Thought I’d give you some art based on this old edit of yours that I dug up.
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I randomly got a book pass for Save the Date, so my take of the day is that the way people talked about Justin was actually insane. Not exactly a new take, but still very accurate.
People were literally saying he was in the wrong for “following” MC to her new job to warn her employer not to hire her? As if said employer wasn’t his sister and she was considering MC as a wedding planner. And as if he hadn’t watched MC either flip a whole table or shove bread into her boss’ mouth like the day before 😐
Pairing: Justin Mercado (Best Man) x Mari Bishop (F!MC)
Book: Save the Date
Words: ~1,200
Rating: Explicit (by clicking keep reading you agree to be 18 years or older, minors DNI)
TW: dom/sub dynamic, brat taming, impact play/flogging, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm denial/delay, language
Prompts: @choicesoctoberchallenge “scream”; @misskinkywrites Kinktober 19: impact play | brat taming | gagging
Thank you for the request @xjustin-ethansgirliex. I hope you enjoy!
Synopsis: Mari was being Mari, teasing and pushing Justin to his limits. Now she has to pay for being a brat. (Straight up smut, no plot)
A/N: Mari's thoughts are in italics
"Be gentle?" Mari pleaded, her warm brown eyes widening as she glanced up at him from where she knelt on the floor.
Justin's gaze darkened, his heavy step sounding in the quiet room as he walked around her slowly, patiently considering the best punishment for his brat, knowing that waiting wasn't particularly something she was good at. He stopped in front of her, his lips tugged up and a dangerous smile simmered across his face.
Fuck.
Mari knew she was in trouble. She squirmed under the intensity of his gaze as he traced her naked body. She knew him well enough to know the dark and delightful thoughts drifting through his head at all the possibilities of how best to punish her for her previous behavior.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Hmm?" She questioned, already forgetting herself.
He suppressed a snicker, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp button-down shirt over his forearms to his elbows.
I'm done for. Send help.
Mari practically salivated over the sight. There was something about a man with rolled-up sleeves that never failed to ignite a fire at her core.
"You want me to be gentle?" He questioned as he circled his prey once more waiting to devour her. His finger curled under her chin as he grasped her jaw firmly. "Not a chance."
Good. I'd be disappointed if you were, love.
Justin lifted her sternly from the floor, bending her forcefully over the edge of the large bed. He pressed down on her shoulders, holding her in place as the palm of his free hand landed roughly on the globe of her ass.
Mari moaned softly into the mattress, delighting in the familiar pleasant sting.
More. I need more.
She wiggled her ass, tempting him further.
His hand landed again. "You like this, don't you? Being punished? Being used?"
She nodded, "Yes, sir."
He smirked proudly at his little brat. "Hmm, perhaps we should try another punishment. You seem to be enjoying this one too much."
Mari whimpered as he stepped away.
"Stay." He commanded, his tone leaving no room for arguing. "Don't move, not even an inch, and not a sound, or you will be begging for mercy before the night is out."
That doesn't sound all that threatening. I'm kind of into it.
A rush of desire flooded through her body, warming her skin and causing her cheeks to flush at the thought of what that could possibly involve.
She had little time to contemplate it before Justin returned. "Ready for some fun?"
Yawn, Justin. Less talk, more play!
Mari wiggled her ass again in reply.
A rounded leather handle struck against her backside, halting her teasing movements. After a short pause, the object landed again. Warmth blossomed from the dull ache left in its wake.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, sir," Mari offered softly.
"I don't believe you, not yet, at least." He took the flogger by the handle, letting the sleek leather tails trail over her shoulders and then down her spine. He relished how her body shivered in anticipation. They hadn't used the toy in a little while, but it was one of their favorites.
With one swift motion, he pulled the flogger back, letting it snap in the air beside him as a preview of what was to come. "Such a brat you've been today." The leather tails slapped against her ass, licking stinging bites that melted into pleasure on her rounded form.
That's it. Just like that. Woah—
Mari moaned into the mattress, her body alighting from the mixed sensations.
Justin wasted no time delivering the rest of her punishment. The toy became an extension of his arm as he lunged forward and carried through his swing each time, the tails raining down on her reddening skin.
A scream broke through Mari's moans at the increased speed and force. Her vision clouded at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
A heavy rain. That's what this is. A deluge, both refreshing and piercing at the same time.
The tails of the flogger bit her ass raw, eliciting a cry as her eyes filled with tears.
Despite the pain, heat pooled at her core like a dam waiting to break so she could find release. Her head felt dizzy as she dipped into subspace, her hands grasping the top blanket as her body gave control to him.
What was—
The thought was gone before it started. She tried to focus on the sound behind her as his pants dropped to the floor. Without warning, he sunk his hardened cock deep into her soaked pussy, burying himself in her sex.
"That's it; take me whole," Justin moaned in pleasure, pulling out completely before driving back in.
Mari moaned headily, her mind blank, lusting only for more of him and his thick shaft. She used what little strength she had left to rock her hips into him. He was a drug, and she was chasing her high.
"Still being a brat? Trying to take control?" Justin growled, fucking her harder and faster. He held her down as he used her hole, the sounds of slapping flesh were almost enough to drown out her muffled cries.
Their bodies glistened, sweat beading on their features.
"Don't come yet! Don't even think about it." He slapped her glowing ass, eliciting a moan that pushed him over the edge, his hot seed filling her to the brink.
Mari whimpered, her body caving to the pleasure in need of release. Her legs shook as he continued holding her hips in place.
"Pl—Plea—Please," she panted, trying not to give in to the release threatening to overtake her.
"That's it. Submit to me, Baby," he cooed, his voice tender. He moved slowly, riding out his orgasm. "All you need to do is let go of your stubbornness. Who's in control here?"
You. Wait, what? Me. Fuck, no, you. Always you. Since the day we met.
"You. You, Justin. I'm yours. I'm sorry. Please, Sir," Mari's voice shook as her entire body trembled for him.
He pressed his finger into a red welt on her skin, his eyes darkening at the sound of the guttural moan he unearthed. "That's it. Come for me. I'll always make you feel good."
Mari screamed, clawing at the blanket. Her body writhed and convulsed as she gave herself over to the overwhelming orgasm crashing through her.
Justin held her safely in his strong arms as her body slowly relaxed. He slipped out of her, guiding her more comfortably on the bed. "Rest now. You did so well." Justin kissed her forehead, wiping her tear-stained cheeks. "I'm so proud of you."
As her breathing calmed, he began cleaning her tenderly, peppering kisses over her body. With the intensity came a quiet care.
He was in awe of her. No one pushed him as she did. No one challenged him as she did. No one had ever cared for him as she did. And no one had ever made him feel so damn good as she did. "You're perfect," he marveled as he carefully tended to her reddened skin, applying a cooling lotion.
"I know." Her lips twitched into a satisfied smile. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to him and his care. The sex was always amazing, but this—the gentle, caring part that came after—that was pretty great too.
If you made it this far, thank you for reading. And sorry for any mistakes or if it's not great. Smut is definitely not in my comfort zone, but I'm trying to push my writing muscles to try things that make me uncomfortable, but help me get back in a writing routine. I've found that I became too comfortable with fluff that I actually over think every word and write myself into a corner. Smut lets me just write and not really care about things that would bother me with fluff (if that makes any sense?)
Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope it was enjoyable. Likes and reblogs appreciated! ❤️
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Sometimes I remember Save the Date exists and think to myself “Damn, absolutely every single one of those three LI’s was so busted and cheaply budgeted”
