#sub link

link is flushed all the way up to his ears when you tug him down onto the bed with you, his hair sticking to his cheek from the sweat he’s worked up earlier. he looks like he’s waiting for you to say something, like he’s bracing for a demand, but you just pat your thigh and pull him close.

he’s already hard when you slide his trousers off — thin and twitchy, a soft pinkish tip that’s leaking more than he probably realises. not huge, not intimidating, just…him. perfect in a way that makes your mouth water because it fits you so well every single time. it’s the kind of cock you can get addicted to, small enough to press deep without hurting, but stiff enough to make your toes curl when he moves just right.

but tonight, you don’t want him to move at all.

you guide him in, slow, sinking down onto him until you feel the weight of him snug inside you. link’s jaw goes slack, a sound spilling from his lips that he tries to swallow down, and you shush him with a hand on his chest. he’s so warm inside, filling you in a way that makes your belly thrum with need, but instead of riding him like he expects, you just stay there, shifting until he’s seated all the way.

his eyes fly open, blue and panicked. “y-you’re not—?”

“shh,” you murmur, stroking over his ribs. “just wanna keep you in me. nice and full.”

the poor boy trembles. his cock twitches inside, leaking, every throb making your walls flutter around him. he’s sensitive, always so sensitive, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to buck his hips.

you nuzzle into his neck, lips brushing his pulse. “you feel so good, link. small and perfect, keeping me stretched juust right.”

he whines at that, biting down on his lip. your cunt clenches around him lazily, not even fucking, just holding. your warmth swallows him whole, sticky and tight, and his hands fist the sheets because he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

time stretches out like this — link buried inside, his cock twitching helplessly while you breathe against his throat, your thighs hooked around his hips to keep him caged. the intimacy of it has him melting, shaking from restraint, little gasps slipping out every time you squeeze around him without warning.

“you like being my plug, hm?” you tease quietly, voice soft and mocking all at once. “just sitting here, letting me keep you inside like this.”

his whimper is muffled against your hair, but his cock gives you the answer for him. he loves it. loves being used like this, even if it’s just to keep you full and satisfied.

and gods, the longer you stay stuffed with him, the more your body hums with a lazy heat — like his small, pink cock was meant to be in you forever.

“H-hah… ma’am…” he whimpers out as he throws his head back . “P-please…”

“No.” you say in a firm voice. “You’re not getting anything until I’m done with this essay.”

“Mmh-mmh…” he nods in agreement.

He’s been like that for 20 minutes now, you buried inside him whilst you work on an essay - and he gets nothing. No touching, no grinding, no asking for more.

His hands rest on your hips, occasionally grabbing your chair, but he doesn’t dare put them even near his dick. It’s throbbing, but all it’s getting is the occasional rub of the fabric of your shirt.

He has been begging for your touch for the entire day - but long classes at your uni, and you working on an important essay afterwards had made it difficult.

But you had come up with a solution to keep him entertained. Your strap. He’s sitting on your lap, whilst you sit on your chair at your desk, working on your essay. It’s a different one than the one you usually use, a few more ridges, but there’s no notable difference in size.

You had smiled mischievously at him as you helped prepare him to take it. “It’s different from what we usually use. I hope that it'll make you feel even better.”

So far, he hasn’t noticed any difference. Maybe you were wrong? But still, the pressure against that spot and how close he is to you, mixed with the burning humiliation of you being completely dressed, and him being nude - it’s enough to keep him excited.

You move again, and he whimpers. A “Please, ma’am…” escapes him before he can stop it.

You put your pencil down. “Mmh, I just need to write a few more words.” You gently wrap your arms around his waist and lean down to kiss his forehead. He’s once more made aware of your size difference - how much smaller he is in comparison to you.

“We’re going to try something new now, sweetheart, and if you don’t like it, please tell me immediately, okay? Then we’ll stop.” you say in a kind voice. His heartbeat quickens, both with excitement at what you’ve got planned for him, and with appreciation for how gentle you are with him.

“O-okay, ma’am.” he replies shyly.

Although he knew that he liked having a partner in the lead since he started dating, there always came some insecurities with it - it makes him vulnerable in a way he’s not used to. But you have always respected and cared for him, always made sure that everything was enjoyable for him…

You reach down to the strap and press a small button at the very base that he hasn’t noticed before. The toy inside of him starts vibrating.

He’s never felt something like this before.

Sure, you thrusting in and out of him felt good, but this is different.

He moans, loudly, and can’t find it in himself to stop.

“Ah - hah - w-what is? G… good…” is all Link manages to say. He squirms around and a fucked-out giggle escapes against his permission. “Th…tha… thank you… feel… good!”

You smile at him and gently kiss his forehead as you continue writing your essay.

“Sweetheart?” you ask in a kind voice.

“Y…yes…” he looks at you with a blissful expression as the strap whirs away inside of him.

“You can touch yourself, feel free to move all you want.” you instruct, “but… no cumming, okay?”

He pouts, but nods.

After a few minutes of the strap vibrating against him, he lazily starts humping his own hand. There’s no more structure to it, he’s too dumbed down to think properly. Link is still murmuring phrases, and occasionally drools on your shirt - as you write the last word, he starts frantically begging to cum.

“Ple-ase… miss… feels- can’t hold it-“

“H-hurts…”

You put your pen down and your hands join his on his dick, gentle, planned out strokes and teases.

“Shh… you’re doing so well… I’m so proud of you, my knight…”

“You have my permission, sweetheart.”

This seems to really do it for him. “T-thanks…” he drools on your shirt. With a loud moan, he feels himself get pushed over the edge.

“Th..ank you, thank you, thank you- I love you!”

“I love you too, Link.”

thank you for reading ♥️

First and foremost, they are best friends and business partners. They have lived their whole lives as equals, so if they were to engage in a kink relationship, they would need balance there, neither one of them ever being fully in control of the other unless they're in a scene. They have tight schedules and busy lives, so all of their scenes would be agreed upon beforehand and planned out. They would agree on who is dom for that night so both could be prepared and ready for that head space, especially because of the nature of competition on the show, they don't know who might have won a game or something that afternoon before a scene and that doesn't need to influence their time together.

Rhett McLaughlin is a big man. He can command a room and a conversation and he often takes care of Link and watches out for him. He would be a good dom and he knows Link like no one else. He's a counter to Link's eagerness and bratty nature. He can easily control him because of his size and let's be honest, he's the most likely person for Link to listen to at all. But Rhett has mentioned before how he's always been trying to shrink and be small and not take up space. He talked about how he'd love to be cuddled buy a huge guy. He trusts Link with everything and could easily give up control to him. Link has a big presence and he would find great ways to make Rhett feel small. Thus, Rhett would make a good dom and sub for Link.

Link Neal is baby and bratty and mischievous and he's thin and small compared to Rhett, easily manhandled. It's difficult for him to give up control, but if anyone can get it from him, it's Rhett. He wants to be told to shut up, he loves to be edged. He wants to be hit and tied up and for everything to be out of his hands for once. He trusts Rhett no matter what and he'd be a perfect sub for him sometimes and an insufferable one other times. But Link also loves control. He would know Rhett's body even better than his own, touching him in exactly the right places to get him riled up or to keep him from coming. He would have every aspect of a scene prepared to the last detail. He would feel anxious because kink can be intense, but the moment he's in dom head space, all the anxieties melt away and he knows what he's doing, knows exactly how to make Rhett feel amazing and keep him in line, though Rhett is rarely bratty. This is an area where he knows he can excel. He has full control over every aspect of it, and though it very rarely comes into play in his daily life, he loves when Rhett surrenders control to him.

They are great at making each other feel good and giving each other exactly what they need no matter who is dom or who is sub. It subtracts the push and pull of their every day relationship and lets them be there for each other. But the key is, it has to be a switch dynamic. Sometimes Link needs control and Rhett needs to feel small. Sometimes Link needs to surrender and Rhett needs that authority. It's a measured push and pull.