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You know exactly how to make your boyfriend feel better when he's feeling down, but he has his own plans.
Pairing: Sub Jungkook x Soft Dom (f)Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre/Trope: Established relationship, pwp, fluffy smut
Word Count: 2,265
Content Warning: Light D/s, mommy kink, praise kink, nipple play, jk has a tongue piercing, jk is the babiest of baby boys but he's also a lil bit of a brat, fingering, cockwarming, vaginal sex
A/N: I wrote this for a lovely anon for their birthday 💜🎂
Soundtrack: mmh - kai
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Kinda sad,” Jungkook whispers. “Dunno why.”
The two of you are cuddled in bed, Jungkook lying in between your legs to rest his head on your stomach. You’re not sure how long you’ve been there, all tangled limbs and gentle touches.
It’s not unusual for your boyfriend to fall into moods like this. While he has always been a bit shy, sometimes feelings overwhelm him. You try to be attentive and you never force him to talk about his feelings unless he wants to. Sometimes it even makes him feel physically unwell, especially when he overworks himself.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You offer, just in case.
Jungkook shakes his head. The two of you lie on the bed in silence for a few minutes, only the sound of your breathing heard in the room. Jungkook twists his fingers in the hem of your t-shirt, his knuckles occasionally brushing against your skin.
“Need you close.”
You almost don’t hear his whisper, but he’s so close and the rumble of his chest against your body signals that he’s talking. When you peer down, he’s avoiding your gaze. You know what he’s asking for without him having to say it; his unwillingness to remove his face from hiding behind his sleeved arm is telling.
With a small laugh, you give in to his silent request.
“Come here.”
Jungkook lets out a small whimper of satisfaction as he scoots closer to you. One of his arms slips beneath you so he can press his hand against the small of your back. The placement forces you to arch your spine and you allow yourself to loosen up in his hold. It feels nice to be enveloped in the warmth of his embrace, lost in the heavy scent of his cologne that makes your nose tingle.
The thin material of your t-shirt clings to your body, doing nothing to hide the way your nipples harden under Jungkook’s touch. Except, he hasn’t even touched you yet. Not there.
He must not feel that bad because he’s wearing a cheeky little smirk as he brings his face to your chest.
“It’s cold in here,” you snap with a playful roll of your eyes, already knowing what he’s thinking. “Don’t give me that look.”
An unspoken threat you’re both all too familiar with lingers in the air.
Jungkook’s lips pucker into an innocent, albeit exaggerated, pout. From the moment you met him, you knew by his pouty lips that he’d cause you trouble. Those sparkling Bambi eyes are the final nail in the coffin.
But what’s worse than all of his innocence combined is the way Jungkook’s face easily morphs into a sly grin half obstructed by his teeth capturing his bottom lip into a bite as he practically moans, “Yes, mommy.”
You don’t want to admit that you don’t know what to say. Jungkook never teases you. He’s always so compliant and eager to the point of being whiny. You’re the one who finds pleasure in teasing him.
Stunned into silence, you watch Jungkook lean into your chest. His eyes flutter close as he presses his cheek to your tits before slowly turning his face to run his nose along each mound. His bottom lip gets caught on the fabric of your t-shirt, pulling downward as he moves his face. It’s cute how it exposes his bunny teeth.
You let out a shuddered breath when Jungkook reaches up with his tattooed hand to squeeze one of your tits— the one he isn’t currently smothering himself with.
“So soft,” he mumbles, nuzzling your chest. “You’re so warm and safe.”
Your body tenses when his nose brushes over one of your nipples and Jungkook tightens his grip around your waist.
“Can I, mommy? Please?”
Your breath gets caught in your throat when those big, sparkling, innocent eyes shine up at you. He always looks so precious begging, even when he’s being a little shit about it.
“Mmm, of course. Want my baby boy to feel better.”
Though, what really has you speechless is the way Jungkook can look at you with such innocence while his teeth graze your hardened nipple through your clothes. He maintains eye contact with you as he unwraps his arm from your waist. Using both hands, he slowly pulls your t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
Jungkook looks tired; now that you’re up close, you can see the bags under his eyes. They make guilt wrack your heart. You haven’t paid enough attention to your baby, somehow letting him work himself ragged.
There’s no time for feeling sorry, though. Jungkook immediately attaches himself to you. His tongue is hot and wet as he runs it across your nipple. He makes sure to flatten his tongue as he licks you. The technique means he’s able to flick the small, stainless steel ball of his tongue piercing against your nipple. You let out a breathy moan at the sensation. It’s a new one; Jungkook had only recently gotten the piercing. Now that it’s completely healed he’s been having a fun time learning all the ways he can use it beyond just looking pretty.
Tilting his head, he swirls his tongue around your nipple, puckering his lips to suck your tit into his mouth. He continues massaging the skin with his tongue, every suck of his lips making his lip piercing scrape against your sensitive skin. It doesn’t hurt, only serves as a reminder of how fucking hot your boyfriend is.
“You’re so adorable, baby boy,” you say softly. When you run your fingers through his fluffy hair he hums against your skin.
Encouraged, Jungkook snuggles closer to you, one hand gently holding your waist while the other massages the tit he isn’t suckling. You know he loves the praise without having to see how pink his cheeks are, but it’s still nice to see the effect you have on him. It isn’t the only way for you to receive validation, though. Jungkook shifts his body weight and you feel his hard cock press against the inside of your thigh.
“Mommy.” Jungkook lifts his head to watch you with bright eyes. His lips are swollen and pink. When your eyes drop to admire them, he squirms in your embrace. “Let me be inside you, please?”
“Will that make you feel better?” You question him with a raised eyebrow, not ready to give in. He squirms again. “Or are you just trying to trick me into fucking you?”
“No!” Jungkook whines.
“Are you sure?”
He nods his head hard enough to make his bangs fall into his eyes. You run your fingers through them, brushing them away from his face so you can see his eyes properly again. They’re bright and, paired with his furrowed eyebrows, make his desperation obvious.
You fight the urge to rip his clothes off right there. Instead, you lean back against the pillows and give him a small smile.
“Take my underwear off for me?”
It’s posed as a question but you both know it’s not. Jungkook scrambles to pull the clothing down your legs. His eyes flit between your parted thighs and his own crotch as if he’s trying to decide what to focus on first.
“Come on, baby boy. Mommy’s cold without you.”
That gets him moving.
Jungkook pulls off his sweatshirt and joggers, his briefs flying with them onto the floor. Sometimes you push him to spend more time begging, but today you just want to remove the frown from his beautiful face.
You try to keep in the moan that builds up in your chest when Jungkook slips a finger inside your pussy. The surprised sound he makes when he finds you already soaking wet is too delicious to not react to, but you keep it together. Even after he slides two more fingers inside of you. Luckily, he keeps a hand on your waist, pressing you into the bed to prevent you from moving if you try to buck your hips. You don’t, though. You know all he’s doing is making sure you’re relaxed enough for his cock. Still, he’s suspiciously maintaining a steady rhythm against your front wall. You’re not complaining, but you know if he keeps it up, you’re going to cum and this is supposed to be about him.
“Jungkook,” you scold. His eyes widen from getting caught.
“Sorry, mommy. You’re just so wet…” There’s that cheeky smile again, so sly and deceiving.
“Don’t make me change my mind, baby.”
He nods quickly, but you’re not convinced he’s going to behave when he leans forward to roll his hips into yours. Again, you know he’s just prepping by smearing your arousal onto his cock with every movement, but he’s pushing it. A raise of your eyebrows makes him reach between your bodies to finally line his cock with your entrance. It’s cute how his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he slowly bottoms out.
A soft moan slips out of you despite your efforts to stay quiet, but Jungkook only smirks.
“Feels good,” he says softly as he settles back on top of you. His face finds your chest again, lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his arms wrap around your waist.
“Good,” you say with a sigh. You return to playing with his hair. “You’re doing so good for mommy, hmm?”
As much as having Jungkook inside of you while you cuddle is meant to make him feel comfortable and safe, you can’t deny that it’s good for you, too. You like feeling full of him, as close as you possibly can be to him. Coupled with the weight of his body against yours, there’s not much you love more than this.
The silence between the two of you is comforting, though you occasionally break it to give Jungkook more praise. He hums with satisfaction, and it’s nice to be gentle and vulnerable.
After a while, Jungkook shifts to adjust the way he’s holding you. The movement forces his hips to press into yours, driving his cock a bit deeper inside of you. The suddenness makes you gasp.
“Sorry,” he whispers against your throat where his face has migrated. “Arms were falling asleep.”
You open your mouth to accept his apology, but a moan tumbles out instead of words. Instinctually, you dig your fingers into Jungkook’s scalp to hold onto his hair.
“Jungkook,” you scold with another gasp.
He ignores you and continues subtly thrusting into you. It’s slow and deep, his hips barely lifting from yours to dive back into your pussy. He reaches deep inside you, grinding into you with the small circling of his hips.
“Sorry, sorry,” he pants, lips wet against your throat, but he doesn’t stop moving.
The slowness of his movements is driving you mad. Your clit has already been throbbing and hot pressed against Jungkook’s pelvic bone while you lay in silence. It doesn’t help that his hands start roaming your sides, squeezing your waist to hold you in place.
“Mommy, just, please, please let me fuck you.”
His panting is getting whinier and more high-pitched. Every slow thrust is companied by the neediest chanting of “ahh, ah, ahh” in time with the movement of his hips.
“Fuck, Jungkook.” You throw your head back when his hips start slapping into you harder. He pulls back, pounding into you with more fervor.
“I need you,” he practically sobs. His lips scatter kisses down your chest, eventually finding your nipples to suck again.
By this point he’s fucking into you with full force, one hand squeezing your thigh to hold your leg against his hip. His blunt nails dig into your skin, but you don’t care. You’re a moaning mess beneath him. Your plan of having a peaceful moment of intimacy with your boyfriend is shattered.
“Harder,” you moan, tugging his hair.
You rip him from your tits to bring his face to yours, crashing your lips into his. It’s nowhere near a proper kiss. The two of you are moaning too much. You keep your mouths hanging open to at least brush against each other, occasionally licking into each other. Jungkook does his best to keep you from inching upwards, but with how hard he’s fucking into you it’s inevitable.
“Wanna, wanna,” Jungkook digs his teeth into your shoulder. “Wanna make you feel good.”
You’re already close, so hearing Jungkook’s sweet, whiny promises is all it takes to have you clenching around his cock. You arch into his chest as you cum, doing your best to encourage him to let go, too, in between moans of his name.
Like the good boy that he is, Jungkook holds out until you’re laid back and boneless in his arms before he cums with the cutest sob of a moan into the crook of your neck. He collapses onto you, arms once again wrapping around your waist to hold you tighter against him. Little hums against your skin tell you that he’s satisfied, but you still ask.
“Are you feeling okay, baby boy?” His bangs are sweaty, but you don’t stop running your fingers through them. He leans into the touch, so you keep it up.
“Mhmm,” he hums, pressing a kiss against your neck and raising goosebumps over your already hot skin. “Thank you, mommy.”
He promises to clean you up after he’s done getting his fill of cuddling. His cock softens inside of you; you’re happy he doesn’t pull out. You both crave closeness, and you’ve got all the time in the world to bask in it.
content warning: this is pretty much all fluff. i realized the shane lovers deserved something sweet after i basically ripped everyone's hearts out with my last fic. HOWEVER, my fics do remain 18+ and i do request that minors do not interact with my works regardless of present explicit content. i am not your mommy. YOU are responsible for your media consumption. thx fer lookin! (ps if your blog doesn't have your age listed, go fucking put it on there.)
a/n: part 5 to my antidote series. part one here. part two here. part three here. part four here.
taglist: @final-sights
shane was so proud of you. you'd just finished your first year of school and at the semester completion ceremony, he was there front row. clapping & screaming for his baby.
on the ride home, you smile down at your lap in his truck, "you didn't have to come and fuss over me tonight," a quiet voice for once.
"course i did. real prouda'you baby." he smiled from the driver's seat, his left arm resting halfway out the window on the door & the other at the top of the steering wheel, "this was a decision you made, and we're celebratin'."
on the way home he pulled into that same shitty little diner where the two of you had gotten a bite to eat the night he picked you up on the north end of town.
walking inside with him is a physical version of memory lane. "hey miss dottie, lemme get two cheeseburger meals—both medium—water & a diet, please." he takes you to your corner booth and helps you out of your coat before you slide in.
you're so overwhelmed with emotion, you're just trying not to cry. shane had turned himself into your best friend, a close mentor & you always described him as your twin flame.
shane had transferred to a different sector of the kings co. sheriff's department, wanted to put some space between himself and rick. somehow made him feel both icky to think that he was going home and not only burying himself in rick's daughter but also made him swell with pride to be the one who looked out for you and babied you like no one else had.
"alright, you got two weeks off from school, girl, whatcha gonna get into? yer free!" he drums his hands on the table lightly.
"i'm gonna rot in our bed for two weeks, and do nothing at all." she grinned as dottie returned with their drinks.
"lemme get that straight, you're gonna make me use two weeks of my pto to rot in the bed? wouldn't you rather go somewhere, get the fuck outta kings county for a couple days?" he smirked at her and took a drink from his glass of water.
she laughed into her drink and peered at him through her brows, “and where do you suggest we go?”
just as he was about to respond, dottie returned with two cheeseburger combo meals and sat them in front of each of you. he held a finger up and took a bite of his burger immediately, “don'know gimme a second t’think.” he chewed his food for a bit before swallowing.
too consumed by your meal to be paying attention, focus solely on the french fries you were tediously dipping into ketchup, it took you a full minute or two to notice shane had slid his phone over to you.
“you have gotta start payin’ attention, girl.” he barked a laugh and rested his elbows on the table as you averted your gaze to his phone screen.
an air bed & breakfast site pulled up, the location reading, ponce inlet, florida. you stare up at shane, honestly a bit slack-jawed, just in disbelief, “all you?”
a crooked grin spreads across his face as he clips his card to the tray holding the bill, “all me, babydoll. we're gonna get out of here, run home and lock the house up and then in seven and a half hours, you and me are gonna go sit on the beach, have a nice little drink and relax. you worked hard, want you to have a break.”
“too fuckin’ good to me.” you whisper into your food, looking at the plate in front of you trying to hold a sob in.
dottie returns with the check and shane slides a twenty into her work apron. “‘preciatecha, miss dottie. see ya in a few weeks.”
you wave and shane follows you out of the diner, his hand resting on the small of your back guiding you back to his truck in the parking lot. before he opened your door, he turns you to look at him, “m'serious, girl. you deserve this trip, you worked so hard and it’s time to rest. the world is your oyster for the next two weeks. dream big, kid, go!” his hands are resting on your jaw and cheeks, his head looks downwards to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
in an instant your arms are around his torso, your head smushed into his chest, “love you.” a sniffle follows as his hand pets down the back of your head, smoothing your hair.
opening the door for you, he hoists you up into the seat, reaching across you with the seatbelt to buckle you in, “love you most, baby. load up, we gotta beach to get to.”
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What if you were a great man, and I meant that truly? A visionary talent in architecture. A youthful and handsome beauty. Enough charisma to fill boats and retinues with other fine talents and the teasures that follow. Very few authors delve into what it's really like to lose to all. To forget pride. To suffer mentally and physically alone. From the beginning you know love will not be enough. Only glory.
Madness. Mania. Seizures. Secrets. Hidden allies. A stolen throne.
Our glibbering slave protagonist used to be a grand monarch.
He wore the robes. There was a grand ceremony and everything. He was born a true a rightful ruler. No plot twist there, and he was a credit to his name. He planned to use his engineering skill and his vast power to build bridges. Trade routes that would last a thousand years. A true monument to his glory. Not a statue or mere gold, but a way to transform the rugged and isolated mountains into a civilized and connected place.
Yes, he was great.
He was poisoned. He killed his father on purpose. It was an accident. He suddenly started having frequent seizures. The kind that can easily off you with one slam on the wall. His mother died too. Did he do it too? He can't remember. It was an accident. He's only a mad idiot. He doesn't remember. He doesn't recognize. The magical sorcerers and healers that tried to support him? He doesn't remember a single one. All talent has limits. Even the most skilled at magic can't remake what's gone. How tragic.
He cannot even recall his own lover.
Not even a face.
Nor a friend.
Where can we put him? This newly useless oaf? So many people were so loyal to him. We can't kill him off. Let's make him a slave. It will be a mercy. He will get special treatment. Medicine. A small private room. His owner shall be....
The man who would have been one of his most cherished loyal knights. It's downright hard to watch their relationship die and choke. As a once enamored knight delves into twisted possessiveness and a sense of superiority more intoxicating than love.
There is no more stereotypical fetish than having a king at your feet.
The slave fights back, and it's so sickening. All throughout the story he never truly grasps how privileged he is. He's not really a slave. Not really. More of a prisoner. Getting abused sure, but with a private doctor on call.
Can't have him dying, after all.
It doesn't feel like much.
Some barbarian bastard king shows up to flirt. It feels fake at the start, but its tragic and complicated.
The king is a mere knight. Lying in wait, eager to return the throne to its rightful owner.
His one true love.
The true king.
Who happens to be a mad slave.
Our protagonist is a complicated beast. Aware of the fact that he is worth more than others, even now. Even when he can barely hold onto his mind.
He envies his old self.
The true owner of all the glory.
A man who died when his body began to wiggle on the ground at random.
The king who yearns to be a knight again has spilled alot of blood. All on a feeble hope. Maybe if his king gets even better medication. Even more power. Even more magic. Then his health will even out and they can be happy.
The handsome knight of course wears him down.
They become lovers again.
The kindness breaks him.
Remembering what it was like.
Imagining what he could have become.
Facing the allies he failed. The people he promised land and power to, who lost while he drooled on the floor...
It's too much.
He tells his knight to live as a king.
He has no ambition left.
How could he, when his dreams only include simple things like baths and love?
The king who dreamed of building a completely new nation is long gone.
Or....is he?
Two dark knights.
One, promising marriage in a land far away. Free of uncomplicated things. A simple and possessive and stupid attitude. Perhaps this is all a mad slave deserves, but that's not what he is. It's certainly what a borne peasant would settle for, but not him.
It doesn't matter if he is ill for the rest of his days.
That doesn't mean anything.
If he's ashamed of what he is so what?
He can't hold back his disgust.
The fear he feels. The reader can see it, but it changes. It's easy to see the two dark knights are not the same. Both of them eventually push their king beyond what would seem possible. He lays frothing and dying and overmedicated and undermedicated and bleeding so many times.
A man with no ambition would have just died.
It's painful to watch but we can see why he doesn't immediately reclaim his lover.
It doesn't seem too good to be true.
There is no knight in shining armor.
None of this can be fixed by magic.
Thousands upon thousands must die for him to have the power, and the love, he once held.
Confused, hurt, scared. But mostly cold. The world wasn't clear anymore, it hadn't been for a long time. Something had changed, though, they knew that. But it didn't matter. Whumpee was just floating somewhere between waking and obliviousness. With how much waking hurt, they preferred to stay here.
But they were never allowed to.
Something moved, and they felt someone grab their arm. Someone warm, but that didn't matter. The pain that came from touch wasn't worth the warmth.
They tried to pull away with a soft sound of protest, but the grip only tightened. Panic started to grow and the waking world came closer again. Whumpee got a glimpse of a syringe. That was enough to make them struggle, or at least try to. They didn't have the strength for it.
When they turned their head, they caught a glimpse of someone. Someone they knew? ...Caretaker? But they wouldn't hurt Whumpee, would they?
Sudden memories of Caretaker rushed through their mind. Caretaker being there for them, laughing together, working together, and trusting them. But there were more now, too. Caretaker comforting them, holding them down, saying this was needed, apologizing right before Whumpee's body was overtaken by pain.
Whumpee tried to find their voice, panic urging them to get the words out. "...Please," they managed, "don't-"
It didn't matter. It never did. Caretaker said something, and before Whumpee could stop it, they felt that cold pressure on their arm again.
The pain hit and Whumpee gasped, now forcefully pulled to the cruel world of the waking. Their back arched off the floor and Caretaker let go, taking the only warmth Whumpee had with them.
When the fire rushed through their veins again, all Whumpee could do was scream.
