wax play is so hot like yesss restrain me , yesss pour hot wax on me whilst we both watch it fall onto my skin , yesss praise me for taking it so well and not moving around and absolutely yesyesyessss scrape of the cooled wax with something sharp. mmffghhhh.
Princess pouring wax on her knight's chest and putting her seal on the still hot wax. She's telling them how good they're doing and how nice her seal looks on their chest. The knight is just so happy to be here. Just so happy to be hers.
authors note: kinkmas day one! hiii <3 im gonna be honest - committing to this has felt very daunting for me, but i’m trying to push through! i love all the kinks everyone sent in, so i’m excited to try and bring some fantasies to life! hope you all enjoy xx this is not proofread.
summary: your dominant shows you that pain only amplifies your pleasure
content warning(s): d/s dynamics, slightly nervous reader, wax play, use of both mistress/mommy, kissing, use of sex toy, praise, encouragement
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you’re standing, your arms suspended above you in the air as they were attached to a suspension bar.
“what’s your color milaya?” wanda asks, a finger tracing across your jaw before curling under your chin.
“green, mistress.” you breath out, feeling a shiver run down your spine as wanda’s uses her other hand to scratch up your bare back.
“hmmm..” she hums thoughtfully. she takes in your nervous shifting back and forth and your slightly labored breathing.
you wanted this. you had discussed a wax play scene at length with your dominant and knew it was something you wanted to try. however, now that the moment was finally here, and you stood completely naked before her, you couldn’t help but worry about how the hot wax would feel on your skin.
“you wouldn’t lie to your mistress, would you?” she steps closer to you, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear before cupping your chin more firmly this time.
“no… no mommy. it’s just..” you start but then trail off. you were a little embarrassed at how nervous you felt when you were the one who kept bringing up trying this scene.
“it’s just what, detka? talk to me.” she encourages, her free hand smoothing over your hip.
“will it hurt?” you ask in a small voice, knowing it was a silly question to ask. wanda smiles gently, her finger tapping against your lips.
“yes baby, it will, but i promise it’ll still feel good. if you don’t like it, we can pause or stop at anytime.” she assures you with a gentle voice. her confidence in the scene despite your nerves had you feeling a little better already. she knew you better than you knew yourself—always knowing somehow when to push you and when not to.
you nod your head, swallowing your nerves. your posture straightens, signaling to wanda that you were ready to proceed. she leans down and pecks your nose, smiling gently before backing away from you. she turns around, heading into the closet where all toys and kinky things alike were kept. you hear some rummaging before she returns, balancing a few rose candles in her hands.
you take a moment to admire wanda’s slender figure. she was wearing a black lace bra with matching panties. she looked sinfully sexy, as always. when she steps closer to you, you see all the intricate details in the candles she was holding. they really did look like roses. there was a black one, 2 red, and a royal blue one, each with a sprinkle of gold glitter.
“which color do you want? we can do a mixture too, if you’d like.” she holds them out for you to examine. you think about it for a moment, torn between two colors.
“i want the blue one.” you decide, nodding your head at her left hand.
“good choice.” she leans in, planting a slow, toe curling kiss to your lips. “it’s going to look perfect against your skin.” she purrs, gently sucking on your bottom lip before releasing it.
after discarding the candles you weren’t going to use, she strikes a match and lights the wick of the royal blue rose. your core was throbbing with a dull ache, no barrier to hide the arousal now beginning to drip onto your thigh. your cunt clenched around a toy she had stuffed inside of you that had yet to be turned on.
your breath hitches as she steps close to you again. ever attuned to all your body cues, wanda knows you need just a little more assurance.
“watch.” she commands, shaking her hair off her shoulders. she holds the candle just above her chest and you hold your breath as you wait for the first drop of hot wax to land on her skin.
she gasps softly as the first couple drops fall against her skin. the contrast of the deep color against her paleness is utterly mesmerizing. your eyes flick from her chest up to her face where you can see she’s watching you intently. she smiles sinfully, letting more hot wax drip onto her skin. she bites her lip, her other hand gripping onto your jaw as she leans in to kiss you.
this time when she backs away, she holds eye contact with you. some wax drips onto the floor as she holds it in between your two bodies.
“breath in for me, my beautiful girl.” wanda coos, demonstrating a slow inhalation. you copy her, sucking in a lungful of air.
“that’s it. now, breathe out slowly.” her voice helping you navigate your emotions was hotter than you care to admit. you’re pressing your thighs together now, your eyes wide and full of trust as you hold her gaze.
on your slow exhalation, she lifts the candle up to you, tilting it on a slant so the first few drops land on the top of your right breast. you inhale sharply, your back arching as the heat bloomed through your whole body right down to the tips of your toes. somehow, the temperature was perfect. hot, yes, but the prick of pain was fleeting as the wax hardened rather quickly on your skin.
“how does it feel milaya?” wanda asks, holding the rose away from you. drips of wax paint the floor surrounding your toes as she waits for you to give the green light.
“mm.. good.” you reply, your toes curling and your body shifting perfectly to the side to stimulate your clit. you become hyper aware of the toy she had stuffed inside of you now. the self thrusting and vibrating functions completely turned off for the moment.
“good.” she echoes your reply before lifting the candle so it drips a line across your breasts. you hiss in both pain and pleasure. your back arches again, your arms straining against the suspension bar.
she continues painting your body, the wax dripping all the way down your abdomen. you gasp and writhe beneath her, completely at her mercy. you glance down, seeing streaks of royal blue contrasting with your skin. your eyes flick up to hers where you find that once again, she’d been watching your expressions this whole time. just before you were about to beg for more, you feel the toy buzz to life inside of you.
you moan, your knees buckling slightly as the pleasure buzzes throughout your whole body. with your head now thrown back, wanda lets more of the hot wax drip against your shoulder and collarbones. when she pulls the candle away, she’s quick to use her other hand to grasp onto your jaw, smashing her lips against yours. she kisses you fervently this time, seeming to allow her composure to slip for a second.
“i want to see another pretty color on you.” she says, a little breathless. she retrieves one of the red roses, lighting it and then letting the wax clash with the blue already hardened against your skin. between the buzzing of the toy and the hot pricks of the candle wax, you were starting to get close to climax. the whole scene had your head spinning.
“more mistress! i want more.” you gasp, your arm pulling against the suspension bar to illustrate your growing need.
just then, you feel the toy begin to thrust itself inside of you while the top part buzzes against your aching clit. you let out a shrill whine, the sound cut off when wanda uses her fingers to press the vibrating part of the toy more firmly against you. she lets more red drops fall against your skin, this time dangerously close to your hardened nipples.
“fuck! please!” you whine out, your back arching into her hand.
“are you getting close?” she purrs, the speed of the thrusting and the vibrations increasing as she asks. you nod your head vigorously, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to poorly contain your whimpering.
“mmm, look at you—all whiny and begging for mommy with these pretty colors painted on your skin.” she appraises. your head falls back as you buck your hips against her, feeling the coil tightening in your stomach.
“is this all you imagined it’d be, baby? you like it when mommy marks you like this?” she murmurs, leaning close to you again. by now your body is trembling with your impending release.
“yes! yes mommy!” you cry out, your knees threatening to give out as you writhe and squirm.
“yeah, that’s ’cause you’re my naughty girl, aren’t you? begging me to hurt you like this..” she drips more wax over your breasts, causing you to cry out again, the coil about to snap.
“please! please mommy! i wanna cum!” you gasp breathlessly, your thighs trembling now as she continues to hold the buzzing toy against your clit. your pussy clenches around the toy, the thrusting function driving you wild.
“cum. cum for your mistress, pretty girl.” she encourages. with her permission, the coil finally snaps as white hot pleasure wracks through your body. you whine and writhe, your whole body trembling as you slowly come down from your high.
your eyes drift closed, your limbs feeling heavy and jello-y. wanda unlocks your wrists from the suspension bar, your arms falling onto her shoulders and your whole body slumping against her.
“i’ve got you, milaya moya.” she soothes, her hand smoothing over the back of your head. she reaches down and lifts you up just under your bum. your legs automatically wrap around her waist as you cling to her.
you feel fuzzy and light, like you could float away from earth into a happy place where only you and wanda exist.
as she lays you down on the bed, you curl up next to her, dozing off and dreaming of just that.
Can you make a sub fic where heeseung goes into sub space (in a good way?? Idk how to word it) thank you!!!
coming down.
pairing: subspace!heeseung x gf!femreader
genre: smut (18+) , established relationship
word count: 1.5k
! warnings: sub!heeseung subspace wax play crying multiple orgasms pain kink subdrop safe words power dynamics aftercare
═══════ ♪ i always want you when i'm coming down - the weeknd
Heeseung hadn’t realized when his body had gone into full submission. His only purpose being to feel the sensation of the sharp wax dripping on his body. It should’ve been painful, torturous, but his body was only experiencing pleasure.
All he could do was look up at you with that adoring look in his eyes, going non verbal. You had noticed it when he wasn’t stressed over talking anymore, just feeling.
Squirming with the softest whimpers, his mind was in a haze. Heeseung was a beautiful mess under you. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his eyes glazed over and unfocused, staring at the ceiling and back at you as if he was zoned out on a movie.
You had spent the last hour reducing him to this state, he trusted you enough to take control. A collection of whimpers, pleas, and trembling legs. The ropes were gone now, put away after you’d pushed him to his limit with them. He came so many times, now just on cloud 9 where every touch of yours turned into pleasure.
His wrists had pink marks of your earlier restraints, a temporary brand along with his pretty hickeys that made your chest swell with satisfaction.
He was yours now. Completely.
But the scene wasn’t over, if he wanted to stop, he’d just mutter the safe word. And you’d drop the candle immediately.
His chest flushed a pretty pink, decorated with the drips of hardened red wax. He was gone, floating in that deep subspace you had so carefully curated for him, mind quiet and pliant, his body completely yours to command.
“Say the word for me baby, do you remember it?” you tipped the candle just over his tender nipple, causing him to softly gasp.
“R-red,” Heeseung muttered out.
“That’s right, we can stop at any time.”
“Mm,” he went non-verbal yet again, only replying when you ask him a question. Eyes unfocusing as his mind only paid attention to the series of drips over his soft abs. Wincing softly at the rain.
Your hand then lowered, glancing at his flushed naked body just before you started dripping it on his thighs.
Heeseung took in a shaky breath as he rubbed his sticky thighs together, his past release still painted messily across them. The pain made his cock leak non-stop.
“No, legs spread apart,” you commanded.
And he did just that. A soft, broken whimper was his only response as he forced his trembling thighs apart, exposing himself completely to you.
“Good job, Seungie,” his lashes fluttered at his favorite ever nickname, his eyes flickering to your lips. He craved your kisses so bad, but he knew he had to earn them.
You try to hold back a smile, but your lips twitched upwards into one anyway, “You’ll cum one last time for me won’t you? I won’t use my hands this time~”
You tilted the candle again, this time aiming for the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He watched with wide, hazy eyes as the first droplet fell. It landed just a centimeter from his balls, and the sharp, intense sting made his entire body jolt. A choked cry escaped his lips, his back arching off the bed. You knew just how far you could go, the pain was enough to sting, but not enough to leave a burn, you had bought these specific candles just for him.
“Ha…ha..” his breathing was the most gorgeous, uncontrolled mess, he wasn’t trying to react in an appealing way, it was just raw submission. And something about that carelessness turned you on.
His mind was free of thoughts, only conscious for you, still here..she’s still here. He tries to think, but loses his thoughts immediately, mind existing for you and the pleasure you bring him.
You shifted and laid stomach faced down between his legs, face just inches away from his cock. He spread his legs instinctively to make more space for you. The red candle in your other hand, flame dangerously close. His thighs trembled beneath you as you licked a stripe up his messy cock. “Mm, so sweet for me.”
“You won’t hate me for this will you?” you cooed before giving him a chance to react, a sharp drip tipping down the shaft of his dick before it hardened.
His entire body seized, arching into a perfect bow before your weight held him down. His heels dug into the mattress. The pain was blinding, his subspace-addled mind instantly transmuted it into the most profound pleasure he had ever felt. You locked your fingers with his, he held on tightly.
Heeseung went silent before breaking down into numerous sharp gasps. After cumming multiple times, his over-sentisized dick immediately translated any form of touch into pleasure. His vision went white, and for a moment, he was sure he had died. His cock pulsed violently, and he came, hard, white ropes of cum splattered across his stomach and chest without a single touch.
The prettiest sight you had ever seen.
You gave him a moment to mutter, or even whisper, the safe word. When you heard nothing, the play truly began.
The only answer was the ragged breaths tearing from his lungs as he shuddered through the most intense orgasm of his life. He didn’t say the word. Of course he didn’t. He was yours, and he trusted you to take him however far you wanted to go.
“You’ll take it all for me baby?”
Heeseung nodded repeatedly, lips quivering as tears ran messily down his cheeks.
You didn’t stop. You let another droplet fall, this one on the sensitive ridge just below the head. Then another, and another, tracing a line of liquid fire down the shaft. His screams dissolved into desperate, choked sobs, body writhing uncontrollably.
His skin was slick with sweat and tears, his cock a mess of hardened wax and fresh, leaking pre-come. Another orgasm rising up. You had lost count of how many times he had come already, but felt excitement crawl up every time you watched him get hard again.
He was gone, completely submerged in the feeling, his mind a blank slate. The candle was burning down quickly now, the pool of wax growing larger. You decided to finish it. Instead of individual drops, you tilted the candle further, letting it steadily drip down all at once. It took him a moment before it registered to his brain.
That’s what broke him.
The continuous, unrelenting heat was too much. His eyes rolled back into his head. Abs tightening as his fists clutched the sheets.
“Fuck..fuck..it..mmh!—”
His cock, trapped under the hardening shell of wax, pulsed violently. A shattering orgasm ripped through him but this time, there was nothing left to give. Just plain dry, a spasm of pure pleasure, limbs trembling which left him utterly limp and panting beneath you.
Heeseung’s trembling hand reached out to grip yours, “R-red.. Red– please..”
And then you blew out the flame, tossing the leftover candle away off the bed.
Tears streamed down his face, his body wracked with shudders. He was deep, so deep in subspace that he was barely conscious, his mind a quiet, peaceful void after the sensory storm.
“We’re stopping. I’ve got you,” you murmured, your voice soft and urgent as you reached up, thumbs brushing away the tears.
He wasn’t just crying from the intensity, the first tendrils of subdrop were already coiling in his gut. The harsh comedown from the chemical high of subspace and adrenaline, the pleasure was fading and all he could feel was the exposed nerve of vulnerability.
You knew you had to treat him right, when he’s coming down from his high.
“Open your eyes, I’m right here.”
It took a moment, but his lashes fluttered, his adoring eyes now held a hint of fear.
Maybe you went too far.
“Sit up for me, can you?” your hands gently caressed his arm. He blinked at you for a moment.
And then he clung to you, so tight.
“You okay?” you asked softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.
He shook his head, his face still hidden in your neck. “I..I feel..empty,” he choked out, his voice hoarse and fragile.
You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at his face. His eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, his expression so vulnerable it made your chest ache. You cupped his cheek in your hand, stroking his skin with your thumb.
“It’s a drop, the feeling will go away, Hee. You want me, I’m here mm?”
Your thumb traced slow, grounding circles into his back until the space inside him didn’t feel so hollow anymore, just open. He finally felt conscious of the sensation, mind clearer as he focused on grounding himself.
Somehow you made it so easy, his heart swelled.
He pulled away minutes later, his expression warm with a tinge you couldn’t place your finger on.
“Can you do this more often..?”
You tilt your head, studying his face. “Like, the candles?”
“No..holding me. I like you next to me when I feel like this,” his fist softly clutches your shirt as he studies your eyes with his sweet ones.
“So cute this way, wanting me in your arms as you come down baby.”
“Always want you.”
-- assumed it's the body safe candles specifically made for wax play
-- i still might not have the concept of subspace down completely idkidk lmk but these reqs are fun keep them coming
