It's just shameless filth 🍋
Ok imma be real here,,, this is so self indulgent. It's all my kinks. All of them.
Warning : E X P L I C I T C O N T E N T
-Julian uses kink to cope ok I'm projecting
-Julian cries because i have a crying kink
Every day, Julian manages to make you fall a little deeper in love with him. When you see him deep in his work, passionate about helping people and oblivious to you watching him. When he spots a cute animal on the street and his face lights up.
The current moment that's made you fall even deeper for him is listening as he begs so intensely for you to punish him, on his knees on the ground before you as if you're someone to be worshipped.
It was usually a monthly occurrence, him getting overwhelmed enough to need this sort of treatment. Most of your more intimate activities tended to lean towards kinky, but more so simply because the two of you found it hot. But this special, slightly heartbreaking sight? It was reserved for when he was at his most overwhelmed.
You tried to help him as much as you could when it came to his self blame. And he was getting tremendously better. But that didn't mean he always did well. It was still an uphill battle.
So monthly he came to you so that you could wipe away the guilt, and make him feel as though he suffered enough for what he did.
You realize, rather quickly, that in your reflecting you've spaced out and left him a bit ignored. He really is a picture, isn't he? No looming cape or gloves, no hiding eye patch. His hair still falls over one eye and you take the moment to sweep it back, smiling softly as he looks up at you with complete adoration. He's never shy when it comes to expressing how he feels about you, but when he looks at you like you bless him simply with your existence, it's impossible to not feel loved.
But it isn't enough to keep him satiated.
"Please punish me. Please." God, he really was desperate wasn't he? You decide to vocalize the thought. He loved when you spoke down to him.
"You really are a desperate slut aren't you? Begging like a whore. You need someone to put you in your place." His face flushes and you see the way he shifts his thighs, obviously excited.
You grip his hair and tug him off the ground, but stop when he has to pull his knees out from under him, so that you don't tug too hard.
Once he rises to full height, he practically dwarfs you, standing a full foot taller than you. But with the way his shoulders curl over, and the pitiful face he makes, you can still push him around.
You take a moment to drink him in. He was always so beautiful to you, whether dressed up or in cheesy pajamas, but the way he looked now made you want to never let him leave your sight again. Those sinfully tight pants he always wore that hid nothing, and a small black collar. Looking at it always made you think of when you first bought it for him. He'd been so desperate to put it on, so excited to be marked as yours.
You decide to put it to use, gripping him by the collar to bring him down to your level. You feel the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows, looking at your lips instead of into your eyes.
"Bend over the bed." You let go of his collar and he scrambles to bend over it, excited. He arches his back for you, putting his ass on display. It was small, and rather flat, but you'd always liked it. It was perky.
You tugged down his pants, more of a struggle than you were hoping for, exposing him as his underwear came down with them.
You let yourself feel for a moment, giving a small grope before pulling your hand away.
"Count for me." It was a constant game, seeing how long it would take until he became too overwhelmed to speak. You'd continue for ten more strokes after that, then the punishment would be done.
It was fun, listening to him get more and more worked up. It was easier to track as you always started gentle, barely a light slap on the wrist, and built up.
By stroke four he was gripping the blanket. By stroke seven he was making noises with each hit, a cut off whine or moan. By stroke thirteen he was moving his hips to grind on the bed. By stroke sixteen, he was crying. Not a lot, but just little tears in the corners of his eyes. It was a bit concerning. At stroke twenty he stopped counting. Normally, you'd keep going, but you stopped for a moment, concerned.
"Julian." His head perked. You didn't call him Julian in situations like this.
"Are you alright?" He nods his head, trying to wiggle his hips as if to entice you into continuing.
"Why are you crying so soon?" You fear the worst. Did you genuinely hurt him? Was he distressed?
He seemed reluctant to answer, but eventually spoke up.
"I'm really, really worked up." You quirk an eyebrow, curious to see if he's lying or not. But you look closer at his expression and realize just how turned on he is. Oh wow, that has an effect on you. He's so desperate he's actually crying. You can work with this.
"Oh, my sweet boy, you really are desperate aren't you?" He doesn't say anything, just nods into the bed. You run your hand down his back and he shudders.
"Well you're lucky your punishments over. And since you've been punished, you're a good boy again. And what do good boys get to do?" He perks up again, looking at you almost surprised.
"Good boys get to cum?" It's a statement but he says it like a question. You nod and you can see the excitement in his face.
"Come here." You sit at the side of the bed, bringing your legs over to let you sit cross legged near the top. He stumbles before shucking his bottoms off, left nude except for the collar. It's a sight you've always enjoyed.
You tug him closer to you as you unfold your legs, til he's straddling you. You have a feeling you look a bit silly, him in your lap looming over you, but you're just fine with that.
You wrap your hand around his cock, and you've barely moved your hand before he makes a face as if he's trying not to cum. He bites his lip and you smirk up at him as you speed up. His breath quickens, and the rise and fall of his chest is ridiculously attractive to you.
He must be embarrassed of how worked up he is as he continues to put off his impending orgasm. Your wrist starts to cramp from the angle, so you decide to use the one line that always seems to work.
"Cum for me." Like magic, it works. He grips your shoulders and leans into you, his moan almost a whine.
He slumps over, leaning even further into you. You take the moment to run your hands up and down his back.
"C'mon, get up before you crush me." He slides off of you before lying straight on the bed, his feet pointing towards the pillows. You short and grab a rag off the nightstand, using it to wipe up the mess on your stomach. You toss it at Julian and he makes a grossed out noise before wiping himself down. He tosses It to the side carelessly, and ignores the dirty look you give him.
"Alright, three options. Cuddle and sleep, we each do our own thing, or a bath. What are you up to?" It seemed to be the easiest way to decide on aftercare. You tossed out options you'd like and he'd pick his favorite.
"I want to cuddle." Despite his lack of healthy sleep pattern, he fell asleep quickly after he came. A little frustrating sometimes, but mostly endearing. You slipped under the covers and he joined you soon after. You were a bit sweaty, but you knew he didn't sleep without the weight of the blanket, so you were willing to sacrifice.
It was too easy to fall asleep, laying over his chest, the gentle rhythm of his heart beat slowly matching up with yours.
