#sub space

All he could do was look up at you with that adoring look in his eyes, going non verbal. You had noticed it when he wasn’t stressed over talking anymore, just feeling. 

Squirming with the softest whimpers, his mind was in a haze. Heeseung was a beautiful mess under you. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his eyes glazed over and unfocused, staring at the ceiling and back at you as if he was zoned out on a movie. 

You had spent the last hour reducing him to this state, he trusted you enough to take control. A collection of whimpers, pleas, and trembling legs. The ropes were gone now, put away after you’d pushed him to his limit with them. He came so many times, now just on cloud 9 where every touch of yours turned into pleasure. 

His wrists had pink marks of your earlier restraints, a temporary brand along with his pretty hickeys that made your chest swell with satisfaction. 

He was yours now. Completely.

But the scene wasn’t over, if he wanted to stop, he’d just mutter the safe word. And you’d drop the candle immediately. 

His chest flushed a pretty pink, decorated with the drips of hardened red wax. He was gone, floating in that deep subspace you had so carefully curated for him, mind quiet and pliant, his body completely yours to command.

“Say the word for me baby, do you remember it?” you tipped the candle just over his tender nipple, causing him to softly gasp.

“R-red,” Heeseung muttered out.

“That’s right, we can stop at any time.”

“Mm,” he went non-verbal yet again, only replying when you ask him a question. Eyes unfocusing as his mind only paid attention to the series of drips over his soft abs. Wincing softly at the rain.

Your hand then lowered, glancing at his flushed naked body just before you started dripping it on his thighs. 

Heeseung took in a shaky breath as he rubbed his sticky thighs together, his past release still painted messily across them. The pain made his cock leak non-stop.

“No, legs spread apart,” you commanded.

And he did just that. A soft, broken whimper was his only response as he forced his trembling thighs apart, exposing himself completely to you.

“Good job, Seungie,” his lashes fluttered at his favorite ever nickname, his eyes flickering to your lips. He craved your kisses so bad, but he knew he had to earn them.

You try to hold back a smile, but your lips twitched upwards into one anyway, “You’ll cum one last time for me won’t you? I won’t use my hands this time~”

You tilted the candle again, this time aiming for the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He watched with wide, hazy eyes as the first droplet fell. It landed just a centimeter from his balls, and the sharp, intense sting made his entire body jolt. A choked cry escaped his lips, his back arching off the bed. You knew just how far you could go, the pain was enough to sting, but not enough to leave a burn, you had bought these specific candles just for him.

“Ha…ha..” his breathing was the most gorgeous, uncontrolled mess, he wasn’t trying to react in an appealing way, it was just raw submission. And something about that carelessness turned you on.

His mind was free of thoughts, only conscious for you, still here..she’s still here. He tries to think, but loses his thoughts immediately, mind existing for you and the pleasure you bring him. 

You shifted and laid stomach faced down between his legs, face just inches away from his cock. He spread his legs instinctively to make more space for you. The red candle in your other hand, flame dangerously close. His thighs trembled beneath you as you licked a stripe up his messy cock. “Mm, so sweet for me.”

“You won’t hate me for this will you?” you cooed before giving him a chance to react, a sharp drip tipping down the shaft of his dick before it hardened.

His entire body seized, arching into a perfect bow before your weight held him down. His heels dug into the mattress. The pain was blinding, his subspace-addled mind instantly transmuted it into the most profound pleasure he had ever felt. You locked your fingers with his, he held on tightly. 

Heeseung went silent before breaking down into numerous sharp gasps. After cumming multiple times, his over-sentisized dick immediately translated any form of touch into pleasure. His vision went white, and for a moment, he was sure he had died. His cock pulsed violently, and he came, hard, white ropes of cum splattered across his stomach and chest without a single touch.

The prettiest sight you had ever seen.

You gave him a moment to mutter, or even whisper, the safe word. When you heard nothing, the play truly began.

The only answer was the ragged breaths tearing from his lungs as he shuddered through the most intense orgasm of his life. He didn’t say the word. Of course he didn’t. He was yours, and he trusted you to take him however far you wanted to go.

“You’ll take it all for me baby?”

Heeseung nodded repeatedly, lips quivering as tears ran messily down his cheeks. 

You didn’t stop. You let another droplet fall, this one on the sensitive ridge just below the head. Then another, and another, tracing a line of liquid fire down the shaft. His screams dissolved into desperate, choked sobs, body writhing uncontrollably. 

His skin was slick with sweat and tears, his cock a mess of hardened wax and fresh, leaking pre-come. Another orgasm rising up. You had lost count of how many times he had come already, but felt excitement crawl up every time you watched him get hard again. 

He was gone, completely submerged in the feeling, his mind a blank slate. The candle was burning down quickly now, the pool of wax growing larger. You decided to finish it. Instead of individual drops, you tilted the candle further, letting it steadily drip down all at once. It took him a moment before it registered to his brain. 

That’s what broke him.

The continuous, unrelenting heat was too much. His eyes rolled back into his head. Abs tightening as his fists clutched the sheets. 

“Fuck..fuck..it..mmh!—”

His cock, trapped under the hardening shell of wax, pulsed violently. A shattering orgasm ripped through him but this time, there was nothing left to give. Just plain dry, a spasm of pure pleasure, limbs trembling which left him utterly limp and panting beneath you.

Heeseung’s trembling hand reached out to grip yours, “R-red.. Red– please..”

And then you blew out the flame, tossing the leftover candle away off the bed.

Tears streamed down his face, his body wracked with shudders. He was deep, so deep in subspace that he was barely conscious, his mind a quiet, peaceful void after the sensory storm.

“We’re stopping. I’ve got you,” you murmured, your voice soft and urgent as you reached up, thumbs brushing away the tears. 

He wasn’t just crying from the intensity, the first tendrils of subdrop were already coiling in his gut. The harsh comedown from the chemical high of subspace and adrenaline, the pleasure was fading and all he could feel was the exposed nerve of vulnerability. 

You knew you had to treat him right, when he’s coming down from his high.

“Open your eyes, I’m right here.”

It took a moment, but his lashes fluttered, his adoring eyes now held a hint of fear. 

Maybe you went too far.

“Sit up for me, can you?” your hands gently caressed his arm. He blinked at you for a moment.

And then he clung to you, so tight. 

“You okay?” you asked softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.

He shook his head, his face still hidden in your neck. “I..I feel..empty,” he choked out, his voice hoarse and fragile.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at his face. His eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, his expression so vulnerable it made your chest ache. You cupped his cheek in your hand, stroking his skin with your thumb.

“It’s a drop, the feeling will go away, Hee. You want me, I’m here mm?”

Your thumb traced slow, grounding circles into his back until the space inside him didn’t feel so hollow anymore, just open. He finally felt conscious of the sensation, mind clearer as he focused on grounding himself. 

Somehow you made it so easy, his heart swelled.

He pulled away minutes later, his expression warm with a tinge you couldn’t place your finger on. 

“Can you do this more often..?”

You tilt your head, studying his face. “Like, the candles?”

“No..holding me. I like you next to me when I feel like this,” his fist softly clutches your shirt as he studies your eyes with his sweet ones.

“So cute this way, wanting me in your arms as you come down baby.”

“Always want you.”

-- assumed it's the body safe candles specifically made for wax play

-- i still might not have the concept of subspace down completely idkidk lmk but these reqs are fun keep them coming

You nod because you can’t think. You can’t breathe right, can’t even remember your name. He smiles, slow and cruel, dragging his tongue along your ear. “What happened to all those smart little words, baby? Where’d they go?” His hips roll up, a deliberate grind that makes your eyes roll back. “Oh. Right. I fucked ’em outta you.”

He’s relentless—thrusts sharp, precise, the kind of rhythm that feels designed to split you in two. Every time you think you can catch up, he changes the angle, fucks deeper, rougher, until your nails are carving half-moons into his skin. “Use your words, doll,” he murmurs against your neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin. “You tell me to stop and I stop. You tell me to slow down and I slow down. Understand?”

You manage a shaky, “Y-yes, sir,” and it earns you a dark, satisfied hum.

“Good girl.” The praise lands low and heavy, pulling another pulse of wet heat from you. “Now take it. You wanted this, remember? Wanted to see how far that pretty body could go.”

He shifts you easily, one arm locking around your waist as the other presses at your clit—metal thumb circling with mechanical precision. The sensation is too much, way too much, but you can’t say no, not when he’s watching you like that—like you’re a miracle he built himself.

Your breath breaks. “Bucky, please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He cuts you off with a groan, slamming up into you so deep you swear you feel it in your ribs. “You will. You’re mine. You come when I say. You breathe when I say. Got it?”

Something inside you snaps, folds in on itself like soft light, and the world narrows down to the heat of him, the weight of him, the sound of him whispering filth in your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let go for me again. Make a mess on my cock. C’mon, I know that brain’s all fuzzy now.”

You do—god, you do. It hits harder than the first time, your whole body locking up as a strangled sob leaves your throat. He doesn’t stop. Keeps fucking through it, pace brutal, praising you even as his words cut sharp. “That’s my dumb little girl. Look at you—so far gone you don’t even know what you’re begging for.” His fingers grab your chin, force your gaze to meet his. “You love it, don’t you? Being ruined by me.”

A whimper. A nod. That’s all you have left.

He chuckles, low and wrecked. “Couldn’t even fake a thought if I asked you to, huh? All that clever talk from earlier just gone. I like you like this—quiet and dripping.” He slaps your thigh, just enough sting to make you yelp. “Say thank you.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” you gasp, words slurred and shaky.

“For what?”

“For… for fucking me.”

“For ruining you,” he corrects, and thrusts again, slow and deep. “Say it.”

“For ruining me,” you echo, tears catching in your lashes, pleasure burning so hot it borders on pain.

“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to your temple—soft, almost tender—and it makes you cry harder. He sees it, loves it, wipes at the tears with his thumb before dragging that same thumb back down to your mouth. “Open.”

You obey. He slides it past your lips, lets you taste salt and metal. “There you go,” he mutters, eyes gone dark with heat. “That’s my perfect little thing.”

Your third orgasm blindsides you. It’s less a release and more a collapse, your body shaking uncontrollably while he holds you upright, still moving, still whispering filth against your skin. “Can feel you squeezing me, baby. Trying to milk me already? You greedy even now?” He bites your shoulder when you moan. “You want my cum that bad? Want it deep where it belongs?”

“Yes—please—” The word dissolves into a sob when he grinds in, hard, staying there.

“That’s what I thought.”

He pulls you back against his chest, hand splayed over your sternum so he can feel every ragged breath. “You take every drop, understand?” he growls, and you nod weakly, dizzy, trembling. His rhythm breaks, hips jerking once, twice, before he groans—deep and raw—and spills inside you.

For a moment, everything is still. Just heartbeats and heat and the soft sound of him breathing against your neck. His voice drops to something unbearably gentle. “You still with me, baby?”

You hum—barely—and he exhales like he’s been holding it in the whole time. “Good girl. You did so fuckin’ good for me.”

He eases out slow, murmuring praise the whole time, catches you before you slump completely. There’s a towel, a kiss to your shoulder, his big hands moving careful over you now. The sharpness is gone; in its place, only reverence.

“You okay, doll?”

“Floaty,” you manage, and he smiles, proud and soft. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “That’s called subspace. Means I did my job right.”

He tucks you beneath the covers, climbs in beside you, and pulls you against his chest. The contrast—his earlier roughness and the gentleness now—makes your eyes sting again. He notices, of course. He always does.

“Shh,” he whispers, brushing your hair back. “You’re safe. Just breathe. You did perfect.”

His hand rubs slow circles on your back, grounding you, voice a steady hum in the dark. “You’re mine, sweetheart. My good girl. The only one who gets me like this.”

You drift somewhere between sleep and awareness, heartbeat syncing with his, body aching in the best possible way. Every nerve is still singing. You try to say thank you again, but it comes out a slurred murmur against his throat.

He hears it anyway. Smiles against your hair. “Don’t thank me, baby,” he murmurs. “It’s my honor to take care of you.”