just another submissive

cw: noncon, dubcon, guns, rough, smut no plot

this one was inspired by a post I saw a couple weeks ago~

His cock was right there!

He’d had her kneel right between his legs and had her get in as close as she could, and normally that meant she’d be taking him in her throat by now. But not today. Today, he’d said to look up at him, and not to look away.

It had been maybe two seconds before the throbbing, pounding rush of need inside her got almost too much to bear. She’d fidgeted, squirmed, and her eyes had darted down. That had made him tut, which had given her butterflies, and he’d put a finger under her chin to keep her head up.

“Focus,” he’d said, his eyes on hers.

At once her desperation mellowed. She still wanted to suck his cock, obviously - oh, how badly she wanted to - but the selfish need to go over what he’d told her drained away. This wasn’t about her, this wasn’t for her. She was focused. Focused on him. It got easier.

But it didn’t get easy.

He could tell she was trying though, and he smiled.

“Good girl,” he said. “I just want to watch your eyes empty. They’re so busy right now. Good girls don’t think, but sometimes they have a lot buzzing in their heads. We can stop that. You can be blank. Blank feels good.”

That pressed a button. Another happy, fluffy wave of quiet contentment washed through her, and some of that buzzing he’d talked about just winked away. She even sighed.

“Feels good…” she said, more like an exhale than actually speaking.

“There you go. Focus. Good girl. I can already see your eyes going quieter. That’s it. Don’t look away, just focus. You’re safe. Good girls don’t think.”

“Good… girls… don’t think…”

Repeating wasn’t a conscious choice. She didn’t have much consciousness left.

“So easy for me. Perfect. Thoughts just go. It’s like wiping dust from a screen. Swipe and gone. Don’t look away. Focus. Blank and empty. Good girl. Aww, look at you.”

Too many words to repeat. Just fluff in her head. She couldn’t look away. His eyes. Words.

Blank. Safe. Empty.

Focus.

He used his free hand to take his cock out and let it rest - hot, heavy, and hard - on her bottom lip. A tiny fraction of her brain worked enough to notice this but she didn’t whine. The whining had stopped. Needy, selfish. She wasn’t selfish. She was a good girl. She was his. She was for him. Instead she just opened her mouth, just enough, and kept her eyes on his.

“That took a lot less than I thought it would,” he said, grinning now. She just waited.

Removing the finger from under her chin he moved it up and gave her a tap right between the eyes. The contact sent a shiver through her and the tiniest of moans escaped.

“Focus on what’s in front of you,” he said, sitting back.

Her eyes swam down, going crosseyed a little. Cock.

At first he'd just thought she was settling onto the sofa. Then that she just couldn't get comfortable. Now though, minutes on and with her still squirming around he really was at the limit of his patience.

"What are you doing?" He asked, frowning over at her. To his surprise, he found her blushing and looking profoundly uncomfortable. She wasn't even looking at him, eyes forward but still not sitting still.

"Hmm?" She asked, unconvincingly.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, nothing," she said, also unconvincingly, and still squirming.

It was almost as if...

"Do you need the toilet?" He asked, amazed he was even saying it to her. An adult. But why else did someone move like that?

She went redder.

"M-maybe..." she mumbled.

He stared. He blinked. He asked the obvious question:

"Why don't you just go?"

More wriggling, legs clamped together. She didn't answer.

Slowly, the answer pieced itself together in his head without her help.

A smile spread across his face.

"You want me to let you, don't you?"

"I don't - it's just - I don't know!"

"Well why else are you sitting there?"

"I don't know!"

She did know, she just didn't want to say. They both knew this.

"You want me to say you're allowed," he said. She was sitting on her hands now.

"Maybe! Yes! I don't know!"

"Aww, poor girl. This is another control thing, right?" He asked and she gave a tiny nod. He thought it through. Made sense. "But for this? Oh, that's a little embarrassing, isn't it? But not as embarrassing as it's going to be in a moment..."

That finally got her to look at him.

"W-what?!"

"Well I haven't said yes, have I? And I don't think I will. I think Princess can hold it."

"That's not fair!"

"You haven't actually asked, you've just been squirming helplessly and hoping I'd pick up on the hints. And be a mind-reader, I guess. Feel like asking?"

A moment of hesitation as she weighed up how humiliating asking would be against how humiliating the consequences of not asking would be. Asking won. Just.

"Please please please can I go?" She blurted. He made a show of thinking about it, stroking his chin as she stared helplessly at him.

"No. Princess can hold it."

"What?!"

"Or Princess can learn she shouldn't just assume I know why she's wriggling about all over the place."

"That's not fair! Please!"

"It's perfectly fair, according to you, girl who decided she wanted me to be the one in charge of this. So no, not allowed. Hold it. Or don't. I think it might be 'can't' pretty soon, looking at you."

"Please please I don't I can't I..."

"Off the sofa," he said. A practical concern really, though that she immediately slid onto her knees did a lot for him. She didn't even notice how well-trained she was, didn't so much as cross her mind.

"Please..." she said again, almost under her breath now, like a tiny little prayer she was muttering to herself. "Please please please please..."

She trailed off. What had started as borderline panic abruptly stopped. She went very, very quiet and, somehow, even more red. She didn't need to say why. He knew why. They both did.

Leaning back a little for a better view of her she tutted.

"You know, with puppies I hear they push their face into it. I don't think I need to do that with you. I think you know what you did. Don't you?"

"Yes..."

He spread his legs and she wordlessly, obediently shuffled between them, face down, burning. "I'll help you take your mind off of it. Then you can clean yourself up. Sound good? Nod."

She nodded. He patted her on the head.

"Good girl. Do I need to tell you what to do here, too?"

Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.

For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.

“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.

“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.

“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.

“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.

She was so gone.

“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”

With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.

“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”

She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.

“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”

The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.

“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”

“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”

“Besssst yesss…”

“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”

“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.

He slid inside. Slowly.

Another sound escaped her, another happy sigh - longer, slightly louder. She dug her head deeper into the pillow as more of him disappeared into her, a smile spreading across her face as the last of him fit into place.

Fit perfectly into place, as always.

He took a moment to just enjoy it. Everything was quiet, still. The rise and fall of her breathing. The wetness of her around him. His turn to sigh happily.

As he pulled back she mumbled something. Not words, more a sound of dismay, and she tried to follow. The hand on her leg and the other on her back stopped her moving too much, and let him start to build a rhythm. Not enough to disturb her. The sounds of dismay quickly stopped, and happier sounds resumed. Squeaks. Muffled moans.

He didn't hold back. Near the end he let his need take over and went faster, regardless of disturbing her or not. With a grunt he buried himself into her again and emptied out, filling her up. She stiffened, she made a louder sound, then she pushed back into him.

Giving her a kiss on the back of the neck he snuggled in closer, arms going about her, her cunt clenching as his cock twitched. A drip of both of them ran down the inside of her leg, adding to the damp patch she'd made all on her own. All went quiet and still again.

Bf x AFAB sleeping reader

MDNI 18+

Warnings: Somno, cnc, spicing up a bland sex life, no use of Y/N, still very new to writing gimmie some grace pls.