when will I... stop writing for this fandom...
also this is 110% self-indulgent bc the idea was in my head and it WOULD NOT GO AWAY...
I thought I learned from myself of four years ago but I guess not
Well, this was quite the predicament to find himself in. It certainly was not the first time he had let her take control, but with the somewhat new concept she wanted to introduce tonight, he could not say he was not feeling at least a little nervous.
But he knew if he truly wanted to back out, all it would take was that accursed nickname for his beloved Elizabeth 3rd. How fitting for a safeword. It was almost as if it was encouragement for him to bear whatever was happening to him.
Not that he had any intentions to keep from fulfilling his end of the bargain, of course. Though it was rare for him to lose at all, he always lost with dignity.
And with the way she was teasing the inside of his thighs with the edge of the crop, dignity was not going to be the only thing he lost tonight.
Her half-lidded eyes glinted as she watched him shudder, stiff cock already leaking a bead of precome. He was tied to the bedpost by his wrists, ass in the air facing her from where she knelt behind him on the bed. An embarrassing position to say the least; his face burned from the humiliation, but the pounding in his chest and arousal clouding his thoughts made it very clear he was enjoying this… especially when he had to address her in the way she had wished. Y-Your Majesty...," he cleared his throat to erase his stammer, "get on with—Ah!"
She struck the inside of his left thigh with a mere flick of her wrist, relishing in the way he breathed in sharply through his teeth and pulled himself forward on his elbows. His skin was flushed anywhere she looked, his erection twitching though they had not started all that long ago.
"I don't recall allowing my peasant to speak," she quipped, shifting to lean over him, nails raking down his chest and descending ever so slowly to the one place he was craving her touch. He groaned deep from within his chest, the bass reverberating against her hand as he writhed underneath her. When she reached his hips, she removed her hand, fingers stroking his cock with just the lightest graze, knowing it offered no relief to him whatsoever.
Her laugh was breathy in his ear when he forced out a frustrated gust of air. "My, my… impatient, are we? Good. Now you know how it feels to be promised that someone would arrive one day, only to have them show up on another. But I suppose it wasn't all bad… I mean, it meant I won, right?" The smirk remained on her lips after she bit his ear, withdrawing before she placed another strike to the right thigh now.
She tortured him like this until his body was taut, hands roaming, nails scraping, crop stinging. Each action earned her a delicious response, pausing momentarily when she finally got the request she had been chasing. "Please. Your Majesty, please."
She moved back until she was standing, dressed in only a pair of stilettos. She stood with her arms crossed and a finger to her chin as she observed him, a wicked grin on her face when he peered over his shoulder and squirmed from the intensity of her stare.
"Head down and to the pillow, peasant."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
She walked over to the nightstand, pulling open the bottom drawer and retrieving the bottle of lubricant that laid at the top. She held it in between her teeth as she then walked over to the dresser, placing the bottle on the flat surface. She bent over to fish out the dildo and harness in the bottom drawer of that as well, glancing over her shoulder to see Jumin staring rather wantonly at her ass, earning a giggle from her. "Like what you see?" His throat went dry, nodding dimly as he swallowed.
She winked before rolling up slowly while shaking her ass, laughing when he groaned and his cock twitched again from the sound. She twirled her finger to tell him to stop looking, putting on the harness and placing the dildo in the slot up front.
This would not be the first time she had used something to penetrate him—it was rare, but he always tried to indulge her fantasies every so often—but it would be the first time she got to emulate what he did to her at least three times a week… when he actually bothered to come home when promised, anyway—she supposed she would be less bitter by the end of this.
She picked up the bottle of lubricant again, opening it and pouring some of the liquid onto her right middle finger, rubbing it in between that digit and her thumb. Her heels clicked as she strutted back to the bed, grabbing a handful of his cheek and sinking the nails of her left hand into the creamy flesh. "Ready?" she asked, leaning a bit to her left to peek over at him with eyebrow raised.
Though he nodded, she shook her head and clicked her tongue. "Ah, ah, ah. You know that verbal consent is my biggest kink, my dear. I'll ask you again. Are you ready?"
"Yes," he breathed out, voice almost desperate.
With a small laugh, she traced her finger around the entrance, waiting until he relaxed to push her finger through.
"Fuck," he swore, back arching inward and fist clenching at the slight burn. Her hand stopped, patient as she held still until she felt the tension around her finger alleviate.
Then she got to work.
She shifted a little closer, slightly over him as one hand rubbed gently to that ridge inside of him, the other wrapped firmly around his cock as she stroked him. Swears spilled from his lips, a slight break in their role-play as he moaned her name, hands fisting the sheets below.
But she forgave him anyway; what fun would any of this be if he was still coherent in thought?
"White fur, white fur, white fur," he called, taking a deep breath of relief when all of her ministrations came to a halt, her eyebrow lifting again. "Did you almost come?" she asked, clicking her tongue again when he nodded. "Well that won't do at all! We haven't even gotten to the main event!"
The bed dipped where she placed her knees between his legs, grabbing the lube once more, slathering up both the dildo and his entrance generously; she nodded once at her handiwork after she was done. With her dry left hand to the small of his back and her right one holding the dildo, she poised herself at his entrance. "Here, let's make your orgasm really worth your while," she purred. "Ready?"
"Yes," he said before waiting with baited breath.
"… Fuck" is what he hissed again through a locked jaw, the burn sharper than before from being unaccustomed to such a size. "W-White fur."
"Already ahead of you, my dear." She did not move an inch, only the head of the object penetrating him. She pushed in a little farther when she received his verbal signal to continue, a murmur of "soft paw." Things progressed like this for a few minutes until the dildo brushed over his prostate, a strangled noise erupting from Jumin's throat.
With the stars he could see floating in his vision—and with how wildly he wished for release—he knew he was not going to last much longer.
His reaction did not let that piece of information go unshared. "You can't come until I say, peasant," she growled, voice almost feral.
Now she understood why he enjoyed dominating so much.
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty."
"Do you think you're ready for me to start moving?"
"You may, Your Majesty."
She pulled back slowly before thrusting in gently, movements unrefined from her hips being unused to committing such an action. Her pace picked up gradually, rhythm a bit awkward. This, however, did not stop him from having to bite into his arm just below his shoulder, suppressing the loud moans he could not stop.
Wanting to hear him, she reached over, left hand finding purchase in the hair on the back of his head, tugging it back. "I want the both of us to hear your cries." Her right hand snaked down from where it had been on his hip, hand around his cock once again as she milked him mercilessly. And when she pressed against his back to bite roughly at his shoulder, he knew he did not have much control left to hold onto.
"I'm gonna—I can't—please, please—!"
"Come."
His body trembled violently with one last cry upon his release, her hand catching his semen, though some still managed to spill onto the sheets below. Even after the high had dissipated, he was still wracked with tremors, a particularly harsh one hitting him when the dildo was pulled out, a startled "Ah!" pushed out of his worn lungs.
She moved quickly around the bed; wiping off her hand; untying his wrists; kicking off her heels; removing her harness; pushing every inanimate object off of the bed. She chortled when his boneless body flopped face-forward onto the mattress below, humming appreciatively when she gathered him up in her arms. Their lips meet, his state getting him rewarded with a steady, burning, open-mouthed kiss. When she pulled away first, she smiled at him, eyes full of mirth. "So? How was it?"
"Good. Very good," he stated simply, a mischievous look suddenly taking to his bright gray eyes. "Almost enough to convince me to lose our bets more often… but you know I'll never let you continue to think you have the upper hand, correct?"
"Oh? What ever do you mean, dear Jumin?" She fluttered her eyelashes, putting on a clueless charade. But she knew quite well what followed after she had taken the role of the dominant one.
"Well, I'll hope this act does not continue when you find that you're the one in the compromised position."
"I think I can say with full confidence that I'll be looking forward to every second of it."
author's note
idk when part two will be up but Jumin will be the dom in that one so look forward to it I guess? lmao there goes my credibility as a writer