"Say it again," you murmur, rolling your hips slowly, watching the way Chan's breath hitches beneath you. His fingers dig into your thighs, blunt nails leaving half moons in your skin, but he doesn't dare move — not unless you tell him to.
"You're filthy," you tell him, not unkindly, dragging a thumb over his bottom lip. His mouth falls open instantly, obedient, and you can see the way his throat works as he swallows, like he’s already tasting what he’s about to beg for.
he tries thrusting up into you but stopping short when you click your tongue. "Please," he gasps, pupils blown wide, chest heaving, "Please, just—"
"please what again?" you tease, slowing your hips to a maddening stop, your thighs bracketing his trembling body. "Use your words, baby."
Chan whimpers, the sound punched out of him when you roll your hips just once, just enough to make his back arch off the bed. "spit," he chokes out, voice wrecked, "In my—in my mouth, please, please—"
The laugh that slips from your lips is low, indulgent, you don’t let him move, pressing a palm flat against his stomach to pin him down.
His mouth is still open, lips slick with saliva, and you can see the faint tremor in his jaw as he waits — always waiting, so good for you.
"so desperate," you muse, dragging your thumb along his lower lip again, this time pressing down just hard enough to make him whine. His tongue darts out instinctively, wetting your skin, and you hum approvingly. "Look at you. Begging for it like some cheap slut." The words make him grip on your waist even tighter, his cock twitching inside you as a fresh wave of heat pulses between your thighs.
You lean forward, letting your hair curtain around both of your faces, close enough that his ragged breaths fog against your lips. His eyes are wild, unfocused, "open," you murmur, wrapping a hand around his throat, and he obeys instantly.
You let the spit pool in your mouth for a second, just to watch his chest stutter with anticipation, his hips jerking helplessly beneath you like he’s already halfway there, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. When you finally let it fall, it lands heavy on his tongue, and the sound he makes is filthy, a punched out groan that rattles his ribs as his entire body seizes up beneath you.
and that's not surprisingly all it took
"Gonna—" he manages, his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering, and for a second, he looks ruined, his lips still parted around your spit, his throat working as he swallows it down like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
"Gonna cum, fuck, I’m—" The warning spills out of him, broken, his voice cracking as his fingers claw at your hips to frantically fuck up into you.
You don’t stop him —couldn’t even if you wanted to, not with the way his hips stutter beneath you, his cock jerking inside you as his orgasm rips through him without warning.
His back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he spills into you in hot, pulsing waves. His thighs shake against yours, his breath coming in ragged, punched out gasps as he fell apart beneath you.
your fingers comb through the sweat damp hair at his temples, watching his eyelashes flutter as he struggles to focus on your face. His chest heaves, his skin flushed pink "Just a little spit in your mouth, and you fell apart like that?"
a/n: 'reader' bouta make me bust and Im the one writing her
Author’s Notes: I feel bad for leaving y’all with nothing, so here’s something short to hold you over while I work on a wooyoung nsfw alphabet. I don’t know when it will be posted, but keep your eyes out for it ;)
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You and Jungwoo had recently started sharing an apartment. You had never been the type to live well with others, but somehow you and Jungwoo made it work. The fact that the both of you were often so busy you weren’t in the apartment at the same time definitely made things easier.
9:52 p.m.
You had just gotten back from one of the toughest days you’d had in a while. All you wanted to do was shower, eat, and sleep.
As soon as you turned the keys in the lock, your gut told you something was off. The lights were on but it was dead silent. You chalked it up to Jungwoo forgetting to turn the lights off before going to bed, something you would need to talk to him about in the morning. Right now, you just needed clothes to sleep in.
Approaching your door, that strange feeling was back again and this time even stronger. In the hallway leading to your bedroom, you could hear the faintest noises. You couldn’t make out what they were, but you could tell they were coming from the end of the hall.
Slowly, you crept your way down the hall, careful to disturb any creaky pieces of wood. Now you could hear the sound clear as day and it made your heart drop. You could hear moaning coming from your bedroom. High pitched and breathy. Each moan accompanied by a squeak of your bed.
You stood by the door, listening. You didn’t exactly know for what, you just couldn’t bring yourself to storm in yet. You supposed you were waiting for some indication of another person besides Jungwoo there.
You waited and waited and the only sound you heard was the sound of moans and squeaky bed frames getting louder. You couldn’t stand by and listen anymore you had to confront him and whoever you suspected he was with.
Opening the door, you were met with a sight you least expected. Jungwoo was on the bed, clad in nothing but baby blue socks, bouncing on a oil-covered dildo. His delicate hands stroked his cock with the fluidity only a dancer possessed. His eyes were closed, long eyelashes noticeably moist with tears. His jaw was slack, lips puffy and red while he let out the most wanton moans you had ever heard leave him.
“Yes, please. Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Jungwoo trailed off, letting his last plea die in his throat with a desperate whine. You could tell he was close to orgasm just by the way he balled his fists into the sheets and bounced almost inhumanly fast on the girthy black dildo he had undoubtedly stolen from your box of toys. In any other circumstance, you would be mad, but seeing him so needy and unashamed, a side of himself he had been careful to never show you, all anger fell to the wayside and was replaced with lust, curiosity, and eagerness.
“Mmmh Y/n god… you feel so good… ahh,” you could feel yourself getting hot at the display. Somehow Jungwoo had yet to notice you, even though you felt you had opened the door pretty loudly. Not that you were complaining, of course.
Soon the moans died down and were replaced with whines and cries as thick white ropes of cum coated his toned stomach, dripping down his red hot length before shooting into the air, covering one of his nipples and mixing with the thin sheen of sweat you could see glisten off him from the overhead lighting.
His breathing was ragged and every few seconds you could see him shake with the hazy tingles of aftershock circulating through his thoroughly exhausted body. The dildo that was still sitting comfortably inside him shifted as he breathed through the after effects. Slowly, he lifted himself from it, muscular thighs visibly shaking with the force it took to lift his weight, especially after such an intense orgasm.
The dildo flopped against the sheets unceremoniously and Jungwoo used his shaky hands to prop himself up. His eyes were still closed and he had yet to notice your presence. You simply stood in silence to see how long it would take before he finally noticed you there.
His eyes opened but he still failed to notice you, looking down at the soiled sheets he would inevitably have to wash. It wasn’t until you cleared your throat that his head snapped your direction and he gasped loudly, quickly grabbing a sheet in an attempt to cover himself like you hadn’t seen every crevice of his body more times than you could count.
“Y-y/n! I… I didn’t hear you come in…” he almost whispered, eyes wide and cheeks scarlet with embarrassment. You giggled, walking towards the soiled bed and your bashful lover, who seemed so far removed from the whorish display you had seen only a few moments ago he barely seemed like the same person. Instinctively, he wrapped his hand around the sheet and pulled to cover more of himself. “Clearly,” you mused, grabbing Jungwoo’s face in your hands, kissing his puffy lips, the lips you’d missed so much, words couldn’t even describe.
“I-I’m sorry, I tried waiting, but I was just so horny and you were taking so long I…” he trailed off, stopping when he felt your hand press to his lips in an attempt to shush his rushed explanation.
“I’m not angry, Woo,” you soothed, feeling him relax in your hold, his once tense shoulders falling with the weight of disappointing you off his conscious. His smile warmed your heart as you left another kiss to his mouth, longer and more tender than last time, “I do have one question, though,” you asked, smiling at the way he perked up, staring with the most adorable puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.
“Yes?”
“How come you’re never that loud with me?” You teased, laughing at the blush that once again coated his pale features. You pushed him against the bed, falling on top of him, making the both of you bust out in a fit of giggles.
“Because that’s humiliating,” Jungwoo responded between giggles, gripping onto your waist while you peppered his cheeks with kisses and love bites.
“I can think of far more humiliating things,” you said, looking into his glowing eyes.
“No. Don’t even, I don’t need you getting anymore ideas,” he responded, eyeing you the way a parent eyes their misbehaving child when they don’t want to cause a scene in public. You just winked before getting off the bed with a groan.
“I always have ideas, baby. Now, do you want to come take a shower with me or not?” You asked, already heading towards the closet to get some well-needed pajamas.
“Obviously. Is that even a question?” Jungwoo responded, hopping up to trail behind like an eager puppy.
“Watch the attitude, mister. Just because I didn’t punish you for playing without me this time doesn’t mean I won’t punish you in the future,” your tone wasn’t completely threatening, but if Jungwoo was smart he wouldn’t test you.
“Yes, right. I’m sorry,” Jungwoo replied, leaving a shy kiss to your shoulder. Though, he liked to push your buttons, Jungwoo always remembered his place. Sometimes he just needed a little reminder, is all.
content: sub changbin, dom reader, pegging, lots of teasing, slight dumbification, binnie cries a little, male squirting, praise, handjob, female reader
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“One, two, three. One, two, three. Just like that, okay?”
Changbin’s breath came out in shudders, so noisy that you wondered if he could even hear you over them. Judging by his scrunched up nose and furrowed eyebrows coming together to form an adorable look of concentration, you doubted it. He was focused on one thing and one thing only.
“Binnie,” you sang. “Are you listening to me?”
Just to make sure you had his full attention, you brought the steady roll of your hips to a halt, keeping your strap buried inside him, but denying him the friction that had wiped all coherent thoughts from his brain. His body rocked for a few seconds more even after you’d stopped, operating purely off muscle memory. Then, it turned into squirming, hips twisting helplessly in the sheets to try and regain the buildup of pleasure he’d suddenly lost. You watched him wiggle around, half-amused, half-endeared as he finally blinked his hazy eyes open to process what was going on.
“Mm?” he mumbled; drowsy, like he’d been stirred from a dream. “S-sorry? I didn’t…”
His gaze fully refocused to find you smiling down at him. On your end, you could’ve sworn his pupils dilated just a little bit more, painting his irises black and glazing them over. They looked so innocent, you’d never guess what he was really pleading for.
“I said,” you began playfully, running your palms up his twitching thighs just to tease him. They felt especially thick under your touch with all the tension they were holding, you couldn’t resist digging your nails into his flesh, hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents behind. The tight clench of his muscles was almost as satisfying as the sweet little gasp he let out. “Are you listening to me?”
Changbin swallowed down the saliva that had begun pooling in his mouth, sucking in a deep breath to find his voice again. “O-oh, yeah.” He shifted on the mattress to inch himself closer to you, as if your strap didn’t already have him filled to the near brim. “Yeah, listening. Sorry.”
“What number are we on, baby?”
He paused, doll-like lips curving deep into a pout. It was almost cute enough for you to let him off easy—almost.
“I…I don’t—” he chuckled nervously, eyes flickering to the side. “F-four?” You shook your head. “Five?”
You could tell he was growing restless, even when he was doing his best to behave himself. His dick twitched against his stomach, crying out for you to just forget about the count and start thrusting into him again. All the blood in his system must’ve pooled hot in his abdomen by now, you couldn’t even blame him for not being able to think straight.
“S-sorry, I really can’t remember,” he stuttered, embarrassed. “Again?”
It was the second or third time Changbin had lost track by now, and he once again found himself cursing the second he’d ever let his pride rope him into this tortuous little game you’d proposed. He’d never been one to back down from a challenge, even if it was a challenge that you both knew full well he’d fail miserably at. That, combined with his insatiable need to impress you clouding his better judgment, had him playing right into your hands.
“I can multitask!” he’d protested. “Do you know how much work it takes to be this cute and sexy at the same time?”
“So much work,” you’d agreed solemnly, trying not to crack a smile over the defensive squeak in his voice. “Then this should be no problem for you, right?”
From the moment you’d first bottomed out inside him, Changbin had gotten the sense that he’d already lost.
“I’m trying to help you, baby,” you pouted down at him. His eyes fluttered shut as you dragged your index finger along his plump, wet lips, mesmerized with the cute popping sound they made every time you prodded at them. “If you’re too dumb to count by yourself, just repeat after me.”
“N-no, Binnie’s smart,” he insisted, muffled by your finger. His legs squeezed around your waist like they had a mind of their own, trying to rub against each other and generate some friction. “Not dumb. I can do it, lemme do it.”
“Yeah? Let’s try and make it past three this time.” You gave his cheek an affectionate pat. A shiver ran through his body as your hands glided down to his hips, gripping his soft flesh to stabilize yourself before inching out of him bit by bit.
Immediately, Changbin’s attempt at counting was cut off by his own whine, stretching out for every second the silicone dragged along his walls. Then, you heard it, shaky and breathless as you pushed back inside him.
“O-one.”
His stomach rose sharply under your palms as you pulled out a second time. Before you’d even snapped your hips forward again, he gasped out a “two”, all too eagerly. You giggled, waiting a few extra seconds just to test his patience
“Two,” he repeated with a tinge of desperation. He looked lost, like he was genuinely wondering if he’d already managed to mess up the order somehow.
You felt a tinge of pity; he really was trying his hardest for you. So, you followed through, deciding to take it slow this time so he actually stood a chance in counting your thrusts. His foggy brain was grateful for it, but his body, not so much.
“Th-three—ah. Three. Faster, please?” he barely got the words out in time before he felt that delicious stretch again, coaxing an especially high moan. “F-four.”
You could practically taste the hunger rolling off his skin in warm waves. Every needy noise that grew louder his throat, every jerk of his hips begged you for more, even if he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up with it. His teeth sank into his bottom lip when you pushed back inside of him without missing a beat—faster, just like he’d asked for, and as deep as your position would allow. You dragged your hands up and down his stomach in unison with the slide of your strap; such a simple touch, but enough to disrupt his concentration all over again.
“Fi—” he began. His voice failed him, cracking pitifully as you grabbed his bouncing chest at the very same instant you brushed against his sweet spot, digging your fingers hard into the plush skin. “F…f-fi…fuck.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back against the pillows as his resolve fully crumbled. The sensation of your palms pressing against his nipples was already dizzying enough, but once you took the hardened buds between your fingers and pinched, he was a complete goner. He made no effort to keep counting even when you didn’t stop rocking your hips, instead letting his mouth hang open uselessly, spilling out another long, shameless moan that made goosebumps rise on your skin. Just a few strokes in, and he was already so far gone.
You let him get away with it for a bit longer, taking the time to admire his dark, messy curls sprawled out against the white pillowcase, even fluffier than usual from all his tossing and turning. Everything about him was so soft. His pecs spilled out between your fingers as you pawed at them, his full cheeks were flushed red and his lips were swollen into a cute, puffy ring after how much he’d nibbled on them. It took all your willpower to not give in to the irresistible sight and keep pounding into him until his head really was too empty to think anymore.
“So pretty, Binnie. Wanna keep you like this forever,” you murmured. You could feel his heartbeat pick up over the praise, pulsing faster under your palms. Then, all at once, you forced your hips to stop and snapped him out of his daze yet again. “But a pretty boy like you still needs to listen.”
“M-mmph,” he mewled. His body chased after your touch, protesting the loss before he even fully realized what was going on. “N-no. Sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t stop, please?”
“I only stop when you stop.” Your hum was deceptively sympathetic as you watched him fist the sheets in frustration, biceps bulging and chest heaving. His throat bobbed as you closed his slack jaw and tilted his chin up, brushing your thumb delicately over his tiny scar to urge him to look at you. “What’s got you so distracted, hm? What’s on my baby’s mind?”
He forced his eyes open again, so dark that you could see yourself reflected in them clear as day. They gave you your answer before he even said it.
“You,” he breathed. It was a reply he’d normally be proud of, but with the way you were staring him down from above, he couldn’t stop a sheepish giggle from rising in his throat, lips twitching at their corners and cheeks bunching up.
“Me?” you echoed. “Or this?”
You slid your strap back inside him in one sharp thrust, angling it so that the tip rolled against the roof of his walls and hit his prostate perfectly. He cried out as if on command, high-pitched and sweet. “Ah! Yes, r-right there.”
Even your own rules were becoming less convincing of a reason to deny him when you knew those were the kinds of sounds you’d be missing out on. But you were on a mission, today; teaching Changbin how to multitask, or, toying with his body until he couldn’t take it anymore—whichever came first.
“There’s my answer.” You feigned disappointment, flattening your palm against his stomach and pressing down right around where you guessed the head of your strap had reached inside him. “All you care about is being filled up, huh, baby?”
“N-no, no.” His hand pawed around blindly in the sheets for a moment before he found you, grabbing on to your wrist and pushing your hand harder against the soft pudge of his tummy. You weren’t sure if he’d done it just to gain some kind of stimulation, or because he was just aching to be as close to you as physically possible, but to his credit, he forced himself not to lose his train of thought even as the sensation had his eyes rolling back.
“Binnie’s a good boy. ‘M only like this ‘cause of you. I need you, please.”
He was right; he was such a good boy. He could forget how to count, forget how to close his mouth, forget how to listen, but he’d never ever forget how to say please. That was something you didn’t have to teach him. Still, you didn’t give him what he wanted just yet, instead tracing gentle patterns on his skin, just above where his cock was leaking out tiny drops of precum. It took a few moments for him to connect the dots, but finally, he rasped out the word you were looking for.
“Four…n-no, wait, it was five,” he stammered. “Please, don’t stop, please?”
“Good boy,” you cooed. Grabbing hold of his thighs, you used all your strength to pull your bodies closer together, lifting his legs and settling them around your waist for easier access. A cute, flustered giggle escaped him as he scooted down the mattress, melting into a sigh of pleasure when you were able to nestle your strap even deeper inside him than before.
His fingers sank into the sheets, gripping them so tight that you could see the muscles in his forearms flexing. “S-six,” he gritted out. “M-mm, feels so good. More, please, more.”
The sound of skin on skin began to fill the room as you finally picked up your pace like Changbin had been begging for. You made every stroke count; deep and heavy, pulling out until just the head of your strap was left teasing his entrance, then sliding all the way back inside until your hips smacked against the back of his thighs. The new position immediately took a toll on him, you could tell by the growing lapse in his counting. Every time you left his walls fluttering around nothing, it took a few seconds before he remembered to call out the next number, just so he could feel the relief of you burying the toy inside him again.
“Nine,” he gasped. The building pressure in his core drained his concentration little by little, making for an adorable show of reactions for you the more his self-control slipped. Every pretty sound he made rang out in the thick, hot air around you, unrestrained and heavenly. Your gaze fell from his blissed out face to where his dick laid half-hard against his stomach, bouncing from the impact of your movements. It gave you an idea.
Changbin choked on his next number as you brought your hand to his head, scooping up the tiny beads of precum and curling your fingers around it. You felt him swell in your grip almost instantly, and when you began to pump his cock along with your thrusts, he fully throbbed in your hands with a fresh wave of heat.
“El-elev—ngh,” he slurred out, barely intelligible. “Three…four. No, t-ten.”
“Four? Ten?” you mimicked. “That’s not right, baby. Try again.”
You swirled your thumb around his leaking tip, effectively fizzling out the last of his thoughts. It was hopeless; the strokes of your hand were mixing up with the pump of your strap, muddling his everything together until he couldn’t distinguish between the pleasure. “Six…n-no, ah. Good, so good. I c-can’t—”
“You usually listen so well, Binnie,” you frowned. “What happened to my good boy?”
Changbin bit down on his bottom lip, so hard that you worried his cute little fang might dig deep enough to split the plush skin. You timed your thrusts seamlessly with the rhythm of your hand, sinking down on his cock as you pulled out of him, and gliding back up his length as you bottomed out again.
“Y-your hand,” he whimpered. “It’s confusing me, I can’t…feels too good.”
“Should I stop touching you, then?”
You released him from your grip, letting his dick fall against his stomach to twitch over the loss. His hips surged up in protest, a soft whine spilling out of him and growing even louder when you pulled your strap out of him in one fluid motion, leaving his walls clenching wildly for you.
“No, no,” he groaned, locking his ankles around your waist to try and bring you closer. “Please, ‘m so close. Please.”
Taking the silicone into your hand, you lined it up with his entrance, pressing the tip just hard enough against him to add an exhilarating pressure. His reaction didn’t disappoint; a full-body shudder, rippling through his muscular thighs, making his chest jump and his biceps tighten.
“You want it, baby?” you asked sweetly, circling the head of the toy around his rim.
“Yes, yes, please.” The way he rolled his body was nothing short of sinful, you almost gave in right there. His tiny grunts of frustration only grew the more your strap prodded at his hole, teasing the sensitive nerve-endings without giving him the satisfaction of slipping back inside. “Please, b-been so good. Give it to me, please.”
“I know, baby.” You inched the toy away before he could get any real stimulation out of it, brushing its slick tip against his inner thighs in a playful taunt. “Just tell me where we left off, and I’ll fuck you like a good boy.”
Changbin shot you a look of pure helplessness, eyebrows scrunching in dismay as it dawned on him what you wanted.
“I-I…I don’t remember,” he mumbled, not even trying to muster up a guess before he surrendered. “I got it all mixed up, I can’t—”
“I thought Binnie was smart?”
He squeaked in protest as you pulled your strap completely away with a click of your tongue. “I am! I a-am. Again, please? I’ll try again.”
It wouldn’t make a difference, he knew that as well as you did. But he said it anyway, as a last resort—anything to feel you stretching him out again, anything to hear you whisper honeyed praises into his ear as he fell apart for you.
“You’re hopeless, baby,” you murmured, brushing back his fluffy bangs to reveal his eyes. They were wide as moons, full of desperation and welling up with tears at their corners.
“Please.” The droplets spilled over before he could blink them away. You softened as they trickled down his flushed cheeks, darkening his eyelashes and glazing over his pupils.
“You’re crying?” Gently, you cupped his face to soothe him. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin as you wiped away his stray tears, only for new ones to take their place again. “You want it that bad, angel?”
The wet gleam in his eyes spoke for itself, but still, he managed a tiny nod.
“You look so pretty like this,” you marveled, rubbing the pad of your thumb under his eye to scoop up another bead trailing down his face.
Despite himself, Changbin perked up over your words. “Pretty?” he sniffled.
“Mm.” A mix of lube and tears smeared his skin as you tilted his chin up, looking him straight in his eyes to admire the fresh droplets gathering at their edges. They caught the light like rhinestones, a visual captivating enough for you to give him anything his heart desired in that moment. “Beautiful boy. My pretty little crybaby.”
Changbin’s nose scrunched up, a shy, downturned smile tugging at his lips. He knew there was a condescending hint to your words, but when they were spoken so sweetly, when you called him pretty in that voice—when you called him yours in that voice—he could do nothing but melt.
“Seriously. Don’t you like me too much?” He pawed your hand away in embarrassment, but you didn’t miss how his face lit up, visibly yearning for more compliments, for your approval.
You let out a fond hum. Just like that, you’d found the key to keeping him motivated. He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise as you took hold of your strap, realigning it with his entrance.
“Let’s try again.” You tapped the head of the toy against his rim, just to bask in the way it made him wriggle in the sheets. “Show me how good you are, baby.”
He nodded again, still timid, but revitalized by your encouragement. His lips puckered into a cute little rosebud for you, and with a soft giggle, you took the hint, leaning down to press them against yours. The wet trails on his cheeks cooled your skin as you kissed him, slowly, dragging your lips past the corner of his mouth to kiss away away his tears, too. His shaky sigh fanned out around you, warm and feather-light as you sank back into him, all the way to the hilt of your strap.
“One.”
You rested one hand on the mattress, bringing the other back to his dripping cock. It was still fully hard even after being neglected so long, jerking gratefully in your palm as you began to stroke it again.
“Two. Th—mm—three.”
“That’s my boy,” you praised. “I know you can do it for me.”
You matched the rock of your hips with the glide of your hand, just as you’d been doing before. It immediately took effect on Changbin, slurring his speech and making his face scrunch up. But he kept trying for you.
“Four…ah, please.”
“Good boy. Keep it up, okay?” You rolled your strap against his sweet spot, teasing it repeatedly with the curved silicone tip before pulling out again.
“Five. F-five, again, please.”
You indulged him. “Doing so well for me, Binnie,” you crooned, swiping your thumb over his swollen head and making his hips buck. “My smart boy. My good boy.”
“Mm, mm. Binnie’s smart. Your s-smart boy,” he agreed. He was so simple; spurred on by your doting, even as that familiar, hot coil in his abdomen started nipping at the edges of his mind again. “Your g’boy…ngh. So good.”
More tears trickled from the corners of his eyes as he squeezed them shut, trying to get ahold of his thoughts long enough to get out the next number. You were being so patient with him, so kind to him, he had to do his best for you.
“Six,” he whimpered. A new wave of droplets spilled over, this time, because the pleasure was growing too strong to bear. You picked up your pace as you drank in the addictive sight; his clenching stomach, tear-stained face, his bulging muscles grasping at the sheets. He deserved it when he took it all so well and looked so good doing it.
“Seven, eight—close! I c-can’t—!”
“Almost there, baby. Just a little more,” you encouraged him. “You’re so perfect like this. Don’t you wanna show me how pretty you look when you cum for me?”
His dick stiffened in your hand, both over your words and the way you wrapped your palm around its sticky tip. The squelching noise that each roll of your hand created started to mess with his head again, distracting him from his count.
“C’mon Binnie, you’re so close. Don’t give up now.”
“Ten, n-no, nine? Nine—?”
He clenched his jaw, hips surging up and walls tightening around your strap like he was afraid you might pull out at any moment. It was useless. No matter how desperately he tried to concentrate, the pressure in his stomach consumed everything else, emptying his mind a little more each time you filled him up. “S-sorry, ‘m sorry. It’s so good, t-too good.”
“I know, baby,” you purred, sensing that he’d reached his limit. “It’s okay, let it all out for me.”
Changbin’s words melted into moans again as you thrust into him with more force, giving him no chance to brace himself for each dizzying stroke, let alone keep track of them anymore. He wasn’t sure if it was because of how tortuously long the buildup to his climax had been, but the sensation creeping up on him felt more intense than usual, like a dam of water waiting to break. Everything felt amplified—the drag of the silicone along his ridges, the sensitivity of his nerve-endings at every point of contact, the dancing of your fingers around his cock—it was all dialed up to a hundred.
You thumbed at his leaking slit, unprepared for just how powerful of a reaction it’d elicit from him. He stiffened beneath you as a jolt of pleasure shot straight to his core, breaking the dam loose all at once.
Changbin’s broken sob sent a shiver down your spine. He arched his back off the mattress as his orgasm racked his body, spurting his release against the pad of your thumb. You stopped rocking your hips to admire him, completely taken by the sight unfolding before you. His cock pulsed in your hand with every wave of pleasure that passed through him, spraying out more cum than you’d ever seen before. It was noticeably different from the sticky white ropes you were used to—watery and messy. The streams splattered against his contracting stomach, glazing his skin with a translucent layer of fluid and coating your hand in the process.
He was panting by the time the last few drops of his release spilled from his aching head. Even as it dribbled down his hips and sank into the sheets underneath him, he didn’t quite understand what had happened, far too preoccupied with the tiny aftershocks rippling through his body.
Your fingers uncurled from his dick, letting it fall limply against his ruined stomach. He flinched as you ran your hand over his soft, soaked flesh, still hypersensitive after the climax that had shaken him more intensely than either of you bargained for.
“Look at that, baby,” you marveled, holding up your dripping fingers for him to see. “Your dick’s crying, too.”
Changbin’s eyes fluttered open, shiny with residual teardrops. They widened when he registered why his skin felt so wet, why the bed beneath him felt so sticky and warm, and why his muscles felt deliciously sore, like when he stretched them after a good workout. His cheeks flushed beet red, legs squeezing around your waist in a pointless attempt to cover himself.
“Oh my God. I c-can’t believe—” His face was hot with shame as he buried it into his palms, muffling a noise that sounded something between a giggle and a miserable wail. “I didn’t mean to. W-wait, don’t look, please.”
His babbling trailed off when you stroked his stomach, a gentle touch that masked how fast your heart was still racing over the effect you’d had on his body. You wanted to make it happen again.
“That was intense,” you murmured. “Are you okay, Binnie?”
He couldn’t find the courage in him to reply, too mortified to face you after making such a wreck of himself, too dazed to string a proper sentence together. All he could manage was peeking out shyly between his fingers.
You rested your hands over his to tug them away from his eyes and get a look at him. A soft objection rumbled in his throat, but he let you, anyway, mustering all his self-control to not shove his face in the pillows and hide away from your stare.
“M okay,” he reassured you quietly.
“Felt good?”
“Good,” he mumbled. “Too good. Wh-what did you do?”
“Ask yourself that, baby,” you drawled. Changbin shivered as you gave his hips a squeeze, an embarrassing mewl slipping past his lips when he clenched around your strap reflexively and realized it was still nestled deep inside him. “Look at the pretty little mess you made for me.”
Changbin let out another low whine. He gave up on maintaining eye contact, turning his head to squish his heated cheeks against the pillow. “Binnie’s shy.”
“You’re so cute.” You ran your fingers through his messy curls to ease his mind, relieved when you felt some of his tension relieve under your touch. “Do you have any idea how hot that was?”
Your words seemed to snap him back to his senses, clearing the fog in his head and reminding him of how he’d even reached this point in the first place. He made a tiny grunt of effort as he scrambled to prop himself up on his unsteady elbows, eyes widening with guilt. When he spoke, his voice was shot, edged with a delicious rasp after how much he’d strained it.
“I…” he giggled nervously. “I-I lost count again.”
You puffed out a light laugh of your own. Even you had completely forgotten about keeping track of your thrusts after watching Changbin fall apart so beautifully for you. Your little experiment may not have worked out, but you were far more interested in the outcome, anyway.
“Guess we’ll just have to keep practicing, yeah? Until we find out how many it takes for you to cum for me like that again.”
my brain. has been so occupied. with sub yeo. for like a whole week at least. like my every other thought is sub yeosang HELLPP 😭 hes just. such a pretty princess type of boy ya know? i need to praise him so hes all shy nd giggly and to boss him around a bit (gently ofc hes too sweet for me to imagine treating too harshly im mostly soft dom) AWASDGGFDV AND someone pointed out that he looked like he had very short shorts or boxers on in a recent live nd it makes me think of being on a facetime call with him nd noticing it and being like "can you lower the camera a bit for me baby?" and hes like a bit shy nd blushy but he does it! nd like asking him to do stuff like lift his shirt nd he gets turned on by it all nd ANYWAY IM DIZZY ILL SHUT UP NOW SO THIS DOESNT GET TOO LONG JSJDNDN
He’d appreciate a soft doting dom so much omg. He loves hearing you tell him he’s a good boy, loves being a good boy for you, and his need pushes past any shyness he feels. Imagine that facetime call and you ask if he can be a good boy and lower the camera for you. He blushes, but of course he can be a good boy for you, so he obeys without question. Your tongue darts out and sweeps over your lip at the sight of his thighs, just eyeing the hints of muscle you can see peeking out from his shorts, and the heat on his face intensifies. You hone in on that sight, watching the rise and fall of his breath, watching the bulge in his boxers get more and more prominent by the moment.
“Good boy” you murmur, and he shudders in front of you because fuck he loves when your voice gets all low and seductive like this. Your leering gaze makes him shy, but also turns him on so fucking much, loving that he can have this effect on you. He not so subtly lets his legs fall open, letting you see more of his thighs. He leans back on his hands, waiting for your next command. In a voice just as sultry as before, you ask if he can be a good boy and take off his shirt for you. With a shaky breath, he nods, quickly shedding his top and letting you get a good look at his bare chest. His blush deepens as it sinks in that he’s basically doing a cam show for you, putting himself on display, but it turns him on, knowing this little show is for your eyes only.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby. Wish I was there so I could play with you myself.” You shamelessly praise him, and his cock twitches at your filthy words.
“Since I’m not there, can you be a good boy and play with yourself for me?” You suggest, and his heart palpitates so fast he swears it’ll burst out of his chest. Apparently the prospect of putting on a show for real was enough to make him fully hard, and like the good boy he is, he frees his cock and lets you enjoy the enticing sight of him stroking his cock.
"That's my good boy. Keep going just like that." You encourage him, your eyes following the motion of his hand as if hypnotized. With a nod and a breathy moan, he nods, getting himself off for you like the good boy he is.
Sub!Hyunjin x gn!reader (though there is mention of panties and breasts), pet names (baby, pretty boy), oral (m receiving), very, very light CBT
Author’s Note: this new piercing makes me feral so I needed a little wip of Hyunjin to express the feelings coursing through my brain ever since the eyebrow piercing was unveiled. Enjoy. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.
“Baby, we can’t. I-I have to practice,” he whined as you kissed his neck, holding onto his thighs so he couldn’t go anywhere. It’s not like you hadn’t let him practice before, he’d already been practicing for 30 minutes before you pulled him to the ground and started kissing him. How could you not when he looked so sexy? The tight, black tank top that clung to his form, showing off his waist, the sweatpants that tightened in all the right places, and this new eyebrow piercing that was still a little bruised. You couldn’t bear to watch him practice any longer without getting a little taste.
“You have practiced,” you whispered, licking a stripe up his neck to make him shudder and push himself against you. Even when he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t resist the urge to give into you. Not when you toyed with him so expertly. He bit his plush bottom lip gently as you spread his legs wider, giving yourself as much room as you wanted. He gasped at the display, of being manhandled so gently, but with such authority that he knew not to say no. You trained him well. He couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face as you eyed his bulge hungrily. You really tried not to, not to let your hormones take over when he was practicing. Y’know, be a good partner and let him focus, but God he made it so difficult each time he moved his hips and got that seductive look in his eye, pushing his hair from his face as he stole glances at you through the giant mirror situated on the wall of the dance studio.
“You’re such a bad influence on me,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you close, flush against him as he pushed his hips into you, practically offering himself up to you. He never stayed disobedient for long, not when he knew this was his plan the whole time: lure you in here under the guise of “keeping him company” when all he really wanted to do was rile you up and make you want to take him, which you always did. He looked at you pleadingly, flickering his gaze between your eyes and his bulge like those pretty, tapioca pearls would bring your hand closer to his cock telepathically. You smiled, licking a stripe up his throat just to feel his Adam’s Apple bob beneath you with anticipation.
“Bad influence? You were like this before I met you, I just know how to bring it out of you,” you smirked, pushing your hand against his twitching cock roughly, rubbing your thighs together at the way his eyes crossed subtly before shutting. His knee jerk reaction to close his thighs couldn’t work with you in between them so he just had to let you watch him fall apart slowly. It embarrassed him in a way, but the embarrassment gave him a rush like he’d never felt before. The way you felt his pulse quicken like the rapid metronome of timer made your heart jump within your chest, pushing a wave of heat right between your legs. His arms wrapped around you tighter as he moaned your name softly, maintaining desperate eye contact. He always did thrive under your attention, even in the small everyday instances of your relationship. Like, crawling into your lap and asking about whatever book you were reading at the moment, or purposely wearing skimpy shorts and tight shirts around the house just to feel the way your eyes monitored him closely and the way your hand snaked over his ass, smacking it roughly each time you passed by. It was like he needed your attention to live, to breathe, to push him forward everyday, and you could not be more happy to give it.
You pushed your hand against his cock once again, twisting the outline of his tip in your delicate fingertips, giggling at the way his hips stuttered into your hold, pushing up against you as he moved his hands to the floor beside him to ground himself. The truth was, Hyunjin had been so frustrated the last few days, doing nothing but practicing his choreography, or vocals, while on top of promoting for the pre-release track of their new album. He hadn’t been sleeping properly and he desperately needed you to tire him out, but of course, either both of you or one of you was always too busy to fulfill the needs that were eating away at you. Well-lit photos of you in your panties and teasing texts about what you’d do to him if he weren’t so busy weren’t enough anymore, he needed the real thing. As you grabbed at his balls roughly, paying no mind to his whines of protest, he finally spoke up.
“I want your mouth. I need it, please…” he begged, pulling up his shirt to expose himself to you and the hickeys that were slowly healing around his rib cage and chest. His knees buckled together as you hummed in acknowledgment but made no advancements towards his dick, making him huff and whine in frustration. “Come on, baby. I’ve been waiting for two weeks, I can’t take it anymore,” he all but cried as he pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, letting his leaky, red cock spring free and smack him against the abdomen. He rolled his hips just to tease you with the eager state of his manhood, veiny and throbbing, almost glowing red hot with anticipation. You normally never let your past subs talk to you like that, making sure you were in control every step of the way, but with Hyunjin it was different. He was your boyfriend before he was your sub and when your boyfriend, your sweet, ambitious, talented boyfriend begged for your touch with that sad little look on his face, puffing out his plump lips and batting his eyelashes, who were you to say no? So you obliged him and leant down to suck on the fat, mushroom tip of his penis, looking up at him mischievously when he sucked in a quick breath through his teeth. His onyx-colored nails wrapped in on themselves, scraping against the flawless floor of the JYP dance studio. You’d practically done it everywhere in this building: in the recording booth, in the elevator, on the desks in the library lounge, on top of the workout equipment in the gym, anywhere you could get your hands on him long enough to fuck. You knew it was wrong and unprofessional, almost getting caught twice, but the rush of doing it out in the open where everyone could see the way you got the Hwang Hyunjin to bend to your will made you grow hungry with power. Though he was better at hiding it, Hyunjin got off on the danger, too, constantly bragging to the members about how amazing your sex life was and how jealous they must be of the two of you. You never contributed to the teasing, intent on staying in the good will of his band members, but that didn’t mean the constant showboating didn’t make you hide a smile beneath your hand.
You kept eye contact with him as you took him halfway into your mouth, holding onto his hips as he tried to buck into the sweet, hot warmth enveloping him. He was always so eager, down to do whatever you wanted with him as long as he got your approval in the end. He whined and threw his head against the wall, squeezing his eyes tight as you took him all the way down, gagging softly at the size of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You slid back up, coating his dick in copious amounts of saliva as you began bobbing your head rhythmically, moaning around him as he twitched and leaked salty pre-cum onto your tongue. He tangled his hand in your hair and used it as leverage as you set an even, quick pace, much like the ones he was used to following during dance practice.
“Fuck… y-your mouth, baby…” he moaned continually, going crossed eyed as he fought the urge to close his legs in on your head. You pulled off with a sharp ‘pop,’ letting saliva fall from your tongue as he shook from the loss of stimulation. He opened his eyes slowly, biting his quivering lip as you wrapped your hand around his lubed up cock, pumping with less mercy than what your mouth afforded him.
“Don’t tell me you’re close already, pretty boy,” you teased, sucking at his nipple as he held your wrist tightly, forcing you to slow down your grueling pace as he shivered with the threat of climax. He shook his head softly, weakly pushing against your body on top of his.
“I’m not, I’m just… sensitive.” He whispered shakily, his yearning eyes falling on yours as he crossed his toes together in an attempt to keep from bursting. You smiled softly, stopping your hand to give him time to recuperate and slowly back away from that oh-so-tempting edge. He forced your mouth up to his as he kissed you hard, forcing his hands deep within your hair before you even had the time to retort. Not that you wanted to with the way he slipped his tongue inside easily and moaned into your mouth.
You pulled away, biting his lip as he came after you, whining for more and chastising you for being so cruel to him, even while you sat throbbing and leaking like a faucet in your underwear just so you could tear down his walls and pleasure him.
“Oh, I’m mean?” You asked with a cruel-spirited smirk as you smacked his wet tip, biting your lip when he jumped at the sensation and then moaned, chanting for you to do it again. He nodded, smirking at you softly as you smacked his tip again, harder and more quickly than before. “Maybe I should leave you like this and make you get off with your hand, hm?” You said authoritarianly, in such a tone that left no room for arguments, not that he had any. He just shook his head emphatically and kissed up your neck in forgiveness.
“No, no, I’m sorry. It doesn’t feel the same when I do it,” he pouted, pushing his nose against yours in a gesture all too familiar to you. He loved to act out until you pushed back and then he was nothing but pleading eyes and soft begs for forgiveness. He knew the power he wielded over you and though he never used it to push the limits of your dynamic too much, he couldn’t sit by and be perfectly obedient all the time, it simply wasn’t who he was. You liked that about him, though, often finding yourself easily bored of subs who went along with whatever you wanted from the get-go. He made you work to get him to show his submissive side and that chase was what made the fruits of your reward all the more flavorful. 
“You gonna behave for me, then?” You asked, mostly just to watch the defiant smirk that spread across his face as he moved his hips again, making his cock flop around between the two of you.
“Only as much as I want to,” he giggled, pulling you in by the chain around your neck for another hot kiss, this time accompanied with bites and nicks to your lips as he smirked against you. You smiled and pushed against him, wrapping your hand around his neck softly and lowering yourself to his cock once again. This time you wasted no time bottoming out on his cock, smiling at the way he bucked into your mouth and let out a slew of colorful words. He pushed his knees higher and legs farther apart as you set a quick pace for him. The sounds that left his mouth were saccharinely sweet and dripped in nothing but desperation and pleasure as he put his hands above his head and began rocking into your mouth, begging you to let him finish. You only shushed him with a finger to his lips as you began bobbing faster, feeling a little lightheaded from the lack of air, but too hungry to stop. You felt his abdomen tense beneath you, shaking and flexing; all the telltale signs of an orgasm fast approaching. He ran his fingers through your hair, pulling only slightly as he tried to slow the rushing feeling deep in his gut. He really did try, but the task of keeping it at bay was always too much for Hyunjin, so he let himself go, allowing himself to burst in your mouth, whining and moaning loudly as you swallowed it quickly, not stopping the assault against his throbbing, hot member until he was forced to pry your lips away, shaking uncontrollably with the intense effects of aftershocks. He held his hand in your hair still, twitching softly every few seconds, bur mostly recovered. His hands wrapped around you once more as he kissed you softly, tasting the salty remnants of himself on your tongue. You cradled his waist, pushing his chest against you just to catch a glimpse of his arch in the large mirrors.
Pulling away with a giggle, his eyes glowed brightly as they tilted and drooped, dragging you in more deeply. If that were even possible.
"I still think you're a bad influence," he giggled, even as his curious hands came up to cup your breasts.
🏷️ boypussies, use of toys (a dildo machine and a cumming toy), breeding kink, oral (cunnilingus), pain kink (pussy biting), squirting.
— bang chan
chan is no stranger to having his cunt used. he loves it when you rub your skin against him just to tease, or slide toys in his tight and wet hole. considering how pretty his folds look and how huge his oversensitive clit is, it’s easy to get him on edge by just flicking your tongue against it. he especially loves it when you lock your lips around his clit, sucking on the bud, making him squirm and writhe under you.
“t-too good,” he’d whine, attempting to cage your head between his trembling thighs; it’s no use with the way your arms lock his legs down so you could concentrate. chan’s desperation to orgasm washes over him as you lap up at his sweet clit, taking your time to taste his juices in between flicks. the savory taste of his folds paired with the delicious whimpers only spur you on. you could eat him out for hours.
“y-y/n,” he stutters, “i’m close!” and he instinctively tries to push you away from his cunt, but your lips are attached to his aching clit and it feels so good. too good. chan’s head spins even more when you shove your fingers inside him and you clamp his clit in between your lips and tongue. chan creams all over you, embarrassed at how wet and sticky his cum is, but you eat it and show your tongue to his shy face.
“you’re so sensitive, channie.”
— minho
it’s no surprise that your favorite catboy has one hell of a pussy to play with. there’s something about his that screams addictive to you: maybe it’s the taste of it. he’s particularly sweet, surprising for a boy who creams more than he squirts. it doesn’t help that of all the places on his cunt, his hole is heartwarmingly delicious, as if it was made for your tongue to stick inside. minho loves it when you’re casual with it. any agenda of his to out-brat your other boys is thrown out the window every time you caress his pussy and stick a finger inside his creamy walls.
“so needy for a boy who claims to hate this,” you smirk, “aren’t you such a liar?”
“i’m not,” minho’s voice vibrates, “just stop making it feel good!”
but of course, you don’t stop. you keep going. you dip your head down to his cunt and replace your fingers with your tongue every now and then, sometimes biting his thighs when he dares to close his legs around you. he barely speaks until he’s a squeaking mess, begging and creaming on your fingers in an endless orgasm that just won’t stop.
“don’t pull out,” minho pleads with wide eyes while he shoves your fingers back inside his sticky cunt. “i want to feel full.”
— changbin
puffy, pretty, and pink. his hole hides cutely behind chubby lips and it’s delightfully sensitive along the sides. he loves being penetrated most, his nerves connecting and jolting best when you stretch his tight hole with yourself. whether it be fingers or a cock, changbin gets shy yet increasingly more greedy with every thrust of anything that enters his cunt.
“am i a good boy?” he asks every now and then. you reassure him with kisses that yes, he’s indeed so good, taking the biggest dildo so well even if it’s pushing his limit. he’s unsurprisingly a size king, which is surprising considering how tight he is. even if the monster cock toy leaves him gaping, his pussy has the magical ability to revert back to being too small for your two fingers right after.
“i want to cum!” he whines over and over, chasing your lips for another kiss while he bounces on the dildo again. he loves workouts but his body is so sore from bouncing. it doesn’t help that, instead of helping him finish, you simply push down on his puffy tummy and let him feel the whole size of the toy inside him.
you ask “is it good?” and he nods speechlessly, only to respond seconds later with a loud whimper. you look down to see his cream leaking down the dildo, coating all of it in his juice. when you finally pull the toy out, changbin whines into your warmth, hiding his pretty pussy as his cum seeps out all the way onto your thighs.
— hyunjin
hyunjin’s biggest kink is to get creampied, so he did something behind your back. he ordered a cumming dildo, and of course, used it right away. his cunt couldn’t be any more excited — the only thing rivaling how sopping wet he gets is when you’re actually playing with him. hyunjin could settle with this for now, his pussy only dripping more until his panties got soaked as he connected the cum lube to the toy.
from how wet he was, the big toy slid in with ease; he felt like crying as soon as it hit his limit, squishing his insides even if the toy hasn’t filled him up with cum yet. so, as he would do with you, he moved his hips to “please” the dildo and felt the toy all the way inside. his instinct to be bred, one that came along with having a cunt as beautiful as his, overloaded his system as he greedily rode the toy. he definitely minded when you came in the room to help him, though.
“y/n, please, breed me!”
cutely enough, his moans fill the room as you pressed the mole on the side of his pussy. your laughter along with your hands helping his hips down made him leak cum, but he didn’t dare stop. you grabbed the end of the toy and squeezed cum to load out of it, which only urged hyunjin to keep going. the cum filled him up slightly, but not quite — the boy kept bouncing so as to “empty” the cock inside him. that was, until the toy finally emptied, hyunjin’s body spent after five consecutive orgasms. the cum seeped out, flooding out of his beautifully folded lips like a waterfall of delight.
“good boy,” you say, “how about you get the real thing, hmm?”
— han jisung
his pussy is the freakiest, having tasted it all from your antics: he’s taken vibrators in public and he lost his pussy’s virginity to you. who wouldn’t treat it as cruelly as you do? why not, when jisung tends to leak his wet essence messily each time you play with it, especially since he’s tried so many toys with you?
the one toy jisung hasn’t tried yet was a dildo machine. he can immediately feel the heat pooling in his core at the mere sight of you stroking the dildo, teasing him by previewing the speed controller. his legs instinctively closed and tightened firmly to hide the wetness running down his leg. but jisung blinked twice, and unbelievably instantly, he was suddenly on all fours in front of the machine.
“wait—” he asked, but you didn’t hesitate one bit when you slid the dildo into his cunt.
the machine starts pumping slowly into the boy, stretching him fully and filling him up to his limit before slowly pulling back to leave him empty. then it would thrust back inside again, the squelching of his leaky pussy filling the air alongside his moans and cries. jisung held his ass up high as he melted onto the carpet, drooling and relishing in the picked-up pace.
an orgasm started before he could even prepare, jisung whining loudly not even five minutes into the machine action, before the toy slides out — jisung squirts everywhere without warning, his clear and sweet cum making its way on your thigh even if you were on the couch. that’s how messy he always gets, but he’s never came this fast.
“that’s all? i didn’t buy this for you to cum in three minutes,” you smirk, pushing him back down on the toy.
— felix
something about a freckled pussy is just too cute to you. you loved kissing felix’s cunt for the sole reason that it was just so adorable. the shape of it, the color of it, even the starry sky of freckles littered around his pussy. there’s a lot to kiss, a lot to love, a lot to destroy.
given the oversensitivity of felix’s nerves down his crotch area, it’s easy to overstimulate him. even something as light and lovely as the pecks you leave on the beauty marks and freckled skin gets him writhing. “but i love your pretty pussy,” you justify, leaving lipstick marks all over his cunt in the process.
feeling your lips on his pussy lips is heaven to him. felix grabs onto the sheets, too scared to pull on your head, jutting his hips upwards so that you could kiss him better. it’s all over when you kiss his clit though, all of his nerves reigniting at once as lightning strikes through his core. he instantly gets wet, essence spilling on your bottom lip and chin in the process.
“s-sorry, didn’t mean to…” he could almost cry from the pleasure and the rising need. he feels you smile, even if your face is hovering over him now and not touching his skin in the slightest. he still feels it without looking — he’s too shy now, burying his face in the pillow to the side.
but you’re not done.
you take two fingers down his slit, teasing his severely wet entrance, but it’s all a distraction. felix waits for you to put it in, let him cum, get it over with. the rare impatience grows within the usually patient boy until he feels pain shoot up.
you bit his clit. and it feels so good that he squirts under you, wiggling under you like a poor little boy.
— seungmin
what you don’t expect of seungmin is for him to admit that he’s a squirter. he confessed it in a dirty party game once and ever since then, it’s been your life’s mission to see it in action. you knew that he’d always been so incredibly wet every time he came, but he apparently squirts like a fountain personally sculpted by god.
as you slide your fingers through his cunt, his pussy squelches sinfully. it drenches the sheets beneath him, coating everything in a savory essence that can only be described as a natural aphrodisiac. the wet sounds paired with seungmin’s shy whimpers fills you with an aggression you can’t express without a necessary gentleness on his pussy. as poetic as it is literal, even the scent of his cunt is enough to drive you down between his legs, ready to ruin him.
“no, n-no, don’t do that! i’ll squirt—” seungmin chokes on his own words as your fingers hook his sweet spot, clit violated by your tongue and lips. he practically screams as you bite through your lips, jolting everywhere as his body readies itself for a full orgasm. “i-i can’t take it, too much, too much!”
begs and pleas fill the room for you to both stop and keep going, his grip on your head either pushing you away and pulling you in, he doesn’t know either. but before he could even spare a second thought, he jolts his hips up, followed by a powerful stream of wet cum. he soaks you fully, apologizing with his face behind his hands. you open his fists and kiss his cheeks happily, making him smile contently.
— jeongin
there’s nothing more for him to be confident about than of his freshly shaved pussy. he promised to be a good boy for you on this date night, and in the off-chance that you were going to treat him, then he had to be at his best. now here you both were, making out on the couch, jeongin whimpering because the both of you were still fully clothed after an hour of teasing.
“what’s wrong?” you ask. “i wanna show you my pussy…” jeongin shyly asks, every shroud of prior confidence leaving him as the desperation kicks in. you only chuckle in response, the delightful sound making his clit firm in excitement. but you don’t do anything. it’s a part of your teasing, sure, but he’s been waiting so excruciatingly long for you and it shows through his needy whines.
jeongin finally takes it upon himself to tug at your tie; you pull down at the hem of his pants , revealing his panties, only to shove both down in only two swift moves. it catches jeongin by surprise, but it’s nothing compared to the shock on your face to see his clean pussy.
you love him hairy and you love him clean, you don’t really mind either. jeongin’s still the same, the prettily creamy folds presenting themselves to you along with a hidden slit that can only be described as angelically cute. you finger it immediately, all teasing discarded along with both your clothes, and your haste brings him over the edge. “y/n,” he pants, your name being the only thing on the tip of his tongue as he immediately creams all over your hands.
I saw other people say this too, if you write a Msub oneshot and have the absolute audacity to end it with ‘he flipped it over to show who was really in charge’ kind of shit, how could you. Like.. girlie, bestie, Pookie bear.. you don’t have to appease to both sides. Just write the dom reader one shot and move on Pookie
warnings - chubby!reader, dom!mingi, oral (f!receiving), insecurity, internalised fatphobia, nicknames (baby, princess, mingi calls himself baby boy…), praise, brief discussion of safe words, consensual somnophilia (if you squint - mingi gets off on readers thigh and she falls asleep halfway through), i think that’s it :)
one thing you’d realised about mingi is that although he may be dominant in nature, that man really knows how to beg
long limbs trapping you in place as he looks up at you with puppy eyes and whimpers in your ear until you’re practically a puddle in his lap, ready to give into his every desire
he‘a almost impossible to say no to with his pretty pout, almost being the key word
because there’s just one little thing you always say no to
after the last time you denied his request under the guise of being ‘too tired’ you expect it to be more than two days before he asks you again
but it’s not really a surprise… mingi is insatiable when it comes to you
so you just let it happen, body going almost limp as he holds you against kiss chest and kisses down your neck gently
“mmm, taste so good,” he licks a long stripe up your neck before taking your earlobe into his mouth and suckling gently, “you know what tastes better, though.”
you can’t help but moan as he teases you
“you’ll let me eat you out, right?” he whispers, and you nod.
and then he drops the same bombshell as last time and you freeze
“you’ll sit nice and prettily on my face, hm? let your baby boy devour you?”
you cant deny that you’d like to
fuck, you almost say yes there and then!
but before you can, you take a moment to come to your senses and realise that as hot as it sounds, it just won’t work
it takes a few seconds to give your body a once over with your eyes, picking out all the bits of it that carry just a little more weight than you’d like
too heavy, you decide as you begin to rack your brain for yet another excuse as to why you can’t sit on his face tonight
but just as you’re about to spout some nonsense excuse that makes no sense, mingi cuts you off
“and don’t say you’re too tired this time, baby,” he rubs your thicker waist with his hand, massaging the soft flesh like he’s kneading dough, “you were up for getting your pussy eaten before knowing exactly how i wanted to eat you.”
and again, you freeze
he has you caught, and you begin to realise that he knows you too well
“m’not going to say i’m too tired,” you definitely were, “my legs just ache too much to hold myself up for that long.”
“mhm,” he doesn’t believe you for a second, “well, that’s the good thing about sitting on someone’s face, princess… you sit”
his hand shifts to your bare thigh that poked out from your skirt, and he gropes it, big palm tugging at it until your legs are spread a little
“w-well…” you think for a moment, “my hips ache! i cant spread my legs for that long!”
he chuckles darkly in your ear
again, you know he sees through your bullshit
“if i was eating you out on a normal day, your legs would be spread,” he trails his hand up higher, “so tell me the real reason, baby.”
and you realise there’s no getting out of it
you’ll have to sit and tell him exactly why you can’t before he proves you wrong and shows you exactly why you can
its the same as when you told him you didn’t want to wear lingerie because you thought you were too big
you should’ve known mingi would go out and buy the prettiest sets he could find and get you to give him a show, all why he sat and palmed at his dick, showering you with pretty praises
you sigh, working up the courage to do it
“m’too big to sit on your face,” you mumble, “i’ll just hurt you.”
he hums in response, drawing patterns on your thigh with a finger
“and you think i care that you consider yourself ‘too big,’ do you?”
of course he doesn’t, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t care
you shake your head
“listen, baby,” he readjusts you on his lap so you’re facing him, one leg either side of his lap, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but your reasoning is fucking stupid. if you want this, then there should be nothing holding you back…”
you try and avoid his gaze
he finds it cute for a few seconds, but he’s soon lifting your chin and making you focus on him once more
“so,” he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to your pouty lips, “you want this or not?”
and you do want it… you want it so bad!
so you nod
“you know the rules, princess,” another kiss, “i need your words…”
it takes a moment for the words to process in your brain, and then another moment for them to form in your mouth
“can i sit on your face?”
“you’re so well behaved for me…”
and just like that, mingi gently pushes you to the side and positions himself so he’s lay on the sofa, legs hanging off one end so he has a enough room for his head to lie flat at the other
and he’s dragging you closer to him by your hips, and pulling one leg over until your wet panties hover just a few inches above his mouth
his jaw is slack in awe as he moves the damp material to the side and lays his eyes on your pretty pussy
it takes a moment to shake himself out of the trance you have him in
“so perfect, hm?” he whispers, “so pretty and perfect, aren’t you?”
you let out a loud whine at his words, nothing but embarrassment filling you up
he gives your hips an experimental tug, pulling your core just a little closer to his waiting mouth
and you resist, just a little bit
a little bit is enough for him to pause
“baby, i’m only doing this if you’re fully on board,” and you are, you’re just a little nervous, “i need you to sit, baby… can you do that for me?”
you whisper out a ‘yes’, but you still make no movement
you’re still a little scared
“okay, how about this,” he says, “you sit down and i tap your thigh if i want you to move, alright? i can guarantee i won’t, but at least the failsafe is there, okay?”
you cant lie, it makes you feel better
a lot better actually
knowing that he has a way to tell you it’s too much makes you feel a whole lot safer
it makes you let out a giggle as you finally understand why mingi is always so insistent on the whole ‘safeword’ thing
if your lips were anywhere near his, you’d kiss him
for now, you’d have to settle for something else
and from that point, it takes just a few seconds for you to lower your cunt to his mouth
the groan he makes when contact is made is borderline sinful and he wastes no time slurping at your wet pussy
tongue tracing patterns up and down your slit before delving deep inside to collect as much nectar as it could
lips circling around your clit, suckling ever so gently before adding more and more pressure
messy, open mouth kisses to your hole as if he’s desperate to make out with it
youre a mess within minutes, and you wholeheartedly blame mingi
you fall forwards at some point, barely holding yourself up with your elbows
your plush tummy rests just a few inches above mingi’s forehead and he can’t help but shift his hands until they’re resting flat against it
they massage the flesh as his tongue massages your clit
and before you know it, you’re crumbling
your hips buck against his open mouth, but mingi drinks up everything you have to offer him, grunting loudly as if it’s the best think he’s ever tasted
he works you through it, barely dipping a toe into overstimulation before pulling you away and shuffling a little so you can lie next to him
he’s rock hard against your hip, but when you try and move you hands to do something about it, he clasps them in his own
“i can use your thigh, baby,” he whispers as he begins to rhythmically rub his crotch against your leg, “almost there anyway… tasted too good.”
and in a weirdly peaceful way, you can’t help but fall into a slumber as your boyfriend ruts against your thigh, kissing your cheek with his sticky lips as he groans in your ear with his deep voice
imagine you and san lay in bed together on a lazy morning. the curtains are only just open, casting a hazy light over your barely clothed bodies.
san is wearing nothing more than a pair of plaid joggers that sit low on his hips. you on the other hand, wear one of his shirts and a pair of pink cotton panties. the shirt has ridden up around your waist, thighs on full display.
san likes that fact, perhaps a little too much. your thighs are his favourite pillow, after all. it’s even better when they’re bare and he can lay with his head pressed firmly against one, fingers drawing dainty patterns against the other. it’s no secret just how much he likes the skin to skin contact.
you sit with your back against the headboard. you have one hand on his head, fingers running through his short hair, tugging at the strands every now and then. in your other sits your phone.
“i like these,” san hums, tracing his finger over your thigh in the shape of a lightning bolt. you pull your eyes away from your screen to watch as he traces over a stretch mark before moving to a different one and giving it the same treatment.
“my stretch marks?” he hums in response. you put your phone down to give him your full attention. “any reason?”
he flattens his palm against your thigh and rubs it up and down.
“pretty…” he sighs as he leans forward to kiss the meat of your thigh, “they look like water does when it’s rippling. you know like when the sun hits it and you can’t help but stare at it for a while?”
he looks up at you with wide eyes.
“fuck, you’re pretty.”
you can’t help but crack a smile. not when he’s looking at you like you hold the sun, moon and stars in the palms of your hands.
“sappy baby,” you call him, running your nails over his scalp. his eyes flutter closed at the sensation, a low groan leaving his lip, “you must really love me…”
“more than anything,” he whispers as he opens his eyes again, “and every single day i find something new that just makes me love you more.”
he kisses your thigh again, and again, and again. it takes a moment to realise that he’s pressing kisses to every single stretch mark he can get his lips on. when you do, you giggle.
“you really like my stretch marks, hm?”
“oh, i’m never leaving these babies alone,” he cracks a smile, “i didn’t think i could love these thighs any more than i already did but you always find a way to prove me wrong, don’t you?”
warnings: 🔞, solo!bin, masturbation, jerking off to pictures, sweet pervy in love boyfriend seo changbin!
the bed is too cold without you.
too cold, too big. changbin’s been tossing and turning for the better part of two hours trying to get himself comfortable enough to fall asleep. he’s got to be up at the crack of dawn anyway to hop on another flight to another city when all he wants is to…
his phone chimes with a notification.
changbin is awake enough that he would have picked it up regardless sooner or later in the hopes that maybe a little scrolling would tire him out. he straightens up, however, when he sees that it’s a notification from you.
he clicks on the notification with a barely there downward smile that is growing embarrassingly fast.
a selfie.
he swears up and down that every picture you’ve ever taken in your life is the best picture you’ve ever taken in your life. but this one… this one takes the cake. it’s got to, right? you’ve stolen the breath right from his lungs.
changbin traces your hair with his thumb, and the picture moves with it. he huffs a curse to himself.
you do this when he’s away, so you do this a lot… send him a picture before you go to bed every night that he’s gone. the pictures vary depending on how you’re feeling and how much time you have, but they always leave him yearning for home.
this one though, god. your smile. that’s one thing he misses the most when he’s working. your face is devoid of makeup, but your lips are glossy and kissable. lip balm, maybe a lip scrub? one of those gritty-yet-tasty scrubs you put on your lips at night to make them extra soft and exfoliated. or something like that. all changbin knows is that he likes to kiss you when you have the scrub on because he thinks it’s cute when you fuss at him.
seo changbin! sto- stoooop! i have to put more on now!
go ahead! i’ll just kiss it all off again, yeobo~
your skin is dewy and pretty from your nightly shower and too-many-step skincare routine. changbin doesn’t do all that, frankly he just stopped putting body lotion on his face. your hair’s still damp from the shower you took earlier, and he has half a mind to hope you dry it a little before bed so you won’t catch a cold.
mercy… and you’re wearing that silk little nightgown he likes so much. soft pink and delectable against the tone of your skin. he wonders if it’s the long one or the short one. the one that barely covers your ass? he really hopes it’s that one. changbin bites his bottom lip and uses his thumbs to zoom in on your chest before he can think twice.
he throws his head back against the pillow in agony, and a hand comes up to slap dramatically at the headboard of the bed. your nipples are just visible enough through the thin fabric of your slip that his mouth waters. they’re not pebbled hard, but god, they would be if he was there with you. he could even suck on them over your slip, mouth at those precious little buds until the fabric is almost sheer and wet with his spit. you would let him; he’s done it before.
it got your sweet pussy so wet he could smell it from where he was sucking on your tits. all he had to do was slide a hand between your legs for a few minutes until you came trembling, tugging on his hair so hard his eyes squeezed shut and he moaned against your breasts.
is your pussy wet now? god, your pussy. the hand changbin isn’t using to hold his phone steady snakes below the covers to rub at his cock over his sleep shorts. you’ve told him before that you touch yourself before bed sometimes. it helps you sleep, you said, orgasms make you sated and tired. you took such a beautiful picture for him; now are you going to lay down in bed and touch yourself over the covers until you cum?
or have you already? what if you did the thing? in the bath. that thing where you lay on your back and let the water from the faucet cascade down onto your clit. you cum hard that way. he knows. he’s watched you do it before, standing in the doorway of your bathroom with a hand down his sweatpants. you came so hard that you were quick to close your legs and bring your knees to your chest, and afterwards he helped you towel lukewarm water off the floor.
just the thought alone has his cock throbbing under his palm.
changbin can’t take it anymore. he puts his phone on the bed beside him and shucks off his shorts under the covers to find later. he kicks out of the blankets, and the hair on his arms stands on end when his naked body is exposed to the chill of the hotel room.
he picks up his phone and taps the darkened screen so that he can see your picture clearly again. changbin adjusts himself on the pillow and takes himself in hand, starting by fondling his sensitive balls until the tip of his cock is leaking steadily.
“fuuuck,” he groans, licking his palm and slowly soothing his precum down the head and base of his thick cock. his eyes remain locked on your picture.
what would you say to him if you knew he was touching himself to this innocent little selfie you sent him? you’ve pulled it out of him before. he can’t help that he’s so honest, he’ll tell you anything you want to know as long as you ask. changbin knows you’d laugh at him. sweetly, maybe a little mean if you really want to play it up.
that’s a little pathetic, don’t you think? you just can’t keep your dick in your pants, huh? my binnie is a naughty boy. are you naughty, changinnie?
“n-no, i-” changbin cuts himself off. that’s what he imagines you saying, at least, so he can’t stop himself from answering you even if your voice is only in his head. “you’re- ah, yeobo. you’re really pretty.”
the sound of his own voice along with the slick noise of him fisting his cock has changbin’s neck heating up. it travels up his neck to his cheeks and ears until he’s panting into the otherwise silence of the room.
changbin feels restless. he kicks the covers to the side even more so his legs have room to spread themselves wider. he’s almost frantic with his need to cum. it’ll tire him out, just like you always say. he wants to cum, wants you to make him cum, but your picture is good enough to do the trick.
his hand leaves his cock to grab the nearest pillow from the other side of the bed and situates it so he can prop his phone against it. his phone slips and falls against the bed, but if he bunches up the blankets just right under the pillow, it creates the perfect little nook for his phone to settle.
changbin takes a moment to feel proud for his quick thinking and innovation. he angles his shoulders so that he can look at your picture without straining his neck, and oh, that’s fucking it. that’s perfect.
now, with two free hands, changbin reaches for his aching cock. he hisses through his teeth when calloused fingers wrap around his length, and almost immediately his hips fuck up into the grip of his hands. his cock is thick, not long, but if he uses four fingers to jerk his cock with one hand, he can settle the other hand on top of it for his bulbous head to fuck into.
he didn’t bring his fleshlight this time. this is as good as it’s going to get, but it is good. changbin plants his feet on the cool sheets and ruts into his hands.
“ahh, baby,” he grunts. “baby, your tight little pussy…”
such a good pussy he goes drunk over it. if he pretends hard enough, he can imagine he’s fucking you now. you perched pretty in his lap like a throne, like you own it. own him. and you do. his monkey brain screeches that you do anyway.
he blinks hard and focuses on your picture again, imagining you wearing your thin little nightgown and sitting on his cock, tits spilling over the top, while he lays in this exact position and pistons his hips up hard enough that your tits bounce with it. you’d claw at his chest, maybe lean back so your hands are braced on his knees so you can fuck yourself down on him too.
you’d still be dewy from your shower. combine that with changbin’s sweat and you’d stick together. he’d wrap you up in his big, safe arms and hold you to his chest until your pussy convulses through an orgasm.
“let me feel you cum,” he mumbles into the darkness of his hotel room. he feels delirious. “baby please. oh, yeobo.”
the wet noise his cock makes as it fucks into his steady hands has changbin’s upper lip curling in something akin to a snarl. his mind can easily conjure up the slick sounds of your pussy when he fucks you, and his stomach clenches.
he rolls over onto his front quickly, both hands still snug on his cock. he readjusts his hands so that his calloused palms are squeezing either side of his cock, fingers of both hands entwined together. his hips fuck down harshly into his grip, and changbin whimpers when the tip of his leaking cock now ruts against the sheets under him.
“oh fuck. oh fuck,” he grits. his cheek is planted on the bed as he looks directly at the sweet picture of you smiling. changbin’s chest presses down against the bed so heavily that he can barely breathe, but it’s enough to make him cum.
his hips stutter through it, and changbin struggles to lift himself up until he’s able to prop both hands against the bed and hump his cock against the sheets, cumming onto the white cotton fabric in waves. his hole pulses, and you still smile prettily at him from his phone.
changbin flops gracelessly onto his stomach and rolls slowly to the side to miss landing in his cum cooling tackily into the sheets. he’ll have to strip the bed in the morning and leave a significant tip for the housekeeper. changbin grimaces and picks his phone up, breathing shakily before saving the picture into his camera roll.
