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The last Borani woman was born over four generations ago. Their race was once balanced. Now, it isn’t. For decades, Borani males have been forced to travel beyond their own world in hopes of finding compatible mates. And eventually, science caught up.

After many years of failed experiments and talks with other species, Borani scientists found that human women from Earth were the best match for their kind since their bodies could handle the size and shape of Borani male biology.

You were recruited two years ago under a diplomatic initiative, a carefully curated program that invited healthy, willing, human women to live in Zorelia. The goal was to preserve the Borani race through cultural exchange and potential mating bonds. 

It wasn’t framed as an interspecies breeding program, though everyone knew that was part of the long-term plan. For now, your job was to live among them. To teach them about human customs, intimacy, and emotions. And to be observed in return.

You now live in the capital, deep in the heart of the royal city. Your quarters are located within the royal palace itself.

Your current assignment is your most prestigious one yet: Crown Prince Taehyung. Sixth of seven royal sons, all born of different diplomatic unions with non-Borani women. Each brother carries the unmistakable features of their father, the King.

Taehyung isn’t the heir. That title belongs to his older brother, Seokjin. But his role is just as vital. As a prince, he is required to serve the royal court. His duty now is to study Earth, and eventually travel there to help convince more human women to join the diplomatic program. But before he can do that… he needs to understand your kind. That’s where you come in.

You’ve spent nearly seven months under his personal protection, leading daily “cultural briefings”, which is a very formal name for what are essentially long, open-ended conversations about Earth.

You’ve tried to keep things professional. Really, you have. But with Taehyung, it’s almost impossible. He’s tall, graceful, with pale violet skin and dark hair that always falls into his eyes. His voice is deep and that boxy smile of his is way too cute for your own good.

He teases you all the time. A hand brushing yours when you correct his pronunciation, the sly look he gives when you mention human affection, the way he draws out your name like it’s special. But it’s not just flirting. He really wants to understand your people, your world. You.

What started as a small crush has grown into something you can’t brush off. Late nights on the palace, trading stories, laughing until you’re breathless. Him letting you see pieces of his life he doesn’t show anyone else. You opening up in ways you didn’t expect.

So far you’ve taught him your language, history, art, and music. He’s particularly obsessed with jazz, always asking you to play old Earth recordings during your sessions. Today's topic is the one you’ve been putting off for a while: human reproduction and sexuality.

You’re both seated on the floor of the private study salon, deep in the royal wing. The space is warm, the floor layered with thick carpets that cushion your knees. Piles of oversized cushions are scattered around you like a nest. 

Taehyung sits across from you with his legs folded and one hand resting on his knee. He’s dressed in palace robes made of deep green silk with gold stitching on the cuffs and collar. The smooth fabric hangs loose on his tall body and gathers around his hips, showing part of his chest. The robe is tied low at his waist and slips easily over his broad shoulders. There’s nothing underneath. No shirt, no pants, no underwear. It 's tradition.

You’re wearing a simple version of the traditional Borani robes. There’s no real female style anymore since there haven’t been Borani women for generations, so this is just a softer, adjusted version of the men’s robes, made to fit your human body.

You could’ve worn your Earth clothes, you brought them with you. But here in the palace, you wanted to show respect and to fit in, so you picked this. It’s light and breathable, and in some places, almost see-through. And just like Taehyung, nothing underneath. 

In front of you, a hologram of a female body floats. It’s from a basic human biology database. You already covered the male body earlier, it was quick because their biology is pretty close to humans, just smaller. Now, it’s time to learn about the female form.

You point at the figure’s chest. “These,” you say, “are the mammary glands. On human females, they develop larger and are used to feed newborns.”

Taehyung leans in, brow furrowed, his eyes flicking from the sketch to your face. “You use this part of your body to… nourish your young?”

You nod. “Exactly, Your Highness.”

Taehyung chuckles softly. “Kitten. I’ve told you a hundred times. Just call me Taehyung. Or Tae.” That nickname again, kitten.  When you were teaching Taehyung about Earth animals, he really liked the small ones, especially kittens. After you showed him a video of a kitten playing with a ball of yarn, he smiled and said, “You’re like a kitten. Small and cute, but fierce.”

From then on, ‘Kitten’ became his favorite way to address you. You let out a soft laugh. “Exactly, Tae.”

He tilts his head slightly, studying the diagram. “Do all humans experience sensation here?” he asks, pointing to the chest. 

You clear your throat, a little caught off guard by his tone. “Right. The nipples, specifically. They’re… sensitive for many people. They can be part of, uh… foreplay. During sex.”

He blinks slowly. “Foreplay.” The way he repeats it, like he’s tasting the word, makes your skin feel warmer. “And this sensitivity… is it the same for every human female?”

“No,” you say. “It varies.”

He shifts on the cushion, one hand resting lazily on his knee. “I’m more of a hands-on learner,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours with a teasing sparkle. “It’s a pity we only have a hologram.”

You feel your pulse skip at the way he says it, the subtle tease hanging in the air between you. Screw it. If he wants a visual lesson, you’ll give him one. Your fingers tug at the knot at your waist, and with one slow pull, your tunic loosens and slips down your shoulders. The fabric pools around your hips before you push it aside completely. The air feels cooler against your skin, but it’s the look on Taehyung’s face that sends heat crawling up your neck.

You’ve always been proud to represent the big titty committee, and by Earth standards your breasts are big.

“Do all females on your planet have... breasts this size?” he asks, nodding toward your chest.

You smile and you rest your hands on your thighs. “No. Some are smaller, some bigger. There’s no ‘right’ size. But yeah… back home my tits are considered pretty large.”

Taehyung looks at you, confused. “Tits?”

You laugh softly. “It’s just a vulgar way of saying breasts. People use it when they want to be casual… or a little dirty.”

Humming softly, almost to himself, he looks up at you again. “You said the nipples are sensitive. That they’re used in foreplay.”

“Yeah. Some people really enjoy it. Touching, licking, sucking…” You pause, a slow smile creeping onto your lips as you meet his gaze. “There are a lot of ways it can feel good.”

Taehyung remains quiet for a few seconds, and asks softly, “are you one of those who feels pleasure? If someone did what you just said… would you enjoy it?”

Gently, you guide his hand to your breast, touching it softly, inviting him without words. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” you whisper.

He reaches out slowly, his big fingers brushing your breast before cupping it fully. The heat of his hand makes you breathe out, and when he gently pinches your nipple between two fingers, a shiver runs through you.

“Mmhm,” you hum, nodding softly. “A little more pressure.”

He adjusts. Firmer this time, giving a small tug. You moan softly, your back arching into his hand. He watches closely, leaning in.  “Tell me more,” he whispers.

“Mmm… try rolling it between your fingers,” you say, guiding him. He does it again. And again. You close your eyes for a moment as the slow, deep pleasure builds in your belly.

When you look at him again, he’s staring at you. “Yeah… just like that,” you breathe. “You can use your mouth too, if you want.”

Taehyung leans in and sucks your right nipple into his mouth, his warm tongue against your skin. At first, he’s gentle, but as your moans grow louder, he gets bolder. His hand moves to your other breast, fingers spreading wide as he squeezes and rolls the soft flesh, making you shiver. Your fingers slip into his hair, and a needy sound escapes you.

“You can suck a little harder,” you whisper, your voice shaking with pleasure. A soft moan slips out. “Try using your tongue in circles.” He follows your instructions immediately, eager to learn, and desperate to please you.

He pulls back from your nipple and looks up at you. “Am I doing good? Does it feel good?” You nod. He smiles and dives back in, his tongue moving in slow, teasing circles like before.

“That feels really good, Tae,” you breathe, your hips shifting slightly where you sit. “You’re doing perfect. So good.”

He hums softly against your skin, you’re not sure if he’s proud or just loving the praise. Maybe both. You move his head a bit, letting him switch sides. When he takes your other nipple in his mouth, the wet heat makes your whole body jump.

After a few minutes ,maybe more, of him sucking and touching your breasts, a hot feeling builds inside you. His soft mouth and gentle touch are more than you expected, but you push yourself to say, “We should– fuck! We should keep going with the lesson.”

Taehyung lets go of your breasts with a quiet whine. “Do we really have to?”

Moving closer, he pulls you so you’re practically straddling him. His hard length presses against your core. His right hand cups your left breast, pinching your nipple and tugging at it gently, while his left hand slides around your back, pulling you even closer. At the same time, his mouth finds your right nipple again, and you feel his tongue flicking against it. You can’t help but let out a high moan.

Taehyung looks up, a cocky smile playing on his lips. “I assume you like it when I do that?”

You smirk, eyes gleaming. “Yeah, I do… but if you keep sucking on my tits like that, I might not be able to show you what comes next.”

He grins but doesn’t move away. Instead, he leans in closer, hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. His thumbs rub over your nipples, making them hard again and push your breasts together and press his mouth between them.

You gasp as his lips move from one nipple to the other, kissing and licking slowly. One hand squeezes your breast while his thumb circles the other nipple, pulling a soft whimper from you.

Then he sucks both nipples into his mouth at once, tongue flicking between them while he holds your breasts tight. The hot, wet feeling rushes through you, making your thighs twitch around him.

He pauses and his lips are still on your skin. Then he pulls back, licking his lips with a satisfied smile.

“Mmm,” he hums. “As much as I want to stay here all day…” He runs his thumb over your wet breast, giving it one last squeeze. “You’re the teacher.”

You take a shaky breath and sit back a little, spreading your legs. You pull off the rest of your tunic and lean back on your elbows, fully bare.

“So...” you say, breathing a bit shaky, “this part on the outside is called the vulva. But the most sensitive spot, this right here” you part your folds with your fingers, showing your swollen clit and wet entrance, “most people just call it the pussy.”

Taehyung’s eyes darken, locked on you.

“Pussy,” he repeats softly, tasting the word like it’s special. His lips curl into a curious smile.

“That’s the clitoris. It’s… very sensitive. Kind of like the tip of the male sex organ. Except it’s not for reproduction. It’s just for pleasure.”

He blinks. “Just for pleasure?”

You nod and his hand slowly moves between your legs. He looks up for permission, and you give it with a small nod. His fingers slide in and brush lightly over your clit.  You gasp, and his hand flinches back.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him quickly, reaching down to guide him back. “Just keep it gentle at first.”

He watches you closely and follows your instructions. His touch is featherlight, a little awkward at first, but he’s a fast learner. It doesn’t take long before your breathing grows heavier.

“I want to feel inside,” he murmurs in a low voice. “Will you show me what it’s like?”

Your cheeks flush, but you nod. “You can use your fingers. One first.”

He does. Slowly, carefully, he slides a long finger inside you. You feel the stretch, and it makes you groan softly, and your hips lift to meet his digit.

“You’re… wet,” he murmurs, lips parted. “Is this normal? Did I – did I hurt you?”

You shake your head quickly as your hips roll toward his hand. “No, Tae,” you say. “Human females get wet when we’re turned on. It means I want you.”

“So tight…” he breathes. His eyes are fixed on the place where his hand disappears between your thighs.

“Add another,” you whisper. “You won’t hurt me.”

He does. Two fingers now, thick and long, stretching you wide as he sinks them in slowly. Your walls clench around the intrusion, and he groans, fascinated by the way your body pulls him in.

“Curl them,” you pant. Reaching down, you wrap your hand over his wrist, guiding him. “Toward the front.” He follows your lead, curling his fingers. “There,” you breathe, throwing back your head with pleasure. “God. Right there. Keep doing that. It feels so good.”

You spread your thighs wider. Your knees are bent and your heels dig into the soft carpet. His other hand holds your inner thigh, opening you so he can watch his thick fingers slide deep into your wet cunt again and again.

His fingers stretch you like a human cock would. Your pussy twitches, hungry for more, and every time his knuckles brush your entrance, you whine.

Your hands grip the cushions as you lift yourself, hips grinding against his palm. Taehyung stares, completely lost watching your pussy stretched around his fingers. He moves lower between your legs and leans in. You feel his warm breath before your folds. “Can I taste you? Would that feel good?” He asks with a curious tone, looking at you.

Nodding, you open your legs more for him. “Y-yes, Taehyung. You can,” you murmur. Your body is already tightening in anticipation.

He moves between your legs, one hand spreading them open while the other stays resting at your entrance. His mouth stays close, and his warm breath on your skin makes you shiver.

His tongue moves from your wet entrance up to your clit. A smile tugs at your lips. “Keep doing that. Use your tongue like that again. It 's good.”

Diving back in, his tongue moves over your folds. He gets bolder, before settling on your clit. “That’s it,” you moan. “Stay right there. Mmmh.” He takes you into his mouth gently, then moves his tongue slowly over the sensitive spot. Your fingers hold his hair, pulling a little as your thighs press against his shoulders. “You’re doing so good, Tae. It feels amazing.”

He moans against you. The sound vibrates through your clit, and your whole body jerks. The praise clearly gets to him, his fingers tighten on your thigh, and his tongue speeds up.

“Fuck, Tae. Yes, yes, just like that!”

He hears it in your tone, feels the way your body tenses. His tongue never stops moving, his lips locking around your clit tighter, sucking harder. 

You guide him softly, “Put your fingers back inside me… keep licking while you do it.”

As his fingers slide in, you shiver from the feeling and push your hips harder against his mouth. The wet, messy sounds of his tongue move over you, driving you closer and closer, until you break, shaking and crying out as you come.

Your thighs shake around his head, but he doesn’t stop until your loud moans turn into soft whimpers. He only pulls away when your body sinks back against the cushions. His mouth and chin shine with your wetness.. “Did I do good? Did you like it?” he asks as he licks his lips.

You blink, still trying to catch your breath. “You did so good, Tae. Fuck. You made me cum so hard.”

He grins. “I like making you sound like that. It sounds… what was the word in your language again? Sexy?”

“Y-yeah… something like that.”

Before your breathing has even settled, Taehyung reaches for you. His big and strong arms pull you back into his lap, like you weigh nothing. And for someone his size, you don't. Your legs are still a bit shaky from your orgasm, but you don’t resist, and let him move you. 

Your thighs slide around his waist again, settling over his hips. He’s still dressed, the smooth fabric of his palace robe cool beneath your bare skin. You can feel the hard press of him under you, thick and pulsing through the layers between you.

He looks at you as if you were his whole universe. Then he smirks and buries his face right back in your breasts.

“Again?” you laugh, breathless as he wraps his lips around one nipple.

Reaching up, you tilt his chin toward you. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. Taehyung stiffens, surprised, but follows your lead. His lips move awkwardly at first… then, slowly, he kisses you back. His hands grip your waist, pulling you close. You pull back just a little, whispering against his lips.

“That,” you say as you look directly into his eyes. “It's called a kiss. Humans do it when they’re close. When they care about someone…when they’re in love.”

He blinks at you, brow furrowing just slightly. “So you… you kissed me because you're in love? With me?”

You freeze for a second and your heart thumps hard in your chest. “I…” You swallow. You weren’t planning to say it like this. Maybe you weren’t planning to say it at all. But it’s true.

Shifting slightly in his lap, your hands slide down to rest on his chest. “I think I’ve felt it for a while now,” you murmur. “I just… didn’t want to say it out loud. I mean…You’re the prince. I wasn’t sure if I even had the right to feel that way about you.”

Taehyung stares at you for a long moment. Then he cups your face in both hands, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“I thought maybe it was wrong,” he says. “You were sent here to teach me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every day and night. The way you laugh. The way you treat me like I’m a normal person, like I’m more than just a prince.” He pauses, his thumb brushing your jaw. “I think I fell for you the moment I saw you.”

“I wanted to tell you,” you whisper. “So many times. But I thought about your father…”

“My father already knows,” Taehyung says softly. “He sees how I look at you and how I protect you. He asked me if it was love, and I said yes.” You blink, surprised.

A rush of feeling hits you so hard you almost lose yourself. You lean in, pressing your forehead against his. “I do love you,” you whisper softly. “I was just scared before.”

He closes his eyes. “I love you too, kitten.” he says as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His hands are on your thighs, holding you gently in place, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

You move slightly in his lap, shifting your weight. Your hips start to grind against him without you thinking. You can feel the thick, hard length of his cock pressed right against your wet pussy, with only the thin, damp silk of his robe between you. You kiss him again, then pull back just a little. “I want you inside me, Tae.”

Taehyung blinks, looking dazed.  You smirk and roll your hips again, dragging your folds over the thick shape beneath the silk. He swallows hard as his eyes drop to where your bodies press together, then rising to meet yours again. “I want it too,” he says with a smirk. “But I’ve seen the human diagrams,” he says. His voice comes up almost hesitant. “I know what your males look like. I’m... not the same. Not in proportion.”

You raise an eyebrow and roll your hips forward again, slower this time. Your clit rubs against the thick ridge of his cock through the fabric. Bitting your lip, you watch him closely as his hands tighten on your hips. “Not the same,” you echo. “As in… way bigger?I know it.”

He groans softly, clearly struggling to hold back. “You don’t understand. It’s not just bigger. It’s… thicker. Longer. Even for my kind, I’m big.” He swallows hard and his eyes flick to where you’re grinding against him. “And you,” his hands reach out, grabbing your waist “,you’re so tiny compared to me.”

You look him in the eye and smile, a mischievous glint playing on your lips. “You’d be surprised what I can take.” Reaching between you, your hand slides over his hardness through the fabric. Taehyung shudders at the contact and moves closer to your hand.

“I want you, Tae,” you say as your hands slide down, gathering the folds of his robe at his waist, your fingers brushing where the fabric tents over his cock. “Let me see. Please.” You lean forward, kiss his lips once. “I don’t care how big you are. I’ll take it.” You move in his lap again. Your hands reach down to the tie on his robe as your fingers play with the knot.  “Lay back for me,” you whisper.

Taehyung blinks, a little surprised, but does what you ask, leaning back on his elbows, spreading his legs a bit under you. You slide off his lap and kneel between his thighs, hands on the soft carpet to steady yourself. Your fingers find the knot at his waist, and slowly, you pull it loose.

The robe falls open. Your mouth parts slightly. “Oh… wow.”

His cock is already rock-hard, and it’s… massive. Fucking huge. Long, thick, almost intimidating, making your thighs press together instinctively.

Taehyung looks nervous. “Is it too much?”

You shake your head, eyes locked on him. “No. It’s perfect.”

You reach out, running your fingers down the length of it. He groans softly, his thighs tensing on either side of you.

“You’re so big,” you murmur. “No wonder you thought you wouldn’t fit.”

You wrap your hand around the base, not even able to close your fingers fully, and stroke him slowly, marveling at the way his cock twitches in your grip. Taehyung leans back more, spreading his legs wider. 

You slide forward on your knees until you’re snug between his thighs, your breasts brushing against his legs as you lean in. Your hand strokes slowly up the length of his cock again, and your mouth waters just looking at it.

“You have no idea,” you murmur with your eyes fixed on his, “how badly I want this dick inside me.”

His cock twitches hard in your grip, and his head falls back, a deep growl rumbling low in his throat. His eyes snap down to you, “You’re not scared?”

You smirk, licking your lips. “No. But I might need you to go slow.”

His breath hitches again, cock twitching in your hand. “I’ll do anything you want,” he says, voice thick with need. “Just tell me what to do.”

You shift, sliding back until your shoulders sink into the cushions. He helps you ease your legs up, pulling them close to your chest. Your knees are bent, your calves rest on his broad shoulders as your ankles frame his neck. The angle pulls you wide open, the soft heat between your thighs exposed.

Taehyung is above you now, he leans down just enough to bring the head of that enormous cock to your slit. The tip drags slowly, a teasing glide along your wetness. He slaps it hard against you a few times, making you gasp and grind against him.

Swallowing hard, his eyes move from your face down to where his cock rests against you. “You’re so small,” he says, quiet, sounding worried. “I don’t know if I can… if I’ll hurt you. I’m–”

“Too big?” you finish for him, a little breathless. You shift your hips, just enough to feel the blunt head of him nudge at your entrance, heat curling low in your belly. “Yeah. I know.  I want all of that big, fat cock stretching me. Making me scream your name until everyone in this palace knows how good you fucked me.”

His thumb brushes over the soft skin of your hips, and as he leans in, the top presses into your entrance.

The first push makes you gasp. Not from pain, but from the intense stretch, the feeling of being so full it almost doesn’t seem possible. He stays still, watching your face, waiting for you to be okay.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “If it’s too much. If you need… a break.”

You close your eyes for a second. “No. No. I like it. Keep going.”

He slides the head of him in another fraction and he pauses, letting you adjust, letting your body accept him. His hands tighten slightly on your hips.

You’re wide open for him now. He’s still careful, afraid he might hurt you. But your hungry, lust-filled eyes pull him closer, making him push more of himself inside you.

“For the love of the two suns,” he breathes, feeling your pussy clench around him. “You’re so tight.”

“Deeper, Tae…,” you breathe. Taehyung adjusts his hold. His cock’s only halfway in, already stretching you so much your body trembles, and there’s still more of him to go. You bite your lip, arching beneath him. “More,” you whisper. “I want all of you.”

He swallows and moves his body to go deeper. The stretch feels strong as your pussy tightens and loosens around him. His cock rubs inside you while he sinks deeper than you ever imagined.

“Ah!” you gasp as your hand rushes to your belly. There's a bulge, right below your navel, a clear outline, where the thickest part of him presses from inside.

“Oh my god. You’re so deep,Tae. So deep inside me. I can feel you, here,” you whimper, staring down at it, your fingers brushing over the firm swell.

He groans, voice trembling. “I can see it,” he whispers, eyes locked on the bulge.

He slides all the way in. All the way. Until you feel the heavy press of his balls against your ass. Your legs shake where they’re hooked over his shoulders, and you breathe hard, the deep, hot pleasure nearly overwhelming you. You’re full of him.

“I feel like I’m gonna break, but I like it so fucking much.” you breathe, smiling as you say it, because you don’t want him to stop. “You’re so deep.”

Leaning forward, Taehyung rests his weight over you. His chest touches yours, and he stares into your eyes, unable to believe this is real. His eyes stay on the bulge in your belly, his cock pulsing deep inside you. 

You smile at him with sleepy eyes and move your hips a little, rubbing against the base of his cock like you want him to go deeper. He’s fully inside you, buried to the base, and he still hasn’t moved. You can feel the tension in his arms as he hovers above you.

“Move,” you whisper, shifting your hips beneath him. “I can take it.”

“You’re so tight, so small,” he breathes. “I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

Your nails dig into his forearms, pulling him closer. “I don’t care if it hurts,” you pant. “I want it to hurt. I want to feel you splitting me open. Fuck me. Hard, your Highness.”

He groans, and pulls back, just a few inches, before sinking in again. The first thrust is careful, slow the stretch making your toes curl. Another thrust. Then another. You wrap your arms around the back of your thighs, pulling them up higher until he slips his hands under your calves and lifts, guiding your ankles to rest on his shoulders again.

Your breasts bounce with each impact of his hips against yours, the soft slap of skin echoing between your moans. His eyes drop to your chest, fascinated. You smirk.

“You like that?” you pant. “You like how my tits bounce every time you fuck me with that huge cock? With that big, fat dick?” His thrusts stop for a beat and slams back in, harder than before. The force rocks you up the cushion making you giggle.

“Oh, you really like it,” you tease, dragging your nails down your belly, right to where he’s still visibly stretching you from the inside. Your other hand slides up, cupping one breast, squeezing until your nipple hardens between your fingers. You give it a slow pinch, and your eyes never leave his, loving his facial expressions.  His hands slide lower, gripping your thighs now, as he drives forward again.

Your eyes roll back as his cock drags along your walls. You feel full, stuffed, the thick weight of him pressing against all of the nerves inside your cunt. Compared to Taehyung, every dick you’d had back on Earth feels like nothing. He’s ruined you for good.

“God,” you gasp. “You’re deep, Tae…”

“You’re taking my dick so well,” he pants as he rocks into you again. “So perfect. I can feel you squeezing me every time I move.”

“Because you’re so big. I can’t help it. It’s too much, but I love it.”

He growls quietly, lowering his head between your legs as your thighs come up and your bodies touch, chest to chest. You’re ridiculously flexible, and he’s more than aware, because this position lets him drive even deeper. When he thrusts again, you scream. A desperate cry, the pleasure exploding through you like fireworks. “Oh fuck, fuck! Right there, Tae.”

His mouth is on yours. His lips crash into yours as he fucks you through your moans. You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him, as if you need to anchor yourself to reality. The kiss is messy, and you bite his bottom lip, making him groan.  

He loves it. Loves how you whine into his mouth, how your legs move around him.

“I love when you scream for me,” he groans against your lips. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m close,” you gasp. “Tae, I'm gonna come.”

 “You are?” he breathes. “Give it to me, kitten. I wanna make you feel good”

His thrusts change, sharper, deeper. Just the way he now knows you like them. He’s figured it out what your body needs, and now he’s giving it to you. “You’re so full with my cock,” he whispers, more in awe than lust. “You feel so good. I wanna feel you cum. Please, let me feel you.”

You are overwhelmed by how deep he is, how good he is, how much he wants this for you. “Don’t stop,” you choke out. “Oh my God!”

Your body locks around him, clenching hard, and he gasps at the sudden tightness. Your orgasm runs through you like a wave.

“Kitten– ” he pants as his voice is close to breaking. “You’re squeezing me. Your pussy is so tight it's driving me insane.”

You shake as your arms wrapped around his neck. He presses his forehead to yours, lips brushing against your cheek, your mouth, your neck.  “Did I do good?,” he whispers in a soft voice.

Nodding, you kiss him. “So good,” you breathe.

Taehyung stares, completely fixated on your breasts. The way they rise and fall with each breath has him mesmerized. He leans back just a little, licking his lips. “Your breasts…” he murmurs as he tugs one nipple between his fingers. “If I got you pregnant… would they get bigger?” His voice drops lower. “Would they be filled with milk?”

“Yes… They’d swell, Tae. Get heavy. My belly would grow too, round and tight with your baby.”

His cock twitches, and you feel the thickness drag against your walls as he pulls out just a bit, only to slam back in harder.

“I want that,” he whispers. “I want to see you round with your belly full of my baby. Your tits leaking, just for me.”

“Yeah? You’d want that?” Your fingers slide down to your belly, pressing lightly where he’s stretching you deep and you feel the outline of his cock.

He pulls out nearly all the way before pushing back in, and you let out a choked moan. “I’d hold them in my hands all the time,” he pants, leaning down to mouth your breast. “Suck the milk out of you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”

You whimper, clenching around him. His cock twitches inside you, and the tension in his shoulders tightens as he pushes in again, harder now.

“You like thinking about me getting you pregnant? About putting a baby inside you?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” you sob. “More, tell me more.”

A flash of hunger crosses his face. He adjusts his grip on your hips, angles higher, and drives in so deep you swear you see stars.

“I’d rub your belly when it starts to show.” he breathes, one hand sliding down to your belly, almost in a possessive way, as if he was already picturing you big, swollen with his child. “Rub it while I fuck you. Watch you get heavier, because of me.”

You arch into him, nearly crying from how good he feels. He shifts again, pinning your legs high, bending you nearly in half. You feel that sweet, perfect pressure on your g-spot, sending sparks up your spine.

“I’d bend you over,” he groans. “Tug your nipples until they drip all over the sheets, then fuck you deep. I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep going until you were crying from how full you are.” Taehyung grips your thighs tighter, adjusting the angle to go deeper inside you. “I’d suck your tits until your milk is leaking down my chin. Drink from you while I breed you again.” he mutters against your skin, and you feel his hot breath against your nipple.

Capturing your nipple in his mouth, he sucks hard. Your body jerks beneath him, overstimulated. “You’d fuck me while I’m leaking?” you whisper, panting. “Even when I’m so full with your cum that I’m dripping all over your cock?”

“Yes,” he growls against your breast, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he thrusts harder. “I’d keep fucking you even when you beg me to stop. Watch your tits bounce while I use your body. Would you like that?”

You moan, nearly sobbing. “Yes! I’d beg for more. I’d ride your cock with your baby in me and ask for another. I want to feel you lose control in me. Keep me stuffed with your cum and fuck it back in.”

Taehyung snarls as hips slam deeper against your pussy. “Gods,” he groans. “You take my dick so well. I’d breed you again before the last load even finished dripping out of you.” His hand slips under your thigh, holding you in place as he ruts into you, sweat sliding down his spine. “You’d walk around dripping with my seed. Everyone would know. I did that. That I bred you. That you’re mine.”

“And I’d let you,” you pant, legs trembling, walls clamping tight around his cock with each thrust. “I’d let you fill me every day, just to feel full again.”

He shoves in hard, the tip grinding deep as his cock twitches violently. Leaning in, almost breathless, Taehyung cups your cheek with one trembling hand. “Y/N… are you sure?” His voice is low, almost fragile. “If I finish like this…I’ll knot. My kind... we don’t – we can’t – pull out. Once I come, I’ll swell and stay inside. You’ll be stuck with me.”

You’ve heard about it. When male Borani orgasm, their cock swells at the base. It locks them deep inside their partner, making sure they stay close while all their cum stays in. It’s part of their body, part of their nature. Once it happens, they’re stuck together until the swelling goes down.

You see the worry in his eyes, how much this means to him. But you also see the love. You want him, all of him.

Taehyung’s entire body trembles. His cock twitches again. “Tell me,” he whispers, like he needs to hear it from your lips to believe it. “Tell me to do it. Tell me to put a baby inside you. To make you full with my seed.”

You reach up, cupping his face with both hands.  “I want your cum inside me, Taehyung,” you say as you caress him. “Tie me to you. Knot me so deep I can’t move. Fill me until I’m leaking. I want you to breed me. I want your baby”

He’s so close, you can feel it. Each tremor in his thighs, every erratic snap of his hips. Taehyung’s breath stutters and his pace becomes uneven, desperate, almost.

“Stars above,” he groans, “I can’t, Y/N. I’m gonna –”

You slide your hands up his back, and you whisper near his ear. “It’s okay, Tae… Let go for me. You feel so good. So deep.” You can barely take him, stretched to the edge, but it’s perfect. He's so big, so thick. He was made to fill you up and ruin you for anyone else. “Your cock’s so big, Tae. It’s too much, but I love it. I need it.” He moans and you tighten your legs around him. “Come in me, Tae. Fill me.”

That sends him over the edge and a deep sound tears from his throat, and he slams into you one final time ,deep, so deep, before he shudders violently. 

“Take it, kitten,” he growls. “Take all of my cum. Gods, you’re gonna be so full.”

You feel the heat of his seed filling you up. His cum floods you, hotter than anything human, thicker too.  You gasp, arching into him. Your nails dig into his shoulders. “Oh my god, Tae! It's so much! So hot –”

“I keep coming! I can’t help it,” he pants as he presses his forehead to yours. You feel his cum still spilling into you, hot, thick. “You feel too good, my love. Your pussy’s milking me.”

You feel it happening. The knot, the swelling. You cry out as his cock grows at the base, locking him deep inside you. “Tae!” you sob. Your legs are trembling. “I can feel it! Your knot, fuck, I can feel it swelling.”

“I know,” he breathes with a shaky voice. “It’s okay, kitten. I’ve got you.” He shifts, finally lowering your legs from where they’d been pinned high, letting them rest around his hips. His body presses fully against yours now, skin-to-skin.

His arms wrap around you. You feel his cock still pulsing inside you, his knot keeping you plugged with his seed. You pant against his mouth, your lips brushing his. “You’re still cumming inside me. I’m so full with your cum,” you whisper, closing your eyes.

He moans low, kissing you softly. “Good. I want you dripping with my seed.”

You press your forehead to his. “I love you,” you whisper.

He kisses you again, slower this time. “I love you more.”

Without pulling out of you, Taehyung shifts and his arms wrap under your thighs as he lifts you effortlessly, still knotted inside you. You gasp softly at the shift, your walls tightening around his knot with the change in angle. It draws another low moan from him as he settles back into the pillows with you straddling his lap.

“It really doesn’t go down right away, huh?” you whisper with a little breathless laugh.

“No. Not for a while.” His hands roam up your back and rest at your waist. “You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”

You shake your head. “No. I like it. I feel… full. Like you’re part of me.” Your body pulses softly around him.

He kisses you. “You are,” he whispers. “You’re mine now.”

Your whole body trembles as you collapse against him. Taehyung doesn’t move right away. Instead just holds you, one big hand stroking slowly down your back, the other cradling your hip. His cock is still buried deep inside you, but instead of thrusting, he stays still, letting you melt against him. “I love you,” he murmurs finally, so soft you almost miss it.

Your fingers trace over his shoulders, then his chest. His skin is still damp with sweat. “So what happens next?” you ask softly, “what happens after all this? After tonight?”

“I want you here. With me,” he says as his hand gently brushes your cheek. “But not just as my teacher. I want you beside me, as my partner. My mate.” He stops, looking deep into your eyes. “If that’s what you want.”

Your heart stutters, warmth blooming beneath your skin. “I do,” you say. “I want everything. You, this planet, this life… us.”

“We’ll make it ours. Together.” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “I’ll speak to my father tomorrow. Request the rites for the mating ceremony. If we’re doing this… I want to make it real. Official. The way our kind does.”

He pauses, and adds quietly, “And if you want a human wedding too, we can have that as well.”

Smiling, he rests his forehead against yours. In that moment, you both know this is just the start of your life together.

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You picked Jeju because it was close enough to avoid a long flight, but still felt like a proper vacation. Now that you were almost entering your third trimester and starting to feel absolutely worn out, you couldn't think of anything you wanted more than a few quiet days alone with him.

He holds the door open and shifts to the side, giving you space to climb out. Placing your hand over the top of your belly as you watch your husband walk to the back of the taxi that brought you from the airport, watching the driver unload your luggage from the trunk. 

After slipping the man a generous tip, the driver thanks Yoongi before driving off.

“Ready?” Yoongi asks, grabbing the handles of the suitcases.

You nod, walking beside him through the doors of the lobby, silently thanking whoever decided to keep the air conditioning on full blast. 

The receptionist greets you. You hand over your IDs, and while Yoongi handles the rest of the check-in, your attention drifts to the tiger lilies and white hydrangeas arrangements displayed around the lobby. 

A few minutes later, the receptionist gives you two key cards and explains how to get to your room. Yoongi thanks her before reaching for the cards.

After a quick ride up the elevator, you make your way down the hallway until you stop outside your room. He taps the key card against the lock before pushing the door open. 

The room is even nicer than it looked online. A king-size bed sits in the middle of the room, with a small desk tucked neatly into one corner. Your gaze drifts from the bed to the balcony, curious about the view. 

"Well?" Yoongi asks behind you. "Do you like it?"

You grin. "Are you kidding?" you say, already making your way toward the balcony. "It's amazing." 

Yoongi sets the bags down and stretches his arms. He can't help but smile at your excitement. "What do you want to do first?" 

Sliding the door open, you step out. “Mmh, we could go down there,” you say, signaling the pool down below, turning your head back to look at him. “Go to the pool. Lay in the sun for a bit, maybe go for a swim.”

Yoongi joins you, slipping his arms around your waist. His hands spread across your belly, rubbing it, and you melt against him.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Another kiss lands behind your ear before he eases you around to face him.  “Come on, go change.” He gives your ass a playful slap, making you squeal as he nudges you toward the room. 

On the mattress, the suitcases are already laid out wide open. You could kiss Yoongi for not leaving them on the floor, knowing how much you would struggle to bend over and reach anything with your belly right now. 

You grab your toiletry bag first before reaching into the side pocket for your bikini. It's a cute set, bright pink with tiny white polka dots. The triangle top matches a pair of bottoms that tie into little bows at your hips. 

Inside the bathroom, you pull your hair into a ponytail before smoothing sunscreen over your face. 

Quickly sliding off your clothes, you reach for the bikini top. You slip the strings over your neck before reaching behind your back to tie it in place. It fit perfectly the last time you tried it on, but when you look down, you realize just how much your breasts have grown since then. 

“Oh, shit,” you mutter, staring at yourself in the mirror.

The fabric barely holds your tits, leaving most of your chest entirely exposed to the point where you feel like you might as well go topless. Thankfully, the bottoms are a much easier story since you only have to tie the side strings into neat little bows on your hips to make them fit.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you trace the new curves of your body. It still feels strange to see yourself so round and full. Some days the changes leave you feeling strangely disconnected from your own skin, but keeping in mind that your body is transforming to grow a whole new life helps you accept it a bit more. 

Carrying the proof of your and Yoongi's love makes your heart burst with love every single time you think about it.

When you walk back into the bedroom, Yoongi is sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the string of his swim shorts. “I'm ready,” you announce, stepping into his line of sight.

“Perfect,” he says, tugging the strings into a tight knot before looking at you.

“Be honest,” you sigh as you look down at yourself. “I look like a whale, don't I?”

"What? No!" Yoongi steps in, drawing you closer. "You look fucking incredible. Stop talking nonsense." 

Leaning down, his lips graze over yours before his eyes wander lower. His fingertips linger on the little bows at your hips, idly rolling one between his fingers 

“In fact,” he says, his touch sliding down your thigh until he hooks your leg around his hip, “we should get out of this room right now.” 

“Why?” you ask, giving him a cheeky look. 

“Because you look so fucking hot, that if we stay here for one more minute,” he murmurs, leaving a kiss on your neck. “I am going to lock that door,” he continues, his lips sliding up to your jaw, “put you on all fours on that big ass bed,” he adds, rocking his hips forward, “and fuck you right into the mattress until you can’t even think straight. And I know you’ll love every minute of it,” he finishes.

Oh, you definitely would.

“Down, boy. Let’s go get some sun first.” Shifting away, you pull a light cover-up over your skin before making your way toward the door. Your hand is already on the handle when you glance back over your shoulder, a teasing smile playing on your lips.  "You can fuck me later." 

Yoongi chuckles as he follows you outside, tugging at his shorts in a hopeless attempt to disguise the bulge straining against the front.

The pool is less crowded than you expected. You spot two lounge chairs tucked beneath a canvas umbrella and make a beeline for them. After a few minutes, a young man wearing the resort uniform makes his way over from the pool bar, stopping at the foot of your loungers. 

“Welcome to the Paradise Oasis,” he says, handing over the beverage menu. “I’m Jihoon, your server for the afternoon. Can I get you something to drink?” 

He says all of this while keeping his eyes entirely on you, blatantly ignoring Yoongi. 

Your husband clears his throat. “I'll have a whiskey. On the rocks,” he says without even glancing at the menu and he hands it back. Then he looks at you. “What do you want, baby?”

“A virgin mojito, please,” you say, smiling at the waiter.

“A whiskey and a virgin mojito,” your husband repeats.

The guy seems to remember Yoongi exists. “Uh, yes, sir. Right away, sir,” he says, backing away toward the bar.

Once he's gone, you glance over at your husband. Yoongi lets out a quiet huff before lowering his sunglasses over his eyes. “Unbelievable,” he mutters. “The nerve on these kids.” 

Not much later the waiter returns, carefully placing the two glasses down on the small table between you. He keeps his look down this time, avoiding any look at you, and quickly bows before disappearing again.

By the time evening rolls around, you both head down to the main restaurant on the first floor for dinner. 

“Is it good?” he asks, watching you take a bite.

You nod happily after swallowing. "Perfect," you say, reaching across to steal one of his grilled vegetables. 

“So, what are we doing tomorrow?” you ask, resting your chin on your hand. Your fingers tap absently against your cheek before your eyes suddenly light up. “Oh, I know what!”

Pulling out your phone, you unlock it to find the clip you were thinking about. “I saw this on YouTube,” you say, holding the screen out to him. The video shows a couple walking along a seaside trail.  “It looks pretty easy, doesn't it?” 

Yoongi leans in for a closer look. He doubts you'll be able to walk more than two kilometers before your feet start to hurt, but he isn't about to be the one to deny you anything, even if it means he has to carry you all the way back to the hotel on his back. He just wants you to be happy on this trip.

Putting his glass down, he smiles. “We can do whatever you want, baby. I'm down for anything. Staying in the room all day sounds pretty good to me, too.” 

You kick his leg lightly under the table, laughing as your face heats up. As tempting as that sounds, there are still plenty of things you want to see while you're here. 

When you get back to the room, you can feel the day catching up with you. Waking up early to catch your flight and traveling to Jeju left you utterly exhausted. Walking over to the bed, you try to get comfortable against the headboard, but it only takes a second to realize something's off. 

“Baby,” you call, trying to shift into a better position. “There aren't enough pillows here. You know I need one under my belly and another between my knees, or I'm never going to sleep tonight.” 

Yoongi looks over at the bed. “There are only two?” He glances around the room before opening the wardrobe, hoping they've stashed a few extras inside. The shelves are empty. 

“This is supposed to be a luxury hotel,” he mutters. “Why the hell are there only two pillows?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, rubbing your bump. “Can you call reception and ask for more?”

“Of course, baby,” he says, walking over to the small desk where the room phone sits. 

It only rings twice before someone picks up. “Front desk, how can I help you tonight?”

“Hello, this is room 939,” Yoongi says politely. “My wife is pregnant and we need some extra pillows to make her comfortable. Can you send up three or four more?”

“Certainly, sir. We will send someone up with those right away.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi says, hanging up the phone.

While you wait, you decide to jump into the shower.

A knock sounds at the door and Yoongi tosses his phone aside and goes to answer it. Standing in the hallway is the same young waiter from the pool with a stack of fresh white pillows balanced in his arms.

“H-hi again, sir,” the waiter stammers. He looks – and sounds – nervous. “I was told to bring these up here for you.”

Before Yoongi has a chance to say anything, the bathroom door clicks open behind him. Changed into your pajamas, you step out of the bathroom with a towel in your hands, rubbing it through your damp hair. 

You’d stubbornly refused to buy actual maternity clothes, choosing instead to squeeze into what you already owned, which in hindsight, was a terrible plan. 

The blue cotton top that once easily covered you is now little more than a poor excuse for a crop top. Stretched so tight it's practically bursting, the fabric clings to your engorged tits like a second skin, doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of your nipples poking right through it. Somehow, it feels even more revealing than the bikini you'd been wearing earlier. 

The waiter looks over at you as he fumbles with the fluffy white cushions. 

“Well?” Yoongi asks, extending his hand toward him.

“What?” the waiter stammers, trying to look past Yoongi's shoulder. “Oh–yeah. Right.” He nearly drops the pillows before awkwardly passing them over. “Do you... do you need anything else tonight?” 

Yoongi takes the pillows as he glares down at the man. “No, thanks. My wife and I are good. You can leave,” he says, putting a cold emphasis on the word ‘wife’.

The waiter opens his mouth to say something else, but Yoongi shuts the door right in his face, and you hear the click of the lock. He drops the pillows onto the chair.

You stand there with your hands on your hips, your foot tapping against the floor as your eyebrows raise. “Min Yoongi! What was that?”

Yoongi blinks, trying to look innocent. “What was what?”

“That behavior,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I wasn't doing anything,” Yoongi mutters, walking toward the bed.

“Yes, you were,” you say. “Don't even try to gaslight me, mister.”

“The guy has zero boundaries,” he argues, defending himself. “He was doing the exact same thing at the pool, staring at you like he's never seen a woman before. It's entirely out of line and unprofessional if you ask me.” He takes the pillows from the chair and puts them on the bed, murmuring under his breath about resort staff needing better training. 

“Just pee on my feet to mark me next time, will you?” Letting out a frustrated sigh, you turn around and walk straight out onto the balcony.

Resting your hands on the metal railing , you let your eyes wander across the grounds. Down below, the winding paths are illuminated by garden lights as a few resort employees collect towels and straighten up around the pool. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear the waves breaking against the shore.

You don't really understand it. Yoongi is usually very relaxed about everything, so this sudden change feels entirely out of nowhere.

In the past, you had to deal with the insecure, controlling behavior of your exes, so Yoongi’s quiet confidence had always been one of the things you loved the most about him.

A moment later, the door open and Yoongi steps out onto the balcony.

His voice cuts into the quiet of the night. “Look, baby, I–” Yoongi starts. He lets out a long sigh and his shoulders drop “I’m sorry.” 

You don't turn around, keeping your eyes on the trees below. “You were acting weird, Yoongi.”

“I know,” he sighs. He bows his head against the back of your shoulder, both palms coming to rest over your belly.  “I’m really sorry, baby. I don't even know what came over me tonight. It’s just… you look so beautiful carrying our child. The way that guy was staring at you like you were a piece of meat just drove me insane.”

You turn around in his hold, your belly pressing against his stomach as you look up into his eyes. “You’re lucky you're so cute,” you whisper, getting up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss right on his lips. “I forgive you.” 

Yoongi breaks away to press his lips down your jaw, burying his face in your neck, pulling you as close as your belly allows. 

“I love you so much,” Yoongi murmurs against your skin between kisses.

“Me too,” you gasp, gripping the linen of his shirt. 

He steers you around until you're leaning against the cool metal railing. Then he wraps himself around you, his palms spreading over your belly. His mouth drops to your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin. 

“My beautiful wife.” He nudges his hips against you, his cock pushing against your ass. “Do you feel me?” he rasps. “Do you feel what you do to me, baby? 

Heat rushes straight between your legs, your pussy clenching around nothing. You nod.

“What should we do about it, mmh?” Yoongi asks, tracing down your thigh. 

“Baby…”

His thumb hooks into your waistband. “I have a few ideas,” he whispers, slipping beneath the fabric of your shorts and into your underwear. His palm presses against you, thumb rubbing circles over your clit. 

“Yoongi… oh God,” you moan as your hips rock back into his hand. “Here?” 

He keeps touching you, but his eyes lift to check the surroundings. Both sides of the balcony are flanked by tall stone walls, blocking the view from the other rooms. But being on the second floor means that if someone down on the paths or by the pool were to look up, they might see what you two are doing. 

He brings his mouth to your ear. “This place is perfect, you just have to be quiet,” Yoongi grunts, his thumb working over your clit. His other hand disappears beneath your top, wrapping around one breast as his fingers toy with the nipple.

“Can you do that for me, baby?” He tugs your nipple with his fingers, letting breast bounce against his palm when he lets go. “Keep those pretty noises down…” he murmurs, leaving a row of wet kisses along your neck while his thumb continues to circle your clit, “while I make you feel good?” 

You’re already dripping wet. “I–I can... fuck,” you stammer, resting your head against his shoulder. “I can try.” 

“Good girl,” he mutters. His touch leaves your breasts before he reaches for the waistband of your pants, hooking his fingers into the elastic. “Is this okay?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you whisper.

With your approval, he starts pulling them down along with your underwear, and you lift your feet to get out of them.

Kicking the fabric aside, you turn around to face him. You go straight to Yoongi's shirt, fumbling with the buttons in your hurry. He chuckles, making no move to help, far too entertained by the way your tits keep bouncing every time you tug at another button.

As soon as you manage to get him out of the shirt, you slide down his pants, dragging them over his hips until the piece of clothing pools at his feet. You barely have a second to admire your work before he's reaching for your top, stripping it off.

“Mmmh,” he whispers, cupping your bare breasts. “No wonder that guy couldn't stop staring at your tits. So fucking beautiful.” His palms stroke over your skin  “Too bad for him. You're mine.”

Bending his knees slightly, Yoongi lowers his head to take one nipple into his mouth. Your eyes fly shut, gripping his arms when his teeth lightly graze the peak. He draws your nipple deeper into his mouth, and the moan escapes before you can swallow it back. 

Oops.

Yoongi lets the nipple go, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “You need to be quiet, baby,” he murmurs, an amused smile appearing on his lips. “We’re right outside, remember?” 

You huff. As if he isn't the one doing this on purpose.

“I can't help it,” you gasp while you try to focus. “I just – fuck, Yoongi, it feels too good.”

“I know, baby. Just be good and keep it down for now, okay?” His mouth finds your breast again, his lips closing around your nipple as his tongue works over it. You whine softly. “Come on. Be good for me.” His lips linger against your nipple. “Don't make me punish you.”

Well, you won't be the one complaining if he does. Somehow, his so-called punishments always end with you begging him not to stop. 

Your fingers grip his shoulders as he pulls your nipple into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. “Oh God... mmh, yes. Right there...”

Pregnancy has made your nipples unbelievably sensitive, and your lovely husband discovered just how sensitive they were one night while the two of you were watching a movie. 

His hand had slipped beneath your shirt, coming to rest on your breast almost out of habit. The movie kept playing in the background, but neither of you was paying much attention by the time his thumb started rolling your puffy nipple between his fingers. It didn't take long before you were whining into his neck and soaking your underwear as the orgasm took over you.

Like he can't help himself, his free hand finds your other breast. His thumb rolls over your nipple once again. “Yoongi…,” you whimper. “I want you inside me. Please fuck me.”

Lifting his head, he reluctantly lets the swollen peak slip from his lips, but he can't resist one last scrape of his tongue across the tip. 

“Not yet,” he murmurs, turning you gently by the waist. “Be patient for me, love. Let your husband take care of you.” He guides you forward until you're leaning over the railing, your forearms flat against the metal to support your weight.

After shoving his underwear down, you whine when the thick head of his cock drags up and down your slit, smearing your own juices all over himself. 

“You’re so wet…Bet I could slide right in with no effort, baby.”

He lines the broad tip right against your opening, pushing in just a couple of inches so you can feel how thick he is, but he stops, not going further inside you.

“See? So easy,” he murmurs. “Ah, ah, not yet,” he whispers, holding you still when your hips try to chase him. “I want to eat that pussy first.” 

You swallow a curse as he strokes the tip between your folds instead of pushing back inside. One last pass through your folds, then he's kneeling behind you, both hands settling on your ass before spreading you open. 

It takes everything you've got not to scream when his tongue glides through your folds, but a helpless whimper slips past your lips the moment his mouth closes around your clit.

“Oh god, Yoon–fuck, please, I–”

You're dripping, soaking his mouth and chin as he laps up your wetness.“You taste so good, baby. So sweet,” Yoongi murmurs against your skin. “Such a good pregnant cunt you have. I want more of this. Let me feel how wet you are.” 

“I'm gonna…” Your hips helplessly twitch against his face as the climax sweeps through your body.

“That's it, baby, give it to me,” Yoongi grunts against your soaking folds, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you open as he licks you clean. “Fuck... there you go.” 

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he pushes himself to his feet before reaching for your hips, drawing you back against him until your ass presses right against his thighs.  He lines himself up at your entrance and slowly pushes inside, filling you inch by inch.

“Now,” he murmurs, “is this what you wanted?” He kisses your shoulder. “Move, Yoon. Please.”

Being out here in the open, where anyone down by the pool or walking the paths could look up and catch you like this, should make you freeze with fear. You don't even know what is happening to you right now, but instead of panicking, the danger of getting caught just makes you shameless. And wetter. 

Yoongi notices too, groaning as your body gets even slicker, making him slide inside you with almost ridiculous ease. “What’s that, baby?” You can hear the smile in his voice when he murmurs against your neck. “You like this, right? Fucking you out here where anyone can catch us?”

You had never thought of yourself as someone who would get turned on by the risk of being seen, yet here you are.

“I know you do,” Yoongi grunts. “I can feel you tightening around me”.  He keeps pushing his hips into yours. 

“You looked so hot coming out of the shower,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your shoulder, reaching around to pinch your nipples. You let out a weak whimper. 

“I should have fucked you right in front of that guy. Made him watch me put my cock inside you.” He continues to play with them, his fingers pinching and twisting the tight buds until you cry into the night. “Show that imbecile who you belong to, baby,” he growls. His thrusts turn harder. “Would you have shown him, hm? Let him see exactly how beautiful you look when you take me?”

Just minutes ago, he looked ready to beat the waiter to a pulp. Now he's talking about fucking you right in front of him. You really don't know what's gotten into either of you tonight. You swallow. “Yes, Yoongi... God, yes.”

“Who do you belong to, baby?” he demands. 

“I’m yours,” you gasp, tilting your head back to find his lips. “You know I'm yours. Only yours.”

“Tell me who bred this pussy,” His thumb rolls over your nipple again,  “Who fucked a baby into you, mmh? Say it.”

“You,” you sob. “You did, Yoon.” 

A grin spreads across his face. Fuck, he loves hearing you say that. 

“That’s my girl.” Straightening his posture, he grabs your hips, pistoning harder and faster into your heat. “Now cum for me. Squeeze me. Let me feel that pregnant cunt around my cock.”

You shake your head, “I don’t think I can, Yoongi...”

“You can. You’ll cum for me, baby.”

A sound echoes in the night when he slaps your ass, a scream tearing from the back of your throat. Looking down, you watch a couple stop on the path below , both of them looking around, trying to figure out where the noise came from.

“Shh, baby,” Yoongi whispers, his hand clamping flat over your mouth to swallow your cries. “Or would you like them to see, hm?” Yoongi whispers. “To see how your bred pussy takes my cock? Mmm? You're so filthy, baby.”

Trapped beneath his hand, every sound you make is reduced to a muffled whimper. “Keep making noises like that, and I’ll have to shove my cock down your throat just to shut you up.” He pants, reaching up to pinch your nipple. Your inner muscles squeeze tightly around him as you climax. His head buries in your neck. “Fuck, you're milking my cock so good.” 

Slowly, he drags his length out of your wetness. “Wait here,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to the back of your neck before he finally pulls back.

Looking over your shoulder, you almost laugh as you watch him hurry into the bedroom, fully naked. He comes back seconds later with a thick white towel in his hands, carefully dropping it onto the floor and helping you get down onto your knees.

Yoongi's eyes wander slowly over you, pausing on the curve of your belly before drifting to your engorged tits, your puffy nipples. Eventually, they find your face again. Flushed cheeks, damp hair sticking to your skin, and that smile. The prettiest smile in the world, if you ask him. 

God, you've never looked more beautiful. 

“I don't know how the fuck you can ever look in a mirror and tell yourself you look ugly,” he murmurs. His fingers hook under your chin, tilting your face up. “Look at what you do to me.” He gestures down to his hard length to prove his point. “You’re fucking stunning, pretty. Absolutely perfect.”

His thumb swipes over your bottom lip before he slips two fingers right into your mouth, coating them in your saliva. “But baby… you couldn't keep quiet out there, could you? You just had to let the whole place hear you.”

He slips his hand from your mouth and wraps it around his cock, holding it right in front of your face. “Open,” he commands.

You stare straight up into his eyes, slowly sliding your tongue out to give him a dirty look. His grip tightens around himself as he guides the tip forward, giving it a light slap against your tongue. 

“Mm...” He does it again. You look up at him before closing your lips around the tip, your tongue tracing a lazy circle around it. “So eager.” 

You keep your lips wrapped around the head, sucking gently while your tongue glides beneath it.

"Greedy little thing," Yoongi groans. "Can't wait to have your mouth full of my cock, can you? C'mon, relax your jaw for me." 

Breathing through your nose, you let him ease another inch into your mouth. Brushing your hair back, he gathers it loosely at the nape of your neck.  “Mm, that's it,” he pants. “Just like that, pretty girl. Keep going.” 

Yoongi's chest rises and falls as he looks down at you. Fuck. Every part of him wants to grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth until he fills you with his cum, but he manages to hold back, pausing to check on you first. 

“You okay, baby?” he asks. “Not too much?”

You blink up at him, humming softly around his cock to let him know you're perfectly fine. “That's my girl,” he murmurs, dragging his knuckles down your cheek. “I'm gonna fuck your mouth now, baby. Tap my thigh if it's too much, okay?”

Bracing against his legs, you let him begin pushing slowly in and out of your mouth. Your lips stretch around his thickness as he grips your hair to guide your head. 

“Fuck, yes,” Yoongi pants, watching you hollow your cheeks to take him even deeper. “Right there, baby. Fuck, you look so hot,” he gasps, staring down at the way your mouth closes around him, “shit. Too good.” 

He starts pushing deeper, his thrusts getting harsher as he slides down your throat. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, but you keep looking up at him, your fingers squeezing his thigh. You could tap if you wanted to, but you don't.

Knowing he's right on the edge, he pulls out before things get to be too much for you. His palm closes around his cock, slick with your saliva, as he begins stroking himself. 

“I’m close, baby,” Yoongi pants, his strokes getting faster and shorter as his thumb puts pressure right on the sensitive tip. “So close.”

You let your hands drag up from his thighs, bringing them to your own chest to pinch and roll your nipples between your fingers while you look straight up at him. “Will you cum for me, Yoongi? Please? I've been so good for you, right?”

He laughs, pumping his cock faster as he watches your fingers grip your nipples. “You're such a needy little slut, aren't you? So desperate for my cum.”

You want his cum on your tongue. Want to see him break and lose what little control he has left in him. You’re ready to do absolutely anything to make him cum. Even though you just reached your climax, you can feel your arousal dripping down your legs. You really are a slut. 

His slut. 

“Yes,” you whimper, tilting your head back to stare directly at his twitching length. “I’m your slut.” 

“Squeeze your tits for me. Pinch your nipples, baby. Be good and show me how you play with them.”

You play right along, squeezing your tits together, staring up at him as you offer your tongue out again, your fingers twisting your nipples until a quiet whine slips from your lips. His hips buck. Still stroking himself, he brings the tip of his cock in front of your open mouth.

“Fuck–baby,” Yoongi gasps. “Shit. Shit!”

The first spurt lands right on your tongue. The next lands across your chest, slowly running down your skin. 

He keeps stroking himself until there's nothing left. Standing over you, his attention focuses on your mouth, your tongue still holding his cum. “Swallow.” 

You don't break eye contact with him as you gulp it down, and then you open your mouth again, sticking your tongue out to show him it's totally clean. “Good girl.” 

He pulls you up from the floor, looking down at the mess on your breasts and chuckles. “I think you’ll need another shower.”

“And whose fault is that?” you say, nudging him lightly.

He grins, his look still fixed on your chest. Leaning in, he drags his tongue slowly over your left breast, licking up a stripe of his own cum before swallowing. Then he looks up at you with a smirk. “Let me help you wash it off.”

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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.” 

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