Hiii idk if im confusing you with another creator but do you know/have this fic in which jungkook is a submissive hybrid and he’s in heat and he comes to your apartment you guys are besties and you take care of him which ends up on you guys ending up together also you talk to jimin on the phone im pretty sure I know it’s not the best description but yeah (excuse my lack of punctuation and comas I’m writing this on a rush)
hi guys! i'm back, i guess!? i've been dealing with a bit of writer's block, so part 2 of put it on the camera roll is going to be sitting in my drafts for a little while :(
the good news is that i'm finishing up a request! (yoongi x pregnant reader at their babymoon!) hopefully it'll be done by next week (fingers crossed).
since requests seem to have helped me get out of my writing block a bit, please send any my way! preferably short, smutty plots!!
Please make more Taehyung x Pregnant Reader lactation kink😭
i don't think we can keep with the tales of the twin suns couple because she was very close to her due date but i'll take request ideas for another story!
would anyone be interested on being... a beta reader of some sorts?
i have gazililons of ideas, wips...but as an adhd girlie and it's so hard for me to focus just on one project so i thought if could talk about my wips/ideas to someone and getting some feedback would be good to help me focus, maybe? dont know if this makes any sense sorry
☆ summary: jeon jungkook learns the hard way how not to behave in public
☆ tags: established relationship, smut, fluff? at the end
☆ warnings: subby!jungkook, dom!reader,he calls her mistress tit sucking, desperate and whiny jungkook, public sex if you squint?, masochist Jungkook? kinda?car tit sucking because it’s me what did you expect, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), jungkook sucks a fake dick, mentions of -male- anal, mentions of a harness, yoongi gets mentioned, edging, cock slapping what, breath play, dirty talk, praise, mild degradation, creampie, aftercare for once!!! might be missing something this is pure filth
☆ wc: 6k
☆ yoru’s notes: this fic has been sitting in my drafts for a long time but decided it had to see the light. inspired by @borathae ‘s incredible work
Silverware clinks softly as waiters glide between tables, pouring expensive wine into delicate glasses and checking if everything is okay. You sit with perfect posture, here to network and keep up appearances.
While you remain the picture of composure, sipping your wine slowly with every line of your dress sculpted to perfection, Jungkook is a mess beside you, fidgeting in his seat like he’s trying –and failing terribly– to keep up appearances.
He’s dressed like the perfect gentleman. Sharp suit, neat hair, polite smile. But beneath the table, you can feel his knee bouncing against the linen. It's a nervous tic he gets when he's trying too hard to be good.
“Mistress,” he breathes suddenly, his lips grazing your ear. His voice is pitched low enough that no one else can hear. The word itself makes you, because hearing that title in a room full of your colleagues nearly makes you freeze. It’s a name reserved for when things get intimate between you, and he never uses it in public. Hearing it now shows just how much he’s losing his grip.
“What?” you ask, keeping your voice cool, barely sparing him a glance.
“Your tits, Mistress.” He pauses, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, his eyes dropping to the curve of your chest. “I-I wanna put my mouth on them so bad–”
You raise your glass, taking a slow sip to hide the smirk tugging at your mouth. You wore this dress specifically for this reaction. The neckline dips just low enough to be professional to everyone else, but a torment to him. “Careful,” you murmur back, setting your glass down. “You sound pathetic.”
He shudders at the word, “I can’t help it. Please, Mistress, just let me–”
Your hand slides under the table, your palm cupping the thick bulge in his pants. Jungkook jerks in his seat, biting his lip to keep a sound from slipping out.
“You’ll sit here. Quiet,” you say, rubbing slow circles over the hard length trapped under fabric. “And no one at this table will know what a needy little thing you’re being. Do we have an understanding?”
Jungkook can’t even find his voice to answer, so he simply offers a quick nod. His fingers twitch against the tablecloth, and a muffled whine escapes him despite his efforts to stay quiet. You press your palm a little firmer, feeling the way he strains against your touch, and it makes the corner of your mouth twitch with amusement.
The waiter sets down another bottle of wine and you thank him calmly, your hand never leaving Jungkook’s lap.
“Mistress…” His voice cracks, hips twitching, betraying how desperate he is. He grips the edge of his chair. “Please don’t tease me. It hurts.”
You squeeze him once. “Not another word. Or you’ll regret it.”
Jungkook swallows and falls silent. Obedient. Somehow, there’s a strange comfort in following your orders. His cock throbs under your palm as you chat casually with your companions about work.
By the time dessert arrives, his face is pink, lips bitten raw, sweat prickling at his temples. You finally pull your hand away, dabbing your lips with your napkin. He doesn’t speak as you rise from the table, but his hand finds yours as you excuse yourself, citing an early morning meeting. You let him hold your hand, fingers gripping yours tightly as you lead him out, your red heels clicking against the marble floor.
Your driver is already waiting at the curb, the back door held open. “Ma’am,” he greets smoothly. You nod, sliding in first with Jungkook following close behind, keeping his eyes low as the door closes.
You sink back calmly, smoothing the hem of your dress, while beside you, Jungkook sits stiff, thighs tight, breathing heavily.
As soon as the partition slides shut between you and the driver, his composure crumbles. He opens his mouth to speak, but you raise a finger to stop him. “What did I say? Not a word.”
He bites his lip, trying to stay silent, but it’s no use. “Mistress,” he blurts. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.” He knows he will have to face the consequences for speaking, but he is so desperate that he just can’t stop himself.
You tilt your head, pretending mild curiosity. “Can’t take what, bunny?”
He turns toward you. “Your tits. I need them. Please, I’ll do anything, just let me suck for a little.”
Your lips curve in the faintest smile. “You think begging will save you from punishment?”
He shakes his head quickly, his gaze dropping to the swell of your breasts visible above your neckline. “No, Mistress. But,” he swallows hard, “I just need it.”
Your fingers trail down the front of your dress, pausing at the neckline. You watch the way his hungry gaze follows. He looks at you like a starving man looks at a feast.
“You’ve been nothing but needy all evening,” you murmur, tugging the straps down slowly, “and I should deny you just to make you suffer. Is this what you want?” you ask, pinching one nipple. “You were so focused on my tits all through dinner, weren't you?.”
“I haven't been able to think about anything else,” he gasps, his voice strained. “Please, Mistress. Please.”
You arch a brow. “Are you sure, bunny? Because you’ll remember this when I’m punishing you later.”
The threat of punishment doesn't discourage him. Knowing he'll have to pay for it later only makes the moment sweeter. He tries to bite back smile, but he can’t quite mask his excitement at the promise of your discipline later. “I’ll take any punishment you think I deserve.”
“Well then,” you murmur, leaning back against the seat and letting your hands slide to your sides in silent invitation. His mouth finds your nipple, latching on with a soft groan as his tongue swirls and pulls you in. He tries to reach for you, but you catch his wrist.
“No hands,” you order. “Only your mouth.”
He nods against your skin, keeping his hands balled into fists at his sides.
“That’s it,” you whisper, stroking his hair, pressing him closer. “Get it out of your system, bunny. You’ll need it to survive what’s waiting at home.”
Jungkook whimpers, switching from one breast to the other, leaving spit across them like he can’t decide which he loves more. Your back hits the seat as you let him indulge in his craving.
By the time the car slows in front of your building, your breasts glisten with his spit. “That’s enough,” you say sharply, fingers tightening in his hair to pull him back. “Look at what you’ve done. Filthy.”
He lifts his head, and your heart nearly softens at the sight of his wide, brown doe eyes. “I’m sorry–”
“You know what to do,” you cut in, tugging the straps of your dress back up, covering yourself again. “Strip and wait for me in the bedroom.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.
The driver opens the door. You step out first, Jungkook stumbling after you, still tasting your skin on his tongue.
You pause at the front desk, sending Jungkook ahead of you. You stay behind, smiling as you chat with the concierge about a package that arrived earlier, intentionally drawing out the conversation to ensure he has enough time to get ready. Once you decide he’s waited long enough, you excuse yourself and step into the elevator. The doors slide open directly into your home, as the elevator leads straight into the private foyer of your penthouse.
The first thing you see when you step into the apartment is his trail of clothes. His jacket lies crumpled by the door, his tie draped across the hall table, his shirt hanging off a chair. His shoes are kicked off carelessly, socks left like markers leading the way.
You follow the clothing path towards your bedroom. The massive bed dominates the center, with a velvet chair at the foot, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the sparkling city lights.
Jungkook kneels on the rug by the bed, naked, his hands resting on his thighs like the obedient boy he wants to be. His broad shoulders rise and fall with shallow breaths, his cock stands rigid against his stomach.
“You listened,” you say softly, shutting the door behind you.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers. “I’m good.”
Your smile sharpens as you step closer, heels clicking softly on the hardwood. “You weren’t good at dinner. You weren’t good in the car.”
Jungkook looks down, ashamed, his hands clenching against his thighs. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he mumbles. “I tried, I swear. But you looked so beautiful at the restaurant... and I’m so hard, it’s actually painful–” He reaches out, fingers trembling as they try to brush against your legs.
“Ah ah.” Your tone slices through his apology. “You don’t get to touch. At least not yet.”
His head snaps up, but he doesn’t move.
You take your time shedding your dress, unzipping it slowly until it pools at your feet. Every inch of skin you reveal makes his cock twitch violently. You lock eyes with him as you slide your panties off, tossing them carelessly so they land right next to him on the rug.
By the time you’re naked, his bottom lip is red from biting it. You choose to leave your heels on. The extra height makes you look powerful, and you know he loves being looked down on like that.
You lower yourself onto the velvet chair across from him, legs spreading wide, one heel hooked against the edge of the seat.
Instead of reaching for him, you open the drawer of the nightstand, fingers closing around your black dildo. Thick, long. Just the way you like it. The silicone is cool in your palm, and you can already imagine it inside you, stretching you open while Jungkook watches.
“Mistress–” he breathes, voice cracking.
“Quiet.” You crook a finger. “Come here.” He crawls forward instantly, kneeling between your spread legs. “Open.”
Holding the base firmly, you press the head against his lips until they part. Nodding, he takes the toy in his mouth, lips closing around the tip, sucking it, his tongue swirling to coat it in spit. You watch him, they way his cheeks hollow, how his eyes flick up to you nervously.
He is used to the shape of it, having spent countless nights with his legs thrown over your shoulders, whining while you thrust this exact toy deep inside him with your harness. You love how he looks with a cock inside him, the way he pleads for more and whines your name when you hit the right spot. Seeing him so submissive always makes you want to push him even further.
“You look so good like this, bunny,” you muse, tilting your head. “Sucking on a cock.” You watch him work, mesmerized by how beautifully he submits to the toy, and a sudden, provocative thought crosses your mind.
“Would you want it?”Jungkook pauses, the toy still held between his lips as he looks up at you with a confused expression. He stays still, his brows furrowing slightly as if he’s trying to understand what you mean. “A real one?”
You let the question hang in the air, watching him freeze as he processes the idea, his eyes wide as he looks up at you through his lashes.
“You can speak now.”
Jungkook whines around the silicone, but pulls back enough to gasp, “I want whatever you want, Mistress.”
“I didn’t ask what I want,” you correct, your voice is sharp, making him flinch. Your hand glides along the length of the toy, rolling it slowly between your fingers.“I asked what you want. Be honest, because I'll know if you are lying.”
He looks at you, “I want it,” he admits with a trembling voice, as if he’s been too nervous to say it out loud until now. “I want to suck a real cock.” He doesn't wait for an answer before taking the toy back into his mouth.
You can’t help but picture the real thing. Him on his knees, gagging on cock while you sit back and watch, or maybe bent over the bed getting fucked hard by someone else while you instruct him. He looks so natural like this: on his knees, submissive, and desperate to please. To please you.
“Good answer,” you purr, threading your fingers through his hair to grip the back of his scalp. “If you keep being this obedient, maybe I’ll find someone to use this pretty mouth properly. Keep sucking."
His cock gives a twitch against his stomach at your words. The thought hits him so hard he nearly chokes on the toy.
Noticing his reaction, you smirk. “Did that excite you? Were you picturing it?” He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hide his reaction, but you know him too well. The blush spreading across his cheeks betrays him. “Who were you thinking about?” you tease, leaning closer to whisper. “Was it Taehyung?” He keeps sucking. “Or maybe…” you smile, “Yoongi?”
At the mention of your best friend, Jungkook’s face burns a deep, pretty crimson. He doesn’t deny it. You smirk, bingo.
“Oh? Is it Yoongi?” you murmur, lips curling. “Is that who you were thinking about?”
Jungkook doesn't stop his work, his throat working as he swallows the toy deeper, giving you a nod. Back before you and Jungkook were a thing, you and Yoongi were just fuck buddies. It was a perfect arrangement. No feelings, just good sex.
“You know, Yoongi… he used to fuck me so good.” You trace a finger down his cheek, watching him shiver. “So rough, so demanding… he knew exactly how to make me melt. And his cock.” You suddenly palm the base of the toy, pushing it deeper into his throat until he gasps against the silicone. “Oh… you’d love it. So big, so thick. It would fill your mouth perfectly.”
You watch him struggle with the toy, and you can’t help but enjoy the way he reacts to each word that comes from your mouth. All you can think about is how incredible he would look with the real thing in his mouth.
“I know he’d fuck you just as well if I told him to. Better than you can imagine. A lot better than this plastic, right?” You give the toy a twist as you speak.
Jungkook pulls back. “No one... no one can fuck me like you do, Mistress,” he gasps, his voice full of honest devotion. “Only you.”
“Aww, how sweet,” you coo, reaching out to caress his cheek with a gentle touch that almost feels like a reward. Your smile softens for a second before your gaze sharpens again. “But don’t think for a second that your little confession is going to get you out of your punishment. You still have a debt to pay for dinner.”
“I understand,” he whispers, his eyes dropping back to the toy as he leans in to take it again.
“Enough.” You pull it back and point to the rug in front of you. “Back to your position.”
He nods, sliding his palms back until they are flat against his thighs as he kneels before you once more, positioning himself only a foot away from your seat.
“You’re going to sit there,” you say. “And you’re going to watch me fuck myself with this cock instead of yours. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, trembling.
You shift, throwing one leg over the armrest of the chair, baring yourself fully to him. The toy glistens from his spit as you circle the tip over your clit, teasing yourself.
“See what you lost out on?” you taunt. “All because you couldn’t keep that greedy mouth shut at dinner.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m so sorry–” The apology is breathless, his gaze pinned to you as he watches the head of the toy begin to disappear into your cunt.
“‘Sorry’ doesn’t put your cock in me, bunny.” And with that, you sink the toy inside. “Fuck–”
You start to thrust, driving the toy deeper and faster. Your breasts bounce with every movement of your hips, and you notice his eyes darting back and forth, unable to choose between the sight of you stretching and the way your chest moves. “This is what you want, isn’t it? These tits stuffed in your face while my pussy squeezes you dry?” You catch your nipple between two fingers, pulling at the sensitive peak with the hand that isn't busy with the toy.
“Yes. Yes, Mistress, please. I need it so bad, I need you–”
“Too bad,” you pant, circling your clit with your thumb while the toy fills you. “You’re gonna sit there like a good little boy and watch me cum without you.”
The wet sound of the toy gets louder as you go faster, and your own moans fill the room. You tug at your nipple, loving the way he watches your every move.
“Fuck, I’m close,” you gasp, finally letting your gaze meet his.. “Look at me, bunny. Watch me cum all over this cock instead of yours.”
He nods frantically, his entire body trembling with the effort of not touching himself. Seeing you pleasure yourself is torture, but knowing he caused this state is his ruin.
“Fuck! Yes, yes, fuck!”
You ride your orgasm, grinding down until your thighs shake, every filthy sound spilling into the air as Jungkook whimpers like he’s dying. When you slow, pulling the toy out, strings of wetness clinging to it, dripping onto your thighs. Your chest heaves as you look at him with a satisfied look. “See what happens when you’re a bad boy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers. Still kneeling where you left him, his hands haven’t moved from his thighs.
“Come here, bunny,” you murmur.
He crawls forward, stopping between your thighs, his eyes flicking up to your face for permission.
“You’ve been patient,” you say softly, one hand threading through his hair. “You want a taste?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathes. “I want to taste you.”
Lifting the toy, you place the slick head into his waiting mouth. He licks it clean obediently, cleaning up the mess you made. “Is that enough for you?” you ask.
“No, Mistress.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“Please, let me eat you out.”
“Very well, bunny.” You lean back into the seat, spreading yourself wider for him.
His eyes widen at the sight. Your slick folds glisten and he shifts closer and bends down, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. You shudder, a low sigh slipping from your mouth. His tongue swirls around the swollen bud, pressure light at first, then firmer as you guide him with small tugs of his hair.
“Good,” you breathe. “Suck.” He seals his lips around your clit and sucks gently, the wet sound making your back arch. “Harder,” you moan.
He groans into you, sucking harder now, tongue flicking quick against you. Your hips start to move on their own, grinding against his face. “That’s it,” you gasp. “Like that. Your mouth feels so good, bunny. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He stays latched to you, eyes closed, tongue and lips working together until your moans turn into sharp cries. Your nails dig into his hair as he moves faster, his tongue tracing quick, messy patterns over your clit, and you can feel the wetness dripping down his chin.
Your thighs clamp around his head. “I’m so close.” He makes a sound low in his throat but keeps going.
“Can I use my fingers, Mistress?” he whispers against your folds.
You tilt your head at him, stroking his damp hair. “Show me how much you want it. Beg a little for me, bunny, you know how much I love you begging.”
“Please,” he repeats, his voice close to breaking. “I’ll do it exactly how you like. I’ll make you cum. Please let me.”
Your lips curl in a smile. “Alright, bunny. Fingers too.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
He slides his hands up at last, fingers trembling as they part your folds, sliding two inside you. His mouth seals back around your clit, tongue flicking, and you gasp jerking your hips.
“Fuck–yes. Just like that. You’re doing so good.” He hooks his fingers inside you, finding that specific spot. “Don’t stop, yes, yes, bunny, right there!”
He continues without pause, focused entirely on your pleasure as if his only purpose in the world is to see you reach the end. He looks as though serving you like this is his entire reason for being.
Your voice pitches high, tearing into a scream as your climax hits. You clamp down around his fingers, pressing him closer. His mouth doesn’t stop, working over you, lips and tongue tracing every sensitive spot until you have to grab his hair and shove him back, gasping for air.
You’re panting now, staring down at him. Lips and chin glistening, his fingers slick, his cock leaking against his stomach. He looks drained but his eyes are shining like he’s proud of himself for being allowed to serve you.
Your fingers slide through his sweaty hair as you tilt his head back. “You didn’t touch yourself,” you murmur, thumb dragging slowly across his cheek. He responds with a small smile that makes your heart melt. He looks so genuinely happy to have pleased you.
“I didn’t, Mistress,” he says quickly. “I wanted to so bad, but I waited. I was good for you.”
“Good boy.” You smile. “I’ll let you have your reward. But listen, bunny,” you lean in, your voice a low warning, “if you ever pull that stunt again, whining for me in public, your punishment will be worse. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, nodding. “I understand.”
“Good.” You straighten. “Get on the bed.”
He scrambles up immediately, lying back against the sheets with his hands flat by his sides. His cock rests against his stomach, and you stand over him for a moment, enjoying the view of him lying there, ready, waiting. You’re aching to feel him inside you, but you want to draw this out even more.
“Such a greedy little bunny,” you tease, stepping right up to the edge of the mattress. You lean down until your nipples drag slowly across his lips, letting him feel the pebble-hard peaks against his mouth. “Spent the whole night begging for my tits. Couldn’t even think straight, could you?”
“No–fuck, no, Mistress,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin, his tongue darting out to catch your nipple.
Yanking back sharply, you let his lips pop off. “Not until I say so,” you snap.
Your hand drops between his legs and grab his cock, starting to pump it slowly, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip, spreading the slick down the shaft. He shudders violently under your touch. Then your palm smacks lightly against his cock, drawing a moan from his throat.
“Fuck, Mistress...,” he gasps, his hips following your hand.
“You like that?” you ask, your palm landing again, firmer this time. You follow it up with another quick slap that leaves the skin of his cock stinging.
“Yes, Mistress.” His hips jerk against your hand before he can stop himself.
“Stay still,” you warn.
He freezes instantly, fists clenching the sheets. You keep jerking him, slow at first, then stop to roll his balls in your palm. You give them a sharp squeeze and he whimpers, but still not moving an inch.
“That’s it,” you murmur, stroking him once, then slapping the side of his cock again, harder. “Be a good boy and let me play with you.”
His thighs tremble, cock twitching in your grip, leaking more with each stroke from your hand. “You want to be inside me so bad?” you taunt, giving him a rough pump and another slap just below the head.
“Yes, Mistress, please–” he moans. His hands are clenched so tightly his knuckles turn white, his whole body trembling, but he doesn’t reach for you. He just stares with his eyes fixed on your tits as though he’s dying of thirst.
“Not yet,” you cut him off, squeezing his balls again, rolling them between your fingers before stroking him right to the edge and then letting go completely.
You reach down with both hands now, gripping him at the base and pumping him slow and tight until his hips start to lift from the mattress. When he’s right at the edge, you stop again, releasing him. A high-pitched whine breaks from his lips, his body sagging back into the sheets as he mourns the loss of your touch.
“You behave,” you say, dragging your nails down his thighs one more time, “and maybe, just maybe, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t even remember your name.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathes, trembling. “Please…”
Finally climbing onto the mattress, you settle between his open legs. Reaching down, you wrap your fingers around him and bring the wet tip upward, dragging it slowly across your nipples.
“Do you like this, bunny?” you ask, watching him closely.
“Yes, Mistress, I love it,” he whines, looking up at you with pure adoration. “I love everything you do to me.”
You squeeze your breasts together to create a deep space between them and lean forward. Guiding his cock upward, you press the head between your tits, moving with a constant rub as you slide against him. “So needy,” you tease, watching his face twist with pleasure.
You slide down, engulfing his length between your soft flesh. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip. He bucks his hips up, trying to thrust deeper into the cleavage, into your mouth.
“Greedy boy,” you scold, though you don’t stop him. Picking up the pace, you use your hands to press your breasts even firmer against his shaft.
“I’m gonna– I’m gonna–”
“Not yet,” you command, pulling back suddenly and leaving him panting. You pump him a few more times before giving him another sharp slap.
“Ah! Mistress, please!” he cries out.
“You’re so loud for me tonight,” you murmur. “Do you want me to put you out of your misery?”
“Yes, please... I need to be inside you,” he begs.
You move, your slick thighs brushing his cock as you straddle his hips. Grabbing him, you line him up, teasing the thick head through your folds. He groans, head slamming back against the sheets. While you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing it, the truth is that you’re just as desperate to feel him filling you as he is to be inside you.
You sink onto him slowly, until his cock stretches you open, until you’re seated fully on him, your ass resting on his thighs.
“Fuck–” Jungkook’s voice cracks, his fists clenched tight by his sides. “Mistress. You’re so tight, your pussy’s so perfect –”
You grind down, your chest swaying as you rock your hips. He tries to thrust up, desperate, but you pin him with a sharp look. “Did I tell you to move, bunny?”
“No, Mistress,” he whispers, trembling.
“Now tell me, who does this cock belong to?”
“It’s yours... it’s all yours,” he moans.
“That’s right. You’ll keep it still until I say otherwise.” You lean down and bite his shoulder, leaving a mark. “I am the one using you tonight. You’re just a toy for my pleasure, remember?”
“Yes, Mistress... I’m just your toy,” he gasps, the words coming out in a broken rush. “Use me however you want,” he whimpers, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He stays perfectly still, even though his whole body is shaking from the effort.
“Do you want to suck my tits?” you taunt, remaining perfectly still as you squeeze your internal muscles around him. Jungkook nods, his eyes locked on your chest. “Then beg. Use your words.”
“Please, Mistress, please, I need–” You lean forward, letting your nipples drag across his lips.“I need to taste you,” Jungkook begs. “I need your tits in my mouth.”
You lean down, practically draping your weight over him as you offer yourself up. He latches on desperately, moaning into your skin, sucking at your nipples until spit slicks them both. You begin to bounce. “That’s it, bunny,” you groan, dragging his cock against your walls. “You just lie there and let me use you. That’s what you’re good for.”
His cock twitches violently inside you. You slap your tits against his face, smearing his spit everywhere. “God, Mistress, please,” he sobs. “You feel so good, you’re so tight–”
“You’re so pathetic, crying for me like this,” you whisper, grinding your hips in a slow circle.
“I don't care,” he chokes out, his head thrashing against the pillow. “I don't care how I look. I’m yours, I’m all yours, please just use me, I belong to you–”
“I know you do,” you say, gripping his hair to pull his head back. “And I’m going to use you until I've had every bit of pleasure I want from this body, okay?”
“Yes, yes, please! Use me, Mistress, I just want to please you,” he wails, his hips stuttering upward in a reflex he can't control.
He feels like he’s going to explode at any second. “Please, Mistress, please let me cum!”
You lean down, your hand wrapping tight around his throat. “Not yet. You hold it for me.”
He whines but obeys. His muscles are tight and straining because he’s trying so hard not to cum, and he’s practically seeing stars as you keep riding him while forcing him to stay right on the edge.
Riding him harder, you chase your own release, moaning filth into his ear. “Fuck. This cock is mine. Stretching me so good, gonna squeeze you dry, bunny.” You lean in and capture his lips, biting his bottom lip until he moans into your mouth. With your hand still firm on his neck, you whisper against his lips, “You’re nothing but a place for me to come, bunny. You’re just my pretty little toy, and I’m going to break you tonight.”
“Yes... please break me, Mistress. I love being your toy,” he gasps, completely undone.
You pick up the pace, your hips slamming against his. You lean down, whispering every dirty thought into his ear.
“Mistress! I’m going to–I can’t stop it!”
“I cum first,” you hiss, smothering your tits against his face. “If you cum before I do, you’re getting punished, you know that.” Jungkook is at his breaking point and, even though he knows he might get in trouble for it later, he arches his hips just enough to hit that specific spot you love.
“Fuck! Fuck yes!” you cry out, grinding down tight on him as you break apart, your orgasm spilling through you, walls clenching around his cock. “Yes, just like that! Fuck, you’re so good for me!”
You keep bouncing, riding out your high, his cock swelling inside you, ready to explode. Leaning close to his ear, your voice drops to a filthy whisper. “Look at this cock, bunny. So big and thick, filling me up exactly how I wanted. You did such a good job holding it in for me, stretching me out so perfectly.” You lift your head and pick up the pace, slamming your hips down with everything you have left. “Come on. Cum for me. Now. Empty those balls for Mistress. Show me how much you needed this.”
His cry is loud, broken, his body arching as hot spurts flood your pussy. “Yes! Fill me up, bunny!” you moan, feeling his cum coating your insides. You ride him through it, milking him, grinding on him while he shakes beneath you, his mouth still latched on your tits.
When you finally slow, collapsing against his chest, his cock twitches weakly inside you, your walls messy with his cum. You stroke his sweaty hair, pressing your tits to his lips until his whimpers soften.
“There you go, bunny,” you whisper. “My good boy. Took your punishment, took your reward.”
He hums against your skin. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”
Your breathing slows first. The sound of your heartbeat begins to quiet in your ears, your body still trembling lightly as you sit perched on top of him. Jungkook’s eyes are squeezed shut, his lashes wet, his lips parted around soft, shuddering breaths. He looks completely undone, but obedient, waiting for you to decide what comes next.
You brush your fingers through his damp hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. “Easy, bunny,” you murmur, your voice a low, soothing hum now instead of a command.
His eyes blink open slowly, hazy and glassy, but focused only on you. “Did I… was I good, Mistress?”
A smile curves your lips. “You were perfect.” You shift, lifting yourself off his cock gently. He misses your warmth instantly, whining as he tries to reach for you, his fingers curling into the empty space where you just were.
“Stay right there,” you say softly but firmly, leaving him for a moment to grab a cloth from the bathroom.
“Yes, Mistress.” His voice is small now.
You return with the cloth, kneeling between his legs. Carefully, you clean the mess from his stomach, thighs, and cock. He twitches slightly under your touch, but doesn’t move, his eyes locked on your face. His expression is soft, filled with a drowsy adoration that melts your heart.
“Shh…” You stroke his cheek with your free hand as you wipe him down. “You were such a good boy for me, bunny. You did exactly what I told you to do.”
He exhales shakily. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispers.
Once he’s clean, you take a moment to wipe the dampness from your own thighs and hands. You toss the cloth aside and climb back onto the bed. “Come here,” you murmur.
Instantly, he crawls toward you, folding himself against your body without hesitation. You guide him until his head is resting on your chest, his arms curled loosely around your waist. Stroking his hair again slowly you draw idle circles against the back of his neck.
“Breathe with me,” you say softly. “In…” He inhales. “And out.” He exhales, his body melting against you.
“That’s it. Good boy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
He hums faintly, his face pressed between your breasts, voice muffled. “I like when you touch me like this…”
“I know,” you murmur, still stroking his hair. “It’s part of the deal. I push you. Then I take care of you.”
“I like being pushed.” His voice is drowsy now, almost childlike, but still reverent. “I love you, Mistress.”
You tilt his chin up so he’s looking at you. His pupils are still wide but soft now, his lips swollen. You press your forehead to his. “And I love you too, bunny.” His shoulders relax fully and lets out a deep, heavy sigh. “Do you want water?” you ask gently. “Food? Or just to stay here for a while?”
“Here,” he whispers. “Just… here.” He shifts slightly, turning his head to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, no longer desperate but seeking comfort.
You smile, pulling the blanket over both of you, holding him close. “Then here it is.”
☆ summary: jeon jungkook learns the hard way how not to behave in public
☆ tags: established relationship, smut, fluff? at the end
☆ warnings: subby!jungkook, dom!reader,he calls her mistress tit sucking, desperate and whiny jungkook, public sex if you squint?, masochist Jungkook? kinda?car tit sucking because it’s me what did you expect, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), jungkook sucks a fake dick, mentions of -male- anal, mentions of a harness, yoongi gets mentioned, edging, cock slapping what, breath play, dirty talk, praise, mild degradation, creampie, aftercare for once!!! might be missing something this is pure filth
☆ wc: 6k
☆ yoru’s notes: this fic has been sitting in my drafts for a long time but decided it had to see the light. inspired by @borathae ‘s incredible work
Silverware clinks softly as waiters glide between tables, pouring expensive wine into delicate glasses and checking if everything is okay. You sit with perfect posture, here to network and keep up appearances.
While you remain the picture of composure, sipping your wine slowly with every line of your dress sculpted to perfection, Jungkook is a mess beside you, fidgeting in his seat like he’s trying –and failing terribly– to keep up appearances.
He’s dressed like the perfect gentleman. Sharp suit, neat hair, polite smile. But beneath the table, you can feel his knee bouncing against the linen. It's a nervous tic he gets when he's trying too hard to be good.
“Mistress,” he breathes suddenly, his lips grazing your ear. His voice is pitched low enough that no one else can hear. The word itself makes you, because hearing that title in a room full of your colleagues nearly makes you freeze. It’s a name reserved for when things get intimate between you, and he never uses it in public. Hearing it now shows just how much he’s losing his grip.
“What?” you ask, keeping your voice cool, barely sparing him a glance.
“Your tits, Mistress.” He pauses, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, his eyes dropping to the curve of your chest. “I-I wanna put my mouth on them so bad–”
You raise your glass, taking a slow sip to hide the smirk tugging at your mouth. You wore this dress specifically for this reaction. The neckline dips just low enough to be professional to everyone else, but a torment to him. “Careful,” you murmur back, setting your glass down. “You sound pathetic.”
He shudders at the word, “I can’t help it. Please, Mistress, just let me–”
Your hand slides under the table, your palm cupping the thick bulge in his pants. Jungkook jerks in his seat, biting his lip to keep a sound from slipping out.
“You’ll sit here. Quiet,” you say, rubbing slow circles over the hard length trapped under fabric. “And no one at this table will know what a needy little thing you’re being. Do we have an understanding?”
Jungkook can’t even find his voice to answer, so he simply offers a quick nod. His fingers twitch against the tablecloth, and a muffled whine escapes him despite his efforts to stay quiet. You press your palm a little firmer, feeling the way he strains against your touch, and it makes the corner of your mouth twitch with amusement.
The waiter sets down another bottle of wine and you thank him calmly, your hand never leaving Jungkook’s lap.
“Mistress…” His voice cracks, hips twitching, betraying how desperate he is. He grips the edge of his chair. “Please don’t tease me. It hurts.”
You squeeze him once. “Not another word. Or you’ll regret it.”
Jungkook swallows and falls silent. Obedient. Somehow, there’s a strange comfort in following your orders. His cock throbs under your palm as you chat casually with your companions about work.
By the time dessert arrives, his face is pink, lips bitten raw, sweat prickling at his temples. You finally pull your hand away, dabbing your lips with your napkin. He doesn’t speak as you rise from the table, but his hand finds yours as you excuse yourself, citing an early morning meeting. You let him hold your hand, fingers gripping yours tightly as you lead him out, your red heels clicking against the marble floor.
Your driver is already waiting at the curb, the back door held open. “Ma’am,” he greets smoothly. You nod, sliding in first with Jungkook following close behind, keeping his eyes low as the door closes.
You sink back calmly, smoothing the hem of your dress, while beside you, Jungkook sits stiff, thighs tight, breathing heavily.
As soon as the partition slides shut between you and the driver, his composure crumbles. He opens his mouth to speak, but you raise a finger to stop him. “What did I say? Not a word.”
He bites his lip, trying to stay silent, but it’s no use. “Mistress,” he blurts. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.” He knows he will have to face the consequences for speaking, but he is so desperate that he just can’t stop himself.
You tilt your head, pretending mild curiosity. “Can’t take what, bunny?”
He turns toward you. “Your tits. I need them. Please, I’ll do anything, just let me suck for a little.”
Your lips curve in the faintest smile. “You think begging will save you from punishment?”
He shakes his head quickly, his gaze dropping to the swell of your breasts visible above your neckline. “No, Mistress. But,” he swallows hard, “I just need it.”
Your fingers trail down the front of your dress, pausing at the neckline. You watch the way his hungry gaze follows. He looks at you like a starving man looks at a feast.
“You’ve been nothing but needy all evening,” you murmur, tugging the straps down slowly, “and I should deny you just to make you suffer. Is this what you want?” you ask, pinching one nipple. “You were so focused on my tits all through dinner, weren't you?.”
“I haven't been able to think about anything else,” he gasps, his voice strained. “Please, Mistress. Please.”
You arch a brow. “Are you sure, bunny? Because you’ll remember this when I’m punishing you later.”
The threat of punishment doesn't discourage him. Knowing he'll have to pay for it later only makes the moment sweeter. He tries to bite back smile, but he can’t quite mask his excitement at the promise of your discipline later. “I’ll take any punishment you think I deserve.”
“Well then,” you murmur, leaning back against the seat and letting your hands slide to your sides in silent invitation. His mouth finds your nipple, latching on with a soft groan as his tongue swirls and pulls you in. He tries to reach for you, but you catch his wrist.
“No hands,” you order. “Only your mouth.”
He nods against your skin, keeping his hands balled into fists at his sides.
“That’s it,” you whisper, stroking his hair, pressing him closer. “Get it out of your system, bunny. You’ll need it to survive what’s waiting at home.”
Jungkook whimpers, switching from one breast to the other, leaving spit across them like he can’t decide which he loves more. Your back hits the seat as you let him indulge in his craving.
By the time the car slows in front of your building, your breasts glisten with his spit. “That’s enough,” you say sharply, fingers tightening in his hair to pull him back. “Look at what you’ve done. Filthy.”
He lifts his head, and your heart nearly softens at the sight of his wide, brown doe eyes. “I’m sorry–”
“You know what to do,” you cut in, tugging the straps of your dress back up, covering yourself again. “Strip and wait for me in the bedroom.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.
The driver opens the door. You step out first, Jungkook stumbling after you, still tasting your skin on his tongue.
You pause at the front desk, sending Jungkook ahead of you. You stay behind, smiling as you chat with the concierge about a package that arrived earlier, intentionally drawing out the conversation to ensure he has enough time to get ready. Once you decide he’s waited long enough, you excuse yourself and step into the elevator. The doors slide open directly into your home, as the elevator leads straight into the private foyer of your penthouse.
The first thing you see when you step into the apartment is his trail of clothes. His jacket lies crumpled by the door, his tie draped across the hall table, his shirt hanging off a chair. His shoes are kicked off carelessly, socks left like markers leading the way.
You follow the clothing path towards your bedroom. The massive bed dominates the center, with a velvet chair at the foot, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the sparkling city lights.
Jungkook kneels on the rug by the bed, naked, his hands resting on his thighs like the obedient boy he wants to be. His broad shoulders rise and fall with shallow breaths, his cock stands rigid against his stomach.
“You listened,” you say softly, shutting the door behind you.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers. “I’m good.”
Your smile sharpens as you step closer, heels clicking softly on the hardwood. “You weren’t good at dinner. You weren’t good in the car.”
Jungkook looks down, ashamed, his hands clenching against his thighs. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he mumbles. “I tried, I swear. But you looked so beautiful at the restaurant... and I’m so hard, it’s actually painful–” He reaches out, fingers trembling as they try to brush against your legs.
“Ah ah.” Your tone slices through his apology. “You don’t get to touch. At least not yet.”
His head snaps up, but he doesn’t move.
You take your time shedding your dress, unzipping it slowly until it pools at your feet. Every inch of skin you reveal makes his cock twitch violently. You lock eyes with him as you slide your panties off, tossing them carelessly so they land right next to him on the rug.
By the time you’re naked, his bottom lip is red from biting it. You choose to leave your heels on. The extra height makes you look powerful, and you know he loves being looked down on like that.
You lower yourself onto the velvet chair across from him, legs spreading wide, one heel hooked against the edge of the seat.
Instead of reaching for him, you open the drawer of the nightstand, fingers closing around your black dildo. Thick, long. Just the way you like it. The silicone is cool in your palm, and you can already imagine it inside you, stretching you open while Jungkook watches.
“Mistress–” he breathes, voice cracking.
“Quiet.” You crook a finger. “Come here.” He crawls forward instantly, kneeling between your spread legs. “Open.”
Holding the base firmly, you press the head against his lips until they part. Nodding, he takes the toy in his mouth, lips closing around the tip, sucking it, his tongue swirling to coat it in spit. You watch him, they way his cheeks hollow, how his eyes flick up to you nervously.
He is used to the shape of it, having spent countless nights with his legs thrown over your shoulders, whining while you thrust this exact toy deep inside him with your harness. You love how he looks with a cock inside him, the way he pleads for more and whines your name when you hit the right spot. Seeing him so submissive always makes you want to push him even further.
“You look so good like this, bunny,” you muse, tilting your head. “Sucking on a cock.” You watch him work, mesmerized by how beautifully he submits to the toy, and a sudden, provocative thought crosses your mind.
“Would you want it?”Jungkook pauses, the toy still held between his lips as he looks up at you with a confused expression. He stays still, his brows furrowing slightly as if he’s trying to understand what you mean. “A real one?”
You let the question hang in the air, watching him freeze as he processes the idea, his eyes wide as he looks up at you through his lashes.
“You can speak now.”
Jungkook whines around the silicone, but pulls back enough to gasp, “I want whatever you want, Mistress.”
“I didn’t ask what I want,” you correct, your voice is sharp, making him flinch. Your hand glides along the length of the toy, rolling it slowly between your fingers.“I asked what you want. Be honest, because I'll know if you are lying.”
He looks at you, “I want it,” he admits with a trembling voice, as if he’s been too nervous to say it out loud until now. “I want to suck a real cock.” He doesn't wait for an answer before taking the toy back into his mouth.
You can’t help but picture the real thing. Him on his knees, gagging on cock while you sit back and watch, or maybe bent over the bed getting fucked hard by someone else while you instruct him. He looks so natural like this: on his knees, submissive, and desperate to please. To please you.
“Good answer,” you purr, threading your fingers through his hair to grip the back of his scalp. “If you keep being this obedient, maybe I’ll find someone to use this pretty mouth properly. Keep sucking."
His cock gives a twitch against his stomach at your words. The thought hits him so hard he nearly chokes on the toy.
Noticing his reaction, you smirk. “Did that excite you? Were you picturing it?” He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hide his reaction, but you know him too well. The blush spreading across his cheeks betrays him. “Who were you thinking about?” you tease, leaning closer to whisper. “Was it Taehyung?” He keeps sucking. “Or maybe…” you smile, “Yoongi?”
At the mention of your best friend, Jungkook’s face burns a deep, pretty crimson. He doesn’t deny it. You smirk, bingo.
“Oh? Is it Yoongi?” you murmur, lips curling. “Is that who you were thinking about?”
Jungkook doesn't stop his work, his throat working as he swallows the toy deeper, giving you a nod. Back before you and Jungkook were a thing, you and Yoongi were just fuck buddies. It was a perfect arrangement. No feelings, just good sex.
“You know, Yoongi… he used to fuck me so good.” You trace a finger down his cheek, watching him shiver. “So rough, so demanding… he knew exactly how to make me melt. And his cock.” You suddenly palm the base of the toy, pushing it deeper into his throat until he gasps against the silicone. “Oh… you’d love it. So big, so thick. It would fill your mouth perfectly.”
You watch him struggle with the toy, and you can’t help but enjoy the way he reacts to each word that comes from your mouth. All you can think about is how incredible he would look with the real thing in his mouth.
“I know he’d fuck you just as well if I told him to. Better than you can imagine. A lot better than this plastic, right?” You give the toy a twist as you speak.
Jungkook pulls back. “No one... no one can fuck me like you do, Mistress,” he gasps, his voice full of honest devotion. “Only you.”
“Aww, how sweet,” you coo, reaching out to caress his cheek with a gentle touch that almost feels like a reward. Your smile softens for a second before your gaze sharpens again. “But don’t think for a second that your little confession is going to get you out of your punishment. You still have a debt to pay for dinner.”
“I understand,” he whispers, his eyes dropping back to the toy as he leans in to take it again.
“Enough.” You pull it back and point to the rug in front of you. “Back to your position.”
He nods, sliding his palms back until they are flat against his thighs as he kneels before you once more, positioning himself only a foot away from your seat.
“You’re going to sit there,” you say. “And you’re going to watch me fuck myself with this cock instead of yours. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, trembling.
You shift, throwing one leg over the armrest of the chair, baring yourself fully to him. The toy glistens from his spit as you circle the tip over your clit, teasing yourself.
“See what you lost out on?” you taunt. “All because you couldn’t keep that greedy mouth shut at dinner.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m so sorry–” The apology is breathless, his gaze pinned to you as he watches the head of the toy begin to disappear into your cunt.
“‘Sorry’ doesn’t put your cock in me, bunny.” And with that, you sink the toy inside. “Fuck–”
You start to thrust, driving the toy deeper and faster. Your breasts bounce with every movement of your hips, and you notice his eyes darting back and forth, unable to choose between the sight of you stretching and the way your chest moves. “This is what you want, isn’t it? These tits stuffed in your face while my pussy squeezes you dry?” You catch your nipple between two fingers, pulling at the sensitive peak with the hand that isn't busy with the toy.
“Yes. Yes, Mistress, please. I need it so bad, I need you–”
“Too bad,” you pant, circling your clit with your thumb while the toy fills you. “You’re gonna sit there like a good little boy and watch me cum without you.”
The wet sound of the toy gets louder as you go faster, and your own moans fill the room. You tug at your nipple, loving the way he watches your every move.
“Fuck, I’m close,” you gasp, finally letting your gaze meet his.. “Look at me, bunny. Watch me cum all over this cock instead of yours.”
He nods frantically, his entire body trembling with the effort of not touching himself. Seeing you pleasure yourself is torture, but knowing he caused this state is his ruin.
“Fuck! Yes, yes, fuck!”
You ride your orgasm, grinding down until your thighs shake, every filthy sound spilling into the air as Jungkook whimpers like he’s dying. When you slow, pulling the toy out, strings of wetness clinging to it, dripping onto your thighs. Your chest heaves as you look at him with a satisfied look. “See what happens when you’re a bad boy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers. Still kneeling where you left him, his hands haven’t moved from his thighs.
“Come here, bunny,” you murmur.
He crawls forward, stopping between your thighs, his eyes flicking up to your face for permission.
“You’ve been patient,” you say softly, one hand threading through his hair. “You want a taste?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathes. “I want to taste you.”
Lifting the toy, you place the slick head into his waiting mouth. He licks it clean obediently, cleaning up the mess you made. “Is that enough for you?” you ask.
“No, Mistress.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“Please, let me eat you out.”
“Very well, bunny.” You lean back into the seat, spreading yourself wider for him.
His eyes widen at the sight. Your slick folds glisten and he shifts closer and bends down, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. You shudder, a low sigh slipping from your mouth. His tongue swirls around the swollen bud, pressure light at first, then firmer as you guide him with small tugs of his hair.
“Good,” you breathe. “Suck.” He seals his lips around your clit and sucks gently, the wet sound making your back arch. “Harder,” you moan.
He groans into you, sucking harder now, tongue flicking quick against you. Your hips start to move on their own, grinding against his face. “That’s it,” you gasp. “Like that. Your mouth feels so good, bunny. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He stays latched to you, eyes closed, tongue and lips working together until your moans turn into sharp cries. Your nails dig into his hair as he moves faster, his tongue tracing quick, messy patterns over your clit, and you can feel the wetness dripping down his chin.
Your thighs clamp around his head. “I’m so close.” He makes a sound low in his throat but keeps going.
“Can I use my fingers, Mistress?” he whispers against your folds.
You tilt your head at him, stroking his damp hair. “Show me how much you want it. Beg a little for me, bunny, you know how much I love you begging.”
“Please,” he repeats, his voice close to breaking. “I’ll do it exactly how you like. I’ll make you cum. Please let me.”
Your lips curl in a smile. “Alright, bunny. Fingers too.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
He slides his hands up at last, fingers trembling as they part your folds, sliding two inside you. His mouth seals back around your clit, tongue flicking, and you gasp jerking your hips.
“Fuck–yes. Just like that. You’re doing so good.” He hooks his fingers inside you, finding that specific spot. “Don’t stop, yes, yes, bunny, right there!”
He continues without pause, focused entirely on your pleasure as if his only purpose in the world is to see you reach the end. He looks as though serving you like this is his entire reason for being.
Your voice pitches high, tearing into a scream as your climax hits. You clamp down around his fingers, pressing him closer. His mouth doesn’t stop, working over you, lips and tongue tracing every sensitive spot until you have to grab his hair and shove him back, gasping for air.
You’re panting now, staring down at him. Lips and chin glistening, his fingers slick, his cock leaking against his stomach. He looks drained but his eyes are shining like he’s proud of himself for being allowed to serve you.
Your fingers slide through his sweaty hair as you tilt his head back. “You didn’t touch yourself,” you murmur, thumb dragging slowly across his cheek. He responds with a small smile that makes your heart melt. He looks so genuinely happy to have pleased you.
“I didn’t, Mistress,” he says quickly. “I wanted to so bad, but I waited. I was good for you.”
“Good boy.” You smile. “I’ll let you have your reward. But listen, bunny,” you lean in, your voice a low warning, “if you ever pull that stunt again, whining for me in public, your punishment will be worse. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, nodding. “I understand.”
“Good.” You straighten. “Get on the bed.”
He scrambles up immediately, lying back against the sheets with his hands flat by his sides. His cock rests against his stomach, and you stand over him for a moment, enjoying the view of him lying there, ready, waiting. You’re aching to feel him inside you, but you want to draw this out even more.
“Such a greedy little bunny,” you tease, stepping right up to the edge of the mattress. You lean down until your nipples drag slowly across his lips, letting him feel the pebble-hard peaks against his mouth. “Spent the whole night begging for my tits. Couldn’t even think straight, could you?”
“No–fuck, no, Mistress,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin, his tongue darting out to catch your nipple.
Yanking back sharply, you let his lips pop off. “Not until I say so,” you snap.
Your hand drops between his legs and grab his cock, starting to pump it slowly, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip, spreading the slick down the shaft. He shudders violently under your touch. Then your palm smacks lightly against his cock, drawing a moan from his throat.
“Fuck, Mistress...,” he gasps, his hips following your hand.
“You like that?” you ask, your palm landing again, firmer this time. You follow it up with another quick slap that leaves the skin of his cock stinging.
“Yes, Mistress.” His hips jerk against your hand before he can stop himself.
“Stay still,” you warn.
He freezes instantly, fists clenching the sheets. You keep jerking him, slow at first, then stop to roll his balls in your palm. You give them a sharp squeeze and he whimpers, but still not moving an inch.
“That’s it,” you murmur, stroking him once, then slapping the side of his cock again, harder. “Be a good boy and let me play with you.”
His thighs tremble, cock twitching in your grip, leaking more with each stroke from your hand. “You want to be inside me so bad?” you taunt, giving him a rough pump and another slap just below the head.
“Yes, Mistress, please–” he moans. His hands are clenched so tightly his knuckles turn white, his whole body trembling, but he doesn’t reach for you. He just stares with his eyes fixed on your tits as though he’s dying of thirst.
“Not yet,” you cut him off, squeezing his balls again, rolling them between your fingers before stroking him right to the edge and then letting go completely.
You reach down with both hands now, gripping him at the base and pumping him slow and tight until his hips start to lift from the mattress. When he’s right at the edge, you stop again, releasing him. A high-pitched whine breaks from his lips, his body sagging back into the sheets as he mourns the loss of your touch.
“You behave,” you say, dragging your nails down his thighs one more time, “and maybe, just maybe, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t even remember your name.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathes, trembling. “Please…”
Finally climbing onto the mattress, you settle between his open legs. Reaching down, you wrap your fingers around him and bring the wet tip upward, dragging it slowly across your nipples.
“Do you like this, bunny?” you ask, watching him closely.
“Yes, Mistress, I love it,” he whines, looking up at you with pure adoration. “I love everything you do to me.”
You squeeze your breasts together to create a deep space between them and lean forward. Guiding his cock upward, you press the head between your tits, moving with a constant rub as you slide against him. “So needy,” you tease, watching his face twist with pleasure.
You slide down, engulfing his length between your soft flesh. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip. He bucks his hips up, trying to thrust deeper into the cleavage, into your mouth.
“Greedy boy,” you scold, though you don’t stop him. Picking up the pace, you use your hands to press your breasts even firmer against his shaft.
“I’m gonna– I’m gonna–”
“Not yet,” you command, pulling back suddenly and leaving him panting. You pump him a few more times before giving him another sharp slap.
“Ah! Mistress, please!” he cries out.
“You’re so loud for me tonight,” you murmur. “Do you want me to put you out of your misery?”
“Yes, please... I need to be inside you,” he begs.
You move, your slick thighs brushing his cock as you straddle his hips. Grabbing him, you line him up, teasing the thick head through your folds. He groans, head slamming back against the sheets. While you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing it, the truth is that you’re just as desperate to feel him filling you as he is to be inside you.
You sink onto him slowly, until his cock stretches you open, until you’re seated fully on him, your ass resting on his thighs.
“Fuck–” Jungkook’s voice cracks, his fists clenched tight by his sides. “Mistress. You’re so tight, your pussy’s so perfect –”
You grind down, your chest swaying as you rock your hips. He tries to thrust up, desperate, but you pin him with a sharp look. “Did I tell you to move, bunny?”
“No, Mistress,” he whispers, trembling.
“Now tell me, who does this cock belong to?”
“It’s yours... it’s all yours,” he moans.
“That’s right. You’ll keep it still until I say otherwise.” You lean down and bite his shoulder, leaving a mark. “I am the one using you tonight. You’re just a toy for my pleasure, remember?”
“Yes, Mistress... I’m just your toy,” he gasps, the words coming out in a broken rush. “Use me however you want,” he whimpers, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He stays perfectly still, even though his whole body is shaking from the effort.
“Do you want to suck my tits?” you taunt, remaining perfectly still as you squeeze your internal muscles around him. Jungkook nods, his eyes locked on your chest. “Then beg. Use your words.”
“Please, Mistress, please, I need–” You lean forward, letting your nipples drag across his lips.“I need to taste you,” Jungkook begs. “I need your tits in my mouth.”
You lean down, practically draping your weight over him as you offer yourself up. He latches on desperately, moaning into your skin, sucking at your nipples until spit slicks them both. You begin to bounce. “That’s it, bunny,” you groan, dragging his cock against your walls. “You just lie there and let me use you. That’s what you’re good for.”
His cock twitches violently inside you. You slap your tits against his face, smearing his spit everywhere. “God, Mistress, please,” he sobs. “You feel so good, you’re so tight–”
“You’re so pathetic, crying for me like this,” you whisper, grinding your hips in a slow circle.
“I don't care,” he chokes out, his head thrashing against the pillow. “I don't care how I look. I’m yours, I’m all yours, please just use me, I belong to you–”
“I know you do,” you say, gripping his hair to pull his head back. “And I’m going to use you until I've had every bit of pleasure I want from this body, okay?”
“Yes, yes, please! Use me, Mistress, I just want to please you,” he wails, his hips stuttering upward in a reflex he can't control.
He feels like he’s going to explode at any second. “Please, Mistress, please let me cum!”
You lean down, your hand wrapping tight around his throat. “Not yet. You hold it for me.”
He whines but obeys. His muscles are tight and straining because he’s trying so hard not to cum, and he’s practically seeing stars as you keep riding him while forcing him to stay right on the edge.
Riding him harder, you chase your own release, moaning filth into his ear. “Fuck. This cock is mine. Stretching me so good, gonna squeeze you dry, bunny.” You lean in and capture his lips, biting his bottom lip until he moans into your mouth. With your hand still firm on his neck, you whisper against his lips, “You’re nothing but a place for me to come, bunny. You’re just my pretty little toy, and I’m going to break you tonight.”
“Yes... please break me, Mistress. I love being your toy,” he gasps, completely undone.
You pick up the pace, your hips slamming against his. You lean down, whispering every dirty thought into his ear.
“Mistress! I’m going to–I can’t stop it!”
“I cum first,” you hiss, smothering your tits against his face. “If you cum before I do, you’re getting punished, you know that.” Jungkook is at his breaking point and, even though he knows he might get in trouble for it later, he arches his hips just enough to hit that specific spot you love.
“Fuck! Fuck yes!” you cry out, grinding down tight on him as you break apart, your orgasm spilling through you, walls clenching around his cock. “Yes, just like that! Fuck, you’re so good for me!”
You keep bouncing, riding out your high, his cock swelling inside you, ready to explode. Leaning close to his ear, your voice drops to a filthy whisper. “Look at this cock, bunny. So big and thick, filling me up exactly how I wanted. You did such a good job holding it in for me, stretching me out so perfectly.” You lift your head and pick up the pace, slamming your hips down with everything you have left. “Come on. Cum for me. Now. Empty those balls for Mistress. Show me how much you needed this.”
His cry is loud, broken, his body arching as hot spurts flood your pussy. “Yes! Fill me up, bunny!” you moan, feeling his cum coating your insides. You ride him through it, milking him, grinding on him while he shakes beneath you, his mouth still latched on your tits.
When you finally slow, collapsing against his chest, his cock twitches weakly inside you, your walls messy with his cum. You stroke his sweaty hair, pressing your tits to his lips until his whimpers soften.
“There you go, bunny,” you whisper. “My good boy. Took your punishment, took your reward.”
He hums against your skin. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”
Your breathing slows first. The sound of your heartbeat begins to quiet in your ears, your body still trembling lightly as you sit perched on top of him. Jungkook’s eyes are squeezed shut, his lashes wet, his lips parted around soft, shuddering breaths. He looks completely undone, but obedient, waiting for you to decide what comes next.
You brush your fingers through his damp hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. “Easy, bunny,” you murmur, your voice a low, soothing hum now instead of a command.
His eyes blink open slowly, hazy and glassy, but focused only on you. “Did I… was I good, Mistress?”
A smile curves your lips. “You were perfect.” You shift, lifting yourself off his cock gently. He misses your warmth instantly, whining as he tries to reach for you, his fingers curling into the empty space where you just were.
“Stay right there,” you say softly but firmly, leaving him for a moment to grab a cloth from the bathroom.
“Yes, Mistress.” His voice is small now.
You return with the cloth, kneeling between his legs. Carefully, you clean the mess from his stomach, thighs, and cock. He twitches slightly under your touch, but doesn’t move, his eyes locked on your face. His expression is soft, filled with a drowsy adoration that melts your heart.
“Shh…” You stroke his cheek with your free hand as you wipe him down. “You were such a good boy for me, bunny. You did exactly what I told you to do.”
He exhales shakily. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispers.
Once he’s clean, you take a moment to wipe the dampness from your own thighs and hands. You toss the cloth aside and climb back onto the bed. “Come here,” you murmur.
Instantly, he crawls toward you, folding himself against your body without hesitation. You guide him until his head is resting on your chest, his arms curled loosely around your waist. Stroking his hair again slowly you draw idle circles against the back of his neck.
“Breathe with me,” you say softly. “In…” He inhales. “And out.” He exhales, his body melting against you.
“That’s it. Good boy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
He hums faintly, his face pressed between your breasts, voice muffled. “I like when you touch me like this…”
“I know,” you murmur, still stroking his hair. “It’s part of the deal. I push you. Then I take care of you.”
“I like being pushed.” His voice is drowsy now, almost childlike, but still reverent. “I love you, Mistress.”
You tilt his chin up so he’s looking at you. His pupils are still wide but soft now, his lips swollen. You press your forehead to his. “And I love you too, bunny.” His shoulders relax fully and lets out a deep, heavy sigh. “Do you want water?” you ask gently. “Food? Or just to stay here for a while?”
“Here,” he whispers. “Just… here.” He shifts slightly, turning his head to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, no longer desperate but seeking comfort.
You smile, pulling the blanket over both of you, holding him close. “Then here it is.”
☆ summary: jeon jungkook learns the hard way how not to behave in public
☆ tags: established relationship, smut, fluff? at the end
☆ warnings: subby!jungkook, dom!reader,he calls her mistress tit sucking, desperate and whiny jungkook, public sex if you squint?, masochist Jungkook? kinda?car tit sucking because it’s me what did you expect, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), jungkook sucks a fake dick, mentions of -male- anal, mentions of a harness, yoongi gets mentioned, edging, cock slapping what, breath play, dirty talk, praise, mild degradation, creampie, aftercare for once!!! might be missing something this is pure filth
☆ wc: 6k
☆ yoru’s notes: this fic has been sitting in my drafts for a long time but decided it had to see the light. inspired by @borathae ‘s incredible work
Silverware clinks softly as waiters glide between tables, pouring expensive wine into delicate glasses and checking if everything is okay. You sit with perfect posture, here to network and keep up appearances.
While you remain the picture of composure, sipping your wine slowly with every line of your dress sculpted to perfection, Jungkook is a mess beside you, fidgeting in his seat like he’s trying –and failing terribly– to keep up appearances.
He’s dressed like the perfect gentleman. Sharp suit, neat hair, polite smile. But beneath the table, you can feel his knee bouncing against the linen. It's a nervous tic he gets when he's trying too hard to be good.
“Mistress,” he breathes suddenly, his lips grazing your ear. His voice is pitched low enough that no one else can hear. The word itself makes you, because hearing that title in a room full of your colleagues nearly makes you freeze. It’s a name reserved for when things get intimate between you, and he never uses it in public. Hearing it now shows just how much he’s losing his grip.
“What?” you ask, keeping your voice cool, barely sparing him a glance.
“Your tits, Mistress.” He pauses, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, his eyes dropping to the curve of your chest. “I-I wanna put my mouth on them so bad–”
You raise your glass, taking a slow sip to hide the smirk tugging at your mouth. You wore this dress specifically for this reaction. The neckline dips just low enough to be professional to everyone else, but a torment to him. “Careful,” you murmur back, setting your glass down. “You sound pathetic.”
He shudders at the word, “I can’t help it. Please, Mistress, just let me–”
Your hand slides under the table, your palm cupping the thick bulge in his pants. Jungkook jerks in his seat, biting his lip to keep a sound from slipping out.
“You’ll sit here. Quiet,” you say, rubbing slow circles over the hard length trapped under fabric. “And no one at this table will know what a needy little thing you’re being. Do we have an understanding?”
Jungkook can’t even find his voice to answer, so he simply offers a quick nod. His fingers twitch against the tablecloth, and a muffled whine escapes him despite his efforts to stay quiet. You press your palm a little firmer, feeling the way he strains against your touch, and it makes the corner of your mouth twitch with amusement.
The waiter sets down another bottle of wine and you thank him calmly, your hand never leaving Jungkook’s lap.
“Mistress…” His voice cracks, hips twitching, betraying how desperate he is. He grips the edge of his chair. “Please don’t tease me. It hurts.”
You squeeze him once. “Not another word. Or you’ll regret it.”
Jungkook swallows and falls silent. Obedient. Somehow, there’s a strange comfort in following your orders. His cock throbs under your palm as you chat casually with your companions about work.
By the time dessert arrives, his face is pink, lips bitten raw, sweat prickling at his temples. You finally pull your hand away, dabbing your lips with your napkin. He doesn’t speak as you rise from the table, but his hand finds yours as you excuse yourself, citing an early morning meeting. You let him hold your hand, fingers gripping yours tightly as you lead him out, your red heels clicking against the marble floor.
Your driver is already waiting at the curb, the back door held open. “Ma’am,” he greets smoothly. You nod, sliding in first with Jungkook following close behind, keeping his eyes low as the door closes.
You sink back calmly, smoothing the hem of your dress, while beside you, Jungkook sits stiff, thighs tight, breathing heavily.
As soon as the partition slides shut between you and the driver, his composure crumbles. He opens his mouth to speak, but you raise a finger to stop him. “What did I say? Not a word.”
He bites his lip, trying to stay silent, but it’s no use. “Mistress,” he blurts. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.” He knows he will have to face the consequences for speaking, but he is so desperate that he just can’t stop himself.
You tilt your head, pretending mild curiosity. “Can’t take what, bunny?”
He turns toward you. “Your tits. I need them. Please, I’ll do anything, just let me suck for a little.”
Your lips curve in the faintest smile. “You think begging will save you from punishment?”
He shakes his head quickly, his gaze dropping to the swell of your breasts visible above your neckline. “No, Mistress. But,” he swallows hard, “I just need it.”
Your fingers trail down the front of your dress, pausing at the neckline. You watch the way his hungry gaze follows. He looks at you like a starving man looks at a feast.
“You’ve been nothing but needy all evening,” you murmur, tugging the straps down slowly, “and I should deny you just to make you suffer. Is this what you want?” you ask, pinching one nipple. “You were so focused on my tits all through dinner, weren't you?.”
“I haven't been able to think about anything else,” he gasps, his voice strained. “Please, Mistress. Please.”
You arch a brow. “Are you sure, bunny? Because you’ll remember this when I’m punishing you later.”
The threat of punishment doesn't discourage him. Knowing he'll have to pay for it later only makes the moment sweeter. He tries to bite back smile, but he can’t quite mask his excitement at the promise of your discipline later. “I’ll take any punishment you think I deserve.”
“Well then,” you murmur, leaning back against the seat and letting your hands slide to your sides in silent invitation. His mouth finds your nipple, latching on with a soft groan as his tongue swirls and pulls you in. He tries to reach for you, but you catch his wrist.
“No hands,” you order. “Only your mouth.”
He nods against your skin, keeping his hands balled into fists at his sides.
“That’s it,” you whisper, stroking his hair, pressing him closer. “Get it out of your system, bunny. You’ll need it to survive what’s waiting at home.”
Jungkook whimpers, switching from one breast to the other, leaving spit across them like he can’t decide which he loves more. Your back hits the seat as you let him indulge in his craving.
By the time the car slows in front of your building, your breasts glisten with his spit. “That’s enough,” you say sharply, fingers tightening in his hair to pull him back. “Look at what you’ve done. Filthy.”
He lifts his head, and your heart nearly softens at the sight of his wide, brown doe eyes. “I’m sorry–”
“You know what to do,” you cut in, tugging the straps of your dress back up, covering yourself again. “Strip and wait for me in the bedroom.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.
The driver opens the door. You step out first, Jungkook stumbling after you, still tasting your skin on his tongue.
You pause at the front desk, sending Jungkook ahead of you. You stay behind, smiling as you chat with the concierge about a package that arrived earlier, intentionally drawing out the conversation to ensure he has enough time to get ready. Once you decide he’s waited long enough, you excuse yourself and step into the elevator. The doors slide open directly into your home, as the elevator leads straight into the private foyer of your penthouse.
The first thing you see when you step into the apartment is his trail of clothes. His jacket lies crumpled by the door, his tie draped across the hall table, his shirt hanging off a chair. His shoes are kicked off carelessly, socks left like markers leading the way.
You follow the clothing path towards your bedroom. The massive bed dominates the center, with a velvet chair at the foot, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the sparkling city lights.
Jungkook kneels on the rug by the bed, naked, his hands resting on his thighs like the obedient boy he wants to be. His broad shoulders rise and fall with shallow breaths, his cock stands rigid against his stomach.
“You listened,” you say softly, shutting the door behind you.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers. “I’m good.”
Your smile sharpens as you step closer, heels clicking softly on the hardwood. “You weren’t good at dinner. You weren’t good in the car.”
Jungkook looks down, ashamed, his hands clenching against his thighs. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he mumbles. “I tried, I swear. But you looked so beautiful at the restaurant... and I’m so hard, it’s actually painful–” He reaches out, fingers trembling as they try to brush against your legs.
“Ah ah.” Your tone slices through his apology. “You don’t get to touch. At least not yet.”
His head snaps up, but he doesn’t move.
You take your time shedding your dress, unzipping it slowly until it pools at your feet. Every inch of skin you reveal makes his cock twitch violently. You lock eyes with him as you slide your panties off, tossing them carelessly so they land right next to him on the rug.
By the time you’re naked, his bottom lip is red from biting it. You choose to leave your heels on. The extra height makes you look powerful, and you know he loves being looked down on like that.
You lower yourself onto the velvet chair across from him, legs spreading wide, one heel hooked against the edge of the seat.
Instead of reaching for him, you open the drawer of the nightstand, fingers closing around your black dildo. Thick, long. Just the way you like it. The silicone is cool in your palm, and you can already imagine it inside you, stretching you open while Jungkook watches.
“Mistress–” he breathes, voice cracking.
“Quiet.” You crook a finger. “Come here.” He crawls forward instantly, kneeling between your spread legs. “Open.”
Holding the base firmly, you press the head against his lips until they part. Nodding, he takes the toy in his mouth, lips closing around the tip, sucking it, his tongue swirling to coat it in spit. You watch him, they way his cheeks hollow, how his eyes flick up to you nervously.
He is used to the shape of it, having spent countless nights with his legs thrown over your shoulders, whining while you thrust this exact toy deep inside him with your harness. You love how he looks with a cock inside him, the way he pleads for more and whines your name when you hit the right spot. Seeing him so submissive always makes you want to push him even further.
“You look so good like this, bunny,” you muse, tilting your head. “Sucking on a cock.” You watch him work, mesmerized by how beautifully he submits to the toy, and a sudden, provocative thought crosses your mind.
“Would you want it?”Jungkook pauses, the toy still held between his lips as he looks up at you with a confused expression. He stays still, his brows furrowing slightly as if he’s trying to understand what you mean. “A real one?”
You let the question hang in the air, watching him freeze as he processes the idea, his eyes wide as he looks up at you through his lashes.
“You can speak now.”
Jungkook whines around the silicone, but pulls back enough to gasp, “I want whatever you want, Mistress.”
“I didn’t ask what I want,” you correct, your voice is sharp, making him flinch. Your hand glides along the length of the toy, rolling it slowly between your fingers.“I asked what you want. Be honest, because I'll know if you are lying.”
He looks at you, “I want it,” he admits with a trembling voice, as if he’s been too nervous to say it out loud until now. “I want to suck a real cock.” He doesn't wait for an answer before taking the toy back into his mouth.
You can’t help but picture the real thing. Him on his knees, gagging on cock while you sit back and watch, or maybe bent over the bed getting fucked hard by someone else while you instruct him. He looks so natural like this: on his knees, submissive, and desperate to please. To please you.
“Good answer,” you purr, threading your fingers through his hair to grip the back of his scalp. “If you keep being this obedient, maybe I’ll find someone to use this pretty mouth properly. Keep sucking."
His cock gives a twitch against his stomach at your words. The thought hits him so hard he nearly chokes on the toy.
Noticing his reaction, you smirk. “Did that excite you? Were you picturing it?” He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hide his reaction, but you know him too well. The blush spreading across his cheeks betrays him. “Who were you thinking about?” you tease, leaning closer to whisper. “Was it Taehyung?” He keeps sucking. “Or maybe…” you smile, “Yoongi?”
At the mention of your best friend, Jungkook’s face burns a deep, pretty crimson. He doesn’t deny it. You smirk, bingo.
“Oh? Is it Yoongi?” you murmur, lips curling. “Is that who you were thinking about?”
Jungkook doesn't stop his work, his throat working as he swallows the toy deeper, giving you a nod. Back before you and Jungkook were a thing, you and Yoongi were just fuck buddies. It was a perfect arrangement. No feelings, just good sex.
“You know, Yoongi… he used to fuck me so good.” You trace a finger down his cheek, watching him shiver. “So rough, so demanding… he knew exactly how to make me melt. And his cock.” You suddenly palm the base of the toy, pushing it deeper into his throat until he gasps against the silicone. “Oh… you’d love it. So big, so thick. It would fill your mouth perfectly.”
You watch him struggle with the toy, and you can’t help but enjoy the way he reacts to each word that comes from your mouth. All you can think about is how incredible he would look with the real thing in his mouth.
“I know he’d fuck you just as well if I told him to. Better than you can imagine. A lot better than this plastic, right?” You give the toy a twist as you speak.
Jungkook pulls back. “No one... no one can fuck me like you do, Mistress,” he gasps, his voice full of honest devotion. “Only you.”
“Aww, how sweet,” you coo, reaching out to caress his cheek with a gentle touch that almost feels like a reward. Your smile softens for a second before your gaze sharpens again. “But don’t think for a second that your little confession is going to get you out of your punishment. You still have a debt to pay for dinner.”
“I understand,” he whispers, his eyes dropping back to the toy as he leans in to take it again.
“Enough.” You pull it back and point to the rug in front of you. “Back to your position.”
He nods, sliding his palms back until they are flat against his thighs as he kneels before you once more, positioning himself only a foot away from your seat.
“You’re going to sit there,” you say. “And you’re going to watch me fuck myself with this cock instead of yours. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, trembling.
You shift, throwing one leg over the armrest of the chair, baring yourself fully to him. The toy glistens from his spit as you circle the tip over your clit, teasing yourself.
“See what you lost out on?” you taunt. “All because you couldn’t keep that greedy mouth shut at dinner.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m so sorry–” The apology is breathless, his gaze pinned to you as he watches the head of the toy begin to disappear into your cunt.
“‘Sorry’ doesn’t put your cock in me, bunny.” And with that, you sink the toy inside. “Fuck–”
You start to thrust, driving the toy deeper and faster. Your breasts bounce with every movement of your hips, and you notice his eyes darting back and forth, unable to choose between the sight of you stretching and the way your chest moves. “This is what you want, isn’t it? These tits stuffed in your face while my pussy squeezes you dry?” You catch your nipple between two fingers, pulling at the sensitive peak with the hand that isn't busy with the toy.
“Yes. Yes, Mistress, please. I need it so bad, I need you–”
“Too bad,” you pant, circling your clit with your thumb while the toy fills you. “You’re gonna sit there like a good little boy and watch me cum without you.”
The wet sound of the toy gets louder as you go faster, and your own moans fill the room. You tug at your nipple, loving the way he watches your every move.
“Fuck, I’m close,” you gasp, finally letting your gaze meet his.. “Look at me, bunny. Watch me cum all over this cock instead of yours.”
He nods frantically, his entire body trembling with the effort of not touching himself. Seeing you pleasure yourself is torture, but knowing he caused this state is his ruin.
“Fuck! Yes, yes, fuck!”
You ride your orgasm, grinding down until your thighs shake, every filthy sound spilling into the air as Jungkook whimpers like he’s dying. When you slow, pulling the toy out, strings of wetness clinging to it, dripping onto your thighs. Your chest heaves as you look at him with a satisfied look. “See what happens when you’re a bad boy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers. Still kneeling where you left him, his hands haven’t moved from his thighs.
“Come here, bunny,” you murmur.
He crawls forward, stopping between your thighs, his eyes flicking up to your face for permission.
“You’ve been patient,” you say softly, one hand threading through his hair. “You want a taste?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathes. “I want to taste you.”
Lifting the toy, you place the slick head into his waiting mouth. He licks it clean obediently, cleaning up the mess you made. “Is that enough for you?” you ask.
“No, Mistress.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“Please, let me eat you out.”
“Very well, bunny.” You lean back into the seat, spreading yourself wider for him.
His eyes widen at the sight. Your slick folds glisten and he shifts closer and bends down, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. You shudder, a low sigh slipping from your mouth. His tongue swirls around the swollen bud, pressure light at first, then firmer as you guide him with small tugs of his hair.
“Good,” you breathe. “Suck.” He seals his lips around your clit and sucks gently, the wet sound making your back arch. “Harder,” you moan.
He groans into you, sucking harder now, tongue flicking quick against you. Your hips start to move on their own, grinding against his face. “That’s it,” you gasp. “Like that. Your mouth feels so good, bunny. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He stays latched to you, eyes closed, tongue and lips working together until your moans turn into sharp cries. Your nails dig into his hair as he moves faster, his tongue tracing quick, messy patterns over your clit, and you can feel the wetness dripping down his chin.
Your thighs clamp around his head. “I’m so close.” He makes a sound low in his throat but keeps going.
“Can I use my fingers, Mistress?” he whispers against your folds.
You tilt your head at him, stroking his damp hair. “Show me how much you want it. Beg a little for me, bunny, you know how much I love you begging.”
“Please,” he repeats, his voice close to breaking. “I’ll do it exactly how you like. I’ll make you cum. Please let me.”
Your lips curl in a smile. “Alright, bunny. Fingers too.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
He slides his hands up at last, fingers trembling as they part your folds, sliding two inside you. His mouth seals back around your clit, tongue flicking, and you gasp jerking your hips.
“Fuck–yes. Just like that. You’re doing so good.” He hooks his fingers inside you, finding that specific spot. “Don’t stop, yes, yes, bunny, right there!”
He continues without pause, focused entirely on your pleasure as if his only purpose in the world is to see you reach the end. He looks as though serving you like this is his entire reason for being.
Your voice pitches high, tearing into a scream as your climax hits. You clamp down around his fingers, pressing him closer. His mouth doesn’t stop, working over you, lips and tongue tracing every sensitive spot until you have to grab his hair and shove him back, gasping for air.
You’re panting now, staring down at him. Lips and chin glistening, his fingers slick, his cock leaking against his stomach. He looks drained but his eyes are shining like he’s proud of himself for being allowed to serve you.
Your fingers slide through his sweaty hair as you tilt his head back. “You didn’t touch yourself,” you murmur, thumb dragging slowly across his cheek. He responds with a small smile that makes your heart melt. He looks so genuinely happy to have pleased you.
“I didn’t, Mistress,” he says quickly. “I wanted to so bad, but I waited. I was good for you.”
“Good boy.” You smile. “I’ll let you have your reward. But listen, bunny,” you lean in, your voice a low warning, “if you ever pull that stunt again, whining for me in public, your punishment will be worse. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, nodding. “I understand.”
“Good.” You straighten. “Get on the bed.”
He scrambles up immediately, lying back against the sheets with his hands flat by his sides. His cock rests against his stomach, and you stand over him for a moment, enjoying the view of him lying there, ready, waiting. You’re aching to feel him inside you, but you want to draw this out even more.
“Such a greedy little bunny,” you tease, stepping right up to the edge of the mattress. You lean down until your nipples drag slowly across his lips, letting him feel the pebble-hard peaks against his mouth. “Spent the whole night begging for my tits. Couldn’t even think straight, could you?”
“No–fuck, no, Mistress,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin, his tongue darting out to catch your nipple.
Yanking back sharply, you let his lips pop off. “Not until I say so,” you snap.
Your hand drops between his legs and grab his cock, starting to pump it slowly, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip, spreading the slick down the shaft. He shudders violently under your touch. Then your palm smacks lightly against his cock, drawing a moan from his throat.
“Fuck, Mistress...,” he gasps, his hips following your hand.
“You like that?” you ask, your palm landing again, firmer this time. You follow it up with another quick slap that leaves the skin of his cock stinging.
“Yes, Mistress.” His hips jerk against your hand before he can stop himself.
“Stay still,” you warn.
He freezes instantly, fists clenching the sheets. You keep jerking him, slow at first, then stop to roll his balls in your palm. You give them a sharp squeeze and he whimpers, but still not moving an inch.
“That’s it,” you murmur, stroking him once, then slapping the side of his cock again, harder. “Be a good boy and let me play with you.”
His thighs tremble, cock twitching in your grip, leaking more with each stroke from your hand. “You want to be inside me so bad?” you taunt, giving him a rough pump and another slap just below the head.
“Yes, Mistress, please–” he moans. His hands are clenched so tightly his knuckles turn white, his whole body trembling, but he doesn’t reach for you. He just stares with his eyes fixed on your tits as though he’s dying of thirst.
“Not yet,” you cut him off, squeezing his balls again, rolling them between your fingers before stroking him right to the edge and then letting go completely.
You reach down with both hands now, gripping him at the base and pumping him slow and tight until his hips start to lift from the mattress. When he’s right at the edge, you stop again, releasing him. A high-pitched whine breaks from his lips, his body sagging back into the sheets as he mourns the loss of your touch.
“You behave,” you say, dragging your nails down his thighs one more time, “and maybe, just maybe, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t even remember your name.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathes, trembling. “Please…”
Finally climbing onto the mattress, you settle between his open legs. Reaching down, you wrap your fingers around him and bring the wet tip upward, dragging it slowly across your nipples.
“Do you like this, bunny?” you ask, watching him closely.
“Yes, Mistress, I love it,” he whines, looking up at you with pure adoration. “I love everything you do to me.”
You squeeze your breasts together to create a deep space between them and lean forward. Guiding his cock upward, you press the head between your tits, moving with a constant rub as you slide against him. “So needy,” you tease, watching his face twist with pleasure.
You slide down, engulfing his length between your soft flesh. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip. He bucks his hips up, trying to thrust deeper into the cleavage, into your mouth.
“Greedy boy,” you scold, though you don’t stop him. Picking up the pace, you use your hands to press your breasts even firmer against his shaft.
“I’m gonna– I’m gonna–”
“Not yet,” you command, pulling back suddenly and leaving him panting. You pump him a few more times before giving him another sharp slap.
“Ah! Mistress, please!” he cries out.
“You’re so loud for me tonight,” you murmur. “Do you want me to put you out of your misery?”
“Yes, please... I need to be inside you,” he begs.
You move, your slick thighs brushing his cock as you straddle his hips. Grabbing him, you line him up, teasing the thick head through your folds. He groans, head slamming back against the sheets. While you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing it, the truth is that you’re just as desperate to feel him filling you as he is to be inside you.
You sink onto him slowly, until his cock stretches you open, until you’re seated fully on him, your ass resting on his thighs.
“Fuck–” Jungkook’s voice cracks, his fists clenched tight by his sides. “Mistress. You’re so tight, your pussy’s so perfect –”
You grind down, your chest swaying as you rock your hips. He tries to thrust up, desperate, but you pin him with a sharp look. “Did I tell you to move, bunny?”
“No, Mistress,” he whispers, trembling.
“Now tell me, who does this cock belong to?”
“It’s yours... it’s all yours,” he moans.
“That’s right. You’ll keep it still until I say otherwise.” You lean down and bite his shoulder, leaving a mark. “I am the one using you tonight. You’re just a toy for my pleasure, remember?”
“Yes, Mistress... I’m just your toy,” he gasps, the words coming out in a broken rush. “Use me however you want,” he whimpers, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He stays perfectly still, even though his whole body is shaking from the effort.
“Do you want to suck my tits?” you taunt, remaining perfectly still as you squeeze your internal muscles around him. Jungkook nods, his eyes locked on your chest. “Then beg. Use your words.”
“Please, Mistress, please, I need–” You lean forward, letting your nipples drag across his lips.“I need to taste you,” Jungkook begs. “I need your tits in my mouth.”
You lean down, practically draping your weight over him as you offer yourself up. He latches on desperately, moaning into your skin, sucking at your nipples until spit slicks them both. You begin to bounce. “That’s it, bunny,” you groan, dragging his cock against your walls. “You just lie there and let me use you. That’s what you’re good for.”
His cock twitches violently inside you. You slap your tits against his face, smearing his spit everywhere. “God, Mistress, please,” he sobs. “You feel so good, you’re so tight–”
“You’re so pathetic, crying for me like this,” you whisper, grinding your hips in a slow circle.
“I don't care,” he chokes out, his head thrashing against the pillow. “I don't care how I look. I’m yours, I’m all yours, please just use me, I belong to you–”
“I know you do,” you say, gripping his hair to pull his head back. “And I’m going to use you until I've had every bit of pleasure I want from this body, okay?”
“Yes, yes, please! Use me, Mistress, I just want to please you,” he wails, his hips stuttering upward in a reflex he can't control.
He feels like he’s going to explode at any second. “Please, Mistress, please let me cum!”
You lean down, your hand wrapping tight around his throat. “Not yet. You hold it for me.”
He whines but obeys. His muscles are tight and straining because he’s trying so hard not to cum, and he’s practically seeing stars as you keep riding him while forcing him to stay right on the edge.
Riding him harder, you chase your own release, moaning filth into his ear. “Fuck. This cock is mine. Stretching me so good, gonna squeeze you dry, bunny.” You lean in and capture his lips, biting his bottom lip until he moans into your mouth. With your hand still firm on his neck, you whisper against his lips, “You’re nothing but a place for me to come, bunny. You’re just my pretty little toy, and I’m going to break you tonight.”
“Yes... please break me, Mistress. I love being your toy,” he gasps, completely undone.
You pick up the pace, your hips slamming against his. You lean down, whispering every dirty thought into his ear.
“Mistress! I’m going to–I can’t stop it!”
“I cum first,” you hiss, smothering your tits against his face. “If you cum before I do, you’re getting punished, you know that.” Jungkook is at his breaking point and, even though he knows he might get in trouble for it later, he arches his hips just enough to hit that specific spot you love.
“Fuck! Fuck yes!” you cry out, grinding down tight on him as you break apart, your orgasm spilling through you, walls clenching around his cock. “Yes, just like that! Fuck, you’re so good for me!”
You keep bouncing, riding out your high, his cock swelling inside you, ready to explode. Leaning close to his ear, your voice drops to a filthy whisper. “Look at this cock, bunny. So big and thick, filling me up exactly how I wanted. You did such a good job holding it in for me, stretching me out so perfectly.” You lift your head and pick up the pace, slamming your hips down with everything you have left. “Come on. Cum for me. Now. Empty those balls for Mistress. Show me how much you needed this.”
His cry is loud, broken, his body arching as hot spurts flood your pussy. “Yes! Fill me up, bunny!” you moan, feeling his cum coating your insides. You ride him through it, milking him, grinding on him while he shakes beneath you, his mouth still latched on your tits.
When you finally slow, collapsing against his chest, his cock twitches weakly inside you, your walls messy with his cum. You stroke his sweaty hair, pressing your tits to his lips until his whimpers soften.
“There you go, bunny,” you whisper. “My good boy. Took your punishment, took your reward.”
He hums against your skin. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”
Your breathing slows first. The sound of your heartbeat begins to quiet in your ears, your body still trembling lightly as you sit perched on top of him. Jungkook’s eyes are squeezed shut, his lashes wet, his lips parted around soft, shuddering breaths. He looks completely undone, but obedient, waiting for you to decide what comes next.
You brush your fingers through his damp hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. “Easy, bunny,” you murmur, your voice a low, soothing hum now instead of a command.
His eyes blink open slowly, hazy and glassy, but focused only on you. “Did I… was I good, Mistress?”
A smile curves your lips. “You were perfect.” You shift, lifting yourself off his cock gently. He misses your warmth instantly, whining as he tries to reach for you, his fingers curling into the empty space where you just were.
“Stay right there,” you say softly but firmly, leaving him for a moment to grab a cloth from the bathroom.
“Yes, Mistress.” His voice is small now.
You return with the cloth, kneeling between his legs. Carefully, you clean the mess from his stomach, thighs, and cock. He twitches slightly under your touch, but doesn’t move, his eyes locked on your face. His expression is soft, filled with a drowsy adoration that melts your heart.
“Shh…” You stroke his cheek with your free hand as you wipe him down. “You were such a good boy for me, bunny. You did exactly what I told you to do.”
He exhales shakily. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispers.
Once he’s clean, you take a moment to wipe the dampness from your own thighs and hands. You toss the cloth aside and climb back onto the bed. “Come here,” you murmur.
Instantly, he crawls toward you, folding himself against your body without hesitation. You guide him until his head is resting on your chest, his arms curled loosely around your waist. Stroking his hair again slowly you draw idle circles against the back of his neck.
“Breathe with me,” you say softly. “In…” He inhales. “And out.” He exhales, his body melting against you.
“That’s it. Good boy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
He hums faintly, his face pressed between your breasts, voice muffled. “I like when you touch me like this…”
“I know,” you murmur, still stroking his hair. “It’s part of the deal. I push you. Then I take care of you.”
“I like being pushed.” His voice is drowsy now, almost childlike, but still reverent. “I love you, Mistress.”
You tilt his chin up so he’s looking at you. His pupils are still wide but soft now, his lips swollen. You press your forehead to his. “And I love you too, bunny.” His shoulders relax fully and lets out a deep, heavy sigh. “Do you want water?” you ask gently. “Food? Or just to stay here for a while?”
“Here,” he whispers. “Just… here.” He shifts slightly, turning his head to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, no longer desperate but seeking comfort.
You smile, pulling the blanket over both of you, holding him close. “Then here it is.”
HEYYYY SWEETHEART!!!! I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE YOUR WRITING ESPECIALLY ACT OF SERVICE AND THRILL OF THE SHOW, AND IM NEW TO YOUR BLOG........
I was wondering if you're continuing thrill of the show series, cuz its just sooooooo amazing and matching my kink.... love you and your writings <33
hi ! thank you for liking my stories ! sorry it took so long to reply i've been on a -sorta- hiatus because life and stuff
my plan is to continue writting ttots yes! in a fic of the next morning with both guys is sitting on my drafts... also when yn gets her nips pierced but my inspiration for that series comes and goes so i dont have a posting schedule :(
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