content warning: 18+, nsfw, sub!male, dom!fem, cock tease, degradation&praise, sex toys, cock ring, sounding rod, orgasm delay&denial, blowjobs, pet names, overstimulation, whimpering, crying. minor proofread
“Hm, did you just say fuck you already?”
“How demanding.”
You watch him buck beneath you as you mock him. He’s pent up and eager to cum anywhere, and probably everywhere. A steady orgasm builds in the base of his spine, at the tip of his cock, because of the pure torture it is to be at your whims.
“Y—Yes—pleaseplease!” He babbles all brokenly. You smirk, while seated between his trembling thighs. Eyes glimmering as you stare up at your perfect boyfriend with this new found light in your eyes. He’s so cute like this, begging and trembling.
Obedient.
Attached to the sensitive underside of his cock is the new toy you got for him and him alone, a vibrating cock ring—or in your words when you introduced it to him “a cute little cock ring!” He knew exactly what he was getting himself into the second he’d agreed, all he has to do now is reap the consequences.
Holding back was a lot harder than he thought though. The vibrations felt extremely intense with the way you had it pressed right up against his frenulum. He was a mess, teary eyes rolling to the back of his head—jaw slack, drool stuck to the corner of his mouth. Mind dizzy with nothing but need.
“God, you’re so cute baby, look at you. Does it feel good?” You coo sweetly, while wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. He jumps in your hand, gasping loud and pathetic as you lean forward, catching the build of precum at the tip. laving your tongue over the head as he jerks and sputters like you’ve pained him.
“Y—you’re torturing me—f-fuck, I wanna cum p-please—agh!”
A keened mewl slips from his lips, abs tightening, fingers twisting into the couch when your plump lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking cruelly. With every soft kitten lick you make his brain spaz. In an instant you’ve made him mush.
“That’s not what I asked you.” You pop your lips off, probing the tip with the tip of your tongue.
“It feels g-good—“ he slurs with a desperate whimper, mind reeling. He’s too sensitive to think straight, your mouth is too warm—and your tongue is doing things he’d never thought possible. “You feel s-so good baby—“ he sobs pitifully, tears streaking down his rosy cheeks.
A jolt of heat shoots right towards your cunt, you’re soaked. Lacy panties sticking to your slit, you’re not too bothered by it, because the sight of him is enough to make you lose your mind.
The vibrations of the cock ring make things a hundred times worse, he’s surprised he’s lasted this long, he doesn’t think he can take it anymore. It feels so good it hurts, it hurts so good he wants more. He’s been begging for a while now he’s sure, every time he approaches an orgasm you remove your mouth. Turn off the cock ring and just stare at him while he silently cries.
“Good boy, I love it when you listen to me,” you purr, warm breath brushing the front of his cock as your tongue darts out against one of the pulsing veins. “You wanna cum for me?”
“Mmn—ff-fuck I do—I do, I wanna cum—I’ll do anything—please I can’t hold it-“
You can’t hide the enjoyment you get from seeing him like this, a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. Glancing up at him as he glances down at you with nothing but desperation.
“Fine, I’ll let you cum—“
He’s immediately shooting his load, hot ropes of cum splurt out against your face. Landing across your cheek, partially over your eyelid. He lets out a sound that’s pathetic, and wet—the cutest little sob you’ve ever heard him make. You watch his chest heave, leaning away from him with a blank expression, because the wheels in your heard are turning like never before.
You use your thumb to wipe some of the cum off your eyebrow, bringing it to your tongue.
“You were so desperate that you couldn’t even wait for me to finish. I didn’t know my favorite boy could be such a slut,” while shaking your head in disappointment you reach to the side of the couch, “I’m a little sad.”
A lie.
You pause briefly.
“You’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?”
“Mhm.” He replies mindlessly, voice small.
He hears you unpacking something, but he can hardly lift his head off the back of the couch. Throughly ruined, but you’re not satisfied. It takes him an odd, embarrassingly long second to understand your words. You’re already turning off the cock ring, slowly taking it off.
Noting the way his sensitive cock twitches from even the smallest brush of your fingertips.
So cute and sensitive.
“I was gonna say—that I’ll let you cum, but only if you could hold out for another two minutes like the good boy I was positive you could be.” The moment you wrap your hand around his cock, he hardens. Embarrassing he knows, he can’t exactly help himself.
Especially when he has to abruptly lift his head, “Wa—wait a second—ah—I’m still s-sensitive-“ to whine about the fact that he just came. He meets your eyes, his own widening—you’re staring up at him, eyes heavy, glazed over with that feral type of lust that makes his brain tingle with thrill.
“I’m not done with you ya’ know, and as much as I wanna,” you breathe heavy, using the flat of your tongue to lick away the creamy mess of cum along the front of his cock, “make this pretty cock cum, I really want to break you even more.”
He swallows, tries to stop his hips from jerking forward. Instead he grits his teeth and focuses on keeping his hands to himself as you hold his gaze. Something glints in your other hand when you lift it up, a long thin piece of metal with a slight bigger tip that you press against the pad of your thumb to hold steady. You bring it towards the tip of his cock and he immediately knows what it is.
One second he’s in too much shock to say anything, the next he’s letting out the most wreaked sound when you slide the entirety of the rod into his urethra. Despite the initial surprise he doesn’t regret not listening.
Especially when you finally stand, fingers slipping into the waist band of your panties, and he can’t take his eyes off you when you start to step out of them. The honeyed sound of voice hits him like a drug and he’s in a trance he doesn’t want to think about escaping.
“Now, you’re gonna fuck me until I’m satisfied.”
ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Featuring your favorites: Waterboy/Herman┆ Choso Kamo┆Satoru Gojo┆ Ino Takuma┆ Naoya Zenin┆ Giyuu Tomioka┆Denki Kaminari┆ Shoto Todoroki┆ Tamaki amajiki┆…and many more ⟢
a/n: i think we can all collectively agree that naoya deserves to be humiliated. That’s why he’s been included.
sub!tengen he loves getting whipped. i see the vision alr. tengen tied up while standing, his legs spread tied at his ankle, dick standing at full attention naked. "OW FUCK~" he yelps as the whip comes to contact with the skin around his thigh "n-nine!" the last hit--you have to make it count-- hitting his dick, which was the nail in the coffin. "FUCK t-t-ten!!" oh how the precum drools out of his tip loving the abuse he's taking from you <33
sub!giyu likes more hands on type impact play likeee slapping,spanking, and punching. he'll be holding his hands back (he's so obedient you don't have to tie him up :(() while you overstimulate him and right before he cums he likes a good gut punch. and if that doesn't make him cum slapping him will. RIGHT when he's on the edge of a orgasm and he doesn't tell you just smack the sense back into him,until his cum just oozes out anyway (sick bastard) "you get slapped and cum anyway?!" now giyu cheeks look like tomato's from you hits <3 :(
sub!muzan NOW HE IS A SADMASOCHICTIC FREAKKKKKKK. he's down with caning,flogging,paddling, ridinging crop, ANDDDDD hands on stuff like giyu. by the time y'all done even your hands will be hurting. your dick deep in his ass hitting him from behind while your paddle in the other giving his ass no mercy. "you wanted this so take it~" your so mean, relentlessly pounding muzan cherry colored ass. the vertical marks from you caning him turning purple "yes thank you my love il- mhmm I'll take it" a moan intrupts him as you hit his spot.
sub!rengoku while you sit on his face, you'll lightly flog rengoku (your) dick watching his legs twitch and jump at each hit. he liked to get hit there (lowkey be cbt) he'll sit there and while you squeeze and slap at his balls..LIKE STAND UP all he can do is try to jerk away but that's no good. hes just a good boy :((( I MISS HIM cant even write nothing kinky I just wanna hold him
perioddd my acc been starting to get a lil love!! I'm so happy buttt I need some anons or requester to give me their dirty thoughts *evil smirk* anyway BYEEE TYYY
summary: "what about incel corio pissing off reader and she ends up pegging him?" (ask)
c.w: pegging, humiliation, degrading, dom f. reader, sub incel coryo, anal (pegging, duhh), dirty talk.
your whiny bitch of a boyfriend always had something to say on the tip of his tongue. he always had degrading words to say and filthy lies to tell his friends about your relationship. it was just expected that he would do it again even if you warned him.
"and you and y/n, snow? how has it been?" festus asked, voice filled with mockery. "does she bitch a lot?"
your boyfriend, of course, not knowing you were eavesdropping on them, instead of trying to say that you both were very happy or any shit like that, decided to go through the wrong path.
"she stopped it after i told her i'd leave if she kept doing it." he said, laughing with all the other boys.
blinded through rage, you slyly came behind him, hand envolving his shoulder as you smiled softly, hiding the murderous intent on your eyes.
"my love." you began, seeing the mild jumpscare he just had. "i was searching for you everywhere. can we go home? i don't feel really good." you said, not turning to look at the group of boys circling around him.
"...of course, babe." he said, bowing his head to the boys as he left.
when you both arrived home, you had him on his knees in a matter of minutes, his suit wasn't even off as you pulled him by the hair, seeing his face contort in displeasure by the tight grip you gave him.
"so, i stopped being a bitch after you told me you'd leave?" you asked, eyes boring into his. he kept on silent. "if you know it is a lie then why would you go on with it?"
"i...i'm sorry, love." he pleaded, biting his cheek.
"ah, now i am 'love'?" you chuckled. "and to think i had planned a surprise for you." you said, shaking your head negatively as you let go of his hair. his eyes shone in hope.
"what... was it?" he asked, making you smirk.
now, you were pounding into him, his cries echoing through your eardrums as you grabbed his ass, chuckling.
"god, puppy! who would know you have such a pretty ass?" you said, slapping him and earning a loud moan out of his lips as he fucked back on you, you frowned at the view, smiling. "look at you, so hungry for your girlfriend's dick, isn't that right?"
"mhm!" he muttered pathetically, his head shoved on the pillow to muffle his moans. another slap, loud and stinging as you held his hips and fucked him.
"use your words, coriolanus." he shivered as you kissed his shoulder, grabbing his hair and tugging it behind only to see the mess he was. blushed face, drooling mouth, breathy soft moans and grunts. he was terribly pretty. "god, look at you. such a pretty dumb boy, can't believe this whore bouncing on my cock is the same boy who called me a bitch."
"y-yes, ma'am. yes- fuck!" he answered between moans, his balls tightening as he came on the sheets. "i-i love you, y/n. i'm sorry!" he said, dumbly.
🪭.
"so, coryo." his friend begun, drinking a bit of the posca in his cup. "how's you and your girlfriend doing?"
coriolanus smiled, preventing a shy chuckle to leave his lips as he reminded of you fucking him with a strap on.
"great." he said, looking like a college highschool girl as he answered. "i've never felt better in my life than i do with her."
okay one more AO3 story I need to find is about sub church boy armin that is corrupted by a dominant girl who was forced into a religious school be her parents and they end up falling for each other and stuff
Idk about y'all but Lee Know seems like someone who puts on the bad boy, “dom” façade until someone comes along to put him in in his place. He gives me bratty vibes, I feel like he'd refuse to completely give the power to someone else that is until they tame bratty!Minho.
Smut under the cut!
Word Count: 427 (basically a drabble)
A/N: Over the past two weeks I've had nothing but brain rot about Sub!Minho. So here is this, I hope y'all enjoy this originally took me five hours to write but Tumblr closed the app as I was writing this and lost some of the original content, and I kept going.
Warnings: Dom!reader, edging, brat!Minho, gender neutral, Degredation, Name-calling, Sub!Minho (mayhaps missed some?; idk let me know)
(Constructive criticism is appreciated as well as comments and reblogs since liking doesn’t really do much.)
I feel like he'd be secretly into degradation and gets off on being called, “cum slut” and his partner saying, “What would your fans think of you, Minho?” he'd be looking up at y/n with a scowl on his face all while feeling the tightening of his cock. Thinking about how his body could betray him like this, y/n would roughly dig their fingers into his pretty cheeks as they get on his level and mock him, “aww, is my pretty boy upset?”.
“Your face says one thing, but your mind and body say another. Am I not right?” He remained quiet. “Answer me when I'm talking to you.” Y/N hissed. He looked directly into Y/N's eyes, “No you're not.” he snapped back. Y/N stared in disbelief. “Oh, is that so?” she grabbed a fistful of Minho’s hair pulling his neck back as a low moan escape his lips. Y/N's hands made their way into his pants grabbing his swollen, sensitive cock. Y/n’s slid their thumb over Minho’s precum-covered head and pumped him slowly. Minho’s whines clearly showed how much he enjoyed being manhandled.
“What would your fans think about their favorite idol being a submissive, little cum-slut?” He was hoping Y/N wouldn't see right through him. Minho noticed Y/N get closer to him, “I bet, your fans would think you're a disgusting pervert, isn't that right?” she feigned a smile. A low moan slipped out of him in agreement as he gripped the sheets underneath him, fuck. His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly with each pump and the pleasure was beginning to cloud his mind.
Y/N noticed how easily he was coming undone and was cherishing how fucked out he looked with his lips gaping open, Minho looked delicious and Y/N wanted to punish him for snapping back earlier. And so Y/N did, the slow pumps turned into rapid ones and a high-pitched cry escaped him. “Fuck, please...” he trailed off, “Use your words.” Y/N demanded. He hummed in pure bliss fighting between his cock and his smart mouth but he couldn't, his moans were becoming more pathetic and he felt weak as his core begged for release.
“I’m cum-” Minho’s release was cut short and sobbed as he no longer felt y/n’s hand on his throbbing cock. “No, don't do this. Please let me cum.” He begged desperately as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks. “That’ll teach you to talk back to me, whore.” Y/n said as they left him high and dry on the mattress looking completely disheveled and exposed.
SUMMARY; hot vacation and wet sex makes for steamy seduction. That and the fact that there’s nothing hotter thank fucking your husband in his ass on a boiling summer day.
WARNINGS; Anal (pegging), word slut 2 or three times, praise kink (almost excessive), lots of pet names (bunny, baby, sweetheart, darling, etc.), crying kink, mommy kink!!, you and jungkook in love in love, married!, jungkook is mentioned to be rich, kissies ;*, sweeet aftercare, jungkook goes deep in sub space, big bad dragon/little bunny metaphor…idk what I was thinking, y’all just in love with each other #couplegoals
A/N; sup you guys! This is my first writing…Uhm, ever. Sorry it’s so short haha. I’ve always thought about writing but never truly have until this work, so, let me know what you think? Feedback I always very appreciated. And constructive criticism, no bullying. Anyways, please enjoy, reblogs would be great :)
It’s too hot for this. Too hot for blankets, too hot for anything other than shorts and a tank, and wayyy too hot for jungkook to be moaning like this, arching his back in the sluttiest way possible. Like a little bow and arrow poised to strike. God your cunt aches at the sight, tummy so warm and fuzzy just from looking at it your almost sick. Such a fucking pretty man.
“Haaahhh” another loud, desperate mewl pours from his open lips. Another of many. One after another, he can’t contain it. Not when you’re plowing him far too good to be humanly possible, launching him face fucking first into an alternate dimension. His hole quivers more, squeezes tighter, squelches louder. Abused and pink; chubbed and puffy from such treatment.
It was mere hours ago you’d been busy cuddling on the porch with your dear little husband, pointing out the different clouds and shapes which weren’t actually there, laughing at each other’s teasing lies and almost snapping the poor legs of your seat from the effort it took to fit on it. Mere hours ago he’d been bursting with laughter, adorable bunny laughter and heart-squeezing smile. It was no wonder you’d swooned for him instantly, and yet now he was, at your mercy, just the way you were, mere hours ago on that balcony.
“mo-mmy. o-oh mommy” with each thrust deeper then the last, you couldn’t help yourself. The muscles from beneath the skin of his shoulders flexed, and stretched. Flexed and stretched. Your foot planted firmly in the bed sheets just to get good momentum, pulling out not even half way before shoving it back in so fast it was practically a blur.
“You like that?” God your voice was utterly despicable. Trembling and breathy, yet low an raspy enough to have Jungkook’s entire body quite literally shaking, choking on a moan just to whine far too loudly for a hotel in agreement. He couldn’t stand it, not any of it, and you wanted it just like that.
“Poor bunny, look at my baby..” his arms had gone weak beneath himself at least twenty minutes ago, slender waist and perky, round booty (oh what a perfect booty it was) shaking in the euphoric pleasure that was you. A short, pathetic yet aching whimper clucked from his abused throat. Your hips came to a slow, steady rock and jungkook wanted with everything in himself to refuse, but he couldn’t speak. Could barely fucking move.
The image made you almost melt. Your heart squeezes and he’s pouting, oh so hard just like the greedy little baby bunny he was. He wanted you closer, so he’s just suddenly thought. The absence of sensation has him sinking further into space, mind swirling with each word you spoke, curling in his ears like smoke pouring from a hungry dragons nostrils.
In a way, it was indeed an accurate representation.
The poor little bunny and the big bad dragon.
If the big bad dragon was madly in love with the bunny, and the bunny was greedily mewling and whining for the dragon.
Okay, so, maybe not that accurate.
“I just want to eat. you. up, sweetheart. You’ve done so well all evening” the nails of your fingers rake over his back, long and square, before spreading out onto your palms squeezing at the petite, boney yet strong feeling of his slender waist. You were obsessed with it. Unfairly, bordering on unhealthily, but you couldn’t help it. He was just so delectable in every way.
“Don’t you think mommy owes her pretty, good bunny a treat?” Slowly, without much meaning, your hips continue to rock, nails latching into his abs as you make the effort to lean forward, nipples grazing his back as you do so.
No, it wasn’t necessarily convenient to have your nails done like this when you were fucking your husband every night on vacation in some exclusive island of course only a man like himself could afford. However, making him stretch himself open has been quite the treat. A little something you learned you enjoy quite well.
Jungkook’s pink bowed lips trembled, little mole doing it’s dance as he opened his mouth to speak:
“K-kisses..” his eyes cracked open to beg you, so kindly your entire world almost exploded. As if he’d ever have to ask for kisses. What a perfect bunny. Here, beneath you, shaking and trembling, on the verge of another orgasm from the previous uncountable ones, begging you for a kiss just because he’s so sweet, and loves you so much.
“Oh kookie…” his eyes began to water, a sign that he was just in it deep. You knew a little break was needed, and so you allowed it. Here, strap buried a literal foot in his ass you connected your lips with his own sweet thin pinks ones and began to work your magic.
Your tongues mushed, pushed, and pulled. His lips, though surely sloppier than your own, felt so warm and longing for you, pulling you into his own. He just wanted to suck you deep inside of himself (literally and emotionally) so far that you’d never be able to escape. You’d just stay with him and never leave. You felt like his rock, in this very moment. You are his rock, in this very moment.
You’d run out of breath. 1, 2, 3, inhale and exhale. Jungkook had practically twisted himself backwards just to seek the solace of your lips. And so like magnets you’d drawn together again, forehead first, just resting. Just…feeling. Feeling how close you were to one another. Feeling how deeply connected you were in this very moment.
“Do you wanna keep going?” your tone barely above a whisper. So gentle and earnest, just like Jungkook’s longing for you. He was still leaking profusely, though his dick wasn’t hard from the profuse amount of prostate stimulation, balancing just there at the beginnings of madness.
Jungkook struggled to get the words out, or even think them his brain was so scrambled. Mind and body so high off the more than addictive substance that was you.
He swallowed before his head twitched forward in a nod, “wan’ it so bad mommy..” and just like magic there it was again. That sweet, love drunk little bunny. “Wan’ it o-on my back. Wanna see you…wan’ you to see me..”
Oh, fuck.
His words hit your entire reproductive system like a sudden typhoon. You wanted to. You almost moaned out loud.
“Mommy will give you anything you desire sweet thing” Jungkook whimpered before you went to place a warm, chaste peck to his jawline, warning him before you pulled out.
“Is this okay?” your inquiries were met with hasty nods of confirmation. Pillows had been swapped around and bodies had been shuffled. Jungkook’s poor hips have been propped up onto two secure and ridiculously expensive resort pillows. You’d never known anything could cost so much before Jungkook, especially pillows, but your sweet husband deserved the best. “Okay, I’m gonna push in again, then, my love”
And you did.
This mewl was so much different then the last. The last 5 million, you should say. This mewl was warm and, achy, and heartbreakingly pleasureful in the most beautiful of ways. His back arched knee-jerkingly instant, chest raising high and face contorting in ways porn stars could only ever dream of, eyes rolling back at the ecstasy that rushed him. Toes curling and muscles tensing.
“Good boy” you murmur. Two words that go very far for jungkook, seeing as his eyes are still rolled so far back you were afraid they were stuck. That and the fact his ass quite literally just swallowed at least seven inches in mere seconds. You were so impressed. So proud.
“Fuck kookie that’s so hot. Fucking holy shit kookie. That’s so impressive baby. You’re doing so well” Jungkook’s toes were on the verge of breaking from how hard they were curling. Your praise reached nerve endings he didn’t even know existed in his body, and he could only respond with a deep, throat burning mewl that sounded way too similar to a cry. “Hubby I could cum just watching you take my cock, shit kook” ten inches in, and his head dropped to the side, knees raising and spine tensing with a squeal.
“Oh god” his voice was broken and utterly blissed. Not a single thing was swimming in his head other than just how good his wife’s dick felt buried so deep in side his ass. Hole so full he felt like exploding.
“Baby just a little more” you encourage. You can see it on his blissed out face, that little peak of determination coming through “just a little bit more for mommy, come on darling, only a little bit more” and it wasn’t too late after you’d finished those words he’d managed to maneuver down the rest. Despite just being fucked with this thing, he was still so tense. So worked up. You’d grabbed the lube from its miscellaneous space thrown onto the also painfully expensive sheets, opening the cap with its distinct ‘pop’ just to drizzle more onto his quivering hole.
God, it was just so cute. Everything about your muscle bunny was just too cute. Two fingers reached out from your right hand, held like a peace sign and flipped palm faces toward him to rub the slimy substance onto his skin. Spreading it evenly.
Slowly you began to rock your hips.
“Such a good job..” you murmur, closing the lube and allowing it to fall back into the white oceanic of swirling waves of sheets, your hands reach to grip the back of his knees and begin lifting softly, not even a centimeter further than before, allowing him to adjust “mama’s so impressed bunny. You’re doing so well for me”
This time you pulled out a little further than an inch before pushing back in.
“Oh” his delicate voice crumbled, head twitching.
“There you go” with each thrust you were able to pick up until you were fucking him gently, slowly in and out half way, needy man already squirming beneath you in a pleasure you could only imagine.
He’d expressed to you many times the way you make him feel, when you fuck him like this. How everything you do feels good, just because you’re you. But how fucking him…it gives him a moment to completely let go of himself. To completely fall into his sub space until he can’t even hear or see anymore. Only feel. Completely let go and trust you to keep him safe. How you make him feel so comfortable and loved. It motivates you to fuck him with all you’ve got.
“Is that nice, sweetheart?” you question. You can’t peal your eyes away. Not even for a second. You soak up each micro-expression with as much passion as the last. “Does bunny feel so good?”
Jungkook’s eyes were squeezed impossibly tight, fingers gripping at the sheets just there at his hips so tight his knuckles burned a bright white. “Bunny feel…s’good…!” His whole body jolted, mewling the last word out.
There it was.
Impossible to miss, you’d hit his delicate spot.
“That’s so good baby, mommy’s so proud” Jungkook’s grateful whimper from your compliment made you swoon.
“Fa— aaaa….please mommy faster” god this greedily perfect bunny man that was your husband was gonna be the end of you, his head nuzzled to the side, black hair splayed dark across the pillows like a halo, gotten long recently, pitch black. His tattoos, the colorful ones at least, seemed to glow underneath evening light. You complied easily.
The first snap of your hips has jungkook sobbing, jolting forward on the bed with an airy pout, lip ring sparkling with a sudden catch of light.
The whole room is on fire, and like a disease something catches you instantly, and suddenly you can’t help the urge but to lift Jungkook’s legs higher into an almost parallel squat. Muscled, firm dancer legs feel like stone beneath your fingers at the action, the sluttiest whine bellowing from his chest, eyes crossing just to slide back behind his eyelids once more.
He can feel it, so deep and full it’s almost as if you’d reached his stomach. You’re so deep that each flutter and squeeze of his walls sucks you deeper before panicking and attempting to spit you back out. But he can’t. So fucking deep. The prospect makes his moan, loudly, over and over again as your hips pick up speed.
He feels so lost, so floaty that he can’t find himself. His hands race, from the sheets to his thighs, fingers brushing against the skin of your abdomen. He tries to grab it as if it were your shirt. Reaching for it because even though you were so deep, fucking him three days to Sunday and within an inch of his life, he wants you closer. Wants to feel your body and hear you whisper anything in his ear just to know you’re there. Really there and that this isn’t a dream.
He tries to tell you, tries to communicate how he feels but he can’t speak. It only comes out as a long drawn out sob, and three fingers scratching at the skin of your tummy. He’s so close.
“Almost there, bunny? I can feel your pretty little ass forcing me out. Don’t push me away baby, feel it. Feel how deep mommy’s fucking you baby” Three fast slaps pursue your words before he squeals. You’re words are so dirty, so dirty and if his prostrate wasn’t so fucked he’d be as hard as a fucking redwood tree. He’s leaking everywhere like a broken faucet, tears beginning to collect in his eyes. He’s so close.
His eyes shut hard, extraocular muscles on the verge of snapping as his eyes thrash about behind his lids and pretty black lashes.
“Mama” he manages to cry out, force it from his throat like a piece of apple lodged deep. The tears begin to overflow, spilling from his eyes, and then a hiccup “mama!” He mewls again, almost frenzied.
“I’m here jungkook, oh baby mama’s right here. Let go sweetheart. Cum for mommy, jungkook” the slaps have stopped, one last forceful thrust as your pelvis connects with his ass, grinding into his shaking, fluttering hole and demanding he take all of it like the greedy, good boy he is.
“MAMA” he screams it. Even with the distance between other resort rooms and yours and Jungkook’s penthouse hotel, you’re sure another patron has to have heard him. His body shakes violently, trembling and inebriating his mewls and sobs. The shake at the weight of his vocal chords, chest rumbling and hitting perhaps his highest note to date. A record setter for sure. His nails grip at the top of his own thighs, and you have to flatten his fingers out flat with your palms before he draws blood.
“Just like that, bunny, so sexy. Yes bunny. You’re so sexy” practically moaning the words you assure him, continuing to grind your cock as deep in him as it can reach. He looks euphoric, you can almost feel it as he shakes, hiccuping with one last wail as the last spurts of cum shoot out across his upper chest and tummy. Even a little bit on his chin. His chest heaves, soft moans of exertion squeak from his throat. His fingers flap against your stomach, gesturing for you like a puppy does pets.
“Good job Jungkook, oh bunny you did so so well” your hands caress his waist leaning forward to pepper his sweaty face and jaw in smooches. Just as rewarding as his orgasm.
God, he’s still so high. He feels surrounded by you, utterly and completely as if he’d been swaddled in a blanket of you. It’s so much. So much love whelming him in all the good ways that he can’t help but let a few more tears slip. He’s just so lucky.
Little does he know you feel the exact same way.
“…so blessed to have such a sexy, talented man like you kookie” your hands are cupping his face now, kissing away his tears and peppering him in adoration. “so lucky and I just love you so much jungkook” the words that fall from you even if excessive are true, all true and in a vulnerable moment he deserves to hear every earnest one wholeheartedly.
“mommy…ouch…” he sounds quiet and horse as he speaks, wincing as the strap shifts in him.
“Oh— sorry baby” you chuckle, “I’ll pull out in a second, okay? Do you need a second?” You brush the sweaty raven-colored bangs from his forehead to cool him down. He nods. It’s still hot.
“Okay” and so you sit there in silence, brushing the strands of hair out of his face and tracing each feature. Jungkook watches, too. Entrapped and unmoving at the sight of your eyes darting back and forth over his face. Heart so warm and filled and happy.
And in that moment, you both are thinking the same thing.
phone guy’s been so needy for you it’s almost pathetic. being away for a few days made him ponder the ways you’ve been treating him. he loves the attention you give him. he feels special and appreciated when you call him your good boy. he knows his only purpose is to be used by you and make you feel good whenever you have your way with him. you don’t allow him to think for himself at all; being treated like a dumb fucktoy is all he’s ever known.
but where is his reward for being such a good boy for you? a needy, deprived, desperate fuck toy like him couldn’t bare the lack of attention he’s been getting. his cock has been pulsing and aching so terribly; one hand slowly stroking it through his pants while the other holds the phone, letting out soft sighs and groans. he knows he’s not allowed to touch himself when you’re gone, but it just wasn’t fair that you haven’t been returning the pleasure he deserves…
you haven’t been picking up the phone, so he would leave a voice message. “you thought this was just me constantly begging for you to use me like the needy slut i am?” he taunted into the phone the way you taunt to him. “i may be needy, baby, but i need attention… i wanna feel good… so i’ll be giving myself what i deserve. if you don’t give me as much as i give you, i won’t behave. it’s up to you to decide what you’re gonna do to me.”
he could feel the precum already drooling down from his tip and onto his hands, fisting his cock faster for you to hear the lewd and sloppy noises. it turned him on much more knowing that you’re gonna come back to him after hearing the voicemail all pent up and mad from how disobedient he was. putting him in his place for being a greedy slut, taking your frustrations out on him, and reminding him who he belongs to. he fisted his cock faster as he thought about it, purposefully overstimulating himself silly over the phone like a mindless, pathetic whore.
“everyday you use me like your dumb breeding toy, baby. but not today. you only get to listen as i pump and milk myself so fucking hard over the phone while you get nothing.”
he made sure you can hear every staggering moan, every hitching breath, every muttered curse, every pretty little whimper and whine of his. he kept squirming uncontrollably on the sheets as he felt his cock tighten from his orgasm nearing. this was exactly how you would punish him. but it was too bad you couldn’t do it yourself. it was too bad you couldn’t see the mess he’s making all over himself. and he couldn’t fucking wait to see how you’ll react; how you’ll punish and use him until he literally can’t think for himself.
“by the time you finish listening… i’ll be waiting for you when you come home.”
“does it hurt bubba…?” you said lowly, pushing your strap/cock even further inside of naoto as his hands gripped his desk. “look at how tight my prince is…so handsome.” he moaned softly, head on your shoulder with his back arched. naoto was stressed from all of the work he’s been doing, and he begged so, so beautifully to be fucked gently.
your strap/cock slid in and out of him so easily and so softly, just as he wanted. “darling, ssso g-good..!” he was now bent over the desk with your chest on his back, keeping him from squirming. “is my good boy close?” he let you know with a nod and he rolled his eyes back, cum becoming a puddle on the floor. he tried to fuck himself back onto your strap/cock but you pulled out of him. “bubba do you wanna keep going?” naoto whimpered as he felt so empty. he nodded like a baby, begging to he fucked more.
