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The intense sound of typing fills your bedroom - the clicking and clacking of the keys on your keyboard echoing throughout the empty room. It’s so loud, in fact, that it practically drowns out the soft music streaming from your Bluetooth speakers. Not that you realise. No, your focus is on one thing, and one thing only: completing your thesis. Furiously, your fingers move across your keyboard, your stare honed in on the harsh white screen of your laptop. You’re incredibly close to finishing the paper - so close, you can practically taste the end.

It only takes you a few more moments, however, before you’re pulling away and letting out a scream of triumph. “Yes! Fucking yes!” you cheer as you pump your fists into the air victoriously. 100 pages. You’d just completed 100 pages of your PhD thesis - and you’re pretty sure your fingers are about to fall off. Especially since you’ve been typing for the last six hours. However, after long, long, months, you’re finally done. Instantly, the tension in your shoulders dissipates and you find your body slumping in your chair. 

Of course, you still need to proofread and edit. But at least the vast majority of it is done. Thus, you decide to call it a night. Particularly considering it’s nearing midnight now. Not that you’re not used to pulling all-nighters or anything. It’s just that you don’t want to pull one now. Especially since your dissertation isn’t due for another two weeks at least. So, for now, you save your work and shut down your laptop.

Once done, you wearily run your hands over your face before stretching your back - the muscles straining as you let out a loud groan. Boredom settles in your bones, and needing some sort of downtime, you grab your phone and walk over to your bed. Lazily, with a bounce, you flop onto the mattress and begin scrolling through your notifications, only for your mouth to set into a slight frown.

Namjoon still hasn’t texted you. Not that you were really expecting him to in the first place. Your boyfriend had finished his own thesis a couple of days ago - in its entirety - and thus, was out celebrating right now. Of course, you had the opportunity to go yourself, but instead, you’d decided to sit at home and do your work. A decision you were sorely regretting - particularly because you could have been getting drunk with your boyfriend instead. Rather, almost stupidly, you’d decided to be good and stay in and finish your thesis - letting Namjoon go alone.

Flipping your body onto your front, you open Snapchat and begin scrolling through the various stories posted. It’s a Saturday night, and consequently, most of your friends are at Hoseok’s party - the very same one Namjoon is at now. They are best friends after all, and you know Namjoon would never miss a party - especially one thrown by his friends. Mindlessly, you scroll through the different videos, and when you see the various poorly filmed clips, you can’t help but wish you had gone. Of course, you could still go, but you just couldn’t be bothered to get dressed. Besides, the only reason you want to go is that, without your boyfriend here to keep you company, you’re simply bored.

If only he were home, you’d be able to find something to do. Preferably him. Mainly because, with deadlines approaching, the two of you have barely been able to spend time together. Both of you are in the midst of your PhD: Namjoon studying astrophysics, and you studying pharmaceuticals. Of course, both are heavy academic subjects, and thus, with your upcoming deadlines, the two of you have been swamped with your university work. Thus, anytime you did sleep together, it would be full of frenzied kisses, frantic wandering hands, and either Namjoon rutting into you hard, or you bouncing your ass on his dick as fast as you could: both of you needing a quick form of stress relief before you went back to your work.

Of course, now, you’re both free - which means the two of you can finally spend time with each other again. You’ve sorely missed Namjoon the past couple of weeks. You miss going on dates with him, or having lunch together, or even just sitting in and watching him cook. Or, well, attempt to cook. And of course, you can’t deny that you’ve missed the sex. Proper sex. Not the quickies you’ve both been forced to endure thanks to your thesis deadlines. God, you can’t wait to properly fuck him again. Or better yet, have him fuck you senseless. That last thought has a shiver of anticipation running up your spine.

All of a sudden, you find yourself stopping when you come across Seokjin’s story. Unlike most of the videos, this one isn’t as blurry. In fact, you can see things pretty clearly. Initially, all you see is Seokjin popping into view - the camera zoomed in on his face as he pressed a kiss to the lens before someone knocked into him. You hear Seokjin yell in the indignant way he does before he flips the camera around.

The first thing you notice is Hoseok, his lips glued to some random person while he grinds into them. The second thing you notice is your boyfriend towards the back, surrounded by a couple of people. Dressed in a tight, white button-up, ripped dark-wash jeans and his favourite beat-up leather jacket loosely resting from his shoulders; he leans casually against the wooden fence of Hoseok’s garden. With a drink loose in his hand, and a lop-sided smirk on his face - his dimple indenting, he looks the epitome of sin. The last thing you notice, however, is the woman standing awfully close to him.

She’s barely dressed - clothed in a crop top and an even shorter skirt - which really, you only point out because it’s still early spring-late winter - and you have no ideahow she’s not freezing her ass off. With her body faced towards your boyfriend, she smiles flirtatiously while trying to garner his attention. You can’t help the sigh of frustration that falls from your lips at that. You’re used to people flirting with Namjoon, even right in front of you. Not that Namjoon encourages it or anything. However, he does have a reputation.

Before the two of you got together, Namjoon was known as one of the campus’ biggest fuckboys. With his upper body decked in tattoos: two full, beautifully intricate sleeves, a detailed illustration of dark roses and thorns around his neck, and then various pieces littered on his upper chest, handsome features: from his sharp eyes, angular jaw and thick, plush lips; and his charming personality, paired with a wholly dominating and seductive aura, Namjoon had an incredibly dangerous, not to mention completely, and utterly, sexy, aura. One that attracted people to him like moths to a flame.

The bad boy image worked for him well, and he definitely milked it - dressing in nothing but leather jackets, large boots, and dark jeans - some distressed, some just ridiculously tight. Not to mention the way he’d smirk: pillowy lips pulling into a lop-sided smile and bearing his teeth in a wolfish, smug grin that had panties and boxers dropping left, right and centre, or that smooth way he spoke: with the confidence and charisma most men could only dream of.

You know your boyfriend, you know his reputation from before you, and you know that years ago, he’d been the biggest flirt and had bedded more than his fair share of men and women on campus. So, you’re not surprised that the girl is trying her luck - especially, with the way he’s dressed tonight, and you being nowhere in sight. After all, even knowing the two of you are together, people still approached and flirted with him every now and then. However, to your absolute pleasure, Namjoon barely pays her any attention, his attention more on Yoongi and Jungkook. You watch as the woman taps Namjoon’s shoulder, causing your boyfriend to send her a scathing look before muttering something, only to turn back to his friends.

You don’t know what he says, but either way, his words send her scowling and stomping away. Seeing that, a smile curls onto your face. Of course, you’ve been with Namjoon for nearing five years now - four and a half to be exact - and you trust him implicitly. You know he loves you, and he’d never cheat on you; but to see him so blatantly disregard someone else’s advances, even when you aren’t there, still has your heart fluttering. Over and over, you replay that one specific clip, your smile growing and growing, until your cheeks ache.

Then, unable to help yourself, you’re immediately closing snapchat and opening your texts. Fingers gliding over the keyboard, you quickly type out your message. Once it’s delivered, you move to swap to a different app, not expecting a response from him so soon. Nevertheless, much to your surprise, you’re almost immediately getting a notification from him.

You: cute girl next to you ;)

Daddy Long Dick🖤: what? are you here?

You: no, I’m at home! I saw on Jinnie’s sc story! she’s cute tho

Daddy Long Dick🖤: oh, okay

Daddy Long Dick🖤: and idk, didn’t notice... just saw she wasn’t you and told her I wasn’t interested because I have a beautiful girlfriend 💕

His response has you smiling even wider - if that was possible. You read over the message a couple more times, and without fail, each time your eyes coast over the words, your stomach flips as butterflies bloom within its pits. Before you can type up another response, however, Namjoon is sending you another text.

Daddy Long Dick🖤: hows the thesis going tho? shouldn’t you be working on that Dollface?

You almost huff at his message. Really, for someone with a ‘bad boy’ reputation, he really cared far too much about academics and education. That had been a surprise when you’d first met him. The two of you had met towards the end of your first year - when you were flunking the maths portion of your pharmaceutical degree and had been recommended a tutor to help. Of course, you’d taken the offer, but to your utter surprise, it had been Namjoon that had turned up. Up until then you had, of course, only heard of him. But you had no idea that he was an astrophysics major, nor the fact that he was top of the university - Namjoon having already been in his second year at that point.

At first, you’d been intimidated by him. How could you not be? He was practically a legend on campus and every guy wanted to be him while most girls and guys wanted to fuck him. You, of course, included in that latter group. Because really, who in their right possible mind could look at Kim Namjoon, and not want to sleep with him? However, you’d dismissed your chances. While you weren’t exactly shy, you hadn’t been overly outgoing either - a happy middle between the two. Meaning, if you’d meet new people you were timid and wary, but once you got to know them, you could really let loose and have fun. Thus, you weren’t expecting him to take any interest in you.

At first, you’d barely even been able to speak to him without blushing - his smooth, rich voice making you practically squirm in your seat. Really, speaking about calculating the molar concentration of a chemical, or working out equilibriums shouldn’t have been as sexy as he made it out to be. But, eventually, you had gotten used to him and gradually, you’d become comfortable around him. After all, he’d surprised you by being far sweeter and respectful than you’d expected. Though, that had mostly been because of your own prejudice over him, based solely on what you’d heardabout him.

However, once you’d spent some actual time with him, and discovered his love for numbers and space, or his enigmatic mind, or even just his weirdly adorable sense of humour, you’d quickly fallen for him. Though, again, you hadn’t expected it to go anywhere. Why would you? He was Kim Namjoon, he could have anyone he wanted. And he probably had. So, it was to your absolute surprise, when he’d asked you out after your final tutoring session. Of course, you’d shakily stuttered out a yes, and now, here you both are - four and a half years later.

Needless to say, no one had expected you to last - including your own friends, as well as his. Although, you’re not surprised by that. As you said, Namjoon had a reputationand it certainly wasn’t one of commitment and monogamy. Nonetheless, your one date had turned into a second, and then a fifth, and then before you knew it, he was officially asking you to be his girlfriend. The entirety of campus had been shaken by that news, especially when you’d made it ‘Facebook official’, and people had mourned the loss of the biggest fuckboy on campus. Not you though. No, your reaction had been one of pride. After all, you’re the one who’d managed to get Kim Namjoon to enter an exclusive, committed relationship. Hell, your chest still swells with pride every now and then.

All of a sudden, your phone buzzes, and you’re drawn out of your reverie by your boyfriend’s text. Eyes skimming the screen, you can’t help the way your spine tingles, or the way your abdomen heats with the dull fire of arousal at his new message.

Daddy Long Dick🖤: everything okay babe? Or are you just working on your thesis like my good girl ;)

You: no! I finished!! It’s all done, just waiting to be proofread and edited lmao… whenever I get to it :’)

You: but you should come home, I’m bored and miss you :((

Daddy Long Dick🖤: ah baby, congrats! I knew you could do it💖

Daddy Long Dick🖤: also I would, but I brought Guk here and I don't think he’s ready to leave :(

Disappointment fills you at his words. Corners of your mouth turning downward, your bottom lip juts out in the slightest as your smile is replaced by a pout. You let out a little huff as you consider what to do next. Namjoon was pretty good at not ditching his friends, even for you. Not that you really expected him to - they’ve known each other longer than you’ve known Namjoon. But, it’s been so long since you’ve fucked Namjoon properly, and him calling you a good girl only has you growing more heated. Still, Namjoon isn’t likely to leave the party early and ditch his friends. Without a good reason. And if you know your boyfriend, there’s always one thing that works.

You: pls :( I’ll let you fuck my throat :(

Daddy Long Dick🖤: fuck babe, you can’t just say things like that. And as much as I like fucking your throat, I can’t leave Guk alone here

You: Daddy please :( I miss you

You: and your dick :(

Daddy Long Dick🖤: fuck... I miss you too, but I said no Dollface. just wait for me to get home. I’ll only be another hour or so

Your nose immediately crinkles as you read his text. Dissatisfied by his response, you lock your phone and throw it on the bed beside you while you wonder what else you could do to bring him home. Naturally, you could just wait for him to come home. Except, there’s no fun in that. Besides, you want him now. Suddenly, a flash of an idea echoes through your mind, and you quickly sit up before jumping off of the bed. Walking towards the floor-length mirror you grin smugly to yourself. If your text didn’t work, you’d just have to send him some nudes. That was sure to bring him home.

Promptly, you strip off your pyjama top, your nipples immediately twisting to hardness at the chill of the room. Opening the camera, you pose in front of the mirror before snapping a picture and sending it to your boyfriend.

You: how about now :) [Image Attached]

Daddy Long Dick🖤: FUCKING. BABE. YOONS AND GUK ALMOST SAW THAT.

That’s it. No mention of coming home. Huffing in annoyance, you shimmy off your bottoms too, leaving you only in your skimpy lace underwear. Once again posing, you snap another picture before sending it to him.

You: well, if you were home now there wouldn’t be a risk of them seeing :) [Image Attached]

Daddy Long Dick🖤: Stop it. I’m warning you, Dollface.

The change in tone has goosebumps prickling at your skin, and involuntarily, your inner walls clamps - releasing a gush of wetness that soaks into the flimsy fabric of your underwear. This time, you drop to the space directly in front of the mirror, and spreading your legs enticingly, you slip your hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. The moment your warm fingers brush against your clit, you buck into your own hand, while your mouth falls open in a sharp gasp. Once again, you snap a picture and send it to him.

You: hmmm… no, I don’t think I will :) [Image Attached]

Daddy Long Dick🖤: Dollface… You know what happens when you behave like a brat and don’t listen to Daddy.

Oh, you know. You know very well what happens when you disobey Namjoon’s orders. Which is exactly why you’re doing it - because you miss your boyfriend and you desperatelywant him to come home - even if it means behaving like a brat and earning yourself a punishment. Though, you use the term ‘punishment’ loosely, because really, it’ll be as enjoyable for you, as it will be for him. Especially since you love nothing more than when Namjoon pushes you to your absolute limits, and then a little further, because he knows you can take it.

When you’d first started dating Namjoon, you had been wary about sleeping with him. Not only because of the fear of catching something unpleasant - to which Namjoon had scoffed and told you he was clean, only used condoms and frequently got tested - but also because you knew Namjoon was far more experienced than you. Of course, it’s not like you hadn’t had sex before him, you just hadn’t had as much. However, eventually, you had started sleeping with him, and the sex had been mindblowing.

Namjoon was - is - a genuinely fantastic lover, and fucking him had been almost a sexual awakening - particularly because he was always so open to experimenting. Before Namjoon, you’d had a pretty bland sex life, your past lovers not really wanting to try anything out of the ordinary. Namjoon, however, was the completely opposite, and it didn’t matter what you wanted to try - whether it was being gagged and blindfolded, double penetration using your favourite sex toy, or even being tied up and having wax dripped all over you - Namjoon was happy to try it all, as long as it was what you wanted.

Thus, through Namjoon, you had discovered a whole plethora of different kinks, and now, your sex life is more vibrant than ever: Namjoon taking the dominant role, and you the submissive - and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Hell, before Namjoon you wouldn’t have even considered your next move - but you trust your boyfriend - implicitly. Thus, spreading your legs a little wider, you shove your hands further into your underwear - and this time, you hit record.

Staring into the reflective glass, directly at the camera lens, you pump your fingers through your folds, and relish in the feel of them against your dewy nether lips. Low whimpers resounding through the room, “Daddy… I’m so horny,” you whine - your fingers running through your folds with feather-light touches. For a moment, you consider teasing yourself a bit more, however, you don’t want to record too long.

Thus, instantly, you push two of your fingers into your slick entrance - a low moan of want resounding through the air when you feel the pleasurable burn of the stretch. Swiftly, you begin pumping them, while simultaneously bucking into your hand. Through it all, you keep your gaze firmly on the camera lens through the mirror reflection - as if it were Namjoon himself. Pushing your fingers a little deeper, you curl them at the knuckle, the action making you throw your head back. You know your body well enough, that within a few strokes - your thumb brushing against your clit intermittently - you can feel your orgasm draw near.

Seeing your thighs shake in the mirror, you forcibly tear your fingers out of your own pussy with a low groan of protest. You lean forward, your body coming more into focus in the mirror’s reflection. Swiftly, you hold up your sticky fingers, and a smirk crawling on your face, you spontaneously swipe them against the glass: leaving a thick trail of your wetness on the surface. The camera instantly focuses on the wet patch, and your smile widens.

You drop your voice a couple of octaves, before “Look how wet I am Daddy… you should probably get here before I make myself cum,” you murmur, your voice taking on a sultry inflexion. Then, after shoving your hand back into your panties, and with a loud moan when your fingers enter your cunt again, you cut the recording.

You: you should get home soon, Daddy :) [Video Attached]

Completely on edge, you wait a couple of minutes for Namjoon to respond. Time passes excruciatingly slow - the seconds passing agonisingly. Momentarily, you wonder if he’s not going to respond at all, and disappointment begins clouding your being. Then, all of a sudden your phone buzzes.

Daddy Long Dick🖤: If you cum before I’m home, you won’t be cumming the rest of the night, Little Vixen.

Letting out a breath of air you hadn’t even known you were holding, you feel the fiery heat of lust ignite within your stomach. Instantly, the temperature of the room rises by a couple of degrees - though, it’s probably just you - and you feel a shudder of anticipation skim down your back. Even through his text, you can feel the intense - almost overpowering - aura of dominance that seeps from his words.

God, you can’t wait until he’s home. Tonight was definitely going to be one of the best fucks of your life. You can already feel it.

About twenty minutes later, you hear the front door of your apartment creak open before promptly slamming shut. Sitting up in bed, a ripple of anticipation courses through you - your core fluttering as you hear the telltale sound of Namjoon padding across your apartment. With each footstep, your breath quickens and your skin flushes a little warmer. Until, all of a sudden, your bedroom door opens and Namjoon steps into view: in all his glory. Abruptly, your breath hitches, your cunt simultaneously realising a gush of wetness, at the sheer sight of him.

He towers in the doorway: his shoulders squared and somehow appearing larger with the beaten leather jacket hanging loosely over his frame. Dark eyes sweep over you; his gaze trailing over your naked body - still only clothed in your panties - before he lets out a deep exhale. Stare glued to between your thighs, where a thin sheen of your arousal coats the inner flesh, a deep growl of appreciation reverberates from within his chest. The sound vibrates through your silent bedroom and straight to your loins, your cunt reflexively tightening.

“Joon-” you breathe out - the word unintentionally coming out raspier than you’d wanted to.

Corner of his jaw flexing, Namjoon’s lips set into a thin line before his eyes flash dangerously. “On the floor. Now.” comes his immediate command. For a moment, you consider defying him, just to see how he’ll react. However, currently, your own desire burns hotter than your impertinence, and with only a few short moments of delay, you move onto the floor. Namjoon raises a nonchalant eyebrow and his eyes darken just a bit - the burnt umber twinkling with a promise of punishment later. Though, the glint only has a trill of eagerness running down your spine.

Once you’re on your knees, positioned just beside the bed, with your hands behind your back and your ass resting on the balls of your heels, you look up at him expectantly. Your boyfriend hums in approval at your obedience, his eyes roving over your figure before stopping at your head. With an unimpressed rise of his defined brow, he cocks his head to the side, “why aren’t you dressed for me, Little Fox?” Namjoon asks, spitting out your pet name almost teasingly.

Sucking in a sharp breath, your mind flashes back to what you’d been doing a little bit before he’d gotten home. Fuck. Instantly, you steel yourself, and throw on your best, innocent smile, “I didn’t have time to get dressed,” you easily reply; your eyes flashing playfully. It’s a lie, and you both know it. Namjoon’s eyes narrow but he lets out a mocking scoff.

“Oh? Didn’t have time?” he questions, his words laced with derision, “is that because you were too busy playing with that little cunt while I was gone? Did you disobey Daddy and cum, Dollface?” he asks, angling his chin slightly. The condescension in his voice causes you to squirm, your clit throbbing almost painfully. Internally, you find yourself wincing. He knows. But that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to admit it. When you don’t say anything, Namjoon lets out a low laugh.

Deliberately, he takes two steps forward - until he’s right in front of you. Then, squatting down so he’s eye level with you, “Cat got your tongue, Dollface?” Namjoon asks. His voice has dropped by a couple of octaves: the sound coming out deep and gravelly. Responsively, your breath hitches and your gaze automatically drops to his bulging right thigh: the thick muscle straining against the thin, taut strings of his jeans. The frayed, distressed fabric reveals hints of his caramel flesh: the skin stained with ink - and the golden eyes of the lion painted on his thigh practically glare at you.

“Eyes up, Dollface,” Namjoon mutters. Gaze flicking back up to him, you suck in a sharp breath at the stoic dominance in his eyes as he looks at you coolly. “I asked you a question, didn’t I, Sweetie?” Namjoon asks softly - almost mockingly.

With a shuddering exhale, “yes,” you breathe out. Once again, you start squirming under him - your inner walls fluttering erratically as your arousal drips out and into the flimsy fabric of your underwear.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I was too busy playing with my little cunt to get dressed for you, Daddy,” you rasp out - neediness clearly apparent in your voice - and evidently ignoring his second question. Then, without even considering your next words, “but it’s not my fault! You took too long to get here,” you whine, the neediness replaced by lamentation. All of a sudden, Namjoon’s large hand comes down onto the supple muscle of your inner thigh. The harsh slap resounds through the air, and the sound mixes with your short gasp - your words quickly dying in your mouth when you feel the sharp heat flare across your flesh.

Gently, Namjoon massages the skin he’d just spanked: soothingly running his calloused fingers over the soft flesh. “It only took me twenty minutes, Dollface. Besides, it doesn’t matter if I take twenty minutes or two hours, I gave you an order,” Namjoon murmurs nonchalantly. Eyes lighting up with a sudden thought, your mind whirs as you soak in his words.

Leisurely, a coy smile curls onto your face and you look up at him challengingly. “You said I couldn’t cum, you didn’t say anything about not playing with my pussy,” you easily backfire. Maybe, just maybe, you could fool him into believing you’d listened to him. The glibness of your answer is evidently apparent, however, and Namjoon’s eyes flash responsively. Gaze turbulent with a mix of heavy lust and authority, a wry smile curls onto his lips before he chuckles deeply.

“Hmmm… you’re awfully mouthy today, aren’t you, Little Vixen?” Namjoon replies. Before you can retort, however, he’s retreating slightly. “Take off your panties. I need to see if my Little Vixen has disobeyed Daddy’s orders,” Namjoon commands. Rather than following his orders, your eyes widen and your breath hitches. Audibly, you swallow - your throat bobbing visibly.

Fuck. You’re screwed.

After Namjoon’s last text, you had continued teasing yourself - your body far too wired to just let you patiently wait for him. You hadn’t really meant to cum and you hadn’t intentionally disobeyed him. Yet, you had. You should have stopped. You know you should have, but caught up in the pleasure-induced state of euphoria, you’d automatically continued, and the next thing you knew, you were cumming. After that, you had meant to get up and get dressed for him - as well as change your underwear. Rather, you’d just laid in bed, and now Namjoon is here, and you’re still in your cum-soaked underwear.

Which consequently means, you’re not cumming tonight. At least, not easily. Except, you can’t have that. It’s been so long since you’ve had a decent orgasm. The quickies were fun, you can’t deny that, but you need a good, powerful orgasm - and if you don’t have one tonight, you’re going to grow mad with lust. So, rather than doing as he says, you look up at him with your most innocent, puppy dog look.

“I didn’t! I was good,” you reply, emphasising your last word. Namjoon simply quirks his eyebrow before looking at you expectantly. He doesn’t say anything - but he doesn’t need to. You can see the clear disbelief in his eyes, as well as the slight smirk of amusement on his lips. He doesn’t believe you. At all.

Huffing in annoyance, you do as he says. Hands falling to your hips, you rise to your knees and hook your fingers around the waistband of your panties. Wincing, you slowly pull it down your thighs: the cum saturated material clinging to your sex, before slowly peeling it off. The entire time, Namjoon’s eyes are glued to the apex of your thighs, a low growl emanating from deep within his chest when he watches the thick strings of cum attached from your lips to your underwear snap. Swiftly, you shimmy it off of your thighs and down your legs before holding it out of him.

Readily, Namjoon takes the soaked material from you, a heavy exhale of amusement escaping his nose. He hangs the article of clothing in the air, your underwear dangling from between his forefinger and thumb as he holds it in front of your face. “Did you lie to me, Dollface?” Namjoon asks cockily. His tone has you huffing and your lips downturn in a slight pout.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you mumble; though, there’s no sincerity in your tone. Namjoon simply exhales in mirth at your words.

Then, dropping your underwear to the floor, “Oh, you will be, Dollface,” comes his sardonic response. The clear promise of punishment is evident in his tone, and you can’t help the giddiness that filters through you. Corners of your lips curling, you try to suppress your smile; but Namjoon sees it. With another chuckle, he pets your head appraisingly. “Oh, does my Vixen like that? Dirty little pain slut. Don’t worry, Dollface, Daddy will punish his little brat,” your boyfriend coos as he continues stroking the top of your head.

Suddenly, however, he’s standing up and drawing to his full height. From your position on the floor, Namjoon towers over you once again. He’s fully dressed, standing with his shoulders squared, arms crossed and legs slightly spread as he looks down on you. Authority exudes from his body in thick waves, causing your sex to quiver and your flesh to heat up once again. This time, when your cunt ripples, you have no underwear for your arousal to soak into, and thus, it drips out in thick, filmy strings and onto your thighs.

“But first… we need to get you dressed, don’t we, Little Fox?” Namjoon says. His words are structured like a question, but you know it’s a command. On shaky legs, you move to stand, only for Namjoon to tut at you. This time, “Uh uh, Pet. On your hands and knees. Crawl,” he orders.

Knees buckling, you manoeuvre onto your hands and knees. In your current position, you can’t help the twinge of humiliation that runs through you. Yet, along with the slight flush of mortification, you can’t help the excitement that bubbles in your veins. Sucking in a deep breath, you slowly begin crawling across the bedroom and towards the opposite end of your bed. The entire time, you move purposely, your ass swaying with each motion; and with each step, you can feel the way Namjoon’s eyes rove over your backside: his eyes glued to your dripping cunt and exposed ass.

Once you reach the opposite side of the bed, Namjoon deliberately follows behind you, you lower your shoulders onto the floor before blindly feeling under the bed frame. Easily, you locate the box you both have hidden underneath: filled with a plethora of toys and items that you and your boyfriend frequently use during sex. Swiftly pulling it out, you shuffle from under the bed. After opening the box, you pull out your collar and leash, the headband and an anal plug with a tail before presenting them to Namjoon.

“That’s a good pet,” your boyfriend praises. Keening under his approval, you smile at him. “Get back into position, Little Vixen,” comes Namjoon’s next command.

Automatically, you move onto your knees. Bare ass falling onto the balls of your heels, your hands move to clasp in your lap while your head tilts to look up at him: as if the motions were ingrained into the memory of your muscles. Which, of course, they are. Humming in approval at your obedience, Namjoon squats down in front of you, and unable to help himself, he drops a kiss onto your forehead. Reflexively, your eyes flutter at the tender kiss, however, it only lasts a few moments, because once again, he’s pulling away.

“You’re such a good little pet for me when you want to be,” Namjoon praises. His words have a smirk crawling onto your lips, your eyes flashing cheekily. Rather than saying anything, Namjoon simply picks up the headband before gently placing it into your hair. Once it’s comfortable on your head, Namjoon takes a minute to stroke the large fox ears: his fingers delicately tracing over the soft russet, black and white bristles of the fur. “Such a pretty Little Vixen,” he breathes out before dropping another kiss to your head. Reflexively, you preen under his praise, a large smile forming on your lips.

Your boyfriend doesn’t wait for you to say anything else. Rather, he picks up the elegant black leather collar: embellished with detailed russet lace and polished bronze-gold studs; two silk ribbons making up the fastenings - rather than a buckle. Delicately, he wraps the collar around your neck, your eyes trained on him the entire time. With tender motions, his fingers ghost the column of your throat as he fastens it around you.

Easily, despite not being able to see his actions, he begins tying the ribbons in a bow, and you gasp when the collar squeezes around your neck: tight enough to be apparent, but still loose enough to let you breathe. Once safely around your neck, Namjoon’s fingers trace the supple leather and soft lace, stopping short when he gets to the small loop sitting in the middle, at the base of your collarbones. One finger curling under the collar, he struggles to wriggle it, causing a frown to mar his face.

“Is that okay?” Namjoon asks, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. Biting your lip, you nod. He’s so close to you, his head bent forward as he inspects the choker wrapped around your neck. With every exhale, his breath fans across your face, his sweet scent flooding your senses and causing your nerves to practically short circuit. In spite of the fact that he’d been out partying a little while ago, there’s not a single trace of alcohol on his breath - just his own, natural, saccharinity. Though, you’re not surprised by that. He’d probably ridden his motorbike to the party - meaning he would have stayed away from any form of alcohol.

“Baby?” Namjoon asks, his gaze flicking up to yours. His words draw you out of your reverie.

“Oh? Yes… it’s perfect,” you dreamily reply. Sensing your distractedness, Namjoon simply laughs before placing a kiss onto the tip of your nose. Nonetheless, he accepts your answer before moving to hook the leash onto the buckle between your collarbones.

All of a sudden, he wraps the leash around his palm before tugging at it. With a surprised gasp, you jerk forward, until his lips are just a hair’s breadth away. Gasping for breath, you feel the collar tighten slightly around your neck: pressing against your flesh. “You know, just because you’re being good now, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about your earlier disobedience,” Namjoon murmurs. His voice is low, and heavily laced with dark dominance, as it rumbles through the air.

Roguish smile creeping on your lips, you send him a teasing look, before, “hmm, if you had, I’d just have to misbehave some more,” you reply back - your tongue roving over your lips.

“Oh, I have no doubt that you’ll continue misbehaving even if I haven’t forgotten. You’re Daddy’s filthy little pain slut after all, aren't you?” Namjoon coos. However, he doesn’t wait for you to respond. Instead, he tugs particularly harshly at the leash. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees. Daddy needs to finish dressing up his pretty Vixen,” Namjoon commands before letting go of your leash.

Following his orders, you drop to your hands and knees before positioning yourself so your ass is facing him. A low groan of appreciation tremors through the room; Namjoon’s hand automatically lands on your fleshy cheeks in a sharp spank. Surprised by the sudden action, a cry tears from your throat. Your thighs tremble imperceptibly, your cunt simultaneously clenching at the pain.

Reflexively, Namjoon’s eyes are drawn to your exposed cunt lips, and incapable of helping himself, another growl resounds from his chest, as he drinks in your sex. Thick, filmy strings of your arousal drip from your nether lips, the dewy folds covered in a heavy coating of your cum. The rivulets of your arousal dribble from your cunt: some dangling in the air while others cling to either of your thighs. Spellbound by the sight, his fingers find themselves in the air, lazily picking up the strings of your wetness and coating his palm and digits in the stickiness.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking wet,” Namjoon mutters. Twisting and turning his fingers, he gathers up the dangling strings of arousal as his cock twitches. He watches the transparent strands drip onto his digits, costing them in your sticky essence. Once he’s collected them all, he brings his hand towards your slit, and cupping your mound in his large hand, he languidly strokes his saturated fingers through your slit. Finger lightly dipping into your leaking entrance, Namjoon circles the ring of muscles; his actions only cause you to mewl and ooze wetness further onto his hand. “Such a wet, messy fucking whore,” Namjoon mutters, yet despite his words, there’s nothing but appraisal in his voice.

Tauntingly, he continues teasing your cunt - the tip of his finger lightly pressing against the entrance, but never enough to fully enter you. Each ministration has you keening in pleasure as you try to push against his hand, in an attempt to sink his finger into you. Nonetheless, Namjoon faithfully controls the pressure, and despite the way you move, he never enters you. Growing tired of his teasing, “Fucking- Daddy, come on,” you grunt, unable to hide the frustration in your voice.

Instantly, Namjoon brings his other hand down onto the back of your thigh in a warning. The action causes you to moan, your hips jutting back at the heat that flares across your flesh. “Don’t take that fucking tone with me, Little Vixen. Or Daddy will have to teach his disrespectful whore a lesson,” Namjoon hissingly reprimands. Scowling in response, you bite your tongue; however, you cannot help the huff of petulance that exhales heavily from your nose.

If he hears your sigh, Namjoon says nothing. Rather, he runs his finger through your slit, collecting more of your juices onto his digit. He slides them through the seam of your ass, before circling the tip around your pulsing asshole: coating the tight ring of your ass muscles with the wetness. The moment his warm fingers brush against your asshole, you find yourself hissing and bucking - the entrance twitching responsively.

“Daddy,” you whine, pushing your ass further into his hand. Abruptly, Namjoon spanks your ass - hard. The sharp sound echoes through the air, before you feel pain bloom along your ass cheek. Crying in pain, you whimper out before wiggling your ass again. “Please,” you implore, once again thrusting your ass towards him.

“Stop being an impatient little slut,” Namjoon growls in response - another harsh spank following his words. Whining at the stinging pain, your cunt involuntarily clenches: releasing another gush of wetness. Seeing the way your pussy ripples, a thick string of arousal dribbling from your leaking hole, Namjoon shifts behind you.

Suddenly, you feel the cool, slightly tapered metal of the tail plug against the entrance to your cunt. Without skipping a beat, Namjoon pushes it into your pussy in its entirety, before twisting it around: using the base of the fluffy tail as a grip. Not expecting the sudden intrusion, your hips thrust forward and your muscles tremble as you feel the small plug inside your walls.

“D-Daddy?” you question, your head angling back to look at him in question.

Soothingly, Namjoon caresses your ass cheek before pushing the plug a little deeper inside your cunt. Hissing in pleasure, the velvet of your walls involuntarily clench around the small toy and your head drops in front of you. His hand falls to your clit, and the sudden stimulation to your sensitised bud has you crying out in euphoria. Leisurely, Namjoon rolls your clit, harshly pressing down on the throbbing bundle of nerves. “Come on, Pet, get it nice and wet so I can plug up your ass,” Namjoon urges.

Understanding the reason for his actions, you whimper and voluntarily clench around the sex toy. Over and over again, Namjoon strokes your clit: his motions featherlight and teasing. Despite the stimulation to your clit, however, he never touches you enough to bring you closer to your orgasm. In fact, every time you moan for him, he stops his actions: drawing away and letting your pleasure ebb away. Continuously, he teases you; purposely playing with your clit and causing heat to ignite within your stomach, only to pull away and make the very same heat dissipate.

All of a sudden, he grips the base of your tail before pulling it out. Crying out at the sudden emptiness, you shudderingly breathe out a ‘Daddy’. Nonetheless, Namjoon ignores you. Rather, he presses the - now soaking wet - plug against your twitching asshole. Abruptly, he forces it between the tight ring of muscles, and the tapered, blunt end, paired with the lubrication, has it easily sliding inside your entrance. More than used to being opened up, your asshole readily relents around the thickness of the toy, and before you know it, it’s fully embedded inside you.

Lazily, he strokes the soft tail: appreciatively running his hands over the soft russet and ebon bristles. “Such a pretty little pet,” Namjoon praises before lightly tugging at the tail. Feeling the plug shift inside you, you mewl in pleasure.

However, the plug is smaller than the one you’d picked out. At least it feels smaller. Eyebrows furrowing, you voluntarily clench around the toy, only to confirm your suspicions. Once again, you tilt your head to look at him. Namjoon, already sensing the question on your lips, lets out a low chuckle. “I used the smaller one,” comes his casual reply. Instantaneously, your eyes drop to beside him, where your other tail, with the much larger plug, as well as the box of toys resides. When had he even moved it? Petulance welling up inside you, your gaze snaps back to him.

“What? Why? I wanted the-” you begin arguing. Briskly, Namjoon brings his hand down onto your ass in a sharp spank. Keening in a mix of pleasure and pain, your eyes narrow, and you open your mouth to argue once again; only for him to repeat his harsh action.

“I know how much you love having that tight little ass filled up… but you’ll only get it when you earn it. So, for now, why don’t you be a good pet, hmmm? And maybe then I’ll stretch open your tight little ass with the bigger one,” Namjoon replies. Once again, you open your mouth to retort, nevertheless, Namjoon is already drawing back up to his full height.

Promptly, he grabs your leash and after tugging on it lightly. “Come on, Little Vixen,” Namjoon urges as he pulls the leather cord once again. Turning your body, you begin crawling once again - moving just a little bit in front of Namjoon as he guides you back to the other side of the bed. The entire time, Namjoon’s eyes stay glued to your ass, his cock straining in the confines of his jeans as he watches the foxtail gently swing with every motion.

Loosely, the tail dangles between your legs, and with every step you take, you feel it tease the inner flesh of your thighs. As it sways, the soft bristles tickle your dewy sex: the fur caressing your cunt in featherlight motions and causing it to leak even further. Breath quickening, your eyes flutter shut with every gentle brush against your sensitised folds, and you feel pleasure burn hot within your veins.

When you arrive back on the other side, at the foot of the bed, Namjoon tugs on your leash to stop you. “Here, Little Fox. Get back in position,” Namjoon commands. Once again, you move into your position before staring up at him expectantly. Humming in appreciation, he pets your head after dropping your leash. It’s only then that you notice the other toy in his hand - the bright pink silicone item catching your attention. Fuck. The Vibe Pad.

Seeing the way your eyes widen, Namjoon chuckles as he squats down beside you. Eye-level with you, your boyfriend smirks sardonically and “Up,” he commands. You shift slightly, your thighs flexing as you pick yourself up. When your hips are raised, Namjoon places the rubber toy under you, laying it flat on the ground. Then, he lightly pats your thigh, silently urging you back down. Following his order, you whimper when you feel the large hump press directly onto your clit. Eyelids fluttering shut, your breath turns choppy as a tremor of ecstasy ripples through you. Reflexively, your hips rock and you rub your clit over the silicon peak over and over. Promptly, Namjoon’s hand shoots out and he halts your movement.

“Do you remember what I said earlier, Dollface?” Namjoon murmurs in question. Despite the softness of his voice, however, you clearly hear him in the empty room. Confusion colours your expression and you quirk your eyebrow in interest. Namjoon tuts, before a wry smile creeps onto his lips. “I said that if you were to cum before I get home, you wouldn’t cum the entire night,” Namjoon reiterates.

His words wash over your like icy water, and shuddering, you open your mouth to retort. However, instantly, Namjoon’s hand is wrapping around your throat. Digits curling around your neck, he pushes the pads of his fingertips on either side of your oesophagus before gently squeezing - not enough to restrict your airflow, but just enough to cause you to gasp; the protest on the tip of your tongue dying. “You disobeyed a direct order, Little Fox, and you know Daddy has to punish you now,” your boyfriend breathes out.

“Yes, Daddy,” you pout in response. Namjoon hums in praise before tenderly stroking your collar with his thumb.

“What’s the safe system, Princess?” he questions as he looks at you in question.

“Red for stop, yellow for I need a moment or for you to slow down and green for I’m okay,” comes your automatic reply. The system is ingrained in the back of your mind, and easily it falls from your lips. Though, it’s very rare that you have to call out a red, because after almost five years being together and exploring your different sexual interests, Namjoon knows your limits like he knows the back of your hand. Though, you know he’s only asking because it’s been a while since you’ve engaged in any proper BDSM play.

“And if you can’t speak?” comes his next question.

“Repeatedly snap my fingers for red, two snaps for yellow and one snap for green,” you readily reply once again.

Tenderly, Namjoon strokes your neck, then with an affectionate kiss to your forehead, “Good girl,” your boyfriend praises.

Then, swiftly, he draws up to his full height, before turning around and walking towards the mirror. From your position, you’re angled to the side of the frame, and perfectly able to see Namjoon’s entire figure in the reflection. Curiosity colours your expression and you cock your head to the side; wondering what he’s up to. Through the mirror image, Namjoon stares down at you, his eyes raking over your frame. Dressed in nothing but your fox ears, collar and leash, and your tail - the long protrusion poking out from behind you, you look absolutely sinful. Even from his position, he can see the way your inner thighs glisten; and with your knees spread, he can even make out the folds of your sopping cunt; still pressed against the Vibe Pad.

Meanwhile, just as Namjoon takes you in, you take him in. His hair is messy: the dark locks styled out of his face and exposing his forehead. Sharp eyes gaze at you, and the usually welcoming brown irises are now turbulent; a mixture of dark dominance and desirous lust swirling through them. You continue trailing your gaze down his features: along the soft curve of his nose, the sharper angle of his jaw, until your stare rests at his thick neck.

The tanned flesh is mostly obscured - smooth caramel painted in black ink; and despite how many times you’ve seen his tattoos, you still find your eyes tracing the shapes. Lazily, you trail over the delicate roses and intricate thorns and branches that wrap around his neck, before stopping short at his Adam’s Apple, where the largest rose is illustrated. Tongue poking out, you swipe it across your lips as you salivate. What you’d give to wrap your lips around his flesh and mar it with your own marks.

Seeing the way your eyes are trained on him, an arrogant smirk creeps onto Namjoon’s plush lips. “Are you watching me, Little Fox?” comes the deep timbre of your boyfriend’s voice. Instantly, your gaze snaps back to his, and when you see the apparent dominance in them, you can’t help the way goosebumps prickle at your skin, or the way wanton desire settles deep within the pits of your abdomen. “Good. I want you to watch. Just watch. Like I had to while I was at the party. Do you understand?” Namjoon asks.

A ripple of excitement floats through you, and thoughtfully, you nod. Your mind races at a hundred miles per hours, and you wonder just what he has in store for you. However, you’re not left wondering for long, because soon, Namjoon is shrugging off his leather jacket. Eyes widening, you watch him drop his beloved jacket haphazardly onto the floor; the article of clothing crumpling in a pile. Swiftly, with a smooth flick of his wrists, Namjoon unclasps the cuffs of his sleeves and your mouth waters at the effortless - yet wholly attractive - action.

With the sleeves undone, Namjoon’s hands move to the placket of his shirt - and deliberately - he begins unfastening the buttons. Gaze entirely fixated on him, your mouth dries as you watch inch by inch of his smooth skin slowly revealed to you - via the reflection of the mirror. Faithfully, your eyes follow the movement of his dexterous fingers, practically drinking up every inch of his caramel flesh that comes into view. Once he’s undone the very last button, you watch as he smirks before purposely slipping it off of his shoulders. With every leisured movement, your eyes dilate and your breath quickens.

He moves almost agonisingly slowly - the white material slipping off of his shoulders and down his defined back until he’s finally shrugging it off. The moment his torso is bare, your muscles perk up and your back straightens - the movement causing your clit to brush against the rubber hump of the Vibe Pad. Ravenously, your stare tears across his body as you devour him whole. You’ve seen your boyfriend naked countless times before - so often that even with your eyes closed, you could easily paint his portrait. Nonetheless, no matter how many times you see him, you still find yourself left breathless each time.

Reverently, you trace the outline of his body. If it weren’t for the mirror, all you’d be able to see was his corded back: the flesh smooth and clear, unmarked by ink. However, thanks to his positioning, you can see all of him: from his defined arms - the sinewy muscles bulging under his inked skin; to the flat of his bare stomach: hints of his lean abs peeking through the soft skin. Beautiful, intricate designs litter his strong arms; all the way from his shoulders to the edge of his wrists. Black mixes with reds, blues and greens, the ink illustrating detailed depictions of various different things.

Trailing up his arms, your gaze sweeps across his broad shoulders, the sight of them making your fingers itch. You want nothing more than to grip them: dig your fingernails into his muscles and claw at his skin, carving deep red welts into his flesh, while he ruts deep and hard into you - his shoulders your only purchase. Eyes falling onto his pecks, your breath hitches at the sight of them. His chest is wide, and more than built: the soft peaks of his pecs rounded and completely defined, the upper part littered in even more tattoos. But that’s not what has your attention.

No. It’s his nipples. Or better yet, the silver hoops that run through either of his dark buds. Pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you nibble it: your eyes honed in on his nipples. Desperately, you want to take them between your lips; suckle and bite them while leaving bruises all over his pectorals: to mark him as your own. So that everyone knows he’s yours. Movement catches your eye, and you watch as Namjoon’s long fingers move to the waistband of his jeans - the slender digits roving over the button and zipper.

Even through the dark, thick material of his jeans, you can see the bulge of his manhood. Obscured by his trousers, he’s still clearly prominent - long and thick - and despite it being hidden from your view, you can still imagine it: dusky head weeping and veiny shaft throbbing, almost painfully. Namjoon moves with excruciating ministrations, his fingers gliding over the waistband as he undoes the button, before opening the zipper. With each action, you find your skin flushing warmer while your spine tingles; urgently wishing for him to strip completely naked and let you devour him in his entire, naked glory.

Long, drawn-out moments later, Namjoon finally unfastens his jeans, before languidly - deliberately - shimmying out of them. Progressively, his thick flesh is revealed to you, and almost impossibly, your throat dries while your mouth salivates. First, his plump ass comes into view: concealed by the tight material of his Calvin Klein boxers; the snug material only emphasising the thickness of his fleshy globes. Breath hitching, you momentarily glance at his straining bulge, only for your attention to be diverted when his muscular thighs come into view.

A low groan of appreciation emanates through your throat when you spot the muscular, corded flesh. Your eyes trail over the elaborate depiction of the lion’s head on his right thigh: its eyes gleaming at you, almost predatorily. Eventually, Namjoon kicks off of his jeans, leaving him clad only in his white boxers. Once again, your gaze flicks back to his obvious manhood, and now, without the restraints of his jeans, the tented bulge is even more apparent.

Through lust-hazed eyes, you watch Namjoon stroke his covered cock. Leisurely, his hand roves over his shaft; the wet patch where his cockhead is growing larger as precum soaks into the fabric of his boxers. Seeing the damp spot, you let out a lower whimper and swallow thickly. You can almost taste the saltiness of his precum on your lips: the ghost of the flavour taunting your tastebuds. If only you could taste him in his actuality. Hearing the wanton mewl that escapes your chest, Namjoon chuckles darkly. Caressing the outline of his shaft, “Is this what you want, Little Fox?” Namjoon taunts, a wry smirk painted on his plush lips.

“Please,” you automatically whimper. Namjoon simply laughs in response, a mocking coo following his chuckle.

“Tell me what you want, Pet,” he commands, stroking his length a little faster.

Whining in need, “I want your cock. Please, Daddy,” comes your reply. The instant the words escape your lips, you feel the toy under you flare to life - and it’s only then you notice the small remote control hidden in his large palm. Jaw slackening, your mouth falls open and a loud moan rips through you as the low vibrations thrum through your clit.

“Well this isn’t about what you want, it’s about what Daddy wants. And Daddy wants his pretty Little Vixen to watch him get off. Just like Daddy had to watch you get off. Are we clear?” he asks.

With a strained breath, you nod your assent, your hips already writhing over the vibrating toy under you - your clit rocking against the peak repeatedly. Namjoon’s eyes are drawn to your moving hips, his eyes darkening as he watches you grind your sopping wet slit against the trembling toy. Corner muscles of his jaw flexing, “Oh, and remember, Little Fox, you’ve already disobeyed Daddy once today. If you cum again, I’ll have to punish you even more,” Namjoon reminds you.

His words only have you shivering with excitement, your sensitised bundle of nerves pulsating viciously against the rubber toy. Namjoon continues watching you for a moment, your chest imperceptibly heaving as you gasp and mewl - the movement drawing attention to your pert breasts: the nipples twisted to hardness. Cock straining within the constraints of his boxers, Namjoon finally slips them off. Twin sounds resound through the air: Namjoon hissing in pleasure as his cock is finally free, while you whimper at the sight of him.

Freed from his boxers, the article of clothing sitting just under his hips, and partially covering his ass, Namjoon’s cock springs out before lightly bouncing for a moment. Coming to a still, it stands erect and proud, slightly weighed down under the sheer weight of it. The moment you see it in its entirety, you let out a low sob, your cunt reflexively clenching.

No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you still find yourself taken aback by its sheer size. The shaft is long - so long that the bulbous mauve tip sits just above his belly button - and thick enough that when you wrap your hand around it, your fingers aren’t able to touch. In fact, you need two hands just to wrap around it’s sheer girth. The shaft throbs viciously, causing the dusky purple veins to bulge around the length - the pumping blood vessels only drawing more attention to his absurd thickness. His purple cockhead is angry - taking on a slight tingle of crimson - and leaks profusely, the translucent beads of precum causing the mushroom tip to glisten under the bright lighting of your shared bedroom.

Though, that’s not the only thing that gleams under the lighting. With the way his cock is positioned, you can see the metal bar that runs through the underside of his shaft: just under the seam of his cockhead. The rounded metal balls of his frenum dick piercing catch the lighting, and unable to help yourself, you let out a small whimper - the insides of your silken walls erratically pulsating as you remember the way the metal piercing scrapes them - only adding to your pleasure.

You watch as your boyfriend grips the base of his cock, his large hand wrapping around the shaft before slowly - teasingly - he begins pumping the length. With his cock finally stimulated, the low timbre of his voice reverberates through the air as he groans in pleasure. Gaze honed in on your form through the reflection of the mirror, you both stare at each other: your fixated eyes following the way his palm glides over his cock in long strokes, while his own stare is glued to the way you ride the toy beneath you.

“Fuck- such a depraved little cockwhore. Do you like watching Daddy, Pet? Do you like the way I fuck my hand?” Namjoon taunts, his rich, baritone voice echoing through the air. Whimpering in response, you eagerly nod - your hips quickening their pace. The vibrations are still low, and desperately, you wish you could speed them up. Alas, the remote control is safe in Namjoon’s hold, in the hand loosely dangling by his left side - the right continually caressing his cock.

“Yeah, I know you do, Little Fox. You wish I was fucking your hand instead, don’t you? Or even your throat?” your boyfriend continues taunting. Once again, you mewl out an affirmation. Unable to hold yourself up, you fall harder onto the toy, only to cry out when the second peak presses against your ass - inadvertently pushing the plug deeper into your ass. Namjoon chuckles darkly at the sight of you, and squeezing his cock, “Play with your tits,” he commands - tone heavily laden with authority.

Hands automatically moving to cup your breasts, you gently massage and roll them - Namjoon watching the entire time. Your palms brush against the sensitive underside, your thumbs simultaneously tweaking your nipples, and the gestures elicit a soughed breath of pleasure from your lips, as your pussy gushes another wave of arousal. With the toy flush against your sex and ass, the light vibrations tremor through you, only adding to your pleasure, and already, you can feel the sticky heat between your thighs grow wilder.

“Daddy, please, wanna cum,” you slur out - the desirous heat of lust loosening your tongue. Namjoon only laughs lowly in response and the sound shoots straight to your core, as your cunt weeps for relief.

“No. Get your fingers wet, wanna see those pretty nipples shine for me,” Namjoon orders. Instantly, you move to push two fingers into your mouth. However, Namjoon only tuts in response. “No Little One, get them wet with your cum,” he continues.

Whimpering in response, you lift your hips up and gather some of your arousal onto your fingertips. Then, you run your fingers across your pointed peaks. The warmth of your wetness quickly dissipates, and you shiver as the cold stickiness pulls the nipples even tauter. Rolling the buds between your forefingers and thumbs, you harshly pinch and tug at them - relishing in the slight pain.

Watching the way your nipples swell under your action, the hardened peaks glistening with your cum, “Fuck, your such a nasty little cockwhore. Look at you - grinding that dirty cunt all over that toy while you play with your tits. Fuck,” Namjoon groans out while he squeezes his cock.

Rewarding your obedience, Namjoon increases the power of the vibrations - and with the raised rubber hump pressing directly against your clit - you cry out in pleasure. Over and over, you grind against the silicon toy, and before long you feel your orgasm quickly build up. Your thighs shake imperceptibly, reflexively, you squeeze your tits harder. “Oh god,” you breathe out, your eyes fluttering as you slowly teeter towards the brink of pleasure. However, Namjoon knows you too well, and spotting the signs of your orgasm, he quickly turns off the toy. As soon as the vibrations cease, your eyes snap open and tears pool in your eyes. Furiously, you shake your head while desperately grinding against the - now lifeless - toy.

“What did I say, Little Fox?” Namjoon taunts, his eyes flashing with dominance.

“No! No! Please. Fuck, Daddy please,” you sob out while urgently dragging your clit against the rubber peak. Nonetheless, with the lack of the vibrations, you quickly find your orgasm ebbing away into nothingness. Despite your desperate attempts to cum by gyrating against the toy, however, the burning sear of your blissful end returns to a dull heat and you sob out again.

“I said no. This is your punishment for disobeying Daddy today. Now watch me,” Namjoon commands.

Heaving harshly for air, you quickly catch your breath. Tears still mist your eyes from your ruined orgasm, but you quickly compose yourself. Once again, you focus your stare onto Namjoon and when his hold on his cock tightens, his palm running to the tip, you keen in pleasure. He stops his palm under the head before playfully teasing the frenum piercing. Eyes dilating at the sight, you watch the way he toys with the barbell, tugging and pushing it through his shaft. His ministrations cause him to grunt, while his slit oozes thick globs of precum.

Seeing the sticky substance pool around his cockhead, you mewl out for him, “Daddy.” Hearing the wantonness to your voice, Namjoon lets out a deep groan and jerks his cock harder. With your voice more stable, and your thighs only twitching intermittently, Namjoon once again starts up the toy. Flicking it onto the lowest setting, you feel the low vibrations once again reverberate through your clit.

Sighing in relief, you once again start viciously undulating your hips against it. Nevertheless, despite your vehement ministrations, your orgasm has completely ebbed away, and once again, you need to build up to it. Sobbing out his name, you roughly begin playing with your tits - this time more determined to make yourself cum. Through the reflection of the mirror, Namjoon watches you begin to gyrate on the Vibe Pad once again. His eyes are automatically drawn to the apex of your thighs - where he can see thick strings of your arousal drip out of you and onto the toy.

Tightening his palm around his shaft, Namjoon begins bucking into his hand - fucking into his palm as if it were your cunt. Using his own sticky arousal as lube, Namjoon coats the entirety of his shaft in his precum - the wetness allowing him to glide through his hold more smoothly. “God, I’m so fucking hard. And so fucking close,” Namjoon grunts as he watches the fucked out sight of you. Then, he pauses for a minute, and pumping his fist faster, “I’m gonna cum all over my hand and make you lick it clean,” he continues.

“Please. Please. Want to taste you. Want you to fuck my throat,” you mew. Quickening your pace, you rock your hips harder against the Vibe Pad. With your newly renewed vigour, you swivel your clit over the silicon hump, simultaneously pressing your ass harder against the smaller peak. Your ministration causes the toy inside you to shift, pressing deeper into your ass, and reflexively your ass and cunt tighten. A groan of pleasure falls from your lips as the plug moves deeper into you. Chasing the pleasure, you begin to bounce your ass on the toy - using the second peak to thrust the toy into your ass over and over again.

Between the thrumming vibrations against your clit and the way the plug of the tail repeatedly thrusts into your ass, you can feel your end slowly approaching once again. Seeing the way your thighs begin to tremble through the reflection of the mirror, a lop-sided, snarky grin curls onto Namjoon’s plush lips. All of a sudden, the vibrations intensify, and a sob of euphoria tears through your throat. White-hot pleasure burns through your veins, and you can feel goosebumps prickle at your flesh. Blissful end nearing, you feel your stomach twist and knot - flipping repeatedly as you teeter off of the bring of rapturous bliss.

“Yeah? You want Daddy to fuck that throat raw? I know you do. Dirty little cockwhore,” Namjoon grunts. Furiously pumping his shaft, he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching - his balls tingling and ass twitching while his cock swells. Letting out a low moan of pleasure, Namjoon increases the vibrations of the toy once again. “But remember, Princess, you can’t cum. Daddy hasn’t given you permission,” Namjoon stiltedly reminds you - his words coming out harsh and broken from his own pleasure.

Petulance rises within your chest at his command, and furiously you shake your head - his words vaguely registering in your head through the thick fog of lust that clouds your mind. No. You refuse to be edged again. With the more powerful vibrations, you can feel your orgasm growing nearer and nearer. Thighs viciously quaking, you grind your clit harder against the toy; the plug synchronously shifting and consequently vibrating inside your ass. Crying out in pleasure, you rock more furiously against the toy.

The entire time, your gaze stays glued to Namjoon - where he’s vehemently pumping his cock, and even from the distance between you, you see the way he throbs in his own hand. All of a sudden, Namjoon lets out a loud roar. Eyes widening, you watch him flick off the toy before dropping the remote onto the ground. Hand shooting out, he grips the frame of the mirror, and pumping his cock a couple more times, he lets out another deep growl before cumming.

Cock erupting, you watch in despair as he swells impossibly before shooting rope after rope of thick cum against the glass of the mirror. His shaft pulsates viciously as he empties his balls; his seed landing over the dried out smudge where you’d wiped your own arousal. Despite Namjoon cumming, though, with the toy dying, you feel your own orgasm quickly dissipating. However, frustration building up inside you, and desperately needing to cum, you take a quick peek at Namjoon.

When you realise he’s caught up in his own blissful end, you shove your fingers between your thighs and quickly begin playing with your clit. Forcibly, you press the hardened bud down before rapidly toying with it: rolling it in brisk, tight circles. Biting your lip to stiffen your moans and stop his attention from drawing on you, you writhe harder against the toy - pushing the plug deeper into you, while simultaneously roughly strumming your clit. Soon, in spite of your second ruined orgasm, you force your own pleasure, and thighs shaking vehemently - you bring yourself over the edge.

Abruptly, your orgasm ebbs through you - though, it’s not as powerful as it could be - and feeling the knot in your stomach snap, albeit mildly, you cum all over your fingers. Closing your eyes, the tears finally fall, as you suck in a choppy breath. The almost pathetic climax washes over you, and against your will, you let out a low whimper as you continue grinding against the toy and your fingers: in an attempt to build up a more powerful orgasm. When it doesn’t make you cum, you let out a low whine of dissatisfaction.

Out of the blue, “Little Vixen,” Namjoon hisses. Immediately, your eyes snap open, only for your gaze to settle on Namjoon. Despair floods through you as you take in the sight of him: his limp cock is once again in the confined of his boxers, and he stares at you with a less than impressed face through the mirror reflection. “Come here,” he beckons, with a crook of his fingers. Taking in a deep breath, you fall onto your hands and knees before crawling towards him. It only takes you a couple of moments, before you’re right beside him - in front of the mirror.

Immediately, Namjoon squats down to your level, and gaze washing over you, “Did you cum?” Namjoon asks, his eyes lighting up with teasing dominance. At his question, you can’t help but scoff. Barely. Hell, you don’t think you even could call it an orgasm. When you don’t answer, your lower lips simply jutting out in a pout, a rumble of displeasure emanates from deep within his chest. “Princess, I asked you a question,” Namjoon hisses.

“No,” you mumble out, your scowl deepening. Namjoon simply quirks a disbelieving eyebrow at you, causing you to sigh. “Okay, maybe I did. But barely! You ruined it! Twice,” you backfire. Namjoon simply chuckles, before his hand comes down harshly on your thigh. Yelping at the pain, your body jerks straight - your clit reflexively throbbing.

“That’s because you’re being punished, or did you forget?” comes Namjoon’s low question. Huffing in response, your pout deepens and you turn your gaze away from him and towards the floor. Instantly, Namjoon’s eyes narrow in concern, “What’s your colour, Princess?” he asks. The dominance in his tone is nowhere to be found, rather it’s filled with tenderness and affection as he checks in on you. Soothingly, his hand roves over the smarting flesh of your thigh, his fingers flexing as he carefully massages your tender flesh.

“It’s green, I’m okay... I just want to cum. It’s been so long since we’ve properly fucked Joonie…” you mumble, dropping his title as your shoulders droop dejectedly. Namjoon sighs from above you, and kneeling down, he presses an affectionate kiss against your forehead. Mollified by his action, you sink into him, his arms automatically wrapping around you as he runs his hand over your sides.

“Hmm… you’re right, maybe orgasm denial isn’t the best punishment right now,” he mumbles - his breath fanning over your scalp.

Wriggling in his arms, you separate from him, only to look up at him cheekily. “Can you choose a different punishment?” you plead, sending him your best puppy dog eyes. Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow in consideration, and seeing him muse over your request, the corners of your lips twitch. Then, a playful look glinting in your eyes, “like maybe a spanking… or overstimulation. Make me cum so much I cry,” you suggest cheekily. Namjoon chuckles at that before swooping down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You sigh into his lips, eagerly kissing back. However, before you can deepen it, your boyfriend is already pulling away.

Teasingly nipping your lower lip, “Insatiable little pain slut. Alright, spanking and overstimulation it is,” Namjoon relents. Eyes widening, you look up at him in disbelief.

“Both?” you ask with barely concealed excitement as your spine shudders with anticipation. Hearing the clear eagerness in your voice, Namjoon laughs once again before nodding.

“Both,” he repeats, resolutely. Then, a teasing smile creeping onto his lips, “but later on, when you’re crying, remember that you asked for it,” Namjoon continues.

Grinning up at him, a roguish smirk painted on your lips, “it’s okay… I want you to make me cry,” you backfire.

“Good girl,” Namjoon praises as he strokes your head lovingly. Then, abruptly, the affection in his eyes is replaced by casual dominance once more - his demeanour changing so quick you almost get whiplash. Hand falling to your leash, Namjoon tugs it harshly. “On your knees, Pet, and face the mirror,” your boyfriend commands.

Doing as he says, you manoeuvre yourself directly in front of the mirror before getting into your position: your ass resting on your heels and your hands on your lap. In your new place, you’re directly in front of the mirror - with only a couple inches between your face and the glass. Eyes bugging out slightly, your pupils dilate with desire as you watch the thick globs of Namjoon’s cum slowly run down the glass: trailing in thin translucent milky rivers that obscure parts of your reflection. From how close you are, you can smell the headiness of his seed and your mouth begins watering.

You swallow audibly, drinking down the pools of spit in your mouth as you await Namjoon’s next command. Gaze flicking in the reflection, you watch as he moves around the bedroom - on the other side of the bed, where you left your box of toys. He squats thoughtfully, his dark umber eyes roving over the different items before a pensive hum echoes through the air. “How should Daddy discipline his disobedient little brat today? With his hand…” Namjoon begins. There’s a playful tone to his voice, the teasing inclination causing your breath to hitch. “Maybe with the flogger… Perhaps the cane or paddle? Or should I use the riding crop?” he continues.

Hearing the last one, your mouth falls open and you suck in a sharp gasp, your pussy clenching involuntarily. Namjoon easily detects the sound, a mocking smile creeping onto his pillowy lips. “Oh? Does my Little Vixen want the riding crop?” he asks, his gaze shifting to your reflection. Audibly, you gulp, before nodding frantically. “Hmm. The riding crop it is,” Namjoon says. Once he’s grabbed what he wants, Namjoon purposely stalks back to you - his dark stare zeroed in on your body.

You regard him carefully for a moment, a shiver running down your spine at the stoic authority present in his usually affectionate gaze. For a moment, your stare shifts to his hands, where a pair of handcuffs and riding crop dangle loosely in one palm, the other holding a dildo with a flat base. Wanton thrill ripples through you, and you suck in a shallow breath while looking at him in eager need. Once he’s directly behind you, Namjoon drops the items, watching them clutter the floor with a soft thud.

Stepping behind you, he lovingly pets your head. His frame towers above you in the reflection of the mirror, your boyfriend looking down at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “Shift back slightly,” he commands. You shuffle back a little, putting more distance between you and the cum-stained mirror. “Ass up, kneel and arch your back,” comes his next command, and once again, you follow his command. Namjoon murmurs in appreciation, once again petting your head. In your new position, your ass sticks out in the air, your face a mere few centimetres from his drying cum.

Humming, “Look at how Daddy’s dirtied up that mirror with his cum,” Namjoon utters. The words tremble through the air, Namjoon’s large hands continuously petting your head. “Look at how much you made me cum, Little Fox, Daddy had such a big load for you…” comes his next words. Whimpering in need, your hips squirm as you feel the ache in your cunt deepen. Arousal drips from your cunt in thick rivers, your pussy leaking with each and every one of his words. “If only you’d been a good little pet and behaved for Daddy, maybe then I could have dirtied up that pretty, filthy little cunt. Get it even messier with my cum,” he continues cooing.

Another whimper slips from your throat, “Please,” comes your whispered plead. You stare at him with wide eyes, your neck straining as you angle your head to look up at him. Namjoon simply purrs in derision - and you know he enjoys seeing you on your knees, completely at his mercy.

“Later on… but first Daddy needs to have his fun. Hands behind your back,” he orders while crouching down behind you. Frown curling on your face, you quirk your eyebrow at him in question. “Daddy has to cuff your pretty wrists, Little One. Because his little slut doesn’t know how to be good and keep her hands to herself,” comes his explanation, his eyes flashing teasingly. A pout forms on your mouth, and you know he’s referring to how you’d purposely disobeyed him by making yourself cum.

Trained to heed his orders, you obediently twist your hands behind your back - purposely biting the huff that threatens to escape your mouth. Getting in a comfortable position, Namjoon picks up the pair of handcuffs before locking the supple, black leather around your wrists - effectively restraining your hands. Once you’ve been bound, his fingers dance along your spine, before they wrap around the metal chain; and then, he’s tugging it harshly.

With a slight jerk, your back arches further, your head jutting closer to the mirror. The movement causes your folds to brush against the rubber tip of the fake cock - the dildo positioned under your cunt. Sucking in a sharp breath, you wriggle your hips and run it against your folds again. Your eyes flutter at the stimulation, a low mewl falling from your mouth. Namjoon lets out a low laugh. “Now, Daddy’s gonna play with his pretty pet, and while I fuck this tight little cunt, I want you to lick up my cum, do you understand?” he asks.

Throat tightening, you eagerly nod, your face jerking towards the mirror. However, swiftly, Namjoon’s hand comes down on your ass. “Not yet. Be patient. First, I want to watch you fuck the dildo,” Namjoon orders - staring directly in your eyes through your mirror image.

Lazily, you feel him stroke his fingers through your folds, before suddenly pushing two inside your entrance. Leaking with arousal, he easily slides the digits knuckle deep inside you. The sudden penetration causes you to gasp, your hips jerking as you try to take him deeper. Nevertheless, Namjoon is quickly pulling out his fingers - and holding his hands in front of your face, he spreads them in a ‘V’. You watch as strands of your arousal stretch then, clinging to the edges of both digits as Namjoon laughs.

“Wet - dirty - little bitch. Are you this desperate for me, Little Fox? Look at how fucking wet you are,” Namjoon groans. Not giving you an opportunity to respond, though, he quickly brushes his fingers against your lips: coating them in your essence. Repetitively, he runs his fingers along the outline of your lips, painting them with your wetness before suddenly pushing his fingers into your mouth.

Eyes widening, your jaw falls open as he drags his digits against the flat of your tongue. The flavour of your cum sits heavily on your tastebuds, dousing them in your heady flavour and causing you to groan in pleasure. Automatically, without waiting for his order, your lips wrap around the slender appendages and you lightly suck. Tongue swirling, you lap and lave at his fingers; suckling his digits clean. Namjoon lightly pumps his fingers into your mouth: holding them against your tongue and relishing in the way you suckle at them.

“God, I don’t even have to tell you to lick them clean. Desperate little cumslut. Do you like the way you taste, Pet?” Namjoon questions. Eyes staring directly into his own in the reflection of the mirror, you nod your head and suck harder. Lop-sided smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, Namjoon finally pulls out his fingers.

The moment his fingers retreat from you, your tongue flicks out and you swipe it across your lips - inadvertently tasting yourself once again. Namjoon’s hands fall to your hips, and slowly, he’s bringing them down onto the dildo. His eyes fall to between your thighs, where he watches the tapered rubber cockhead press against the entrance to your cunt. Helping him lower your ass, you gasp in pleasure when you feel it slowly open you up. It’s not as thick as your boyfriend, nor is it as long - but still, it gradually pulls you open. The muscles of your cunt slowly spread open around the silicon toy - your entrance wet and pliant from Namjoon’s constant teasing.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Namjoon groans - his eyes focused on the way your cunt gradually sinks down onto the toy - until it’s buried hilt deep into you. With the tail resting behind you, limply laying on the ground, your ass is completely obscured. Nonetheless, thanks to the mirror position in front of you, he can still see everything. One of his hands moves under the tail, anchoring down the hilt of the dildo, while the other curls around your front. Palm flat against your soft abdomen, his fingers dip between your folds - to rest against your clit.

Crying out in pleasure, your clit throbs painfully against his fingertips. Simultaneously, your velvet cunt muscles ripple: emphasising the rubber cock inside you. The motions of your internal walls cause the plug inside your ass to shift, and throwing your head back, you wail in pleasure. Flexing your thighs, you begin riding the dildo - Namjoon holding it down and allowing it to slowly slip out of you as you raise your hips.

“That’s a good cockslut. I wanna see you ride that cock,” Namjoon groans - enjoying the way you gradually ascend off of the cock. The rubber shaft is wet with your cunt juices, thick strings clinging to the length and your pussy as you begin bouncing your ass. “Come on, Princess, don’t forget to lick my cum clean,” Namjoon reminds you.

With your wrists bound behind you, you have no choice but to fall forward, pressing your forehead against the cool glass to brace yourself. Your movement forces your back to contort sharply, and inadvertently, when you lower your ass onto the dildo, you take it deeper inside you. The pliant cockhead rubs against the sweet spot inside you, and you can’t help but cry out. Eyes closing in pleasure, you breathe harshly - your ass moving a little quicker - in an attempt to increase your pleasure.

Out of the blue, Namjoon pinches your clit, and the pain causes another wail of ecstasy to tear through your throat. Once again, he repeats his motion, “I told you to clean up my cum,” Namjoon growls. Baritone voice vibrating behind you, you feel the sound shoot through your body and straight towards your core.

Opening your eyes, your gaze locks directly onto his, and without a further moment, you dart your tongue out and lave the mirror. His thick cum coats your tongue as you lick up a long stripe: cleaning up one of the long rivers of his seed. Namjoon groans when he watches the milky substance coat your tongue, his eyes darkening at the depraved sight. When his salty essence bathes your tongue, mingling with the lingering aftertaste of your own cum, you can’t help but moan. Falling harder onto the dildo, you close your eyes and move to swallow his seed - relishing in the heavy taste of him.

However, before you can, “don’t swallow. I want you to keep as much of my cum inside that mouth as you can,” Namjoon orders. Whining in displeasure, wanting nothing more than to drink him up, you pout. Nevertheless, you do as he asks, and once again, return to licking the mirror.

You and Namjoon stare at each other the entire time: your eyes are trained on his face the entire time, yet his gaze seems to be conflicted. His eyes quickly move between the juncture of your thighs - where you continue riding the dildo, and your face - where you continue laving kittenish licks against the glass to clean up his cum. Finally, he decides on your visage - enjoying the way his seed bathes your tongue. Clearly, you’re struggling to keep all his cum inside your mouth; because each time you press the flat of your tongue against the mirror, a mixture of spit and cum dribbles down your chin.

Relishing in the messy, fucked out, sight of you, Namjoon’s eyes rove over your face. Your eyes are dark: turbulent with needy want and desirous lust; eyelids half-lidded and heavy, you stare at him through the thick of your lashes. Over and over you lick at the mirror, small mewls and low groans emanating from your throat as your ass bounces onto the cock. Spellbound by you, Namjoon’s fingers start moving against your clit.

“Daddy,” you hoarsely slur - the word coming out stifled as you try to keep his cum inside you. Despite your efforts, however, more cum dribbles out of you, and Namjoon hisses at the sight. Picking up the speed of his fingers, he toys with your sensitive clit. Between the cock spearing into you over and over - the head dragging against your sweet spot repetitively, how the plug constantly shifting in your ass - the pleasurable sensations causing the tight muscles to contract; and the way he strums your clit in a vicious rhythm, you find your orgasm rippling through you.

Head falling flush against the mirror, your mouth hangs open as you begin crying out. Fervently, you ride the dildo, revelling in the way the rubber shaft drags against your sensitive inner walls. Skin flushing with heat, you feel electricity jolt across your flesh as white-hot ecstasy bubbles in your veins. All of a sudden, Namjoon pinches your clit - twisting it between his forefinger and thumb - and instantly, your muscles lock up.

Breath laboured, your jaw slackens and you let out a loud wail as a powerful orgasm ricochets through you. Careening off of the precipice of ecstasy, and diving headfirst into bliss, your thighs quake violently as your back contorts. Your muscles tremble, and soon you find your hips halting as you lose yourself into pleasure. Nonetheless, Namjoon grabs the hilt of the dildo before furiously fucking it into you, his fingers never once stopping their assault on your clit.

Orgasm intensified by his actions, tears pool in your eyes as you feel the rapturous pleasure increase by twofold. Tongue tied by lust, you incoherently babble out his name - drooling and dribbling a mixture of spit and cum all over your mouth as you continue cumming. When the pleasure gets too much, pain overtakes your cunt walls - Namjoon continuing to thrust the dildo inside you - as overstimulation settles into your pussy.

Sobbing in a mix of pain and pleasure, your restrained hands struggle against your bindings as you try to get away from him. “Nooooo Daddy⏤ Daddy too much,” you wail, though the words come out more like a jumbled babble than anything. The tears fall freely now, staining your cheeks as you clench your eyes shut. Despite your wails, Namjoon continues fucking the dildo into you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted though, Little Fox?” Namjoon cooes darkly. Shudderingly, you sob, your hips writhing as you try to pull away. In spite of his words, however, his ears stay trained - waiting for you to call out a ‘Red’ or to snap your fingers. Nonetheless, it never comes. Mollified by the lack of safe signals, Namjoon continues to plunge the dildo into you, and with his constant, rapid thrusts, you find your thighs shaking again.

Swiftly, without any build-up, another consecutive orgasm tears through you. Violently, your back contorts and twists, and sheer, unadulterated euphoria surges through your being. A strained, choked out sob rips through your throat as you cum again. Pussy tightening impossibly, your walls clamp so viciously, that the dildo is forced out of you. Feeling you powerfully eject the fake cock as you cum, Namjoon jerks back slightly, his eyes widening in the slightest.

Regarding you through his nonchalant gaze, your boyfriend’s eyes rove over your trembling form - your muscles twitching erratically as you come down from your high. Your eyes are squeezed shut, thick rivers of tears staining your cheeks; your mouth and chin covered in a mixture of your spit and his cum. The mix of substances dribble from your face and onto the tops of your breasts, causing parts of your skin to glisten under the light. Eyes falling to the juncture of your thighs, he watches as cum drips in thick rivulets from your cunt and onto the floor.

Namjoon takes the dildo and throws it to the side, his hand soothingly massaging the small of your back. Tenderly, he bends over, before peppering soft kisses against the back of your naked shoulder. The two of you stay like that for a couple of moments, Namjoon allowing you to catch your breath and float down to reality. Meticulously, he watches you, and when your eyes finally come back into focus, he smiles affectionately at you. With another kiss to your skin - this time at the nape of your neck, “what’s your colour, Princess?” Namjoon asks - pausing the scene for a moment.

Gasping for breath, you swallow thickly before smiling lazily at him, “Greenish yellow, I just- need a moment,” you rasp hoarsely. Namjoon nods patiently and gently he nuzzles into the hair at the nape before pressing a light kiss against the back of your neck. Taking a few more moments, you pant for air, in an attempt to appease the burn in your lungs, and after a few short moments, “Green,” you call out.

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asks, his eyes tracing over your face to look over any sign of hesitance. However, you simply shoot back a pointed glare.

“I said green so either continue or I’ll continue myself - without you,” comes your sharp backfire.

Immediately, Namjoon’s hand wraps around your throat, and squeezing in a warning, “you’re being such a disrespectful brat today,” mutters your boyfriend. Sending him a coy grin, you look at him in faux innocence.

“Am I? Hmm- maybe you’ll just have to discipline me with a spanking,” you purr in response. Eyes narrowing, Namjoon simply tuts as he realises your game. Retreating from behind you, he draws back up to his full height, and looking down at you, he clicks his tongue.

Gripping your chin and angling it up, his thumb roves over your lips, “Messy fucking whore. Didn’t I tell you to keep as much of my cum in your mouth as you could?” Namjoon murmurs. Gathering some of the mixtures, he coats his thumb in it before pushing the appendage into your mouth, “looks like you barely even tried… dirty slut,” he grunts.

You open your mouth to reply, however, Namjoon simply gathers more of the spilt cum onto his fingers before shoving his fingers into your mouth and weighing down your tongue. Effectively, his actions muffle your retort, and moaning, you lave his fingers. Namjoon continues gathering the wet mix of his cum and your spit before depositing it into your open mouth. Soon, a pool of the concoctions of unholy fluids sits on your tongue, Namjoon groans when he sees the milky, translucent mix sit heavily on your tongue.

“Tongue out,” Namjoon orders. Sticking out your wet appendage, some of the mixture slides down your tongue, and over your mouth again. However, before it can all drip out, Namjoon is spitting in your mouth. You watch as thick strands of his spit ooze out of his mouth and into your mouth, the warm fluids mixing with the concoction already on your tongue. Fingers gripping your chin harder, Namjoon pats the bottom, “Swallow,” comes his next command.

Discernibly, you swallow - drinking down the mixture - before opening your mouth to show him. Namjoon hums in appreciation. “Good Little Fox,” he praises. Then, he’s retreating. He picks up your leash, and tugging on it, “On the bed” he commands.

Eyelids blowing open, you look at him in confusion, “but my hands,” you try to argue. How are you supposed to crawl with them cuffed behind your back?

Nonetheless, Namjoon impatiently tugs your leash again, the collar around your neck tightening. “Figure it out, whore,” comes his only response. Taking a deep breath, you stare at the distance between you and the bed. It’s not very far, and you can probably shuffle on your knees. Though, you’re unsure just how far you’ll get without your hands. Once again, Namjoon tugs your leash - harder this time. Feeling your body jerk, you send him a scathing look before hissing.

“I’m doing it!” you growl, causing Namjoon to scoff playfully.

“Then do it.”

Huffing, your nose crinkles and after a deep breath, you take a shaky step forward. With all your weight braced on your knees, you wince as you slowly shuffle towards the bed. Every now and then, Namjoon tugs your leash particularly hard - causing your body to jolt and drop forward - and every time you fall, Namjoon only laughs and cooes at you. Ripples of humiliation flood through you, your lust-filled hunger intermingling with the emotions and causing your cunt to gush.

Walking behind you, Namjoon watches your cunt - relishing in the way the slightly gaping hole quivers every time you fall to the ground. When you finally reach the edge of the bed, “Gods, I forgot how much you get off on being treated like a cockslut,” Namjoon mutters. Tilting your head, you send him a teasing smile. “Hop up, Little Vixen, Daddy still needs to discipline his pet,” Namjoon urges.

Pouting, “I can’t without my hands,” you whine in reply. Of course, you can simply stand up and crawl onto the bed - but where was the fun in that? Namjoon’s eyes narrow on you.

“We both know you can, so stop being a brat and get up,” Namjoon hisses. Frown deepening, you simply whine in reluctance. Namjoon exhales in exasperation, and before you know it, his strong arms are wrapping around your waist. Swiftly, he picks you up before throwing you onto the bed. With a yelp, you flop onto it. Before you catch your bearings, however, Namjoon is easily flipping you onto your front.

In a flash, the cuffs around your wrists are loosened - Namjoon freeing you from your restraints. Carefully stroking the flesh, he inspects them closer - looking for any signs of loss of blood flow. When he finds none, he presses a quick kiss to both of your inner wrists. “Colour?” he gently murmurs.

Unhesitantly, “Green,” comes your response. Murmuring in response, Namjoon flips you back onto your back. Not expecting the sudden movement, you yelp once again. However, your boyfriend simply ignores you. Instead, he grips the flesh of your thighs before dragging you down towards him. Your back scrapes against the bedsheets, the fabric crumpling under your back. Once you’re closer towards him, Namjoon places his hands under the backs of your knees, before folding your legs.

He pushes your thighs back - until your knees are on either side of your chest - and you groan when the muscles strain at the new positioning. “Stay,” Namjoon commands before he’s backing away. Struggling to hold your position, you wrap your hands around your calves. The strain of your thighs eventually settles, and finding a more comfortable position, you await Namjoon’s return.

It doesn’t take him long, and soon, he’s coming back with the roll of bondage tape. “Comfortable?” Namjoon asks, and you cock your head - sending him a reassuring smile. Namjoon nods in response. Unwrapping the tape, the ripping sound echoes through the air before Namjoon starts wrapping it around your left wrist and calf - effectively binding them together. Once he’s done winding it around your limbs a few times - strong enough to bind you, but loose enough to prevent your circulation being cut off.

Finally completing the right side, Namjoon throws the tape to the side of the bed before looking at you expectantly. The sticky side of the tape clings to your flesh comfortably, and struggling against them experimentally, you feel the tape stretch slightly before bouncing back. Happy with your restraints, you nod your assent to him. Large hands grasp your thighs, and once again, Namjoon is dragging you - this time to the edge of the bed.

Eyes widening, you watch as he towers over you - his imposing figure hovering over you. In your new position, you’re completely exposed to his view: your legs spread wide on either side of your body, and your sopping cunt and quivering asshole on display. Seeing your helpless form under him, a growl of appreciation rumbles through Namjoon’s chest. His fingers dance through your pussy: over your clit, down your dripping folds, before he’s brushing your plugged up asshole.

All of a sudden, Namjoon is gripping the base of your tail before tugging it harshly. Your eyes roll in pleasure - and with how small the plug is, and how pliant the muscles of your ass are - easily, it slips out. Suddenly feeling empty, you whine in displeasure, your back entrance quivering as it begs to be filled up again. Before you can voice your displeasure, however, Namjoon is moving. Abruptly, Namjoon grabs the riding crop from the bed beside you, and for a moment, your eyebrows furrow. The last you’d seen it, was when he’d thrown it beside you by the mirror. He must have grabbed it when you were trudging back to the bed on your knees.

Out of the blue, a loud slap echoes through the room and a sudden stinging sensation flares along the underside of your right tit. A cry forces itself out of you, your eyes widening as you’re broken out of your thoughts. Namjoon smirks from above you, his eyes darkening with lustful dominance. “How many times did you disobey me, Little Fox?” Namjoon cooes, tenderly running the soft leather pad of the crop along your sternum, in the gap between your breasts.

Shivering at the action, your engorged clit throbs and your cunt releases another gush of wetness. When you don’t respond, Namjoon brings the hide flap sharply down onto your flesh again - this time the spank landing directly on your pert nipple. Crying out in pleasure, the sensitive skin of your areola smarts, and you let out a little whimper. Delicately, Namjoon runs the soft leather strip over your hard nipple: tantalisingly circling the bud with the corner.

“I asked you a question, Little One,” Namjoon purrs. Despite his words, however, you lose yourself in the pleasurable sensation of the crop against your nipple, your eyes fluttering shut.

Suddenly, Namjoon snaps the crop again, a faint whistling echoing through the air, before you feel pain flare around your other nipple. “I don’t know!” you shriek in response, your hips bucking when he lands two quick spanks on both your nipples in quick succession.

“Are you sure, Little Vixen? Or are you lying to me?” Namjoon jeers - the taunting inclination heavy in his voice.

“I didn’t count,” you whimper - your voice coming out higher than you’d intended it to.

Swiftly, he whips the crop against your tits: alternating between the tender flesh of your breasts and your hypersensitive nipples. Soon, under his ministrations, your hardened buds twist painfully, the peaks swelling and throbbing. Seeing the engorged nipples, Namjoon pauses his motions. Bending down in front of you, Namjoon’s lips ghost against your swollen nipples, and darting his tongue out, he affectionately laves each one with a kittenish lick. You gasp in pleasure, your eyes fluttering at the soothing gesture.

“Hmmmm… well then, I’m just going to have to keep going till you learn your lesson, aren’t I?” Namjoon hums - his breath fanning over your breasts. Then, after placing a gentle kiss onto your sternum, he’s straightening his back. “Remember your safe signals are-” he begins, only for you to cut him off.

“Red or snapping my fingers,” you finish for him. Namjoon smiles with a nod, before he’s once again cracking the riding crop. His next spank lands directly on the thick flesh of your ass, and your gasp of pain quickly morphs into a low moan of pleasure. Namjoon lets out his own groan of pleasure, enjoying the way your ass ripples under him while you cry out loudly.

Tenderly, he runs the edge over your dripping cunt, drawing a sharp cry from you as the supple leather teases your dripping slit. He runs the crop almost lovingly - spreading your folds and getting the supple flap wet and sticky with your essence. Tracing it down to your dripping entrance, he outlines the ring of muscles using the corner of the crop’s hide strip. The feather-light sensation causes your eyes to roll back in pleasure, and you buck your hips against him once more. Abruptly, he flicks his wrist, before snapping the crop against your cunt - hard.

Still sensitive from your recent orgasm, a mix of pain and pleasure rips through you and heat blazes against your dripping hole: the entrance reflexively quivering. “Apologise for being a disobedient little brat,” Namjoon hisses. However, you purposely bite your tongue before shaking your head in a ‘no’. Eyes narrowing at your impertinence, Namjoon raptly brings down the crop - this time landing five sharp slaps against your clit.

The sting of his spanks are intensified by the sensitivity of your clit, the throbbing bud still aching from your recent orgasm. Overstimulated by his sharp spanks, electric pain jolts through your nerves, mixing in with the undercurrent of ecstasy that’s already coursing through your blood vessels. You scream in response, your throat straining as tears of pleasure well up in your eyes. Watching the way your cunt leaks: your thick arousal pooling around your tight entrance before dribbling down the seam of your ass, Namjoon lets out another grunt.

“God, aren’t you Daddy’s precious little pain slut,” he purrs in praise - cracking the crop onto your clit with his words. “Say it,” your boyfriend commands. Again, when you don’t reply in a timely fashion, Namjoon spanks you - four rapt slaps alternating against your swollen clit and dripping pussy. His actions aggravate the hypersensitivity of your cunt, causing your breath to turn ragged as you focus wholly on the intoxicating sensations cascading through you.

Throat tightening, you swallow thickly as you watch him punish you. Towering over you, sweat beads along the edge of his forehead, the tips of his hair soaked in a light coating of perspiration. The silver hilt of the riding crop sits loosely, yet firmly, between his fingers and with every motion, his biceps bulge: rippling under his taught, butterscotch flesh. Authority exudes off of him in thick waves, and sheer dominance swirls in his eyes. The imposing sight of him causes a soft cry of wanton need to mew from your throat, and you buck your hips into his spank.

Eyes transfixed onto your pussy, Namjoon similarly drinks you in. Under his rapt ministrations, your clit has hardened, visibly throbbing, and your cunt has turned puffy: swelling with blood and sensitivity. Dense rivers of your wetness ooze out of your cunt, trailing down the seam of your ass before soaking into your sheets. In fact, you’re so wet, that you’ve even left a puddle of arousal under you - not that you notice, too caught up in the pleasurable pain he wrought onto your body.

The pliant leather of the crop is your favourite - the flap thin and wide - causing the pain to condense in acute concentrations. With each whip, you hiss in pleasure, the overstimulated and swelling flesh of your cunt quickly smarting as it begins throbbing vehemently. When he spanks your clit again - just a little harder, “I’m Daddy’s little pain slut,” you sob out. There’s a keen, intense stinging to each of his spanks, but with each impact, there’s an underlying current of overwhelming pleasure: Namjoon expertly cracking it over your flesh.

Hearing your garbled words, Namjoon halts his actions for a moment, only to gently caress your sodden, sore folds with the crop. Whimpering at the tenderness of your cunt, you let out a guttural whine before writhing against the leather flap. “Have you learnt your lesson, Little Vixen? Are you ready to be an obedient little pet and apologise to Daddy?” Namjoon coos. Words registering in your head, you don’t even have to ponder the question, before you’re shaking your head in a ‘no’ once again. “Hmmm… well, some sluts never learn do they,” Namjoon hisses.

Yet again, he begins disciplining you - but knowing that your cunt needs time to recuperate - Namjoon aims his next spanks to the backs of your thighs and globes of your ass. His spanks are harder than before: the punishing force behind each and every impact increasing with every slap - knowing that your ass and thighs can take the brunt of his punishment. In spite of the plump flesh of your muscle absorbing some of the impact, nevertheless, your flesh soon turns raw: your skin heating under his harsh torture. Crying out, you wail out ‘Daddy’ over and over again, and as each spank increases in intensity, your voice climbs louder and louder.

“Quiet, or all our neighbours will hear you being a dirty pain slut,” Namjoon hisses in a warning - even as he continues spanking your ass. His words, however, fall on deaf ears, and continually, you sob and moan: the stinging ache of the pain intermingling with the euphoric ecstasy of the pleasure. The overwhelming sensations cause tears to spill down your cheeks - and when the feel of his spanks get far too intense - you begin writhing your hips.

Deliberately, you try to evade Namjoon’s spanks - however, more than used to your petulance - the crop faithfully lands on target: Namjoon striking your ass and the backs of your thighs with the crop diligently. When Namjoon delivers quick, sharp strikes to the sensitive flesh where your thighs meet your ass, you sob and struggle harder under him. Your bound wrists pull flush against the tape, causing the sticky plastic to stretch, yet still, they don’t give - keeping you restrained.

“Daddy- it hurts! Please, it hurts,” you wail. Namjoon’s eyes narrow for a moment, and once again, he listens out for your safe signals. Rather, you continue sobbing under him - blubbering as tears streak across your cheeks. A thrill of excitement races through Namjoon at your unhinged, fucked out state, and part of him wishes you’d been wearing makeup; just so he could see the mascara tracks down your skin.

Still, he slows down his spanks before easing up the power behind them. “What’s your colour, Princess?” Namjoon asks, concern clearly laced in his voice. He knows how much you enjoy pain during sex, but for a second, he wonders if the pain outcompetes the pleasure right now. A warm hand finds its way on the back of your thigh, and soothingly, he massages your sore flesh as he waits for you to respond.

Snivelling, you suck in a breath before whining in displeasure when you realise he’s stopped. “Green,” you rasp out. For a sliver of a second, Namjoon hesitates, nonetheless, soon, he’s cracking the crop again.

“Fucking little pain slut,” Namjoon mumbles. Despite the low murmur, however, you hear him clearly - his voice laden with praise and affection. All of a sudden, you feel the leather strip land directly on your asshole - the wet smack resounding through the air. Squealing in protest, you wriggle again, trying to avoid the sharp spank. “Apologise,” Namjoon hisses. Rather than answer him, you shake your head and wiggle your ass again. Except this time, instead of trying to evade him, you push your ass directly into his crop.

Repeating his action, Namjoon brings the hide strap directly onto your asshole, and his eyebrows raise when he hears you mewl in pleasure. Over and over, he brings the flap down onto your asshole - watching as the tight ring of muscles twitches and swells - only for you to hiss out in pleasure and goad him more. Somehow, despite his spanks not being as harsh as they were with your ass and thighs, they land hard and acutely, causing the aching heat to sear along your asshole. Though, you have a feeling that’s more to do with the sensitivity of your back entrance. Spanking you particularly harsh, your spine twists off the bed, your body spasming violently.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you sob. Namjoon snickers as he watches you struggle to move - your legs still pressed on either side of you. He watches the way your fingers flex, curling around your calves, before your nails dig into the flesh; carving crescent-shaped wells into your flesh.

“You know, this ends the moment you apologise,” Namjoon reminds you with a low purr. In the midst of your pleasure-pain addled mind, you send Namjoon a scathing, defiant look, your boyfriend only snorting in response. “As you wish,” he mumbles under his breath before turning his attention back to his punishment.

Precisely, Namjoon’s spanks your asshole: enjoying the way the tight ring of muscles quiver and twitch. Every now and then, they loosen up slightly, and soon, they’re as swollen as your needy cunt lips. Under his actions, the inflamed muscles turn hypersensitive, and next thing you know, euphoria burns heavily in your veins. Heat flashing across your skin, you feel your orgasm tease against the edges of your being. Nevertheless, without stimulation to your clit, or cunt, you can’t force yourself over the edge. Instead, your orgasm continues taunting you, and quickly, the empty ache of your cunt intensifies to almost unbearable levels.

All of a sudden, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a brat! Fuck me. Fuck. Daddy, please! Fuck me,” you cry out - finally giving in. Instantly, a triumphant grin curls onto Namjoon’s cheek, his dimples indenting as he smirks down at you.

“Good Little Vixen,” Namjoon praises - and with one final spank on your asshole, he’s retreating the riding crop.

Breath laboured, you inhale shallow breaths before exhaling deeply. Dark eyes rove over your fucked out state, Namjoon’s gaze honing in on your raw cunt and tender asshole. Cooing at the sight, his dexterous fingers flip the crop, and gripping the thin shaft, he runs the metal hilt against your slit. Lazily, he glides the handle through your cunt - revelling in the way the metal rod spreads open your folds - before he circles it around your entrance.

“Is that what you want, Princess? You want Daddy to fuck this pretty little cunt open?” Namjoon hums. Without a warning, he pushes the hilt of the riding crop into you, and eyes widening, your body startles. Low groans spill from your throat; you feel the rough handle slowly enter you - the narrow length gradually opening you up.

Progressively, the blunt edge slips into you - the unrelenting hardness causing you to whimper. Once it’s a couple of centimetres into you, Namjoon languidly pumps it - thrusting it in and out of your tender cunt. The stretch is barely noticeable - a little more than one of Namjoon’s fingers, but considerably smaller than two of them - and despite being filled up, the empty ache of your cunt is still noticeable.

“Please- more,” you whimper while undulating your hips in a bid to sink it further into you. However, with a tut, Namjoon is quickly pulling it out of you.

“Hmmm, maybe. First, Daddy needs to dress his Little Vixen up again,” comes your boyfriend’s response. As he speaks, he runs the steel handle of the riding crop down your ass, and with his last word, he gently pushes the wet, blunt tip into your swollen ass. Readily, the stub enters your pliant ass - the inflamed muscles smarting slightly as the girth pulls them open deliciously.

“Oh fuck,” you throatily rasp, your eyes fluttering shut as your neck arches in pleasure.

“Awww, does Daddy’s pretty pet want her ass filled up?” Namjoon sneers with a taunt. Ragged breaths escape your mouth and wildly, you nod your assent - a deep, unsatiated hunger lingering in your eyes. “Oh, I know you do Princess. You love nothing more than having all your holes filled up, don’t you? Don’t worry, Little Fox, Daddy will use them all just the way you like,” he cooly purrs. Suddenly, Namjoon is pulling the crop out of your ass, and the swift movement causes you to wince, the entrance still raw from Namjoon’s spanks.

Next thing you know, he’s dropping the riding crop on the bed beside you. Curiosity colours your expression, eyes following him in interest, you watch as he walks over to your bedside table. Opening the drawer, he pulls out a small pair of scissors and the small bottle of lube before returning - but not before bending over and picking up your other tail. Excitement flitters through you when you notice the considerably larger plug, and against your will, a low, eager, moan falls from your throat.

Namjoon simply snorts at the sound before walking back to you. Slightly bent over your frame, he delicately grips your limbs. Then, sliding the cool metal blades of the scissor easily between the seam of your wrist and calf, Namjoon cuts the tape - freeing your left side - before doing the same for your right. Instantly, your legs move - falling and dangling over the bed - and you groan as your stretched muscles relax. Large hands falling to your thighs, Namjoon lightly massages the strained muscles, causing you to sigh in relief.

Moving on the floor beside the end of the bed, you watch as your boyfriend kneels down - until he’s eye level with your cunt and ass. Once again, he bends your knees, and holding onto your ankles, he braces your feet against the edge of the mattress. Next, he’s slipping his warm hands under your ass, before dragging it over the end, so your ass slightly hangs over the bed. In your new position, Namjoon once again has full access to your holes. Brazenly, he devours your sex: your engorged clit pulses viciously, the swollen folds of your sex puffy and inflamed. Eyes dropping to your ass, Namjoon’s groan deepens; staring at the way the sore muscles tremble and contract.

“God, your ass is swollen,” Namjoon comments - his breath fanning against your sodden folds and slick asshole. Watching the way it quivers, he snickers before purposely blowing on it. The light waft of air breezes flat against the tight entrance, and when it clenches, Namjoon groans. “God, look at the way it twitches. That pretty little asshole is practically begging to be fucked open, isn’t it, Little One?” Namjoon purrs playfully. As his words filter through your head, once again, an inkling of embarrassment twinges through you. However, the moment he trails his pointer finger up your slit and towards the rim of your asshole, your humiliation is quickly replaced by desire.

Unable to help himself, he presses the flat of his silken tongue against the rim of your ass before licking all the way up to your clit. Your eyes widen when you feel the rounded metal ball of his tongue piercing run through you, and the soft, soothing sensation of his tongue mixing with the hard metal of his piercing against your tender sex has a deep groan of pleasure emanating from you. Thick pools of your wetness gather on his tongue, your arousal aggregating on the hollow of it. Doused in your heady essence, Namjoon’s tastebuds are bathed in your inebriating flavour.

When his tongue whorls around your clit, the rounded tips of the barbell toying with the puffy bud, “Ah fuck,” you breathily moan - your voice coming out barely above a whisper. Meanwhile, with feathery caresses, Namjoon circles his fingertip around the rim of your ass - relishing in the way it trembles under his actions.

Without warning, Namjoon sinks one of his fingers into you - using the abundance of your leaking arousal as lube. Feeling the tip of his finger enter your swollen ass, you keen in wanton need. Emboldened by your moan, Namjoon applies further pressure - slowly sinking his entire finger into you - until it’s buried hilt deep. Once fully embedded inside you, he lets out a deep, shuddering breath as he revels in the hot muscles erratically clenching around his digit. Tentatively, he wiggles the appendage inside you, and feeling your inflamed flesh stretch, you let out a heavy moan of pleasure.

Namjoon snickers at the sound, before retreating the finger. Next, you feel two of his fingers trace the rim, getting them wet in your slick, before he’s pushing them both against your opening. From how raw your ass is - the aftermath of Namjoon’s spanks - a light tremor of pain courses through you as he stretches the tight ring of muscles and another deep groan of pleasure escapes your lips. Namjoon’s features twist, dark taunt colouring his visage as he smirks derisively at you.

“Desperate whore,” he spits out. With his tongue pressed against your clit, the words come out slightly muffled. However, the ball of his piercing presses harder with each movement of his tongue and his voice reverberates through your tortured clit - causing you to whimper out in need. Vehemently, Namjoon twirls his tongue around your clit - the piercing repetitively dragging against the bud - and synchronously he pumps his two fingers in and out of your swollen ass.

Overwhelming bliss bubbling through your bloodstream, “please, fuck- more, please, more,” you rasp out, those three words repetitively falling from your lips. Contrary to your wishes, however, Namjoon is suddenly pulling his fingers out of you. Objecting in displeasure at the loss of his fingers, you voluntarily clench your ass, in a bid to keep the digits locked inside you. Nonetheless, within a few short moments, they’re completely out - leaving you feeling empty.

“Why,” you sobbingly whine, your toes curling into the edge of the bed as you cry over the loss of pleasure. However, your dissatisfaction doesn’t last long, because abruptly, you feel a cool, tapered head ghosting the rim of your ass. Eyes widening, your hips buck into the air at the sudden sensation of your plug against your ass.

“Hold still,” Namjoon growls in warning - the low vibrations jolting across your clit and making you jump once again. Pulling your clit between his teeth, Namjoon nips the bud lightly as a threat. You whimper at the sensation of his teeth grazing the throbbing bundle of nerves - but rather than heed his order - you continue wriggling.

“More,” you whine. Scowling at your impertinence, Namjoon suddenly pushes the narrow head of the plug into you. Gasping at the sudden intrusion, your feet dig into the mattress before your back twists off the bed. The discomfort of the intrusion is enhanced by your raw entrance, and fingers fisting into the sheets beside you, you whimper out.

“Hold still or I’ll stop,” Namjoon threatens. Words registering in your head, you instantly still - not wanting him to cease his actions. You feel your boyfriend smirk against your cunt. Once again, he begins lapping your pussy - his pierced tongue running over your folds before laving your clit. Deep mewls of rapturous bliss escape your lips as you feel the velvet muscle rove over your puffy folds. With each ministration, your cunt leaks: the wetness dripping down your ass and slickening your asshole - where the plug is still partially embedded into you.

Using your natural lubrication, Namjoon deliberately begins pumping the plug into you. The flared head slowly thrusts into you and when the girth thickens - your muscles stretching almost painfully - you hoarsely cry out. Swiftly, Namjoon is retreating the plug from you, simultaneously pulling from your cunt. Before you can whine in protest, however, Namjoon is abruptly spitting on your ass. You feel the thick blob of his warm spit trail down your asshole, slightly entering you when the rim twitches.

Next thing you know, Namjoon’s tongue is against the tight ring of muscles. Pointing the appendage, your boyfriend thrusts it against your opening before he wiggles it - flicking it against your asshole. You groan in pleasure, your ass bucking into his face as you let out a shallow breath. “Oh fuck me,” you sigh out - the words coming out slightly high-pitched. Suddenly, he thrusts it into you - his tongue fighting against the tightness of your ass.

Involuntarily, your asshole quivers around his tongue - but under his unrelenting motions: the agile muscle continuously flicking and lapping at the rim - the tight entrance soon loosens up. Readily, without a second’s hesitation, Namjoon slips his tongue into your ass when he feels it relax. The moment it enters you, the barbell piercing of his tongue teasing your outer rim, your fingers tighten around the sheets, and your throat strains as you sharply cry out in ecstasy. Fighting against the contracting muscles, Namjoon thrusts his tongue into you, intermittently twisting it to lick at your inner walls - each action causing the metal ball to skim your asshole.

Ecstatic euphoria thrums through your bloodstream, your skin flushing as Namjoon’s tongue continues tantalisingly whirling inside of your ass. Unable to help yourself, you anchor your feet firmly on the bed before undulating your hips - and consequently, your ass - into his mouth. Namjoon’s eyes flick up from your cunt to your face, his eyes darkening as he watches the way your eyelids turn heavy - causing them to flutter in pleasure. Then, deeming your asshole loose and slick enough, Namjoon laves the rim one final time before pulling away.

“Noooo,” you whine in objection. Despite your protest, however, Namjoon ignores you - only to once again spit on your ass.

He moves the plug back to your ass, and gripping the base of the furry tail, he circles the blunt, pointed tip around the rim of your ass. Playing with the mix of his spit and your arousal, he lightly pushes it inside you - and this time, it slips in slightly easier. Gently, but firmly, Namjoon begins thrusting it inside your ass and you moan when you feel your tender entrance stretch around the flared girth. Soon, the girth increases a little more, and twinges of mild discomfort flaring against your entrance, you cry out in pain.

You hear him finally uncap the lube, before he drips some of it down your ass. Slowly, you feel the thick lubricant drip down the seam of your ass and around your tight entrance: coating both your muscles and the thick plug in its slick. Lubed up sufficiently, he indolently begins plunging it into you - twisting and turning the plug as he impales you with it in shallow thrusts. The sopping wet toy - drenched in a mixture of spit, lube and your own arousal - begins gliding easier into your walls - gradually pulling them open.

Occasionally, Namjoon will pull it completely out of your, revelling in the way your gaping hole trembles and closes, before he roughly thrusts it back inside. Over and over, he continues toying with your asshole - never fully pushing the plug into you. Meanwhile, his pierced tongue returns to your cunt. He lays the flat of his tongue against your entrance, before swiping the appendage up to your clit, in one broad lick.

A choked cry tears from your lips, your throat straining under the sound, whilst he teasingly outlines your clit - the sensitivity having settled a little. Still, the round metal ball of his tongue piercing tantalisingly flicks against the pulsating bundle of nerves, causing your back to writhe in pleasure. Simultaneously, with each inch of the plug that is plunged into your pliant ass, you’re pulled apart further.

High-pitched keens and deep moans of euphoria alternatingly emanate from your throat, and surreptitiously, your thighs begin quivering. Soon, the girth widens almost painfully, and feeling your swollen muscles achingly stretch, you whine out at the sharp sting of pain. Nevertheless, Namjoon continues pushing it inside you. All of a sudden, the dramatic flare of the plug forces your inner muscles to their limit. Usually, the pain would only be a mild discomfort, however, with Namjoon’s earlier punishing spank of your asshole, the euphoric pain is intensified - your cunt contracting and releasing another gush of wetness.

With an unexpected pop, the thickest part of the plug slides fully into you, and with a soft mewl, your ass accepts it - the strained muscular ring swallowing the rest of the plug. Namjoon watches your entrance close around the thinner base with a groan, and still gripping the base of the tail, he tugs it harshly. The wide plug jolts inside of you, dragging against your inner ass muscles and stimulating the sensitive nerves. Choked cries of pleasure-pain escape your mouth when it unexpectedly jerks. He tugs it hard enough to lightly pull it out of you - and the thick girth once again causes your tender asshole to strain once again.

Reflexively, the muscles of your ass clench, and your eyes roll back in ecstasy at the fullness - the action causes your ass to swallow the tailpiece once again. “God, that’s fucking hot,” Namjoon praises. Once again, he grips the base, before tugging - just a little harder.

Jerking this time, “hurts,” you gasp out - the thick girth preventing it from fully slipping out.

“And why is that, Little Vixen?” Namjoon cooes - his fingers tauntingly stroking around the base of the plug.

“Because Daddy spanked my asshole raw,” you whine, wriggling your ass as you try to get away from his hand.

Snickering with a taunt, “And why did Daddy do that?” Namjoon jeeringly asks. Faux innocence heavily laces his voice, causing you to pout. He knows why. You know he does. Still, when you don’t reply, Namjoon abruptly slaps your ass - relishing in the way the plump flesh ripples under his ministration. Through gritted teeth, you hiss at the action, your sore ass once again flaring with pain.

“Because I was being a disrespectful brat,” comes your immediate whimpering response. Namjoon purrs in appreciation at your answer.

Then, he’s backing away from you. Head tilting, you watch as he walks towards the side of the bed, before sitting on it: his knees flush against the edge of the mattress. Patting his thick thighs, “On Daddy’s lap, Little Fox,” Namjoon beckons.

Easily, you flip your body onto your front before crawling towards him. Hands moving over his lap, you rest them on the bed before you lay flat on him, your ass perfectly positioned and resting on his thighs; the plump cheeks slightly raised in the air. Your new positioning has Namjoon’s eyes falling onto your ass, and involuntarily, he winces at the welts and angry flush that mar the supple flesh. Tenderly, he runs his hand over your ass, and feeling his rough palm against the sore skin, you imperceptibly flinch.

One of his fingers tracing a particularly prominent welt, his tips dance across your skin. “You’re going to be bruised tomorrow,” Namjoon murmurs. Twisting your neck, you look at him coyly.

“Totally worth it,” you quip back. In a flash, Namjoon brings his hand up, lightly spanking you from your thigh to the top of your ass. Hissing in pain, and your skin flaring with pain again, your hand twists back to grip at his wrist. Your movement causes Namjoon to snicker, your nose wrinkling at him in annoyance.

Using his other hand to remove your hand from his wrist, he drops it onto your back, before holding it down. Petulantly, your other hand twists behind, and once again, Namjoon drops it to the base of your back. Gripping both your wrists in one hand, his pins them to the skin of your back - effectively restraining you once again. Lovingly, his hand caresses over your tender ass before he begins stroking the plush bristles of your tailpieces.

“Such a pretty pet,” Namjoon coos as he continues petting you. Then, twirling the thick tail between his fingers, he slowly lifts it up before laying it across the curve of your back. Next, with his free hand, he spreads your thighs further apart and a groan of appreciation emanates deep from within his chest at the sight.

Unabashedly, his eyes skim your sex: taking in the swollen, sticky folds and how your wet entrance flutters, while the base of the metal plug sits snug inside the tight, slightly inflamed, muscular rings of your asshole. You’re completely soaked - your inner thighs and the cheeks of your ass glistening in a thin layer of your arousal - cum dripping down your cunt and onto his lap. Cock twitching at the sight, you moan when you feel it pulsate against your abdomen, the hardened length pressing against your skin through the fabric of his boxers.

“Such a wet fucking whore,” Namjoon purrs. Two of his fingers trail through your slit before he slips them into your cunt. Mewling in pleasure, you feel your walls stretch deliciously - the large plug in your ass shifting slightly. Awed by how soaked you still are, despite your spanking, Namjoon’s chest rumbles in appraisal, “Do you like when Daddy spanks you, Pet?”

Lightly, your boyfriend thrusts his fingers into you, twisting them and stretching you out. His actions cause a high-pitched keen of pleasure to slip from your throat, “yes Daddy,” you croon.

Namjoon laughs once again, before letting go of your wrists, “spread your ass,” Namjoon softly orders.

A tremor of anticipation flitters through you, and instantly, your hands fall onto the fleshy cheeks. Fingers digging into the plump muscle, you grip them before pulling them apart. With your flesh globes pulled apart, Namjoon fucks his fingers harder into you - admiring how the plug in your ass tightens your cunt. Stare transfixed on your pussy, he enjoys the way the thin walls of your honeyed hole cling to his fingers.

Out of nowhere, he pushes his fingers as deep into you as he can and skillfully, with practised ease, he finds the sweet spot inside you. Fingers crooked at the knuckles, he curls his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion before stroking the hypersensitive bundle of tissues. Crooning with pleasure, your hips buck into the air, forcing his fingers deeper into you. Through the thin walls that separate your ass from your cunt, the motion of Namjoon’s fingers causes the plug inside you to move - and with every stroke, your nerves alight with pleasure.

Skin heating by a couple of degrees, you feel the knot within your stomach twist and turn. Relentlessly, with deliberate motions, Namjoon continues caressing your g-spot - heightening your pleasure. Goosebumps prickle at your skin, and digging your fingernails into the flesh of your ass, you groan in ecstasy. Suddenly, Namjoon forces his thumb flat against your clit, and when he begins rubbing the bud in tight circles, your moan morphs into a cry. You feel the euphoric haze of your orgasm nip at the edges of your being - however - before it can intensify, Namjoon’s pulling his fingers out.

Pleasurable heat dissipating, your eyes widen and tears mist your eyes. Desperately, you shake your head before shooting up. Moving to your knees, you sit on the bed - your cunt flat against the mattress. Ignoring the smarting of your raw ass, your hands shoot out and cling onto his thighs before looking at him pleadingly. “No! Fuck- Daddy no. You said you wouldn’t,” you sob, your hips grinding against the bed.

Instantly, Namjoon’s tattooed arm wraps around your waist, and tightening his hold, he tugs you into his lap once again. His large hand splays against the curve of your back, and pulling you flush against his chest, Namjoon’s head drops to bury in the crook of your neck. Playfully, his lips ghost over the arc of your neck, before they caress the outer shell of your ear. Teeth wrapping around the flesh of your earlobe, he tugs lightly at it. “I know, Princess, but you’re being a selfish, insatiable slut right now. Don’t you think it’s Daddy’s turn for some fun? After all, I did promise to use every single hole,” Namjoon reminds you with a whisper - his voice low and gravelly.

Words shooting straight through your ear and to your core, your stomach twists. Letting out a heavy exhale, you shift in his lap: moving your knees on either side of his thighs to straddle him. “Please,” you breathily reply. You feel Namjoon’s lips curl into a smirk against your ear.

Pecking the cartilage shell with a quick kiss, “Why don’t you get on your knees and show Daddy just how much you appreciated your punishment? I remember a desperate cockslut begging me to fuck her throat,” comes Namjoon’s throaty order. With an eager nod, you quickly shift on his lap. However, rather than getting on your knees, you simply place your feet on the ground and lower your head to his neck.

With your face buried into the arch of his throat, you begin peppering kisses along the flesh. Your lips trace the dark ink of the spray of roses and thorns that adorn his neck. Seizing the opportunity, and finding the few unmarred spots on his throat, you wrap your lips around them. Mouth sucking, you gently tease his flesh - lightly suckling before tugging the thin skin between your teeth and nipping at it. At the slight pang of pain, Namjoon throatily growls - and with your mouth pressed flat against his throat, you feel more than hear the sound.

Under your ministrations, mauve and mulberry bruises begin blooming across his flesh - some of the marks obscured by the black ink of his tattoos. Nevertheless, you continue undeterred - sucking and biting as many hickeys into his flesh as you can - simultaneously marking him as your own. Namjoon’s large hands shoot out, and finding purchase on your hips, he grips them tightly before angling his head - purposely giving you further access to his neck.

With a low chuckle, “Are you marking Daddy, Little Fox?” Namjoon questions - the playful inflexion to his voice clearly evident.

“Mine,” you grunt in response. Then you return to nipping and nibbling at his skin. Once his throat is sufficiently littered in your marks, you pull away to admire your handiwork. Eyes roving over the bruised flesh, a croon of pleasure resounds from your throat; Namjoon only laughing in fondness.

Shuffling further back, and lowering your knees slightly, you move to crouch in front of him. Again, your lips attach to his skin - this time directly over his collarbone. Tongue flicking out, you trace the dark outlines of the doves tattooed onto the clavicle. Repeatedly, your tongue caresses his skin, and pointing your tongue you follow the black patterns. With every lick, the barest taste of Namjoon’s flesh teases your tastebuds - the light sheen of sweat that coated his skin having evaporated.

Finding another uninked patch - just over the dove’s head, you wrap your mouth around it before sucking once again. Teasingly, your teeth graze along his flesh - scraping the soft skin before biting at it. Namjoon hisses at the pain, but allows you to continue marking the flesh. One of his hand trails from your hip and up your stomach, before cupping your bare, dangling breast. Pressing his palm against the flesh, he rhythmically squeezes and rolls it in his hand - his thumb brushing against the swollen nipples.

“Maybe Daddy should mark his Little Vixen too, huh?” he teases. Before you can respond, though, he’s harshly pinching the taut nipple before tugging at it. Crying out, you break away from his flesh for a moment, your legs shaking as he continues toying with your hardened peaks. “Come on, Pretty Vixen, aren’t you going to be a good pet and get on your knees and let Daddy fuck your throat? Or do I need to punish you again?” Namjoon purrs before pinching and twisting your nipple in a warning.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, the pain mixing with the pleasure and causing your knees to buckle. Luckily, your hands have found purchase on Namjoon’s thick, strong thighs - and bracing your weight on them, you stop yourself flopping bonelessly to the ground.

Ignoring his threat, however, you move just a little further down - just over his pectoral this time. Heavy eyes trail over his chest, and for a moment you admire the tattoo that covers his defined, right breast. An intricate depiction of a skull paints his honeyed skin - the head and eye sockets embellished with pretty blossoms of daisies and daffodils. Following the tattoo with your eyes, your gaze stops just under the curve of his jaw - where his small, dark brown nipple sits.

Audibly, you swallow - your mouth watering at the small silver hoop that runs through the hardened bud. Leaning forward, his nose nuzzles against his pec - skimming along the defined curve - before you stop. With teasing actions, your lips glide over the brown peak, causing your boyfriend to groan. Under your ministrations, the small bud twists harder, and a smirk creeping onto your face, you repeat the action.

Once it's twisted to hardness - the small bud standing erect - you wrap your lips around the nipple. Namjoon groans in pleasure, the hand on your tit moving harder as he continues rolling the tender breast in his hand. Lazily, you mouth at his erect bud - your tongue laving languidly as you wet it with your spit. Velvet appendage curling and twisting playfully, you enticingly whorl it around it. Every circle of your tongue has the hoop of the piercing lifting and moving - and curling your tongue at the base - you flick it up.

Namjoon hisses at the action, and your smirk widens into a roguish grin. Abruptly, and after you flick the hoop with the point of your tongue, you pull the metal ring between your teeth. Lightly gripping it, you tug the piercing - Namjoon’s nipple following the movement. Once again, he groans under you. All of a sudden, his hand lets go of your tit - only to slap it instead. His large palm impacting your soft flesh, you moan around his nipple; consequently causing your boyfriend to hiss in pleasure.

Tenderly, the hand on your hip begins moving, Namjoon lightly stroking and massaging the soft flesh. “Come on, Princess. Daddy’s cock is hard and begging to be buried in your pretty mouth and throat,” Namjoon goads. The smirk on your face transforms into a small pout, and pulling away from his breast, you look at him pleadingly.

Bottom lip jutting out, “But Daddy, I still have the other one,” you whine - gracing him with your best puppy dog look. Namjoon sighs before relenting.

“Fine- a few more minutes. But Daddy will fuck your throat raw as punishment for disobeying, do you understand?” Namjoon asks. Eyes twinkling with keen hunger, you eagerly nod before switching to his left breast.

Trailing from his left bicep and curling over the pec, sits an intricate illustration of the phoenix. Red and black wings burnish the flesh of his upper arm, the body curling under his collarbone before the head sits on his left breast. Once again, your tongue flicks out, and reverently, you begin tracing the outlines of the feathered wings. Following the lines of the body, you soon find yourself licking and sucking just under the phoenix head.

You press one final kiss to the beak of the bird, before lowering your lips a few centimetres. When your mouth grazes his right nipple, Namjoon shudders under you. Not wanting to waste the few precious minutes you have left, you immediately wrap your lips around the hard flesh before suckling. The flat of your tongue presses against the nipple before you stroke the appendage across it - enjoying the way the pierced, hard nipple drags across the silken muscle. Teeth pulling on the hoop, you harshly tug at it before encompassing the hard peak itself. Lightly, you nibble at his flesh - teasing and biting his nipple.

Knowing your time is almost up, you pull away with a pop, and continue your descent down his body; but not before pressing two delicate kisses against each of his nipples. Yet again, you begin kissing your way down his body - along his sternum and toward the soft flesh of his bare stomach - the skin under his pectorals flawless: filled with nothing but the smooth expanse of his caramel skin. With a final kiss to the top of his abdomen, you fully lower yourself onto your knees in front of him.

Positioned on your knees in front of him, Namjoon slowly lifts his hips, and hooking his fingers under the elasticated waistband, he slowly slips them off. You watch as he pushes them down his thighs, and over his knees. Then, kicking them off, he returns to his seat on the bed. Pupils dilating, your gaze darkens - lust-filled hunger rippling through them - as you brazenly take him in. Deep, honey-gold skin glistens under the light: some of his flesh slick with your juices from when you’d leaked over them whilst in his lap. Muscular, corded muscles bulge under the taut skin of his arms and chest - the smooth flesh littered in various different tattooed depictions. The lighting from the room reflects off of his glowing body, somehow making him seem larger, and more built, than he really is.

His legs are spread on the bed, leaving enough space for you to knee between them, and his position emphasises the thickness of his thighs. They’re spread out in front of you, the flesh bunched up and fanning out across the mattress, and between them, in the middle, stands his cock: proud and erect. Thoughtlessly, your tongue darts out of your mouth, and you glide it against the seam: wetting your lips.

Despite having already cum once today, his cockhead is an angry shade of mauve: the tip beaded with translucent, milky precum - causing it to glisten under the bright white light of your bedroom. Discernibly, the shaft twitches - pulsating as blood courses through his thick girth. From your position, you can see the thin barbell of his frenum piercing - the jewellery sitting just below the seam of his mushroom head. Suddenly, Namjoon shifts - his body leaning back as he braces his hands on either side of his body. His stance is casual - nonchalant - yet somehow, he practically oozes authoritative dominance.

One hand moves from the bed, and tenderly he strokes your head, “Are you going to keep me waiting longer, Little Vixen?” Namjoon questions. Rather than waiting for you to answer, however, his hand drops to cup your neck. Fingers curling around your throat, he gently drags his thumb over the supple leather of your collar. “Or are you going to let me fuck your pretty throat?” he finishes before dropping his hand back to the bed.

Breath hitching in your throat, his words pull you out of your trance and immediately, you spring into action. Hand moving to his dick, you palm at his length; admiring how hot and hard he feels beneath your touch. With your fingers wrapped around his shaft, his impossible girth is only emphasised further: your fingers apart by a little under an inch. Languidly, you stroke his length - from the base, all the way to the tip. When your thumb brushes against the piercing on his shaft, you relish in the way his cock throbs harder.

Namjoon hisses under the light ministration; his head falling back as he feels your inner wrist rub against his length. Getting to the head, the pad of your thumb swipes over his oozing slit, and inadvertently, you coat your thumb in his sticky arousal. Keeping to your leisured pace, you dip your head down and pepper soft kisses along the lengths of his inner thighs. Lips ghosting over the lion burnished on his right thigh, your tongue pokes out, and you lick at the outline. Namjoon watches you under half-lidded eyes and his smouldering stare practically bores into you.

Once again, you swipe your thumb over his slit, and a string of his precum begins dripping from his engorged cockhead. The thick, viscous cum pools heavily onto his blunt head - slickening it with his heavy arousal. Unable to help yourself, you bend your head forward and drag a kittenish lick around the tip, delighting in his heady - slightly salted - essence. Feeling your wet tongue run over his head, a deep rumble of approval reverberates through Namjoon’s chest.

Encouraged by his sound, you repeat the action. Eyes fixated on his face, you flick your tongue out again, and drag it across his slit. Your action causes his arousal to bathe your tongue in the thick of him, and mouth practically salivating at his inebriating taste, you swallow thickly. Meanwhile, your palm glides down his shaft, and subsequently, your fingernails lightly rake across the length. When you get to the base, you pause for a moment, before lightly cupping one of his large, heavy balls. With practised ease, and more than used to what Namjoon enjoys, you lightly roll the sack in your hand.

Your boyfriend moans under you, practically turning putty under your actions, and a coy smile crosses your face. Seeing the playful expression on your face, Namjoon’s head lolls to the side before he cocks a casual eyebrow at you. For a second time, he lifts his hand, and this time, he curls it around the back of your neck. Fingers carding into the hair at the nape of your neck, he lovingly massages your scalps.

“How’s your ass, Princess?” Namjoon questions. Instantly, you stop your movements, and look up at him in confusion - his peculiar question puzzling you. “I bet it’s real sore from how hard Daddy spanked it… You wouldn’t want another one for being a dirty little cocktease, now would you?” he finishes with a tender coo.

The threat is clear and present in his voice, and involuntarily, your cunt ripples - another gush of wetness gushing out of you. Seeing the way your eyes glaze over with hunger, Namjoon snickers. “God, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Insataible fucking pain slut. Fine, if you don’t take my cock in your mouth soon, Daddy won’t let you cum when he finally fucks you,” he warns.

Eyes widening, a dry whimper of protest slips past your throat. You shuffle closer, flinching slightly when your sore ass scrapes against your heels. Closer to him now, you firmly grip the base of his shaft before angling it towards your mouth. The new position pulls his second piercing into your line of view, and a deep groan emanates from your throat when you see the second barbell of his King’s Crown piercing - the jewellery pierced between the neck of his cockhead and the top of his shaft.

Your warm lips brush against his tip, and with your eyes firmly locked on his, you stare up at him through the thick of your lashes. Whilst staring into his turbulent, ardent gaze, you place his cockhead against your lips before running it against the soft petals of your mouth - as if it were lipstick. The action causes his precum to stain your lips - the sticky wetness painting your lips and slightly dripping down your mouth. Reflexively, Namjoon’s pupils dilate, and you watch as his gaze darkens before he breaks your stare - dropping it to your lips instead.

Stare fixated on you, you stick out your tongue and swirl it around the seam of his swollen, oozing head. The King’s Crown piercing sits comfortably in your mouth - the blunt metal ball resting just against the inside of your lips. Meanwhile, the frenum piercing sits out - the warm metal pressed flush against the outside of your bottom lip. Nestled in your mouth - the tip poking between your teeth - his shaft pulsates viciously, and somehow, you feel him swell a little.

Namjoon’s fingers at the base of your neck curl, and gripping your roots, he tugs your head slightly - in an attempt to bury his cock into you. Nevertheless, you hold yourself steadfast - keeping yourself in position: your lips suctioned around the neck of his cockhead. Within the confines of your mouth, you flick your tongue before swirling it around his weeping slit - teasing the piercing at the top of his cockhead and causing him to hiss in pleasure. Synchronously, you lightly suckle on his head - his heady precum dousing your tastebuds. Collecting as much of it onto your tastebuds as you can, you savour its flavour before swallowing thickly.

Through gritted teeth, your boyfriend growls - the action inadvertently pulling a little more of his head into your mouth. His fingers grip your hair tighter, and again, he tries to push his cock further into your mouth. When you don’t budge, Namjoon growls in warning again, “Little Vixen,” he hisses.

With a little huff, you hollow out your cheeks and create a vacuum-like effect: suckling him further and further into your mouth. Another inch of his cock slides into you, and when the frenum piercing enters your mouth, his tip dragging against the flat of your tongue, you stop once again. Relaxing your tongue, you curl the appendage in agile motions: circling the entirety of his mushroom head before teasing the frenum piercing that sits just as the base of his cockhead.

For a moment, Namjoon basks in the warmth of your mouth - relishing in the way you alternatingly tongue at both his piercings - the appendage whorling enticingly around the entirety of his girth. You suckle particularly hard, the action consequently causing your lips to tighten around his head. “You like sucking on Daddy’s cock don’t you, Little One?” Namjoon murmurs, his fingers combing through your hair. An appreciative whine falls from your lips, and you nod - the movement making his cock shift in your mouth.

Namjoon croons when the whimper reverberates around his cock, “Yeah, Little Fox, you need something to keep that pretty mouth filled,” he continues, his fingers still gently running through the hair at the back of your head. Without a warning, however, his digits flex and he tightens his grip on your roots. Gaze darkening, he lowers his voice two octaves before looking down at you. His jaw flexes, the corner muscles twitching, “Maybe daddy should keep his Pretty Vixen’s mouth stuffed with his cock - just so you can’t run that disrespectful whore mouth of yours,” he hisses while pushing your head down onto his cock.

Clearly growing impatient, his actions turn harsh and he abruptly pulls your face forward again. The motion causes him to sink another inch of his length into your mouth, and achingly, your jaw widens - the muscles straining for him thick girth. You groan at the movement - and Namjoon moans when the vibrations reverberate through his sensitive length and along the metal jewellery - the sensitivity of his length increased by the piercings.

“Open your mouth, Little Vixen, I can’t fuck that sweet little throat unless you swallow my cock,” Namjoon murmurs. Sucking in a deep breath, you relax your jaw further and let him thrust another few inches of his cock into you - until the tip hits the back of your mouth - the King’s Crown piercing pressing against the roof of your mouth, while the frenum piercing sits flush against your tongue. Gagging slightly on his cock, you feel spit pool into your mouth - the lubrication only coating his shaft and slicking it further.

With his cockhead pressed flat against the back of your mouth, Namjoon grunts in pleasure - losing himself in the way the silky muscles spasm around his cock. “Come on, Little Fox, we both know you can take it all,” Namjoon goads as he attempts to glide it further down your throat. Unyielding, his blunt mushroom head forces against the velvet muscles of your throat. Once again, you gag around his cock - another rush of spit coating your mouth.

You’ve only just got a couple of inches of his length buried in your mouth, yet your jaw aches - Namjoon’s thick girth in your mouth compelling it to stretch to its limits. Spit pools around the seam of your mouth - the saliva being forced out with every subtle thrust of his cock into your wet cavern. Seeing the messy sight, Namjoon’s chest trembles with appreciation.

“Fuck, you’re such a desperate little messy whore. Open up and relax - Daddy’s promised he’d fuck your throat till its raw for disobeying him,” Namjoon mutters. His words cause you to swallow thickly, and Namjoon’s head falls back when he feels the muscles of your pharynx contract around his cockhead - sucking him in just a little further.

Through the motion, he pulls your head down further - using the spasming flesh to force you to swallow another inch. As you stare up at him, you urge your throat to relax - and feeling the muscles slacken, Namjoon coos in praise. Both his hands thread into the roots of your hair, and then gripping them as makeshift reigns, your boyfriend lifts his hips and thrusts into your mouth; simultaneously pulling your head down. He practically impales his cock into your mouth - fucking his length into you and delighting in the warm, wet feel of your tongue and inner cheeks.

Your boyfriend pushes in particularly deep - the tip of his cock repetitively bumping against the back of your throat. Every surge of his hips has his cock thrusting into the hollow of your cheeks, and soon, the wet, sloppy sounds of gagging fill the silent air. At his rough motions, the telltale sting of tears nip your eyes, and you find them misting over - turning watery as you continue gagging on his cock from his brutal pace.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s a tight fucking mouth,” comes Namjoon’s strained moan - his throat practically forcing the words out amidst a series of choked groans. Mushroom head smacking against the soft walls of your pharynx, “F-F-Fuck, it’d be better if you’d let me fuck that throat,” Namjoon pants. To the best of your ability, you suck in a sharp - yet shallow - breath, before further relaxing your throat: somewhat getting used to his ferocious pace.

Keeping your gaze firmly planted on him, you watch his every movement, and the next time you feel his cock hit the back of your throat - you voluntarily swallow. Instantly, the pierced head pushes past the tight, velvet muscles of your pharynx, subsequently swallowing a couple more inches of his cock. The action causes Namjoon to cry out, and with a surge of his hips, he pushes another couple inches into you before stilling. At this point, you’re crying freely - tears once again tracking down your cheeks and evaporating to dry rivers of salt.

The moment the silken flesh of your throat encompasses his length, Namjoon groans and stills. His fingers on your hands flex as he holds you there. Taking a few moments, ragged breaths drip from his mouth and he basks in the sensation of your esophagus wrapped around his cock. Wet heat encases his length, your muscles erratically pulsating in an attempt to force him out. However, length unyielding in your throat, all your throat does is surreptitiously massage his shaft - the movement stimulating both his piercings and causing jolts of electric pleasure to shoot through his veins. Unable to help himself, Namjoon surges his hips forward, and pushes the final few inches of his shaft into you.

Wet lips pressed against his hips, your eyes widen and you choke around his cock. Another choked grunt falls from his lips when he feels the tight muscles contract. With the entirety of his cock buried in your throat, Namjoon’s gaze shifts to your collared throat, and seeing the outline of his cock straining against your flesh, he lets out another deep rumble of pleasure. One of his hands unthread from your hair, before he reverently encloses it around your throat. Slender, dexterous fingers curl around your neck, and you feel him press his fingers on either side of your esophagus.

Instantly, you feel your throat tighten around his cock; your oxygen supply simultaneously being restricted. Shifting under him, your hips wriggle as you feel yourself grow wetter at his actions. Meanwhile, your hands on his thighs curl, and your fingernails dig into his flesh, eliciting a pained hiss through your boyfriend’s clenched teeth. A slew of small whimpers derive from your throat, and muffled by his thick girth in your throat, the sound tremors along his sensitive shaft.

“Oh fucking shit- god, you love when I do this, don’t you? Daddy’s Little Vixen loves when he fucks her throat raw and chokes her, isn’t that right, Dollface?” comes Namjoon’s purr. Despite the pleasure he clearly feels ripple through him, somehow his voice is steady and authoritative, and once again, your cunt contracts. Digits flexing around your throat rhythmically, you feel Namjoon tenderly choke your throat. The slow burn in your lungs slowly intensifies, and when you find yourself growing dizzy, you unwrap your hand from his thigh before snapping your fingers twice.

Without a second’s hesitation, hearing the sound, Namjoon retreats his cock from your throat, and feeling both the blunt metal of his piercings drag across your muscles, you begin coughing. The moment he’s out of your mouth, you heave for air - trying to appease the vengeful burn in your lung. Soothingly, Namjoon pets your head, “Are you okay, Princess? What’s wrong?” he asks, concern evidently laden in his voice.

Catching your breath, you nod, “nothing… just needed a moment,” you rasp out, your throat a little hoarse from having his cock buried in it. Namjoon gently coos at you, lovingly petting your hair as he waits for you. After a few moments, and with breath refreshed in your lungs, “okay, I’m ready,” you call out. Namjoon looks at you in trepidation - concern clearly evident on his face. Momentarily, you send him a pointed look before sticking your tongue out, and pleadingly, you look up at him. With a sultry inclination, “Daddy, please fuck my throat,” you purr before opening your mouth wide open and sticking your tongue out.

Immediately, Namjoon is gripping his wet, spit coated, cock and slapping it against your open tongue. Indolently, he glides the length against the silky appendage, the frenum piercing dragging against your tastebuds. “Come on then, Little Fox, take my cock in,” Namjoon urges.

Once again, you wrap your mouth around Namjoon’s cock, and this time, when he slides into your throat - you easily swallow him down. Shaft buried in your throat, his cock bulges in your throat a second time - and you revel in the cold metal piercings against your warm inner flesh. Like a moth to a flame, Namjoon’s hand finds purchase on your neck, and thumb tenderly brushing over the swell, “Your pretty throat feels so fucking good around my cock… Daddy’s gonna fuck it nice and raw,” your boyfriend mutters.

Nodding in frantic enthusiasm, you wince slightly: his cock jerking in your throat and causing the piercings to jolt inside. Nevertheless, you still stare at him with wide eyes - silently begging him to use your throat. Deep rumble emerging from his chest, Namjoon snarls slightly before one of his hands moves to grip the roots of your hair, the other curling around your neck again. That’s the only warning you get, because the next thing you know, he’s rapidly surging his hips - thrusting his cock into your mouth.

Eyelids fluttering shut, you indulge in the way Namjoon fucks your throat while synchronously flexing his fingers around your throat. With deep strokes, his thick girth pulls your throat open, the large shaft continuously dragging through the hollow of your esophagus. Every thrust has the piercings of his cock pressing flat against your rippling throat and you relish in the feel of it. Purposely, you begin swallowing, and struggling against his heavy cock, your tongue begins sliding against the underside - roving over his shaft in surreptitious movements.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s a good fucking cockslut,” Namjoon praises, his eyes rolling as he loses himself in the pleasurable sensations. Fingernails digging into his thigh, you leave crescent-shaped wells into his honeyed skin - bracing yourself on them as he continues forcing himself down your throat.

“Of fuck… fucking fuck. Fuck, your throat is so good. So- so… fucking hot… and w-wet… and fucking tight. Fucking hell. Shit, fuck Little Fox. You’re- so good… for me… letting me fuck your pretty throat like this,” comes Namjoon’s strained groans. With every thrust, his voice comes out stuttered - his breath ragged and choppy - as he revels in the euphoric feelings of your throat surreptitiously massaging his swollen cock.

Erratically, he twitches and pulses in your mouth, and when his cock somehow swells, you know he’s about to cum. Unhindered by pleasure, his hand continues delicately squeezing around your throat - the motions intensifying his own ecstasy when the inner flesh of your esophagus tightens around his shaft. The restriction of airflow once again causes you to become light-head, and soon, the lack of oxygen begins igniting your lungs and setting them ablaze. White splattered across your vision, and your cunt achingly clenches around nothing - the emptiness of your pussy growing more apparent.

One of your hands moves to cup his heavy balls, and slowly, you palm and massage the sack - rolling it delicately in your hand. From above you, your boyfriend lets out a choked moan, and struggling to smile around his cock, your nails lightly rake them. Pace faltering, your boyfriend’s hand moves from your throat to your head, and gripping your locks in both hands, he thrusts particularly hard: burying his cock as deep into your throat as he can.

The sudden, hard, thrust forces you to gag and choke, tears spilling down your cheek as he pulses viciously in your throat. Nevertheless, you tighten your lips around the base of his cock before furiously running the flat of your tongue against the underside of his cock. Your actions cause Namjoon to let out a strained roar - and then he erupts.

Above you, your boyfriend hisses in ecstasy - his hips lightly gyrating into your throat as his cock spills his cum inside you. You feel, more than taste, his cum shoot directly down your throat - the thick substance clogging up your oesophagus. Rope after rope of his sticky seed pumps down your mouth, his cock capriciously pulsating as he cums. When your throat continues rippling, sensitivity grips at his shaft, and slowly he begins dislodging his cock from your throat.

Pulling retreating into your mouth, his cum continues shooting out - bathing your tongue in his heady essence. The salty, slightly bitter seed coats your tastebuds, and you moan in pleasure as you relish in its flavour. Namjoon’s fingers clench and unclench around your scalp, his breathing laboured as he comes back down from his high. Nonetheless, keeping one hand on the base of his - somehow still - erect cock, Namjoon fully pulls out of your mouth.

“Mouth open, tongue out,” comes Namjoon’s ragged order. Instantly, you follow his command, and stick your tongue out - some remnants of his milky seed still coating your tongue. Namjoon groans at the sight of you - thick strings of saliva and cum stringing from your swollen lips and attaching to his cock. With a soft moan, he begins pumping his shaft - the last of his cum dripping out and coating your lips and cheeks.

“Fucking- look at you. Daddy’s dirty Little Vixen, with her cock-swollen lips and cum-stained tongue,” Namjoon teasingly murmurs as he slaps his dick across your tongue and cheeks - rubbing more of his cum and spit soaked cock all over your face. Tongue still sticking out, he watches you struggle to keep as much of his cum on the hollow of your throat, and groaning in appreciation, he lets go of his shaft. Instead, he runs his fingers across your face, and gathering the mixture he’d spilled over your skin, he presses his digits against your tongue.

“Close and swallow,” Namjoon orders - his voice dark with lust. Mouth wrapping around his digits, you close your mouth and thickly swallow the mixture of substance that sits heavily in your mouth. Reflexively, your eyes shut and with a deep moan, you relish in his taste - your tongue curling and sliding all over his messy digits as you clean him up. A growl of approval emits from Namjoon’s chest, and eyes darkening with desire, “that’s a good fucking pet,” your boyfriend praises.

A large hand falls on your leash, and gripping the black leather strap, Namjoon slowly pulls you to your feet - standing up with you. Palms flitting down your naked sides, he rests them on the swell of your hips before gripping them and pulling you closer. Somehow, his cock is still hard, and poking against your stomach, you groan as the sticky fluids coating them smear across your naked abdomen. Dipping his head, he drags his pillowy lips against yours, and after pulling one of the swollen, cum-stained, petals between his lips, he bites it.

Jaw slackening, a surprised gasp falls from your lips whilst you stare up at him through the thick of your lashes. His pierced tongue darts out, licking your bottom lip and swiping some of the remaining remnants of his cum. Strings of spit and cum slide over his tongue, and the lew sight has your cunt twitch - the ache once again returning with a vengeance. Desperate whimpers slipping from your throat, you look up at him imploringly.

“Please,” you mumble, and Namjoon simply smiles. Head dropping a little further, his tongue darts out before licking up another glob of the mixture of your fluids before he swallows it.

“What do you want, Pretty Fox?” Namjoon murmurs in response. His breath fans over your face, and a shudder runs down your spine.

Once again you feel him drag his lips against yours, and eyes fluttering shut, you relish in the feel of his soft petals against your own. Tongue poking out, you swipe it against the seam of your mouth and inadvertently, you taste him to. The heady, somewhat salty taste of his cum still sits heavy on your lips, but from that one lick, you can taste the barest hint of Namjoon’s natural sweetness. Breath hitching in your throat, “you,” comes your reply. Then, mouth practically salivating, your head ducks forward, and you plant your lips directly onto his.

With a moment’s hesitation, Namjoon’s arm curls around your back, and the next thing you know, he’s pulling you flush against his naked body. Bruisingly, his mouth moves over your cock-swollen lips - smashing them together as they move fervently. Through furtive movements, Namjoon grinds his heavy cock against the soft of your belly, and the motion causes you to gasp. Seizing the opportunity, Namjoon uses the moment your lips part to dart his tongue between your teeth.

Silken appendage gliding across your tongue, you croon in pleasure as his sacchariferous flavour quickly overpowers the salty taste of his cum. You feel the barbell of his piercing rove over your tongue, and moaning in want, you wrap your own wet muscle around it before sucking harshly. Feeling the surreptitious suction of your tongue against his, the deep timbre of Namjoon’s baritone groan resounds through the air - the sound reverberating across your mouth.

Nonetheless, your tongues continue dancing together - Namjoon undoubtedly tasting his own seed on your lips - while your mouths continue to remain pressed against each other. But still, neither of you care - too lost into each other. Eventually, however, your chest begins aching with the need for oxygen, whilst your inner walls begin rippling - your cunt practically weeping to be filled up. In a flash, you break your kiss, and hand falling onto his sticky cock, you squeeze it softly.

“Please, Daddy, want you,” you implore while staring up at him with wide eyes.

Immediately, your boyfriend squares his shoulders - the action only drawing attention to how big he really is. Then, with a deep growl, “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees,” he orders.

A tremor of excitement flits down your spine, and with shaky legs - your knees buckling under your weight and anticipation - you slowly crawl onto the bed. Manoeuvring yourself on the mattress, you get in a comfortable position before lowering your shoulders onto the bed. You spread your thighs a little further before sticking your ass out - just the way Namjoon likes it. With your hips falling slightly over the edge, Namjoon steps behind you - his feet still on the bedroom floor.

In your new placement, his cock is perfectly positioned against your cunt. His imposing presence behind you causes the hairs at the nape of your neck to stand on edge. However, it doesn’t last long, because soon, you feel Namjoon’s fingers trace down the curve of your spine. Getting to the base of your back, his hand roves over your bruised ass with a reverent touch. Gently, his fingers follow the outlines of the welts - the soft touch making your shiver once again - before his hand is on your tail.

Hands stroking your tail affectionately, Namjoon pets the soft bristles - low murmurs of appreciation eliciting from deep within his chest. Anticipation growing unbearable, you whine in wanton need before wriggling your ass. “Daddy,” you purr - drawing out the syllables of his title, “play with me.”

Immediately, Namjoon moves behind you, and all of a sudden, you feel him slap his cock against your twitching entrance. Loud, wet smacks resound through the air - his heavy length impacting against your cunt. Accompanied by the hollow thuds of his cock slapping against your pussy, are the lewd sounds of your squelching sex - the sodden folds completely dripping in your own arousal. With every whack of his dick against your entrance, more and more of your wetness clings to his cock - filmy strings attaching from your cunt to his cockhead.

Namjoon watches the salacious sight with dark eyes, his gaze turning turbulent with lust. All of a sudden, you feel him angle his length through your thighs - before he begins running it through the seam of your pussy. Head dropping to the bed, your fingers curl into the sheets before you let out a guttural moan: his King’s Crown piercing teasing your engorged clit with every stroke.

Cock slathered in a mix of drying cum and spit, as well as your arousal, Namjoon’s length begins glistening once again. You feel your boyfriend curl your tail around his hand; the plug shifting in your ass a little and causing you to whimper. “Dirty whore, you’re dripping all over my cock,” Namjoon hisses. Another whine falls from your throat, and this time, when he drags his pierced head through your folds, you wiggle your ass and grind back. The action causes your back to arch, your head lifting as you gasp in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re so desperate,” Namjoon comments. Then, he’s angling his cock and pressing the very tip against the quivering entrance of your cunt. Drawn to the sight, Namjoon stares at your sex, another deep rumble emanating from his chest when he sees the twitching hole. Despite being fucked open earlier with the thick dildo, the ring of muscles still looks tight.

Free hand dropping to your ass, he presses his thumb against one of your folds before spreading it. Mouth drying, he watches as the action causes your folds to peel apart slightly - exposing you even more to his gaze. Other hand gripping the base of his shaft, he once again positions his cock against your twitching cunt. With teasing strokes, he runs the tip around the edges of your rippling hole, relishing in the way he paints it in cum.

“Daddy, please,” you stammer out.

Exhaling in amusement at the clear neediness in your voice, “Alright, Pretty Vixen.” That’s all he says - because the next thing you know, he’s pressing his cockhead against your entrance. The pressure builds up, and slowly, you feel his girthy head stretch you open. Your mouth falls open as he struggles to enter you - his absurd girth causing the muscles of your entrance to protest the stretch. It doesn’t help that the thick plug is still nestled inside your ass - inadvertently causing you to tighten.

Between the plug sitting in your ass, and Namjoon’s thick girth, you find a pleasurable burn rippling through your sex. “Fuck… Daddy,” you breathily wince in pain. Tenderly, Namjoon’s hand stroke over your ass - the action comforting as his unrelenting hardness continues pressing into you.

“It’s okay, Princess, I know you can take it,” Namjoon coaxes with a gentle murmur. Wriggling your ass, you relax a little bit more - and with a sudden pop - his bulbous head squeezes into you. A choked cry of please tears through you, and tears of pleasure mist at your eyes once again. His cockhead sufficiently buried into you - his King’s Crown pressing against your soft, velvet flesh - Namjoon’s hands fall to your hips before he’s slowly guiding you back.

Inch by thick, excruciating inch, his hard length spears into you - the girth gradually stretching out your walls and pulling them thin around the heavy intrusion. With only the first two inches impaled in you, a dry sob falls from your lips. “Daaaady, too big,” you wail - the sound coming out with a higher pitch than you’d intended.

“No it’s not, Princess, we both know you can take it,” Namjoon cajoles. Still, despite his words, you feel him slow down - his fingers ghosting over the flesh of your back with affectionate touches.

Slowly, the pain of him stretching you out ebbs away - leaving you only with the delightful bliss of Namjoon gradually splitting you open around his immense girth - the hard metal of his piercings dragging against the sensitive nerves inside your cunt. Moaning in pleasure, you stretch out your back and push your ass further against him - trying to take more of his cock into you. “Give it all to me, Daddy, I can take it,” you purr - contemptuous playfulness dripping from your tone.

“Then be Daddy’s good pet and take it,” Namjoon growls. The next thing you know, in one smooth thrust, he’s completely burying inside of you. The sudden intrusion causes your back to arch, and drool spilling down your swollen lips, you howl in pleasure - both his blunt piercings dragging against the insides of your soft flesh. Thighs trembling on either side of him, they fall open a little more; your knees dragging along the sheets.

All too much at once, you suck in a shuddering breath before wailing out in pleasure once again: your tight walls clamping further down onto you and emphasising the size of his cock inside you. The moment his head bumps against your cervix, you jerk forward. Nonetheless, Namjoon’s grip on your hips tighten, and he holds you towards him. Through the thin lining of your inner walls, Namjoon’s cock shifts the plug inside your ass, and feeling both your holes so deliciously filled to the brim, your toes curl in euphoria.

Head buried in the mattress, you tilt your head to the side before biting down on the sheets - getting them wet with your spit. “Too much,” you babble - the words muffled by the fabric between your teeth.

“Isn’t this what you asked for, Little One? I recall a little brat saying she could take it all,” Namjoon snorts. In spite of his words, however, Namjoon stills once he’s fully inside you - allowing you to adjust to the feel of his cock opening you up. From behind you, the corners of Namjoon’s jaw flex, and he grinds his teeth together as he grows accustomed to your tight heat rippling around him. Your slicked, silken inner walls ripple erratically around him - the capricious movement lightly massaging his length.

One of your arms twists under your body, and you lazily stroke the flesh of your abdomen - indulging in the intense pressure against your guts. “Mmmmm… so big,” you moan - unable to hide the hunger-filled lust in your voice. Namjoon chuckles lowly, the sound only causing you to involuntarily clamp around his shaft.

“Yeah, Little Fox? You like the way Daddy’s fat cock split you open, while your ass is filled?” Namjoon coos with a taunt while he curls one of his arms around your body. Hand brushing against yours, your boyfriend places his palm over the back of your hand and after lacing your fingers together, he presses both your hands down against your belly. With a moan, you nod your head - your mouth drying as your brain short circuits. Wired beyond belief, his action forces you to tighten around him; subsequently making you feel the way he pulses inside you.

“Oh, I know you do, Pretty Vixen,” Namjoon snickers. He pauses for a moment, and when you clench at his words, he lets out a breathy groan. “Fuck, I love the way your sweet cunt warms my cock. It’s so good for Daddy. Nice and snug - perfectly fitting my cock,” he mutters. Despite the vulgar words that drip from his mouth, and the dominance oozing from them, his tone is sweet and affectionate.

Soon, you grow impatient with the lack of movement, and writhing your hips, you whine for him to move. Immediately, you feel him pull out; his piercings dragging against all the hidden erogenous spots inside you. Hand moving from yours, Namjoon unweaves them. Then, gripping your hip with one hand, he uses the other to firmly grasp the middle of your fuzzy tail. Next, abruptly, he slams back into you; simultaneously tugging at the tail. His cock digs deeper inside you, the flared girth of the plug pulling against your asshole; the twin gestures causing you to wail in pleasure once again.

“Cock hungry slut,” Namjoon spits out. Feet firmly planted on the ground, Namjoon anchors himself before he begins moving his hips - roughly thrusting inside of you. His pace is hard and fast - his cock surging through you at a startling pace. With every thrust, your body is jerked back and forth - your knees scraping against the cotton bedsheets.

Between the ferocious plunges of his cock into your warm depths, the way his piercings relentlessly drags inside you - stimulating every single one of your nerve endings - and the way his heavy balls slap against your clit; all while he continues to tease and tug at the plug inside you - you feel the fog of euphoria nip at your being. Slowly losing yourself into the sheer, unadulterated bliss of Namjoon’s actions, your thighs begin trembling as white-hot heat prickles along your spine.

With one more rough thrust, you’re unable to hold back, and with a loud - strained - cry, you begin cumming around Namjoon’s cock. Feeling your cunt walls clamp viciously around his length, Namjoon lets out a deep growl - but continues to surge his hips into your tightening depths. His thrusts draw out your orgasm - forcing wave after wave of bliss to cascade through your being and wash you away into the haze of euphoria.

However, soon, the pain of overstimulation grapples at your nerves, and you cry out his name. “Ah- too much… Daddy, too much,” you stammeringly weep. The pleasure of his pierced cock dragging through your walls: his cockhead battering your cervix from how deep he is, and the sharp, stinging pain of overstimulation from your orgasm intermingle together - the overwhelming sensations flooding through you and washing over your senses.

“Take it. This is what you wanted,” Namjoon hisses through grit teeth - his cock still pumping inside you. Once again, your hands curl into the sheets, and tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, you sob at the pleasure he continuously forces upon your body.

Breath laboured, you whine and cry as Namjoon continues thrusting into you - the aftershocks of your last orgasm still rippling through you. However, soon, the oversensitivity settles - and its consequent pain dissipates. Pleasure consuming you once again, you suck in a deep breath and after twisting your neck to the side - your cheek pressed flat against the bed - you look at your boyfriend.

He towers behind you; his hips constantly moving as he ruts his cock into you. Large droplets of perspiration bead across his forehead - a light sheen of sweat covering his tattooed skin. Under the light of the room, he practically gleams - his corded muscles straining and bulging under the exertion of his hard pace. Spit oozes out of your inner cheeks, and pooling in your mouth, you effectively drool at the sight. Sucking in another sharp breath, you slowly move your hips forward: his cock sliding out of you, before you move them back: taking his length back into you.

Watching you move - Namjoon halts all of a sudden. Your eyes widen before you moan in protest. All of a sudden, Namjoon spanks your ass. Palm landing directly on your sore ass - though some of the tenderness has settled - you wince and jerk; pain jolting across your nerve endings. “Time to do some work, Little Fox. I want you to bounce that ass on my cock,” Namjoon orders.

With a whimper, you do as he says. Knees bracing further into your sheets, your hands fist into the sheets on either side of your before you begin bouncing your ass. Every movement of your hips has you taking his cock deep into your cunt, before you pull away - just to the tip. Over and over, you back your ass up, and Namjoon delights in the way you ride his cock. Automatically, his hands move to spread your ass wider, and gaze trailing over your sex - your foxtail resting on the curve of your spine - he takes you in.

At the top of your ass, the furry russet and black tail sits - the plug deliciously sitting inside the tight rim of your asshole. Corners of his lips curling downward slightly, he notices the inflamed ring of muscles has settled down - the previous swelling from his spanks almost imperceptible. Eyes dropping a little further, he takes in the way your cunt swallows his cock. The muscles of your honeyed hole are spread thin: flesh straining around his thick cock. Every one of your thrusts has his girth pulling and pushing at the ringed muscles - thick, sticking arousal dripping out of the seam and coating his cock.

When you move forward particularly hard, he watches his cockhead almost fully slide out of you - the entrance quivering as it tries to suck him back in. Suddenly, an idea springs into his mind, and before you can thrust back and engulf his shaft once again, Namjoon is stopping you. “Just the tip, Little Vixen- Daddy wants to watch your tight cunt open up for him,” Namjoon urges.

Huffing, your nose wrinkles in displeasure - but you heed his orders anyway. Deliberately, you begin bouncing your ass - only taking in the head of his cock. With each thrust, you feel him slowly peel open your entrance; and you indulge in the way the barbell of his King’s Crown repeatedly enters you - catching on the walls of your cunt as it slips in and out tantalisingly. From above you, Namjoon lets out an appreciative groan. Hands falling down your ass, he presses his thumbs against your nether lips before peeling them open.

His ministrations cause you to stretch out a little more: your cunt opening up for him, and you moan in pleasure. Namjoon, however, is more preoccupied in the lewd way your pussy gapes for him. Every time his cockhead enters you - the tight ring of muscles are forced to spread open for his absurd girth. Consequently, every time he exits your tight heat - his bulbous, mushroom tip slipping out just till the tip - the entrance gapes for a moment before quivering and contracting shut once again.

For a few moments, you obediently follow Namjoon’s command - stopping just when you feel the metal of his frenum piercing tease your entrance. Though, soon, you tire of the teasing pleasure. Breath soughing in ire, you forcefully  undulate your hips before surging them back further; in a bid to take in more of his cock. Namjoon startles as he watches his girth sink into you. Before he can react to the unexpected action, however, you’re already pulling forward; only to back up and take in his cock till the middle of his shaft.

Instantly, Namjoon’s hand comes down onto your ass - causing you to throw your head back and moan in pleasure. A deep rumble resounds from Namjoon’s chest, and “Stop being a disrespectful brat,” he growls.

Ignoring his threat, however, you simply bounce your ass onto his cock, and yet again, you try to take him in deeper. “But I want it all, Daddy,” you whine in displeasure. Swiftly, Namjoon’s hands grip your ass - preventing you from moving. Ragged, whiny breath of protest escaping your mouth, you struggle against his hold as you try to take his length into you once again.

Nonetheless, much stronger than you, Namjoon’s grip on your ass tightens. After placing his thumbs against the inside of your fleshy cheeks, he parts them further: exposing the tight hole of your ass for him. With a deep exhale, Namjoon watches the way it quivers and clenches around the base of the plug; whilst his cockhead still nestles inside your contracting cunt. One of his hands moves to grip the base of the plug, before he tugs at it. Two sets of hisses fill the air - Namjoon from watching your asshole strain against the thick base of the toy, and you from the slight burn of the stretch.

“Well, this isn’t about what you want, Little One. It’s about what Daddy wants… and what Daddy wants is to fuck your pretty little ass open with his cock,” comes Namjoon’s rumbled answer - before he tugs the plug harder. A sharp gasp emits from your throat and  you feel it pull out a little more, before the muscles of your ass contract and you take it back in.

“P-please,” you stammer, once again backing your hips against his cock. Amused exhale slipping through Namjoon’s nose - and with your head tilted to watch him - you see his eyes twinkle with delight while a playful smirk creeps onto his lips.

“Yeah, Pretty Vixen? You want Daddy to fuck your ass open?” Namjoon coos, making you furiously nod your head in agreement.

Circling his fingers against the pulsing hole, Namjoon’s fingers flex and he firmly grips the base end of your tailpiece. Then, with gentle movements, he begins twisting and tugging the toy - slowly pulling it out of your ass. Cockhead still burrowed in your cunt, you feel the thickest part of the toy gradually slide out of you - the tight rings of tender muscles distending. All of a sudden, the flared base pops out and with a flinch of pain, you jerk forward.

The widest part of the plug out of you, the rest periodically follows: your muscles forcibly pushing them out. Namjoon watches the lascivious sight with rapt attention - drinking in the sight of your ass slowly pushing out the plug. Finally, you let out a hoarse breath of relief - the toy sliding out of you in its entirety. With nothing filling up the tight cavern, the muscles of your ass involuntarily clench - the gaping hole tightening around nothing. Gulping audibly at the way the loosened rim twitches, Namjoon lets out a growl of appreciation.

Teasingly, he traces the ring; revelling in how it trembles under his touch. Then, running his fingers through your soaked slit, Namjoon gathers as much of your viscous wetness onto his middle and pointer finger, before pressing the lubed digits against your relaxed asshole. Diligently, his two appendages slide into your asshole, making you pant and whimper as he slowly enters your ass. The muscles are pliant, and easily, Namjoon spreads his fingers in a scissoring motion: stretching them out even more. Ass spread around his fingers, Namjoon gathers saliva in his mouth before spitting on your ass - and you indulge in the way the warmth of his spit slowly glides down the inside of your ass.

Against your will, your asshole quivers around his digits - the hot inner walls rippling around his fingers. Goraning at the flexible entrance - your asshole prepped by the large plug, “Fuck, you stretch out so nicely… while still being so tight. No matter what hole I use, you’re Daddy’s perfect cocksleeve, aren’t you, Little One?” Namjoon hums with a cheeky taunt. Whimpering, you only nod your head - your mouth dry from the ecstatic feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers inside your ass, while the head of his cock is still burrowed in your cunt.

When you don’t reply, Namjoon viciously thrusts both his fingers hilt deep into you, before curling them and stroking the sensitive nerves inside your ass. “Say it,” he hisses before swivelling his cock - the movement causing his King’s Crown to expertly stimulate the walls of your cunt.

“F-Fuck! I’m Daddy’s perfect cocksleeve,” you cry out in pleasure. Humming in approval behind you, Namjoon pulls his fingers out of you; concurrently, sliding his cock out of you. Tearing up at the empty feeling, “N-No! P-Please,” you weep in displeasure.

Simply spanking your ass, “go grab a condom, Daddy wants to fuck your ass now,” Namjoon urges. Chopped breath shuddering through you, you crawl on shaky limbs towards the bedside table. Opening the drawer, you pull out one of the foil wrappers you keep stashed in there. Not that you and Namjoon use them very often, both of you preferring the bare feel of his cock sliding into your holes. It’s not like you require them regularly anyway - especially considering you’re on birth control. However, at times like these - when Namjoon wants to fuck all your holes, they do come in handy.

When you return to your boyfriend, he’s patiently waiting for you, his hand casually fisting his wet cock. You hand him the condom packet, before once again getting on your hands and knees for him. The sound of the foil tearing fills the air, before you feel Namjoon shift behind you - rolling the lubed rubber onto his cock. Once the elasticated ring is firmly at the hilt of his shaft, you feel your boyfriend smack his heavy length against your asshole.

“Head and shoulders down, use your hands to hold open this pretty ass,” Namjoon orders.

Hands twisting, your shoulders fall to the mattress as you grip your cheeks before spreading them. Chest rumbling at the sight, your boyfriend positions his throbbing cock against your asshole. All of a sudden, you feel the thick, cold substance of lube sliding down your ass - Namjoon grabbing the bottle he’d thrown somewhere onto the bed once he’d been done with it. Cold feeling trickling down your ass, you hear your boyfriend spit - his warm saliva mixing with the chilled lube - causing you to shiver in pleasure.

Applying pressure against your back entrance, Namjoon slowly squeezes his cock through the tight ring of muscles - only slightly struggling against the constricting hole. Stretched out previously by the plug, Namjoon’s thick cock readily slides into you - the soft muscles malleable around his length. Gently, Namjoon continues pushing through you and when his pierced cockhead fully pops into you, you gasp and arch your back - your fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. The sensation is slightly dulled by the rubber latex encasing his dick; nevertheless, pleasure still ripples through your veins.

Behind you, Namjoon shushes and coos at you - doing his best to keep you relaxed as he continues sliding his unyielding hardness into your ass. Moaning at how unbelievably tight your ass is, Namjoon continues sinking into you - pushing inch by inch of his wide member into you. All of a sudden, when his cock breaches the untouched muscles of your ass - his cock significantly lengthier than the plug of your tail - you whimper in discomfort and pain; your thighs trembling.

Still, your boyfriend continues to fight for every inch - moving deliberately. A loud, long moan trembling through your chest - the slow pace forcing you to feel every thick inch of his cock. Finally, when he’s entirely sheathed into you - his hips and thighs snapping against the raw flesh of your ass and the backs of your own thighs, you whimper. Your boyfriend freezes - taking a few moments to let your ass adjust around his absurd, monstrous cock. Meanwhile, Namjoon savours in the sensation of the hot, pulsing flesh of your ass milking his cock.

Steadily, you get used to the feel of his insane girth peeling apart the insides of your ass. Soon, the mild discomfort settles - leaving you nothing but the wild, erotice feel of Namjoon’s cock buried deep within your guts. Moaning softly under him, you writhe your hips to let him know it’s okay to move. Immediately, Namjoon begins to pull out - before gently thrusting back: in one deep, continuous stroke. Ass twitching, you gasp in ecstasy as you feel his girthy cock stroke the sensitive nerve endings inside you.

“Come on, Daddy. Thought you were gonna fuck my ass open. Give it to me harder,” you goad - purposely thrusting your ass backwards.

Contemptuousness heavily laced in your voice, Namjoon’s eyes flash with barely concealed dominance. Easily falling for your taunt, Namjoon’s hips instantly pull out, and with a sharp - hard - thrust, he’s fucking his cock into you. Before you can cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure - his blunt, pierced head forcing its way through your soft flesh, Namjoon’s arms are wrapping around your waist. All of a sudden, he tightens his embrace, before easily lifting you and flipping the two of you.

Jerking for a moment, the room tilts before you find yourself in his lap. The abrupt movement causes your head to spin and if it weren’t for Namjoon’s strong grip on you, you’re sure you would have fallen. Nevertheless, in your new position, Namjoon is once again sitting on the bed - his knees pressed to the edge of the mattress and his feet firmly planted on the ground. With you sitting on his lap, his cock somehow still speared into your asshole, gravity works its magic, and your weight forces you to take him deeper into you.

Namjoon’s hands curl under your knees, and folding them, he pulls up your legs before bracing your feet on the mattress edge. Practically folded for him, the new placement forces you to squat over his lap - and you cry out when you fall onto his length further. “Look ahead,” Namjoon growls, his nose running over the length of your shoulder.

Doing as he says, your muscles spasm and your cunt clenches around nothing before you whimper. There, in front of you by a few feet, is the mirror. With your body squatted over your boyfriend, his cock completely buried in your ass, and thighs spread wide - nothing is left to the imagination. Large hands cupping the bottom of your ass, your jaw falls wide open as Namjoon begins rutting into you from underneath - his abdomen and thighs flexing as he once again fucks his cock into your ass.

“Look, Little One. Look at the way my fat cock splits your ass open - the way it stretches around my length- and how you take it all, like Daddy’s perfect little pet,” Namjoon obscenely points out - his eyes trailing down your spread thighs to watch your sex.

Namjoon watches the way your empty cunt quivers - leaking profusely down your ass and toward his condom-covered cock: the arousal mixing in with the lube and allowing him to slide even deeper and faster into you. Breath laboured, you gasp and begin bouncing your ass - using your weight and gravity to take him as deep into you as you can. With each thrust, your tits bounce in small circles and your stomach writhes - Namjoon’s cock practically rearranging your guts from how utterly deep inside he is.

Your collar constraints around your throat when you swallow deeply - the headband with your ears attached slipping on your head from his rough thrusts. Through heavy-lidded eyes you watch him, your mouth wide open and drool dripping down your chin. Still, Namjoon refuses to stop - and instead - the sight of your fucked out state only urges him to move faster. “God, that ass is so fucking good. So hot and- fuck- tight. God, even your pussy is quivering. Is it empty, Little Fox? Is your cunt aching to be filled?” Namjoon taunts, and furiously, you nod - an obscene moan of want spilling down your throat.

Both your hair is drenched in sweat - the sweat-matted locks clinging to your skin. A thin sheen of perspiration coats your skin - but still, Namjoon exerts his strength: refusing to slow down. Suddenly, one of his hands moves from your ass, and curling under you - you feel him dip two fingers into you. “Does this help, Little Vixen? Daddy’s fingers filling up that needy cunt?” Namjoon darkly questions. Jerking over him, you howl as you feel him viciously thrust his fingers inside you - twisting and pumping them to the same rhythm of his cock inside your ass.

When his fingers rotate - your boyfriend expertly finding the sensitive nerve-filled tissues of your g-spot - you wail in pleasure. Uncontrollably, your thighs spasm on either side of him. Yet, Namjoon refuses to stop - unrelentingly stroking the sweet spot inside you. Out of the blue, his thumb presses flush against your tender clit, and with a growl, “Cum,” he urges. The sounds of skin slapping intermingles with your shriek of pleasure.

Inner walls contracting violently, they tighten to a vice-like grip. Ecstatic bliss rockets through you - your body spasming wildly as you cum hard around his fingers. Through it all, Namjoon’s fingers and cock move inside you - and digits still caressing your g-spot - your pussy clenches so tight, it ejects out his fingers. Ear-splitting howl echoing through the air, Namjoon’s eyes widen as he watches thick streams of cum spill out of your cunt. Wetness beats down on his thighs - your cunt gushing out in streams as you come undone above him. Consequently, the furious clenching of your pussy forces the muscles of your ass to tighten, and unable to take it anymore, Namjoon pushes you off of him and back down onto the bed.

Breath laboured, you limply fall onto the middle of the bed onto your hands and knees. Aftershocks of your intense orgasm still fluctuating through you, your thighs tremble and toes curl. Still, through the thick haze, you feel the bed dip behind you with your boyfriend’s weight. Mounting behind you, your boyfriend strokes his cock through your leaking cunt - and with a shudder, you realise he’s slipped the condom off.

Once more, Namjoon’s hand strikes your ass, and through the ecstasy of your post-orgasmic bliss, you groan in pleasure. This time, however, instead of taking it off, he moves his hands to grasp your hips. Then, leaning over your back, you feel him press his strong chest against the arch of your spine. Pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, “Can you still take it all? Daddy still needs to breed your pretty cunt,” comes Namjoon’s gravelly murmur - the sound reverberating through your eardrums.

“Y-Yes. P-Please… want your cum. W-Want it a-all,” you weepingly stutter. Namjoon lets out another growl, before sliding balls deep into your cunt once again.

Next thing you know, Namjoon’s fingers are flexing onto your hips - and gripping them tighter, he begins thrusting hard into you. Over and over again, he plunges his thick girth into you. Again, his pace is fast and harsh: his cock repeatedly impaling your warm depths, the entirety of his length driving into you with each surge of his hips. Crying out at his stuttered - almost brutal - pace, your fingers tighten around the sheets before you bury your face back into the mattress - pulling the fabric of the covers between your teeth as you bite down on them. The pain of overstimulation racks through your body, mixing with the tremors of your recent orgasm and Namjoon’s cock jackhammering into you - the piercing dragging and stimulating every one of your nerves.

“Is this what you wanted, Little Fox? You wanted it all, didn’t you? So take it. Take it all and let Daddy use this tight, pretty little cunt,” Namjoon growls - his mouth still beside your ear.

Deep timbre of his voice echoing through your eardrums, your back arches further as your stomach twists - the heat of burning euphoria thrumming through it again. Unintentionally, the curve of your spine forces your hips further into the air - causing Namjoon to somehow hit even deeper. Rapturous ecstasy continues to consume you, and through the cloudy haze of pleasure, you vaguely register your boyfriend’s words. Nonetheless, your tongue is tied under the utter, unadulterated bliss that courses through your veins, and unable to respond - you simply sob unintelligibly. Hearing the garbled words, Namjoon only laughs.

“What, too fucked out to reply? Did Daddy’s pet cum too much? Oh, I know you did, Princess. You came so much you squirted all over Daddy. You think Daddy can make you squirt again? It was so hot… I loved watching that pretty cunt gush all over me... Daddy’s definitely gonna try to make you squirt again,” he taunts sardonically. His words are followed by a change of angle in his hips - and in the new position, you feel his King’s Crown piercing constantly drag against the sweet spot inside you. Simultaneously, with his hips pressed against your ass, each thrust has the plug sitting inside your ass plunging deeper and deeper into you.

Sobbing out his name, tears begin streaming down your face at the overwhelming pleasure. All of a sudden, Namjoon’s hand winds around your body - before he pushes it against your throbbing clit. Jerking under the ministration, you shake your head and bury your face further into the mattress - tears and drool spilling down your visage and soaking into the sheets. His entire length is hot inside you - incessantly hard and vehemently throbbing - drawing out your pleasure further.

All of a sudden, Namjoon retreats out of you. In spite of the overwhelming sensations of overstimulated pain and mind-altering ecstasy, you incoherently wail in displeasure when you feel him pull out. However, before you can protest, Namjoon is effortlessly flipping you onto your back - throwing you further up the bed - your head falling just below the pillows. Hands falling onto the bed, he climbs onto the mattress before crawling over your body. Automatically, you spread your legs, Namjoon settling between the spread thighs.

Then, sitting on the balls of his heels, his fingers wrap around your thighs before he pulls you towards him. You feel the sheets drag under your back, before they bunch under you. Falling on top of you, his arms brace against either side of your head; caging you in. Then, in one abrupt stroke, Namjoon is entering you once again. Easily, he slips into you, his hips moving in a stuttered pace as he begins fucking you deep once again.

The new positioning somehow has him pressing deeper - his cockhead stabbing against the back of your cervix with each thrust. Shaking your head, your cheeks wet as tears track down them, and with another garbled cry, “too deep,” you rasp - your throat straining to force the words out.

For a moment, Namjoon’s pace falters, and looking at you in concern - he slowly starts retreating. “Do you need to use the safe-” Namjoon begins to question. However, with a cry, your legs shoot out to wrap around his narrow waist: in a bid keep him buried into you. Likewise, your arms lifting up and winding around his broad shoulders, your fingernails begin scraping along his back - digging deep welts into the smooth expanse of his muscles. Again you shake your head, “N-No, please,” you desperately beg. Namjoon takes a deep breath, and dipping his head down, he places an affectionate kiss on your forehead.

The tenderness only lasts a couple moments, before, once more, he’s furiously pounding into you. Thighs pressing against the frame of his narrow waist, you desperately cling to him as he vehemently plows into you. On either side of his hips, your legs begin trembling - and despite the exhaustion that clings to your limbs - you use the rest of your energy to hold onto him.

“D-D-D-Daddy, p-p-p-please,” you stammer out tiredly. Namjoon lets out a growl before burying his head into your neck. Hips surging forward, you feel him press as deep as he can into your cunt, and then, he begins grinding into you.

His actions have his cock continuously digging into your cervix, and one of Namjoon’s hands twists between your body - to press against the swollen outline of his cock under your abdomen. “D-Daddy- fuck- too deep… hurts,” you cry. Juxtaposed by your words, however, your embrace around him tightens - the heels of your feet digging into his ass and pulling him further into your depths.

Twin cries of pleasure resound through the air when Namjoon presses down on the bulge of your stomach - your internal walls tightening around his cock. “Here,” Namjoon grunts, his hand tenderly stroking over the swell of his own cock inside your stomach.

“W-What?” you stutteringly choke out, not fully understanding the meaning of his words through the thick haze of euphoria that clouds your mind.

“I’m gonna cum here - deep inside your pretty cunt - and get you nice and swollen with my seed,” Namjoon growls out. Words registering in your mind, you whimper in wanton need before nodding frantically. Still, Namjoon ignores you - continuing to spew his deep desires. “I’ll fuck you so deep, fill up this tight pussy, and make you cum so that your fertile little cervix swallows all my seed. I’m gonna mark you as mine, Little One. I’m gonna get you nice and pregnant with my children so everyone knows you’re mine,” he continues.

Swallowing thickly, you use your spit to lubricate your throat - still raw from your constant wailing and Namjoon’s earlier thrusts, “god, please,” you plead - though, it comes out slightly jumbled. Namjoon sucks in a ragged breath, his face burying deeper into your neck as he continues grinding his cock inside you.

“Fuck- you want that, Little Vixen? You want Daddy to breed your pretty cunt? Want me to get you nice and swollen with my seed?” Namjoon asks, and nodding furiously, you whimper again. Erratically, your cunt clenches around Namjoon’s cock - the walls clamping in a vice-like grip.

Hand slipping further down your stomach, you feel his slender fingers dance over your clit. The bundle of nerves pulsates harshly, and you jerk when electric pleasure runs along your nerves. “N-No, c-c-can’t,” you cry as you feel him play with the hypersensitive bud.

“One more- you can give me one more. Daddy wants to feel your pretty cunt squirt and milk my cock so I can fill you up,” Namjoon urges.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you - his hips rising in the air - before he slams back into you. Once more, he begins thrust - his cock plunging into your silken depths with each one of his ministrations. His abrupt thrusts have you crying out, and limbs tightening around his body, you begin sobbing in ecstasy.

Between the harsh pace of his thrusts - his King’s Crown piercings constantly dragging against your g-spot, while his frenum piercing strokes against the other pleasurable erogenous zones of your inner walls, the way his hips constantly force the plug of your tail to thrust into you: stimulating the nerves of your ass; and how his fingers play with your clit: rolling the bud in tight circles - you abruptly feel the knot in your stomach snap, and after a rush of relief surges through you, you careen off of the precipice of your orgasm.

Vehemently, your thighs spasm around his hips, and toes curling, you feel your skin heat - white-hot pleasure prickling over your flesh. With an ear-splitting howl, you wail out his name as your muscles viciously spasm. Blissful rapture ricochets through you and you find yourself diving headfirst into your orgasm: heavy waves of euphoria flooding through you and causing you to drift away. The intensity of pleasure overwhelms you, continually weeping, you cling harder to Namjoon. Through the haze of euphoria, you bite down on Namjoon’s shoulder - your teeth digging into the flesh hard enough to leave imprints in his flesh.

You withdraw into yourself - floating away from reality as you feel the high of your orgasm consume you wholly. Inner walls contracting almost painfully as heated bliss continues blazing through your bloodstream - Namjoon grits his teeth before hissing as he feels powerful jets of cum squirt out of you - the wetness pelting against his lower abdomen and thighs. Feeling you gush around his cock - the cum soaking into the sheets and aiding his thrusts - Namjoon lets out a deep roar.

“Oh fucking shit, that’s it” he groans out. His words are followed by a slew of stuttered thrusts - his hips falling out of rhythm. Then, burying his cock as deep into you as he can, his balls tighten before he erupts inside of you. Continually playing with your clit, “that’s it, milk my cock. Daddy’s gotta fill you up with his seed and get you nice and pregnant,” Namjoon groans. The fierce rippling of your walls massages his shaft as he cums deep inside you.

Powerful jet after jet of his thick cum fills you up - his warmth flooding your depths and painting your cervix white with his seed. Nestled deep inside you, he empties the entirety of his balls inside you - and despite cumming twice already - he still cums so much that your stomach slightly distends - puffing up with his seed. Slowly, you float down to reality. Nonetheless, your body still uncontrollably spasms, and the thick cloud of ecstasy still partially clouds your mind.

Still, you feel your boyfriend slowly pull his cock out of you - and feeling him retreat from your sensitive walls - you whimper in a mix of overstimulated pain and displeasure: the emptiness of your cunt apparent once he’s fully out. Out of the blue, Namjoon’s hand skims over your belly before pressing down - and you feel a rush of cum leak out of your pussy. When you feel his fingers tease your swollen sex once again, his fingers playing with the cum - you shake your head and bite down harder onto his shoulder.

“N-no more,” you cry against his flesh - the sound more coming out as a dry sob than anything. Senses on the fritz from your joint climax, you’re completely overloaded with stimulus; and with your body still spasming from the aftershocks of rapture washing through your beings - everything begins far too overwhelming. Incapable of holding yourself together anymore, you begin crying once again. Over and over, you whimper out Namjoon’s name - unable to think of anything else through your pleasure-addled mind.

Coming down from his own high, Namjoon finally registers the way you tremble underneath him - your limbs locked around his body as you cling to him - and how you constantly call out to him. As he registers your weeping form, your boyfriend shakes away the haze of his own orgasm as he moves to tend to you. Instantly, he tries pulling away, but once again, you shake your head and tighten your grasp on him. Realising that you’re not about to let him go anytime soon, Namjoon’s arms wrap around your waist before he gathers you into his arms.

In spite of the way his muscles protest - exhaustion gripping through them - he rolls you both onto your side before pulling you flush into his body. His clammy skin sticks to you like glue, and the warmth of his body radiates through your flesh: his comforting presence washing over you. Affectionately, your boyfriend runs his large hands over your back, his lips brushing over your forehead as he presses tender kisses to your skin.

“It’s okay, Dollface, you’re okay. I’m here baby, you’re okay,” Namjoon softly coos - his voice low and soothing. “I have you. You did so good, you were so good for Daddy. I’m so proud of you,” he praises repeatedly.

His head dips down to nuzzle into the arc of your neck, he begins peppering your bare shoulder with soft kisses. Simultaneously, he slowly removes your accessories - starting by carefully pulling apart the ribbon that holds your choker together, before slipping off the headband that adorns your head. Once both adornments are off your skin, he returns to simply holding you. With each tender caress of his lips against your flesh, he mutters more words of praise - gently coaxing you back from the overwhelming high of your recent orgasms and towards reality.

Drifting through unadulterated bliss, you have no idea how long Namjoon holds you; continuously whispering words of praise and affectionately cooing at you. Gradually, however, his words faintly register in your mind, and through the hazy cloud of euphoria, you begin focusing on them. Bit by bit, the voice gets louder - and slowly, your mind begins working again, until you fully register your boyfriend’s voice.

The deep intoxicating scent of sandalwood and cotton floods your senses, before you feel his presence around you: his soft lips ghosting over your skin as his warm hands gently massage the small of your back. Arms around his shoulder loosening slightly, you bury your face into the wide expanse of his chest, and nuzzle against his sternum. Tears having long since stopped - the wet tracks now drying on your cheeks - you softly snivel whilst intermittent, dry hiccups slip through your mouth.

“Joonie,” you rasp out - wincing when you feel your raw throat strain. Lucidity present in your voice once again, Namjoon tilts his head to press a kiss against your jaw.

Namjoon puts a little space between the two of you, and you whine in protest. “How are you feeling, Dollface?” your boyfriend asks, his warm eyes roving over your features.

“Good… sore,” you mumble in response. Eyes level with his bulging left bicep - the limb wrapped around your waist - your hand falls to trace his upper arm. Fingers dancing across the baroque watch inked into his flesh, your fingers outline the tattoo over and over again. Leaning forward, you press a kiss to his chest - just under the phoenix head - before flicking your gaze up to him. “How about you?” you question.

With a chuckle, your boyfriend quirks his eyebrow before sending you a playful look, “I’m fine. I’m not the one that was fucked so good, I started crying,” he jokes. A pout forms on your lips and you frown up at him.

“I could fuck you till you cried,” you mutter petulantly. A wide grin curls onto Namjoon’s face, with lips spreading thin and dimples indenting at your words.

“Sure you could, Dollface,” he replies - the playful sarcasm clear in his voice. However, before you can say anything, his eyes harden and he looks at you in concern, “no but really, how are you feeling? Was I too hard? Did I push too far?” Namjoon questions, his sincere gaze roving over your head.

Shaking your head, “Joon…” you breathe out, “you were perfect. I missed this,” you admit. For a moment, Namjoon searches your eyes - looking for any hint of deception, and when he finds none, he’s mollified. Arms tightening around you, Namjoon places a gentle kiss against your temple. Then, he starts pulling away. Eyes widening, you shake your head before whimpering in protest. “Don’t leave,” you call out - your voice low and almost inaudible.

“I’m not going anywhere, Princess. I just need to get the lotion - your ass and thighs are probably sore,” Namjoon points out softly.

“Everything is sore,” you reply with a mutter.

Namjoon tuts softly. “I know, baby… but you still need to let me take care of you, don’t you?” Namjoon cajoles. The pout on your face deepens before you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“I don’t want you to go,” you whine, your eyes staring up at him imploringly. More than used to your clinginess after an intense scene, Namjoon concedes with a hum.

“Alright, Dollface. Do you think you can walk if I help you?” Namjoon asks. Briefly, you consider his question, before nodding. Your muscles are still shaky - but despite the exhaustion in them, you’re still far too wired to fall asleep. Nonetheless, you’re sure you can move with your boyfriend’s help.

Assured by your answer, he begins unravelling his embrace from around you, causing you to cling to his shoulders even harder. Namjoon tilts his head, and placing his hands on your arms, he gently unclasps you from him. Then, fingers lacing into one of your hands, he places an affectionate kiss to your knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere, you can hold my hand and cling to me, alright, baby? But I need you to get up now,” Namjoon coaxes.

Split-second later, you huff in protest before you nod. Your hand grips his own tighter, and slowly, with Namjoon’s help, you shuffle off of the bed. Muscles protesting the movement, you groan as they ache: the soreness of them apparent. Still clinging onto your boyfriend’s hand, you feel him gently tug you to your feet. The moment you rise to your feet, your knees buckle. Before you can fall, however, Namjoon is quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and steadying you.

Automatically, your arms move to wrap around his sturdy torso, and bracing yourself against him, you bury your face into his chest. Next, with delicate movements - mindful of your aching body - Namjoon guides you towards your shared closet. One arm still wrapped around you, you feel him awkwardly manoeuvre around you - and after grabbing something, he leads you out of your bedroom. You barely pay attention to your surroundings - still not completely able to focus on anything. So instead, you simply hug your boyfriend and let him steer your bodies. A few moments later, you hear Namjoon flick on a light, and pulling away from his chest, you realise you’re in the kitchen-cum-living room of your flat. Your boyfriend directs you towards the kitchen portion of the room.

He rummages around: turning the faucet on and filling a kettle before putting it to boil before grabbing a clean towel and wetting it. For a second time, you feel your boyfriend awkwardly shuffle around you. Confusion twists on your features, and tilting your head, you giggle as you watch him run the wet cloth over his flaccid cock: cleaning up the drying remnants of your mixed fluids. Once he’s completely clean, he shimmies on a pair of clean boxers. Despite only having one hand to work with, with practised ease, he easily slips on his underwear - his hips wiggling funnily. Cheek flat against his chest, you watch as his cock disappears back into the confines of his underwear - a small pout forming on your face.

Neither you nor Namjoon say anything, however, and the next thing you know, your boyfriend is leading you to the kitchen island. Easily lifting you up, he sits you on the countertop. You wince when you feel the hard surface against your tender ass. However, it only lasts a few moments: the cool marble surface against your bare, heated flesh causing you to sigh in relief.

Chuckling at the sound fondly, “better?” Namjoon asks. Once again, he unwraps your limbs from around his body - and instead - he laces your hands together. Softly, he runs the cloth over your face - cleaning up the dried cum and spit that coats your skin. With gentle strokes, he swipes your skin, and once your flesh is completely clean, Namjoon hums in approval.

“We’ll have to clean it… or we won’t be able to eat here in the morning,” you mumble - your throat still hoarse. A deep, mirthful escape emits from Namjoon’s nose as he crouches down in front of you.

Pressing an attentive kiss to your knee, “I’ll clean it later baby… but we both know we’ve done worse things on here,” Namjoon points out. Your lips curl in a lazy smile before you let out a small giggle. Face softening at the carefree sound, Namjoon can’t resist the urge to press another kiss to your knee, and so, he does.

With his free hand, he slowly spreads your thighs, wincing as he takes in the swollen flesh of your sex and tender inner thighs. Delicately, he runs the cotton towel against your skin, meticulously swiping the damp cloth against your flesh and cleaning up the remnants of his cock. Every action is wholly delicate, and reverent: Namjoon pressing his lips dotingly to each spot he cleans.

After every loving gesture, Namjoon murmurs a sentiment of praise or affection, and with every attentive word, you find your chest swelling with happiness. Lips ghosting over the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, his warmth breath fans over your skin - your body shuddering at the sensation. Gradually, he works his way up to your puffy sex, and with tender swipes, he slowly cleans up your fold - removing the last remnants of his cum. Fingers carefully peeling them apart, Namjoon hums in satisfaction at his handiwork.

Then, after tossing the dirty towel into the sink, he grabs a pair of his clean boxers. Surprise colours your face as you watch him brandish the article of clothing, and vaguely your brain connects that he’d likely picked it when he’d taken you towards your wardrobe. Fingers dancing against your soft skin, Namjoon slips the boxers onto your feet before slowly slipping them up your legs - the action difficult with just one hand. Nevertheless, he perseveres, and getting to your hips, he lightly nudges your thigh with his nose.

Knowing what he wants, you use your free hand to brace your weight against the count, before lifting your hips, allowing him to fully slide the boxers around your waist. Once done, he presses a kiss to the top of your abdomen and “Sweet Angel,” he murmurs. Happiness blooms within your chest, and your smile widens at the affectionate tone to his voice.

Next, your boyfriend grabs one of his large t-shirts - again, something he must have grabbed from the wardrobe - before he dresses you. One by one, he slips your lethargic limbs through the armholes before pulling the neckline over your face. With the shirt sitting on your body, he chuckles seeing your messed up hair. Hands falling to your head, he delicately pushes the strands out of your face, and when you look up at him with a soft pout, he can’t stifle the laugh that bubbles in his throat.

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend,” Namjoon coos. Frown deepening, your bottom lip juts out as you scowl at him. Nevertheless, he moves between your spread thighs - shifting closer to your body. Instinctively, your arms wind around his shoulders, Namjoon’s own wrapping around your waist, before you both hold still - simply basking in each other’s presence.

Laying your cheek on his shoulder - your nose pressed against his skin - you breathe in his woody and cotton scent, and closing your eyes, you let it wash over you. “I love you,” you mumble.

Namjoon hums, and tilting his head, he presses his lips to the side of your head, “I love you too, baby,” he replies, without a moment’s hesitation. The two of you stand there for a few more moments: simply basking in the presence of each other.

Out of the blue, the whistling of the kettle fills the air; consequently breaking up the moment. Forcibly, Namjoon tears himself away from you - but not before lacing your fingers together - and lifts you off of the counter. Feet firmly planted on the floor, you once more cling to your boyfriend - your soft body moulding into his harder one - before you follow him around the kitchen. If Namjoon minds you practically sticking to him, he doesn’t say anything. In fact, every few moments, his head drops down and his lips gently caress the top of your head: his warm breath wafting over your scalp. Even when you get in his way, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, your boyfriend just awkwardly moves around you to complete his task.

Five minutes later, your boyfriend finally finishes in the kitchen. Nose twitching, you angle your head to look at what he’s got in his hands, your eyes widening as you spot the large mug of tea and plated snack. The sweet scent of lemon-honey tea and cut up strawberries causes your mouth to water and reflexively, your stomach grumbles. Sound resounding loudly through the air, heat creeps up your throat before flushing along your cheeks, making you bury your face in Namjoon’s chest once again.

A fond, light laugh emits from Namjoon’s chest, and you feel, more than hear, the sound as it trembles across your face. “Come on, Sweet, let’s get you some food,” your boyfriend says. He doesn’t wait for you to reply. Rather, he’s already guiding you towards the sofa.

Once more, he fumbles around you - struggling to place the mug and plate down onto the table beside the sofa with you clinging to him. However, somehow, he successfully completes his task. Next, his arms wind around you, and pulling you into his strong embrace, he slowly lowers you both onto the sofa. The instant you’re on the sofa, you lay your head against his bare chest and curl your feet into the corners of the couch cushions. Settled into his body, you let out a content sigh - your muscles completely at ease.

“What do you want to watch, baby?” Namjoon asks, one hand pushing under his shirt to mindlessly caress your bare skin.

A look of surprise crosses your face, and tilting your head to look up at him, “are you sure? We can just go to bed if you’re tired,” comes your soft reply. Usually, after an intense play session, you need time to relax and unwind from the overwhelming feelings you experience. Thus, you’re still alert, even as sleep nips at the edges of your being. Most of the time, you and Namjoon curl up together and watch a film - the soft murmurs of the TV causing you to drift off to sleep and Namjoon to carry you to bed.

However, it’s particularly late today, Namjoon having come home just a little to midnight, and you know he’s most likely exhausted himself. Still, your boyfriend simply looks down at you, an easy smile plastered onto his face and nothing but love and affection in his eyes. “It’s alright, baby. We only need to watch enough for you to start getting tired, and then I’ll carry you to bed,” Namjoon replies.

“We don’t have to-” you try to argue, but Namjoon just looks at you pointedly.

“It’s okay. Besides, you still need to have your snack,” Namjoon reminds. For a moment, you look at him in worry, but seeing that he’s refusing to budge, you sigh and concede to him. “Good girl,” Namjoon murmurs - placing a praising kiss against the back of your head.

“Let’s watch the Little Mermaid,” you softly call out. Namjoon hums, and you feel him shift - turning on Netflix and quickly finding the film.

The tinkling music of the Disney theme filters through the air, and once again, you settle into Namjoon’s body - basking in his warmth. Under your head, your boyfriend shifts however, and you whine in protest as your head jolts. Complaint already forming on your lips, it dies when you feel Namjoon place the plate of strawberries onto his knee - the mug of tea still held in his hand. Free hand picking up the strawberry, he begins feeding you the sweet fruit. When you’re done chewing, you feel him place the rim of the mug to your lips; letting you sip at the beverage: the warm drink soothing your raw throat.

Just like that, the two of you sit - basking in the comforting presence of each other as Namjoon takes care of you. Soon enough, you finish your drink, the strawberries long since having been devoured; and you settle against each other - content to just watch the movie. Gradually, you feel yourself wind down from the night’s activities, and nuzzling into Namjoon’s chest, your eyes slowly slip shut.

From above you, Namjoon’s head tilts down to watch you. A fond smile curls onto his lips, and unable to help himself - he leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Sweet dreams, Little Fox."