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The bar was packed when you and Lin arrived, the Friday night crowd already three drinks in and getting louder by the minute. Your friend's birthday celebration had taken over the entire back corner, and from the entrance, you could see a cluster of excited faces waving you over with enthusiastic shouts.

“Finally!” Your best friend pulled you into a hug, already tipsy. “I was starting to think you weren't coming!”

“Wouldn't miss it,” You replied, grinning as Lin's hand settled possessively on your lower back, her warm palm could be felt through your shirt. She offered a curt nod to the group, her usual stoic, unreadable expression firmly in place.

You've been dating Lin for eight months now. While she’s grown more patient with social settings, a noisy bar filled with your friends still wasn't her natural element. But she came anyway for you, even if it meant spending most of the night standing close, nursing a single glass, and radiating an air of authority that made strangers give your table a wide berth.

The first hour moved easily as you caught up with friends you hadn't seen in months. Lin stayed attached to your side, contributing little more than the occasional dry observation that never failed to hit its mark. Her touch was constant. Whether her hand rested at the small of your back, cupped your hip, or rested on your thigh when you sat down, she claimed you continuously in that subtle, unwavering way she always has.

You were chatting with an old friend from college when you felt Lin go rigid beside. Turning around and following her line of sight, your stomach did a sudden flip from the sheer awkwardness of the situation.

Your ex was here.

You and jasmine had ended things nearly two years ago, both agreeing you were better off as friends. You lost touch after she moved to another city, but judging by the quick kiss she just shared with Marcus, your best friend's brother, she was very much back in your orbit.

“Hey!” Jasmine spotted you instantly, her face lighting up. “Oh my god, I didn't know you'd be here!” She crossed the room quickly, pulling you into a brief hug before stepping back to look at you. “Wow, you look amazing. Seriously, are you using a new skin care routine or something? You’re glowing.”

“Thanks,” You said, feeling heat creep up the back of your neck. “You look great too. I didn't know you and Marcus were a thing.”

“Three months now,” She replied, beaming as Marcus wrapped an arm around her waist, offering a sheepish grin. “Small world, right? I was already in town for business so when he told me there was a party tonight I had to drop by.”

“Small indeed.” You agreed with a small laugh. You gestured to Lin, who had straightened up beside you, her dark eyes completely unreadable. “This is Lin, my girlfriend. Lin, this is Jasmine.”

“You must be the ex I've heard about,” Lin commented flatly. Not bothering to soften the words.

Jasmine's eyebrows twitched up in surprise, but she recovered smoothly, extending a hand. “Guilty. Nice to meet you, Lin.”

Lin took her hand, her grip brief but firm. “Likewise.”

The conversation should have been painful, but Jasmine has always been great at holding a conversation. Even after two years apart, the two of you seemed to reconnect like two people who used to know each other inside out. It was muscle memory at this point. You weren't flirting, or even thinking about her like that–but the chemistry was obvious.

“So you're actually at a bar,” Jasmine says, shaking her head with an amused smile. “I never thought I'd see the day. Remember how much you used to hate these places? I could barely drag you out the door.”

You laughed, a little self-conscious. “Yeah, well, people change.”

“They do,” Jasmine responded softly, her eyes glinting. “We had some good times, though, didn't we? Once I finally convinced you to loosen up a bit.”

“We did have fun,” You admitted, acutely aware of Lin beside you. The silence coming from your girlfriend was growing heavier by the second.

The topic eventually veered toward who was hosting the next monthly dinner. You offered to cook, mentioning that you’d been practicing new recipes. That was when Jasmine decided to reminisce–and the last thread of Lin’s patience snapped.

“You cooking? I need to see that,” Jasmine teased. “The one time I let you cook in our old place, I was finding flour in the cabinets for weeks.”

“That's not fair! You still ate it, didn't you?”

“Of course I did,” Jasmine said, her voice dropping into something softer, more fond. “I loved you. I would’ve eaten anything you made.”

You didn't even have time to react before Lin was in motion. Her hand vanished from your waist, the sudden absence sending a chill down your spine.

“I need another drink,” Lin interrupted. Her tone was sharp enough to slice glass. “You want anything?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, sure. Just a..”

Lin was already moving before you could finish your thought. Her shoulders were set in a hard line, her stride purposeful as the crowded bar parted around her automatically out of fear of being on the receiving end of her fury.

Jasmine winced slightly. “Is she okay?”

“She's fine,” You lie, watching Lin’s tall frame cut through the crowd, her shoulders bumping anyone who didn't move out the way fast enough.

For the rest of the night, Lin’s mood deteriorated into a slow, treacherous storm. She returned with your drink without offering an explanation, positioning herself flush against your side. Her arm locked around your waist, pulling you into her side as if physically holding you in place might quell the jealousy running hot through her veins.

When you tried to pull her into the conversation, she offered clipped, single-word answers. When Jasmine brought up another old story that made you laugh, Lin’s fingers tightened on your hip to the point that you knew it would leave a mark tomorrow.

“Lin,” You murmured under the roar of the music, leaning up toward her ear. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Her jaw flexed, her gaze locked on Jasmine as she danced with Marcus.

“You don't seem fine.”

“Drop it,” Lin snapped, her voice clear enough that a couple of people nearby glanced over.

You tried to brush it off, but her mood hung over the night like a dark cloud. Every time you spoke to Jasmine, which was unavoidable in a small group, you could feel the disapproval radiating off Lin in waves.

She barely touched her second drink, holding the glass like a weapon while her eyes stayed fixed on you with an unnerving focus. By the time you suggested heading home, Lin was already on her feet, muttering a half-hearted goodbye to your friends and making sure to glare at your ex.

The walk to her car was utterly silent. The drive home was worse, thick with a suffocating tension that electrified the air around you. Lin’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel as she turned a sharp corner, her entire profile carved into stone as she treated every red light like a personal offense to her.

“Are you going to talk to me?” You asked softly as she pulled into her parking spot.

Lin cut the engine. For a long moment, she just sat there, staring straight through the windshield. When she finally turned to look at you, her eyes were so dark and intense that the air left your lungs.

“Inside,” Lin's voice was strained and the sound of it made your stomach flutter. “Now.”

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you followed her up the stairs. You had seen Lin upset before, but this was personal– a raw possessiveness that made your skin prickle in anticipation.

The front door had barely clicked shut behind you when Lin turned. In one fluid motion, she closed the distance, backing you hard against the doorframe with the solid weight of her body. Her palms slammed against the wood on either side of your head, trapping you completely.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” She asked, her voice deceptively even.

You licked your dry lips, your breath hitching at how close she was. “Of course I did. I was with you.”

“Good answer. But you know that isn't what I asked.” Lin leaned in until her lips brushed yours with every word, her hot breath fanning across your skin. “Did you have fun catching up with your ex? Laughing at her little jokes? Reminiscing about how much she loved you?”

Understanding dawned on you, sending a sudden spike of heat pooling straight into your belly. “Lin..are you jealous?”

Her eyes flared. “You looked very comfortable with her.”

“We're just friends,” You breathed, struggling to stay focused while pinned under her weight. “We ended things years ago. There’s nothing there.”

“I don't care when it ended.” Lin reached up, her long fingers cupping your jaw in a vice grip, she tilted your head up until you had no choice but to drown in her gaze. “I care that you're mine and tonight made me wonder if you needed another reminder.”

The authority in her tone made heat pulse straight to your core. She wasn't bothering to hide her jealousy or disguise it as something polite; she wanted you to know just how crazy seeing you with Jasmine made her feel.

“I didn't forget,” You whispered back, breathless.

“No?” Her thumb dragged heavily across your lower lip, the touch claiming despite the quiet steel behind it. “Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you need to be shown.”

Lin brought her mouth down on yours with a bruising certainty, claiming you so thoroughly that your knees buckled. Her tongue swept past your lips, as you gasped into her mouth, caught off gaurd by the intensity of it.

Lin's free hand tangled deep into your hair to hold you in place while her other gripped your hip, pulling you flush against her. She made sure there wasn’t an inch of space between you. You moaned directly into her mouth, kissing her back just as reverently.

“Bedroom,” She ordered against your swollen lips, her fingers lingering at your hip just long enough to send a final shudder through you. “Strip. I want you on the bed in thirty seconds.”

Lin let go of you, but she didn't follow right away. She turned back toward the front door, locking it with a loud click that echoed through the apartment. You scrambled down the hallway, your hands clumsily working at your clothes before you even crossed the bedroom threshold. Buttons caught, fabric twisted, and your shoes were kicked off haphazardly into the corner.

Your lips were still tingling from the heat of her mouth as you moved. It was taking everything in you not to touch yourself the moment the cool bedroom air met your bare thighs. You made it to the bed just as the thirty seconds expired, your heart hammering in your chest as you waited.

From the doorway, the floorboards groaned under her weight. You spun around to see Lin’s tall shadow filling the frame, her eyes tracking your uneven breathing in the dim light. She took her time, leaning against the doorframe to let her gaze slowly rake over your exposed body, taking in each curve.

“On your knees,” Lin's voice had dropped to that authoritative tone she always used when she had a point to prove. “Hands on your thighs. Wait for me.”

You shifted instantly, pulling yourself up onto your knees in the center of the mattress. Your back straightened, hands resting on your thighs as your body became hyper-aware under her steady focus.

Lin let the silence stretch, reaching behind herself without looking and closing the bedroom door until the latch clicked shut with a soft, final thud. Her stride was slow, almost methodical as she crossed the room, her eyes holding you captive long before she ever touched you.

When she reached the bed, she cupped your face in both hands, her expression softening into something intimate.

“Before we do anything,” She said, her eyes searching yours for anything that would reveal you didn't want this. “What's your safe word?”

Your breath caught. She always asked and made sure you were comfortable, no matter how worked up either of you were.

“Badgermole,” You answered.

“And you know you can use it at any time, for any reason,” Lin continued, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. “If anything is too much, if you need to stop, you say it. Understood?”

“Yes, mommy,” You purr softly, “I understand.”

Something flickered in her eyes, satisfaction mixed with possessive heat. “Good girl. Now lie back, hands above your head.”

She held the belt up, letting it dangle from her fingers, her eyes never leaving yours. “You know what this is for?”

Your mouth went dry. “Yes, mommy.”

“Good.” She finished undressing, revealing the body you’d mapped with your hands and mouth countless times. But something felt different this time around. Tonight, everything she did was calculated, and you were entirely at her mercy.

Once she was bare, she climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips. Lin pulled your wrists together above your head, binding them to the headboard with her belt. The cool leather was snug against your heated skin and sent a fresh ripple of goosebumps down your arms.

“There,” Lin hums, her hands trailing down your arms, fingertips grazing your shoulders, and sweeping across your collarbone. “Now you can't touch me even if you want to. You're mine to do with as I please.”

When Lin leaned down, her mouth once again claiming yours with an unyielding kiss. You moaned into her mouth, flexing your bound hands uselessly, wanting nothing more than to pull her close. Lin sucked on your bottom lip, her teeth grazing it before she slid her tongue back into your mouth, dominating the kiss as you squirmed under her.

Her eyes held yours as she pulled back, her hips moving in a slow, circular motion across your lower belly, smearing her own slickness over your skin as she claimed you. “Open your mouth for me sweet girl.”

You obeyed without a second thought, parting your lips as you surrendered to the feel of her. Lin hovered over you, her hand coming up to grip your jaw, holding you in place so you could watch her unravel. Her movements against you grew faster, more desperate, yet the control was still there. Lin ground down onto your stomach like she wanted to tattoo her essence onto your skin, your muscles clenched and flexed helplessly beneath her weight as she chased her pleasure with abandon.

Lin's thumb pressed down on your tongue, watching the way you curled around her finger. Your lips latched around the single digit out of habit, sucking softly as she continued to ride you. You whimpered at one particular thrust that sent Lin sliding forward, causing her finger to sink deeper into your mouth until you gagged around it.

Lin's breathing turned harsh, her forehead came down to rest against yours as she slid a second finger past your lips.

“You feel so good against mommy.” Lin rasped, her voice breaking as her hips stuttered and flexed against your stomach.

Your moan was muffled by the fullness of her fingers in your mouth. Lin was so close–you could hear it in the ragged catch of her breath and feel the tension throughout her entire frame reaching its absolute breaking point.

Just as she was about to come she pulled her fingers from your mouth. Lin’s eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated. You tilted your head back, your tongue darting out instinctively just as Lin's orgasm crashed through her.

Watching Lin Beifong come was the most beautiful thing you have ever witnessed. Her body seized above you, her chest heaving, and she spit directly into your open mouth as her core rippled with powerful aftershocks.

​She didn't need to tell you to swallow. Your throat was already working under her heated gaze. You lie completely still beneath her as you let her come down from the high.

“Thank you, mommy,” You whispered against her lips.

​Lin didn't pull away, she stayed pressed against your stomach, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breathing gradually slowed. Her forehead rested against yours for a few long moments, letting you feel the tremors of her aftershocks and feel how wet you had made her. When she raised her head, there was this primal look flickering in her eyes. Lin's thumb dragged across your wet bottom lip, smearing the moisture there before her hand slid down the length of your neck, fingers wrapping lightly around your throat–not squeezing, just resting there as a physical reminder of her claim.

“If only you were like this when we were out,” She breathed. “Now I'm going to make you remember who you belong to, and you're not coming until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson.”

She kissed down your neck, her teeth grazing your pulse point, making you gasp. Her mouth was hot and wet as she moved lower, working over your skin as the bed started to groan under your constant tugging of the restraints. When she took your nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, your back arched completely off the bed as you encouraged her to take you.

“Did you think about her touching you like this?” Lin asked, her hand sliding down your stomach, fingers tracing her own wetness that was still sticky and visible on your skin. “When you were laughing with her tonight, remembering all your old times together? Did you think about fucking her?”

“No,” You nearly shouted, her fingers were continuing their slow descent as she lifted off of you so she could straddle your thigh. “I wasn't thinking about her at all, I was just being nice-”

Your words dissolved into a moan as her fingers slid between your legs, finding the wet, matted hair of your aching center that was soaked with your arousal.

“Look how ready you are for me,” Lin husked, her fingers circling your clit with a featherlight touch. “Your body knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?”

“Yes,” You moaned, your hips lifting to seek more pressure as you began grinding against her hand.

Lin increased the pace, her fingers sliding through your wet folds with purpose. “Say my name.”

“Lin,” You whimpered, “Mommy..”

“That's right.” Lin pushed inside slowly, one finger at first, feeling your walls stretch around her. She added a second shortly after, her thumb working in light circles around your clit, spreading your wetness around the sensitive nerve.

Her fingers curled inside you, with each drag along your walls. The pleasure built rapidly, embarrassingly so, you’d been worked up since she pinned you against the front door. And now, finally she was giving you what you needed most. Your thighs began to shake, your breath hitching as your body tensed.

You were right on the precipice, your inner walls were clenching around her fingers, bringing them impossibly deeper. Just when you were about to tip over the edge Lin abruptly pulled her hands away altogether.

The sudden emptiness left you clenching around nothing. A desperate, pathetic whine tore from your throat as your hands tugged uselessly against the leather.

“Mommy, please,” You whined, your voice small. “I was so close...”

“I know you were.” Lin didn't look away. She sat back on her heels, sucking in a long breath, showing that she was completely in control of the pace. Her eyes scanned your face–taking in your dilated pupils, the flush rising from your chest to your cheeks, and the way your body hovered in the sudden stillness. “But you don't get to come until I say you can.”

She let you sit in the silence. The bedroom seemed to tilt slightly around you. With the sudden halt of physical pleasure, your mind drifted as the edges of your thoughts began to blur into a quiet static. The frustration bled out of you, replaced by a strange, dreamlike sensation where nothing mattered except the heat of the room and the sound of Lin's breathing. Only when she saw your gaze lose its sharp focus did her fingers slide back inside you.

Lin moved slowly at first, coming almost completely out of you before shoving her fingers back in knuckles deep and twisting them. Whenever she seen your eyes fluttering closed a sharp slap would fly across your cheek causing you to cry out. She was building the delicious rhythm back up again with purposeful thrust. Her mouth found your breast, rolling your nipple around her tongue before nipping and sucking at the soft mound.

“Use your words, princess,” Lin demanded against your skin, her voice sounding slightly far away. “What do you need from me?”

“I need you, mommy,” You begged, the words coming out slurred, as her fingers scissored inside you so deep that it was becoming increasingly hard to focus on anything but the pleasure she was giving you. “I need you to let me come.”

“You want mommy to take care of you?”

“Yes, please.”

Her fingers pumped in and out of your tight cunt relentlessly as her thumb pressed down on your clit, making sure there was constant pressure there. Your approaching orgasm hit you twice as fast this time. You surged toward the edge again, every muscle in your stomach coiling tight, your mind completely gone as her fingers fucked you hard and deep. Lin knew what spots to hit to tip you over the edge, but instead of giving you what you desperately needed she froze her hand, her fingers stilling deep inside of you.

“Lin!” Tears of pure overstimulation pricked behind your eyes. The ache between your legs was agonizing, yet your body felt completely weightless, suspended in the moment. You couldn't track time, let alone the bar, Jasmine or how long you'd been at her mercy. The only thing that was sure was her hand between your thighs and her lips against your skin.

“Mommy, please, I can't-”

“You can.” Lin’s free hand came up to cup your cheek, her warm palm resting against your face, forcing your hazy eyes to meet her darkened gaze. She noted the complete surrender in your expression, your defenses entirely gone. “You'll take what I give you. Now tell me, who do you belong to?”

“You,” You sobbed out, the word slipping past your lips without a single thought. “You own me... all of me is yours.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I'm yours. This pussy is yours, there's no one else, mommy only you...” You babbled.

Lin’s gaze softened with a smug satisfaction. She leaned down and kissed you, tasting the salt of your tears on your lip, her tongue licking into your mouth to claim the last piece of you.

“That's right,” She whispered, her thumb pressing down one final time against your clit as her fingers curled deep inside. “You're mine. Not hers, or anyone else's. You belong to me.”

Your eyes fluttered, unable to hold focus as the room dissolved entirely.

“Look at me,” Lin commanded softly, anchoring you with her voice as her palm came across your cheek. “I want to watch you fall apart for me, and only me. Do you understand?”

A tiny, wordless nod was all you could give her. Lin's fingers started moving inside of you again, this time she wasnt holding back.

“Good girl. Now come for mommy.” Her command shattered the fragile dam inside of you. Your orgasm didn't just hit, it consumed, wiping out the room entirely. Your vision blurred as your body arched violently off the bed, every muscle locking as the pleasure tore through you in devastating waves.

Lin’s name tore from your throat, raw and broken, but the sound felt distant, like it belonged to someone else and not you. You tried to squirm away from the sheer intensity of it but Lin pulled you back down, her fingers continuing their merciless rhythm inside you as your inner walls clenched and fluttered around her.

“That's my good girl,” Lin's voice drifted down, muffled, as if coming through thick glass. “You're so beautiful when you fall apart for mommy like this.”

Tears slipped silently down your cheeks but there was no distress behind them, just an overwhelming, empty quiet. When Lin felt your body began to relax she gently pulled her fingers out of your cunt and you were already missing the sensation.

Metal clinked above your head next, a sharp sound that barely pierced through the thick post-nut fog. The leather gave way around your wrist but your arms didn't drop. They stayed uselessly above you on the pillow, your fingers twitching faintly as blood rushed back into your hand.

Lin moved over you with reverence. Her hands hooked under your arms and gathered you up, her palms were warm against your saturated skin as she pulled you flush against her bare chest.

The comforting heat radiating off her sent a long, involuntary shiver down your spine as your body still trembled from the last wave of aftershocks.

“I've got you,” Lin whispered against your hair. “Shh, baby it's okay.”

Words seemed to fail you, as you zeroed in on the sound of Lin's heart thumping in her chest and the feel of her skin pressed against yours. She continued to mutter encouraging words and praise into your ear, coaxing you out of that deep subspace that you found yourself submerged in.

“You did so well for me,” Lin cooed, her fingers tracking patterns along your back. “So perfect. You didn't even use your safe word sweet girl.”

Your mouth opened to reply, but all you could manage was a small sound that barely past your swollen lips. Lin shifted slightly, her hand still stroking your back as she assessed you with the same careful attention she always did after an intense session. She could feel how far gone you were–the way you couldn't quite focus.

​“Hey,” Lin's thumb brushes across your cheekbone to grab your attention. “Look at me for a second.”

​It took effort to process the command, but the sound of her voice gave you something to reach for. Your eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open, as your lidded eyes finally found her concerned ones.

​“There you are,” Lin praised quietly, her expression morphing into something warm and protective. “Can you hear me, baby?”

​You offered a small, slow nod against her chest, your throat working before you managed a raspy whisper. “Yes, mommy.”

​“Good girl. You're safe. I've got you.” She pressed a kiss to your temple, her hand tracing your spine as she felt the tension in your shoulders melt away. “Just stay right here with me.”

You weren't sure how long you laid there in her arms, but you ended up falling asleep for atleast twenty mintues before Lin's voice lured you from your slumber.

​“Wake up for me, baby,” Lin’s hand was stroking your hair, her thumb tracing your temple. “Come on, open those pretty eyes.”

You let out a long, sleepy sigh, blinking against the warm dimness of the bedroom. “Linny...” You complained, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep in her arms.

“Dont start that.” She chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I’m going to run a bath for you, okay? Stay right here.”

​You nodded, pulling the sheet up over your shoulders as Lin slid off the bed. You watched her cross the room before disappearing into the bathroom. It wasnt long before the soft roar of rushing water echoed off the tile walls, followed by the rich scent of your favorite bath bomb filling the air.

​Lin stepped back into the bedroom, her muscular frame wrapped in a robe. She checked in on you once again, her eyes warm and full of affection when she noticed you sitting up slightly, fully awake now.

​“It’s ready,” She says, walking over to extend a hand for you to take.

​You took it, letting her help you up from the mattress and lead you into the steam-filled bathroom. The tub was overflowing with thick, pink foam, the water glowing under the soft light. You stepped over the ledge, letting out a long, contented sigh as you sank into the hot, bubbly water. Every remaining ache in your muscles seemed to melt away the second you were submerged in the water.

​“I’ll be right back,” Lin promised, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before slipping out.

You leaned your head back against the edge of the tub, resting your arms in the bubbles, you heard the faint clinking of dishes from the kitchen. Not even a minute later, Lin returned carrying a tall glass of ice water and a bowl filled with fresh, chilled fruit from the fridge that consisted of strawberries, sliced mango, and grapes.

She rested the glass and bowl down on counter. “Drink first,” Lin commanded gently, picking up the glass and bringing the straw to your lips.

“So bossy.” You muttered, taking an eager sip.

Lin watched you intently, making sure you had enough before setting the glass back down. ​She then picked up a piece of mango, holding it up to your lips. “Open up.”

“So good,” You groaned, chewing happily as you looked up at her. “Thank you.”

Lin’s mouth curved into a warm, satisfied smile, her fingers casually playing with the soapy bubbles near your shoulders while she fed you another piece of fruit. “Anything for my girl.”

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.”