Angel, Behave. ~
Kun/thick Bratty!Reader
Genre: little plot hella smut
Warning(s): You don messed up now love, Stern Kun, spanking, a lot of angel, fingering, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, squirting, gentle deep fucking that grows rougher, kissing, Kun is putting you back in your place for such behavior, dirty talk, praising, Kun is going to ruin that pussy. Assertive dominance, public sex at some private restaurant but it’s not really explained in the story, Kun speaks to you in Chinese mandarin when he’s really into it. He taught you a few words in Chinese mandarin because he thinks it’s hot to see you plead in his language, praising. italicize and bold is when he’s speaking in Chinese mandarin.
You asked and I delivered love. Thank you for requesting for this man because I’ve been craving to write for him after those pictures. (Look below- there’s a treat~) We are all truly Kun hoes and it shows. I hope y'all enjoy it, especially you hopeful~ Admin Squishy
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If Kun knew you would be acting so needy in a public place, he wouldn’t have considered taking you. All the touching and grabbing in inappropriate areas at the wrong time ticked him off but, oddly turned him on at the thought of being able to punish you for your actions. Such a small craving he had about making you suffer for being such a bad girl was only a thought in his mind.
Maybe.
He was a soft man; a delicate human being, making sure that you were treated with such love. Taken care of and made sure that you had anything and everything you wanted. But, maybe spoiling you too much was the thing, maybe giving you exactly what you wanted was making you act so needy and brazen. Not that he minded before but, clearly you had forgotten your place. You couldn’t help it though, pictures just dropped of Kun in a plaid suit with no shirt underneath, that was hot. The way he looked was fucking hot and the way that trail of dark hair was that lead to something magical, the way his abs were nice and defined. His hands. His stance. His poses. They fucked you up completely and you wanted Kun so badly.
“Angel, behave.” He looked at you with a taut expression as he felt your hand on his crotch, close to grabbing it. He stopped you in your tracks and set your hand back on your lap. He knew what your intentions were but, he wasn’t going to give it to you. No. You were going to sit your cute ass down and behave. Now, that was your first warning and you knew you should have stopped by that but, you were a brat and demanded his attention. “But, Kunnn.~” You dragged out his name as you placed your hand on his inner left thigh. He set his fork down and stared at you, nibbling on his bottom lip as you truly did spark something dark within the man.
“Eat your food, it’s getting cold.” He ignored your whine and grabbed his fork in his hand again, stabbing the piece of steak that was on his plate. “I’m not hungry.” You pouted and rolled your eyes, dragging your hand up higher until it was against his crotch again. Kun softly sighed at your behavior; vexed as to why you were like this beside his assumption. “Angel, this is your second warning. Behave.”
You could see the way his jaw had tightened, that let you know that what you were doing was getting to him. Good. You weren’t getting what you wanted so why not tick him off for it. Typical brat behavior and it wasn’t like you to be like this, it’s just you just weren’t right after those pictures.
“No.” You sternly replied and Kun stared at you once more, but this time was something powerful. As if the first stare was strong enough to make you behave, this one certainly almost got you. He set his fork back down and stood up from his seat, pushing away from the table. He walked over to the door of the private room, locking it so that nobody could disturb the both of you.
He rolled the grey sleeves of his button-up to his forearm. “I’m disappointed in you, angel. I gave you enough warnings and yet you still don’t seem to listen.” His voice held authority as he grabbed his chair to sit back in, legs spread and eyes glaring at you, feet planted to the ground. Gold chain against his the creamy skin of his collarbone. “Come here.” He demanded in such a soft tone. You weren’t fooled though, the man had some dark intentions. Kun sat up and shook his head as you continued to stay in your place. “I don’t think I stuttered, Angel.”
“Come. Here.” He repeated.
“No. Why should I listen to you when you weren’t listening to me. You don’t get what you want.” It is something you thought about but instead actually came out.
Kun smirked.
“Want to say that a bit louder? I want to make sure I heard exactly what you just said.”
“N-no. It was nothing.”
“It was nothing? So telling me no and that I don’t get what I want, was nothing? Telling me, that I wasn’t listening to you?”
You walked over to him, regretting your words. You were over Kun’s left thigh in an instant, wriggling in his grip of being stubborn. He paused his movements of lifting the end of your dress up. “What I can do is deny you everything for a whole week if you don’t act right, ____.” He looked down at you. “I won’t fuck you, won’t even acknowledge your needs, won’t even touch you. That’s not what you want, right?”
“No, Kun.” You responded truthfully. That’s not what you wanted at all, you hated to have him ignore you.
“Then behave, what’s so difficult about that now? You’ve always been so good but today you’re just out of control and I’m not having it. You’ll receive ten spankings and I expect you to apologize after every single one, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Kun,” You braced yourself for your well-deserved punishment. Thick ass in full view; black fishnets clinging tight onto your plush thighs and ass, how it looked spilling out of the tight squares looked heavenly to his eyes. He grabbed each cheek in his hand and gave them both rough squeezes, nails scraping along your skin as he retracted his hand back only to land a sharp slap to your ass.
“Sorry.”
“I’m sorry, Kun. Try again.” He corrected you as he rubbed the area then raised his hand to land another slap in the same area, making you lurch forward a bit. “Mm, I’m sorry Kun.” Then another swat. ‘I’m sorry, Kun.” And then a fourth one. “I-I’m sorry Kun.”
Two more followed.
Then another three.
The last one was the hardest, it was like you could feel his disappointment in that one.
A cry left your mouth. Your tender ass was being caressed by the man, leaning down to press kisses against your hot skin. You were no doubt drenched, you could even feel the way your panties clung to your slick cunt. He pressed the pad of his thumb against your clothed folds, achingly rubbing in slow circles. “You took your punishment so well, angel. But, I’m not done. I give you too much. I feel like you decided to act out because you’re a spoiled brat that gets whatever she wants. I’m too sweet to you baby. I let your actions slide the first time, I told you to behave but you didn’t listen..”
He stopped his ministration as he noticed the way you move your hips to gain more friction. “The second time was only pushing my buttons and you knew that you were, but a third time? Hearing you say no? I won’t allow this behavior- I just won’t.” He tsked as he pulled the front of your panties up to reveal your arousal cling to the silky material of your panties.
“Look at you, soaking wet.” He released your panties from his index finger, allowing the wet material to snap back against you. “Kun, p-please.” You were desperate for something, anything. It was almost pathetic to be so needy for a man but this was Kun. He was a man who brought you pleasure never felt before. “Please what, baby?” He kneaded your ass in on hand, moving to the left then the right. Gripping one then pulling it apart to allow your panties to slip between them.
“I need you so badly.” He scoffed at your sudden submission. “That’s too bad. I’m not giving you what you want.” He lifted you up from his knee and positioned you so that you were sitting on his lap, facing him “Such a shame I have to ruin this cute outfit that I bought for you.” His hands were on your back, undoing the zipper of your dress. You noticed that the tight fitted dress was no longer tight and the ease of his hands pushing it off was evident. He pulled the straps off your arms to reveal the fullness of your naked breast, perked nipples, the sweet delicious rolls of your sides and tummy. Just the simplicity of him pulling your dress down made you rut your hips. ‘‘God just fucking look at you, needy for my touch.” He pulled the dress up and off you, leaving you just in your panties, fishnets, and heels.
“You want to get off, ride my thigh.” He leaned back in the chair and grinned. “But..” You whined.
“But what?”
“Is that not what you want? You don’t want to cum?” He tilts his head and you were quick to object with his assumption. “Or you do want to cum but just don’t want to cum riding my thigh?” He read you clearly and it only made him snicker. “Mm, and what do you think I’m going to say, hm?”
“Yes..” You looked down. Kun’s hand had held your chin, tipping it back up so that you were looking at him. “Not tonight, Angel. Now, you either ride my thigh or don’t get to cum at all tonight. You don’t get what you want.”
Those last words hit you like a truck. It was much harder coming from him than from yourself.
He released your chin and leaned back. You slowly move your hips back and forth, clothed pussy sliding against his thigh. “That’s right..” He held your sides but didn’t guide your hips, just touched you. Kun could literally feel your wetness soaking into his dress pants, it was so cute. He slipped a finger into the pad of your panties to show your bare wet pussy, eyes watching the way you now rubbed your slick folds against the soft material of his pants. “Mmmh..” You picked the pace up of riding his thigh, desperate to cum. So so fucking desperate.
Hips rolling in a circular motion, clit suddenly feeling pleasured by his thigh, it felt so good. He flexed his thigh making your body falter against him, hips going quicker and quicker in speed. “Such a desperate little thing.” This pleasure was so new to you, you couldn’t get enough of it. He placed his hands on your hips to stop you, eyes staring down at how the damp spot had gotten bigger. You look down as well and whined in embarrassment; so close to an orgasm.
You looked up at him with glossy eyes, ashamed of your action. “Angel..” His tone was so firm, so strict. “I-I’m sorry..” You already apologized and he knew why but he wanted to hear it. “For what?” He tilted his head and you looked down again. “Ah-ah look at me. For what? Why are you sorry?” He leaned forward as you looked back up. “I-..I’m sorry for not telling you I was c-close, it felt so good Kun, b-but you stopped me before I could..cum.”
“You know it only worsens your punishment, correct?” He asked and you hummed. “Yes, Kun.” Voice quiet and timid. “Up, I want you bent over the table.”
You carefully stood up from his thigh and walked over to the table with slightly wobbly legs, hands gripping the edge, you bent over with your ass high in the air.
He stayed in his seat just taking in your new position. How he could make submit to him made him feel a sense of pride. You looked so pretty in that position, the way he could see your skin darken from his spanks. Maybe he should make them darker. As he stood up from his seat, he moved behind your vulnerable state and gripped your ass cheeks in both hands. “These fishnets look so pretty on you baby, I won’t rip them.“
With how soft his voice was, his actions were nowhere near the same.
His grip became harder on your sensitive cheeks, sure to create gorgeous bruises. He sank his left hand down to cup your mound, thumb moving to rub your clit in gentle circles then slid it down your wet slit. He pulled his finger away and positioned it where he was able to slide two thick fingers into you.
His index and middle pumping quickly inside. “Kunnn, oh god please.” You press your knees together in hopes of cumming. He could feel your velvety walls tighten around his fingers and suddenly his fingers were gone. All hopes of cumming dissipating into thin air as you cried out. His fingers collided with your cunt making you wail. It was difficult for you already know that he denied you twice of an orgasm, denied you twice the pleasure you wanted so badly.
His fingers rubbed your aching folds then entered both thick digits back into your tight entrance, defiling you, pumping you with such sweet roughness. “Your pussy is just sucking my fingers right back in, angel.” He curled his fingers teasing a soft sweet spot within making your legs falter, there it goes. The wicked use of Mandarin filling your ears. “Please.” The only right way to reply was to say it in mandarin, as he expected. The man eager, to know that you knew better than to reply to him in English after that.
“Please, what?” He leaned forward. “Please please, let me cum. I’m sorry, Kun. I won’t act up again, I promise.” The tears that were trailing down your cheeks made him smile and press a soft kiss to one of them. “You won’t act up again?” He questioned.
You shook your head vigorously. “I- I won’t. I’ll be good! Please, let me cum.”
“Good girl.” His curled fingers massaged your sweet spot, picking up a nice quick tempo. “You may cum.” He whispered and it was like everything within you dropped as spurts of clear liquid dripped down to the carpeted floor. A loud squelching sound making you moan lewdly. “You made a mess all on the floor, baby.” He cooed as he pulled his fingers out to land a smack against your abused pussy.
“We’ll just have to give the waiter a good tip after I’m done with you.”
You could hear the way he undid his belt. Your body shuddered at the sound, a small whimper slipping past your lips.
Peeking a look from behind, your mouth watered at the sight of him; the way his member strained against the tight material of his boxers. The way his dark hairs were trailing down, it all looked too good.
“You’re staring, angel.”
You trailed your eyes up to meet his and the way he was smiling was so cocky, your body literally quivered. “Please, Kun. I need it…I-I need you. I promise I can’t do it anymore..” He cooed as he rubbed your lower back softly. “That’s a good girl, my good girl..” He grabbed the base of his throbbing length and pushed the tip against your slit, slowly he pushed himself into you; groaning as your tight walls squeezed him. Until he completely bottomed you out, he rolled his hips against your ass, fingers hooking into your fishnets within the various squares to gently claw at your skin. So deep inside your sweet sweet womb, he pushed into you deeply. “So fucking good..” He moaned in pleasure, loving the way you took every inch of him. He needed to kiss you, needed to feel your lips against his, needed to feel your neediness. He paused his thrust, breathing out a deep ‘fuck’.
He pulled out of you and grabbed one of your forearms softly in his grip, softly pulling your body up against his. Kun turned you around and leaned to press a passionate, loving kiss against your lips. His hand releasing your forearm, he lifted you onto the table and took no time into pushing himself back into your aching entrance. You wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him closer to you as he fucked you.
In all the denying, Kun wanted to fuck you just as badly as you wanted it. Watching the way your stubborn side fall from you with every little thing he did made him feel so fucking amazing. His hands gripped your thighs, plummeting into you. Thrust after thrust making you a mess. “Oh..Kunn.” You whimpered into the kiss and looked down, watching the way he fucked you. It was such a sexy thing to watch him literally defile you. Losing two orgasms gained you two in the end. He was growing quicker, his moans were growing louder and his grip was getting tighter. You hid your face against his shoulder, clawing at his back. “Kun, god..please.”
“Take it. You’re doing so well for me, my precious angel.” He whispered that sweet praise into your ear. He could literally feel you quiver against him as you were soon enough close to another orgasm. Your eyebrows furrowed and your stomach had tightened. “You’re getting so tight.” He strained but didn’t stop his ruining thrust. “Fuck, fuck, cum for me baby. I need to feel you..”
Spasming against him, he pulled out to watch your pussy drip messily onto the floor. “Good girl.” He pushed back into you and moaned loudly, spurts of his warm seed filling you up. Both of you panted heavily against each other. Kun softly whispered sweet sweet praises in your ear in Mandarin. It took just a few minutes to gather his breaths, wanting to fine just incase he needed to carry you out after the events of tonight.
He pressed light kisses against your cheek with a chuckle. “You think a 200 dollar tip is enough for the mess?” He asked as he looked down. You reached over to grab your cup of water, spilling just enough on the floor.
“Oopsie.” You looked at him and he reached up to wipe your tear-stained cheeks.
He replied playfully.
“Angel…Behave~”
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