Little And The Beast

little and the beast
pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader
category: ddlg, smut, fluff
word count: 3.2k
warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare
rating: 21+
notes: i decided to rewrite this one because i didn't like how it turned out the first time. hopefully this version is more enjoyable. :)
Three rules.
One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.
Two: Use your manners when asking for something you want or would like.
Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.
These are what Taehyung set in place for you after your reveal of your little headspace and the little chat that followed afterwards. It took some time to get used to it, of course, since he was unsure how to exactly care for your needs, but he figured it out. For example, when you're little, you have different mannerisms and habits, such as babbling away while playing with your stuffed animals or coloring. Your temper is horrendous too, throwing fits whenever something isn't the way you want or you don't get your way. Your style changes too, dressing in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, an adult who pretends to have her shit together.
You switch between headspaces often without warning, so much it gives him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to his proper role. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of mind.
Even when you're not little, you thankfully remember your rules.
While Taehyung loves your regular personality, the Y/N he fell for, he adores it when you're little. You're so clingy and talk to him like a young girl, asking him to do things with you, like coloring or watching you play dress up. The power and authority he holds over you is amusing, not only as your boyfriend but as your caretaker too. Especially when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.
And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime.' Most of the time, this happens in his bedroom or studio, places you often seek him out for relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you beg for him to help you, that uncomfortable bubble in your lower belly.
The two of you mainly have sex whenever Taehyung comes home from work hard, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through him. He adores how you submit to him, listening to you squeal and cry while he uses you like the good cumslut you are, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so filthy, allowing him to rail you whenever and wherever he desires. Yet you do deny him when you're not in your little headspace, but when you are, you become instantly wet and bend over for him, face down and ass up. One of his favored positions.
Today is one of those days where Taehyung returns from work hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could concentrate on during practice was the events of last night, when you rode him for the first time like a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent bum clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants – needs a second round.
With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively looking for you. You're in little space nowadays, which means you greet him with cute hugs and kisses each time he's home. This time you don't, which has him frowning. Closing the door, he sets down his bag and shucks off his shoes. He stays still, listening for you. Then he hears a moan, very quiet and desperate. He stiffens, his features stoning. Silently, he stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the door to your little room. It's open a crack. Taehyung peeks inside, his jaw clenching.
With your face in the pillow and your pink, frilly dress bunched at your chest, your hand frantically rubs away at your clit, your expression scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Soft noises leave you as you circle your sensitive bud of nerves, your thighs trembling and toes curling in your white stockings. Your panties lie abandoned beside you on the bed, the crotch area soiled with your slick, your hand shining with it too.
Taehyung sighs. He's disappointed to discover you directly breaking your first rule. He had planned on rewarding you for being a good girl last night, but your present display is a great cause for punishment.
One hand tucked in his pocket, he places the other on the knob and opens the door wider, stepping into the room. His features are incredibly serious and cold, his eyes dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks. His tone has a stern bite to it, one he knows you hate.
You freeze at the sound of his voice, your head slowly turning in his direction. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, are now reddening in shame. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, shifting to sit on your heels and adjusting your dress. You wipe your sticky, dirty fingers on the sheets, then reluctantly twist to face him. You bow your head. You don't dare meet his gaze.
"Wasn't doin' anything," you quietly say in your cute, childish voice. You play with the skirt of your dress, "p-promise."
Taehyung scoffs. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of the situation when he caught you. This is a common trait in both of your headspaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away when you're an adult. When you're little, however, is a different story. He steps further inside, shutting the door.
"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects, slowly approaching you like a predator.
You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"
Quirking a brow at your denial, Taehyung traps you with his arms, hands on either side of you. "Don't even try," he murmurs. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."
"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your innocent eyes wide with panic. "I didn't, I promise!"
"Then why were you touching yourself?" Your mouth snaps shut, and you look away. He barks out a little laugh. "That's what I thought." He straightens and tugs off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules?"
Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."
He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"
"N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."
"That's right." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"
"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.
"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" You hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.
Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."
"That's right. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."
Shaking, you shuffle off the bed and go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely while you slide it open and kneel, searching for the item he requested. You return to him with a box in hand. You crawl back to your spot while he opens the box. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it taut.
"Lay down," he orders, climbing on the bed as you obey him, parting your legs for him. Your arms are curled to your chest. "Hands up."
Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"
His strict gaze shuts you up. "You know better than that, darling," he says, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I catch you deliberately breaking your first rule."
"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.
He shakes his head. "It's too late for that now. You should've thought about this when you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment."
You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress by the collar and cleanly rips it in half. A loud wail leaves you, your eyes welling with tears. It was your favorite dress, which adds to your punishment. Licking his lips, he parts the ruined material, freeing your body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, the poor thing still drenched and aching. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his palms along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material.
"You look so pretty," he coos, smirking at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his staring as his touch drifts back up to your tits, cupping them. "My pretty princess."
He kneads your breasts, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You softly squeak, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. A little chuckle leaves him. Taehyung hovers above one of the pink buds, collecting his saliva and allowing it to fall from his lips. You gasp when he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a second. Then he roughly bites it, and you squeal, jolting beneath him. He peeks at you, seeing your red cheeks and pouty lips.
"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin nearby, soothing it occasionally with his tongue. He continues this until there's several of them circling your nub. You tremble while he admires his handiwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."
"You know your safe word," Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, making you jump again, and he latches on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it. He repeats his harsh process just moments before, brutally suckling and nibbling. You mewl at his roughness, tugging at your restraints, squirming. He has to pin you down to keep you still.
After painting your breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his artwork. Shit, you look so gorgeous now that both your tits are marked purple and red.
"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, aggressively handling the squishy mounds before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, curving your spine and perking your chest in his direction. The headboard creeks, and he glances up to find you pulling at the ribbon again.
"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung tenderly hushes you, leaning in to kiss you. You whimper against his lips, wriggling just a bit. "P-Please..."
"Please what?" he murmurs. His kisses drift down your jaw to your neck, further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt. You screech. "Use your words, slut."
"F-Fuck me!" you plead. "P-Please! It hurts!"
"What hurts?" His hand drifts along your sensitive center, smirking at your sobbing. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and in response, you buck your hips. His gentle touch becomes another spank, and you yelp. Tears stream nonstop down your face now. "What hurts? Answer me."
You look away in embarrassment. You absolutely hate voicing what you want, which is why Taehyung makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. Please fuck me. N-Need your cock so bad..."
He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes glancing between your legs, tilting his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of it leaks and slowly drips drown to your asshole. He licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't do that now, can he?
"Are you sure?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve it. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."
You wail and thrash beneath him, yanking at the ribbon. He stares at you, half-expecting you to tap out, use your safe word and make this torture stop, but you don't. Your lips tremble, refusing to utter the one word that'll free you from his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles instead. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plea in your shining eyes.
You lift your hips. "P-Please!"
Huffing, Taehyung leaves the bed and shucks off his boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach, ready to be stuffed inside you. His tip is flushed an angry red, precum surging from the slit. He spits in his hand, using it as lube. He crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at the tip. You greedily drink him in as he drops a pearl of spit on your pussy. You shive, widening your thighs even more.
"Please," your croak, whining and tossing your head back when he glides his cock along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."
Taehyung hums in reply, aligning with your entrance, placing a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still. He slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your hot, wet cunt eagerly welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks him in, eating him up for all he is. A hiss leaves him once he's fully sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon again.
"D-Daddy!" you mewl, tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.
He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering mouth with his own. You softly moan at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks, another signal of you tugging on your restraints. He growls, biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark, dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, Taehyung starts a swift, sharp pace, his thighs clapping against your ass. His hands move to your legs to keep them separated for him.
"Oh, f-fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits bouncing in time with the rocking bed. "O-Oh my god!"
"Behave, slut," he grunts, focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment, yeah?"
Whining, you bury your face in your arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're close to your high. Your loud noises are enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth, Taehyung keeps rutting into you, ripping himself from within you just when you're about to cum. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet.
"Daddy, please!" you cry, shivering like a leaf beneath him.
He smirks and spanks you, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl. I don't think you earned the right to cum."
"P-Please, Daddy!"
He clicks your tongue at your poor begging. "You can do better than that, slut."
"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on the ribbon again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise! I won't touch myself ever again and I'll do anything you ask. J-Just please lemme cum, Daddy!"
He lowly chuckles. That's much better. He smacks his cock on your clit a few times, watching you jump before slipping back inside you. He resumes his merciless tempo, fingertips digging into your thighs. You screech, arching your back as he snaps his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of you in tandem with your squelching pussy.
Above you, Taehyung spots you circling your wrists. He checks his bondage, only to see the redness of your skin. Sighing softly, he slows down to reach up and free you. Your arms immediately fly around his neck, clinging to him and digging your nails into his shoulders as he resumes his pace. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, his dick abusing your poor cunt.
"D-Daddy, 'm cumming," you mewl into his ear, warning him. He hisses when you drag your nails down his back, the pain egging him on. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"
"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, angling a bit better, running like a well-oiled machine. His thighs now sting because of the impact against your ass. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."
You let go instantly. You scream, arching your back and squirming while your body soars with euphoria, your pussy sporadically spasming around him. Taehyung shakily groans, growing sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his dick deep inside you, emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly moan in satisfaction, happily rolling your hips.
Taehyung slumps on top of you, slowly grinding to ride you both through your highs. He pants, attempting to regain his breath, his body hot and cold at the same time. He closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow.
Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
You shake your head. "No, but I'm kinda sore."
He frowns. Carefully, he sits up and withdraws himself from within you. Your mixed cum soon follows, leaking and dripping from you like gold. Taehyung tenderly picks you up and carries you to your adjacent bathroom, setting you on the toilet to prepare your bath. While the tub fills with warm water, he adds bubble bath and your favorite bath toys.
After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he gently lowers you into the water.
"Relax, princess," he says, undoing your braids. "Let Daddy clean you up, okay?"
"Okay."
He wets your hair and massages your shampoo into your scalp, rinsing and following with your conditioner. You hum, playing with your toys while Taehyung takes care of you. After your hair, he moves on to your body, wiping you down, being extra careful when he arrives at your center. He kisses your cheek to distract you, and you giggle, smiling at him.
He loves this, adores spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare. You are his baby, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear underneath the beast. Soon you're squeaky clean, and he pats you dry. He dresses you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting you to be all nice and warm.
"Let's watch a Disney movie now, okay?" he suggests, changing the sheets and stucking you in afterwards. He hands you your stuffed bear. You beam and nod. "I'll grab you some snacks and your sippy."
"Okay, Daddy!" you chime.
With a loving look, Taehyung leaves for the kitchen, chopping up strawberries and a banana, placing them in a container with three slots. He puts cheezits in the biggest one, then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, watering it down a bit. He returns to you with your promised treats. You clap your hands in delight.
"Thank you, Daddy," you say as you accept your snacks and drink, popping a sliced strawberry into your mouth.
"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying beside you with the remote in hand. He turns on your favorite Disney movie, cradling you as you nibble away on your cheezits.
While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you."
You smile. "I love you, Daddy."
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war of hormone
member: jeon jeongguk
category: werewolf au, smut, some fluff
word count: 5.6k
warning(s): werewolf!jeongguk, dom!jeongguk, sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, cursing, daddy kink, spanking, choking, biting/marking, dirty talk, mention of impregnation, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, implied second round
note(s): this took me so long to edit since i'm an absolutely horrible procrastinator. but here you go! enjoy reading!

Why now, of all times, does Jeongguk have to be hard the moment you visit him? Thankfully, his problem leads to a rather...pleasurable but unexpected event.

You've been plaguing his mind lately.
The image of you, to be more precise. Like when sunshine beams on your hair just right, revealing your natural highlights; how your eyes shimmer without your sunglasses in the way; how the skin below your eyes puffs up when you smile or laugh beautifully; how your complexion deepens when you're outside too much, glowing without even trying; how your figure effortlessly flows into elegant curves he can't seem to keep his attention off of; how your personality can range from sweet to harsh, you name it.
Sue him, you're absolutely perfect in his eyes.
God, just picturing you almost has Jeongguk drooling. Almost, but it isn't his fault. It's the wolf in him, the controlling, dominant alpha that's been nearly impossible to keep in chains, he's having issues with. Every moment he thinks of you, he sees you, or even speaks to you makes him internally insane, especially your intoxicating scent that drives him up the wall in all the worst yet best ways. You're the sole reason why he's struggling to maintain his wolf, the cause of his war of hormones.
The first time he laid eyes upon you was a year ago at a bookstore, a few weeks before he invited you to join him on a date. He secretly went the same days you did just to learn more about you, and the way your eyes lit up whenever you found a book that interested you interested him. The amount of courage he gathered before he spoke to you, to ask you to go out with him was immense, and he thought for a second that you weren't going to accept, but when you did, he almost howled with joy. You grew close during those first few weeks, shared your first kiss after a month - you were fairly awkward about physical intimacy up until that moment - and now, you're his official girlfriend of nine months, which were the best nine months of his entire life. You're everything he's ever dreamed of in a girl. His pride, his joy, his source of strength, and you're so incredibly smart and caring.
Yet... Yet you've been dropping by more frequently, which has his fantasies auto-playing without his consent whenever you're not around. Particularly the fantasy where you're laid out before him, your gorgeous body bare and vulnerable, your eyes full of tears from how much he's teasing you, tasting you with his tongue and torturing your abused pussy with his fingers, begging him to slide his cock inside you and fuck you until you can't walk or think straight. It's an image only he can see, and it's one he doesn't plan on sharing with anyone else.
You're his, and his only. And he is yours.
Currently, Jeongguk is glaring down at the enormous tent in his sweatpants and internally cursing his ancestors and his alpha genes for being so unnaturally big; more like long and thick, two traits that'll make any girl cry. His ruts - those long, painful periods of time where he feels like mounting every girl in sight - are especially bad. There'd be weeks upon weeks where he'd try his best to avoid you, his innocent, adorable girlfriend. It's an incredibly difficult feat, though. You're like a drug, one he can't get enough of, and this is where he wishes his parents had warned him drugs can also be in the form of another person. His relationship with you is not toxic or abusive by any means; you're more like an aphrodisiac, which he knows isn't any better.
During his ruts, he limits himself from you, like cutting back on his messages, calls, and video chats. He's afraid he'll scare you if you ever see him like that, intimidated by his high stamina and libido, but there's a main reason: he doesn't want you to hear how breathless and flustered and irritatingly hard he is, as hard as a goddamn rock, and your voice does not help at all.
His excuse for his long weeks of abhorrent torture is this: once a month, his work schedule becomes extremely hectic. To blend in with the humans, he scores a job at a rather powerful company - a popular one, at that - and he'll admit a few female co-workers tend to hit on him quite a lot, but he rejects them. Always. You seem to buy his lie for now, but it'll only be so long before you begin inquiring for the truth. His chapped lips twitch into a little grin. You're so strange, being able to understand things without being told, which was how you came to know he's a werewolf.
You confessed you aren't afraid of him, but that terrifies him. How can a delicate human like you not be scared to death? Of him, no less, something completely capable of ripping your throat out in an instant?
His ringing doorbell jolts him from his deep train of thought, and he spits out a colorful curse under his breath, snatching a nearby oversized hoodie and tugging it over his head. The hem, thankfully, drapes passed his aching erection, so whoever's at the door won't expect a thing. The bell chimes again once he's by the door, and he murmurs a low, "Hold on," before looking through the peephole.
During the most inconvenient time of the week, it's no one other than you. The adrenaline pumping through his body doesn't help how his heart begins to pound faster. He unlocks the deadbolt and the lock, his thoughts already going haywire as he tells himself to stay calm after cracking the door open a foot or so, revealing you, his girlfriend.
"Hey!" you greet cheerily, your smile wide. You're dressed nicely today; a purple shirt tucked into the waistband of your black skirt, the damn thing revealing your tempting legs, which lead to your pair of black flats. As for your hair, it's simple, like usual. His attention is instantly drawn to the container in your hands. "I brought some cookies I baked earlier today. I thought you'd like some?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." His reply leaves him in a rush; however, you don't comment. He steps aside to let you in, and after you're inside, he instinctively scans the hallway, and he sniffs for a moment, checking for a foreign scent. His paranoia of another alpha or male wolf following you causes him to be possessive, but from what he can tell, it doesn't bother you. Jeongguk hopes you think he's being protective. He shuts the door and sets the locks back in place, then tracks your scent to his kitchen, where you already have your cookies set on a small plate with two glasses beside it.
At the moment, you're rummaging through his fridge, bent at the hips, jutting out your bum, which your skirt barely covers now. Fuck, he can see your panties, adorably pink, hugging your ass just right. He forces himself to look away as you straighten with a pout.
"You really need some human food," you titter, clicking your tongue while staring at the shelves full of raw meat with disdain. His appetite has been ravenous recently, so he's been hunting and buying the stuff in bulk, and he forgets you require more than just meat for nutrition. "We'll get some later, but for now, let's eat these. Come on, babe."
His heart flutters at the nickname you call him while you grab the plate of cookies and head to his living room. Jeongguk follows you like a lost puppy, completely enamoured by you. You sit on the couch, and he does the same, lying down and using your thighs as a pillow. He accepts the cookie you offer him and bites off a chunk, and he hums with satisfaction at the sweetness that practically melts on his tongue. You comb your fingers through his hair, your nails ghosting over his scalp, which makes him shiver, an action he can't hide. He loves your fingers in his hair.
"You okay?" you ask, and he nods, munching on another bite of his cookie. "Are you sure? You're shivering... You're not catching a cold, are you?"
Chuckling, Jeongguk pops the rest of his cookie into his mouth, brushing the crumbs off his fingers to tuck a stubborn strand of your hair behind your ear. "I'm fine," he assures you. "Your touch just gives me goosebumps."
Your cheeks flush, and he fondly laughs. "You're so cute," he murmurs.
Your presence, your entire being, is calming to him, his anchor in the wild seas of werewolf life, and he is your anchor as well. He lessens your anxiety and eases your stress. But right now, the problem in his sweats is throbbing. You're not calming him right now, only adding fuel to the sparking fire deep inside him, the place where his alpha sleeps. He maintains his composure while his alpha stirs, shifting and nuzzling his face into your tummy. He hears you gasp, and his lips twitch into a little smirk, but he grimaces the moment you dig your nails into his scalp; partly from the sting and partly from his awakening instincts. He clutches at your shirt as he curls into a fetal position, trying to fight his strengthening alpha.
Why is his cock pounding so goddamn hard?
"Okay, what's wrong?" He ignores you as he lurches into a sitting position, his expression set with panic. He drags a hand through his hair out of stress, his body trembling with anxiety. He can't be having a rut right now, it's just too early, unless his lingering arousal from earlier flipped the switch. His shoulders hunch when he feels your delicate touch, and he can sense your innocence and worry. "Guk, seriously, what's the matter? You're scaring me..."
Your last words freeze him. He had vowed to himself he'd never frighten you, but unfortunately, he's frightening you, breaking his sacred vow. Reluctantly, he peeks back at you, and his chest contracts at the anxiety in your wide eyes. Your obliviousness to his current situation has him gulping. He doesn't want to scare you further.
"I-It's complicated," Jeongguk finally answers, hesitantly laying an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side. He would've brought you on his lap to comfort you better, but he can't risk you finding his pulsating, aching cock in his sweats. "So... You know how female animals go into heat, right? For males, they have ruts." He clears his throat, his grip tightening on your shoulder. "As of right now, I'm in rut, apparently, when I'm not due until next month. It's taking every ounce of my strength, my entire being, to... not hurt you."
You shrug him off, your features strangely blank, and this worries him. "And since I'm alpha, I have the most stamina and testosterone than all the other males in my pack," he continues quietly, cautiously gazing at you, wondering what you're thinking. "Even if you want to help me, you can't. You're not physically capable of..." He pauses, figuring out how to word this without offending you. "I could break you, darling, and I don't want to do that to you."
Your lack of response confuses him. "Jagi?" he calls, scanning your profile to better gauge your reaction. He's gotten nothing so far, your face still emotionless, but your eyes suddenly meet his, and the determination and ferocity burning in them throws him off slightly. Yet you're arousing him further. "Are you alright?" he asks uncertainly.
"Fine," you reply curtly. Jeongguk sharply inhales the moment you pin his shoulders to his couch with surprising strength, and he gasps after you straddle him, swallowing a moan once you settle right on top of him. Your skirt has ridden up to reveal a dangerous amount of skin, and he gulps, feeling your hands slip under his sweatshirt and up his toned abdomen. Your touch is like fire, burning everything in its wake, burning him. He shakily exhales as you pepper kisses along his jaw and neck, your chest pressed against his. This display of affection, if he can even call it that, is endearingly sexy yet... Hot.
"I-I thought we were eating cookies?" he pants, clinging to your hips for dear life and fighting his alpha impulses, which are urging him to bury himself so deep inside you and never leave. He would've if you were a werewolf like him, but he's being considerate of your mortality. "Y-You should get off-"
His attempt to remove you from his lap is futile. He either can't summon the strength to move you, or your effect on him is too powerful. It's most likely both, though more of the latter. "Jagiya, please," Jeongguk pleads, twisting his head so you can no longer assault his neck. Your eyes meet his while the seductive warmth radiating from your center drives him nuts. Fuck, he can feel you, how heated and wet you might be. "I-I don't want to hurt you. Please get off, please..."
You shake your head in refusal. "It's been a year now," you murmur, dragging your thumbs along his jaw, slowly rolling your hips. This rips a guttural moan from him. Fuck. "I want you, Gukkie, and I want to feel you in every way." You briefly ghost your lips over his. "Please?" You mock his needy tone, tilting your head while faux innocence replaces your allure.
Have you always been like this? A ridiculously sexy succubus who has him completely wrapped around your finger, always hidden beneath your adorable, oblivious facade? He has to remind himself you can't possibly be a sex demon in disguise. There's absolutely no way, unless it has something to do with your zodiac. He can't recall which signs are the horniest, and he doesn't even know your zodiac, so this possibility is tossed straight out the window. Instead, after regaining his composure over his mind and body, freeing himself from you, he snatches your wrists and roughly locks them behind your back. His lips quirk into a proud smile at the sudden shock lacing with your features, how your eyes widen just a little.
"Since I'm your alpha..." His voice is low, so low it vibrates in his chest, his nose nudging yours. "You're going to have to listen to everything I tell you to do. If you don't obey me, I'll have to punish you or leave you high and dry. I don't think you want either of those things, do you?" You frantically shakes her head, your eyes shining while he hungrily rakes his gaze down your body, drinking in your supple and gentle curves. He unconsciously wets his lips as he looks up at you. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin that cunt of yours. Now..."
Jeongguk leans in and presses a kiss on the spot behind your ear, then he whispers, "Be a good girl for me and go lie on the bed? And don't strip. I want to tear your clothes off myself."
"Y-Yes, sir!" you squeak, your legs wobbling as you stand, smooth your skirt, and scurry down the hallway, the carpet silencing your footsteps. He watches you disappear into his bedroom with hooded eyes, then he glances at his hard-rock cock. He squeezes it for a brief moment, just to regain some of his sanity, before rising to his feet. He takes his precious time retracing your path to his room, wanting you to be waiting in torture.
His haven, soon to be drowned in the sweet scent of your delicious love-making.
Pausing in the doorway, Jeongguk leans on the frame to study you on his bed, his tongue unconsciously poking his cheek at the sight before him. Your shirt is rumpled, and your skirt has ridden up again, your legs gorgeous and smooth in the sunlight pouring in from his window. He slowly approaches you, tugging off the sweatshirt that hid his erection so well, and he chuckles, noticing how your eyes drop to the large bulge, and how they widen with fear. He crawls on top of you like a predator, his thighs parting your knees, and your sharp smell nearly blinds him, but he pushes through it. He hovers above you, admiring how your hair fans out around you like a halo, further confirming your angelic beauty.
"Look at you," he coos, his voice deep and rumbling in his throat, "so cute, offering yourself to me, even though you know I'm capable of destroying you." He brushes your lips with his. "Do you know how long I've been dying to bury my dick in that tight pussy of yours? I bet you feel so fucking warm..." He hisses at the idea. "I can't wait to see you screaming beneath me, darling."
You whimper because of his filthy words, your noise sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry," he gingerly says. "I won't hurt you. If you need to stop at any time, just say so, okay?"
He refuses to continue without your approval. Consent is extremely important to him, and he wants you to realize that, despite his eagerness, he'll perform cautiously and with your okay. You nod, and he relaxes, glad to see you're alright with this. "Good. Now, lift your arms." You do so instantaneously, with no hesitation on your part, and Jeongguk almost laughs. You're doing splendid already. Gently, he removes your shirt and tosses it over his shoulder, his gaze falling to your chest. His breath leaves him all at once, and he swallows. The soft swell of your breasts in your bra has him humming. "The color suits you well, sweetheart."
He hears you dreamily sigh in reply, and his lips form a little smile. He leans down to suckle on your plush chest, blessing you with the sensation of his supple lips as his hands slip around you to locate the clasp of your bra. Your back arches once he finds it, and you both exhale once the bond is undone. The garment is now limp on your body, the loose straps creeping down your shoulders. Cautiously, he slips them down further, momentarily pausing to silently ask for your permission with his gaze. You nod, and he continues. He lifts the bra off your body, only to curse. God, you're absolutely divine. Your gorgeous breasts beam up at him, your nipples rosy and peaked with your arousal, begging to be suckled.
Like your shirt, Jeongguk carelessly chucks your bra over his shoulder, the visual of your bare tits causing his cock to twitch. Unable to help himself, he dips down to capture one of your pert nubs with his lips, hearing you gasp as he swirls his tongue around it, a low hum resonating in his throat. He tenderly nibbles on it for a moment, then rapidly flicks the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You shove his chest at him with this action, and he glances up at you, smirking lightly at the mesmerized look of bliss on your face. To draw a moan out of you, he harshly sucks at your bud, and he's successful, a soft whimper leaving you. After a second, he parts from your nipple to latch on to the other, repeating his actions, pinching and rubbing the nub he just abandoned.
While he assaults your breasts and listens to your sweet noises, his other hand slowly inches up your thigh until it's above your clothed pussy. He grunts, feeling heat emanating from your cunt. You want him as much as he wants you, and he appreciates it, appreciates how you still desire him even if he's a werewolf. Expertly, he finds your clit through your soaked panties, and a smug smirk forms on his lips at the gasp you release. Your legs start quivering as he draws tiny circles on the bundle of nerves. He detaches from your nipple to kiss you, to swallow the sounds you're steadily releasing, increasing the speed of his digit just to hear you moan as you toss your head back. Your eyes are screwed shut, your brows furrowed, your teeth nibbling your lip.
Your pleasured expression is interrupted by Jeongguk, who removes his touch from your pussy for just a moment to roughly tug your skirt down your legs, abandoning it just like your bra and shirt. He dips down, smacking kisses down your front, beginning at your neck and ending above the waistband of your panties. "Still okay?" he gently asks, his hands sliding up your thighs to toy with your underwear, venturing further down to lick a broad stripe over the soiled material. He noisily groans at the preview of your taste, excited to indulge in the whole thing.
"Yes," you breathlessly say. "Yes, please, Guk."
Cursing softly under his breath, Jeongguk hooks his fingers under the waistband and drags the ruined panties off your body, freeing your cunt to him. Your scent, sharp and bittersweet, hits him hard, and like the hungry wolf he is, he's already salivating, overjoyed and glad your taste will be invading and staining his tongue and mouth for the first time and linger there for eternity. His eyes finally drop to your center, and he lowly swears in Korean, drinking in the view of your glistening, juicy pussy, your pink, swollen lips, and your beckoning clitoris, begging to be suckled and licked like a piece of candy.
He wastes no further time, diving in and burying himself into you. You shriek as his tongue glides along your folds a few times, slurping up your juices while he's at it, and your hips surge forward when he captures your clit between his lips. He deeply hums as he suckles away at the throbbing nub, like it's a lollipop, alternating between this and carelessly lapping away. His reward is your beautiful moans, your noises music to his ears. He furrows his brows, hooking his hands under your knees to widen your stance, your ankles hanging over his shoulders. He slurps and swallows your juices like a man in the desert, you cunt the sweet, merciful oasis where he can quench his thirst.
His thoughts cloud, the only one standing out: to make you cum so hard you'll see stars and cry. Your desperate mewls has Jeongguk grinding against his own bed, just like the first time his rut hit him, where he had zero control over his instincts and desires. Dazedly, he peels his eyes open to check on you, seeing your features drawn with pleasure, your hands tangled in his hair.
"Holy fuck," you choke out, shuddering while he focuses on your pussy again. He's completely addicted and drunk on you. "F-Fingers, please, wanna cum - A-Ah!"
He obeys you, slipping a digit into you, grunting at how your cunt eagerly welcomes him. "Jesus," he snarls, not granting you time to adjust, drilling his finger into you nice and fast. He wants to stretch you quickly so you can accommodate him. He's losing his patience, wishing to feel your snug walls around him. "You're so fucking tight, baby, fuck." Your moans stream out of you like a river, and to him, they sound like a song, one he desires to remember forever. For a moment, he slows to add a second digit before continuing his brutal speed, groaning softly at the higher pitch your noises adopt. "Doing so good, babe, so good... Look how your pretty cunt is sucking in my fingers..."
Shit, you sound absolutely beautiful, the cacophony of your moans and the squelching of your sopping pussy echoing through his room. Jeongguk purses his lips in desperation as he accelerates his pace, noting how your stomach grows taut, how your body trembles from the force of his digits, and how a sheen of sweat has appeared on your skin, gifting you with a dewy glow. It does fucking wonders on your rosy nipples. His third and final finger joins in on the action, and his mouth is open in a silent moan at how your cunt swallows his digits so beautifully. "Fuck, the burn!" you cry out, tugging on his hair, your walls clamping, and he instantly imagines what that'll feel like around his cock.
"Daddy!" you scream, your other hand fisting the sheets so tightly your knuckles are white. He spontaneously freezes, the name registering in his mind, and when it does, his breathing turns ragged, and all of his adrenaline pumps to his raging cock. He feels so light-headed. "No no no!" Why did you stop?" You whine in annoyance. "Guk, why'd you stop? I was gonna cum - "
"Say it again!" he growls, his fingers sliding out with a noisy pop. He levels your faces and grabs your throat, applying pressure, and you mewl softly, your cheeks flushing a gentle pink. You can't hide how blown your pupils are. "Say that again. Now! Or I'll make you cum over and over with my fingers and tongue only, no dick!"
"Daddy." You moan it with longing, your hips bucking up and smearing your arousal over the front of his sweatpants. You whine, informing him you can feel his long, thick cock through them. "Please fuck me, Daddy, I'm so wet. I want your cock so bad. Please? Pretty please? Stuff me full, my pretty wet pussy with your big, fat cock? Please?"
"Shit!" Moaning loudly at your dirty words, Jeongguk rips off his shirt and crashes his mouth on yours for a few moments. "Turn around, on your hands and knees," he says lowly, his voice rumbling in his throat. He gets off the bed to shove off his sweatpants and boxers, and when he looks up, he groans at how sexy you look. Your pussy and bum are exposed, your face mashed into the pillow, ready to receive him.
"You're on the pill, right?" He strokes himself as he assumes his rightful position behind you, nearly yelling in relief at your positive answer. He guides his cock to her calling entrance, his control slowly slipping away from him. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you, babe, I'm so sorry..."
"Please," you croak.
For the first time in your relationship, Jeongguk slowly enters you, and he stops immediately. First, you feel so fucking tight and warm; second, you cried out. He lies his front on your back to keep himself from ignoring your silent plea and breaching you further, keeping his eyes shut as he waits for you. When you whisper okay, he sucks in a breath and continues, trembling as your heated, soaked pussy envelops him bit by bit. You're trembling too. The process repeats several times: he stops when you need it, and he needs it too. It feels like he's permanently lost his sanity.
He finally bottoms out. You're full to the brim. It's an extremely tight fit, but it's absolute heaven. It's taking all of his resolve to not pound into you like a wild beast. He patiently keeps his hips still to let you accommodate his full girth, and while you do, he litters your neck with kisses, displaying his appreciation to you.
"You're so big," you say as he slowly straightens, gliding a hand down your spine, from your lower back to your nape, smiling a little at how you arch into his touch.
"The biggest you've ever had?"
You chuckle. "You're the only one I've ever had. Besides, I don't think I'll ever find a dick as big as yours, and I only want you."
"You better," he teases, but your pussy clenches, and he stiffens. "Fuck, don't do that."
"What, this?" He hears your teasing tone as your walls clamp around him again, and he snarls, his fangs pricking the inside of his mouth. "Okay, that's hot," you mewl.
The urge to bite you is bad, so fucking terrible, but now isn't the time. He has to time this perfectly. The metallic tang of his own blood on his tongue spurs him on. "I'm gonna try moving," he says, his voice husky. "If I hurt, let me know, okay?"
You nod. With your shaky exhales, Jeongguk grunts as he slowly extracts himself from your tight pussy, almost slamming back into you when you mewl. You probably feel empty, but you need not worry. After just his tip remains inside you, he plunges back in at the same, slow speed. He repeats this several times, muttering words of comfort to you whenever you whimper. His hands run up and down your sides while he gently rocks his hips, in and out, biting his lip at how your bum jiggles whenever his thighs hit it.
"You're doing amazing," he praises. "May I go faster? Or do you still need time?"
"Just a little," you quietly reply, your hands clutching the pillow by your head. "Just a little - O-Oh..."
He easily quickens, your skin gently clapping together, the sound adding to our harmonious song of heavy breathing and blissful noises. Your moans are light and airy, and high in pitch compared to his deep grunts and groans, along with his hisses and possessive growls. The transition of your warm walls sliding on and off him is an addictive and delicious feeling, and he's unable to believe he's fucking you for the first time without a condom. "Shit," he mumbles, feeling like he's on fire because of this truth.
He speeds up to the fastest pace he can do, your moans now matching the tempo of his swift, powerful thrusts. Grunting, Jeongguk leans on top of you, finding your hands and twining your fingers together, his lips peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your pussy uncontrollably spasms around him, which makes it slightly difficult to properly fuck you, but he'll manage. He smacks a kiss on your jaw before straightening, gripping your hips and bucking into you like no tomorrow. The bed rocks from his actions, but he doesn't care. He's enamored by your bouncing ass, his mouth watering as it jiggles every time his thighs slam against them. Fuck, he should've tasted you some more before he fucked you. It would've been amazing, you shoving your needy pussy back on his tongue.
"Daddy!" Your call snaps him out of his fantasy, his glowing, golden eyes flickering to the back of your head. "F-Fucking me so good! S-So good, oh fuck!"
He smirks. "I know, baby. I know how much you already love Daddy's thick, fat cock." He emphasizes his point by switching to a rougher pace, his headboard knocking on the wall. "You're having it for the first time and you're loving it, aren't you? Such a good girl for Daddy." His thrusts grow slightly sloppy, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. "Shit, Daddy's gonna fill you up soon, sweetheart. Tell me, baby, do you want my pups? Hm? How badly do you want them? Tell me!"
To spur you to answer him, Jeongguk harshly swats your ass, only to receive a delighted squeak, your noise ringing in his ears. "Fuck!" you gasp. Your next words slur together. "I want your pups! Please give me your pups! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, please let me cum!"
While the thought of impregnating you is beyond erotic, he knows it's impossible, but the idea of you filled with his hot load, your stomach swollen with his pups, is absolutely divine. Someday. "Cum then," he growls, his cock beginning to balloon within you. "Cum for Daddy." His hips stutter as you comply, and he shoved himself deep inside. "Oh, fuck! Good girl, oh, good fucking girl!"
Hurriedly, he leans forward and punctures your creamy neck with his fangs, which scream in bloody relief. He clings to you as he cums, unable to help how he obnoxiously snarls and groans while unloading his cum deep inside you. Your pussy flutters around his knot, and you whimper and mewl his name as you lightly grind your ass against him, and he does the same to assist you through your high. Your thighs are sticky and sweaty, and your blood stains his lips and your own skin. Cautiously, he slips his fangs out and uses his tongue to lap at you words, healing them with his saliva. He hears you whine softly for his attention.
"I must clean this first, darling," he murmurs to you. After he approves his bite, Jeongguk tries his best to kiss you from his awkward position. You twist your head towards him, humming softly as your lips collide. His own linger when he breaks away, pecking along her jaw. "How do you feel?"
"Full," you coo, bringing his hand to your lower stomach. He inwardly groans, feeling his cum inside you. His cock twitches in anticipation to fill you up even more. "H-How long does this usually last for, Guk?"
He sighs, resting his head between your shoulder-blades. "This isn't a normal rut," he answers, "but I assume six more days with an hour of relief every four. I suffer when I'm alone with no one to help me."
"Well," she whispers, minimally swiveling her hips. He grits his teeth as his cock slowly deflates from his knot. "I happen to be off the entire week. Guess I'll be stuck as your plaything, hm?"
He playfully snaps his teeth at you, withdrawing himself and lying on his back. He tugs you on top of him, slowly lowering you back on his dick again. "Definitely," he purrs, lowly moaning as you start to ride him, your hands pivoted on his chest. "Yes, ride me, baby. Show me what those hips of yours can do."
© babiekaykes 2021
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THE ACTUAL
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wow… look at him!!!
little and the beast
member: kim taehyung
category: ddlg, smut, fluff
word count: 3.6k
warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare
note(s): i...am sorry of how long this took to be published. life was very hectic and i didn't have the chance to finish writing this until just now. it's not my best work but i hope you enjoy it!

You're his beloved girlfriend, and Taehyung loves both sides of you: big and small. But one day, he comes home to find you breaking one of your rules. Now Taehyung has no choice but to punish you for disobeying him.

Three rules.
One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.
Two: Instead of throwing a tantrum, politely ask for things you want or like.
Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or not safe.
These are the rules Taehyung set in place for you after you revealed you're a little. Of course, it took time to grow accustomed to, since he was unsure how to exactly care for you, but he figured it out over time. For example, when you're in little space, you have different mannerisms and habits, like throwing ridiculous tantrums over nothing and babbling away while you play with your stuffed animals and color. You also dress in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, a sassy and intelligent girl.
You often switch between your head spaces without warning, so much you give him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to your wants and needs. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of your mind.
Thankfully, you remember your rules.
While Taehyung likes your normal personality, he loves it when you're little, loves your clinginess and the way you talk to him like a little girl and ask him to do things with you, like color or watch you play dress up. He feels a sense of power and authority over you, not only as your boyfriend, but as your caretaker. Even more so when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.
And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime,' and it mostly occurs in his bedroom or studio, where you often come to him and seek some form of relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you plead for him to assist you with your arousal, an uncomfortable bubble in your belly.
Whenever he comes home hard from work, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through his veins, he often finds you and fucks you, and you submit to him. He adores hearing your squealing and crying as he uses you like a cumslut, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so dirty, allowing him to fuck you whenever and wherever he desires, although you do deny him sometimes when you're not little. But when you are, you instantly become wet and go face down, ass up, one of his most beloved positions.
Today is one of those days when Taehyung arrives home hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could think of during practice was last night, where you rode him for the first time like he was a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent ass clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants, needs a second round.
With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively searching for you. Nowadays, you're in little space, which means you greet him with hugs and kisses each time he comes home from work. Yet this time, you don't, which makes him frown. He closes the door, setting down his bag and shucking off his shoes. He stays still for a moment, listening for a sign of your presence, then hears a moan. A very quiet, desperate moan. He stiffens, and his features settle to stone. He silently stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the cracked door to your little room, allowing him a view of what's happening inside.
Your face is mashed in the pillows, your features scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Your frilly, pink dress is shoved up to your chest, exposing your soaked pussy. Your matching panties are lying beside you on the bed. You frantically rub away at your clit, soft noises leaving you, your thighs in white stockings trembling, your toes curling. You mewl, drawing quicker circles on your bud of nerves, anxious to reach that high Taehyung always gives you on your own.
Taehyung sighs and shakes his head, disappointed to see you directly breaking your number one rule. He was going to treat you well, reward you for being a good girl last night, but your present actions force him to punish you like the needy slut you are.
Laying his hand on the doorknob, the other tucked into his pocket, Taehyung widens the door, stepping into the room. His features are cold and serious, his eyes harsh, dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks, his grip tight on the knob.
At the sound of his voice, you freeze completely, and your head slowly turns to look at him. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, now fill with shame, the pink deepening into red. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, carefully shifting to sit back on your heels, rightfully replacing your dress. You wipe your sticky hand on your bedsheets, then, reluctantly, shuffle to face him. Your head is bowed, your hands clasped in your lap. You don't dare meet his gaze.
"W-Wasn't doing anything," you softly say in your cute, childish voice, crinkling the skirt of your dress with your fingers, "p-promise."
A noiseless, humorless laugh leaves him at your answer. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of a situation even when he clearly saw the evidence. This is a trait in both your little and big spaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away with it when you're big. When you're little, however, is a different story. Taehyung steps further into the room, shutting the door.
"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects you, slowly approaching you, like a predator with its prey.
You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"
He scoffs at your denial, leaning with his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you. "Don't even try," he says, his voice timbre. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."
"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your eyes wide with panic and innocence. "I didn't, I promise!"
"Then why were you touching yourself?" You snap your mouth shut, and you look away, unable to maintain eye contact. Taehyung barks a little laugh at your incapability to answer him. "That's what I thought." He straightens, tugging off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules, slut?"
Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."
He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"
You swallow. "N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."
"That's right, slut." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"
"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.
"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" He sees you hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.
Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."
"That's right, babygirl. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."
Trembling, you shuffle to the edge of the bed and stand, then go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely as you slide it open and kneel, searching for the particular box containing the items he requires to punish you with. You return to him with the box in hand, and he quietly thanks you. You crawl back on the bed and resume your position, your head bowed. He sets the box on the bed and removes the top. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it tight.
"Lie back," he orders, climbing on the bed while you obey him, parting your legs for him, your arms curled up by your chest. "Hands up by the headboard."
Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"
His dark gaze shuts you up, and you blush. "You know better than to deny me, darling," he murmurs, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard with the ribbon, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I caught you deliberately breaking your first rule."
"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.
He shakes his head. "It's too late to apologize now. You should've thought this through before you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress from the collar and cleanly rips it in half. You wail, your eyes welling with tears. He knows it's your favorite dress, which makes this more cruel and harsh. He licks his lips and parts the ruined material, freeing your beautiful body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, which is still flushed and soaked with arousal. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his hands along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material beneath his palms.
"You look so pretty," he gently coos, smirking a bit at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his scrutiny. His touch drifts up to your tits, tenderly cupping and squeezing them. "My pretty princess."
He kneads your breasts a bit harshly, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You squeak at this, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. With a little chuckle, Taehyung hovers above one of your tits, collecting his saliva and allowing the pearl to fall from his lips on your nipple. You gasp as he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a singular moment. Then he roughly bites your peaked bud, and you squeak again, your body jolting beneath him. He glances up at you, seeing your flushed cheeks and your pouty lips.
"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin near it, occasionally soothing the irritated flesh with his tongue. He continues this until there's several blooming marks, the purple spots the petals, your pink nub the center. Your lips tremble as he admires his artwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."
“You know your safe word,” Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, which makes you jump, and he latches on your second nipple, flicking his tongue around the rosy pearl. Then he repeats his merciless treatment from before, brutally suckling on it and nibbling on it. You mewl at his harsh actions, tugging your binded wrists, as if to touch him. You squirm beneath him, and he pins you to the bed to keep you still.
After painting your second breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his beautiful handiwork. Shit, you look absolutely gorgeous now that both of your tits are marked with purple and red.
"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, roughly handling both mounds of flesh in his hands before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, arching your back and shoving your chest in his direction. He hears the headboard creak, and he glances up, spotting how you're pulling the ribbon again.
"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. He softly hushes you, gently kissing you, his actions soft now. You need comfort. You whimper against his mouth, wriggling under him again just a bit. "P-Please..."
"Please what?" he murmurs, drifting his kisses down your jaw to your neck, then further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your flushed, soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt, and you screech. "Use your words, slut."
"F-Fuck me," you plead, a tear rolling down your cheek. "P-Please! It hurts so bad!"
"What hurts?" Taehyung drifts a hand over your sensitive cunt, smirking a bit at how you sob at his gentle touch. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and you squeak, bucking your hips. His cocky smirk grows. Then he spanks your pussy again, making you yelp from the sudden pain. You're fully crying now, teardrops streaming nonstop. "What hurts? Answer me."
Your red cheeks flush deeper to crimson. Taehyung knows you absolutely despise voicing what you want, which is exactly why he makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. F-Fuck me, please. N-Need your cock so bad..."
He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes flickering back down to your cunt. He tilts his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of your juices leaks and slowly drips down to your asshole, and he licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, to make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't reward a naughty girl now, can he?
"Are you sure, babygirl?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve my cock. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."
You wail and writhe beneath him again, yanking at your restraint again. He gazes down at you, half-expecting you to tap out, to use your safe word and make this torture stop. But you don't. Although your lips tremble, you don't say the one word that will make him stop all of his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plead in your shining eyes.
You buck your hips again. "P-Please!"
Huffing, Taehyung shuffles off the bed and shucks off his sweats and boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach. His tip is angry and leaking precum already. He spits in his hand and uses it to lube up his length as he crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at his tip. Your eyes greedily drink in his shaft as he lets a pearl of spit land on your pussy. You shiver, widening your thighs even more.
"Please," you croak, whining and throwing your head back when he glides his tip along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."
He simply hums in reply, aligning with your entrance. He places a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still as he slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your warm, tight, wet cunt greedily welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks in his cock, eating him up for all her is. A hiss leaves him once he's sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon binding your wrists.
"D-Daddy!" you mewl, your tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.
He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering lips with his own. A little moan leaves you at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks again, meaning your tugging at your restraints again, and he growls, suddenly biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark and dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, he starts a sharp, swift pace, his hips harshly clapping against your ass, keeping your legs parted with his large hands. The bed shakes from his powerful thrusts.
"O-Oh, fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits violently bouncing. "D-Daddy, oh my god!"
"Behave, slut," he grunts, completely focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment like the good girl you are, yeah?"
Wailing, you bury your face in your inner arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're rather close to your high, if your high-pitched and loud noises aren't enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth together, Taehyung keeps rutting into you until you're just about to cum, ripping his cock from within you. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet and sobbing.
"Daddy, please!" you cry, trembling like a leaf beneath him.
Taehyung smirks and spanks your clit, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl, breaking one of your rules. I don't know if you deserve to cum."
"P-Please, Daddy?"
He clicks his tongue at your poor excuse of a beg. "You know you can do better than that, babygirl."
"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on your restraints again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise, Daddy! I-I won't touch myself ever again and I'll do anything you ask! Just please let me cum, Daddy!"
Humming again, he smacks his cock against your clit a few times, making you jump, then he brutally shoves himself back inside you, resuming his merciless tempo. You screech at his sudden movements, arching your back. You sob like a baby as he snaps his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of your squelching pussy. You whimper and tug at the ribbon once more. He glances up to check your bondage, only to see the redness around your wrists. Sighing softly, he reaches up and frees you, and your arms immediately fly around his shoulders. You cling to him and dig your nails into his skin as he rails you, abusing your poor little cunt.
"D-Daddy, 'm cumming!" you mewl, warning him of your close end. Taehyung hisses as you drag your nails down his back, leaving behind inflamed trails of red. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"
"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, his hips pistoning in and out of you more precisely. His thighs sting slightly from the impact against your ass, but he doesn't care. He feels too good right now. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."
You cum instantly, and you scream, arching your back and squirming beneath him while your pussy sporadically spasms around him. Taehyung shakily groans, his pace growing a bit sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his cock deep inside you and emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly mewl in satisfaction, happily wiggling your hips.
Taehyung slumps on top of your, slowly grinding his hips to ride you both through your highs. His breath slowly regains composure, his body hot and cold at the same time. He softly sighs and closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow. Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze.
"I wasn't too rough, was I?" he quietly asks you.
You shake your head and smile a bit. "No, but I kinda hurt."
Frowning a bit, he sits up and carefully withdraws his cock from within your tight cunt, and your mixed fluids soon follow, leaking from your entrance and dripping down to your asshole. Tenderly, he picks you up and carries you to your bathroom, setting you on counter to prepare your bath. He leans down and fills the tub with warm water, even adding some bubble bath and your favorite bath toys. After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he lowers you into the water, undoing your braids.
"Relax, princess. Let Daddy clean you up, okay?" Taehyung softly tells you, wetting your hair before massaging in your shampoo, being sure to get every inch of your damp locks. You hum in reply, playing with your toys while he cleans you. Your hair is soon clean, and he moves on to your body, carefully wiping your thighs and your center when he gets to it. He presses a kiss to your cheek, and you giggle, smiling at him.
He loves this, spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare after treating you so harshly. You are his little, after all, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear disguised as a horrifying beast. Once you're squeaky clean, he lifts you out of the tub and pats you dry. He carries you back to your room to dress you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting to make sure you're nice and warm.
"Let's watch Barbie movies now, okay?" he suggests, placing you back on your bed once he's done changing the sheets. He gives you your favorite stuffy, and you beam and nod. "Alright, I'll grab some of your favorite snacks and your sippy, 'kay?"
"Okay, Daddy!" you chime, grinning at him.
With a loving look, Taehyung leaves the room and enters the kitchen, grabbing some strawberries and a banana and chopping them up. He places them in a double container, also adding some goldfish in the other one. Then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, being sure not to add too much. He returns to you with these in hand, and you squeal in delight, clapping your hands.
"Thank you, Daddy!"
"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying down beside you with the remote in hand. He puts on your favorite Barbie movie, holding you close while you cuddle into him and munch on your goldfish.
While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you, princess."
You smile while crunching on your goldfish. "I love you, Daddy."
© babiekaykes 2021
[4:47 PM]
member: kim hongjoong
category: smut
word count: 286
rating: 18+
warning(s): unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), orgasm denial, spanking, degradation, begging
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"Fuck, look at your pretty pussy, princess," Hongjoong grunts, his hips quickly snapping in and out of you. "Keeps sucking me in. You just love my cock, don't you?"
You pathetically mewl in response, gripping to the sheets for dear life. Hongjoong came home hard from practice today, and he immediately snatched you from the couch to the bedroom, where he undressed you and bent you over. Now he fucks you into absolute oblivion, his hips clapping against your bouncing ass.
"L-Love your cock so much!" you whine, biting your lip as his tip nudges that special spot inside you. You cry out and screw your eyes shut, your toes curling when the icy pleasure washes over you.
"Of course you do," Hongjoong murmurs. He tightly grips your hips while he rails into you, watching your ass jiggle each time he thrusts into you. "My little cockslut. That's what you are, princess. My little cockslut."
You gasp and mewl, frantically nodding your head in agreement. "Yes! Y-Yours, oh fuck!"
Hongjoong mockingly coos. "Aw, are you about to cum already? Well, that's a shame."
You squeak when he suddenly stops, his cock slipping out of you. The void inside you has you shivering, and you glance back at Hongjoong over your shoulder, your eyes teary. "J-Joong," you croak, biting your lip. "P-Please..."
Hongjoong shakes his head. "As much as I want to fill you full with my cum, I gotta have my fun with you first. Don't you agree?"
You shake your head, but he scowls and roughly spanks you. You squeal, the pain rushing over you, and you whine, perking your bum back in his direction. You hear him lowly chuckle.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
© thekaykery 2021

(gif isn't mine)



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