Kinks: Pegging, degradation, daddy/puppy, overstimulation


Rain pattered against the windows, and Owen sipped his tea, wrapped up in the book on his lap. It had been a quiet evening, the only noise being the occasional throb of music from Jester's studio up on the second floor. He hadn't seen them all day, and was starting to wonder. He didn't have to wonder much longer though, because he heard them clamber down the stairs and into the kitchen. Putting his mug down, he wandered over hoping for some cuddles.

"Jester?" He called, turning the corner. They responded with a quiet grunt, hidden behind the open fridge door. "I haven't seen you all day, are you doing alright? I heard-" Jester closed the fridge door and Owen froze.

"Yeah, I'm doing alright. Just wanted to finish a project. I'm hungry as hell." It was hard to pay attention to what they were saying. "The animation program I was using crashed halfway through, so I had to do a lot of recovery. And-" Owen wanted to listen, but he was too busy staring. They were wearing a crop top and black underwear, their pale skin bathed in the warm glow of the kitchen lights. "it took forever, but I finally-Owen, are you listening?"

"Oh, uh, what? Program crash, yes." Jester narrowed their eyes.

"Whats wrong? Are you-" They paused, looked down and nodded. "Oh yeah. I forgot to put pants on. Hehe, sorry." Owen smiled.

"Its ok. I like it." He said.

"I'm sure you do, puppy." Owen's eyes widened. Jester grinned and wrapped their arms around his neck, having to go up on their toes to kiss him. Owen put his hands on their waist, pulling them closer. His hands were warm against Jester's unnaturally cold skin. Their entire body started to warm up from the touch, and they leaned in closer. Jester gently dragged their tongue across Owens lips, drawing out a breathy moan.

"Oh? Does puppy like that?" He nodded, cheeks flushed. Jester reached up and gently cupped his cheek. "Couch? Or bed?" Owen grabbed Jester by the backs of their legs and lifted them onto the counter to his right.

"Right here." He said, voice deeper than usual.

"Awe, is puppy that desperate?" He nodded, nuzzling Jesters neck. His teeth scraped against their ear, and they let out a whimper.

"You like that, slut?" Owen said, pulling away with a smile. Jester grabbed his face, pulling him in.

"Excuse me?" Owen's stomach dropped. "What did you just call me, puppy?"

"Nothing." Jester narrowed their eyes, and dug their nails into Owen's cheek. "N-nothing, I'm sorry." Jester loosened their grip, but their hand remained on his cheek.

"That's what i thought." Owen shivered, his heart pounding. "C'mon, lets go to the couch." Jester hopped off the counter, and gently grabbed Owens hand, dragging him to the living room. Seeing how much smaller Jester's hands were than his made him smile. They motioned for him to sit, and he did, gently grabbing their hips and guiding them to his lap.

They sat with their knees on either side of Owens legs, their body pressed right against his. They slowly ground their hips downward, and Owen let out a groan.

"Ffffuck, Jes." Jester smiled and shot him a look that made his heart stop. They kept grinding, leaning in to kiss his neck. Owen's breath hitched when they bit down a little too hard. They kept licking and sucking and biting, every little motion making Owen squirm.

It felt like it went on for centuries before Jester finally leaned back to look at the marks peppering Owens neck and collarbone. They were trying to keep their composure, but the way Owen was looking at them made their heart flutter. His eyes were half closed, his face was flushed, and his chest heaved with every shaky breath.

"Jesss." He whimpered. "I need more, please." Jester stopped grinding, shifting their weight back onto his thighs. "Please, baby." Jes smiled, and jokingly replied.

"Beg for it, Slut."

"Jes, please, I need it so fucking bad." Jes froze, not expecting him to actually beg. "I'm so fucking hard right now, I need you so fucking bad. I know I don't deserve it, but please. I need to be inside you so bad right now. I'll do anything for it. Please."

Jester paused, taken aback by how needy he sounded. It had been ages since the two of them had done anything, but he never begged like this.

"Anything for you, puppy. C'mon. Bedroom." Owen nodded, and eagerly followed them upstairs. They reached the bedroom and Owen closed the door behind him. Before he could do anything else, Jester pushed him back into the wall, kissing him aggressively. Their hands snaked under his shirt and started playing with his nipples. He ripped off his shirt and grabbed Jester by the hips, lifting them and pushing them against the wall. They yelped, trying to keep their composure despite the way he pressed against them. Their hips were resting right against the tent in his pants and he grunted, leaning in to kiss their neck.

"Aaah!" They grabbed his hair and yanked it back. "Put. Me. Down." Owen took a few steps back and let them slide to the floor, continuing to grip his hair to keep him at their level. "Are you fucking kidding me? I never said you could do that." When he didn't say anything, they tightened their grip on his hair, making him whimper. He'd never been so turned on in his life. "Did I tell you you could do that." They asked again.

He shook his head.

"Use. Your. Words."

"No, you didn't."

"Didn't what?"

"No, you didn't tell me I could do that, daddy."

"That's right, slut." They let go of his hair. "Strip and get on the bed." He did as he was told, peeling off his sweater, his t- shirt, his sweatpants, his boxer shorts. He could feel their gaze burning into his skin, like a hungry animal.

Jester couldn't tear their eyes away. He was tan, tall, and perfect. His neck had started to bruise, the purple and red marks spreading across his shoulders. He was theirs, all theirs, noone else's.

He turned to sit on the bed, and jester climbed on behind him, hopping back onto his lap the way they were before. His dick was pressed up against them, already leaking. Jes gently stroked it, their fingers barely able to wrap around it. They went slow, painfully slow. They knew Owen liked it fast, and loved every needy whine that escaped his mouth when they slowly dragged their thumb across the slit.

"You can use your hands, puppy." Jester said, noticing that Owens hands were at his sides, grasping at the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him from breaking. He gently put his hands on their ass, their hips, their waist. They were smaller than him, so much so that he could nearly wrap both hands around their waist. And god, did he love it. He gently tugged them closer, so they were sitting right on his dick. They had soaked through their underwear, the warm slick coating him as they slowly ground their hips. He started to whine when they shifted their weight off his lap but stopped when he saw that they were tugging off their underwear. They kneeled there for a second, letting Owen look. Their lips were dripping wet, clit swollen and throbbing. Just the sight of it was enough to make him squirm. They slid closer, hovering over his cock, slowly sliding themselves over the head, letting their wet drip down. Owen wanted more than anything to grab their hips and pull them down, fill them up and fuck them senseless.

They leaned forward and kissed him, nibbling his bottom lip. He slid his hands down to their thighs and gently pushed, and they smiled. Shifting their weight down and crashing their hips into his, Owen grunted at the sudden penetration. Giving him no time to adjust they rode his cock aggressively, the sound of skin against skin echoing off the walls.

"Fuuuck." They muttered under their breath. They didn't want to let Owen see just how much they were enjoying it, but he could tell by the way their eyes kept rolling back and their mouth kept falling open.

"You feel so f-fucking good." Owen moaned. "I'm getting close, daddy." Jester slowed down, and he dug his nails into their thighs, letting out a whimper.

"Already, puppy?" Jester smiled, gently cupping his face. "I don't think so." They giggled and sat back, his cock sliding out with a wet pop.

"Nnnooo, daddy." He whined as they slid off the bed.

"Calm down, puppy. If you keep whining, I'm calling it a night and you have to wait for tomorrow night." Owen shivered and whimpered. "Are you going to be good?" He nodded. "Words, puppy." They said, turning and walking towards the closet.

"I'll be good, daddy."

"That's what I like to hear." They reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a strap-on. Owens heart stopped. "Are you ok with-"

"Yes, fucking god, yes." Jester raised their eyebrows.

"Alright then." They tossed a bottle of lube on the bed and stood at the foot. "Lay down, baby." He did, spreading his legs. Jester put the toy to the side, and spread some lube on their fingers. "It's been a while, I'm gonna take it slow, alright? I don't want to hurt you." Owen nodded, face flushing. They gently circled their fingers around his hole, loving the little noises Owen was making. Sliding one finger in slowly, they stopped at the second knuckle, letting him adjust.

"More, please, daddy." Owen gasped, gripping the sheets. Jester slid a second in as far as it could go, and started to curl them inside. Owen's Back arched and he let out a cry, knuckles white around the sheets. "Fuuuuck!" Every curl of their fingers slid against his prostate, sending stars flashing in his eyes. "Fuck, more, please daddy, more!" He begged, barely intelligible as he cried out.

They slid in a third, and he moaned, gripping the sheets over and over. They figured he was stretched enough and slid their fingers out. "Nonono, please, don't stop, don't fucking stop." Jester paused.

"Puppy, you need to be patient. I'm just getting the-"

"Can I touch myself daddy? Please, I need to cum, I need it." His chest heaved with every shaky breath, shining with sweat.

"No, puppy. Not yet. Be patient or I'm going to-"

"Please!" He felt like his body was on fire, teetering on the edge, like one more touch would be enough to break him. Jester lunged forward and grabbed his hair, pulling him upright.

"Puppy." Jester said sternly, sending a shiver down Owen's spine. "Do I need to gag you?" Owen let out a breathy whimper and shook his head. "Are you going to be patient for me?" He nodded. "Good." Jested stood and grabbed the toy, slowly putting it on. It was double ended and the wet sloshing sound it made when it slid inside them made his cock throb. Once it was on they slowly covered it with lube, sliding their hands up and down the plastic dildo. Climbing back on the bed, they crawled between Owen's legs and spread them farther, pressing their hips against his. Without hesitation, they lined the toy up and slid it all the way in in one smooth thrust.

"Oooohmyfuckinggodfuckfuckfuuuuuuck!" Owen cried, his back arching. His entire body was trembling, he felt so painfully close.

"Does my good little slut like that?" Jester asked, slowly starting to pump their hims back and forth.

"Y-yes daddy!" Owen could barely form cohesive thoughts anymore. He was so so close, but they were going so slow. He needed it faster and they knew it. But he was close to his breaking point and Jester loved it. The way he squirmed, his eyes rolled back, drool dripping down his chin, his cock leaking. They loved seeing him like this.

They were getting close, too. The other end inside of them was a little bit too long and kept pushing right into their g-spot. Jester could feel wet dripping down their legs and coating the insides of their thighs. And they were hot, so fucking hot. It felt like they were on fire. They tore off the crop top they still had on, their chest covered in sweat.

That was Owen's breaking point. He lunged forward, grabbing them by the waist and roughly slamming them back onto the bed. "shIT, puppy, what are you-" He ripped the toy off of them and grabbed their thighs, spreading them as far as he could. Before they could do anything to stop him, he slammed his cock into them, hard and fast. Their back arched, their eyes rolled back, and they let out a cry of pure pleasure.

He kept pounding, the wet slapping ringing in his ears. Their tits bounced and their stomach bulged with every thrust. It was fucking amazing. They slid their arms around his neck for support, their nails digging into his back. He slid his hand down and rubbed lazy circles around their clit, making them moan loader than he'd ever heard. They were so close, so fucking close-

"Fuck, puppy, I-I'm close, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna-!" Their mouth opened into a silent scream, their legs started to tremble and they raked their nails across his back, leaving streaks of reddened skin. Their vision went white around the edges as they came, moans and incoherent ecstatic whimpers tumbling out. It was all too much, and Owen pulled out with a pop, stoking himself as fast as he could. But seeing them squirt drove him off the edge. Stars flashed in his eyes and he came, all over Jes's chest and face.

They stayed like that for what felt like centuries, both of them shaking, holding each other, trying to catch their breath. Owen spoke first.

"That was fucking amazing." His voice was shaky, and he was still out of breath.

"I love you." Jester said.

"You're covered in cum." Owen laughed. "We should shower."

"Mmm."