised his volume, and his knuckles were white around the steering wheel.
“Okay,” you said.
“Okay? What does that mean?”
“It means okay. We can try, okay?”
“Don’t play with me, pumpkin. I can’t - ”
You put your hand on his thigh and squeezed it, giving him a soft smile. 
“I said okay.”
He drove faster. He barely stopped at stop signs. He parked in the gravel instead of pulling under the carport. He opened your door and nearly pulled you out. 
With his hand at the small of your back, he walked you to the front door, keys jangling loudly in his hand, the tip of the key scraping at the edges of the lock like a dog at the door, clamoring to get in. The door cracked. You were inside before you knew it. The keys fell to the floor and the door slammed shut behind you. John scooped you up and kicked in the panel to your bedroom. He fell on top of you, kissing you roughly, like he had mere minutes to spare. Your blood was rushing, pounding in your ears, and you could feel how heavy his breaths were as his chest pushed and pulled inside of himself.
“John. Jo- Hey, John. Wait - ”
John stopped, his hands stuffed under your dress, fingers looped in your panties, frozen in place like you had paused time itself. He didn’t look up at you. His head stayed down, and he waited for you to do something about it. 
You grabbed his cheeks and forced him to meet your eyes,
“What’s wrong?” You asked in a whisper.
“Please, sweetheart,” John’s eyes held within them a fragile prayer, “Let me give you a baby. I want to see you hold her inside, right here,” he kissed your belly as he raised up your dress, “I want to see you in her face when she smiles and laughs.”
You smiled at him, petting his hair, enjoying his kisses,
“How do you know it’ll be a girl?”
He scoffed, kissing you further down, peeling the panties away as he had first intended, 
“Just let me dream, alright? You said you would try.”
His hot mouth covered your clit and suckled against it with a renewed hunger. You tried to respond,
“Mm, I will, John. We’ll try.”
“We’re going to try right now.” 
His fingers spread you apart and he began to fuck you deeply on his hand, licking you apart at the seams, letting your binds and ties melt like sugar on his tongue, freeing you from the confines of the world around you, ripping you from reality and dragging you with him into his primal wonderland. You could feel his fingers stretching up, deeper than he usually did, feeling around for the soft roundness of the entrance to your womb. He found it and circled around it, as if mapping it for himself, visualizing it and teasing himself with all of its possibilities. It made you squirm, and he sucked harder, cowing you into submission with an orgasm, which you gasped out in shock. You’d been struggling to hold it together since Nova’s baby shower, and you were desperate for relief. That relief hit you like a truck, and you came hard enough to see stars in the dim light of your bedroom.
As soon as John felt you clench around his hand, he fucked you harder, adding a finger and curling them into you, stretching you to fit his thickness. He had his length out and ready at your entrance faster than you thought was physically possible, spitting down onto himself and positioning himself inside your folds, ready to commit. 
Then, for all of his anxious hurry, he stopped, as if he was missing something. He looked at you, concerned and needy, still fully clothed and unable to think straight. He looked lost. You held his hips in your hands and coaxed him forward,
“It’s okay, John. C’mon, let’s try.”
You thought he might break down and cry from the relief that washed over him. It was like you’d pulled a burning arrow from his heart. He sank into you like a stone in a lake, quick and sure, wet and eager. 
“Oh, fuuuuuck!” John shouted. It was loud enough that you wondered briefly about your neighbors. 
He fell on top of you, crawling over you with his hulking arms, prowling up to kiss your neck like a horny teenager, full of the same level of vigor. His thrusts were deep - deeper than usual - as if he was searching out that smoothness of your anatomy, looking for his target. You canted your hips downward to help him find it. When he did, you both groaned for each other. 
"That's it, my sweet girl," he rubbed your clit in gentle circles, sending you back into orbit, "I'm so fuckin' ready to see my baby in you. Fuck! I can't wait."
The way his cock throbbed with each of his thrusts was sending you into a sort of trance. Your pussy felt stuffed, like it was struggling around his fat cock, bending and pulling at its walls to allow him to fit. His kisses were formless and weak, but his hips were merciless in their pounding. The two divergent sensations forced a rift in your mind, and your pleasure stretched to meet his fierce and gentle need. You felt the wave-like tingle of your recent orgasm tumbling in the back of your mind, threatening to rise again to crash upon your shore, growing with each pull of his rocking rhythm. 
"Feel so good," he confessed in your ear, "Letting me give this to you, do this for you. Like heaven, love."
You encouraged the motion of his body with your hands, touching the snapping, ferocious muscles of his spread back, digging your nails into his furry skin when he angled himself just so, casting spell after spell to hypnotize you into pliant submission. Then, he quickened, panting, pleading, whispering his pleas over and over to you or to God, you couldn’t tell. He was making you feel like one and the same. His voice cracked,
"Bloody hell, I can't hold it back. Goddamnit. I'm - ahhh!"
When he filled you, and he damn well filled you, he held himself tightly pressed to your womb’s gate like he would be washed away at sea, gripping your body like a lifeline. He reached beside you for his pillow and shoved it under your hips, groaning and panting as he came down from his high, one-track minded. John kept his cock in you like a seal, holding you there much longer than usual. As you regained your senses and your ability to form words, you looked up at him and asked,
“John, what are you doing?”
“Shh, just wait. I want to make sure it’s there. Has to be deep enough for you, love.”
He kissed you again, using his long tongue to lick all the way into your mouth, still desperate and devout. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was weeks away from your ovulation window. Maybe you would just keep that to yourself.
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Alastor - [ ELATION ]
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A/N: This was originally an nsfw quick thought but it spiraled out of control so I guess it's a story sneak peak now?!…
WARNINGS: [ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM READER ]
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You look down on him. Pure joy on your face as he kneels, sitting there at your feet, and all at his will.
It feels so odd but intoxicating. You, so much smaller than him, who can only harness half the power he holds and are seen by everyone as the softest being ever to grace the hotel halls. You, an almost picture-perfect doll many thought fell from heaven, towering over one of the most feared overloads without a hint of fear in you.
Alastor at your whim, willingly, and all because you flattered him with your existence. So polite, so sweet, and so daring. You were fragile and fearless, an ordinary sinner who had him wrapped around her little finger within minutes of your first meeting.
And you knew it.
You knew it and you used it against him shamelessly.
One look from your doe-like eyes and he felt incapable of refusing any wish you asked of him.
It gave you a rush, confidence even, and boosted your hidden ego, knowing you could crumble such a powerful demon to his knees so quickly. The slight smile you'd learned to showcase daily became a grin looking down on him now, in the confines of his room, in the dead of night…
You'd come to him for attention, and though he was busy preparing the script for his next broadcast, he immediately disregarded it as you waltzed into his space.
“Hm, seems you missed me a lot, Al,” you teased him with a giggle, perching yourself on the sofa he'd just been lounging on himself and lowering your gaze as he crouched his taller frame before you.
A true gentleman….acting without being told to.
How sweet….
“My dear,” he addresses you quietly, smile ever present as you tipped his head up with your stocking-clad foot; the soft black fabric reached your thighs, drawing his attention to the exposed skin above it as you playfully nudged his chin to refocus his wandering gaze.
“My eyes are up here, sir. Don't you know it's impolite to gawk at a lady?” You flash a closed-eye smile while chastising him, crossing one leg over the other as he looks upon your face, but he finds it incredibly hard to leave it there as the silk of your nightgown shifts with your every move.
Alastor could easily rip it off, pin you down, and take what he wanted from you.
Use you for all your worth and dare you to run as he did…
He had the power to but basked in your control instead, loving the trivial games you'd play with his undead heart and undeniably amused by your confidence to do so.
You didn't need his affections, his ownership, or permission.
Protection or popularity wasn't your prerogative either…
You needed nothing from the feared Radio Demon…
Not a single thing…
But you would damn sure take everything from him.
“What is it that you desire, sweetheart? Tell me, and it's yours…” Alastor felt his chest lose all its air as you giggled again, humming quietly, hearing his offer and only answering him when you'd taken an excellent, sultry look at him.
“Anything?” you question him, reaching out to gently pet his ears, brushing the same delicate fingers through his town-toned hair a couple of times before tracing over his hidden antlers. Alastor felt an invisible shiver rack his body as you toyed with the familiar areas, aware of their sensitivity but selfishly stimulating them to get his reactions.
“Anything…you want..” the stag groaned lowly, smile growing tight as you massage his right ear before switching to the other and using that hold to drag him closer while uncrossing your legs. He obediently leaned in, the subtle scent of your aroused heat stirring a dormant hunger in him instantly and the plushness of your thighs fitting perfectly into his clawed hands as he reached for you.
You moaned quietly as he dragged his claws over your skin, careful not to rip your stockings, panting heavily against your clothed cunt like a starved man.
It'd been days since he last tasted you, had his fill of your cunt that you so graciously allowed him access to, and Alastor had long forgotten how to mask his greed for it…
He saw no point in hiding his craving when you came to him in a state like this. Demanding and desperate, just the same as he was.
“So…” you sighed in delight as he nuzzled his head closer, blood-red eyes drifting up to meet yours as you continued to speak, “…you’ll help me fall asleep then? One last time…”
A lie.
You both knew you'd return to him for all your needs, desires, and troubles.
“One last time “ meant nothing to Alastor and even less to you.
“Of course, I will, my darling…” he let the static drop from his voice, admiring how your small canines dug into your bottom lip, eyes lidding over with unmistakable pleasure.
That was all you needed to hear from Alastor, voicing no refusal as he shifted closer to your heart and moaned loudly as he passed his tongue over your clothed heat once, then twice before ripping it away with his sharp teeth.
You jolted from sudden action, not startled by Alastors microaggressions and rather proud of yourself for causing such a ravenous reaction. “Careful, or you might hurt me, Al…” you feigned concern, petting his head gently as a lazy smile tugged at your lips, and said deer demon responded to your coy reprimand by slowly lapping at your folds.
“Oh, mmm…” Your back arched from the velvet cushions you sat against, hands fisting the fabric of his red dress shirt as he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs, effectively keeping you still.
His grip was bruising, a normal pain you'd come to expect since you tended to struggle to tease his efforts at pleasing you, but your little habit persisted.
“Y-you think- ahm…you think you deserve this?… To have me…t-to get anything you want…ah…” you writhed in his hold, glaring at him vengfully despite drowning in a pool of ecstasy everytime he passed his unruly tongue over entrance. Alastor chuckled at your brazen remarks, reveling your warmth as he switched between teasing your clit and exploring your inner walls, and you lost your breath from the familiar pattern.
He knew you inside and out, committed your every reaction to memory, and thrived off seeing your tender body betray your power-hungry mentality.
Your thighs trembled as his tongue slithered deeper into your cunt, leaving no inch of it unexplored while his gaze remained on your flushed face. He couldn't look away, not when you threw your head back before letting out a string of whimpers, blinking back tears as your hips rolled closer to his face.
He had you now, legs shaking, and your count steadily streaming a mix of his saliva and your cum.
He had you, and there wasn't a thing you could do to stop him.
You'd asked for it…
“Earn it…earn me…Alastor,” you praised his efforts through grateful moans, vibrating with pleasure as the coil in your stomach curled itself impossibly tight the longer he feasted on your cunt. Stars dotted your vision as your high approached, his distorted groans and deathly grip coaxing it.
Blood trickled on your thighs, his nails gradually digging deeper into the fabric covering them, but you refused to care as Alastair brought you over the edge.
“That's enough..” you whine as his tongue swirls inside of your cunt, leaving nothing to waste as you come down from your high. He didn't relent to the ministrations, overstimulating you on purpose, and you tugged one of his ears roughly to correct him. Alastor grunted in pain, grimacing at you as he backed away from your entrance slowly, “What a violent little thing you are.” He chastises you, eyes narrowing as a huff leaves your lips, “And you're an arrogant son of a bitch…” you snap back childishly.
His eyes glow bright red at your snarky remark, smile widening as you follow it up with an innocent smile. No one but you could get away with talking to him that way, smug and inconsequential.
Indeed, Alastor would find a way to fuck the meaning of genuine fear into you…
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This was literally a drabble…ughh my writers block is actually debilitating atp… :(
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bakugosatoru · 4 months
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My Hero Academia Boys in Bed
Male Characters
Requests Open!
Warnings: Explicit (Minors don't interact) Genre: Smut Fic Type: Headcannons Fandom: My Hero Academia
Authors Note: I am MORE than happy to write these for other characters so please send requests on who you want to see! I'm trying to write a longer Hawks x Dabi smut fanfiction but its not coming together like I wanted so this is my way to at least share something so I don't loose my mind!
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Izuku
If he's the dominant one:
- All he cares about is your pleasure - Prefers positions where he can see your face as he loves peppering it with kisses while he thrusts deep inside of you. - Foreplay, foreplay, foreplay - If he gets the time, he will tease you for hours. - All he wants is to get you whining his name. - The aftercare is next level, baths, snacks, movies, you name it, he's got it ready. - "That's it baby, you take me so well, so good for me."
If your the dominant one:
- Whining - Wants more than anything to be a good boy for you. - The biggest praise kink in the universe. - Loves to cry and beg while you make him feel good. - Gets overstimulated so easily but loves it. - Afterwards all he wants is cuddles and to be told he did a good job. - "Fuck baby, it feels so good... you make me feel so good. Wanna be your toy, be so good for you"
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Bakugo
If he's the dominant one:
- He is BIG - The first time you slept together, he was barely able to get it all the way in. - That doesn't stop him from fucking you into the mattress though. - Hard Dom, but massive on communication, so you bet all your kinks are talked out before AND after. - Favorite position is Doggy, he loves to see the moment your arms give out and you fall face first into the mattress so he can fuck you even harder. - Loves to see you cry in pleasure. - He loves wiping your tears as he roughly fucks you, knowing he's the only one who gets to see you like this. - "Does it feel that good baby? Feel how fucking deep I am? You can take it, I know you can"
If your the dominant one:
- The biggest brat in the universe. - Loves to rile you up until your forced to pin him to the bed and put him in his place. - He is LOUD - Loud as in 'Shove his face in a pillow to muffle his moans or you'll wake the whole dorm' loud. - Will never admit it but loves to be edged. Being pushed to the edge of cumming over and over and having to beg to finally cum. - Loves it when you tie his arms behind his back so he's fully at your mercy. - "Baby fuck- please. It hurts please can I cum, i'll be good, i'll be so good please."
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Todoroki
If he's the dominant one:
- Rope bondage fiend - Loves NOTHING more than having you tied up for him. - Will spend hours, weaving intricate harnesses and suspension set up for you. - While he does that he is the softest, most doting boyfriend in the world, making sure none of the ropes are too tight and that your comfortable - But after he's finished? He goes feral - Fucks you so roughly, sometime you can barely walk the next day. - Leaves bruises on your hips from gripping so hard and litters your neck in hickeys. - "You look so good tied up for me honey, just made for me. You were made for me..."
If your the dominant one:
- Just wants to leave everything in your hands - Is willing to try anything you think he might enjoy, he loves nothing more than to be totally at your mercy - For such a quiet person, he babbles mindlessly when your in control - All he wants to do is cry your name and tell you how amazing it feels. - You gagged him once, but you missed his pleading so much you quickly decided you preferred to hear his voice. - "Oh my god angel you feel amazing, I love you, I love you, it feels so good please don't stop. Don't stop"
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Denki
If he's the dominant one:
- I don't even know if we can call him dominant - This man does not fuck, he makes love and nothing else. - All he wants is to hold you tightly while he fucks into you. - Missionary with him is the most loved you've ever felt, his arms around you, him whispering in your ear how much he loves you while he slowly thrusts himself deep into you. - But don't get me wrong, he will go rough if you ask him too. - He loves to make you ride him, before grabbing your hips and thrusting up into you until you collapse onto his chest. - "God your so beautiful, i want to stay inside you forever. You feel like heaven baby."
If your the dominant one:
- Just wants to be pegged - Seriously, you want to make him happy? Let him ride your strap on while telling him how good of a boy he is. - He wont actually short-circuit but god will it look like it. - His eyes glazed over as he whines helplessly, desperate to cum. - You usually end up taking pity on him and flip him so he's under you so you can fuck him until he finally cums. - "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please baby, need to cum so bad, wanna cum for you. Please?"
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Kirishima
If he's the dominant one:
- The biggest out of all the guys. - Took you three separate attempts to get it all inside and it felt like it was splitting you open. - Kiri held you and kissed your forehead as you adjusted to him. - "Shh, I know honey, just relax, i'll go slow I promise" - When he finally got it all in, he was gentle, making sure to check in as he slowly fucked you, rearranging your organs in the process. - He kissed away your tears and helped you get used to the stretch. When you finally got used to it and gave him the okay, he started to fuck you slowly and hard. - He will not cum unless you have cum at least twice before him. - He will also happily go down on you for as long as you like to help you relax or just prepare for his size. - "How the fuck are you so tight angel, god your squeezing the life outta me"
If your the dominant one:
- Loves to be tied up - Will absolutely loose his mind if you tie him up and just slowly ride him - He loves begging to touch you, or for you to touch him. - Always wants to be holding you, so if you want to punish him, just don't let him and he will melt in your hands. - "Please baby, I just want to touch you, please... fuck you feel so good"
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Hawks
If he's the dominant one:
- If you dont end up quivering from overstimulation by the end of it, he wont be satisfied. - He loves to use his wings in the bedroom. Whether his feathers are ghosting over your skin or holding you down, he knows exactly how to use them. - He always want you to sit on his face, he loves to squeeze your hips as you whimper and rock back and forth, riding his mouth. - The best at dirty talk, this man is loud in the bedroom, moaning in your ear, telling you how good you are for him. He can't help it. - Another big fan of missionary, loves to cup your face as he thrusts into you, whispering about how amazing you feel. - "Fuck baby, this pussy was just made for me huh? You like how I feel inside you?"
If your the dominant one:
- After a long day of having to be a confident, powerful hero; all he wants is to be taken care of by you. - He will happily sit, his hands cuffed to the headboard as you slowly ride him to make him feel good. - A slut for overstimulation. Make him cum until he cries and he'll be like putty in your hands. - Wants nothing more than for you to take him apart, break him down to the bone, and put him back together again. - "Fuck baby its so much, I don't think I can cum again, god you feel so good around me... shit-"
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borathae · 5 months
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"He asked for two things. Your strap and to be treated with care. You can't say no to him. Not when he looks so adorable with his pretty, sparkly doe eyes gazing at you and his dainty, little waist fitting perfectly between your fingers."
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, winter holiday!AU, Smut, BDSM
Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, he makes her cum against her will (with consent obviously), and she gives him some spanks as "punishment", that's the only rougher part 'cause otherwise this story is very soft, he dresses up for her in a jockstrap & leather harness, he also wears bunny ears & a tail buttplug, emotionally intense love making, Lotus position, pegging, praise, good boy kink, she calls him slut but in an adoring way, loving dirty talk, voice kink, rimjob, face sitting, oral (f.receiving), 69nin, handjob, nipple play & sucking for both, nipple clamps with chains + choker, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), his orgasms are very intense, he's deep in subspace, subby boy tears, the softest aftercare, they're in love and kinky
Wordcount: 8.5k
a/n: i wanna give him the world. he is my babyboy and i wanna coddle him and love him and give him all the attention in the world! my cutie pookie :( enjoy besties, i fucking love him 🤍 ps: these are two ideas from Kinktober 22 which i turned into one ruining smut :(
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You and Jungkook were on vacation. It was a cold destination this time around. Canada in the winter. Jungkook rented a cozy wooden lodge with a view of the mountains and lakes. The bedroom was located at the best spot of the house with one wall being entirely made out of glass and a view of the starry sky. You could also close the blinds, so you and Jungkook have been sleeping in on most days. 
Work has been left behind in Seoul. Jungkook didn’t even take his work phone nor laptop with him and you didn’t even think twice about packing your study books. 
You have been neglecting each other lately, not willingly, but because life is stressful and cruel. So you swore to each other to make this holiday about two things. Nourishing your relationship and relaxing. Both things have been going splendidly. 
You sleep in, cuddle and make out, go for breakfast in the resort’s restaurant, either go skiing or use the resort’s thermal spas and then let the evening play out however you feel like. 
Tonight you felt like going to bed with a good horror book and Jungkook felt like using the bathtub. The book is amazing. It’s scary and totally captivates you.
The bedroom door opens, in steps Jungkook.
“I’m back.”
You don’t notice him at first as the book completely engrosses you. 
Jungkook struts to your side of the bed and stops. 
“Hello”, he coos.
No reaction from you. You are completely lost.
He huffs out air and pouts. He really wants your attention.
He tries by calling your name, then your petname. Both don’t work.
“Mommy?” he tries next, tapping your shoulder.
“Yes Bunny?” your attention is on him instantly. You look at him, “oh wow.” 
Jungkook is wearing a skin-tight jock strap in white which truly accentuates the shape of his dick. He paired it with a white leather torso harness and a pair of nipple clamps. Silver chains are tangling from them, connecting with a white leather collar which he seemed to have pulled tight enough that he naturally holds his head high. 
“Bunny…” you choke out, placing the book aside without bothering to use a bookmark. Yes, this is how truly mesmerised your sweet husband has you. 
A pair of floppy bunny ears is tangling from his head. Jungkook turns for your viewing pleasure, revealing his plump buttocks and the fluffy bunny tail between them. Judging from its position, it’s attached to a buttplug.
“Holy shit Bunny, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you gasp and get on your knees, reaching for him greedily. 
Jungkook turns again, allowing you to pull him closer by his waist. 
“Bunny. Oh my god, Bunny.” 
He giggles, pulling a little pose.
“Do you like it?”
“Do I like it? Of course I like it. I, I fucking love it. Holy shit, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you babble, running your hands all over him. His hips, his waist and stomach, his sides and chest, his arms and shoulders. You can’t get enough of him.
Jungkook tingles from the touches, watching you with half-lidded eyes. This is the kind of attention he wanted from you. All of it and all of it and all of it. He’s so greedy for it.
“You look so handsome. Oh Bunny. Is that what you were up to? Did you even take a bath?”
“No”, Jungkook confesses and snickers, “I lied so I could prepare the surprise.”
“Wow, you’re such a sneaky Bunny. I never would have figured. Gosh look at your ears”, you say, playing with them carefully, "I’m gonna burst, this is the cutest thing ever. You’re my actual Bunny now."
“Mh-hm I am”, Jungkook says, and gets on bed. He does a little bunny jump, making you laugh with it. He laughs himself, doing it again with a cute butt wiggle at the end. 
“You’re too adorable. Oh my goshyoucutieyou”, you lull your words as you press them out through gritted teeth. You squish his cheeks, frowning deeply, “I’m gonna squish you to death”, you growl, acting as if you were squeezing his face even if you apply not an ounce of pressure. The cuteness aggression is hitting you hard. You love this man so abysmally much that you are angry. 
“Mommy, stop it”, Jungkook giggles, stubbing your palm with his nose.
“No, you stop it. You’re so handsome and cute that it’s making me mad.”
“No Mommy, don’t be mad at me”, Jungkook pleads and pouts. 
“You’re so cute. Fuck, I’m done for”, you say, dropping into your pillow with your arm thrown over your eyes, “I need a minute. You’re too much.” 
Jungkook feels so good that it gets difficult to stay still in one place. He wants to bounce around and giggle. It feels so good to be your husband! 
Jungkook loves your attention so much. You give the best reactions to his surprises. Jungkook always imagines how you may react to them, but then you always surpass it. He won’t ever grow tired of being your only center of attention and praise and heart eyes. All of it. Jungkook wants all of it. 
He bounces on the mattress in little movements, closing in on you that way until he can climb on your lap and place his hands on each side of your head. 
You drop your arm from your eyes, looking up at him. The bunny ears tangle, the chains of the nipple clamps do as well. The contrast between his cute headgear and the sexy nipple accessories makes you weak in the knees. And that says a lot because you are currently lying down.
You reach up and twirl the chains. Jungkook shifts, feeling the slight tug. It tingles like crazy.
“What am I supposed to do with you, mhm?” you speak to him in your fond Dom voice. 
Jungkook loves this voice so much, fighting the urge to moan like you trained him to do. Not willingly of course, but Jungkook realised that whenever you talk in this voice and he makes pretty sounds, you praise him even better. 
“You’re looking so cute with your little bunny ears, but then you're dressed like such a slut.”
Jungkook moans softly, arching his back.
“See? That’s what I mean. You’re such a cutie and yet you’re such a slut”, you coo and tug on the chain. 
“Mommy”, Jungkook is arching his back again, sticking out his butt. 
“Mhm, Bunny? What do you want me to do with you?”
“Peg me.”
“Peg you? Is that why you're wearing a pretty tail for me?” 
“Yes, Mommy. I, I cleaned out and then prepared myself for you”, he says and climbs off your lap just to turn around and show off his butt this way. He is resting on his feet, sticking out his butt as best as possible. He wiggles his hips, looking over his shoulder.
“Mhm look at you. The tail fits you so well Bunnybaby.” 
“It’s really deep, but not as deep as your cock could go”, he says and turns back to you. He sits in perfect posture, tilting his head to the side, which forces his bunny ears to flop cutely. He runs his hands up your body until he can rest them on each side of your head. He lowers himself, letting his pretty eyes run over your face, “I want your cock so bad, Mommy.”
You twist the sheets and speak through gritted teeth, “the things I want to do to you, holy shit.”
“Mommy…” Jungkook sighs and chases you. You tilt your head up, meeting him in the middle. The kiss feels so good to both of you. Moans mix with each other, lips know exactly how to move and your fingers dig into his dainty waist instantly. He fits so perfectly between your hands. His skin is soft and warm while the leather straps of the harness are rough. The contrast drives you crazy. He feels so fucking good to hold.
Jungkook mewls into your mouth. He lowers himself to his elbows just so he can be closer to you. His fingers shift from the pillow to the crown of your head, giving you a gentle yet greedy massage. Your touch feels so good. Jungkook became so needy as he prepared himself for you and now his skin is extra sensitive. He hopes that you never stop touching him.
You run your fingers from his waist to his buttocks, feeling them up greedily. The jockstrap pushes them up and makes them feel extra plumb. You need to squeeze them. Once. Twice. The desire is too big. You land a little spank with both hands. Just harsh enough that his butt wiggles.
Jungkook squeaks and flinches, breaking the kiss with a shy giggle.
“Mommy”, he gasps, scrunching his nose.
“My Bunny”, you rasp, gazing up at him as your fingers knead his buttocks, “my pretty, sexy Bunny.”
“Yeah, I’m your Bunny”, he says and cups your cheeks to pull you back into the kiss.
You allow him gladly, giving him a chance to think that he is controlling the kiss. He’s so good in showing you the tempo and level of passion he currently needs. You can busy yourself with feeling him up. That’s so much more fun either way. You intentionally leave out his tail for now, knowing that this will make him impatient in the long run. And when Jungkook gets impatient, he becomes a whiney, squirmy mess and you love that state of his'. You dance your hands to his hips and up his waist. Just to the middle of it, then you run them to his back to feel up the harness there. The straps and metal hooks are so hard in contrast to his soft, perfect body.
You linger especially long on the spot where four straps meet and create a small opening in the middle of them. It exposes Jungkook’s spine and you can’t stop tracing it and scratching his skin on each side of it.
Jungkook breaks the kiss after a few seconds, sighing his words, “this feels so good.”
“You’re so soft there.”
“Oh god”, he shudders, pressing himself closer, “Mommy, I want to be treated gently tonight.”
You smile, running your fingers to his neck just so you can play with his undercut.
“You’re my precious prince, Bunny. You can get whatever you want.”
“Then I want to be fucked and loved and, and get all your attention.”
“You’re already getting loved, Bunny”, you whisper, swirling your fingers to his shoulders, “and you’ve got all my attention”, you add as you feel up his choker until you reach the hook where the nipple chains connect with it.
“Then I want more. More and more”, he says, rolling his hips on your lap, “oh god”, he chokes out, chasing your lips. He is still talking as he is kissing you, resulting in messy, amazing kisses, “I’m imagining that your strap’s already there, Mommy. I want to be filled with you so bad.”
“You’re so greedy”, you chuckle fondly, kissing him back with your heart racing unbearably. Sometimes you wonder if there will ever come a day where it will beat a little less for him. You always come to the conclusion that there won’t ever come such a day. On the contrary, day by day, your heart is racing faster and faster for this man.
You trace the chains until you reach the clamps. You outline them, going slow and careful to make sure you remember the feel of them and get him squirmy in the process. And it works. Oh it works too well. Just moments later and Jungkook arches his back to get closer to your touch. The passionate kiss breaks because he needed to be whiney.
“My nipples are sensitive.”
“I know, Bunny”, you coo, flicking the small hoop which connects the chain to the clamps.
“Please touch them. I, I made the clamps tight for you.”
“For me?” still no touch. Just gentle play with the chains to give him a little stimulation.
“Yes to, ah”, he chases your lips, speaks as he does, “to make my nipples swollen for you.”
“You’re such a good boy, Bunny”, you praise, touching his waist. You give him a little push, forcing him to scoot back on your lap so you could sit up. He is taller than you like this, looking down at you with big, sparkly eyes and his hands on your shoulders.
You give him a fond smile and tug him closer, lowering your lips to his right nipple.
“Oh my god”, Jungkook gasps, throwing his hand over his mouth. Like this, his arm cages in your head, giving you a sense of comfort. He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning into his hand.
The nipple clamps grip most of his dainty nipples, leaving your mouth their very tip to explore. You don’t mind. This part has always been the most sensitive for Jungkook and you can wiggle your tongue between parts of the clamps as well to explore his heated up nipple.
His hips are squirmy on your lap, his back keeps chasing you in small arches.
You abandon his right nipple for the sake of his left. You don’t want it to feel left out. Jungkook wants all your attention and you are hellbent on giving it to him.
“Mommy, oh my god, you feel so good”, Jungkook moans, dropping his hand from his mouth to instead cradle the back of your head. He slings his other arm around you, hugging you gently. He buries his nose in the crown of your head, giving you small kisses between his needy moans. This is better than anything he could have imagined.
His cock is so hard in the jockstrap, his hole keeps clenching around the tail plug and reminding him how needy he is. Your tongue is lapping at his nipple, your lips are kissing it. You change between his left and right, making him wish that he could melt with you. It feels so good.
“Thank you, Mommy. You make me feel so good”, he mewls, trembling blissfully. 
His tail keeps poking your lap. You can’t feel its fluffiness as you are wearing sweats. It’s getting harder and harder to stay clothed. His body is burning up and it is torture not to feel his skin against yours.
“Shit, Bunny”, you lull against his chest, lapping at his nipple greedily, “I wanna feel your skin on mine. It gets so hard not to.”
“I can help you undress.”
“You’re such a good boy”, you croak and kiss his nipple one last time because then you lift your head and arms, “do it quickly.”
Jungkook follows obediently. He takes off your jumper, working carefully in order not to hurt your face. He throws it on the floor, letting his eyes run over the white tank top you are wearing. You are going braless and the top is cut in a way which makes your tits look especially pretty. Your nipples are poking through the material, making Jungkook gulp.
“Yes, the tanktop too”, you say, pulling him back to reality.
“Sorry, your tits look so good in the top”, he mumbles in a raspy voice and begins undressing you. It’s the voice he gets when you affect him deeply in a way other than your touches. When your looks and body mesmerise him and drive him crazy, he talks in this deep, raspy voice. You’re obsessed with it.
He throws the top on the floor and cups your breasts instantly, playing with your nipples gently. His palms feel warm and his skin soft. Jungkook has the most perfect hands, manly yet with the most tender of skin. His touch feels so good.
“Mommy, you’re so pretty”, he is back to whining. How adorable.
“Thank you, Bunny. You’re making me feel so good right now”, you say, arching into him.
“So pretty”, he whispers and leans down to suck on your nipples. He doesn’t stay on one for too long, sucking and licking them eagerly. It feels fantastic. His mouth is so incredibly warm and wet.
“Bunny, my pants”, you are sighing the words, ending it with a breathy chuckle, “focus for me, come on.”
“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I love your nipples so much”, he says, kissing your neck as an apology. You roll your head to the side, allowing him better access. He is purring as he kisses you, suckling on your skin every now and then to really make it tingle.
“You’re too greedy, Bunny.”
He giggles shyly, “sorry”, he mumbles, earning himself a little buttocks squeeze and a fond chuckle. He lifts his lips from your neck, crawling off your lap to take off your sweats. You lie down for it to make it easier for him, watching him with fond eyes.
Jungkook throws your sweats on the floor as well, running his eyes over your exposed body.
“Wow”, he whispers, touching your thighs, “Mommy, you are so beautiful.”
“Thank you, Bunnybaby”, you say fondly, wiggling your head into a more comfortable position. Like this, you are resting on two pillows, allowing you to see him better, “get on my lap and turn around for me.”
He follows without hesitation. He is resting on all fours, giving view to his bubble butt and the white fluffy tail between his buttocks.
“Closer.”
He listens, shimmying up your body until his knees are resting on each side of your waist and his toes almost touch your arms.
“There we go, I gotta really bask in you”, you praise, “the tail looks so real”, you say.
“I feel so pretty with it”, he confesses, gasping softly when he feels your fingertips dance up his inner thighs.
“You are so pretty with it, Bunny”, you say, feeling up the jockstrap on the spot where his balls meet his taint. He’s so hot to the touch.
Jungkook twists the sheets, moving his butt closer to you in reaction. The touch is just one small change away from where he needs it most. He is so desperate for more.
You touch the tail, give it a gentle squeeze and a little flick with your fingers. 
“So soft”, you say and laugh softly, “shit, it’s so cute how it’s just sitting there.”
“When you touch it, I feel it move”, he says and moans, “please Mommy, don’t tease me please.”
You wiggle his tail, making him press out another plea for more. He’s so pretty when he begs.
“Such a pretty tail”, you coo and grab it, “can Mommy take it out?”
“Yes Mommy, please”, he allows you, clenching his hole in excitement.
“It’s a shame to take it out though. You look so pretty with it”, you say and tug on it, purring in enjoyment when the plug starts slipping out without resistance. He’s so good for you, “no clenching. You’re seriously the best boy”, you say, rewarding him with a slow fuck. There’s the smallest natural resistance whenever you reach the girthiest part at the bottom, but it’s barely noticeable. Jungkook is stretched out so well for you.
“Oh god”, Jungkook gets out, placing his hands on your shins and arching his back. The plug is big enough that you are fucking it against his prostate and it feels like heaven to him. When he walked, he felt the plug shift inside him and said sensations continued as he sat on your lap and made out with you. It resulted in his prostate slowly getting more sensitive and for the current slow fuck to feel almost unbearable.
“It feels so good”, he moans, dropping his head. His floppy bunny ears tangle weakly, showing just how ruined you’ve got him.
“Come closer for me.”
Jungkook obeys.
“There we go, such a good boy”, you praise and reward him by pulling out the plug. His hole gapes for a second, before fluttering closed. Lube squeezes out and runs down to his balls, soaking the jockstrap in the process.
“Please back”, Jungkook begs, clenching his greedy hole. He spent so long being plugged up, that having nothing inside feels like agony.
“You weren’t lying, Bunny. This plug is huge”, you rasp, eyeing it hungrily. It is the perfect hybrid between plug and dildo. Three inches in length, shaped just like a cock with veins and a bulbous head, it ends in a girthy base and a smaller shaft where his rim sits. The white fluff of the tail is soaked in lube where it was pressed against his hole, “that must have made you so desperate. Mhm, Bunny?”
“Yes”, he mewls, arching his back to get closer to you, “please, Mommy don’t tease me please.”
“You’re cute”, you say and place the toy aside. You grab his buttocks and use your grip to pull him onto your face.
“Ah!” he squeaks, lifting himself quickly, “sorry!”
“You did the right thing. Fucking sit on me again”, you order him, tugging him down.
“Oh go-god”, he falls with a shaky moan, squeezing his thighs around your waist when his hole presses down on your tongue, “Mommy, thank you….”
You are sticking out your tongue, wrapping your arms around his middle to move his hips for him. His hole is grinding on the flat of your tongue, getting cleaned from the lube whilst at the same time burning up in pleasure. He tastes artificially sweet at first until his natural taste begins to linger on your tongue. You love it like nothing else, licking him greedily.
“Mommy”, he moans, falling into pleasure he thought never to experience. Which is quite ironic to say because you made him sit on your face a million times before. He should know how it feels to ride your face and yet he still can’t ever believe that it is happening when it does. It always feels like the first time, leaving him dizzy and short of breath.
“Fuck”, your growl vibrates against his sensitive rim, “you taste so good”, you get out and pull him back down, tightening your arms around him as your tongue begins lapping at his hole. It sounds wet and sloppy, feels like paradise.
Jungkook has to gasp and tremble. His hands slip from your legs against his will, forcing him to catch balance in the sheets. He grabs them and twists them, choking out your name while his nose scrunches up in pleasure. His legs are shaking. It’s embarrassing that they are so quick to shake, but it feels so good.
“I can’t get enough of you”, your voice is like electricity against his hole. It’s moments like this, when Jungkook is reminded that he has the biggest kink for your voice. He clenches his hole rhythmically, feeling you growl into him. His clenching intensifies, forcing you to break away, “relax for me. Come on, be my good boy.”
He obeys instantly. He can’t be a bad boy when you’re talking like this. You slip your arms from his middle and place your hands on each of his buttocks, using the leverage to pull him apart. His hole – once so dainty and small – opens up and exposes itself to you. His rim looked so tiny at first, but reveals its true readiness the farther you part him. Jungkook sighs and trembles, letting you know how good it feels to be so freely exposed. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about being so vulnerably open in front of you. As a matter of fact, it turns him on to be that exposed.
“Shit baby, you’re so fucking pretty”, you lull, inspecting his pretty hole greedily.
It flutters at the praise, his breathy voice whispers a weak “Mommy”. It feels so good to be exposed to you. It feels so, so good.
“Lower yourself for me, pretty boy”, you order and stick your tongue out.
Jungkook obeys, letting out a whimper when it results in his stretched out hole to slip down on your tongue. He tries so, so hard not to clench in reaction even if the rest of his body tenses up. He always tenses up when the pleasure overwhelms him. It’s the only way to remotely control how you make him feel.
“Holy fuck”, he whispers, gasping for air repeatedly while his eyes widen and stare at the ruffled sheets. He is getting fucked by warm, wet tongue. His eyes go out of focus, his head tilts back slightly, “Mommy…holy fuck”, he breathes.
You growl, nodding your head as your praise. He comes into contact with your nose, squishing it slightly. Breathing gets difficult, but it’s so worth it when it means that Jungkook is whimpering and trembling above you. 
You wiggle your tongue, enjoying the tightness of his rim greedily. He stretches so well around you, squeezing you in the best way.
“Mommy, I need to- ah!” he moans loudly, shuddering in ecstasy, “I h-have to be loud, I’m s-sorry. Ah!”
You let him know that this is what you want from him by moaning gutturally and giving his hips a small push to show him that you want him to move. Jungkook obeys without hesitation, fucking his hole on your tongue in small movements up and down.
And as he fucks his soft hole on your tongue, he keeps being loud. His fingers keep twisting the sheets and his head can’t decide whether to roll back or tangle weakly. One second he is throwing it back until it gets too much and he drops it again. It forces his bunny ears to flop all over the place, making him look so adorable.
Not that you can currently see. Your vision is blurred, as are your thoughts. He tastes so good, smells even better. There is nothing better in this world than Jungkook. All of him, every single inch, drives you crazy. You let him fuck himself on your tongue until your lungs protest for air and only then you guide him off of you. Your tongue flops out, his hole clenches desperately. Spit covers your face messily, but you couldn’t give two shits. Not when you need him so fucking bad.
You make up for the loss of contact by sucking and kissing at his rim, flicking your tongue over his sensitive parts as you pant for air.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, Jungkook is chanting. His head keeps tangling. Any other position was too exhausting. His thighs are squeezing you so much that it hurts just a little.
“Bunny, mhm Bunny”, you growl, pulling him closer even if he protests at first. It is instinct. He doesn’t want to squish you.
“P-please I’ll suffocate you”, he stutters, furrowing his brows as a squeaky moan leaves him. You are trying to fuck your tongue back into his hole, going obsessively rough with it. It gets him so wet, both his hole and his pretty little dick. There is a wet stain on his jockstrap by now. Jungkook can feel the cool air of the room turn it colder than the rest of the fabric. He wants to cup his cock and rub it, but he holds back because he has to twist the sheets instead.
“Please I’m too, too heavy.”
“Shut the fuck up mon amour, I ain’t made of glass”, you spit in what you lovingly call your street-days-dialect, “fuckin’ sit on me wit’ yo’ pretty hole. Make Mommy happy.”
Jungkook feels even the last piece of his sanity crumble. He can handle a lot, but he can’t handle it when you get aggressive with him. He always wants to be a gentleman with you and then you tell him to be quiet and act up. Jungkook gives up, letting you win the fight and therefore pull him down on your face.
You growl into him, making the wettest love to his little hole while your fingers dimple his inner thighs.
Jungkook mewls softly and shudders. His strength forsakes him. He falls to his elbows, resulting in his hole to leave your mouth for just a moment until you pull him back again. You keep lifting your head to meet him, anger fucking his hole with just your tongue. You soothe the punishment with wet kisses and sloppy licks. Jungkook swears that you are currently rewriting his definition of pleasure with just your tongue.
“Mhm”, his voice sound so pretty when he moans, “mhm, mhm, mhm…ah, aha.”
And he can’t stop doing it. He breathes heavily, gasps, moans and hums and you soak up every little sound of him as your starved mouth feasts on his hole.
His jockstrap can barely contain his cock by now. His velvety tip has already slipped out at the side, dripping onto your chest in a constant rhythm. You can feel the wet mess by now. From all the wiggling and squirming you are doing as you eat him out, it has smeared all over your tits by now, covering parts of your nipples as well. You can also feel the warmed up chains of his nipple clamps dance over your tummy as Jungkook keeps shaking above you.
You slide your right hand from his inner thigh and touch his cockhead.
Jungkook squeezes his thighs around you, almost kicking you in the face as his foot twitches in surprise. He drops his head into your thighs, forcing his hot breath to soak your panties.
“I’m close”, he gets out, mouthing at your clothed pussy, “oh god, I can’t hold it for long. Ah!”
“Shit Bunny”, you tilt your head back, giving yourself a chance to speak. Your hand is back on his right thigh, edging him “we gotta stop this or I’ll keep going until I’ve got you cumming.”
“That, that wouldn’t be bad”, he stutters, chasing you while his fingers try to tug your panties to the side, “please, Mommy”, he begs and drags his tongue through your folds. He couldn’t help himself. The scent of your warm, wet pussy was in his nose and it is so close to his mouth, “please”, his voice sends vibrations through you.
“Fine, fuck”, you lick your lips, rolling your hips up as his tongue keeps lapping at you, “I can keep going or I’ll fuck you. You decide.”
Jungkook lets out the first sob of the evening. Even now – when you sound so ruined by all of this – you find strength in yourself to tease him and mess him up. You are so cruel without even doing anything. Jungkook wants to keep sitting on your face so fucking bad, but the thought that he could miss out on orgasming around your strap makes him hesitate.
“I want Mommy’s cock”, he decides in the end, lifting his lips from your pussy, “please.”
“Very well. Do you have the strap here?”
“Yes, your red suitcase”, he answers you and buries his tongue back between your folds. He keens happily, lapping at you with a hot, dripping tongue.
“Okay, Bunny. Good boy”, you are keeping him with you as you run your finger over his rim, “get it for me.”
“I don’t know if I can. My legs are so weak”, he confesses and whimpers, kissing your clit as a weak apology “I’m sorry, Mommy”, he adds, drawing quick circles.
“Fine”, you give in, “get off of me. I’ll get it.”
“Mommy”, he mewls, burying himself deeper between your legs.
“Bunny”, you warn, swallowing down the gasp he almost licks out of you. What he does feels fucking amazing, but you have to stay strong. It’ll be so worth it.
“Mhm mhm”, Jungkook hums, sucking on your clit while his nose is buried between your folds.
“Fuck”, you hiss, arching your back, “Bunny, come…on”, you give his buttocks a soft spank, “don’t be like that. Come on, get up.”
“Mh-hm”, he shakes his head, pushing your thighs apart as his mouth laps at your pussy more vigorously. Your panties dig deep into his fingers as he keeps it pulled away from you, your hips smother him as they thrust up against your will.
“Bunny, listen- ah”, you gasp and moan, dropping your hands from his ass to instead twist the sheets. He makes you feel so good that it’s impossible to function, “Bunny-ah listen to, to ah fuck, listen to me. Fuck, ah.”
Jungkook moans into you, connecting his tongue with your clit as he keeps sucking on it. It results in a mixture of rough sucking sensations broken up by the hottest wetness ever. Mixed with his needy moans and his pretty nose fucking your dripping hole and you are quite frankly, done for.
You roll your eyes back and drop your back.
“You fucking brat”, you choke out, orgasming on his tongue with such intensity that you forget how to moan.
Jungkook whimpers needily, licking you through your orgasm until a sudden harsh spank to his ass forces him to throw his head back.
“Ah!” he lets out, clenching his hole aggressively. A spank on it follows. It stings and forces tears to Jungkook’s eyes.
“You little, disobedient brat”, you spit. Your voice is distorted from the pleasure he made you feel, raspy and deep. Jungkook feels his senses blur. Holy shit, he has such a kink for your voice. You spank his hole again, forcing the fire to burn deeper by pressing the pad of your thumb against it and applying pressure.
He writhes on top of you, struggling to stay on his elbows.
“I told you to listen. Is it so hard to follow a simple order, mhm?” you growl.
“I’m sorry”, he whimpers, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh god, Mommy.”
“Good. I fucking hope you are”, you spit and give him one last spank to really get the message across.
Jungkook shudders, leaking onto your tits.
You soothe the burn with a gentle finger, changing your voice as you speak.
“Now get off of me”, you say in a sweet voice, messing with Jungkook’s poor heart.
“Mommy, please”, he begs and rolls off of you. He drops to his back, licking his lips hungrily, “wanted to make you feel good, oh god”, he whines, exhaling shakily as his hands come down to play with his cock. He does it instinctively, writhing on the sheets with one of his legs propped up.
“Don’t you dare make yourself cum”, you warn and stumble out of bed with weak knees. You manage to walk to your red suitcase and squat down even if you are dizzy. He’s got you really good with his mouth. You don’t have to look for long because you keep your toys organized.
“Where is the lube, Bunny?”
“I forgot it in the bathroom. I’m sorry, Mommy oh god. I, I can get it.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll get it”, you say and leave the room.
You decide to slip on the strap in the bathroom, using a grinder on the inside to make it enjoyable for you. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. The strap is similar to your skin colour and curves just right to stimulate his deeper pleasure spots. It looks so good on you. And with that thought in mind, you hurry back to Jungkook.
He is kneeling on the floor when you come back, keeping his head lowered. His cock is stuffed back into the jockstrap and his hands are on top his thighs with their palms facing up. His bunny ears, although only fake, look so sad as they tangle from each side of his head.
“What are you doing down there? Gosh, Bunny”, you gasp, hurrying to him.
“I want to apologise. I, I should have gotten the strap and, and the lube. I’m sorry, Mommy”, he says honestly and bows.
“Gosh, you stupid noodle stop that”, you say, pulling him back up with nothing more than two fingers under his chin, “you’re my precious prince and Mommy’s here to treat you, yeah?”
“So you, you won’t punish me?” he asks.
“Of course not, Bunnybaby”, you reassure him.
Jungkook releases a shuddering breath, “Mommy”, he chokes out, gazing up at you with sparkly eyes.
You give him a playful smirk, “unless you want me to punish you, mhm? Didn’t have enough of getting your hole spanked?”
He giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears, “yeah, that was fun”, he confesses, scrunching his nose up.
“Cutie”, you say, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Jungkook moves into the kiss with closed eyes, opening them when you pull back. They shift to your cock for a second and linger.
“You like it?” you ask him, gripping it by its base while your other hand still holds his chin.
“Yes”, he gets out, parting his lips, “you look so pretty with cock, Mommy.”
“Thank you, Bunny.”
Jungkook closes the distance between his lips and the tip of your strap, kissing it while his devoted eyes gaze up at you.
Your breath hitches in your throat. He looks so pretty like this.
“I love Mommy’s cock”, he whispers and flicks his tongue over the tip, ending it with a droopy smile.
You feel yourself melt, ruffling his hair gently enough not to rip out the clips from the ears.
“Get back on bed, Bunny and let me fuck you.”
“Can you fuck me in lotus position?”
“Of course I can. Everything my Bunny wants, my Bunny gets.”
“Don’t say that”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles. He is so happy. He feels especially soft tonight and you know exactly how to handle him to keep him in the headspace.
You take a step back and walk to the bed, climbing on top of it. You fluff up the pillows so you can rest back into them. Once you are comfortable, you move your legs into the right position. Jungkook followed you as you did all of that, climbing onto bed after you. He is now waiting for you to get your legs comfortable.
Your eyes meet.
“Come closer”, you order as you spread a generous amount of lube on your strap.
Jungkook follows excitedly, positioning himself on top of you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.
You smile up at him, connecting your fingers with his hole to spread the lube. He shivers, sighing softly.
“My pretty Bunny”, you whisper, “I can’t get enough of you in those ears.”
“They’re connected to my hair.”
“I know, I felt the clips”, you say and push a finger into him, watching in delight how his eyes go out of focus and his lips fall open.
You curl your finger as you fuck it in and out of him, gazing into his eyes as deeply as possible. 
“You’re so soft inside”, you praise, poking his walls, “my pretty Bunny’s soft everywhere.”
“It’s hard to concentrate”, he confesses, scrunching his brows.
“Want more?”
He nods his head, “yes please.”
“Shit, you’re such a good boy”, you mumble and slip your middle finger into him as well, “the shit you pulled before wasn’t like you. Mhm, why did you act up Bunnybaby? Mhm?”
“Wanted Mommy to feel good”, he lulls his words, finding it hard to look into your eyes. Your fingers fill him out so well.
“You wanted me to feel good”, you repeat, massaging his prostate.
“A-ah.”
“Shit Bunny, when you say it like that it almost makes me feel bad that I punished you.”
“No, it was so…good, ah holy shit this feels so good, ah”, Jungkook gets out and moans, closing his eyes.
“Mhm, I know”, you purr, slipping your fingers free just to make him mewl desperately. You grip his hips, giving them a gentle tug, “take it at your pace, Bunny.” 
Jungkook grabs your cock and lowers himself. He manages to get as far as the tip and then moves up again.
“More lube”, he says.
“Hurts?”
“Yeah, it’s too dry.”
You lube up your cock more, spreading the access on his hole, “try it again.”
Jungkook lowers himself. Your tip slips past his rim easily.
“How’s that?” you ask him, caressing his tensing buttocks.
“Mh-hm”, he lets out, furrowing his brows. His frown worries you.
“Are you okay? Bunny, take it slow if it hurts”, you tell him.
Jungkook frowns harder, sinking down more.
“Bunny, take it slow for me.”
“Mommy, please be quiet. I need to concentrate”, he whines and pouts with big eyes.
“Oh you-”, you laugh, throwing your head back, “you little brat.”
“I have to concentrate”, he murmurs and sinks down the last inches. Now he is sitting on your lap with you cock all the way up his ass, “ah”, he lets out in a sigh, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. His arms hug you, his legs wrap around you. He begins rocking himself on your lap, moaning into your neck quietly.
“Is that better?” you ask him, caressing his lower back. You can feel his muscles shift and tense under his skin. Just as you can feel his thighs tense as he moves on your strap.
“Yeah”, he mewls, nodding his head, “oh god, you’re so deep.”
“I know, Bunny. You’re taking all of me”, you speak softly, grabbing his pretty butt to help him with the movements, “you’re such a good boy taking me like that.”
“Oh fuck, ah fuck”, he whimpers, hugging you tight against him, “I’m so stuffed with Mommy. Ah! Ah”, he shudders, increasing his movements. He still keeps you deep inside, grinding on your lap as his legs tremble around your waist. He doesn’t need to bounce. As a matter of fact, what he is currently doing feels so much better than any bouncing ever could. Because your cock is so deep and really stays at one area, it can stimulate all those sensitive spots inside and Jungkook has way too many of them. And they are way too fucking sensitive on top of that. Every second with you feels like ecstasy even if he hasn’t orgasmed yet.
“Yeah, you are. So filled with me”, you whisper, squeezing his buttocks, “so filled with me. Such a good boy for me. Such a good boy.”
“Mommy”, Jungkook whimpers, falling into you. It forces your back deeper into the pillows and allows him to grip the edge of the headboard. It hurts his nails, but he barely notices it. Everything feels way too good. He is so far gone. Not only in the pleasure, but also the safe headspace. He is on your lap, he can feel your naked chest against his, smells your warm scent, has you holding him and on top of that, his leaky cock grinds against your stomach while your strap stimulates every single spot inside him. There is not a single thing which isn’t right currently. This is perfect and it’s ruining Jungkook to the point where he genuinely has to sob.
“Breathe Bunny, it’s okay”, you soothe him, closing your arms around his torso whilst burying one of your hands deep in his hair.
The hug soothes him so much and makes him sob again because he is so close to you.
“Can I cum? Please”, he begs squeakily, “make me feel…so good. Everything feels so good. Oh god”, he gets out, ending it with a high-pitched whimper and his body trembling in your lap.
“Whenever you are ready, Bunny. I’m right here”, you allow him, hugging him safely.
“Now”, he gets out, “oh god, Mommy now”, he moans and feels how your strap makes him cum. It starts deep in his ass. Right where the silicon toy kept grinding against his pleasure spots. Describing the orgasm as hot wouldn’t be enough. It is so much more than that. Jungkook feels it everywhere and he feels it so deep that it gets very hard to stay conscious. His body twitches and convulses on top of you and you know that he has no control over it. His cock doesn’t release, but throbs so aggressively that it slips out of his jockstrap again. And his voice sounds so consumed by his orgasm that you feel yourself gasp for air as well. You know exactly how good he feels right now, holding him through his high until those shakes slowly die down.
“Good boy, oh my good boy”, you praise him, hugging his waist with your left arm while you let your right hand slip to his cock. You pick it up to jerk it off.
“Ah”, Jungkook arches his back so he can press his chest closer, his trembling arms close around you as his fingers grab a bundle of your hair, “ah, ahm, ah, o-oh.”
He didn’t cum with his cock. He knows that he didn’t, so getting touched by you right now, forces him straight back to the start.
“Oh god, ah, fuck. A-ah, ahm, ah”, he is struggling with producing moans, resulting in them to sound just a little strained but so fucking honest. Only you can make him moan like this. Only you can get him that ruined so it is even difficult to make sounds. And yet, he still tries to because it’s the only way to handle you.
“Good boy, my good boy”, you praise him as you jerk his cock, rolling your hips up to keep his hole stimulated as well. You don’t want any of that sweet, sweet pleasure to die down. You need him ruined and you are going to do it in the gentlest of ways. This kind of way always hits the deepest.
It’s easy to ruin someone with a rough and fast fuck. You just got to pound them hard enough and they’ll feel destroyed.
The proof of a good fuck is how well you can destroy someone with minimal movements. That’s where the real talent lies. And you? Oh you. You are one talented motherfucker.
“Feels so good”, Jungkook is whimpering even if he can barely produce moans. Your shoulder is wet because he keeps spilling tears. He thinks his eyes might be stuck after you made them cross, he can’t seem to find his focus again. His head is dizzy and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You are ruining him with nothing but a slow handjob and your hips grinding up into him.
“Yeah, feels amazing”, you agree, “I’ve got you Bunny.”
Jungkook sobs, convulsing on top of you as if you just thrusted into him with all your strength. His cock throbs between your fingers, his fingers grip for your desperately. He doesn’t know where to touch, what to hold of you to make all of this easier to bear.
“Mommy”, he tries to call your name, maybe that will make it easier, but it doesn’t.
“I’m here, Bunny. I’ve got you”, you soothe him, sliding your left arm down his waist until you can press your fingers against his hole. You massage his stretched rim, giving him a reminder that he already orgasmed once and that he is terribly sensitive now.
“I can’t do this”, he sobs and convulses, “oh god please”, he pulls you closer, needing your warmth to survive.
“Break? Or need it closer?”
“Closer ple-please.”
You hug him strongly, tightening your grip around his cock just as you increase the pressure on his hole.
“Closer.”
The hug gains in intensity. You can barely move your hand up and down his cock, deciding on putting your attention on his tip instead. You massage his wet slit, giving it just a little bit of a stretch as you fuck the pad of your thumb into it. Your fingers are around the base of his tip, massaging it in rhythmical squeezes.
He begins panting, releasing loud noises each time he breathes out. He can’t stop. They leave him in sync with his body convulsing on top your lap. He drops each time he exhales, sagging his shoulders with it before his harsh inhale forces them to lift again and with it also Jungkook. Just a little, but it’s so intense for him that he is a little scared.
“Good boy, my good boy. You’re my good boy”, you praise him and kiss the shell of his ear.
Jungkook climaxes. He can’t tell you that he does, he also can’t change his voice before it happens, it just takes over. It starts at his slit this time around. The gentle fuck you gave it was too much. From there, it took over his whole cock until your strap did the rest.
Jungkook thought that the first orgasm was intense, but this is on another level. He claws at you in hopes of making it easier, even buries his teeth in your shoulder as his body shakes uncontrollably. But nothing helps. The fire feels endless. It is as if Jungkook never orgasmed before.
“Yes baby, my good boy”, Jungkook can hear you choke out and judging by the sound of your voice, you are orgasming with him. The thought makes it even more intense for him and by the time it finally starts to get easier, Jungkook has to sob.
“My Bunny, oh my Bunny”, you speak shakily, holding him so tightly while your lips litter him with kisses, “good job, my good boy. You did such a good job. I know Bunny, let it all out. You did so well.”
“It feels so good”, he presses out, “so good, Mommy”, he wails, pressing you closer with his fingers deep in your hair.
“I know Bunny, oh I know. My good boy, you took all of this so well.”
“Oh god”, Jungkook shudders, “oh god.”
“My good boy”, you keep praising him. It makes it so worthwhile to come back to you, “I love you so much, my good Bunnybaby.”
“Oh god, Mommy”, he gets out, trembling uncontrollably one last time before some of his clarity comes back. It’s difficult to come back sometimes. Jungkook loves being in subspace, so sometimes it’s hard for him to accept that he has to get back to reality again. It would make Jungkook feel really awful to be forced out of it entirely the moment the sex ended and you never make him feel this way. You always help him come back in such a nice way. You make him slip out of it far enough that you can do aftercare with him, but also allow him to stay in it deep enough that he can feel fuzzy even long after the main sex act ended.
“My good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise him, rubbing his buttocks gently, “how’s the stretch?”
He shakes his head.
“Doesn’t hurt?”
He nods his head.
“Then we’ll stay like this for a little, yeah?”
He nods his head again, hugging you tightly.
“And once you’re ready, I’ll give you a nice warm bath before we’ll have yummy dinner and lots of snuggles in bed. Yeah?”
He giggles, nodding his head.
“Yeah Bunnybaby, let’s do that”, you say, giving him a gentle squeeze, “fuck, I adore you.”
“I adore you too”, he whispers, “thank you so much for everything.”
“Mhm Bunny”, you sigh, kissing his shoulder as you pull him closer with the harness twisted in your fingers, “mine.”
Jungkook sighs in overwhelming happiness, pressing himself closer as his heart bursts for you. Yeah, you really make it so worthwhile to come back.
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Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika
Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader
Warnings: corruption arc, murder, death of minor character (i don't wanna spoil it but I wanna make sure no one is caught off guard. it's axe woves), possessive behavior, loss and anxiety, light smut, mentions of being intimate
Word Count: 7,842
Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you.
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[a/n: if dark fics aren't your forte, don't worry this isn't super dark. well, not as dark as i originally planned to go. more psychological horror than physical]
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"i denied death for you. and i'd die for you again. kill for you. i'd tear the stars down from the heavens to fashion you a crown. you are my heart. my queen. i'd do anything and everything you ask me."
-Jay Kristoff
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Looking back, you had no chance of not falling in love with Din Djarin. Even despite having plenty of reasons not to. You were on the run from the Empire, trying to keep a padawan safe from them. He was hired to collect said padawan as a bounty. He was a Mandalorian. You were a Jedi. Needless to say, the odds had been stacked against you both, but falling for him was the simplest thing in all the worlds.
You had a lot of reason not to, sure, but you also had no chance in avoiding it. Not with the way he put you and Grogu above everything else⏤ even himself. Not with the way he balanced trusting you to hold your own in a fight versus protecting you when you were overwhelmed. Not with the way his hand would softly brush against you as if he wanted so badly to touch you but thought himself unworthy. Not with the way his hoarse voice whispered your name in the softest concern and care.
Never before had you put any belief in the concept of soulmates, it seemed silly, but after meeting Din you weren’t so sure. The two of you seemed made to fit one another. Complement. Make the other stronger, better. The way you both understood one another, the care and love that came so easily… It was as if you loved him in another life. Like the two of you were destined to find one another in every lifetime. Made of the same stardust and shaped by the galaxy itself.
You loved Din Djarin. You loved him so damn much, and it made watching him crumble that much harder.
“Din.” You mumbled. Boba had swooped back to pick the lot of you up after the successful rescue mission. Though calling it successful seemed…bittersweet. Grogu was safe, but Grogu was gone. You wandered closer to where Din sat in a chair. He had isolated himself the moment you all boarded the ship. He was slumped over, elbows on his knees, and head hanging down. You knelt down by his side and squeezed his arm. “Hey. I wanted to check on you.” Din nodded, but stayed silent. His helmet stayed facing down, away from you, and it broke your heart to see him so devastated. “Tell me what you need, baby. I can stay or I can give you some space.”
Again, Din did not respond, but he turned his arm just enough to grasp you by the hand. You gave it a slight squeeze and just stayed there. For the rest of the flight neither of you moved. You knew Din felt like he couldn't complain. Grogu was safe with Skywalker, set to train and harness his gifts. Softly, you reassured him that whatever he was feeling was alright. He stayed silent.
Boba and Fennec’s goal was to reach Tatooine so you and Din tagged along. It wasn’t far. You all got there in a matter of hours and when you parted ways, Boba encouraged you or Din to call him if anything was ever needed. It didn’t take long for you to get a room at an inn. 
That night in bed you held Din close. The room had been darkened so even if you did open your eyes all you could see was his silhouette. He loved you with soft touches and thankful whispers, and when the both of you were spent and exhausted Din collapsed into you. Typically, he liked being the big spoon. Din loved wrapping his body around yours, all encompassing, as if he needed to protect you even in sleep. However, tonight, Din clung to your side⏤ an arm draped over your waist as he laid his head on your bare chest. You held him close, raking a hand through his hair tenderly.
The room was filled with quiet breaths, and when Din spoke his voice was so hushed that you nearly missed it.
“Don’t leave me, cyar'ika.” He seemed to beg. “I can’t lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” You said firmly. Holding onto him tighter. You continued to whisper promises of staying by his side long after he fell asleep.
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Din wanted to find the covert. That was what he told you he needed. You had no qualms with that. You wanted to do whatever you had to in order to help him find some semblance of normal. Coruscant was not one of your favorite places in the galaxy, but you’d walk through hell as long as Din was by your side. As you followed him, his eyes tracking signs and clues you couldn’t see, your own gaze continued to drift to the saber hanging from Din’s belt. His newest acquisition.
Ages ago, when it had been time to build your own lightsaber, the kyber crystal you chose had really chosen you. Everybody had certain strengths, even within the Force, and yours was reading energies. Your kyber crystal seemed to sing to you. The energy it gave was warmth. It was protective. It was loyal. Building your lightsaber had been a time honored tradition you treasured. Having it hang from your hip was something you did not take lightly. It gave you strength.
The energy coming from the darksaber felt…wrong. It was hard to put into words. It was muted to you, as if trying to hide, but still the darksaber seemed to weep a negative energy into the air itself. You didn’t like it, but you had no significant reasoning why other than ‘it feels bad’.
When the two of you reached the covert, Din was adamant about you coming in with him. Even when you told him you thought it was a bad idea, he still tangled his hand in yours and dragged you in. Just as you thought the other two Mandalorians there were unhappy with seeing you. In part because of the lightsaber on your hip, but more so because you were not their kind. You were not Mandalorian. Auretii. That’s what the Armorer called you. An outsider. It wasn’t inaccurate. 
The interaction started bad and only got worse.
Paz Vizsla challenged Din for the darksaber, a man you knew that Din considered to be a brother even despite rough disagreements in the past, and watching Din use the saber sent a chill down your spine. It was too heavy in his hands, and with every swing the blade was more difficult for Din to use. You could see it in his stride. You didn’t know how to explain it⏤ it was always difficult to explain the way an energy felt to you⏤ but the saber was fighting. It was annoyed.
Din won the battle.
“Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?” The silence that followed the question broke your heart. “Have you ever removed your helmet?” You felt useless watching Din endure this pain. It was the same watching Skywalker carry Grogu away. You were a witness to his suffering. “By Creed, you must vow.”
“I have.”
“Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.”
The walk back into the depths of Coruscant was silent and painful. You slipped your hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I’m here. I’m not leaving. You will not lose me. Din returned the squeeze, but the pain was radiating off him in palpable waves. A feeling washed over you and your eyes darted to Din’s hip where the saber rested. Smug. It felt smug. 
The two of you walked into the covert as Mandalorian and Jedi, but left as Apostate and Aruetti.
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You had the opinion that Din never got to properly mourn the loss of the Razor Crest. With everything going on at the time, it seemed like the least of the problems you both had. However, it's loss was felt now. Even in the short time you spent with Din and Grogu, the ship had become a place of comfort. For Din, the Crest had been all he had for so long⏤ it was his home. It held all his belongings and in a singular second it was all gone.
That aching wound was constantly festering, but when the two of you were forced to ride in public ships to get from world to world you could tell it stung Din the most. That’s how you’d have to get off Coruscant, but a small victory came in the form of a message from Peli. 
“Din, you’re not gonna believe this.” You grinned as he returned from whatever errand he had to do. “Peli has a possible Razor Crest replacement. She just messaged me. If we can just get to⏤”
“No.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but Din took you by the hand and began to travel the opposite way of the small inn you were staying in. “What?”
“I found a ship. Here. Already purchased it.”
Surprise washed over you. “Wait.” You tried to get him to stop and look at you, but Din seemed like a man on a mission. “You bought it already? Without even asking me?”
“It was my credits.”
The words stung. It was so dismissive. Nothing like the way Din usually spoke to you. He always discussed big decisions with you, just as you did with him. The two of you were a team. Through and through. Din seemed to sense your displeasure and his steps faltered.
“Cyar'ika, ni ceta.” Din murmured. You recognized the apology. He turned and settled a hand on the side of your face. “I…I don’t know what came over me. I suppose I was just excited.”
“It’s…” You lifted a hand to cup the one tenderly caressing your cheek. Din had just lost his Creed. The cornerstone of his existence. Of course, he’d be short. You’d be more worried if he wasn’t showing signs of being upset. You gave him a tight lipped smile. “No, I’m sorry. Are you alright? How do you feel?” Din didn’t respond. “Baby?”
He shook his head, his voice quiet. “I’m just ready to be off world.”
“I understand.” You gave him a smile. “Show us our new home then.”
Din let out a small chuckle and you took that as a victory. He led you to a yard of ships and pointed out a black ship with burgundy accents. It was nothing special. It wasn’t the Razor Crest. However, it had enough space for the both of you.
“This is nice.” You explored the cargo hold. 
“It’ll do.” Din countered.
You jumped when you heard the ramp closing and as Din passed you to get to the cockpit, he set his hand on your lower back to take you with him. As you settled in the passenger seat, you watched as Din familiarized himself with the control panel. When the ship reached the atmosphere, you leaned forward.
“Hey, maybe we should go see Peli anyways. Say hello.” You suggested. “She can look the ship over and tell us if we need anything…” Peli would just rip you off, but she was a familiar face. Boba and Fennec were on Tatooine as well. You thought Din could use more than just you. A reminder that he had more in his life than he thought. “Din?”
“No.” Din replied. He placed in a set of coordinates and you recognized them to be Nevarro. Well, maybe that would work. Karga was there. Cara too. Last you heard, Mayfeld was kicking around the newest establishment. The ship slipped into hyperspace and Din held a hand out to you. When you took it he yanked you toward him and you fell onto his lap. “We’re needed in Nevarro. Karga.”
He said it as if the name was enough. Before you could ask for further clarification, Din was tossing his gloves aside. He hit a button that shaded the windows, dimming the room till it was nearly impossible to see then he whispered to close your eyes. It was natural for you to do just as he asked. His hands grasped at your hips, pulling you down to grind against your core, and a pair of lips began to leave open mouth kisses along your neck.
“Cyar'ika…” Din breathed as he wrestled your shirt off you. Rough and desperate. Yanking your breast band off with it. The moment you were bare to the chilly air of the cockpit, Din’s hot mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, teeth grazing sensitive skin, and you moaned. Din pulled away and you already missed his mouth. “Need you. Need all of you.”
Din loved you with rough hands and frantic begging. When the two of you were spent, breathless and sweaty, you slumped against his body. Din trailed his hands up and down your spine as if he couldn’t fathom not touching you.
“I can’t lose you.” He murmured in your ear. “Not you, cyar'ika.”
“You won’t.” You reassured him. “You won’t lose me.”
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The reason Din stopped in Nevarro, stopped to see Karga, was for bounty pucks. You had never seen him take so many at once and he said less than ten words to the High Magistrate of Nevarro before dragging you back to the ship. 
A distraction. You convinced yourself. It was just a distraction. 
Din needed something to keep his mind busy and what better than bounty hunting? As long as you were there to keep an eye on him, make sure he’s cared for, then everything would be alright. It might take time, but it would be okay. That’s what you told yourself. Over and over and over. You wondered if the reassurance was more for your benefit. 
The first couple of bounties went normal, but slowly things began to feel…different. Wrong. The quarries Din brought in were more often cold than warm these days. He seemed to be favoring the darksaber as well. It had gone from a weapon used as a last resort to one of his regulars. Din got better with the weapon after every quarry, and the saber’s energy felt like it was singing. As wrong as it all felt, Din seemed himself still. In fact, he almost seemed closer to his normal self. The aching sadness and mourning wasn’t so present. 
“Din?” You called out from where you sat at the small table. Rather than staying on the new ship, the two of you had rented a room at a local inn. It put you closer to where the current quarry was hiding. “You in the mood for something specific? For dinner, I mean?” Din had stepped into the bathroom to clean up and still had yet to come out. “Baby?”
Concern began to take root, but the door opened and you felt it slip away only to be replaced by shock. A stranger in familiar armor stood in the doorway. Din. Din was helmetless. You quickly shut your eyes with a curse. Heavy footfalls crossed the room to stand in front of you and you felt Din’s warm hands on your cheeks.
“Cyar'ika, look at me.”
“Din, what are you doing?” You gasped. It had been nearly two months since the covert, but even then he kept his helmet on. Never took it off. You didn’t understand what had suddenly changed now so suddenly. “I⏤”
“I want you to see me.”
“But⏤ But, why now?”
Din’s thumbs were tracing your cheek and he wouldn’t answer your question. He murmured again for you to open your eyes and you hesitantly peeked through your lashes. Din stood towering above you. From where you sat, you had to look up to admire his features. His appearance was never important to you. You fell in love with the soul inside that armor. Din always swore you’d see his face one day, but the context would be different. He’d whisper about a future together as you both laid tangled in bed. 
He was handsome. Strong features, pretty dark brown eyes, scruff along his jaw. And his hair, you were finally able to see the dark slightly loose curls that you’d run your fingers through. You slowly stood and lifted a hand to trace his features.
“Am… Am I okay?” Din asked. 
The phrasing of the question was odd and it took you a moment to garner a guess. You cupped his face with a broad smile. “You’re more than okay. You’re perfect. Maker, it’s kind of not fair how handsome you are.” You kept your tone teasing and Din chuckled. The sight of his smile warmed your chest. “What brought this on?”
“I am an Apostate.” Din said firmly and you felt your own smile falter. His dark brown eyes stayed locked onto yours and though they held the depth and soul you always knew they would there was something else there. “I am no longer Mandalorian. Why should I hide my face any longer?”
“Din…” You mumbled. Concern leaking into your voice. This was quite the huge and sudden leap to make. “You⏤”
He leaned in and pressed a light kiss against your lips. The kiss turned deeper as Din began to devour you. Needy and wanting. Desperate. Soon he had you picked up into his arms so he could slam you against the wall. It always felt like Din craved you⏤ that wasn’t in debate. Right now though, he was like a man starved. As if he had never had never had you before and was worried he’d never have you again.
Din loved you like a man possessed. Pressed between him and the wall he was unrelenting. Still, held tight by the man you were in love with, Din moaned and begged for you to stay with him. He didn’t even pause to let you reassure him. Just praised the way you felt and pleaded for you to be his. 
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There was something wrong with Din.
As you sat in the dingy alley, panting heavily from your near death experience, that was the first thought to occur to you. A hunt had gone wrong. One of the quarry’s allies had gotten the jump on you. You had taken a few hits, saw an opening to save yourself, but before you even had a chance the goon was being ripped off of you. Din had saved you, but it didn’t feel like being saved from where you sat.
Din had ripped the man off you and rather than use the darksaber he chose to beat the goon bloody with his hands. Blood splattered in the alley, on his otherwise spotless armor, and you found yourself trembling. The man who had been attacking you was long dead, but Din did not stop. His face was twisted in rage and hate. You called out his name, more than once, and eventually he paused in his onslaught to catch his breath. His chest was heaving from exertion and you could tear your eyes away from the red that stained his silver beskar.
Slowly, Din rose and stalked toward you. For a brief moment, you didn’t recognize Din. You didn’t know the stranger towering over you. He knelt down and reached out to cup the side of your face. The hot blood of the man Din had slaughtered smeared across your cheek. You could feel it and it sent a chill of fear down your spine. The hate began to dissipate from his eyes. There was a softness you recognized now, but for the first time you’d describe Din as hollow.
“Are you okay, cyar'ika?” He breathed. You nodded nervously. Din grabbed you by the arms and pulled you to stand. He let out a sigh of relief and wrapped you into a tight hug. He pressed you against his blood stained armor and laid his head on top of yours. Din shook his head, a shaky breath slipping from his lips, “I won’t lose you. I can’t lose you. No one will take you from me. I swear it, cyar'ika.” 
Relief and love radiated from Din, but all you could feel was the humming possessive energy that the darksaber blasted into the air around you both.
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The sensation of dropping out of hyperspace woke you up. You blinked and reached out to a cold bed. Din had gotten up and was now dropping you out of hyperspace? You pushed up and slid out of bed. You found Din in the cockpit and the sight of an unfamiliar world hung in view just outside the ship. 
“Where are we?”
“Mandalore.”
You sat down in the passenger seat and grabbed Din by the knee forcing him to set the ship to drift and turn to face you. “What the kriff do you mean Mandalore?” Din didn’t respond. He leaned back in his seat and just stared at you. You were still trying to get used to seeing him without his helmet. Din rarely wore it these days. Even in a fight. “Din.”
“We’re meeting allies here.”
“For what?!”
“We’re recovering our home.”
Din was answering the questions as if you were being ridiculous for even asking them. As if you had been privy to this knowledge. Frustration made your temper flare. “Din, are you serious!?” He didn’t react and somehow that was worse. “We need to talk.”
“Then talk.”
Things had only gotten worse with Din. You were scared of what he was capable, but never in relation to you. No matter how cold his eyes grew, no matter how lost in got in a brutal fight, no matter how bitter the darksaber made the air, you knew Din wouldn’t hurt you. That knowledge was ingrained in your very soul. What worried you⏤ what kept you awake at night⏤ was your worry for Din. He always said he couldn’t lose you, but it felt like you were the one losing him.
“Baby.” You murmured and rose to take a seat in his lap innocently. Just trying to get closer to him. You cupped his face and at your contact the cold, distant look in his eyes briefly cracked. Din stared up at you in adoration and love. “I’m… I’m scared.”
Din furrowed his brow and sat up. His arms wrapped around your waist. “Don’t be. You never have to be scared. I’m never going to let anything hurt you.”
“No, Din, that’s not what I’m scared of.” You replied. “I’m scared for you. I’m worried about you.”
“I’ve never been better, cyar’ika.”
You raked a hand through his hair trying to convey every ounce of passion you felt for him in the simple motion. “Din… I’ve been wanting to say this for some time.” You shook your head. “The darksaber.” There was a flash of something unrecognizable in his gaze, but you pressed onward. “It’s… dangerous. You know when I told you about my lightsaber. It’s energy.” He nodded. “The darksaber gives off an energy too, and I don’t like it.”
“What do you mean?” Din asked.
“It feels like,” You winced and struggled for a description to match, “poison. Din, baby, it feels like poison.” Din shook his head as if he still could not understand what it was you were trying to say. “I think it’s a bad influence.”
Din scoffed but the curl of his lips made it seem like he wasn’t taking your statement seriously. “Cyar’ika, it’s a sword. It can’t influence me.”
“It’s not just a sword, Din. It has a kyber crystal in it and⏤”
“Are you trying to tell me I need to get rid of it?” He pressed. You gave a small nod. “I can’t. I need it.” You opened your mouth to argue, but his arms tightened around you. “If we’re going to take Mandalore back, recover it, then I have to use the darksaber. Be Mandalor.”
Your eyes widened. “Since when did you want that title??”
“But more importantly, I need it to protect you.” He whispered, ignoring your question entirely. Din leaned his forehead against yours and the touch was so soft and reverent that you shuddered. He took in a slow deep breath. “You are my priority. Always. The darksaber grants me the power to keep you safe.”
You pressed a tender kiss to his lips and Din’s breath hitched. As you spoke, you kept your lips close enough to brush against his with every word. “You never needed it before. And I’m not helpless. You know that.” Din closed his eyes and you dragged your fingers through his scruff. “We were fine without the darksaber. We don’t need it.”
Din leaned in to capture your lips with his. For the first time in a very long time, the kiss was slow and patient. He took his time tasting you and he leaned back to allow your hands to travel and explore him. It was so reminiscent of the days before everything fell apart that you almost cried.
Eventually, he pulled back and focused his heavy gaze on you. Din gave you a small smile, a hand tracing your jawline. “No, cyar’ika. The saber stays.” Your own smile faltered and fell. He left one last chaste kiss on your lips. “I love you. I will protect you.”
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Your life on Mandalore was odd. Din left you out of the loop of everything. All you knew was that more and more Mandalorians arrived by the day to follow Din Djarin. It didn’t surprise you. The Din you knew and loved was a natural born leader whether he liked it or not. He had a magnetic draw to him. You didn’t see that side to your Din very much anymore. 
The city around you was slowly being rebuilt and you pondered your next move. Two months you had been on this rock seeing Din from a distance. Watching him turn into someone you didn’t recognize. When the palace was reestablished, a sentence you found obnoxious and ridiculous, Din moved you there to stay. He’d work all day, drift into your shared bedroom at night, and you mourned the days where everything was easier. Simple.
“Cyar’ika.”
You glanced over your shoulder to see the Mandalor approaching. The king of this world looked like Din, still stared at you as if you hung the moon and stars, but all you could see was the darksaber. It’s possessive energy clung to the man you loved. Two Mandalorian guards followed behind him, and you briefly admired the thick, fur lined cape that hung off one shoulder.
Din came to a stop in front of you and motioned to himself with a sheepish smile, “What do you think?”
“Very regal, Mandalor.” You teased softly.
Din drifted closer and took your hands in his. “Ni ceta, cyar’ika.” He mumbled. “I know I haven’t been around.”
“You’ve been busy. I get it.” You shrugged and tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice.
“But you come first. You always come first.” Din said firmly. “Things will be better from here on out. We’re stable. We’re established. And… I have a surprise for you.” Nervously, Din lifted your hands to tenderly press a kiss to them. “I have no right to ask, but will you give me your time today.”
It was so sweet. It was so Din. You were too overwhelmed to do anything but nod. Things could always turn around, you told yourself. All your time here, distanced from Din, you had planned. He needed a little exposure to his old life. You were the only person Din kept. Maybe seeing Boba and Fennec, seeing Peli, seeing Karga, seeing anyone would bring him back to the surface more permanently. You had even wanted to get in touch with Skywalker or Ahsoka to plan some kind of visit. If Din could see Grogu, you had no doubt he’d snap back into reality. He’d set aside the darksaber. The issue was, Mandalore still had thick storm clouds that prevented any outside interference or messaging. 
You felt isolated.
Din looped your arm through his and you walked by his side down the long hallway. You weren’t sure where he was taking you quite yet, but he spoke casually about his day and asked about yours with real interest. His smile was so warm and sincere that you could almost ignore the negative energy that damned saber gave off.
“Where are we going?” You asked as Din turned down a hall you knew would lead outside. “If we go out, I’m gonna need to grab my jacket.” Mandalore’s seasons still confused you and it almost seemed like the previous attacks had thrown the natural order out of balance. Lately, it had been rather cold.
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you.” Din chuckled. He paused by the doors and you couldn’t help but glance at the two silent Mandalorian guards still standing near. Movement made you glance back in time to see he had shrugged out of his thick robe. Din settled the heavy article on your shoulders and you were surprised by the warmth it encased you in. “Comfortable?”
You nodded with a small smile. The robe smelled like him. Din captured your face in his gloved hands and you gazed up at him in awe. Din was in a good mood. It had been so long since you saw him like this. Light hearted. Excited. “Are you happy?” The question fell from your lips before you could even think.
“Of course.” Din replied quickly. His tone suggested he was surprised you’d ask. “I have you.”
“You’ve always had me.” You mumbled.
Din’s face faltered, only for a second, before he bowed his head to rest on yours. Forehead to forehead. “Ni ceta.” He breathed the apology out sincerely. “I know things have been hard and…you’ve put up with so much. I’m so thankful for you, cyar’ika, and my greatest regret will always be making you question that.”
“I never questioned it.” You lifted a hand to place on top of his own. “I love you, and I know you love me. I’ve just…been worried about you, baby. I want you to be happy.”
“I am.” Din replied. “You make me happy.” He closed the space to press his lips to yours. Tender. Loving. Passionate. Din’s tongue traced the curve of your lower lip and you allowed him to deepen the kiss. Your hands shifted to tangle in his hair. Din pulled you closer, flush against his body, and it didn’t even matter to you that two other Mandalorians stood off to the side as witness to this scene. Din pulled back, separating the two of you, but he quickly set two more chaste kisses against your lips as if he couldn't bear the thought of being apart. Din whispered a promise under his breath. “For the rest of my life, I will make you happy. I’ll keep you safe.”
You had endured the hell of watching Din suffer and begin to lose himself in sorrow. Perhaps, this was the light at the end of the tunnel. Din had found stable ground, and he was now returning to a man you recognized.
Din turned away to push open the doors, but he kept your arm looped through his. The courtyard which typically sat unused and in a semi state of shambles had been cleaned and polished. Mandalorians as far as you could see stood waiting and as Din walked you down the path you spotted a medium sized platform, nearly a stage, and on it was a chair⏤ no, a throne. That was the only word to describe the heavy, dark metal seat. Standing on the platform, you recognized Bo Katan. She stood on one side of the throne. On the other side stood two others that you recognized, you had seen them with Din often, but you didn’t know their names.
“Din?” You whispered his name.
He shot you a smile but continued on. Suddenly, you found yourself on the platform standing beside Din as he faced the crowd. He lifted one hand, as if in greeting, and you stared at him as he spoke Mando’a. His voice was loud and firm. Powerful. This was a king among men. You never thought Din Djarin of all people would look like he belonged in this setting. You knew he had the attributes that would make a fair and just king, but Din had never enjoyed the spotlight. The future he craved, the future he painted while speaking to you in the dead of night, was a humble one. A home, some land, a family. Peaceful.
A bark of Mando’a, in a voice you vaguely recognized, interrupted Din and you watched as his shoulders stiffened. The crowd parted and a Mandalorin in dark blue armor approached. Axe Woves. That was his name you believed. You didn’t know what he was saying, but you could feel the tension in the air.
Din set his hand on your waist and pushed you back. You only stumbled back a few steps before Bo Katan took you by the elbow and dragged you back further.
“What⏤ What is going on?” You asked.
“Challenge.” Bo Katan said. Din drew the darksaber from his belt and as it came to life you felt your own heart plummet. It’s poison was spewing in the air⏤ suffocating you. Smug. Arrogant. Angry. Insulted. You sucked in a sharp breath. “Axe Woves has challenged Din for the darksaber. For rule.”
The fight started in a clash of weaponry. 
It was a blur of beskar, but all your eyes could focus on was the arc of the darksaber. The burning glow that was now seared into your eyes. Seared into your brain. You wanted nothing more than to take that damned thing and throw it into the darkest pit you could find. Every time you watched Din used it, you hated it all the more. The fight did not last long.
Axe Woves was a good fighter, but he was not Din Djarin.
Soon, the air was silent as Din held the edge of the darksaber just under Axe’s jaw. Close enough that the man had to have felt the heat. Axe was breathing hard, but you couldn’t see his face⏤ his back was to you. Din stood where you could see his face and he looked to be the picture of calm. 
“Cetar.” Din demanded. Bo Katan whispered, her eyes not leaving the scene, as she translated the Mando’a. ‘Kneel’. Din asked him to kneel. You felt a chill run up your spine and it wasn’t from the cold air. The darksaber was singing. Excited. Eager. It craved and craved and craved. Din repeated the command. “Cetar.”
“Nayc.” Axe replied. You didn’t need that word translated. 
At the sound of his refusal, you watched a flash of an emotion you didn’t immediately recognize in Din’s eyes. However, it was clear to see the way his lips briefly curled up into a smirk. You opened your mouth to scream, but all your words caught in your throat. Thick, heavy, and unwilling to be heard. Before you could overcome your hindrance, Din shoved the darksaber through Axe’s chest with not even a singular hiccup of hesitation. Your mouth hung open in shock and disbelief, but the horror didn’t land until Din leaned in and used his vibroblade to slice through the man’s neck in one swift motion. Blood sprayed out and the darksaber was screaming in pleasure.
“He had to make an example.” Bo Katan whispered. “It’s unfortunate, but Woves brought this upon himself.”
Din deactivated the saber and set it back onto his belt. While Axe Woves’ body slumped to the ground, Din tucked the still bloody vibroblade back into his boot’s holster. You stared at him wide eyed and horrified as Din marched back to the platform. He spoke before the crowd again, but it felt like your ears were ringing. The man you fell in love with would never have cut a man down in cold blood. The duel had been over. It didn’t have to end with blood. 
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Din as he crossed the platform to sit on the throne. His legs were spread out in dominance as he lounged in the seat radiating confidence and pride. His eyes snapped to yours and Din held his hand out to you. Bo Katan gave you a small nudge and you stumbled toward the throne with hesitant steps. Din’s cold features melted away as he stared up at you as he always did, loving, but it only made the splattering of blood on his face that much more daunting. 
When you placed your hand in his, your fingers were trembling. Din squeezed your hand in comfort and he carefully pulled you back so you sat in his seat. Bo Katan was addressing the crowd and you stared and stared at Axe Woves’ dead body. Still laying on the courtyard’s ground, the pool of blood around him growing larger and larger.
You felt Din’s breath on your neck. His hands settled on your hips as he sat up to press his chest against your back. His breath was replaced with his lips. Din mumbled about how much he loved you and how important you were to him against your skin. All this time, all the hope you had, was for naught. The man at your back was a stranger.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Din pressed another hot kiss to the back of your neck. "But I just wanted to show you our new throne, my queen. Surprise."
As it turned out, the light at the end of the tunnel had turned out to be just more hellfire.
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In the dead of night, you ran. 
You had hoped Din would return to his senses, become the man he once was, on his own accord. You hoped he had only needed time, but this had been proof. You were out of your depth. Din needed more than just time, he needed more than just you. As soon as you got past the thick, stormy atmosphere on Mandalore, you’d call for help. 
The plan had been to take Din’s ship. It was the only one you were familiar with the controls enough to not have to worry about running into any issues. As it turned out, flying was not going to be the biggest problem you faced.
“Cyar’ika.”
Your blood ran cold. Slowly, nervously, you turned around to see Din stood not far away. His shoulders were slumped in disappointment, and the look in his eyes could only be described as absolute and total devastation. He took one step forward and you took one back. Din’s jaw locked.
“Din…”
“What are you doing?” Din murmured. 
You shook your head. “Listen to me⏤”
“Listen??” Din scoffed. He took in a shuddering breath. “How could you⏤ Cyar’ika, I… Why?”
His voice cracked and you felt your heart ache in your chest. Din took another step toward you and you held a hand up which brought him to a sudden halt. You pressed your lips together then tried to explain that you were doing this for him. “Din, you’re not…you’re not yourself. You need help.”
“I need you.” Din replied firmly. “Everything is fine.”
“You murdered a man in cold blood today.”
“Is that what you⏤ You truly think so little of me?” Din asked. “It was a duel, cyar’ika. A challenge on my rule. I had no choice.”
You took a step toward him. “Din, you slaughtered him. And you enjoyed it.”
Din’s eyes darkened and the energy that slammed into you was possessive. For so long, you assumed that was how the darksaber felt. However, seeing the way he stared at you now, you realized the possession went much further than how the saber felt for him. He stormed forward and on pure instinct your hand drew your lightsaber without activating it. A warning. His steps stuttered. You didn’t know it was possible to visually see a person’s heart break, but you were witness to it right now.
“Cyar’ika,” Din whispered, “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”
That was true for the man you fell in love with. 
Was it still true?
“I…I…” You struggled to find your words.
Din held his hands out, palms up, in surrender. He took slow steps toward you as if you were a skittish animal he was trying to calm. The tenderness in Din’s gaze cracked your resolve. He reached out and let his hands slowly drag down your arms until they reached your hands. You felt your body tremble. It was easy to make the decision to run when you stared at Din’s features covered in blood, but now? His warm, brown eyes reminded you of every soft touch and tender word of love. 
“Just come back with me.” Din whispered. “Talk to me, cyar’ika. I know…I know things haven’t been right.” He squeezed your hands and pushed the one holding the lightsaber back to your hip. “Let me fix this. Let me make this right. Give me a chance.”
Din leaned forward to set his forehead against yours. A familiar motion that brought you comfort. You let out a soft sigh. One more night. You could spend it talking with Din, gauging a better plan, and it wasn’t like you would be able to leave right now anyways. Not with him right in front of you like this. The look in his eyes told you he wasn’t just going to let you walk away and the absolute last thing you wanted to do was fight him. 
“Please?” Din pleased.
“Okay.” You murmured. 
The bright smile of relief that crossed his face made your heart flutter. Din pulled you into a tight hug and he clung to you like a lifeline. This would be alright. This would be okay. You’d make sure of it. Din slipped his hand into yours and carefully tugged you alongside him. The entire walk back to your bedroom was silent. Din’s thumb traced patterns against your skin.
“I love you.” Din said the moment you were back in your shared room together. His words came out as a desperate ache. “I’m sorry…”
“No, Din, I…I love you. I will always love you.” You replied. “I was leaving to help you.” Din’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I just think you’ve lost sight of your path.” You pressed your lips together then settled your hands on his chest. “I think we should leave Mandalore. Not forever, just⏤ I think we should visit Boba or Karga. Peli? Or… Or maybe we can reach out to Skywalker. Try to visit Grogu.”
Din’s eyes widened at the suggestion. 
He wrapped his hands around your wrists then lifted your hands so he could press a soft kiss against one palm then the other. Din nodded. “Okay. Tomorrow. I’ll be better, cyar’ika.” You gave him a small smile and he leaned in to crash his lips against yours. The way his lips moved against yours made you feel like he was trying to physically beg you to stay with him. Din had never been a man of many words, he’d whisper kind sentiments, but he always showed how much he cared by action. “I love you.” Din’s mouth dropped to your neck as his hands began to tear at your clothes. “You are everything to me.”
 Your hands reached out to unlatch Din’s armor. It was muscle memory for you. How many times had you done this exact same action in the dark during your time with him? Too many to count. His besker fell to the ground and the second he was bare of any armor, Din scooped you up and carried you to bed.
In the morning everything would be okay.
You’d make it so.
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A familiar hand caressing the side of your face is what you woke to. You forced your eyes open, groggy, to find that Din was sitting on the side of the bed leaning over you. He wore his armor once more. Din leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead.
“Ni ceta, cyar’ika.”
“Din?” You questioned.
“I want you to know that everything I do is because I love you.” Din said. “I’ve lost everything, but you.” He cradled the side of your face. “Even this, accepting the title and responsibility of Mandalor, I did with you in mind.”
There was a tone in his voice that was making you nervous. Slowly, you sat up and shook your head, “Din, I never asked you to do that.”
“I know.” He replied. “But this is how I protect you.”
“Din⏤”
“There is nothing in this galaxy that will harm you while I’m around.” Din said firmly. He stood up off the bed and gave you a tight nod. “I won’t lose you. I can’t lose you. This won’t last forever, I swear it. But I can’t leave anything to chance. Not when you mean so much to me.”
Din began to walk toward the bedroom door to leave and you stared at him in confusion. Quickly, before he could leave, you threw the blankets off your body and jumped out of bed. There was a heaviness around your left ankle, a coldness, and with every movement came a rattling. You glanced down to see a shiny, silver chain locked around your ankle. It trailed to the wall beside your bed.
“Din.” You breathed. He stopped but said nothing. “Din?” He turned around with sad eyes. Panicked, you began to rush toward him, but a few feet away from him the chain caught your ankle and you nearly fell to the floor. Warm hands caught you by the arms and pulled your back to your feet. Teary eyed, you shook your head. “What have you done?”
“It’s temporary.” Din repeated himself. “Just until I know you won’t hurt yourself by leaving.”
“Hurt myself⏤ Din, I⏤”
“Cyar’ika, I'm doing this for you. To protect you.” Din gave you a tight lipped smile of regret. “Or until I can make you understand.” Din leaned his forehead against yours. The soft action you loved ruined by his words. “You are mine, cyar’ika. You are mine, and I am yours.” That look of possession was in his eyes again. “And because you are mine, I have to take care of you. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.”
Din was beginning to step back so you quickly cupped his face between your hands. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be. As softly as you could manage, trying to bite back the fear and panic in your voice, you mumbled. “Din, baby, you’re losing yourself. I love you, but you’re losing yourself and it’s breaking my heart. Let me go. Let me help you.”
He turned his head and gently kissed the inside of your palm.
“Maybe I am.” Din murmured. “But if that’s the cost of keeping you, then it’s one I will happily pay.”
Din left without another word and you crumpled to the ground in tears. You mourned for the man you lost and cursed the man who took his place.
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mando'a translations
ni ceta: i'm sorry cyar'ika: darling, sweetheart cetar: kneel nayc: no
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Mitski - My love mine all mine
Comfort fic with Mihawk?
Pretty plz oh my sister of mine
(Add smut if you must-but you’re really pulling my arm)
Comfort fic, you say? You get some angst too, sis.
Masterlist here.
Word Count: 1,178
Warnings: angst, longing, fluff, sleeping, embracing (no smut)
Song Suggestion: Mitsuki - My Love Mine all Mine.
Nothing in the world belongs to me // But my love mine, all mine // Nothing in the world is mine for free // But my love mine, all mine, all mine
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The halls in the great castle had naught a sound resounding in the chasms. The polished cobblestone lay bare and cold, the warm light of the crystalline chandelier reflecting its small flames atop the surfaces. The darkness from nightfall glistened starlight through the stained glass windows; the moon cascading it’s crescent shape on one of the many portraits that hung high and out of sight within the room.
He had been gone for two weeks, his presence not gracing the ornate floorboards with his silhouette for nine days longer than he promised. He thought the contract would be over swiftly, the great blade Yoru able to cut through anything with one fell, booming swipe. His cloak was dishevelled, his cross was laying slightly askew atop his bare chest. The large, fluffed, white feather in his broad hat was slightly singed around the edges, tanning under the scorch marks to tint it a smoked yellow. It did not go at all according to his plan: get in, get it done, get it over with, and get back to you.
The individual he was stalking had managed to raise an army, something the world government did not anticipate him having such sway nor ability to execute. He was to be brought in alive for questioning, his bounty nullified should he perish below a blade. Dracule Mihawk was tasked with not only capturing this person alive, but also ridding the amassment of pirates that had so readily come to his defence. It took him nine days of combat; never resting, always pushing to get to his target. He was exhausted, his energy resources depleted completely.
As he stalked slowly along the grounds, his staff would turn and halt their movements and chores; offering a swift stoop at acknowledgement of his presence. Mihawk’s shoulders were slumped, hunching down from his great posture as he reached your shared bedroom. Turning the circular handle, he lifted the small latch from its brace against the door and slowly allowed the hall light to break through the darkness.
Atop his large four-poster bed lay his love, his hidden treasure known only to his staff and a handful of others he trusted enough with his secret. His eyes softened, leaning his towering form against the post of the doorframe slightly to take you in. Allowing a soft smile to rise to the corner of his lips, he raked his amber-eyes over you to take in your sleeping form.
You lay in a white silken bed-robe, the fabric of the many layers pooling at your wrists in their lengthy decline. Laying on your side, facing the door, your hair lay gracefully cascading atop his pillowcase. Your right leg bent at the knee, the duvet laying beneath it as to mimic your embrace with your lover; as you would most commonly be cradled against the chest of the warlord as you both slept soundly. Your hand was clutching a single red rose, laying wilting and dried over the mattress alongside his promise to return to you before the cut, thorny rose should ever require water. A single petal fell to the floor as you took a deep breath to indicate your slumber had become interrupted.
Mihawk quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind him, the softest click of the latch could be heard as he attempted to silence his decent. He took his hat off, placing it on the desk beside his armchair, alongside removing Yoru and laying the great blade on it’s wooden, decorative resting hilt. He sighed in relief as the weight had been removed from his shoulders, rotating them to remind his muscles how to behave without harnessing such a weapon. Slowly, he drew his arms out of his cloak, wincing as his biceps contracted beneath the material.
He had overexerted himself, went too hard for too long; something you would chastise him for, he’s sure of it. Placing the cloak on the back of his armchair, he removed his boots and socks from his feet and slotted them beneath the bed. His fingers halted their retract as you let a slow, sleepy moan fall from your lips. Your brows began to furrow as your lucidity continued to propel you within haunted dreams of your love’s demise. Mihawk hastily unclasped the buckle on his belt, pulling in one swift movement to rid it from its place within his pants and tucked the object in one of his boots.
Kneeling his right knee on the bed, he began a stumbled and exhausted crawl to fall his body next to your own. He laced his left arm beneath your right and flattened his forehead against your chest, listening to the slow, rhythmic thump of your heartbeat. The remainder of petals fell to rest atop his curled, darkened locks as he closed his honey-coloured eyes tightly shut. He lifted his right arm to rest over your manubrium, focussing more on his concentration listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your breathing.
In your subconsciousness, you drew down your right hand and laced it within Mihawk’s hair; body completing this soft and gentle embrace from muscle memory alone. The furrow in your brows completely fell from your face and softened in your slumber once more. Mihawk smiled into your embrace, relishing being in the arms of his hidden love once again – albeit nine days late.
He hoped you did not hold such tardiness against him, tracing low circles atop the small of your back before drawing his hand down to clutch the back of your right thigh to hook your knee over the bottom of his ribcage. Sighing into the embrace, he felt your body completely relax into him with a sigh of his own to follow in reaction. The two of you feeling the weight of the absence fleeing from your bodies in this gentle embrace, falling from you in waves of bittersweet reunification.
The gentle light of the crescent moon continued to follow into the room, its light illuminating your embrace through the small partition within the heavy charcoal curtains. Mihawk reopened his yellow eyes, tilting his head up and removing his hand from your chest in favour of brushing a single strand away from your face. Your lips were parted, eyelashes forming a small shadow atop the apples of your cheeks under the light of the moon. Mihawk felt his heart swell knowing you were safe in his castle, slumbering soundly while remaining hidden away from the world government.
Finally having something that was truly his own, not an ability to be used for exploit, nor his vast array of wealth in riches and land. You were his, something that was only for him.
“Sleep now, my love,” he sighed, pressing a lingering kiss against your throat with his eyelashes flickering against the bare skin as he leant in to your embrace. He withdrew his soft touch and whispered against your flesh: “May you forgive me when you wake. I love you, may you continue to be mine. Only mine.”
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mobbu-min · 2 years
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☆ cat, kitty, cat (3) ☆
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summary: In which an alchemy lesson went wrong, and your favorite housewarden is turned into a kitten. Now your tasked with caring for him.
a/n: finally finished all the dorm leaders! I had a bit of trouble writing for idia, so he might be a little ooc ^^: also he was incredibly hard to find photos for, like i struggled so much. on another note, someone recently requested a vice housewarden version, so that will come out soon, but also we hit 700+ followers a little while ago! Im incredibly happy and over joyed, really thank you all!
So i'm thinking about doing a little event. I'm at a crossroads between doing one of those alphabet prompts or just regular prompts. with both, i think i'll include different genres (like fluff, yandere, angst maybe nsfw???) but those are all just thoughts.
if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them! it's greatly appreciated :)
included: Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia
!warning! cursing, ooc!idia? my horrible attempt at a country accent
*you can find the other parts here! -> one, two
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Vil Schoenheit <3
This was it.
 The moment you were going to meet your demise. Overblot after overblot, you stayed strong and survived. The boys that bullied you for being magicless wouldn’t even come close to the dread you faced. Nor did Grim’s rage when you ran out of tuna.
 No, the pure rage you were about to face made all those things minuscule.  
 You wished you could go back in time and stop yourself. Stop yourself from doing the unthinkable. How you wished you weren’t that naive.
 But no, you couldn’t.
 You had to face the fact that you accidentally followed Neige LeBlanche back on Magicam. Had to acknowledge your misdoings. And most importantly, giving in and liking his top post. A cute photo of him in a flower field holding up a little puppy. You couldn’t resist. He tempted you with his ridiculously charming smile and bright eyes.
 And now you had to face the rage of the one and only housewarden of Pomfiore, Vil Schoenheit.
 You could picture it now. Standing in the garden of Pomfiore, the sun’s glow basking the four of you in golden light making the shadows all the more ominous. All the more formidable. You could see Vil’s picturesque frown, red lips in a straight line. Eye makeup done to perfection. Rook’s amused, yet unforgiving, smile. Lastly, Epel’s sad frown, blue eyes glimmering with tears.
 You could feel the poison he’d give you slid down your throat. And it won’t be an ugly death, no a death that Rook would praise, a death Vil would be proud of. You’ll lay on the grass, head tilted to the side taking in the setting sun for the last time. 
 But it won’t be the last thing you’ll see, no, you’ll be blessed to see Vil’s face, pretty eyes and soft locks touching the skin of your cold face. His hands softly holding your chin and with the softest voice, he’ll whisper, “You should never go against your Queen.”
 And that will be it for you. 
 Nothing more than another victim to Neige’s looks and Vil’s unbridled hatred towards the other. 
 Opening the doors to Pomfiore, your suspicions were only confirmed. No one was in sight. Not the overdramatic students that attempted to fight you and no harsh glares sent your way from the more stuck up ones. Not even Rook, who always greeted you with a hug, was there. 
 I guess this is the end. You sighed, shaking your head with a heavy heart. 
 The further you walked into the dorm the darker it grew. Lights slowly dimmed until you were following the lit candles down the hall, up the staircase, down another hall, ultimately ending in front of Vil’s door. Gulping, you leaned your head against the door, hearing nothing by silence. 
 Maybe I should just turn back? Yeah, my death can wait. Patting yourself on your back, you turned around to leave. But fate had other plans for your poor soul.
 In an instant a hand dragged you through Vil’s doors. Another clamping down on your mouth to prevent your scream from alerting others. The door shut with a harsh bang. Panicking, you squirmed in your captor's hold. But he was strong and easily prevented you from elbowing his chest. 
 You froze the moment lips brushed against your ear. A low whisper echoed in your ear. “Welcome, my trickster.”
 Immediately, you slouched in Rooks hold and did the first thing that came to mind. 
 Licking his hand.
 He instantly retreated his hand. A gleeful, amused chuckles escaping his lips. Fixing your sweater, you glared up at him and asked, “Was all that really necessary?”
 “Why of course, trickster! I find the way people tense up and squirm quite beautiful.” He winked.
 Shuddering, you shoved him lightly and muttered, “You sure are weird.”
 “Tell me ‘bout it.”
 “Hey, Epel.” You waved, pushing Rook away from you. Sitting on Vil’s stool for his vanity, you asked nervously, remembering why you came in the first place, “S-so what’s gonna happen to me?”
 Epel looked at you in confusion. His lips puckered lost at your question. Tilting his head, he mumbled, “What’cha mean?”
 Playing with your fingers, you whispered, “W-well about my misdoings?”
 Again, Epel looked at you like you grew two heads. Glancing at his lap, then to you, then his lap again, he said confused, “I don’t think ya’ did this?”
 “Did what?”
 Rook stood beside Epel and held out the fluffy kitten towards you. Irritated violet eyes stared at you. Its small body rocking from Rook’s movements. Its fluffy tail swaying languidly. 
 “This, my dearest trickster!” Rook said dramatically, bringing the calm kitten up to his face. Squishing it against his cheek, “Our dearest Roi de Poison has turned into a kitten!”
 Like glass, you fell to your knees and grasped your shirt. A relieved sigh escaping your lips. Realizing that you’ll get to live another day. “Oh this is so much better than I originally thought.”
 Vil came saunting towards your lap and looked at you expectantly. Chuckling, you softly scratched behind his ear. He purred in response. 
 Epel came to sit beside you and asked, “what in tarnation was goin’ through ya’ head?”
 Settling Vil on your lap, you chuckled softly at his content purrs. Shrugging your shoulders you answered “I thought I was going to die.”
 Epel made a noise of surprise and worried. 
 “I know. But it’s not my fault I liked one of Neige’s posts. It was too cute.”
 Everything seemed to stop. Silence enveloped the room. No more purrs. Epel’s wide eyes stared at you in shock. Even Rook had nothing to say, but alas you stayed oblivious and continued to talk.
 “I thought Vil was gonna have my head for not only liking his post, but following him back on Magicam, haha! I sure do have a- guys, why are you staring at me like that?”
 A low hiss caught your attention. Looking down at Vil, you smiled nervously at his narrowed eyes and claws. “Haha, Rook, come get– AHHHHHHHH!!!”
 “Oh! Seems like Roi de Poison is angry!”
 “Ya’ think?”
 “GET HIM OFF ME!!!!”
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⋆ Epel and Rook at to pry, and I mean pry, Vil off your face. He was seething, Rook was laughing, Epel was tired and you were crying. You left with a red scratch up face and an ice pack to help the swelling.
⋆ Vil is your stereotypical cat. Aloof, prissy, high maintenance, knows that he’s better than everyone, basically he’s just himself. And he’s just so fuckin pretty and fluffy. Literally, his fur is so soft, so silky. His is a warm white, with really soft light brown accents on his face, tips of his tail, ears and paws. And the prettiest violet eyes that practically allude mystery and confidence.
⋆ After Vil’s anger, he finds himself hanging by you a lot more. You’re warm and soft, and your hands even more so. Also he knows for a fact that you’re the one making sure Grim looks his best, because Grim sure as hell isn’t putting any extra work into his appearance. So he trusts you to keep up with his new maintenance.
⋆ It’s so much work, and I mean so much work. The water has to be perfect, the towels need to be freshly washed, etcetc. Anything he does for his regular self, needs to be done to his cat self. No you can’t argue, no you can’t give him to Rook to do it for you. He wants you to do it, and only you.
⋆ Don’t even entertain the thought of feeding him tuna, especially tuna from a can. Vil will stick his nose in the air and swat at the food. In the end, you’re like ‘and what am I supposed to feed you, Vil? I’m not exactly made out of money.’
⋆ He comes back an hour later with his credit card in hand and dumps it on your lap then goes to sit on his ledge near the window. His eyes blinked expectantly at you. In the end, you’re buying high quality meat for not only him by for yourself and Grim (or any food really)
⋆ And don’t even think about even setting him on the ground. He vehemently refuses to set foot on the ground. Vil will claw at your arm and clothing to prevent it. Hissing like a madman (mad kitten?) he makes it look and sound like your murdering him.
⋆ In the end you either hold him in your arms, cradling him like a baby, or he’s wearing little booties that you bought/made for him.
⋆ He may walk with those on, but he still refuses to sit on anything other than your lap. And you can’t say otherwise.
⋆ He’s one the few cats that will allow you to dress him. Vil loves the way you coo and gush about how adorable he is. He’ll proudly wear whatever you bought/made for him. Not only does he get to feel like his normal self, but your whole attention is on him and solely him.
⋆ Doesn’t nap a lot, but when he does: Do Not Disturb Him.
⋆ Vil also makes you sleep when he sleeps. Especially during the night. If you have a bad sleeping pattern, he’s fixing that. Vil will sit on your chest or stomach, make himself comfortable and will not move. If you attempt to move him or get up, he’s sticking his nails into your skin as a warning. He wants you to get sleep, it's the least he can do after everything you’ve been doing for him.
⋆ Overall, Vil displays the very typical cat behavior but he gets a pass because he’s pretty (and he’s paying your food bill)
“No wonder you look tired all the time. The time you sleep is outrageous. Hmm? Grim keeps you up? Well why don’t you just sleep here? We have an extra room. Or would you perhaps prefer to sleep alongside me? (chuckles) Spudling, no need to get so flustered. I was only teasing you~”
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Idia Shroud <3
 “Hey! Ortho! You called me buddy?” You said, walking into the Ignihyde dorm. You shivered at the cold air blasting through the ac. Rubbing your arms, you walked towards Idia room, knowing that Ortho was probably there with his brother.
 Knocking on the door, you waited patiently before saying softly, “Idia? Ortho? Is it okay for me to come in?”
 Shuffling could be heard on the other side. Ortho’s voice was the only voice you could hear followed by the scampering of paws. Frowning, you knocked again. “Ortho? Buddy, are you alright?”
 “Yes! I’m fine! You can come in!” He called.
 Opening the door, you walked in casually. Taking note to help Ortho to clean up Idia’s mess. Leaning against a dresser, you watched Ortho who was currently looking underneath the bed. His hands stretched out trying to get something from underneath.
 Crouching down behind Ortho, you asked, “So…whatcha reaching for?”
 “Idia.”
 “What?”
 His answer was blunt, straight to the point. A very Ortho response.
 Sitting on his knees, he tilted his head and pointed to the bed, “Idia’s under there. Take a look.”
 You stared at him questionably. Ortho’s not one to play pranks, and when he does, his pranks are harmless. Shrugging your shoulders, you leaned down to stare into the dark abyss. Slowly your eyes adjusted to the darkness. It smelt bad, but you ignored it the best you could and held your breath.
 Seconds ticked by. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. Just as you were about to come out for air, a swishing of a tail caught your attention. Staring harder, a pair of bright yellow eyes stared at you in fear. 
 Without thinking, you caught the creature before it could scamper away. Coming back up you took a deep breath of air and held up the screaming kitten. 
 “Big brother!” Ortho exclaimed in delight. Taking the kitten from your hands, he cradled Idia in his arms. Murmuring how scared he must have been and how he shouldn’t run away like that.
 You merely watched Ortho snuggle into the kitten with amusement. This isn’t the weirdest thing that has happened during your time in Night Raven Academy. You could only assume it was an alchemy assignment gone wrong. Though this was so much better then last week when Ace turned his entire arm into a crab claw. You still had bruises from that.
 Reaching your hand out, you scratched Idia behind his ear, “Damn, Idia seems like your an anime heroine for once.”
 He meowed in response.
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⋆ Idia, much like his human counterpart, hates being around others. He’s so incredibly shy, but this time it’s so much harder because he’s so quick to hide underneath couches and beds. It’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten smushed.
⋆ That being said, you and Ortho take turns watching Idia. Idia feels comfortable enough around you that he won’t immediately be running to the hilltops.
⋆ Taking care of Idia is definitely the easiest. Besides his hiding problems, he’s not incredibly clinging or high maintenance. All he needs is a place to stay low, food, and a screen.
⋆ Like Leona, he’s pretty long, and like Riddle, he’s incredibly fluffy. If there’s one thing, Idia has over the others, is the fact his eyes look like they glow in the dark. You’re positive that’s not how cats should work, but at the same time cat’s shouldn’t talk (i’m looking at you, grim) nor should they have fiery ears and tail. And no, that's not only a jab at Grim, but also at Idia. Idia’s ears has the fiery flames like Grim and his tail has a little flame at the tip. Grim won’t admit it, but you know he’s jealous.
⋆ You know those pictures of cat’s fitting in the smallest of places? Yeah, that's Idia. In cups, little cracks in the wall of Ramshackle, your shoe to prevent you from leaving. Anywhere that’s empty, expect Idia to be there.
⋆ He sleeps a lot during the day. So he’ll hang out in your sweater or bag, but he much rather prefers to stay in your room.
⋆ During the night, he’s a menace. You know he’s trying to be quiet, but he fails miserably. He’s constantly knocking things over, falling from high places, jumping onto your stomach. It’s a mess, but you can’t really get mad at him. Not when he looks up at you with the widest golden eyes that screams ‘Please don’t be mad.’
⋆ Kitten Idia pretty content with affection. He loves when you scratch behind his ear or when you cuddle him close to his chest. Idia’s purring so damn much, it’s all like damn okay, touch starved much?
⋆ Definitely the chillest kitten you could have. Though beware, he hates bath time. Even more than Grim.
“S-stop staring at me like that. Y-your making me nervous. Huh!? You m–mean that I was…i was…cute! (quietly passes away)”
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Malleus Draconia <3
 It was calm. 
 Something that you were having increasingly difficulties in finding these past few days. Staring up at the starry sky, you sighed blissfully. Even though you weren’t familiar with the constellations and such in the dark abyss, you still found beauty in it.
 “Is that what Rook means about finding beauty within things?’ You asked out loud. Taking a seat on the grass, you let yourself flop down. Fingers intertwined with the thin threads of grass. Inhaling the cool night air. Admiring the sparkling night.
 It was perfect. You felt at peace.
 Meow
You blinked, once, twice. You waited for the noise again.
 Meow 
 It was closer this time. Turning your head to the right, you watched as a small black kitten emerged from the thick foliage of the bushes. Said kitten looked all around until its pretty green eyes settled onto you. Jumping, the kitten meowed again and rushed towards you. Falling a few times in the process.
 Sitting up, you caught the kitten in time before it could fall onto its face again. Holding it at arm's length, you laughed softly at the kitten’s meows of delight. “And who are you?”
 Bringing the kitten closer, you admired its silky ebony fur. Holding its paw between your fingers you melted at its little pink toe beans. The kitten purred in happiness. 
 “You’re the cutest thing imaginable. Yes, you are.” You cooed softly, cuddling your cheek against its tiny head. The kitten proceeds to nuzzle its nose with yours. You practically squealed in happiness. So cute!
 Setting the kitten on your lap, you laughed as the kitten got comfortable on your lap. Staring up at you with its mesmerizing emerald eyes. Scratching behind its ear, you murmured softly, “Y’know, you remind me of someone I know.”
 It blinked.
 “His name is Malleus. He has black hair like you and the prettiest green eyes I’ve ever seen. And I mean, pretty pretty. No joke.” pinching its cheek, you murmured playfully, “But he’s not nearly as cute as you.”
 The kitten meowed. 
 Closing your eyes, you fell back on your back and brought the kitten to your chest. Letting it rest on you. Pawing at your chest, the kitten soon settled on you and purred softly.
 “I think I’ll call you Malleus Jr. How about it?”
 Meow
“Fufufu, I thought the term jr. was given to a child?” 
 Looking up, you smiled at the bright magenta eyes that twinkled with amusement. “Good evening, Lilia.”
 “Hello, little one. I see, Malleus is keeping you company.” Lilia mused, taking a seat beside you. Petting your head, he chuckled, “He was so eager to find you that he disappeared.”
 “Lilia, you make no sense.” you breath out, slowly getting up and setting the kitten between you both. 
 The kitten proceeded to stumble towards Lilia’s outstretched gloved hand and purred loudly. An amused smile on Lilia’s youthful features. Glancing up at you, he grinned, “My child, you really are as oblivious as the rumors.”
 “Rumors?! There’s rumors about me?” You gasped, your hand covering your agape mouth.
 Chuckling, he nodded, “Tons, but that's not why I’m here.”
 “No no, Lilia you gotta tell me now. You can’t just say stuff and not spill.” You pouted.
 Placing a finger to his lips, he smiled, “How about we talk about it over a cup of tea?”
 Stretching out your hand, you nodded your head, “Deal.” He shook your hand, and you asked another question, “So why are you here?”
 “To retrieve Malleus of course.” Lilia said simply. His eyes twinkled in bliss. Pointed to the kitten that suddenly clung onto your hand, he said, “But it appears Malleus has no intentions on leaving his human any time soon. Ah, young love.”
  “Wha- Malleus?” 
 Green eyes glossed over with wonder. With a nod, Malleus jumped onto your lap and made no signs to move.
 Sighing, you stared at Lilia and deadpanned, “You’re paying kitten support.”
 “Fufufu, why of course~”
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⋆ Okay, I am biased when I say Malleus is probably the best kitten to take care of.
⋆ He’s calm, full of curiosity, incredibly gentle, just really really sweet. Like he’s ten times smaller than you, but still treats you like he’s at his regular height. He’s careful not to hurt you with his claws, careful not to jump too hard on you. Its like he’s the one taking care of you and not the other way around.
⋆ Also, he’s really pretty. He’s like in the top three of prettiest kittens (vil and leona following behind) As mentioned, he has black fur because obviously, with the shiniest, brightest green eyes. Just down right beautiful. Also strands of fur that stick up on the tips of his ears that swoop up that emulate his horns. The cutest.
⋆ He’s ecstatic that he gets to spend time with you. Since he’s a kitten, he gets to go places with you that he normally couldn't. (much to sebek's dismay) Malleus attends class with you, sitting at your side or on the desk. He loves lunches, because he gets to experience what it's like to be a regular student (as regular as you can be as a kitten), to see you, the braincell trio, plus Jack or Epel, all goof around and talk about how hard a test was. He loves seeing your large smile and laughter. Also that head scratches he gets from Deuce or Epel is a plus.
⋆ There's never a dull moment with Malleus, you soon find out. Because this boy is so full of wonder and curiosity, that you can’t help but indulge him. Malleus loves to sit in the basket of your bike, he loves the way the wind pushes through his fur. Most of all, he loves the way your laughter sounds so joyful and bright.
⋆ Malleus, although likes to walk with you, also loves to sit on your shoulder and stare at everyone. Seeing everyone’s emotions and expression. Since every reaction he seems to get in his regular form, are ones of fear and total obedience. So it’s intriguing to Malleus to see all these different emotions, ranging from happiness to despair to rage to nonchalance. Malleus grows a deeper fastiation with humans after.
⋆ He doesn't really take naps, but will if you want to take one. Loves to cuddle into your side or chest.
⋆ Malleus in a very simple way to put it is incredibly gentle and curious. He wants to know so much more about the world, about the people around him and most importantly you. That he’s willing to drink as many kitten transformation potions to be able to experience what it's like to be a regular student and to be able to experience the warmth of your hands on his head once more.
‘My child of man, what do you think of going to Briar Valley with me? Hm? ‘Why’ you ask? Well, to put it simply, I learned a lot while I was a small kitten and that’s because of you. You allowed me to experience the highs and lows of a normal student life. I only want to repay you by allowing you to experience more of the world. Afterall, this campus is quite small.’
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tyunkus · 1 year
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can u do a how txt would react to u surprising them with lingerie !!! :)
ANON... U HAVE MY BRAIN MELTING RN.
yeonjun would be so HKHFSKJDHFB inside he would be melting but outside you can see the outline of his cock through his pants getting hard at the sight of you LOL the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk and he beckons you over.. lets you stand between his legs as he looks up at you and runs his hands up and down the backs of your thighs to your ass to your waist, fingers skimming past the fabric of your thong.. "you look so pretty, baby. just wanna fuck you. make you come, got me hard just looking at you, you know just what to do to rile me up, hm?" would start planting soft kisses between your tits down to your tummy, loves how the bra cups your tits, how gentle the lace of your thong looks against your skin, he'll ruin you so nicely as a reward,,
soobin would be so smiley like he can't help it!!! his sweet, sexy, perfect girlfriend wearing some thin flimsy nightgown that barely reaches past your hips and some thin lacy panties, already soaked for him.. god he would be SOOOO happy and so whipped, lets you climb on top of him but starts kissing you first, obsessed with the way you look and smell and feel, breathing you in.. he'd be so insane for you, he can't even muster up any thoughts much less sentences.. loves how your hair tickles his skin when you lean over him, loves how you tremble when he whispers "good girl" in your ear and especially loves how you buckle over him when he drags a finger down your folds, dipping them inside just a tiny bit.. wants to be good for you as much as he wants you to be good for him, so just stay still and let him finger you until you're trembling and you've ruined your pretty panties :(
beomgyu would act all normal and calm on the outside but he's literally going insane just at the sight of you lol! hums as he pulls you closer and traces his fingers along the sides of your waist. "who's this all for, huh? me? all dolled up so i can fuck you, right? what a cute, slutty girl, you could have just asked.." he trails off, but he's not fooling anyone - he tells you to stay still so he can take a proper look at you, and you can see the hunger in his eyes as his they graze down your body, admiring the way it looks on you, taking in your bashful gaze and your teeth biting at your lower lip. god he wants to ruin you, fuck his cock into you while holding onto the harness UFUJHKBFWBAW would make you keep your thong on and just push it to the side when he finally pushes into you, n once he's set a steady pace and you're all drooly he'd pull at it to fuck you back on his cock HFKJWBRKJWBEDKJNW
taehyun would have the softest most evil smile on his face.. start off by telling you how beautiful you look, thank you for dressing so prettily for him, what a good girl.. then he'd flip you on your back and start kissing down your body, loving how you respond so well for him!!!! likes how his hands look underneath your slip dress, see-through and soft to the touch, running up and down your torso.. holding your thighs in place as he eats you out while you're still wearing the panties - duh!!!! wants to have visual proof that he's fucking you up with just his tongue, see how the cloth of the panties darken n get all messy with your cum and his spit.. feeds you his cock with the dress still on cuz he loves how it rides up to your hips n he thinks its hot when the straps start falling off your shoulders from how hard he fucks u :p
hyuka would be so giggly like he would be so Pleased with you thats the only way i can think to describe it LMFAOO hed be teasing u and praising you at the same time like "aw, all this for me? so cute, baby, wanted to make me all flustered?" and don't get him wrong, he is - but he also thinks you're so fucking adorable for wanting to surprise him like this 😭 thinks its so sweet and funny that you went through all this effort when you're just gonna end up all fucked out and cockdrunk by the end of it lol but it's okay, he loves you for it, he'll indulge in you! kisses you all over first, your face especially, tries to drink in the sight as much as possible, burn the memory into his mind.. then he'll kiss you on the cheek and strip you slowly, rubbing your pussy while he slides the panties down your legs, dips his fingers into you while he unhooks your bra with one hand.. worships your body cause you're just so perfect, and when he finally fucks you he's showering you with praise and thank yous and sweet angels, he loves you so much :')
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moodywyrm · 10 months
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what do you think aftercare with abby would be like after your first time? like, if her gf was a virgin? i feel like any aftercare with abby would be godly but oh my god..if you were a virgin she’d go above and beyond..
ohhhhh man. okay I kinda touched on this when I wrote about college! abby taking bookworm! readers virginity, but now is my time to Elaborate <3
Abby's still holding you, trying to steady her breathing after she came against the base of the harness, also trying to tune into your breathing and how you're reacting after your last orgasm. It takes a second for the both of you to calm down long enough to look at each other, and when you do, Abby feels an entirely new warmth blossom in her chest. You look so blissed out and sleepy, entirely content in her arms. She gives you a little smile and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, before asking, "Are you ready for me to pull out? Or do you want to wait a second?"
"You're okay to pull out just, be gentle," You pout, bracing one arm against her biceps.
"Of course baby, never wanna hurt you." And she's slowly easing herself out of you, rubbing soothing circles on her hip as she pulls out slow and steady, heart twinging at the little wince you let out when the head of the strap pops out of you. Immediately, Abby is undoing the harness, throwing it to the side and rubbing at your hips.
"Think you can stand, baby? Or you need me to carry you?" She's slowly massaging at different parts of your body, trying to ease the aches before they really set in.
You're a tiny bit confused, because why does she need you to get out of the bed? You try to move your legs and end up whimpering, not used to the soreness creeping into your body. "Uh, I don't think I can stand just yet, but why?"
Abby just presses a kiss to your forehead, climbing off the bed and scooping you up like a princess (her princess <3), murmuring a little "Gotta take care of you baby," and carrying you over to the bathroom. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't shaky on her legs, absolutely wrecked from her orgasm and the sheer energy it took to fuck you how you deserved. It's a delicious ache, but an ache nonetheless.
She sets you down on the bathroom counter, laughing at little bit when you wince at the cold surface against your sensitive thighs. Abby moves away for just a second, turning on the shower and letting it warmth up while she set out your favorite bath products. She sets out body oil and lotion, your skin care products, and then makes a quick run to the closet to grab two pairs of soft boxers, plus her softest t-shirt for you <3
Meanwhile, you're just sitting on the counter, softly kicking your legs and waiting for her. When she steps back into the bathroom, she almost fucking melts at how sweet you look. She takes care of your hair brushing it (if your hair type can be easily/should regularly be brushed), if not she helps you tuck it into a shower cap, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as she does so.
She takes her time with you in the shower, washing off every inch of your body, holding you up and running the pine-scented body wash all over your body. When she's done cleaning you up, she holds you for a second before turning off the water and leading you back to the counter.
Abby is heart-achingly gentle as she rubs the oil onto your body, not missing an inch. She does your skin care as she lets it soak in, washing her hands between steps. Once that's done, she rubs the lotion into your skin, her warm hands almost making you fall asleep. Even though she tries to stop you, Abby ends up letting you reciprocate, rubbing oil and then lotion onto her body and pressing kisses to her freckles every now and then. She pulls on her boxers before helping you get dressed, easing the boxers up your hips and adjusting the waistband so it doesn't dig into you. Eases the shirt over your head, pressing another kiss to your forehead when she's done.
Literally carries you back to the room, but makes you wait on her desk chair as she changes the bedding and refuses to let you help. Uses her soft silk bedding so your skin doesn't get irritated or caught on anything, and lifts you into the bed. Abby lays down, pulling you onto her chest and whispering a small "I love you baby, goodnight" against your lips for one last kiss.
She turns the light off, hiding the blush that covers her face when you say it back, this time with a sweet "thank you for being so good to be, sweet girl," whispered into her collarbone.
The two of you sleep so well, completely soothed and warm and sated. <3
I'm literally gonna cry my eyes out she's So. So. Wife. GF. Life Partner.
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ediedoodle · 8 months
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Good Boy
Moe Doodle x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ NSFW, pegging and anal fingering (m!receiving), handjob, pet names for Moe (good boy [obviously, and probably used too much] and baby) and pet name for reader (baby)
Author’s note: this was requested by @djkirin24 !! ty for the request 🧡 i was more than happy to write about this, bc JUST TAKE A LOOK AT THIS MAN’S ASS. u can probably tell that i’ve never pegged or fingered anyone in the ass before soz 🧍
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He looks up at you with those big, gorgeous, ridiculously large eyes of his. His gaze is wide and soft, just like a puppy. He nods at you, a look of pleading behind his stare. You smile at him before you lean down to kiss him. The kiss is deep and slow, soft and intimate. You open up his mouth with your own, your tongue sliding over his and dominating it. You grind into his lap, feeling him grow hard quickly.
You knew he’d been horny all day, and he’d been wanting to try this for ages, so it didn’t surprise you just how quickly he got turned on this time. He whines into your mouth, a high soft sound as you grind against him even harder, letting him get just a little friction against where he was now aching to be touched. You kiss him for a short while longer before you finally pull back.
“Strip,” you command him softly.
His eyes widen again. There’s a mixture of fear, apprehension, but also excitement in his gaze. He nods, moving to stand up once you’d removed yourself from his lap. He strips quickly, tossing his vest, shirt, and bellbottoms aside before shimmying out of his boxers. You can help but bite your lip lightly as you take in the glorious sight of his naked body.
“Mmmm, such a pretty boy,” you groan as you go to stand in front of him, pulling him down by the neck to kiss you again. He moans into the kiss, his hands grabbing at your waist frantically.
You feel his cock press between your legs, slipping between your thighs. A smug smirk toys with your lips when you feel his hips start to buck lightly. You could tell he was weakly trying to restrain himself but he just couldn’t help it, he was so needy he had resorted to trying to fuck your thighs in a desperate attempt to get some relief. You let out a breathy giggle into the kiss as you clench your thighs together gently, squeezing Moe’s cock between them. The sound he makes is sinful, a soft and high pitched mixture between a gasp and a moan.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you. I promise,” you whisper against his lips. You pull on his hair slightly, stopping the kiss so you could look at him.
“Lie down for me baby. On your stomach,” your voice is soft but firm, gentle but leaving no room for argument. He quickly obeys your instruction, climbing onto the bed and lying on his stomach, his hips angled slightly to the side to accommodate his hardened cock.
“Good boy,” you hum and you hear the softest of moans leave Moe, his hips rutting lightly against the bed.
You see Moe twist his head to look at you as you quickly rid yourself of your own clothes. You grab the strap harness and swiftly fasten it around you. You attached the slimmest dildo you had, not wanting to push Moe too far for his first time. You hear another groan from Moe as he takes in the sight of you. Your chest bare, your gorgeous tits hanging free, adorned only in the black strap harness with the pretty slim black cock attached to it. Moe whimpers, his eyes widening as his gaze hones in on your strap. His bottom lip trembles where he tugs it between his teeth.
“You okay?” You coo lightly.
“Y-yeah… it’s just…” he swallows thickly, his voice shaky. “It- it’s hot. You’re hot,” he confesses breathlessly.
A smile stretches your lips as you slowly climb onto the bed, hovering yourself above Moe’s waiting body. You lean your face down at the same time Moe turns his further upwards to meet you in another gentle kiss. You kiss him softly for a few moments, feeling the urgency in his lips, in how he bucked his hips, pushing his ass up against your cock.
“You gonna be good for me, hmm?” You sigh against his lips. “Take my cock like a good boy?”
Moe whines and nods fervently, pushing his ass even harder against your strap, emphasising his point. You hum your satisfaction, giving him a final lingering kiss before you’re pulling away, sitting up on your heels. You reach to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube, and slathering it across your dominant hand. You return the bottle to nightstand before spreading the lube all across your strap-on, pumping it a few times to ensure it was fully coated. Moe watches you intently the whole time, soft excited gasps escaping his parted lips.
You take your hand and the remainder of lube and slowly start to run it between his cheeks, your index finger swirling around his puckered hole, spreading the lube around. Moe practically shivers, more of those sweet soft sighs leaving his throat.
“Good boy,” you hum softly under your breath. “You tell me if it gets to be too much or you want to stop, okay?” You check in with him again.
He nods quickly.
“Use your words baby. I wanna make sure you’re good with this.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Please. Please, baby. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” he rambles almost incoherently, his words nearly tripping over each other, muffled as he buries his face into the sheets beneath him.
“Good boy.” You affirm again.
You swirl your index finger around his a hole a few more times before you finally, slowly, push it inside him. He clenches around you, his body going tight, a loud groan emanating from his chest. You shhh him gently, making soft hushing sounds as you gradually sink your finger in to the knuckle.
 “That’s it,” you praise him quietly as you slowly begin a pumping motion with your finger.
Moe whines softly, his body slowly starting to relax a bit more as he gets used to the sensation. After a while of fingering him with just the one finger you eventually bring your middle finger into the mix, gently stretching him out a bit more.
“F-fuck,” Moe chokes out at the new sensation, his fists balling into the sheets on either side of him.
You push your finger to the knuckle slowly, gently scissoring them open the slightest bit, stretching him open soflty. Your dildo was slim but it was still definitely going to stretch his tight and unused hole so you wanted to get him as prepped as possible.
“That’s it baby, you can take it. You’re doing so well,” you coo gently, letting your other hand massage his ass cheeks softly.
Moe’s breathing is rapid, the muscles of his back taut and pulled tight, a mixture of pleasure and dull pain rippling through his body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t fucking love the feeling, the fine balance between the sore and the euphoric bliss. You keep pumping him until you feel his body start to relax, giving himself over to the pleasure.
You lean forwards, hovering over his back. You kiss your way up his back, over his shoulder, until you find his neck. You nip and bite him softly, all the while still gently pumping him with your fingers. You can’t help but smile to yourself when you get closer to his face, a whole new litany of noises flying from Moe’s lips that you couldn’t hear from further away. The tiniest of whimpers and gasps, choked moans lodged in his throat. Such sweet, pretty, soft noises. So intimate and vulnerable. It made your heart flutter and your pussy clench.
“You think you’re ready for my cock now, baby?” You hum, tugging his earlobe between your teeth.
Another whimper, another tremble through his body.
“Yes,” he whispers almost inaudibly. “Please. Please.”
You kiss his cheek softly before you sit back up. You gently pull your fingers free from between his cheeks. You climb over his body again, this time making sure that you could angle your hips properly to line up your strap with his ass. You hold your cock in your hand, pushing the head between his cheeks, gently nudging his tight hole.
“You ready?” You ask, checking in one final time.
“Please,” is all he responds.
You rub his lower back reassuringly as you finally push your cock inside him, stretching his hole with just the tip.
“O-oh fuck. Shit,” Moe grits out through clenched teeth.
You give him a moment to get used to it before you push a bit further forward, seating yourself about half way inside him.
“Ah, fuck,” he lets out a trembling breath, his voice wavering.
“You okay? Does it hurt baby?” You ask, slightly concerned.
Moe pants raggedy.
“A little,” he confesses. “But m-mostly…” he breaks off with another trembling whimper as you push a tiny bit deeper inside him.
“Mostly it feels good?” You finish for him.
He nods.
“Yeah?” You prompt him for a verbal response.
“Y-yes. So good,” he groans breathlessly.
“Good,” you hum. “Remember, you tell me if you need to stop, yeah?”
“No, just… just keep going. Please. Please don’t stop,” he begs quietly.
You smile to yourself and slowly start to pull back out, setting an incredibly slow pace of thrusting in and out go him, letting him adjust to the size, get used to the feeling of being stretched open.
“Hmm, you’re doing so well, baby. Taking my cock like such a good boy. I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry,” you breathe gently, dipping your head to place soft kisses across his back.
You can feel his body trembling underneath you, your chest against his back. His skin burning and flushed on your lips, his muscles tense. He whimpers again, almost sounding like he was close to tears.
“Shhh, just relax for me, Moe. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” you murmur against his skin.
You feel him slowly start to relax, his body going slightly more limp where he lay beneath you.
“There you go,” you praise him gently, “that’s it.”
You steadily start to move your hips again, picking up a slightly faster pace. You put your focus into thrusting long and deep rather than too fast and brutal. The sounds Moe makes every time you hit that spot deep inside of him are angelic. You think you’d never tire of hearing those sounds. You think you could fuck this boy forever if it meant you got hear those soft gasps over and over again.
Moe’s groans get louder and more frequent as you start to increase your pace a little more, thrusting into him a bit harder. You grip onto his shoulder for leverage, your nails digging into his skin. Moe lets out muffled whimpers and whines, his face buried into the mattress. One of his hands reaches behind him, seeking out your thigh where it was hooked around his hip. His fingers dig into your flesh, gripping you almost painfully hard. You catch a glimpse of his other hand, which is still fisting the sheets just as hard.
“A-ah, fuck,” he mumbles into the sheets. “Shit, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good. S-so good,” his voice is strained and taut with pleasure.
“Yeah? You like this? You like having me fuck you, hmm?” You tease.
He chokes out another pathetic noise, his lips mouthing the word ‘yes’ but unable to actually sound his response as he becomes overwhelmed with pleasure.
You smirk before grabbing his hips roughly, adjusting to pull his ass up in the air, lifting his hips off the bed. Moe moans almost embarrassingly loud at the new position, his face still pressed to the mattress as you fuck his ass, now fully spread and on display in front of you. You keep hold of his hips, helping fuck him back onto your strap. You can feel how weak Moe’s limbs are as he’s barley able to keep himself on his knees as you thrust into him over and over again.
When you reach around and grab his painfully hard cock in one of your hands he damn near keels over completely. You swipe your thumb over his leaking slit, gathering the pre-cum, mixing it with the remnants of lube you still had on your hand, before you start to slide your hand up and down his dick, twisting lightly as you went.
“Fuck, fuck… I- it- it’s too much,” Moe chokes out with a whine, his hips jerking against your touch as you stroke him.
“It’s okay, you can take it. You can take it,” you coo softly, slowing both your hands and your hips slightly.
He cries out, his hips thrusting into your hand pathetically. His whines heighten in pitch and you can tell he’s finally close.
“That’s it. Cum for me, baby. You can do it, cum for me,” you moan, squeezing and twisting his cock a little tighter as you thrust intentionally deep, hitting that special spot inside him.
“Sh-shit, shit. Oh, fuck,” Moe moans pathetically as his orgasm hits him like a freight train.
His whole body convulses, twitching and arching with each spurt of cum that pumps out of him. Whispered profanities and whines continue to fly from his lips as you milk him for all he was worth, keeping your strap pushed deep inside him, your hand still stroking him slowly. You only stop when his body starts to jerk and buck away from your touch, the overstimulation getting to him. You remove your hand from his dick and he practically collapses into the mattress, too fucked out to care that he was lying in a mess of his own cum.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. You did so good for me,” you praise him, giving him a gentle pat on the ass. “Such a good boy for me.”
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gabessquishytum · 5 months
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Another confident-warprize-Hob and shy-king-Dream prompt with a slightly different flavor:
Trans man Hob is a highly sought after courtesan, and he loves his work, which is half of his appeal - he's so enthusiastic and makes it very clear how much he loves what he does. Eventually he ends up gifted to the Dream King, who never has courtesans or warprizes around. He's quiet, and stoic, but seems interested enough in Hob. 
Now the thing is, it's common knowledge that Hob is trans. And he does not tolerate any misgendering or disrespect, but people tend to want to fuck his pussy and he's genuinely fine with that.
So his first night with Dream, he starts off dirty talking about Dream fucking him. And Dream, who was already being pretty shy about the whole situation, is like “Oh. Yeah, of course. :( We can do that.”
And Hob, because he has no fear and likes making people feel good is like “wait, do you not want to?”
“No no, it’s fine, if that’s what you want we can do that I don’t mind.”
And Hob just gapes like “You are the KING and I am your WARPRIZE literally the whole point is we do what YOU want to do jfc what is happening here.”
It’s like pulling teeth, and it takes a lot of persuading that no, really, Hob enjoys all sorts of stuff, Dream won’t be disappointing him (and seriously, what king worries about disappointing his warprize??) but eventually Dream admits that he was sort of maybe hoping Hob would fuck him. He’s got a lovely strap-on, with jewels encrusted on it for texture including some on the interior to rub against the wearer’s clit, that has never been used before. The times he’s been in relationships he’s been expected to top, and he always deferred to his partner’s desires. When he got a warprize, he thought he might finally get to bottom, but when Hob mentioned being fucked he lost his confidence and didn’t want to be inconsiderate. 
Meanwhile, Hob is holding this gorgeous strap-on that’s probably worth more than he used to make in a year and vibrating with excitement. Similarly to Dream, Hob has always been expected to bottom, and he really does enjoy it, but it’s been ages since he got to top and he is ALL ABOUT this.
Dream is still hesitant and unsure, but Hob has enough confidence for both of them, pulling him into bed and giving him everything he can’t bring himself to ask for. They both end up cumming multiple times and by the time they fall asleep they’re both a little bit in love.
(Hob’s goal is to boost Dream’s confidence until he can ride Hob’s cock completely uninhibited, no worries or anxieties, just taking his pleasure until he cums on Hob’s chest.)
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YES. GIVE THAT MAN A STRAP.
Dream gets out this elaborate box which contains a whole set of beautifully carved, incredible jewel encrusted straps. The harness part is made from the softest leather, and they're obviously the most beautiful objects that Hob has ever seen. He oohs and ahhs over them while Dream sits and blushes and slowly calms down a little bit. He's still shy, but he figures that Hob seems pretty about this turn of events, so maybe it's all ok?
As far as Hob is concerned its more than ok. He picks out a medium sized strap-on from the collection and immediately launches back into the dirty talk while he wiggles into the harness. He tells Dream that he's so good for being honest about what he wanted, and that he's going to make such good use of these pretty toys.
Dream whimpers and wiggles like bait on a hook, almost turned on enough to forget his nervousness. He spreads his legs invitingly and Hob peppers his neck and chest with kisses. The second Hob’s fingers nudge against his hole he just melts, and there's no sign of the cold stoical King left. He's gorgeous, needy, and Hob is absolutely obsessed with him.
The jewelled strap goes down an absolute treat, and Dream writes a letter the very next day to order more toys from the craftsmen who made the original set. When the new toys arrive, Hob takes great delight in slotting a solid ruby plug into his pretty King's hole. He's going to make Dream into a proper little slut and teach him to feel such joy in getting what he wants.
(And if what Dream also wants is to eat Hob out until he cries, well, that's more than ok too. His king deserves a good meal.)
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stranger-nightmare · 2 years
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𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲
Pairing: Eddie Munson x (afab) Reader
Summary: your first time pegging Eddie, and you provide him with plenty of praise
Warnings: kinda fluffy, smut, tiniest bit of thigh fucking, strap-on, pegging, anal (m receiving), masturbation (m receiving), sub!Eddie, soft dom!Reader, praise kink, minors DNI
A/N: this thot has been stuck inside my head for a while so I finally just decided to actually write something on it, I hope you all enjoy! <33
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“You definitely sure about this?” You ask gently, cupping Eddie’s cheek with your palm.
He looks up at you with those big, gorgeous, ridiculously large eyes of his. His gaze is wide and soft, just like a puppy. He nods at you, a look of pleading behind his stare. You smile at him before you lean down to kiss him. The kiss is deep and slow, soft and intimate. You open up his mouth with your own, your tongue sliding over his and dominating it. You grind into his lap, feeling him grow hard quickly.
You knew he’d been horny all day, and he’d been wanting to try this for ages, so it didn’t surprise you just how quickly he got turned on this time. He whines into your mouth, a high soft sound as you grind against him even harder, letting him get just a little friction against where he was now aching to be touched. You kiss him for a short while longer before you finally pull back.
“Strip,” you command him softly.
His eyes widen again. There’s a mixture of fear, apprehension, but also excitement in his gaze. He nods, moving to stand up once you’d removed yourself from his lap. He strips quickly, tossing his shirt and jeans aside before shimmying out of his boxers. You can help but bite your lip lightly as you take in the glorious sight of his naked body.
“Mmmm, such a pretty boy,” you groan as you go to stand in front of him, pulling him down by the neck to kiss you again.
He moans into the kiss, his hands grabbing at your waist frantically. You feel his cock press between your legs, slipping between your thighs. A smug smirk toys with your lips when you feel his hips start to buck lightly. You could tell he was weakly trying to restrain himself but he just couldn’t help it, he was so needy he had resorted to trying to fuck your thighs in a desperate attempt to get some relief. You let out a breathy giggle into the kiss as you clench your thighs together gently, squeezing Eddie’s cock between them. The sound he makes is sinful, a soft and high pitched mixture between a gasp and a moan.
“Don’t worry babyboy, I’m gonna take good care of you. I promise,” you whisper against his lips.
You pull on his hair slightly, stopping the kiss so you could look at him.
“Lie down for me baby. On your stomach,” your voice is soft but firm, gentle but leaving no room for argument.
He quickly obeys your instruction, climbing onto the bed and lying on his stomach, his hips angled slightly to the side to accommodate his hardened cock.
“Good boy,” you hum and you hear the softest of moans leave Eddie, his hips rutting lightly against the bed.
You see Eddie twist his head to look at you as you quickly rid yourself of your own clothes. You grab the strap harness and swiftly fasten it around you. You attached the slimmest dildo you had, not wanting to push Eddie too far for his first time. You hear another groan from Eddie as he takes in the sight of you. Your chest bare, your gorgeous tits hanging free, adorned only in the black strap harness with the pretty slim black cock attached to it. Eddie whimpers, his eyes widening as his gaze hones in on your strap. His bottom lip trembles where he tugs it between his teeth.
“You okay babyboy?” You coo lightly.
“Y-yeah... it’s just....” he swallows thickly, his voice shaky. “It- it’s hot. You’re hot,” he confesses breathlessly.
A smile stretches your lips as you slowly climb onto the bed, hovering yourself above Eddie’s waiting body. You lean your face down at the same time Eddie turns his further upwards to meet you in another gentle kiss. You kiss him softly for a few moments, feeling the urgency in his lips, in how he bucked his hips, pushing his ass up against your cock.
“You gonna be good for me, hmm?” You sigh against his lips. “Take my cock like a good boy?”
Eddie whines and nods fervently, pushing his ass even harder against your strap, emphasising his point. You hum your satisfaction, giving him a final lingering kiss before you're pulling away, sitting up on your heels. You reach to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube, and slathering it across your dominant hand. You return the bottle to nightstand before spreading the lube all across your strap-on, pumping it a few times to ensure it was fully coated. Eddie watches you intently the whole time, soft excited gasps escaping his parted lips.
You take your hand and the remainder of lube and slowly start to run it between his cheeks, your index finger swirling around his puckered hole, spreading the lube around. Eddie practically shivers, more of those sweet soft sighs leaving his throat.
“Good boy,” you hum softly under your breath. “You tell me if it gets to be too much or you want to stop, okay?” You check in with him again.
He nods quickly.
“Use your words baby. I wanna make sure you’re good with this.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Please. Please baby I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” he rambles almost incoherently, his words nearly tripping over each other, muffled as he buries his face into the sheets beneath him.
“Good boy,” you affirm again.
You swirl your index finger around his a hole a few more times before you finally, slowly, push it inside him. He clenches around you, his body going tight, a loud groan emanating from his chest. You shhh him gently, making soft hushing sounds as you gradually sink your finger in to the knuckle.
“That’s it,” you praise him quietly as you slowly begin a pumping motion with your finger.
Eddie whines softly, his body slowly starting to relax a bit more as he gets used to the sensation. After a while of fingering him with just the one finger you eventually bring your middle finger into the mix, gently stretching him out a bit more.
“F-fuck,” Eddie chokes out at the new sensation, his fists balling into the sheets on either side of him.
You push your finger to the knuckle slowly, gently scissoring them open the slightest bit, stretching him open soflty. Your dildo was slim but it was still definitely going to stretch his tight and unused hole so you wanted to get him as prepped as possible.
“That’s it baby, you can take it. You’re doing so well,” you coo gently, letting your other hand massage his ass cheeks softly.
Eddie’s breathing is rapid, the muscles of his back taut and pulled tight, a mixture of pleasure and dull pain rippling through his body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t fucking love the feeling, the fine balance between the sore and the euphoric bliss. You keep pumping him until you feel his body start to relax, giving himself over to the pleasure.
You lean forwards, hovering over his back. You kiss your way up his back, over his shoulder, until you find his neck. You nip and bite him softly, all the while still gently pumping him with your fingers. You can’t help but smile to yourself when you get closer to his face, a whole new litany of noises flying from Eddie’s lips that you couldn’t hear from further away. The tiniest of whimpers and gasps, choked moans lodged in his throat. Such sweet, pretty, soft noises. So intimate and vulnerable. It made your heart flutter and your pussy clench.
“You think you're ready for my cock now, babyboy?” You hum, tugging his earlobe between your teeth.
Another whimper, another tremble through his body.
“Yes,” he whispers almost inaudibly. “Please. Please.”
You kiss his cheek softly before you sit back up. You gently pull your fingers free from between his cheeks. You climb over his body again, this time making sure that you could angle your hips properly to line up your strap with his ass. You hold your cock in your hand, pushing the head between his cheeks, gently nudging his tight hole.
“You ready?” You ask, checking in one finally time.
“Please,” is all he responds.
You rub his lower back reassuringly as you finally push your cock inside him, stretching his hole with just the tip.
“O-oh fuck. Shit,” Eddie grits out through clenched teeth.
You give him a moment to get used to it before you push a bit further forward, seating yourself about half way inside him.
“Ah, fuck,” he lets out a trembling breath, his voice wavering.
“You okay? Does it hurt baby?” You ask, slightly concerned.
Eddie pants raggedly.
“A lil,” he confesses. “But m-mostly...” he breaks off with another trembling whimper as you push a tiny bit deeper inside him.
“Mostly it feels good?” You finish for him.
He nods.
“Yeah?” You prompt him for a verbal response.
“Y-yes. So good,” he groans breathlessly.
“Good,” you hum. “Remember, you tell me if you need to stop yeah?”
“No, just... just keep going. Please. Please don’t stop,” he begs quietly.
You smile to yourself and slowly start to pull back out, setting an incredibly slow pace of thrusting in and out go him, letting him adjust to the size, get used to the feeling of being stretched open.
“Hmm, you’re doing so well baby. Taking my cock like such a good boy. I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry,” you breathe gently, dipping your head to place soft kisses across his back.
You can feel his body trembling underneath you, your chest against his back. His skin burning and flushed on your lips, his muscles tense. He whimpers again, almost sounding like he was close to tears.
“Shhh, just relax for me, Eddie. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” you murmur against his skin.
You feel him slowly start to relax, his body going slightly more limp where he lay beneath you.
“There you go,” you praise him gently, “that’s it.”
You steadily start to move your hips again, picking up a slightly faster pace. You put your focus into thrusting long and deep rather than too fast and brutal. The sounds Eddie makes every time you hit that spot deep inside of him are somehow angelic in their sinfulness. You think you’d never tire of hearing those sounds. You think you could fuck this boy forever if it meant you got hear those soft whimpers and gasps over and over again.
Eddie’s groans get louder and more frequent as you start to increase your pace a little more, thrusting into him a bit harder. You grip onto his shoulder for leverage, your nails digging into his skin. Eddie lets out muffled whimpers and whines, his face buried into the mattress. One of his hands reaches behind him, seeking out your thigh where it was hooked around his hip. His fingers dig into your flesh, gripping you almost painfully hard. You catch a glimpse of his other hand, which is still fisting the sheets just as hard.
“A-ah fuck,” he mumbles into the sheets. “Shit baby, feels so fuckin’ good. S-so good,” his voice is strained and taut with pleasure.
“Yeah? You like this? You like having me fuck you? Fuck you like my good little boy, hmm?” You tease.
He chokes out another pathetic whimper, his lips mouthing the word ‘yes’ but unable to actually sound his response as he becomes overwhelmed with pleasure.
You smirk before grabbing his hips roughly, adjusting to pull his ass up in the air, lifting his hips off the bed. Eddie moans almost embarrassingly loud at the new position, his face still pressed to the mattress as you fuck his ass, now fully spread and on display in front of you. You keep hold of his hips, helping fuck him back onto your strap. You can feel how weak Eddie’s limbs are as he’s barley able to keep himself on his knees as you thrust into him over and over again.
When you reach around and grab his painfully hard cock in one of your hands he damn near keels over completely. You swipe your thumb over his leaking slit, gathering the pre-cum, mixing it with the remnants of lube you still had on your hand, before you start to slide your hand up and down his dick, twisting lightly as you went.
“Fuck, fuck... I- it- it’s too much,” Eddie chokes out with a whine, his hips jerking against your touch as you stroke him.
“It’s okay, you can take it. You can take it,” you coo softly, slowing both your hands and your hips slightly.
He whimpers again, his hips thrusting into your hand pathetically. His whines heighten in pitch and you can tell he’s finally close.
“That’s it. Cum for me baby. You can do it, cum for me,” you moan, squeezing and twisting his cock a little tighter as you thrust intentionally deep, hitting that special spot inside him.
“Sh-shit shit. Oh fuck,” Eddie whimpers pathetically as his orgasm hits him like a freight train.
His whole body convulses, twitching and arching with each spurt of cum that pumps out of him. Whispered profanities and whines continue to fly from his lips as you milk him for all he was worth, keeping your strap pushed deep inside him, your hand still stroking him slowly. You only stop when his body starts to jerk and buck away from your touch, the overstimulation getting to him. You remove your hand from his dick and he practically collapses into the mattress, too fucked out to care that he was lying in a mess of his own cum.
“Yeah, that’s it baby. Oh you did so good for me,” your praise him, giving him a gentle pat on the ass. “Such a good boy for me.”
You then palm his ass cheek as you slowly and gently pull out of him. He hisses lightly at the feeling, his tight hole clenching over nothing as he lies limply on the bed. His body was weak and shaking slightly, his back rising and falling heavily with his rapid breathing. You quickly undo your harness and toss it aside, leaving you naked as you kneeled behind Eddie.
You let out a light giggle as you look at him, a complete wreck on the bed in front of you. You move to lie on top of him gently, kissing all over his back and shoulder blades, whispering more soft praises about he good he’d been for you. You keep your lips travelling over his slightly sweaty skin, your one hand gently scratching up and down his side reassuringly whilst the other hooked over his shoulder to hug him tightly. You stay like this for a while, letting him come down and recover. You place a final kiss between his shoulder blades before you speak again.
“How was that?” You ask quietly. “Did you like it?”
Eddie lets out a breathy laugh.
“Hell yeah. That was fucking amazing,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his sweaty forehead.
He twists under you, rolling over slightly until he faces you. Your hips were next to his but you shifted so your torso was on top of his, your elbow resting on his chest as you propped up your head.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he tells you earnestly, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his fingers.
You smile softly at the tremble that still lingered in his limbs. You bring up one of your hands to cup his cheek in return, tracing your fingertips across his skin.
“And you’re my good boy,” you smirk.
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A/N: this ended up being a bit softer than I initially set it out to be but ngl I kinda like it anyway! I hope you guys liked it too &lt;;33
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to give everyone something to look forward to and because i’ve managed to write a good portion of this one shot i’ll put a sneak peak of it below the cut. i’ll announce the release date and time when i get close to the end. see you soon 🩷.
She hates when they go to parties and he leaves her, usually letting her know but sometimes he’s dragged away and never comes back until he’s drunk. Another reason she hates parties is how he acts when he’s drunk. She turns into a babysitter, making sure he’s careful not to throw up on himself, bump into some guy who had too much to drink and wants a fight, and has to drive them home when she doesn’t even like driving. Not to mention, she hates how affectionate he becomes. He’s always cuddling up to her, holding her hand and calling her all sorts of sweet pet names.
She thinks that’s the worst part, because not only does it fill her heart and make it swell, but it also causes her to be the target of all of the nasty glares from the girls at the party. That’s exactly what’s happening right now, he’s managed to bring her to yet another party even though she all but begged and pleaded not to come along. It was bigger, louder, and plain annoying. She just wanted to stay in bed, cozied up underneath her softest blanket with a book and her favorite songs. Harry insisted yet again that she’ll have fun, and it shouldn’t be too big. Insisted that they wouldn’t be there very long, and that was two hours ago. Y/N’s head hurts, her back and feet hurt as well and she doesn’t know any of the songs playing through the speaker. She’s just having a miserable time meanwhile Harry’s having the time of his life, she’s lost count of how many drinks he’s already had including the one currently in his hand. She knows it’s enough to get him to loosen up, to not care about the way he’s pressed against her, one tattooed arm wrapped around her waist and his breath fanning the side of her neck as he sings along to whatever song is blasting through.
They rock gently together as if it’s not an upbeat pop song, lost in his own drunken world and she just wants to go home.
“Honey, you’re just the sweetest thing. Y’know that?” His voice all but oozed into her bloodstream, warming her skin and making her fight back a smile.
“And you’re drunk, I think we should go home Harry.”’She says, hoping he listens and tells her to take them home. Instead he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck and squeezes her.
“Don’t wanna leave yet, m’having fun with you.” She can’t help the smile that tugs on her lips at his words.
“I know but we could have so much more fun at home in our pj’s. Doesn’t that sound nice, Harry?” He only hums and squeezes her tighter.
“M’having fun with you baby. S’nice seeing you all pretty. Look so pretty every day.” She can’t help the heat that rushes to her cheeks at his words, the main reason she doesn’t like attending parties with him.
He’s so cuddly and loving, the line they’ve made blurs whenever he’s drunk and makes it hard to differentiate between just friendship or something more. She knows he doesn’t mean any of it though, at least not in the way she hopes he means it. She can feel the nasty glares from all of the other girls, knowing they’re wishing to be her in shoes. Who wouldn’t want to be wrapped in Harry’s arms with him whispering in your ear and a goofy looking smile on his lips?
“Thank you, Harry. We can still have fun at home though, I won’t change so I can still be all pretty for you and it’ll just be the two of us. I’m sorry, I just wanna go home, Har. It’s getting to be too much.” She says just loud enough for him to hear, her eyes scanning the crowd. He sighs before kissing her neck ever so gently, a kiss so feathery soft that if she weren’t so sober she wouldn’t even feel it.
“Fine, let’s go home then baby. Don’t want my girl to be overwhelmed.” He says before unwrapping her from his embrace only to intertwine their hands together as he leads her to the exit.
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“Tedious business dinners and dull conversations leave you feeling bored. Good thing you have your husband by your side, who just so happens to be way too weak for your touches. Soon you and Jungkook find yourselves in a game of perseverance, secrecy and temptation.”
~ Requested by @seagulljk​​ ~
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM
Warnings: sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, mommy kink, My Queen as a title, she calls him toy for this roleplay, public fumbling, secret groping of his dick & butt, thigh grinding, almost sex in the bathroom, exhibitionism kink, getting walked in on, very needy Koo who tries to be professional, she gets him so needy, slight choking, breath play if you squint, finally a playroom scene, they are both in attire, lingerie & high heels for her, leather body harness for him, latex gloves, kneeling, shoe kissing, a riding crop is involved, slight examination play, handjobs, cockring with attached anal beads, use of a spreader bar, bondage to the bed, he has his legs in the air, use of a prostate vibrator, edging & orgasm denial, oral (f. & m.receiving), face sitting, 69ning, spit kink, lotsa praising, she calls him slut in a loving way, koo has a voice kink, dirty talk, nipple play, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasms, squirting, tears of pleasure, Jungkook is deep in subspace omg, the softest aftercare
Wordcount: 13.9k
a/n: Happy birthday my love!! Gosh, I really do hope that you have an awesome day and that this lil story is a worthy enough present! As you can see by the long list of warnings & wordcount I kinda escalated 🥴 love you lots and lots! ❤
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Tonight's dinner was a Plus One situation. Jungkook was the recipient of the invitation and you were his lovely date. It was quite the boring dinner, so you soon had to realise when you found yourself in a rooftop restaurant with twelve high-ranking businessmen and their twenty years younger Plus Ones. Now, now you are being unfair here, there were also the two or three businessmen of your age group, but the average age said something else. 
They had one thing in common however, they all possessed knowledge about topics you were thoroughly not interested in and had too much time to discuss said topics.
It was the fifth course. Lobster in a perfectly balanced sauce. The food was delicious, conversation was still boring. 
You know that Jungkook was bored too, but that he acted interested.
"You don’t say?" he gasps, "I would have never even thought of that." 
One of his younger associates (and the official host of tonight's dinner) just told him about a method of increasing one's stocks tenfold. Or something along that line, you honestly aren’t paying attention. They could very well be talking about yellow cows and you would take in just as little. 
You huff out air secretly. You just want to go home and change into comfy clothes and then chill on the couch with a stupid horror movie on. 
Jungkook laughs. Two other men follow and their dates give a little polite chuckle before returning to their task of looking at their phones. They seem just as bored as you are.
You hate this. Not only because it is boring as fuck, but also because you know exactly how you and your fellow women are seen tonight. Trophy wives. That’s what you are to most of those men. Just a pretty piece of meat to show off that their wrinkly dicks could still get some. You know men like them. Old fuckers with their rancid dicks who get something out of fucking women who could be their daughter. You've had to suck too many of those guys' dicks in your past that you have developed a certain distaste for them these days. You know how they think. They don’t see women as people, but as nice tits, a wet pussy and a good ass. Also some easy way to manipulate young minds. 
And tonight you are exactly that. A pretty piece of meat. 
Now, you must mention that you are aware that Jungkook does not see you as such, but that he is genuinely happy to have you with him. You are also pretty sure that Mister Yung sees his lady as such as well, given how you are still plagued by the memory of you having to run in on them heavily groping each other in the bathroom between the second and third course. They currently act as if nothing ever happened, but avoid your eye contact at all times. You also have a gist that the connection between Mister Yashima and his wife Yoko is very real. They have been secretly holding hands under the table for most of the night, thinking nobody would notice. But you did. You notice when people try to be sneaky. 
Just like rancid old Mister Choi right now as he is trying to slip his hand under his lady's dress. Oh here she comes. And fought off successfully. You stifle a laugh, flitting your eyes back to your food. 
The next course has been served. Vegetables. They look delicious. Taste delicious too. 
Jungkook turns to you now that the conversation is finished. He lets his eyes run over your features until you sneak a glance his way. He smiles sweetly and leans closer. 
"Do you like the food?" he asks you. 
"Yeah, it’s so good", you say with your mouth stuffed. 
"Here", Jungkook places a few of his vegetables on your plate, "you can have some of mine." 
"But that’s your food." 
"It's alright, I don’t really like asparagus."
"Really?" 
He nods his head.
"Thanks babe, you’re the best." 
He grins cutely and turns away again as someone else started a conversation with him and your terribly long evening continues. 
You have reached your first dessert by now. Something with cognac cream. You are eating both servings because Jungkook didn’t want to risk it. You don’t mind, you promised that in return Jungkook could have your second dessert as this promises to include hazelnuts, which you don’t enjoy.  
Jungkook is talking again, saying words you know are important but are so terribly boring for you. Especially now when you finished your cognac creams and have nothing to do. 
Your legs touch. It feels electric, forcing your eyes to flit down. You know from just a look that it was an involuntary touch. Jungkook is opening and closing his legs in a mindless wiggle. Something he does when he is either lost in conversation or lost in his own little world. And it’s fascinating to you tonight. Truly, you are already so deprived of entertainment that you find it in Jungkook's little habit. 
Your legs touch again, Jungkook is currently listening to what his conversation partner has to say. 
His legs close again and…open. Another touch. 
Close. 
Open. 
Close. 
Open and touch. 
You reach out, placing your hand on his inner thigh so close to his dick that you can feel it brush against you. 
"Ah", Jungkook lets out loudly.
"Uhm…", his conversation partner falters, "sorry?" 
Jungkook panics. He can feel the touch. He can feel that you are massaging his thigh. He also knows he just made a sound.
"I just meant uhm ah as, as in like ah I see", he stutters, placing his hand over yours to at least tug it away from his cock. 
You let him, only to end up right where you started off a second later.
Jungkook tries not to show it, still nodding his head to whatever the dude has to say. His hand grabs yours again, tugs you away and squeezes it to keep it still. 
He just began to say his answer when your hand lands on its starting place again. He is trying so hard not to begin stuttering, almost failing when for just a second you cupped his dick with your entire hand. 
This is so much fun. Jungkook is talking with a slight lisp all of a sudden. This is a tell-tale sign that he is pretending to be something that he is currently not. In his case a well-reserved CEO, who does not have his super hot wife palm his dick under the table. 
His fingers grasp you, tug you away again. They feel a little sweaty all of a sudden. 
Thankfully the dessert saves him and his conversation partner turns away for now to eat his mousse. 
Jungkook turns to you quickly, staring at you with big eyes and pink cheeks. His state almost makes you chuckle. Cute.
"What are you doing?" he asks you in a panicky whisper. 
"Nothing. What do you mean?" you ask innocently but with a smirk. 
"You, you know what I mean." 
"Mhhm no, I don’t think I do.
"You are touching my", Jungkook stops himself to lower his voice in fear of people hearing him, "my dick." 
"Ah that. Yeah, just wanted to make sure it’s still there." 
"Well, it is. Now, now please don’t do this." 
"No? Okay." 
"Thank you."
Conversation soon returns to normal. You will still do it. Jungkook said no touching of his dick, but never said anything about his ass. 
His sitting position is perfect for it. He is sitting on the edge of the seat - thinking that this will prevent you from reaching for his dick - but in the process he reveals his butt in all its glory to your eyes. 
You touch his back and begin tracing his spine. Jungkook stays confident in his speech because he thinks that you are merely giving him a little caress. It is, after all, not an unusual place for you to touch in public. 
Your hand wanders down further. Jungkook tenses and shifts his hips on the chair.  
"Can, can you say that again?" he stutters, tensing even more when your hand finally lands on his butt and squeezes it roughly. 
He shoots up and scoots back quickly. It earns him an eyebrow raise from his associate. 
"Yes, that’s really interesting", he presses out, trying to minimise your movements by squeezing your hand between the chair and his butt. It does help and so you have to stick to other methods. 
Such as dropping your napkin right between his legs. 
"Oh, oops", you murmur, "don’t mind me sweets, I'll just quickly get my napkin", you tell him nonchalantly, bending down to reach right between his legs. 
Jungkook shifts and squirms, releasing your hand like this. His eyes flit down repeatedly, you hear him begin talking in a lisp again and as you move closer to his cock in your "search" you hear his voice actually rise in pitch. 
You find the napkin and lift yourself again, doing so by dancing your hands up his legs all the way from his calves to his thighs. 
"Sorry, clumsy me dropped her napkin", you tell Jungkook's conversation partner with a friendly smile. You lift the napkin in the air, all while keeping your left hand resting on his dick. You are fumbling with the zipper, making him believe you are actually going to open it. 
"But I found it again", you say. 
The man lets out an amused chuckle, "I'm glad you did, Miss", he says and looks back at a blushing Jungkook, "you have a really sweet wife, Mister Jeon", he says and looks at your face again. 
You are smiling oh so innocently sweet, all while your hand is literally giving your husband a semi-hard under the table.  
"Yeah, uhm, uh she is so god." 
Just this moment your hand slipped inside his slacks, now fighting with his briefs.
"God?" The man asks, confused. 
"G-god damn pretty, ahah" Jungkook explains, laughing nervously all while trying his hardest to tug your hand away again. Which leaves him with you grabbing his cock for support and giving him an even harder time to concentrate. 
"Ah yes, she is. A real beauty", the man says and right now you don’t even mind his eyes gawking at your tits because you have Jungkook literally twitching in your fingers and that is all that matters. 
"Yeah, yeah she i-is." 
"Mhm", the man shifts his eyes back to Jungkook, "now where were we? Ah yes, Vienna. I heard that the market is quite promising for extending these days." 
You zone out on the conversation again, acting as if you are listening while all you concentrate on is making Jungkook completely hard. He is still resisting for now, but you'll get him there. 
Jungkook tugs on your hand again. He tugs and tugs and tugs. You let him be successful in the end. For just a moment and just long enough for him to close his zipper hastily. He is so adorable. His cheeks are so red. Oh truly he is so adorable. You just have to touch him again.
"Ee-yeah", Jungkook saves himself at the last moment, turning his squeak into a very weird way of agreeing. He nods his head vigorously, almost breaking your hand from how tightly he holds it. 
Not that you need to keep it on his crotch by now. No, the way Jungkook tugged his cock into his slacks makes his ever growing erection fill up his right pant leg. Perfect for your fingers to reach. You caress his cockhead through his slacks, watching in delight as Jungkook arches his back slightly and covers up him wanting to throw his back by making a very awkward movement with his torso. 
"Yeah", he squeaks out, reaching for his glass of water to drink it hastily.
"Are you feeling alright, Mister Jeon?" 
"Mhm yeah, just really dr-ah-y throat", he stutters. 
He is so much fun. You almost have to chuckle, but don’t. Instead you lean closer to him. 
"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment", you say and giggle, "I always drink way too much water." 
Jungkook's head snaps around so he can gawk at you in shock. 
"I completely understand you", his conversation partner says and laughs.
You give him a fake laugh, rubbing your palm up and down Jungkook's dick. You look him straight into his eyes, making Jungkook gulp while his hips are squirming.
"Now you gotta excuse me", you say and stand up, stifling a laugh as Jungkook reaches for your hand only to have it slip between his fingers. 
And so it comes that you abandon him by the table looking like a sad puppy with big eyes and his cock rockhard. 
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Your laughter spills out of you once you finally are in the lady's room. You barely manage to hide in one of the stalls, stumbling over in your snickering. 
This was the best idea you ever had. Oh Jungkook looked so cute. You want to eat him whole. You squeal, jumping on the spot. Fuck, you’re acting like a teenage girl. 
"Okay okay, calm down ___ calm. You have to calm down and not lose your shit", you say, fanning air to your face with a big grin. 
The door to the outside opens and closes.
"___?" 
Your grin grows, your heart speeds up uncontrollably. Here he is. 
You unlock your stall. 
"Yes?" 
Jungkook is standing right in front of you, staring at you with determined eyes and his cock filling up his pants. 
"I'm here", he says and steps closer. 
"I can see that", you chuckle, "I think you took the wrong door. This is the lady's room." 
"Yes but…that’s why you told me", he says, "so I can follow you."
You study him from head to toe. Jungkook inches closer, staring at your tits in that tight dress. 
"And why do you think I wanted you to follow me?" you feign confusion. 
"So that" he falters, "so that.." he gestures between you and him vigorously, "we can like…fuck." 
You laugh, "so you think that’s what I wanted to say with it?" you taunt, taking a step back as Jungkook is inching closer again.
Your back falls against the closed stall door now that he is giving you no other choice. He is looking at you with half-lidded eyes, caging you in like a needy animal. 
"Yes", he rasps, placing his right hand beside your head. 
Your eyes meet. 
"Then you’re wrong, I just needed to pee." 
"I don't believe you", he says, placing his left hand beside your head. 
With your heels on tonight, you and him are almost the same height. It makes the entire situation just all the more electric. You and Jungkook, having a staring battle on eye level. Oh how lost you get in his spell. 
"You made me look like a fool", he rasps.
"Yeah? How'd you get up?" you taunt, lifting your knee just high enough to lodge it between his legs. 
Jungkook moves quickly, inching closer while his hips begin rocking back and forth on your knee. His hard cock is grinding against you that way.
"Napkin", he chokes out, breathing heavily, "held it in front of my cock." 
"And that helped? You’re so hard Kook, I’m sure the entire table noticed", you say and press your knee closer. 
Jungkook stumbles into you and whimpers.
"Mommy, fuck me", he begs, humping your thigh oh so needily. 
"Ahem." 
You turn your head. Jungkook does too. His hips stop instantly. Your knee drops.
There she is. A stranger. Another woman standing in the bathroom with disgusted shock on her features. 
"He's not feeling well", you lie, backing off into the stall and dragging Jungkook with you by his tie, "come on honey, let’s fix you up." 
The stall door falls closed, the shocked woman disappears. 
The lock clicks.
"Oh my god, what should we-", Jungkook gets muffled by your hand. 
You have him pressed against the door with one hand on his mouth and the other around his throat. 
"Quiet", you whisper. 
Jungkook whimpers, eyes filling with tears of embarrassment. He is panting, groping your waist needily.
"You're such a bad Bunny, couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you? You just had to beg for my fuck, didn’t you?" you hiss in feigned anger.
Jungkook blinks his eyes cutely, mewling behind your hand. 
"Hush", you warn, squeezing his face and throat, "I have to listen." 
Jungkook squirms. His heart is racing. His cock hurts. He is so turned on. He has you pressing him against a door after getting walked in on, all while your hands are making breathing just that tiny bit harder. He is in heaven. His own exhibitionism heaven.
A toilet flushes, then two doors down a lock opens. The clicking of heels. 
You look into Jungkook's eyes, pinning him down. 
Water begins to run. 
"Quiet now Bunny", you whisper, squeezing your hands closer, "quiet."
Jungkook makes a little sound, trembling. 
The water turns off again. 
The clicking of heels becomes quieter and quieter until it suddenly drowns out.
You drop your hands, stepping closer. 
Jungkook reaches for you, moaning solely because he is so excited for what was to come. 
Click. Click. 
Jungkook stumbles as you open the door and his back loses its leverage.
"What, what are you doing?" he stutters. 
"Leaving. We shouldn’t ruin your reputation." 
"But the, the thing we did." 
"What thing?" you ask as you strut to the sink, enjoying his eyes on your hips. The water turns on. 
"The sex. I wanna fuck." 
You laugh, turning on your heels. In two steps you are by his side, placing your hands on his chest despite them being wet. 
Jungkook inches closer, staring at your lips. He exhales shakily as he feels you rub your hands up and down his pecs. His hands, oh so warm from excitement, land on your waist. 
Now you are rubbing the back of your hands all over his chest. 
Jungkook furrows his brows and looks down. 
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"They've run out of paper towels", you say nonchalantly and give his chest a soft slap, "thanks sweetie, you were perfect for this." 
You turn in his hands and because Jungkook is way too baffled by your blunt answer, you slip out of his fingers easily, making your way to the door in elegant steps. 
"What the hell?" you hear him murmur under his breath. 
The door opens. 
"What the hell, ___?" he says loudly, stumbling after you. He manages to press himself out between you and the door, claiming the space in front of you. His eyes are wide in bafflement. 
"What?" you stifle a laugh, "why are you making that face." 
"I thought you, you told me so I, I can follow you and then we fuck", he whines.
"No", you shrug your shoulders, "I just needed to pee and you happened to act up." 
"But mom-" he stops himself, looking over his shoulder at the restaurant. Nobody seemed to have noticed. He turns back to you, pouting vigorously, "but ___, you touched my cock", he whines.
You snicker, reaching out to pet his cheek. 
"You're so adorable, Bunny", you whisper. 
Jungkook touches your hips and steps closer 
"Let's leave", he says breathily as his eyes dance over your features obsessively. 
"Leave? But Bunny, this is important", you say and gasp. Your groping hands on his pecs let him know that this right here, your refusal to leave, is just your way of riling him up even more.
Jungkook knows you and he also knows that you are almost bored to death because of the dinner. So this right here is you being a complete meanie and finding enjoyment in his suffering. Not that Jungkook is suffering. His competitive side loves the challenge of getting you there. But his cock is hard and that is so awful. He just wants to be your sextoy and not be here. Yes, Jungkook is currently whining in his thoughts, so proceed to read those sentences as such. 
"I don't care, it’s not important", Jungkook says, massaging your hips desperately.
"But Kook. What about the company?" 
"They know our stance, it’s just chit-chat now."
"Just chit-chat you say? Mhm, that sounds interesting. I don’t want to keep you from it."
"Mommy", he whines and stomps his foot, "I don't wanna be here. I wanna be with you. Alone."
Yes, someone heard him. A waitress. She is looking at you weird. Jungkook doesn’t notice, he is too busy being a sulky little baby. You don’t mind that she did. 
"Are we throwing a tantrum? Mhm Bunny?" 
"No, but I just", he pouts and lowers his eyes, "can we leave, please?" he says politely.
"And do what?" 
"Fuck." 
"Sounds tempting", you smirk, "you should say bye to your colleagues though. It’d be rude not to."
"I don't want to, I want to leave."
"Behave. I still have my bag by the table." 
"But-"
You place your hand around his throat. 
"Behave. Now." 
His eyes tell you just how good you get him, even if he tries to act as if he doesn’t like the scolding.
Jungkook huffs out air and takes off his tweed suit jacket. He holds it in front of his crotch, sending you a dark look. 
"Good boy", you say in a chuckle, leading the way in a confident strut while Jungkook just kind of wobbles behind you awkwardly. 
No, walking with a boner is not fun. 
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Jungkook expected to have some action in his car. You know that he did because when Mister Lee and his wife asked for a lift home as they were both too drunk to drive, Jungkook almost cursed at them. You just kind of grinned to yourself because for the next forty minutes you had Jungkook squeezing your thigh needily while you had two strangers in your backseat. 
You also know that Jungkook expected to have you grope him in the elevator. You know he did because he pressed you against the mirror and placed your hand on his cock while mewling about how needy he is. He had to stop when two floors later a group of people entered the elevator. You snickered while Jungkook whined quietly. 
The elevator doors just managed to close when Jungkook officially couldn't take it anymore. He is on you within seconds, kissing you desperately while his hands are restless on your body. You knew it would happen, but it still manages to steal your breath. Another second later and you have him press you against the elevator door with your legs around his waist. He is rolling his hips into you as if he was already fucking you, panting and moaning into the kisses. 
A harsh tug on his hair brings some order back to the chaos.
"What are you doing?" you ask him. 
Jungkook looks at your lips with his cheeks heated and his eyes barely open.
"I can't wait anymore. I wanna have you."
He mewls and pulls a face of discomfort with his eyes oh so sparkly from desperation. 
"My cock hurts so much Mommy", he whines, speeding up his hips, "wanna fuck. Wanna fuck so bad." 
"Yeah?" you try to keep your voice calm even if Jungkook grinding his hard cock into your pussy is making it beyond impossible, "where? Here?" 
"Yeah here. Anywhere. Don’t care. Wanna fuck you, please Mommy." 
You can’t lie, having him fuck you against the elevator sounds terribly tempting. His suit and your dress would still be on, pushed to the side just enough to make way for being able to fuck. His hair would be all messy, your kisses would be oh so incredibly sloppy. Just imagining it is leaving you dripping for him. 
But you want something else. Something that takes hours and makes up for all the time you lost during that boring dinner. 
"Wanna go upstairs?" 
This is all you had to say for Jungkook to act his part. He sets you down gently and steps away. Then he lowers his head before bowing at you the perfect ninety degrees.
"I'm ready for orders", he says.
"Get cleaned up and pretty." 
"Yes! Understood!" he says and bows even deeper. 
"Now off you go." 
Jungkook nods his head in understanding, leaving you by the elevator. He keeps bowing as he leaves, doing so until he disappears behind a pillar. 
Oh you trained him so well. He is so obedient. It makes you want to run after him and ruin him against the shower wall, but you shouldn’t. You have a game to prepare. 
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You are waiting in your most beautiful gear, freshly showered and so ready for him to see you. You picked out the black look tonight. Heels, stockings and an intricately done corset. The corset was custom made just for you, Jungkook gave it to you as part of his White Day presents. You look amazing in it.
Jungkook knocks three times. Your heart begins to race. It is finally time. 
"Come in!" you call out. 
The door opens and Jungkook steps inside, closing the door. Then he turns.
"Holy fuck", he gasps, falling to his knees, "holy fuck, I'm fucking yours."
You chuckle, giving your own palm a gentle spank with the help of your riding crop. It makes a sharp sound, courtesy of the gloves you are wearing. They are latex, ending right beneath your elbows. 
"Mommy, I’m here to be your toy", Jungkook moans, bowing down until his forehead is pressed into the floor. 
"I assume you like the outfit", you say, finally leaving your place by the backlit glass wall. Your heels make a clicking sound on the dark wood floors. 
One. 
Two. 
Then you are next to Jungkook, having climbed the two stairs separating the rest of the room. You round him, wanting to inspect every inch of him. 
He is wearing his playroom pants. Black silk with a loose hem and flowy legs. It is easy and quick to take off and makes him look incredible. His feet are naked, folded in a way that would make his toes squish together when he sits on them. They are currently squished now that his perky butt was resting on them. 
He put a harness on. Black leather with silver eyelets and buckles. It was handmade and sized especially for his torso, resulting in hugging the best parts. The straps crossed each other in the back, connecting with the horizontal strap which dug its path around his ribcage. There were two big rings in the back in case you wanted to tie his wrists - or ankles - to it. 
You trace them with your crop, forcing them to make a sound. Jungkook stays still, but hears it. He flexes his toes for just a second. 
"So you are here to be my toy", you say, dancing the soft leather crop down his spine. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, his toes tense again. 
"I am", he answers you, voice heavy in arousal. 
"Cute", you taunt and round him in elegant steps.
You stop before him, keeping your legs apart in a way that would give him the perfect view of your clothed pussy. 
"Lift your head." 
Jungkook obeys, lifting nothing but his head just as you told him to do. You trace his cheek with the crop before landing the gentlest of hits. He gasps, fluttering his lashes cutely. 
"Now sit up." 
Jungkook obeys with the crop right under his chin. 
"Hands on your thighs, palms up."
The order would have been unnecessary as his hands would have found their resting position naturally. It still feels so much better when you give him the official order. 
"Mhm." 
You inspect the position of them, deciding that his left hand needs fixing. You spank his palm gently. 
Jungkook fixes it quickly, sending you a hopeful look afterwards. 
"Better." 
You study him again. The harness looks beautiful in the front. The horizontal rib cage strap continues, now serving as support for three smaller straps. The two which cross in the back and one in the middle of them. There are even more delicate pieces between them, serving as the perfect frame for his sculpted pecs. They look strong and muscular on normal days, but look especially defined once he puts this harness on. 
The strap in the middle leads up his sternum, past the valleys of his pecs and ending in an intricately done collar. One thick part, coated by soft black fur on the side which touches his skin, another layer of a small strap of leather on which the last layer of leather sits. They are held together by silver eyelets and in the front you can choose to attach a leash on a silver ring. There were five more rings on the chest piece, serving for multiple bondage positions or if you decide to tie him to one of your many and very lovely constructions. 
You trace his pecs, flicking the tip of the crop over his nipple. Jungkook straightens his back and exhales shakily, widening his eyes. 
"You seem very determined to be my toy tonight", you say, moving on to his other nipple for symmetry.
Jungkook sighs, squirming just enough that it wouldn’t earn him a spank for moving too much. 
"Now tell me, sweet boy. Why should I play with you?" 
"Please?" 
You laugh, giving his cheek a soft slap with the crop. 
"That is not an acceptable reason." 
Jungkook places his hands on the floor beside your feet and leans down. He kisses your shoes, making sure to place the kisses right on the tips of them.
"I will serve you so well, my Queen", he says, keeping his face lowered to your feet. 
He truly knows how to push your buttons. This sight is oh so wonderful. 
"So you believe that you will serve my needs? I have high standards for my toys, I’m not easily pleased." 
Jungkook lowers his head, resting his face on the floor between your feet. 
"I won’t disappoint you, my Queen." 
"Yes?" you trace his spine with the riding crop, "and if you will, are you ready to carry the punishment?" 
"Yes, I will carry it."
"Good. Kiss my feet again, go on thank your Queen." 
"Thank you my Queen", he says, kissing your right foot. First your shoe then your instep. 
"I am being gracious, toy. Not many get this honour", you tell him.
He moves to your left one, breathing shakily.
"I'm forever in your debt", he says, kissing the tip of your shoe, "thank you so much, my Queen", he kisses your instep, "thank you for your grace."
He keeps his head lowered afterwards, waiting for your answer. 
"Good. Now sit up." 
Jungkook obeys, placing his hands palms-up on his thighs. He lifts his head, giving you his most obedient bunny eyes. 
"Mhhm, sweet", you decide about his face, taking his cheeks between your fingers. You squeeze them, moving his head left and right to inspect it.  
He put lots of effort into his hair. He could have let it be down after the shower he took, but Jungkook is a thorough and detail-oriented sub. So his hair is styled perfectly again, side-parted and held up by mousse and gel. He has just gotten his undercut done, so the neatness of it adds to the overall clean appearance of his hair. You also know that he put effort into his eyebrows. You once told him that you liked them a lot and now Jungkook makes sure to keep them perfectly styled for you each time you and him play professionally. His skin is soft, feeling like silk under your fingertips. So he made sure to shave as well. Not that Jungkook gets a lot of beard anyway, but he still made the effort. And that is what makes him so attractive. He made an effort. He wants to show you that he wants to look his best when it is time to play. And this effort turns you on so much. 
"You look very handsome, toy. I can see that a lot of effort went into it." 
He beams at you, falling out of his role to give you a genuine reaction. 
"I want to be handsome for you." 
"You are. The most handsome." 
"Thank you, Mommy", he whispers, glowing in pride.
"Now", you let go of his cheeks to take a step back, "how am I supposed to play with you?" 
Jungkook straightens his back, forcing his face to return to seriousness. 
"I can take everything, my Queen." 
"Yes?" 
Obviously everything was still within the borders of his comfort zone and because he knows that you have great knowledge and unbreakable respect of said borders he felt comfortable enough to say such a big word. 
"Everything is a big word, toy." 
"I am hardworking."
He makes you laugh. 
"I can see that. You are very diligent", you say, caressing his soft cheeks. 
You squeeze them, "mhm", you slap them gently. 
It is enough to make Jungkook gasp. 
"Very well. Follow me."
You turn and lead the way in elegant steps. And Jungkook knows what to do. Follow you. The order was obvious. He has to follow you…on all fours, for the order never included his right to stand up. 
You seem pleased by his proper understanding, waiting for him by the backlit glass wall. The glass was milky and in it a most detailed pattern was carved into. Lights of red and deep pinks helped put special emphasis on the work. The lights crept into the room, tainting the red wall beside the glass a lighter red and giving the ground beneath your feet a red glow to it. 
Jungkook reaches you, sitting down on his folded feet and presenting his palms to you. They are pinkish from having to crawl. 
"You have a proper understanding of words." 
"Thank you, my Queen." 
Just one last caress, his face receives. Truly, you can’t stop touching it. He is oh so handsome. Jungkook likes it so much, he feels so beautiful whenever you touch him. 
"Stand up, I want to see the rest of you." 
Jungkook follows gladly, keeping his back straightened and his hands folded in front of his crotch. 
That doesn’t please you. You give them a soft spank.
Jungkook gasps, opening them to put them on the sides of his body instead. 
"Better", you say. 
He nods his head in understanding, working diligently to keep them in their desired position. 
"Now, may I touch you?" 
"Yes, you may, my Queen." 
"Thank you." 
You step closer, placing your gloved hands on his hips. He makes sure to move his arms out of the way, still keeping them by his sides but just slightly lifted. After all, he doesn’t want to be in his Queen's way but also doesn’t want to disobey her orders. 
You seem to be pleased by his efforts, scanning his body with hungry eyes. The harness continues down his torso. One thick strap, around two inches of width and attached to the rib cage strap. It parted his sculpted abs, casting deep shadows on his muscles and making them appear stronger. You trace along the belt, giving yourself time to trace each of his individual muscles. They feel hard under your fingertips, contrasting with the silkiness of his skin. The valley between them is deep, letting you know that Jungkook must have done something to get them so defined. 
It pleases you. He is truly such a thorough sub. He must have done a few sit-ups and put oil on them before visiting you to make sure that he can give you his best self. 
"Very handsome. I like your muscles a lot", you praise him, feeling him tense under you. The effect is instant, the valleys carve deeper into his skin, the mountains of his muscles grow and along his lowest ribs, muscles appear in well-defined streaks. 
"Very good, oh how very pleasing", you say, feeling up his ribs before letting your gloved palms run down his sides. 
Jungkook shudders, forcing his abs to relax. You don’t mind, he still looks mouth wateringly handsome. 
You have reached his hips again, making sure to hold him with a certain pressure. 
You let your eyes flit up, realising that Jungkook kept his eyes focused on the glass wall. 
"Eyes on me."
His eyes flit to you instantly. 
"May I take off your pants?" 
"Yes you may, my Queen."
"Thank you", you give him a smile, one he retorts, ""now eyes back on the wall until I tell you otherwise." 
Jungkook obeys with a nod of his head. 
The harness disappears in his pants, letting you know that he attached a hip piece tonight. The thought is most exciting. 
You pull the strings open, dancing your hands back to his hips. You let him wait for just one second, watching his face for a reaction. He is impatient, but does an incredible job hiding it. 
You look back at his hips and hook your fingers in his pants. You tug them down carefully, making sure his semi-hard cock wouldn’t be hurt.
His breathing quickens in excitement. Your mouth waters. 
He styled himself for you, shaving the parts which would have looked too messy for him otherwise and trimming the rest. He kept the prettiest of happy trails too, knowing very well how obsessed you are with it. 
Right now it is covered by the strap of his harness. Said harness ends in a big metal ring, currently sitting snug around Jungkook's cock and balls. 
"Look at that. So handsome", you murmur, watching his cock throb at the praise. 
You round him, keeping your gloved hands on his hips. The harness sadly stops at the cockring, but truly ends in a delicate metal chain. It is fixed on a small ring on the cockring, spanning itself to the back of his body before disappearing between his buttocks. 
You grab said buttocks and part them, revealing the end of the chain. His rim, neatly shaved and glistening in the remnants of the lube. The chain disappears inside of it, making you wonder just what he chose tonight. 
The harness truly was a blessing. Jungkook could exchange the lower part to his liking. There was the simple cockring option, the cockring and buttplug option, the cockring with anallock option and the option of cockring with three perfectly shaped analbeads. There is of course an option without any kind of attachment, but instead it is an intricate webbing of straps and belts meant to frame his thighs and ass, it’s your favourite whenever you peg him because you can grab it and pull his ass back on your strap remorselessly. But the option of choosing you allow Jungkook to have. He can choose whatever he craves that night and it is always a surprise most thrilling to you.
You know exactly what option he chose tonight. 
"Anal beads", you observe, closing his buttocks to squeeze his hips instead, "tell me, toy. Is someone trying to be stuffed?" 
"Yes, my Queen."
"Mhm", you trace the chain, keeping your left hand pressed to his lower stomach so he couldn’t flee. Not that Jungkook would ever flee, on the contrary, he is having the hardest time not to arch into your touch. 
"Was it hard to get them inside, mhm?" 
"Yes, my Queen. The middle one was so big." 
"It was big you say?" you trace the chain all the way back to his hole, outlining the part where it disappears inside of him, "and yet I don’t see it outside. You must have worked diligently to get it inside, mustn’t you?" 
"Yes, my Queen. I tried until I, I finally got it inside." 
"And how did it feel?" 
"Big, like I am being stretched out from the inside." 
"Mhm", you hum, pressing down on his lower stomach in sync with pressing two fingers against his rim. The balls shift inside of him, unable to slip outside because of your fingers but managing to make his muscles convulse.
"Ah", he lets out breathily, balling his hands to fists. 
"I can feel them, right there", you observe, rolling your fingers against them, "that’s them, am I correct?" 
"Yeah", he croaks, clenching his hole desperately.
"Oh?" you fake surprise, "oh, I’m sorry. Does my probing get you all needy to squeeze them out again?"
"Yes, my Q-Queen. Ah mhm", he moans softly, having to gasp for air most sweetly. 
You chuckle, slipping your fingers away.
You round him again, coming to the most pleasurable discovery that he has hardened completely by now. He is finally filling out that cockring, looking so red and swollen because of it. 
You touch him without warning, running your gloved palm up and down his veiny shaft. 
Jungkook bites his lower lip, furrowing his brows in concentration. His eyes he still keeps perfectly focused on the wall. 
"You have a perfect cock", you praise, feeling it throb in pride. 
"Thank you, my Queen", he says, sighing the words just slightly. 
You let your gaze switch between his face and his cock. The touch must feel amazing to him. 
It is not often that you use gloves to play with him. Latex gloves, medical gloves, silken gloves, even leather gloves. You keep a vast collection of them in one of your neatly integrated wall closets. Each of them hidden in their own compartment and sorted by material, colour and length. Tonight's gloves are latex, black and reaching a good two inches over your elbows. Jungkook goes crazy for the feeling of them on his skin and they are meant for special occasions only. Tonight is a special occasion so you decided and Jungkook loves the surprise with a twitch of his cock and a soft whimper. 
"How does that feel?" you taunt, swirling your wrist as your hand is wrapped around his cockhead. 
He breathes heavily, making sounds as he does. With a vigorous nod of his head he lets you know that this right here felt like heaven.
"Yes? It feels good?" you ask. 
You let go of his cock only to place your left hand underneath it. Like this his pink tip is resting on your open palm. You trace it with the pointer finger of your right hand, making sure that you get every part of it. 
"How does that make you feel?"
"Sen-sensitive", he gets out and breathes in deeply. 
"Mhm." 
You place the open palm of your right hand on top of his cockhead and then rub your hands up and down slowly. 
"What about this? I'm sure this is different." 
Jungkook breathes out with a sound, wiggling his fingers and tensing his lower abs. You watch it happening. 
"Is good", he rasps, fighting gravity with his eyelids. 
"Mhm." 
He looks so good like this. You really enjoy touching him like this because it is different than giving him just a normal handjob. You can put more pressure on him if you want to or less if he deserves to be teased. It also looks really good when Jungkook's tip appears between your hands each time you dance them back. Because each time it does, it seems to glisten more and more in his excitement. 
Jungkook gives you a falter of his position then. Just a tiny step back with his left foot and with his back losing some of its tension. It is the result of you keeping his cockhead between your two palms and moving them into opposite directions, left and right. 
"Oh?" you stop instantly, basking in him trying to fix his position panickedly in hopes you wouldn’t punish him. But you do, because it is fun and you like completely messing with his brain. 
You pull your hands away, dropping his cock. It wiggles up and down for a little before stilling, standing way too hard and way too sensitive.
Jungkook tries not to show it, but a small whimper still escapes him and as you take a look at his face you realise that he is pulling a face of disappointed agony. 
You laugh, forcing Jungkook to almost break his focused gaze just so he could check why you are laughing. 
"Tell me how close I've gotten you", you order and decide to make it harder for him by placing your palms on his chest and flicking your gloved fingers over his nipples. They harden instantly. 
"Very…close", he struggles with his words because of how good your touch feels. 
Jungkook didn’t always have sensitive nipples. He liked it when people licked them or rolled them between their fingers, but he couldn’t say that stimulation on them would seriously turn him on. You are different. He hasn’t figured out yet what kind of dark magic you used on him, but ever since a few months his nipples have become so sensitive that your current touch feels like electricity on his skin. It snakes down his torso until it hugs his cock in tingles and aches for more. 
There was also this one night in your caravan by the ocean where you made Jungkook cum solely by playing with his nipples and talking to him. Such evenings would have never been possible in his past, but with you they are. 
"Very close you say", your voice pulls him back from his sweet memories to his even sweeter reality. 
Jungkook nods his head, biting down on his lower lip. He is going to cum. If you keep touching him for only a few more minutes he is going to cum. 
"Mhm, yeah. Well, I’m sorry I did", your remorse is feigned and laced with glee, "if I knew you were close, I would have continued." 
You pull your hands away, leaving Jungkook to chase you in a small arch of his back. 
"Ah", he lets out, sounding sad as he does. 
You grin, placing your hands on his hips. You know you could have made him cum. But you don’t want him to cum yet. He has to give you more before that could happen. 
You wrap your hand around his cock. 
"Follow me", you say, dragging him with you by his hard cock. 
Jungkook follows with a needy moan rolling off his tongue, touching your upper arms because if he gets needy from edging his hands always seem to magically reach out for you. Truly it is the sweetest yet most tragic phenomenon. Although you are the cruel Queen denying him his heaven, his instincts are still to find refuge in your hands. Dependency on the one person who gives him such agony. Truly, it is such a sweet tragedy.
You let go of his cock now that you have reached the bed. 
The bed fills up a good portion of the room, but it doesn’t look too big. The room is spacious enough for it. And while it may not look too massive, it still demands attention. It was made out of wood, dark as ebony and with a layer of gloss varnish so it could reflect the lights. The frame was sturdy and with intricately carved bedposts reaching up to the ceiling. Said posts had not only an aesthetic purpose but a practical as well. They served as the anchor of your bondage rings. Rope, chains, leather belts. One could secure the ties of their liking to them. 
The mattress was firm, but soft enough to make it comfortable on the back. There weren’t any blankets on them, nor was there any normal bedding. The mattress was covered in a red pvc sheet, waterproof and just sticky enough on the skin that getting sweaty and dirty on it feels incredible. You and Jungkook decided on such a sheet because you grew terribly annoyed by having to get lube or cum or squirt stains out of your good linen sheets. These days you just have to wipe them down after a session, disinfect them and make sure they are tugged in neatly. You can obviously change colours too and mostly you alternate between red and black, depending on the scene you want to play. 
You turn around, facing Jungkook. With your hands on his hips you situate him in front of the foot end of the bed.
"Sit." 
Jungkook obeys with a push of your hands, mewling most needily because sitting down not only makes his thighs squeeze his balls but also because the weight of his body shifts the anal beads in his ass. 
He looks up at you with his sweaty palms resting face up on his thighs. 
You give him a harsh push, making him fall on the mattress with a groan. It messes up his hair at the back.
Now it is to working quickly. Without showing him an ounce of respect, you pick up his legs and spread them only to set them down on the mattress harshly. 
Jungkook squirms from left to right, giving you an excited mewl. He is so exposed now. The pressure on his ass is sadly gone, but he is so exposed that the thrill of being eyed up by you makes up for the loss of stimulation.
He feels cuffs around his ankles. They jingle as you secure them. Jungkook wants to look but doesn’t dare. He is damned to fight for air and wait for the revelation. 
You close the cuff around his left ankle first. It matches the choker in style. Black leather with fur touching his skin and multiple layers of perfectly cute leather straps held together by silver eyelets. But they weren’t normal cuffs, they were part of one of your favourite constructions. You close the cuff around his right ankle and then it is already time for said construction to work its magic. 
You lift his legs with the help of it, forcing it into the view of Jungkook. 
He moans loudly, furrowing his brows in desperation. 
A spreader bar.
With a smirk on your lips you open his legs and Jungkook can listen in delight as the bar locks into place on the furthest apart setting. 
He feels the stretch it forces him to do. It doesn't hurt, but he still feels it. In his legs, his inner thighs especially. It feels warm and creeps down its teasing fingers until it reaches his cock and makes it twitch.
"Comfortable?" you make sure. 
"Yeah", he croaks. 
You prepared ropes on the bondage rings tonight. They were black of colour to match the overall aesthetic. You secure them on the outer rings of the spreader bar, making sure that the knot was tight and secure enough that if Jungkook began wiggling and fighting, his restraints wouldn’t open and accidentally drop his legs and hurt him. 
You secure them in a height which would make his legs bend by his knees just enough to make the constant stretch more comfortable. It also helps with giving better access to his ass and cock. Not that access is difficult in the first place. Jungkook is exposed. Oh he is exposed. He can’t hide, he can’t escape your looks and he especially can’t flee from your touches. There is one setting on the spreader bar which at least lets Jungkook hide away slightly by squeezing his knees together. But that is the first setting, this right here is as far as the bar can go and Jungkook can’t even wiggle his legs nor can he find secrecy by pressing his knees together. He is yours now. Your artwork to inspect. 
You take a step back and stay silent. You know Jungkook is affected by your silence, which is why you do it as you inspect his body. 
The soles of his feet are exposed to you. They are clean and look to be relaxed right now. His legs seem to be relaxed as well, using the well done support of the bondage ropes to find comfort. His cock and balls look so good in that position. You like how his balls blend into his cock, it fascinates you and makes you so happy to have him as your husband. He truly has the sexiest cock. 
You especially love how the chain on the cockring wanders down to his asshole. It digs into his skin in the position, reddening it slightly. 
It is also beyond fascinating just how tight and tiny his hole looks now that only a chain is filling it up. Now, you are aware that his insides are getting the stretch of their lifetime, but it is oh so arousing to know just how tight his rim will still be. While he might be stretched out inside, his sweet, little rim gets nothing. It turns you on so much. 
"Now you finally look like the sextoy you are", you break the silence, forcing a throb through his cock. 
Jungkook begins breathing heavily when he hears the clicking of your heels. It means you are coming closer again. 
The bed shakes beside his head. 
"Look at me." 
Jungkook obeys, moaning softly because of the view. You are sitting at the right edge of the bed, having chosen a position which exposes your ass to his eyes. The black lace has disappeared between your buttocks, giving view to your bared skin. The view is making him weak.
"Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?" you ask him.
"Yes please", he begs. 
"Well, first we have to get rid of your anal beads. Don’t we?" 
Jungkook mewls, staring at your ass. You are so sexy. Jungkook is so obsessed with the view.
"Then we have to test just how sensitive your prostate is. So I'll stick a vibe up your ass. Eyes on my face", you say and with the help of your riding crop you give his cheek a soft slap. 
Jungkook gasps and flinches, looking at you quickly. His eyes are widened cutely.
You keep the riding crop pressed against his cheek and continue talking.
"I'll stuff you with a vibe and we are going to test out just how sensitive you are. Right? We are going to test it out together, won’t we?" 
"Yes, my Queen", he croaks, fluttering his lashes at you. He is so turned on that he feels dizzy. It turns him on so much when you describe what you will do to him. He knows that you do it so he could say if he wants it or not, but it doesn’t matter to him. For him it feels as if you are jerking him off with nothing but your voice and words. 
"Very good", you caress his cheek, "and while we test it out, we have to test out something else too…", you trail off, gazing at his lips. 
You begin tracing them with the crop. 
"...we'll have to see if your tongue is any good."
Jungkook mewls, parting his lips. He could deepthroat that riding crop right here and now. You would just have to shove it down his throat as far as possible and Jungkook would suck it as if it was your strap. He is so hungry. So fucking horny.
"You may ask yourself how we will test it out, now that you are constrained like such a…" you falter, scrunching your nose up in feigned distaste, "...slut." 
His cock throbs. Yes he is. He is your slut. Jungkook agrees. He is such a slut. Just for you. He is your slutty sextoy. Your exposed, tied down, slutty sextoy. 
"But it will be easy", you say and smile, "I'll just sit on your face. I'm sure you can do that for me. Can you, toy?" 
"Yes my Queen", he rasps with his voice so terribly strained. 
Your face lights up in pride. 
"I am very happy to hear that. Oh, you are truly hardworking."
"T-thank you", he croaks, squirming. The praise feels as if you just sunk down on his cock. That’s how it makes him feel. As if you just stopped jerking him off to fuck him hard instead. His cock throbs the same way too, letting a few droplets of precum escape. 
"Now. Do you have any questions before we get started?" 
Jungkook gulps. 
"Come on, don’t be shy. Speak your mind, toy." 
"Can, can I…have a kiss?" 
You chuckle, "those are some high demands." 
Jungkook flutters his lashes at you cutely. 
"Fine", you give in, "you're so cute." 
You lean in for a kiss, cradling his cheek most lovingly in your palm. Jungkook is in heaven, kissing you back with his heart fluttering so intensely one could believe this right here was the first ever kiss you and him shared. But it’s not, he just loves you so much and your kisses are epic.
You pull back with a loving giggle, caressing his cheekbone. You keep closer for now, making Jungkook gaze at you with sparkly eyes. 
"Are you having fun, Bunny?" you ask him in a whisper.
"Yes, so much. You?" he whispers back.
"Me too, I’m having so much fun." 
He beams at you happily, scrunching his nose up.
"Now", you give his cheek a soft nudge, "let's get started. Are you ready to get unplugged, toy?" 
He mewls squeakily, carrying devastated arousal in his pretty eyes. 
"I'm sure you are. Mhm? It must be so uncomfortable to walk around oh so stuffed and filled up." 
Jungkook writhes. There you are again, railing him with just your words. 
"N-no." 
"No? And why is that?" 
"I'm a, a slutty toy." 
You chuckle, straightening up. 
"I see", you laugh, "now I feel bad for unplugging you." 
"It's okay my Queen." 
"Yes?" 
He nods his head, "I wanna be open for you." 
You tingle. While Jungkook feels totally fucked by just your words, you yourself feel oh so ruined by having him talk like this. He may not be inside of you right now, but hearing him talk about how happy he is to please you feels as if he was scrambling your insides with his cock. It makes walking in those heels difficult because all you want to do is fall to your knees while his cock is under you and you are on his lap, naked. 
"So you wanna be open for me?" you repeat, tracing his legs until you reach his sensitive crotch area.
Jungkook rolls his hips up and exhales shakily.  
"Why don’t we make it a little easier?" you suggest as you reach for a bottle of lube. You open it and let a gracious amount trickle all over his balls and ass. Goosebumps cover his skin at the sensation.
"Ah", Jungkook lets out, squirming his hips. 
"It's cold, I know. But it'll warm up real soon", you assure him, placing the bottle aside for now. 
You connect your gloved hands with his body, rubbing the lube all over his parts most sensitive. You make sure that some gets on his cock too, jerking it off slowly while your left fingers massage along the chain. 
"Fuck", he lets out in a whisper and a glance at his face lets you know that he was in heaven right now. His eyes are closed, his lips are parted. He looks so handsome when you touch him.
You connect your fingers with his rim and apply a little pressure. Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He exhales with a sound rattling in his throat. 
"Are you nervous? I'm sure your poor, tight rim isn’t ready for the stretch at all", you taunt all while running your gloved hand up and down his veiny shaft. 
"I, I…" he resorts to sighing sweetly, rolling his head to the side. 
"Mhm. Don’t worry, I’m going to be careful", you say and insert your pointer finger into him.
His eyes open, his lower back lifts from the mattress. 
"Hhm", he lets out, retorting to squeaking out sounds afterwards. 
You are feeling him up, searching for the beads. You find them, tickling them with your fingertip.
"Found them", you say, pushing against them, "there they are. Oh? They shifted so far up. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep your greedy asshole swallowed them?" 
Jungkook groans, closing his eyes after allowing them to roll back. 
"Oh, getting them out will be a task. It’s like you don’t even want to give them up", you taunt, pushing and probing against them until Jungkook wants to scream. 
You are right. He is tight. He is so, so tight. Your finger shouldn’t feel that thick right now, but it does. It feels oh so thick. Slick as well. Slick from the lube and the latex. That combination feels like fire on his skin.
"Fuck", he has to curse again, shuddering when you pull out. He clenches around nothing, aching for another feel of your finger. 
"Enough playing around. Let's see if we can help you get rid of that terrible burden", you say, twisting your finger in the chain to pull. 
"Oh, oh god", Jungkook tenses up.
"Relax, I can’t pull it out like that", you say, trying a second time. 
"Fuck, I'm trying", he says and exhales, relaxing his muscles as he does. 
"There we go, that’s better. Oh look at that, here comes the first one", you say and just as Jungkook feels that deep, deep stretch you twist your gloved hand around his cockhead. 
"A-ah", Jungkook croaks, clenching around the ball desperately. It heightens just how intensely he feels the stretch. 
A wet sound. Immense pressure. Then nothing. Jungkook shudders, croaking out a weak moan.
"Look at that", you rasp, chuckling tauntingly, "you were quite the fighter, but we are done. First one is out." 
He mewls. 
"Mhm, I know. Ready for the second one?" 
"So ready", he rasps, trying and failing to roll his hips up. 
The tug is rough but placed with care. Oh, you know exactly what you are doing. Jungkook is shuddering, trying and failing to buck his hips up. That spreader bar…it’s making wiggling around so difficult.
“Holy fuck”, he whispers. The toy feels so big.
“Not long anymore, don’t give up now toy”, you encourage him with a twist of your wrist.
Jungkook reacts in a shudder and an involuntary clench of his lower abs. The lubed up ball slips out of his ass, leaving him oh so empty.
“See? Easy”, your voice is saccharine, lulling Jungkook into the aching need to be good.
“Again my Queen”, he begs, “please wanna be so open.”
“I can see that you’re getting sluttier for me”, you taunt, rewarding his cock with a squeeze of your fingers. You run your thumb right along his frenulum when you begin tugging at the chain again.
Your eyes are locked on him. The lube is covering the chain oh so well, wet and glimmering in the lights. It is mesmerising just how it moves in his hole as you pull it out. How something so delicate houses just something so big. You can see it coming, feel it too as Jungkook begins throbbing in your hand again.
More and more his pink hole is stretching. More and more he opens up for you.
Jungkook’s breath hitches.
The ball slips out hastily, leaving behind a terribly sensitive looking hole and a shaking Jungkook.
“That’s it”, you rasp, placing the anal beads on the mattress, “now you are all empty.”
You feed his hole two of your fingers as a reward, scissoring them to get a good feel of how open he is for you.
“B-break”, he croaks.
“Break”, you repeat, retreating your hands instantly, “want to be let down too?”
“No just”, he takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Another deep breath then a curse, “I wanna fucking cum”, he whines.
You laugh, touching him instantly.
“Now that is not a reason to need a break, toy. Come now, I’ve taught you better than this”, you play with his cock in an almost punishing manner, torturing his hole with deep thrusts right out of your wrist, “you wanna cum? Then do a better job at holding back.”
“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he keens, stretching his arms above his head for something to grip onto.
Something.
Please anything.
His fingers find nothing than the sticky fabric of the covers. They try to twist it as best as possible. It makes a tiny squeaking sound. It is almost inaudible in the room, nothing but background noise. After all, why would he concentrate on something as miniscule as fabric sounds now that the familiar buzzing of his favourite vibrator is making the air around him shake?
You watch how he twists more of the fabric, how his chest begins heaving up and down in almost ragged breaths, how his eyes seem to scrunch closed.
“You know that sound don’t you?” you ask him sweetly, touching his inner thigh with the toy. You draw slow circles on it, basking in all the goosebumps and shivers that elicits from him.
He nods his head vigorously, clenching around your digits.
“You also know what that means, don’t you?”
He nods his head again.
“Then tell me.”
“I, I can’t cum without your p-permission.”
Jungkook can’t see it, but your lips are curling into an almost menacing smile. Your eyes gain a certain fire to them. Dark and taunting. You lift your head just slightly, looking down at your eager toy with pride in your chest.
“Good job, he remembers the rules. Let’s see if he can actually obey them.”
You slip your fingers out only to replace them with the thick shaft of the vibrator. Jungkook’s hole swallows it up in one go.
“Holy fuck, my Queen you’re literally- fuck”, he gasps then moans and for the first time tonight he actually tugs on his restraints. With eager wiggles of his hips and jerks of his knees he is fighting them, making the bondage rings clatter.
“Oh? Look at you fighting” you laugh, “it seems your prostate is very sensitive.”
Jungkook answers you in a throaty moan. His fingers twist more of the fabric.
“That’s exactly how I like my toys”, you say and once you are sure that the toy will stay inside of him without slipping out, you step back.
For just a few seconds let him rest. Just for a little bit you watch him as he twitches and squirms and trembles. His thighs, thick from muscle, are shaking, fighting the restraints fruitlessly. His toes are tensing and wiggling each time he is trying to roll his ankles just to fail. His cock, oh his pretty cock, so red and swollen, throbs between his thighs, leaking stringy arousal which gets smeared all over his trimmed pubes and plumb balls.
He groans then. Loud and drawn out.
Click.
You turned the vibrator off for now, giving his body a break.
“Fuck, thank.”
“Don’t thank me too soon. This is only to make sure that you don’t disobey me. You’ll thank me now, but hate me later”, you say, rounding the bed.
You keep a safe grasp around your remote as you climb on top, calling Jungkook’s attention by touching his sweaty stomach.
He peels his heavy eyelids open, rolling his head to the side in order to look at you. His gaze is hazy, his lips can’t seem to close as shaky breaths swirl over his tongue.
“Ready for your other test?” you ask.
Jungkook fixes the position of his head so he would be resting on the back of it. He swallows, no, gulps. Then a tilt back, revealing his chiseled neck to your eyes.
“So ready”, he rasps, licking his lips in anticipation.
“Such a good toy”, you praise and turn the vibrations back on.
Jungkook gasps, furrows his brows, parts his lips. His conviction to impress you with his tongue is crumbling, all he wants to do is moan for you. But he can’t. He can hear you undress and watch you climb on top him.
He flutters his lashes at you, groaning when you trip all over his face now that you are right above him. It lands on his nose and parts of his cheeks. Hot and wet, seeping out your pussy like the sweetest nectar. Jungkook is trembling at the scent and the view. He really hit the jackpot, didn’t he?
“Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your hips.
“Yeah”, he croaks.
You place your hands on his stomach for support.
“Then get useful.”
You sit down on him, smothering him with your cunt so deeply Jungkook can do nothing more than groan and mewl. He is struggling for a few moments, trying to find a rhythm. His lips are eager to suck and kiss while his tongue is oh so greedy for a taste. It is a messy battle. One that his eager tongue wins in the end. With fast flicks and hungry curls it feasts on your pussy.
“Good, very good, toy”, you praise, “make your hands useful too.”
Almost clumsily he grips you, no, gropes you. Your legs first then up to your hips, your waist and down your legs again. His touch is strong. His fingers have one sole goal, digging themselves into your soft flesh as deeply as possible. You want him to be useful? He will. He will be so fucking useful that you will feel his touch even hours after he stopped giving it to you.
You make it harder then by swallowing his cock in its entirety.
Jungkook rips his eyes open, mewls into you. He can’t. Breathe. Function. Think. Exist. You decide. It is all of them. Jungkook is feeling weak. Having his cock down your throat was his defeat.
“Toy”, your harsh voice tugs him back, “keep that tongue moving will you?”
Jungkook whimpers, squeezing tears out of his glassy eyes. He tries to move again, curl it against your entrance, lick your folds, grind it against your clit. He hasn’t even noticed that he stopped, not when you fucked his cock so good and not when his prostate is close to bursting from the vibrations.
He hopes with the painful mewl he lets out that you’ll know.
I’m going to fucking cum.
He hopes you’ll know. He is literally begging for it.
Please, just one break.
Jungkook whimpers, pressing your pussy closer while his temples are getting wet from his streaming tears.
Please, I don’t want to disobey you.
Your throat closes around his cockhead. Hard and tight.
Jungkook actually scratches down your lower back and buttocks, leaving behind a burning sensation.
Click.
The pain is fiery. He was so close that getting his high denied feels like torture right now. Just one second earlier and he would have thanked you. Now? Now he is left fighting the spreader bar while his cock is throbbing in fresh air and his hole is clenching desperately.
You lift your pussy from his face, wanting to give him a moment of air. Jungkook however, pulls you right back, sobbing into you while his mouth is frenching your cunt. This is his prayer for mercy, his way of trying to convince you to please start the vibrator again. Snotty, teary-eyed and covered in your juices he is begging for more even if seconds earlier he begged for less of it.
“You’re fucking amazing”, you press out and moan loudly. Your thumb grazes the power button on the remote. One gentle push and the soft buzz of the vibrator is ringing in the air. Jungkook moans into your pussy, pressing you closer. His arms are wrapped around you, caging in your thighs, which gives you the perfect feel of his thick muscles flexing and relaxing as he is giving you the best tongue fuck ever. His hands, clammy and hot are resting on your lower back, fingertips tickling the beginning of your ass while every so often tensing enough that you can feel his nails scratch over your skin. 
“That’s it, keep going. Just keep going”, you encourage him, taking him back inside your wet mouth.
You weren’t actually planning on sucking him off, but sitting so on top of your favourite throne made you want to give him the best and sloppiest blowjob he has ever gotten. He just looks way too good when he is so exposed in that perfect spreader bar.
You sink down on him, gagging not because you have to but because you want to. And because gagging makes you drool oh so much around him that it runs all over his dark pubes and swollen balls and that sight is one to get addicted to.
With your gloved fingers wrapped around the base of his hard cock, you stick your tongue out just to let the spit trip all over him. Wet and stringy it webs itself all around his pink cockhead before winding down his veiny shaft.
“So fucking messy”, you growl, “you’re looking like such a slut.”
Jungkook fucking mewls underneath you, sucking on your pussy with such eagerness on could believe he wanted to swallow you whole.
Click.
The vibrations stop. His sucking stops, replaced by trembling lips and a faltering tongue.
You watch with sparkling eyes as his cock throbs and how his precum joins your saliva. Now you have him where you want him. Fucking soiled by both of your juices. Wet and ready for another taste. You gather the slip with your fingers and begin jerking off his shaft. The latex glides over his skin easily, covered oh so prettily in your spit and his desperation.
Click.
Jungkook’s entire body jerks underneath you, his nails leave deep scratches down your lower back, his lips quiver before taking on their rhythm again.
To make matters even more difficult for him, you take his weeping cockhead back into your mouth, sucking on it until your cheeks are falling in. Your hand obviously still jerks of his pulsating shaft, going in synch with the bops of your head.
This is it. This is the kind of sloppy blowjob your perfect sextoy deserves. All of your skills and tricks. Jungkook may know just how well you can suck his cock, but that doesn’t mean that you always dish out your entire skills whenever you go down on him. No, the entire range is reserved for special nights, the kind of nights which you want to stay as the wettest memories in his mind. The kind of memories which will whisper to him, haunt him, torture him in the most inappropriate situations until he can’t take it anymore and the only relief he can find is right between your legs.
Tonight is such a night. It may have started off as a boring Plus One dinner situation, but that doesn’t mean that it has to end that way. After all, having to spend oh so many hours next to Jungkook is his tailored suit with his hair perfectly styled and his neck smelling of his cologne has left you so fucking needy that you want to scream. The dinner may have been boring, but Jungkook still looked so attractive handling all those difficult business decisions and maybe that is also why you secretly love being his Plus One to such evenings. Because Jungkook is hot when he works and he is even hotter when you can get him all worked up in his business clothes.
“Fucking shit”, you groan, breaking away from his throbbing cock now that you have to throw your head back, “Jungkook you fucking slut, urgh fuck”, you growl, squeezing your eyes shut.
With eager madness in your grip you jerk him off. It should motivate him to keep going, but makes him twitch oh so desperately. His voice sounds broken, vibrating against your pussy. He is sucking on your clit, drowning in your taste. 
"Yes fuck", you groan, grinding back into him, "you're such a good toy. Fuck. Now." 
Jungkook expected you to cum, however he didn’t expect you to squirt all over his face. He isn’t complaining, on the contrary, he is weeping in gratefulness, licking and kissing your weeping cunt until even the last of your deep trembles have shook your entire body.
He is aching because despite just how out of control you seemed, you remembered to turn off the vibrator, knowing very well that having you orgasm is one of the biggest triggers for him. So Jungkook is left burning up in desperation as you cum all over his face while he is dancing on the edge.
You roll off of him after your high, turning quickly just to twist his soaked hair.
“You perfect, fucking toy”, your voice sounds demonic, your pupils are blow out racing over his wet features, “look at you. You look like such a slut.”
Jungkook gasps for air, feeling dizzy from the tug.
You lift the remote into his field of vision and make him watch as you turn the vibrator on again.
“Ah”, he lets out.
Higher. Jungkook watches in both panic and gratefulness as you turn the vibrator on the second setting.
The third.
The fourth.
“Oh- oh, oh, oh, please”, he squeaks out.
His face is contorting into a grimace of total desperation. The rings are creaking and groaning now that his legs are wiggling oh so much.
“I want you to cum. Now.”
Jungkook rips his mouth open and cums.
You feel it on your face because Jungkook manages to shoot his cum so far up, it not only covers his entire sweaty torso but your face and collarbones as well.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”, the chant is endless, becoming more and more pitiful when that sweet fire of pleasure turns into the clawing fire of overstimulation, “fuck, oh fuck, fuck, ah, ah, fuck, ah”, he is squeaking, sounding helpless.
“Again”, you growl, wrapping your hand around his cock while twisting his hair, “you slut are going to cum until you're milked dry.”
Jungkook chokes on his sob, managing to spill his drool all over his chin like a messy toy. It is the best view you have ever had the honour to look at.
One twist of your gloved hand around his blush cockhead and Jungkook does what he is meant to do.
Orgasm.
Hard and long.
He drools, shakes, cries. Words? They don’t exist in his vocabulary anymore. He is dumb, stupid, brainless right now. Nothing but a vessel for cum and the enjoyment you gain out of seeing him suffer.
And so it happens that Jungkook orgasms a third time with a broken wail of your name and his fingernails almost breaking through the fabric of the covers. And so it happens that you jerk him off and let his prostate throb against the harsh vibrations until his cock stops leaking his creamy cum and in return leaks the translucent goodness of too much stimulation. It covers most of his lower stomach, but reaches far up to his collarbones as well.
“Yes”, you growl.
"Pleasnfneplease", Jungkook is weeping like a little boy, shaking uncontrollably until finally – oh fucking finally – you stop the vibrations.
"Holy fuck!" he yelps, hitting the mattress with his head, "fuck, fuck. Fuck."
A deep groan follows, his arms slack against the sheets, his fingers lose their grip.
"There we go", you soothe him, "now you're all done."
You set his cock down gently, soothing him by running your hands right through the mess he made on his torso.
“Take a deep breath”, you tell him, knowing very well that Jungkook is currently forgetting to breathe.
He does so sparsely, convulsing in a tremor of his body.
“Can you talk to me?” you speak to him slowly, smoothing through his hair.
“Barely”, he croaks.
“That’s fine, can you listen?”
“Yeah.”
“Try to keep breathing and relax. I will first take out the vibe and then undo the restraints. I’ll go slow so don’t worry.”
He nods his head, fluttering his closed eyelids.
You work slowly and carefully. You may have acted like the cruel Queen during the play, but once those roles drop you want to make sure that he can come down as safely as possible. Because tonight was a special night and special nights leave Jungkook so deep in subspace that going anything but slow would seriously mess him up.
You speak to him softly as you place his legs down, running your hands along them until he knows that he is safe and sound and that he is allowed to move if he feels the need to do so. He does. He just kind of stretches them out before letting them plop down and therefore tangle over the edge of the bed.
After taking off your gloves it is time to clean him up. Jungkook needs to feel your real, unaltered touch in order to come back safely. The gloves would only be counterproductive right now. He needs your hands and soft palms and you are so happy to give them to him as you wipe down the mess he made.
The last step of getting him back safely is running your fingers through his hair until he finally feels ready enough to open his eyes.
And like always after a special night those eyes are filled with tears and immense love. You exchange a fond smile and then like always you cup his cheek.
“How are you doing?”
“Safe”, he whispers.
“You are”, you promise him, caressing his cheekbone, “you know that you did amazing right now, don’t you?”
He nods his head, blushing.
“Good boy”, you praise, kissing his sweaty forehead, “now, tell me. Any aches I haven’t taken care of yet? Something else you need?”
“Nothing hurts”, he assures you and sighs, “holy fuck, thank you. This was amazing."
You smile, “I had so much fun too.”
“Mommy”, he reaches for your hand.
“Yes, Bunny?”
“Can we take a bath together, please?”
“Of course, everything my Bunny needs.”
You wrap him in his aftercare bathrobe, guiding him to the bathroom while he is hugging you with wobbly knees. The bath is prepared quickly and just moments later Jungkook is sitting between your legs while you rub shampoo into his hair and kiss his neck until the water turns cold. You help him dry off and blow dry his hair for him, keeping it fluffy and messy which earns him one big smooch on his lips. 
Then you feed him a few nuts to gain back a little bit of energy and share two bottles of water with him and after brushing your teeth together it is finally time for Jungkook to find his safe sleeping space in your arms.
You are matching. Linen pyjamas with long pants but short sleeved shirts. Jungkook is currently nestled into your chest, inhaling the scent of you while you comb your fingers through his soft hair.
His thumb is playing with his wedding ring mindlessly, twirling it on his ring finger. He looks at it for a second, smiling, then he snuggles into you, closing his eyes in the process.
He falls asleep after whispering an “I love you” to you and listening to you answering him with a hushed “I love you too, so much”.​​
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Theirs*
Summary: The fourth part to Mine*
Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has returned home after being away.
The first thing on his agenda?
Your punishment.
Word Count: 6.3k
*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*
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“Don’t look at me like that.”
Swallowing a huff, you straighten up from where you’re knelt on the bed. Your innocent doe-like eyes silently pleading with Harry to simply give in.
However, he merely crosses his arms and leans his tall body against the doorframe to the bedroom. “I know you’re getting ready to say something bratty, and I’m gonna tell you right now…don’t.”
You frown. “Har—”
“No.” His tone is cool but firm. His expression is unreadable. And despite the way you’ve attempted to present yourself to him, he remains unfazed. 
He doesn’t allow himself to drink in your submissive stance. Or the revealing lingerie you’ve worn just to tease him. Or even the way you've kept your head bowed since the moment he walked in, just to tip the scales in your favor.
In fact, when he first came home and found you here, he’d simply cleared his throat and announced he was back.
And that he was ready for that talk.
You try again. “Har, I just—”
“What did I just say?” he reminds you, brow cocking upward. Your third warning. “I want you silent. You are not to speak until I allow you to do so. Is that understood?”
You push your lips into a wounded pout and nod once.
Pleased with your reaction, he rewards you with the softest of smiles. “S’a good girl. It’s my turn to talk right now. And your turn to listen. And I want you to listen very closely. Okay?”
Another nod.
He straightens up and takes a beat. He allows you to wonder. Allows you to anticipate what he might say.
Anticipate how much trouble you’re in.
“Do you understand why I ask you to do certain things?” he begins. “Do you understand…why I expect your obedience?”
You blink up at him, forcing a captivated expression so he knows you’re listening.
“Because there are only a few things in the world I cannot control,” he continues. “But you…I will always control you."
Your cheeks warm.
“I control your body,” he murmurs, pushing off the wall to step closer. “I control your pleasure…and I control your safety. I will always…control your safety.”
He reaches the edge of the mattress and takes your chin between his fingers. With a firm squeeze, he looks down, and your heart races inside your chest at his touch.
You haven’t felt it in days.
And it sets your entire body alight.
“I will always protect you, sweet girl,” he says, and despite the dominant edge, his vulnerability manages to slip through. “I will always take care of you. You…are my number one priority. Whether I’m here or there. And I need you to know that.”
His thumb brushes down your bottom lip, and he plays with it as he gazes at you. In a way so loving, and so devoted…you feel yourself clench.
“I expect your obedience because it’s the only way I can know I’m keeping you safe,” he whispers. “That I’m keeping you cared for. That you’re okay even if I’m not here. So when you go against my direct instructions…it scares me. And do you want to scare me, mama?”
Your head shakes quickly as a whimper gets caught in your throat.
“No. I didn’t think so,” he just about coos, smiling softly. “So you understand why I have to punish you now?”
Your lashes flutter like butterfly wings and you nod, practically reeling as your thighs squeeze a bit tighter together.
“Good,” he hums proudly, hand dropping from your face. You just about pout. “And you’ll take it, won’t you? Take it like the good girl I know you are. Until you learn…not to do it again.”
You nod again, fingers curling into your palm as you resist the urge to reach for him. You understand why he’s doing this. And you appreciate it more than that. This is one of your favorite scenes with him and you’re practically shaking with anticipation.
But…you also wish you could hug him. At least greet him properly and welcome him back before jumping into everything else. Kiss him tenderly and tell him how much you missed him. How happy you are that he’s safe.
That he’s come home.
You imagine this is why he’s refusing to let you do just that. He has to know how much you want it and is instead using this cold, distant demeanor to aid in your punishment.
It’s rather smart.
Pleased with your response, he smirks. “I know you will. Gonna be so good for both of us, aren’t you?”
Both.
Your eyes widen while the flip in your stomach turns into a full-blown circus as you look up at him.
However, he merely glances over his shoulder toward the hallway. “Grab her.”
You don’t have the chance to fully process his instruction before Asher is slipping out of the shadows and making his way into the room.
You thought he’d left after Harry got home but you suppose it makes sense why he didn’t.
And you aren’t about to complain.
You watch him stride toward the bed, and he shoots you that gentle and playful grin of his as he begins to crawl behind you on the mattress.
Your breathing becomes rather sporadic as he loops his hands under your arms and guides you onto his lap. Then, he turns you around until your face is buried in the duvet and your ass is in the air.
And he keeps you there, strewn across his legs, and vulnerable to Harry’s hungry eyes as the room falls silent.
You hear the sound of a belt. The familiar but chilling clanging of metal and brushing of fabric as it’s pulled from Harry’s body.
And you know what happens next.
“You ready, sweetheart?” you hear Asher whisper, soft lips grazing the shell of your ear as he dips down.
You shiver, whining slightly as you nod.
You don’t see him, but you hear Harry slowly walk around the edge of the bed. He’s trying to tease you. Make you squirm. And it works because you’ve never felt so needy and pathetic in your life.
Rough fingers find your skin. Dancing up the backs of your legs and toward the cheap, skimpy thong around your hips.
You’d hoped him seeing you in such suggestive clothing would lighten his mood.
Apparently…you were wrong.
But it seems to still be working in your favor as Harry’s large palm smooths over your ass in an almost tender fashion. It’s warm, and slow, and tantalizing. The simplest of touches and yet…with him? It’s everything.
You relax at the feel, mewling thankfully at the relief you find in his touch.
This makes him chuckle under his breath. “Miss me that much, mama?”
You nod quickly, eyes squeezing shut as he moves for the material disappearing between your cheeks. 
“Wrapped yourself up all nice and pretty for me, hm?” he continues before he finds the ribbon of your corset and begins tugging it playfully. “Are you my welcome home present, sugar?”
You whimper.
“You are,” he decides in a gentle purr. “And you do look so pretty. Doesn’t she?”
“Very,” Asher says, and you feel him slide his hand across your back so he can hook it onto your hip and keep you cemented to his thighs.
You’re almost thankful you can’t see them. Their voices alone are about to ruin you and you know their faces absolutely would.
“Tell me, sweet girl…” Harry calls before his finger wraps around the thong and he guides it away from your body, “…did you think this would work? Think I’d forget about your punishment just because you got all dolled up?”
Yes. “Mm-mm,” you mumble quietly, head shaking as you try to obey his rule about staying silent.
“No?” His grip on the fabric gets tighter as he continues to pull. “Then you wore this for yourself? Or for Asher?”
You resist the temptation grind against Asher’s leg as you exhale shakily.
“Speak,” Harry commands, and you glance to the side.
“Wore it for you,” you admit sheepishly to the two men awaiting your reply. “Wasn’t trying to be sneaky…just missed you and wanted to do something to show you that.”
He considers this for a very brief moment. “Are you being honest with me?”
Your lashes flutter and the silence in the room is deafening. “…no.”
You can practically hear them smirk to themselves as Harry hisses, “Didn’t fucking think so.”
With that, he snaps the panties off, forcing you to gasp as you squirm from the sudden force.
God, you wish you could see him. Wish more than anything that you could watch the muscles in his throat constrict from the anger you’re sure he’s trying hard to tame. 
He’s always beautiful, but perhaps he's the most beautiful when he’s outraged. And every feature on his face is twisted into a malicious sneer as he inflicts his displeasure on anyone unlucky enough to witness it.
Maybe this is why you enjoy your punishments so much. Because his pain is always worth it.
The leather of his belt slides down your cheeks before traveling along your leg. He’s warning you. Giving you a moment to prepare. Something that almost seems thoughtful, but you know is only intended to worsen your apprehension.
And it works beautifully.
“What are you gonna do?” he asks as he continues gliding the material across your backside. 
“I’m…I’m gonna count,” you recite in a small voice. “And…apologize.”
“That’s right,” he agrees. “And who…are you going to apologize to?”
Your mouth opens, ready to reply before you think his question all the way through.
“Both of you,” you finally answer, and he hums.
“Good.” He pulls the belt away from you. “I think eleven strikes should suffice. Three…for each day you disobeyed me. Three…for each day you disobeyed him. Four…for the fact that you thought you could get away with it by wearing this…”
He falls silent, and your thighs clench.
“And an extra…” he murmurs, “…because Asher deserves to see how pretty you look when you cry.”
Your eyes just about roll back and before you have the chance to feel thrilled…the belt cracks through the air and lands on your ass.
The sharp contact makes you jolt as you choke on a whine and lurch forward.
And the subtle sting is quick to trickle beneath your skin as he leans back, and you can't help sighing contently.
God, you've missed this.
“One,” you whisper, eyes locking onto the wall across from you. “I’m sorry.”
Another strike.
“Two.” Your fingers curl around the duvet as you steel yourself. “I’m sorry.”
Another strike.
With each additional whip of his belt against your skin, you’re forced into the light of pain and pleasure.
He gives you about fifteen seconds between each one. He wants you to feel it. Wants you to pray for it to be over.
And you do want it to be over. Only because that means he’ll finally be through with your punishment, and he’ll actually touch you. Hold you, kiss you, be with you in the way he hasn’t since he left.
You continue counting down, and as you do, the pain begins to linger. Not just from the spanking, but from the way your clit viciously grazes Asher’s leg whenever you jerk forward. And you try not to squirm, you really do, but the emptiness you feel between your thighs overwhelms you. 
You’re sure Harry can tell. You’re sure Asher can tell. And he attempts to help you by squeezing your hip as you whimper from the forceful contact and apologize for the fifth time.
And then…everything changes.
Harry’s aim lowers and the firm leather meets the place where your thigh and butt connect. It lands there, right across the dip with a loud smack, and your ears start to ring.
You gasp louder than you have before. It’s hard, and it hurts, and the tears instantly pool in your eyes.
Your voice shakes as you say, “Six…I’m…I’m sorry.”
Harry pauses, and you assume he’s assessing your reaction before he does it again. Right in the same spot.
You yelp as your lip quivers, and the water begins to run freely down your cheeks.
God, it hurts. He always makes sure to make it hurt, and you have to appreciate him for it. After all, he promised punishment.
This is it.
“Seven,” you just about sob, your knuckles going white from how hard you’ve begun to grip the blanket. “I’m…I’m…”
You can’t get the word out. Can’t seem to force the syllables from your tongue as Harry tsks disapprovingly.
“Come on, sugar,” he tuts. “You were doing so good. Don’t make Daddy angry now.”
Your head shakes quickly as your eyes squeeze shut. “I’m…I’m sorry.”
He makes another noise, this time of appreciation before you hear the belt cut through the air.
Again lands the strike to the same abused spot, and you cry out as you seize up, writhing over Asher’s lap.
You feel Asher’s hand leave your hip before it’s suddenly ghosting across your face. His fingers quickly slip under your chin, and you sniffle as he guides your head toward him.
You can see the hesitation in his expression as he studies you, his thumb brushing across your soaked cheek as he looks back to Harry.
“Boss…” he calls quietly, almost as if in warning.  
But Harry simply clicks his tongue. “No, she’s fine. She can take it. She’ll take it. Know she will. Gonna be our good girl.”
You attempt to nod, despite Asher’s hold, and when you hear Harry get ready to go again, your features twist into an apprehensive wince.
Asher frowns.
The belt slaps across your skin as you whimper and brace yourself against Asher’s body, almost as if trying to escape.
In turn, he tightens his hold as you cry a bit harder and nuzzle your face into his arm in an attempt to catch your breath.
“Count, mama,” Harry reminds you, and you swallow a pitiful whine as you begin blubbering the number.
“Har,” Asher tries again, interrupting your apology.
“She’s all right. And she’s gonna count. Just like I asked,” Harry replies, and you hear him run the leather through his hand.
Your bottom burns from the harsh whips, and despite how hard you’re trying to obey, your body seems to have other plans.
You’re overstimulated. Emotionally, physically, mentally. The pain from the spanking, the pain from the grinding against your cunt, the pain from knowing Harry’s keeping himself from you.
And you know he loves this. Know he loves to watch you weep for him. Because of him. After all, these are the only tears of yours he permits.
If you cry for any other reason outside of his attempts to pleasure you…all hell breaks loose.
So you allow yourself to cry. You allow yourself to get even further worked up as the tears pour, exactly the way he loves. 
You sniffle once more as you stutter out the apology and curl yourself as close to Asher as you can, completely settling into the submissive roll.
To this, Harry hums before you hear him ready the next crack of his belt.
Your muscles instantly recoil when you hear the way it slices through the air, face scrunching up as you prepare for the contact.
Then, suddenly…something changes in Asher’s touch.
“Harry,” he snaps loudly, in a tone you’re sure you’ve never heard him use before.
The strike never comes.
The room falls silent.
Your soft sobs begin to subside.
You hear something hit the floor, and you wonder for only a moment what it was before a pair of hands are gripping onto your waist and gently turning you around.
You’re pulled from Asher’s lap as Harry scoops you into his arms, one palm coming up to cup your cheek to guide your attention to him.
“Okay, all right,” he murmurs softly. Soothingly. “It’s okay. Do you need to use your safe word?”
You take a minute to find your voice, frowning some as your bottom continues to radiate heat and soreness from the way you’ve been sat on it. 
But Harry doesn’t rush you. He keeps you secure against his body, eyes soft and words comforting.
After a moment, you swipe your fingers through the stains on your face and shake your head. “No. No, I don't need to use it.”
“Are you sure?” Harry’s voice is stern but full of compassion. “Mama, you know I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know,” you whisper, offering a small smile. “You didn’t. I mean…not in a bad way.”
His eyebrows pull together, almost in disbelief. “Are you being honest with me?”
“Yes,” you say truthfully. “I promise. I don’t need to use it. I’m okay. You know I always take it for you.”
It’s his turn to smile, and he does so with a quiet chuckle. “I know, sweet girl. But what did I say? You always come first. And I won’t tolerate you allowing me to hurt you past what we’ve agreed on. I would never forgive myself.”
“I know,” you echo, leaning closer to brush your nose against his. He sighs gratefully as his lashes flutter. “I promise. I don’t need to use it. I’m okay. You’d never hurt me. I promise.”
For a moment, he simply internalizes this vow. Allows you to snuggle into his chest as he wraps himself around you and helps you calm down.
The two of you have only ever struggled with something like this once before.
You had slipped into your subspace after a particularly overstimulating session. Harry was intent on working out some of his frustration with you and you had been more than happy to oblige.
But soon, he lost himself in the punishment. In the way your body bent to his will. And you were too far gone to stop him. Unable to use your safe word despite the fact that you might have needed to. You just wanted to make him happy. So you allowed him to continue and didn't give it a second thought.
Once the activities had ended and you pulled yourself from the submissive state, you told him. Told him what you had almost told him before you floated away.
And it fucking ruined him.
He was guilt-stricken. He’d sunk to his knees and begged for your forgiveness. The first time he'd ever gotten onto his knees for you outside of sex. He kissed your hands, and hips, and stomach as he whispered his remorse into your skin. As he pleaded with you to allow him to make it better.
And you held no ill-thoughts or feelings. It certainly wasn't his fault. He had absolutely no way of knowing and you know he'd never do it on purpose.
But things changed after that. Agreements and understandings were made. Harry knows your limits and rules just as you know his. He keeps a close eye on you. Always. Looking for any signs that you're depleting yourself for his pleasure.
Thankfully, today this is not the case.
Today…this is everything you want.
When you’ve finally managed to relax your muscles, you lean back, and Harry smirks before running his thumb under your eye. 
“My precious girl,” he whispers, and your skin warms. “Told you you’re beautiful when you cry.”
You glance down at your lap as you grin before your attention drifts to the left, where Asher still waits.
His expression is hard and filled with concern. It’s a look you’ve seen before, but only ever in the context of their work.
Today, this is a direct result of what happened only moments ago, and your heart aches when you see how worried he looks.
“You’re okay?” he repeats, and the sound of his voice is rather coarse as he looks between you.
“I’m okay,” you repeat as Harry’s hand drops back down to your hip. “Promise. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
His lips purse. He seems to be struggling to vocalize his unease and you shift in Harry’s lap so you can fully face the man beside you.
“I’ve never seen you get that angry with her before,” he tells his boss, and Harry nods. “Never seen her cry like that before. Felt…felt wrong to see her in that kind of pain and not do something.”
You feel a rush of adoration for your protector as Harry hums his understanding and squeezes your waist.
“I know,” Harry agrees. “I should have warned you earlier. But I’m glad your first instinct is to protect her. Even from me.”
Asher’s eyes fall to his hands.
You frown. “It’s okay,” you murmur again, crawling a bit closer. “This is just…what we do. It’s what we agreed on. We have a safe word and a system in place so I can always communicate with him.”
And while you’d hoped this would help, it seems as though it does absolutely nothing to comfort him as you settle onto your knees in front of his legs.
He keeps his focus down, almost as if punishing himself, so you slip your fingers beneath his jaw to guide his face to yours. Exactly like he had done to you earlier.
When you finally see him, you feel gutted by the weary pull of his expression.  
“Ash,” you murmur, and he chews on the inside of his lip. “I’m okay. I like it when he makes me cry. Like it when he hurts me.”
You imagine he’ll be a little put off by such an admission, and for a moment, he simply blinks at you.
And then…his gaze darkens, and his teeth scrape together. Almost as if restraining himself from thinking about it.
You smirk to yourself. His reaction is quite telling, and you swallow a chuckle as you turn to glance over your shoulder at Harry.
He seems to be thinking the same thing you are, and he grins smugly before nodding his chin at you.
With this permission, you scoot a bit closer to Asher and tighten your hold on his cheeks. 
“I’m okay,” you whisper again, and he releases a deep breath. “More than okay.”
He relaxes in your hold, and you use this as encouragement to move in. Your lips ghost down his neck. Hovering over a prominent vein before they finally make contact, and you feel him stiffen.
You press your mouth to his skin, and you can feel the pounding of his pulse as you linger there. As you let him realize what you’re doing.
Your kisses travel down. Soft and slow and rather innocent. 
“I’m okay,” you repeat quietly between each one. “So okay.”
You’re simultaneously calming him down and working him up. You can feel the way he begins to unwind, subtly leaning into you as you let one hand travel to his chest.
It’s strong. Broad. Firm. Even through his dark t-shirt, you can feel the quick breaths he’s taking. The way he’s beginning to succumb to your intentions.
You smile.
He doesn’t touch you. Doesn’t rush you. He lets you explore whatever you’d like as you scratch down his pecs and lick just below his jaw.
It makes him shiver and you feel rather proud of the way you can ease his upset through such a simple touch.
Then, Harry clears his throat, and calls you back, forcing you to break away from the right-hand man.
Asher’s expression is hazy when you finally see it. Lashes fluttering as he swallows a sigh, and you offer a soft grin before turning back to your boyfriend. 
“You like taking care of him, don’t you, mama?” Harry murmurs, hand coming out to smooth up your thigh.
You nod bashfully.
“Mm. I know,” he coos, hooking his fingers under your knees to help guide you back onto your ass. “But we’re not done with your punishment, are we?”
Your head shakes.
“No,” he agrees, glancing behind you toward Asher. “And I don’t think we’ve quite forgiven you yet.”
Asher clears his throat and slips his fingers around your upper arms to tug you down until your back meets the mattress.
Your head is laid between his thighs as Harry crawls down your legs, slowly pulling them apart so he can settle there.
And you know exactly what happens next. Know exactly what Harry expects of you, and there’s a catch in your throat as you glance up toward Asher.
In turn, he looks down at you with his familiar, teasing smile before brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “Say your prayers, sweetheart.”
The muscles in your stomach quiver beneath your corset at the salacious tone of voice just as Harry is lifting your hips and bringing you to his mouth.
You stumble over a moan and your eyes roll back as your nails scratch down the blanket beneath you. He’s wasting no time, instantly nipping and licking at your cunt as if he’s been deprived of it for weeks.
And for the two of you, three days feels about the same.
It’s all a blur from here. You can’t focus on anything else but him. 
Them.
The way your boyfriend groans into your pussy as he licks you clean while his right-hand man keeps you glued to the bed.
And every time you squirm, Harry leans back to smack his hand against your clit, forcing you to cry out as you writhe away.
But Asher is there to make sure you don’t get very far, instantly bringing his hand to your jaw as he tuts, “Uh-uh.”
You’re already so worked up that it only takes a couple more minutes of sucking and teasing for you to reach your first orgasm. 
And it’s everything. Overpowering and complete, despite the fact that what you really want…Harry hasn’t given you yet.
You hope he does. Hope he fucks you into oblivion but something tells you…that’s not in the cards tonight.
Once you manage to blink the stars from your eyes, Harry glances up at you, and you flush when you see the mess on his chin.
“Say it,” he hisses, curling his hands around your hips in warning.
You swallow and work to find your voice. “One…I’m sorry.”
“Good,” he growls before bringing two fingers closer. “Again.”
He slips in without warning, pumping himself through just to shove you back up the precipice of pleasure. 
And it works. It so fucking works. You arch off the bed and struggle in his hold as you whisper his name. 
He curls when he knows you can’t take it anymore. Strokes and thrusts and sucks on your clit until your muscles begin to ache. Until the tears have returned and the pain has slipped in beside the euphoric bliss.
The coil shatters moments later and Harry slaps his hand down your cunt when you come without warning him first.
“Two,” you blubber, throwing your arms over your face to hide. “I’m sorry.”
“Again,” he orders, even though he gives you no choice in the matter before diving back in.
And it hurts.
It hurts exactly the way you both love. You’re raw and sore and so overly sensitive but you revel in it as you cry once more. As you gasp for air and drag your nails down Asher’s thighs to ground yourself.
You hear him chuckle before he takes hold of your wrists and tugs them above your head.
Now, you really have no choice but to take it.
Harry adds a third finger, and the stretch makes you buck up. He responds to this disobedience by pinching your clit until you just about scream from the agonizing sensation. 
But it pushes you into your third and you barely stammer out the number and apology before he’s slipping in a fourth finger and flattening his tongue against you.
And the sounds he makes. The sounds you make for him. The sounds of everything.
But then he spits, and you decide then that you’re never going to disobey him again.
You try to keep your eyes open but it’s so hard. So hard to do anything else but think of the feeling in your belly. Between your thighs. In your head.
It’s only when Asher reaches out to brush his thumb down your lip that you peer up.
“There she is,” he murmurs, and you whimper at the salty taste of his finger. “So sweet when you apologize.”
You’d likely respond if you could but you’re coming for the fourth time before you quite get the chance.
Now, it’s harder to catch your breath. Chest heaving and body trembling as Harry’s incessant teasing begins to slow.
“Four,” you finally sough through gentle sobs and hiccups. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
Harry eases himself out, quickly lifting to his knees so he can crawl up the length of your body and bring his face to yours.
He dips down and kisses you. Slow and gentle. A stark contrast to his previous forcefulness and you instantly melt beneath his mouth. 
God, the way he tastes. His tongue is coated with your arousal and he shares this delicacy without a second thought. He pushes each drop into your mouth before his fingers find your throat, and curl around the delicate base.
His pointed squeeze tells you to swallow, so you do. And you’d swallow everything he ever gave you if that’s what he wanted.
But soon, he stops. He knows you’ve slipped away from him and after he takes his lips from you, he snakes an arm under your back and pulls you up.
His movements are tender. He doesn’t want to startle you or hurt you. He just wants to hold you as you swim through the haze of your submissive headspace.
But keeping his kisses from you feels like the cruelest thing he’s done all day. He must still be upset. You must not have done a good enough job. He must have wanted you to keep going but you didn’t and now he’s sad and hurt.
“M’sorry,” you mumble again, nuzzling your face into his neck the moment you’re sat upright. You can’t look at him. Don’t want to see the disappointment. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry—”
“Shh,” he interrupts in a quiet but authoritative hush. “No more of that. You’re okay. Did so fucking good, mama. I’m so proud of you.”
You whimper as you curl into his chest, already half-asleep from the overexertion.
But he keeps speaking to you, lips pressing into your hair as he hums his approval. “Took your punishment so well for us,” he says. “Knew you could.”
His fingers rub against your hip before he moves to the corset. He pops the buttons free and undoes the ribbon until he can pull it from your body.
Now you can breathe a bit better, and the cool air feels good against the sticky sweat coating your stomach. 
This is the first time you’ve been truly naked in front of both men, but you don’t have the mental awareness to care right now.
Instead, you cling yourself to Harry’s body as he chuckles and runs his palm up and down your bare spine.
When the throbbing in your cunt has begun to subside, you hesitantly peek out from where you’ve hidden yourself in Harry’s collarbone to look between them.
Your eyes are wide and hopeful, lips already trembling as you ask, “…forgive me?”
Asher and Harry exchange a certain look you can’t read before Harry mumbles, “I forgive you, sweet girl.”
You smile brightly with this before looking to the second man.
He’s fighting a chuckle. “I forgive you, too, sweetheart.”
And you’re so thrilled. So happy to have made them happy that you hum contently and squeeze Harry’s hand in yours.
But this tender moment doesn’t last as long as you’d like before Harry is shifting you from his lap and back into Asher’s.
And after passing you off to his right-hand man, he disappears from the bed altogether, leaving you to watch him go with a curious look.
To help ease your confusion, Asher wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you into his chest.
“He’s gonna come back,” he tells you, tucking his chin just over your shoulder. “Gonna hold you till he is, okay?”
You nod quickly and nestle into his embrace.
And Harry does in fact return about a minute later, a washcloth in his hand.
There isn’t really much to clean up, but the warm compress always helps soothe those lingering twinges of pain.
So, he moves onto his stomach as Asher reaches down to pry your thighs apart and make room. 
With an abundance of caution and adoration, Harry brings the towel to your swollen pussy, softly stroking the sensitive region. 
He goes over your thighs, your stomach, your clit. He doesn’t rub or pull, and anytime you grimace, he stops.
But the warm water helps relax you even further until you eventually sigh as you unwind between Asher’s arms.
And Asher smiles against your temple. 
When Harry’s through, he makes a trade. He hands the cloth to Asher while Asher hands you to him.
And once you’re back in Harry’s possession, Asher returns to the bathroom to discard of the towel and grab some lotion.
He then brings it to Harry as Harry gingerly guides you onto your stomach so he can begin. 
The next few minutes are quiet but filled with love.
The soothing lotion is massaged over your backside as the sting from the spanking slowly dissipates. 
You’re happy he’s not dragging you into the shower like he normally does. Not that you don’t enjoy the soft, lazy kisses under the water as he runs a loofa down your body.
But right now…all you really want is to get under the covers and fall asleep on his chest.
You want to welcome him home.
And a part of you is upset by the way you haven’t been able to show him how much you really missed him. Get a taste for yourself. Take him down your throat as he groans and gives you everything.
But you suppose this is part of your punishment. There will be other times for that.
Today…you had some repenting to do.
Once Harry is through, he flips you back around and kisses you. He tells you everything words never could. He paints his infatuation with you across your tongue and you couldn’t be happier.
After laying down beside you and pulling you into his chest, his fingers stroke delicately through your hair. Effectively lulling you into a blissful reverie.
“Want to talk to you about something, mama,” he mumbles quietly as you roll your head back to look at him. “Would that be okay?”
You nod.
“Both of you…actually,” he corrects before glancing toward Asher, who’s leaned against the wall watching. “Figured now might be a good time.”
Asher’s brow raises.
“You know…” Harry begins, returning his attention to you, “…that all we want to do is protect you and keep you safe…yeah?”
You nod again.
“And you know…we’d do anything for you,” he continues, pressing his palm to your cheek as he cups it lovingly. “Do anything to make you happy. Make you feel good. Yeah?”
Your answer is to turn your face and press your lips into his hand as he smiles.
“Good,” he whispers, stealing another curious glance at Asher. “Then I want to know…if you’ll let us do that. If you’ll let us make you feel good. In a way we maybe haven’t before.”
It takes a moment for you to realize what he means, but once the insinuation finds you, your breath hitches.
“Don’t have to answer right away,” he tells you calmly. “I know I’m asking a lot, sugar. And you know I don’t like to share you.”
A quiet moment passes as he leans down to place a kiss to your forehead. 
“But I’ll share you with him,” he whispers. “Because I know he’d take care of you, too. And you’d take care of him, wouldn’t you?”
You nod quickly, heart hammering inside your chest.
“I know,” he smiles. “But you can say no, honey. You can always say no. I just think…you deserve to have all your little holes filled. Deserve to feel so fucking good. In every way you can. And I think that…is worth sharing you for.”
Your nails begin to scratch down his shirt as the image appears like a mural inside of your mind. Already, you can feel yourself clench from the very idea of being filled by them. From the idea of both their hands, and lips, and voices. The idea of getting to touch them, and be with them, and take them.
“And I know how much he wants to,” Harry adds, tossing a rather sadistic smirk across the room at his friend. “He’s told me before that he’d do anything you asked him to. Do fucking anything to feel you.”
Your eyes widen.
“S’that still true?” Harry asks his partner, and you can hear the taunt within the question.
Asher clears his throat quietly and straightens up, seemingly a little hesitant. “…yes.”
Harry chuckles before returning his attention to you. “So, I want you to think about it, okay? No right or wrong answer, sweet girl. Whatever you’re comfortable with, we’ll—”
“Okay.”
He pauses. “Okay?”
You tug your lip between your teeth and nod fervently. “Okay. Yes, I…I want to. I’ll…whatever you want. Do it. I’ll do it.”
He breaks out into a large grin. “Oh, that’s our fucking girl,” he just about growls before surging forward to kiss you.
And you bask under his praise. Under the possessive title you wear proudly.
You love to be his.
And you will always be theirs.
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