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jinjikook · 7 years

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Best Of Me (M)

🎃 word count: 3k

🎃 genre: smut + fluff ; domestic au

🎃 pairing: reader/jeongguk

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): pet play, kitten + master, punishment, degradation, praise, oral sex, fingering, come eating, choking, bruising, use of collar + leash, aftercare

🎃 summary: you had just a few tasks to do at home and you forgot to complete them for your boyfriend/master; he seems to think a punishment is the most fitting way to treat the situation.

🎃 requested by: anon - “Kinktober... do you write pet play? If you do jungkook and his gf who’s a kitten (it doesn’t have to be ears and tail it could just be a collar/leash) with degradation/praise, some light bruising, maybe some breath play(?) with aftercare like cuddles and kisses falling asleep w/him as a protective big spoon”

🎃 music: ko ko bop + sweet lies - exo

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

His keys sounded against the faux marble countertop, a sign that he’d returned from visiting his aunt who was in the hospital for some strange reason. Jeongguk had reassured you that she was alright and that it was mostly a precaution that they took her there, asking you to continue today as normal.

As normal as it was for the two of you.

Jeongguk clicked his tongue, making kissy noises to coax you out of wherever you were. At the noise, you poked your head up from where you lay on the couch, catching up on some reading you’d meant to do earlier.

“You’re home!” You chirped, Jeongguk’s smile stretching across his face at the sight of you on the other side of the sofa.

“There’s my girl,” Jeongguk approached, hands coming up to pet at your hair as you stayed put, not having been told to move otherwise. “Did you behave while I was gone?” You nodded fervently, hands gesturing to the house to show that nothing was an inch out of place, having been a fairly tame day as you stayed in the same general vicinity of the living room while your boyfriend was out.

“I’m so glad to hear that, I’d assume you did your chores as well since you seem so satisfied.”

At the words, you swore your entire body froze so visibly that Jeongguk picked up on your tense figure almost immediately.

“Love, what’s the matter? Did you not do what I asked?”

You fidgeted on the couch, book long forgotten as you fiddled with your fingers, finding them exceedingly more interesting as the awkward and frustratingly long silence stretched with every second you didn’t answer Jeongguk.

“Oh no, it looks like I have a bad kitten on my hands, huh?” If you had ears to match your title with Jeongguk, they’d definitely be drooped and flat against your scalp by now.

As much as you’d been happy to have been good, you turned out to be quite disobedient without even meaning to. You had seriously lost track of time as you read chapter to chapter, so indulged in the storyline that Jeongguk was home before you’d even considered the small list of chores Jeongguk had asked you to take care of.

They weren’t even hard or took very long; things as simple as moving the clean dishes from the dishwasher to the cupboards or balling up the clean socks on top of the washing machine that he’d even made easier for you to do by already putting them in pairs for you to just grab and go.

“You know what bad kittens get, right Y/N?”

With a dejected sigh and a drop of your head, you nodded and looked to the floor as you answered.

“Yes, Master. Bad kittens get punished.”

“That’s right, and you know I’d prefer to praise my little kitten but unfortunately, you’ve ruined that opportunity for us. I can’t say I’m not disappointed but what else can I expect when your head is always in the clouds instead of where it should be, right on your shoulders?”

You gulped audibly, trying to keep your excitement to a minimum. Even though this was a punishment, it still always managed to fill your veins with a thrumming fire, a frosty burn that sent shivers up and down your spine at the mere thought of what Jeongguk was going to do to you with his strong hands.

“Since you need to learn some focus, how about I give you something to practice on?” Jeongguk’s hands began to work on his belt and tugging his zipper down, the sound reaching your ears and making your head nearly snap up just to catch sight of him undoing his pants. It was a slight obsession you had over his hands, watching the long digits on each hand deftly pulling his jeans down and pulling himself out of them. Even though he was visiting his own mother’s sister, it didn’t seem to be deemed necessary to wear underwear to the occasion, according to your boyfriend.

“C’mon kitten, have a taste,” He beckoned for you to get on the floor at his feet as he sat and settled on the slightly lumpy sofa. You scrambled down to get eye level with his length, watching with a tantalized gaze how it beaded precome and how it continued to swell in size as Jeongguk pumped it more and more. “But, don’t get distracted. No matter what, you stay focused on this.”

With a determined nod, you surged forward and began to lick kittenishly—no pun intended—along his cock, loving how it jumped with the contact of the wet muscle. One hand rose to hold him at the base, keeping him steady as you wrapped your lips around the head and sucked until the heady taste of his precome washed over your taste buds. You moaned around him, the vibrations nearly making Jeongguk forget what he’d planned and he had to regain his composure and tug at your hair to get you back on track.

His hands were playing with your locks—petting, pulling and stroking; seemingly innocent and the usual when you went down on him but he was punishing you, and it’d certainly have to be something more than just making you blow him because if you had to be entirely honest, that was something you loved to do; half the time he didn’t even have to ask you for such a thing.

While you were focused on getting him off, bobbing your head and running your tongue on the underside of his member, Jeongguk began to slide his hands further down, forcing him to bend forward some and push more of his cock into your mouth.

The intrusion was far from unwelcome but it was unexpected and you had to take a moment to adjust to the weight in the back of your mouth, just shy of your throat. In the meantime, Jeongguk had already started touching the skin of your neck, rubbing along where the collar he’d bought you laid.

It was velvety, soft to the touch but still tight and firm around your throat, so it wouldn’t slide off or anything. At the front was a small charm, a little silver heart with your named etched in. Something to claim you as his, as a kitten only for him.

Normally, you’d be able to suck Jeongguk off with ease, even taking him far into your throat and letting him fuck your mouth until you drooled and dribbled down his length. But this time was different, made harder by what Jeongguk had decided to punish you with.

His long fingers snuck under the band of your collar and already it was snapped tight against the column of your throat, taut enough that it made you aware of the tightness in your esophagus. But as he started to pull away from you, it only served to make the collar tighter, making air harder to take in especially with an intrusion already in the way.

You choked and gagged on Jeongguk, sputtering as you tried to pull off but Jeongguk wasn’t letting up.

Instead he spoke, in a dark and low tone that told you he was in the headspace of your Master and not your sweet, soft spoken boyfriend that’d returned initially.

“Where do you think you’re going, kitten? You have a task I’ve asked you to do. You already shirked on your responsibilities once today, and now you’re going to learn to stay focused.” To add more to his words, he tugged harder on the collar and effectively cut off your airflow as the same time as he thrusted into your hot, wet mouth. The sound was absolutely sinful and your hands found purchase on his defined thighs as you closed your eyes and focused on taking everything he was giving you in stride.

You had to obey, to be a good kitten for him.

“Atta girl, keep on going. Make Master come and maybe I’ll let you do the same, love.”

He gave your collar some slack, as a form of praise for not completely choking on his length and he pulled back a little, letting air greedily fill your lungs before he’d inevitably take it away again.

This game was back and forth, like ping pong for the sweet taste of oxygen. As he’d tighten his grip more, he’d only go further until you swore he was touching the complete bottom of your throat. It wasn’t possible, his size only being so big but it still felt like you were swallowing him whole, the lack of air only intensifying the sensation.

Your vision was becoming blurry, from the asphyxiation or the tears now beading along your eyes, it was anyone’s guess. It felt like it spanned for ages, having mere seconds to catch your breath before his hands and cock were back where they were previously, insistently pushing you along an edge that was both precarious and arousing.

“Gonna come, baby.” Jeongguk felt the need to step up the punishment, if only to fulfill the slight sadistic fire he felt brimming in his fingertips. His hands wrapped around your neck fully this time, no longer toying with the material of your collar and instead tightening there. It was so much more electrifying, a more gratuitous grip that caused butterflies to swarm in your brain.

At least, it felt like butterflies, though with the lights fluttering in your eye line, you thought they could easily be lightning bugs.

“Such a good slut, a good kitten for Master aren’t you?” Your boyfriend muttered, thumbs grazing your throat and feeling where he thought he’d be pulsing through. He vaguely wondered if when he came down your throat, would he be able to feel its warmth through your skin? As the thought pushed insistently in his mind, you whimpered and whined around his length, feeling him throb as your own consciousness waned.

His gripped didn’t falter, punishing pace still making headway into your mouth until he ultimately tightened, head jerking in your throat as your tongue milked him through his orgasm. You had no choice but to choke on his come, trying to breathe at the same time as he finally released you and his load at once.

Jeongguk pulled off, strings of saliva and creamy white come connecting to your sloppy, dirty mouth and he slumped back into the couch cushions, feeling satisfied both with the punishment and your performance.

Some instincts told you to clear your airways of his fluids and wipe your face clean from his remnants but the others knew better; you had to sit still and look pretty with your Master’s come for him to appreciate before being able to reclaim some of your dignity.

“Pretty kitty,” Jeongguk moaned appreciatively from where he sat, looking at you with what you could only name as love and lust intermingled into one. With two gorgeous fingers, he beckoned for you to come up to the couch with him and you wasted no time joining him.

He chuckled at your eagerness, helping you wipe away some of the mess on your face before kissing you long and drawn out, letting you lick around his mouth and make him taste himself on his tongue.

The good thing about being Jeongguk’s kitten meant you could lounge around in your underwear and collar, just as you were now. So this opened up to plenty of options for yourself—for ways for you to come, that is.

“Kitten, how do you wanna come? You took your punishment so well, I think you deserve a reward.” You nodded at his musings before grabbing his hand in your own, running your fingers over the veins and callouses he’d gained over years of labor. “My hands, is that what you want?”

You hummed appreciatively and started to guide his hand into your underwear but Jeongguk had drawn it back, snatching it from your grip and making you pout and whine like a petulant child.

“Now, now, no need to pout like that, love. Just want you to go get your leash, s’all.” He drawled, and you nearly bolted off his lap to head into your bedroom to retrieve the leather leash he’d gotten to attach to your collar at times when deemed necessary.

Within seconds, you were back on his lap and eager to proceed and finish where you’d left off. Jeongguk chuckled at the speed at which you’d moved, wasting no time in snapping it into place on the silver ring by your heart charm and tugging a bit, checking if it was working right.

He seemed satisfied with it and pulled you further up into his lap, seating you at the crook of his hip, before pushing his hand into your underwear and giving you a few tentative touches. The wetness there didn’t surprise him, knowing you’d loved taking the punishment as much as he’d loved dishing it out.

Jeongguk licked his lips and pressed his fingers further, shallowly thrusting up inside you to feel exactly just how wet you’d gotten for him.

“Mmm, my little kitten just loves to suck Master’s cock, hmm? Look at how wet you are, love. Just absolutely drenched, my fingers are slipping right into this hot, little cunt of yours,” And with that, he’d began to fuck his fingers into you at a languid pace—nothing too rushed or hurried, just enough for you to come comfortably.

He let you move on your own accord, grinding and rubbing his fingers where you needed them the most. Jeongguk just sat back and enjoyed the show, his own desperate kitten fucking herself on her Master’s finger for sweet, sweet relief.

Ecstasy washed over you as the pads of his fingers touched the tightening walls inside you, wetness dripping down his digits the more aroused you got. You didn’t dare hold back any of your moans, for fear of what Jeongguk would do to you if you did.

To his satisfaction, you bounced on his lap, shamelessly working yourself until you finally came, whimpering his name in a thousand different shades and octaves. Jeongguk smirked at your body curled tight around him, feeling you get infinitely tighter before the sensitivity got to be too much and you rose off his hand, seating next to him breathlessly.

Jeongguk brought his hand up to his face, inspecting the glistening digits and the state you’d left them in before pushing them against your lips and looking you dead in the eye.

“You’ve made a mess of my fingers, be a good slut and suck. Get them clean for me,” He pushed past the seam of your lips and you made sure to lick around every nook and cranny, not a crevice left untouched. Once it was to his liking, he yanked his hand out from your mouth and got up, not even bothering with redressing in the jeans that he left pooled by the sofa. He instead went to the bedroom to dress in his pajamas, ready to sleep the night away.

You felt a little vulnerable, having been left just shy of nude on the couch, underwear wet with past arousal and a slight feeling of shame burning in your belly. You pushed it aside and bent down to pick up Jeongguk’s abandoned clothes, taking them to the laundry hamper in the bathroom before doing what you were supposed to do earlier.

Once finished, you joined Jeongguk in the bedroom, stopping in front of the vanity on the dresser to inspect the damage from your punishment.

Underneath your collar was a bruised imprint, a metaphorical collar etched into your skin. Just under that was the shape of Jeongguk’s hands—the very thing you loved so much—matching the light bruise of your collar.

“Baby, c’mere.” Jeongguk called you over and you snuggled into the covers with him, trying to will away the gross feeling in your tummy.

“You did so well today, ‘m real proud of you.” He petted at your hair again, though this time there were no dirty advances or filthy intentions. Instead, it was all good natured; meant to calm you down as he cooed kind praises and eased the flip-flopping in your midsection. “My lovely little kitten, the best I could ever ask for.”

He smiled into your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead before turning you over, spooning you and rubbing circles over your tummy—oddly enough, right where you felt the unease burrowed. He seemed to will it away with his soft touch, telling you all the things about his day and making your heartrate go down.

You interrupted, feeling bad for doing so but still feeling the incessant need to apologize.

“I’m sorry.”

He paused mid-sentence to stare at the back of your head.

“And what exactly are you sorry for?”

You gnawed on your lip, feeling both stupid and weak for admitting having done wrong.

“For not doing what you asked of me. I shouldn’t have let myself get so distracted. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

He began to laugh breathlessly behind you, unable to show you his expression in this position. It only made you want to shrink smaller—he was laughing at you, how shameful is that?

“Love, you don’t need to apologize for that. It’s not like you have to do that stuff, you know it’s okay for you to do your own things, right? This was just a little playtime, you’ve been only the best kitten, I swear.”

You burrowed deeper in Jeongguk’s embrace and he held you tighter, speaking sweet nothings and making you finally feel those lightning bugs inside your stomach instead of your brain.

The two of you drifted off to sleep, his dreams consisting of work and friends and being with you, while your own were of fluffy clouds and leather collars, Jeongguk pulling you along to play in the spooly puffs and making you giggle as he’d fall face first into mounds of the white pillows.

Jeongguk simply held you all night and with his warmth, you slept the entire night and half the morning away.

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