can i request sub!chan with cock praise?👉👈 like, you would say, "i feel so full" and suddenly, he would be begging for you to praise how big or thick he is inside you or something along those lines hihi
sub!chan x cock praise
WARNINGS: smut, penetrative sex, praising kink in general, big cock, submission x domination, dirty talk, whiny!chan
chan’s always been that guy who’s ardent to please, wanting to do everything right and make sure you’re completely satisfied. he’s got that puppy energy, all wide-eyed and attentive, and when it comes to being in bed, that’s amplified times a hundred. now, add in cock praise, and you’re looking at a completely different side of him. like, chan wants to make sure you’re feeling good—he lives for that, tbh—but deep down there’s a part of him that craves that validation. he needs to know he’s enough for you, that what he’s giving you is everything you want and more. so, when you start talking about how full you feel, how his cock is stretching you out just right? you’ll see it in his eyes, how much that messes with him.
he’d start off all shy about it. he’s not going to outright ask for it, at least not at first. chan’s the type to go all in—thrusting deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around him, and biting his lip to hold back his moans. but when you start saying things like, “god, you feel so good inside me,” or, “you’re filling me up so perfectly, what perfect cock” he’s done. he won’t be able to help the way his body reacts, his hips stuttering for a second, his breath catching in his throat. and you will know when he’s craving more, even if he doesn’t say it right away. but once he hears you say it? really say it, like, “you’re so big, baby, stretching me out so good,” it unlocks something in him. suddenly, he can’t get enough of it. he’s practically begging for you to say more, his voice wobbly, all breathless and wak. “please, tell me more,” he’d whisper, his hips grinding into yours, trying to hit that sweet spot inside you as you tell him exactly how much he’s fucking you up.
his hands are gripping your hips, his forehead resting against yours, and you can see the way he’s trembling, barely holding himself together. “do i feel good? tell me i’m filling you up, please,” he’s pleading, his voice breaking between moans. it’s like he needs the words more than he needs to breathe, and the more you give him, the harder he goes, thrusting into you like he’s got something to prove.
and when you give in, when you really lay it on him—“you’re so fucking thick, baby, stretching me out so good, i can barely take it”—it’s over for him. his head falls back, and he lets out this whiny/pained moan, his hips picking up speed like he’s chasing that high, trying to bury himself even deeper inside you. he’s not even thinking straight anymore, he’s just running on pure instinct, fueled by your words, by the way you’re praising him, telling him how good his cock feels. you’d see this shift in him—his body’s moving, but his brain’s short-circuiting, completely overwhelmed by the fact that you think he’s so big, that he’s the one making you feel this good. it’s like all he wants is to hear more, to keep you talking, keep you telling him exactly how much he’s ruining you with every thrust. he’d be whimpering by the end of it, his voice shaky as he begs for more. “please, say it again, tell me how full you feel, tell me how i’m stretching you,” his words coming out all broken between breaths.
and then, when you’re close, when you’re right on the edge, and you say something like, “i can’t take it, you’re too big, but it feels so good,” that’s it. end of the night. his whole body tenses, his thrusts getting inconsistent, and he’s moaning louder than ever, so caught up that he can hardly think. all he knows is that he’s filling you up, that you’re telling him how good it feels, and he’s doing everything he can to keep that going, to make sure you keep saying it, keep praising him until he’s completely spent.
in those moments, chan’s usually all about you—making sure you’re feeling good, that you’re taken care of. but when it’s about cock praise? suddenly, he’s the one who’s vulnerable, the one who’s craving your approval, your words. and the more you give it to him, the more he melts, the more he wantss, practically unraveling beneath you as he tries to live up to everything you’re saying. he’s the kind of sub who wants to be good for you, but when you start telling him how big he is, how perfect his cock feels inside you, it’s like his brain short-circuits. suddenly, all that confidence he usually has fades, and he’s just a trembling, moaning mess, desperate for more praise, more validation. “please… say it again. tell me how big i am,” his tone full of desperation.
LILY HI ITS ME STAR!!! HOW ARE YOU I LOVE U AND WISH U ALL THE BEST MUAH MUAH!! also: perhaps smth a little naughty at 11:36 PM with lab partner!wonwoo 👀👀
tags: college!au, inexperienced!wonwoo x f!reader, nerd!wonwoo, experienced!yn, oral (m!receiving)
[11:36]
wonwoo has never liked chemistry.
the periodic table looks like a colorful placemat and a titration might as well be a long winded recipe for a terrible cocktail. (although the ones at the delta tau delta chemistry themed party were good. they served them in little beakers, and wonwoo thought those were quite cute. that was also the party where he met you.)
speaking of you—unlike chemistry, wonwoo does, however, like you a great deal.
which makes chemistry much more tolerable because you are his lab partner.
on the first day of lab, when they had asked the class to pair up, you walked over to him, and wonwoo almost melted right into the ground.
"you're the only one here i know," you whispered, waiting for him to lean down to your height. he did, and you smelled like cherries. "we talked at the delt party. wonwoo, right?"
"yes, i'm wonwoo," he had said, words tripping and tumbling off of his tongue like he was learning to speak for the first time.
it was no better at the party, except he was drunk and you were drunker, and you had made the grave mistake of asking him what classes he was taking. two mike's hard lemonades and a battery acid vodka shot later, his dumb ass was still talking about emily dickinson, and you, somehow, were standing there in those mile-high heels, listening as if he was the most interesting guy at the party.
i think she's totally into you, mingyu had said, in that loud, spitty cadence he has when he's 90% beer.
don't be ridiculous.
but then you had asked wonwoo to walk you to your dorm, and you took the long way, winding right through campus.
he doesn't dream often, but he thinks the one he had that night was red and smelled like your lip gloss.
now, he thanks god for the miracle that is you in an oversized hoodie and shorts in his room past sundown.
granted, you're there to work on the last lab report of the term, and he had seen you just two nights ago at the kappa party, but wonwoo thinks he likes this version of you best. (that night, you had tried to break in your new heels. he ended up holding onto them, and you ended up holding onto him on the drunken stumble home. whether it was for support or for something else, wonwoo doesn't know, but he wishes he wore something different than the ratty polo from the back of his closet.)
"thanks for all your help," you say, closing your lab notebook. "i don't know how you're so good at all of this."
"i'm not," he laughs. he hands you your pencil case with the sailor moon charm, the one you were so proud to show him when he mentioned he watched anime. "it was all you."
you wave him off and bend down to put your things in your bag.
wonwoo tries his best to avert his eyes. he really does.
it's a valiant effort. there's a book out of order on his shelf (anna karenina, tolstoy). he really should have put that gundam figure away before you came over.
and your ass is perfect, but that doesn't really surprise him because he doesn't think there is a single thing wrong with you.
"you know," you start, still rifling around in your bag. "i heard something real interesting from mingyu the other day."
"hm?"
wonwoo changes the backlight color of his keyboard. it does not make him calmer. instead he feels all the peely leather on his gaming chair poke through his sweats and he tries not to think about the little birthmark you have on the back of your thigh.
"he told me that..." you stand straight and turn to face him. there's a fresh coat of gloss on your lips, like a magic trick. "you have a crush on me."
wonwoo doesn't know what to say. he likes to think before he speaks but now you're walking towards him and thinking isn't really an option anymore.
"right?"
"um."
not good. he didn't think he was that obvious but he's no liar.
"fine, i'll start." you're standing right in front of him now, and he thinks the gulp he takes is audible. "i like you."
he watches your lips form around the words, glittery and confident, and if he wasn't doomed before, he certainly is now.
his near perfect gpa is doing jack shit to help him understand why someone like you, gorgeous and funny and smart and popular, would ever take a second look at the gangly boy in the glasses.
but you are—in fact, you're staring with an intensity that makes him afraid you can actually see right through all the clothes he's got on.
"i—" come on, wonwoo thinks. they're the words he wanted to tell you outside your dorm building three weeks ago when you said you didn't know anyone quite like him. "i like you too. a lot."
"good."
the first thing he learns is that you're forward, and he likes that.
the second thing he learns is that your lip gloss tastes like cherry.
your mouth is hot and soft on his. he thinks he died and went to heaven, and then you're kissing him again, catching his bottom lip between your teeth so he whines into your mouth.
the last time he tried kissing was during senior prom. his date stood on her tiptoes and he accidentally bumped his nose into hers and missed her mouth and the whole thing was a disaster.
and yet now, wonwoo feels like he's melted right into your hands. you lead and his body just knows how to follow.
"you're shy, huh?" you murmur, pulling back to look at him. "that's so cute."
he doesn't quite know what he looks like but his glasses are slipping down his nose and he feels the menthol sting of your lips all over his. there has never been this much blood in his cheeks but that doesn't quite make sense to him because he feels all of it going straight to his dick.
"you're perfect," is what the primordial ooze in wonwoo's brain manages to put together.
you kiss him again, and when he remembers to relax his lips enough, you're slipping your tongue in and letting him suck, and you moan.
wonwoo swears he could have blown his load right there and then—when it came to you, it really didn't take much, and now he's wondering what your skin tastes like, craving the cherry of your cunt.
your hand on his chest, sharp nails and glittery rings, trails down nice and slow. it feels like he's on fire. it's a wonderful distraction from the sensation of your teeth on the pretty, taut skin over his collarbone, but then you're biting and licking and he feels his balls get so tight and heavy in his pants he might just cry.
and then your hand comes to rest on his lap, right over his hardness, and wonwoo's about to protest—no, no, sorry, i don't mean to have a boner! i've never been kissed like that before in my life!—until you drop to your knees, right in between his parted thighs.
"has anyone ever touched you like this?" you say, voice low, dizzying. "anyone ever made you feel good?"
he shakes his head no, a new, sudden wave of desire climbing his bones.
mussed hair and swollen lips, you look more beautiful than anyone wonwoo's ever seen in his entire life. he doesn't know what he did in a past life to earn this but he must have saved the world.
"p-please," he says, but it's somewhere between a moan and a gasp because you're palming him through his sweats, the sensation foreign, thrilling.
"patience," you tease, and he would be morbidly embarrassed at the spot of precum on his pants if you weren't already thumbing at it yourself.
once you take his cock out of his sweats, he knows he's losing whatever battle he was fighting. he sees how your hand looks so little around it, and it's his nth struggle to make sure he doesn't just cum in your face. maybe another day, if he's so lucky.
"i-i might cum really fast," he confesses, because he doesn't know how to really say he's never gotten a blowjob before.
"good," you answer. unlike him, somehow you always know exactly what to say.
the third thing wonwoo learns that day is that he's fully, wholly, entirely obsessed with your mouth. with your slick bottom lip, with your tongue, and now with the way he sees your gloss-smeared mouth wrap taut around his cockhead.
wonwoo can never return to watching porn again. there is simply no one quite like you.
"f-fuck," he pants, the feeling overtaking him all at once. "feels so good, mouth's so good—"
one look at your eyes, big and watery and good for him, and he feels his cock twitch in your mouth. and then you start moving; you take him all the way to the base and then some. he feels your tiny little throat close around him, and the groan he lets out is nothing short of pornographic. he never thought he was that big, but seeing your eyes well up and your mascara get all dewy as you gag around him is doing something crazy to his brain.
it doesn't take long for you to fall into an easy rhythm. you're figuring him out so fast, and that would scare him if it didn't feel so good. your tongue's on his veins, the underside of his cockhead, and he's already gripping the armrests of his chair with white knuckles.
you sink down again and swallow around his length, let your throat do all the work, and wonwoo throws his head back, chest heaving. his eyes flutter shut, and the fluorescent ceiling light phases in and out of vision as you give him what could possibly be the best head you've ever given someone in your whole life.
"gonna cum s-soon," wonwoo manages. "you're so fucking hot."
it's either a moan or a whimper that comes out of you when he says that, and he thanks his lucky stars he has the wherewithal to put that information in his back pocket. he doesn't know when or how but his plan is to return the favor to you in full. and if that involves a copious amount of praise, he's all the better prepared because he has no shortage of nice things to say about you.
you take him once, twice to the base and wonwoo feels all the heat in his balls and his belly and then he's cumming, more and harder than he ever thought possible. he almost thinks it's like a piece of his soul was taken from him.
"d-don't have to swallow," he says, but you do, every last fucking drop until it's dribbling from your perfect mouth, and wonwoo is now fully convinced you are a real life goddess.
i'm an addict in the making, he thinks, but then you smile at him with those eyes, and he doesn't think that's such a bad thing.
he searches for the right words to say, something cool, experienced. it's a constant effort to be that guy for you because he's still not really sure why any of this happened.
"stop thinking so hard," you say, coughing once, then wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "i can see your wheels turning."
how you can read him so easily is beyond him. he wonders if you knew he was in love with you the second he laid eyes on you at the delta tau party.
where are my manners, wonwoo then remembers, and the post-nut clarity possesses him to brush the hair out of your eyes and help you up from your position on the ground.
"i like you. i don't care how experienced you are."
he hears you, and he believes you. instead of arguing, he cups your tear-streaked face in his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe your cheeks.
"plus, i think i'm a pretty good teacher."
you smile, and wonwoo has the confidence to kiss you back, for real this time.
genre: smut, angst, infidelity!au, ambiguous!au, fluff. (bbh is in a goth band, has a bike, a tattoo on his neck and a cat scratch on his eyebrow. yes, we’re all going to die. i’m posting this from my grave.)
summary: grown tired of your loveless marriage, you seek solace in the heart of a nightclub somewhere in downtown LA, and a stranger, by the name of Baekhyun, promises that he’s the best solution to all your heartaches.
warnings: infidelity, cheating, dom!bbh, explicit public / outdoor sex, mature and sexual language, degradation and humiliation, dirty talk, choking, marking, slapping, spanking, facefucking, deepthroating, breeding, and cockwarming. [everything in the story is thoroughly consensual, but if any of the abovementioned things happen to trigger or upset you, please don’t read ahead. you’ve been warned.]
word count: 6.7K
author’s note: a birthday gift for my absolute fav bbhoe, one of the best authors on this hellsite, the queen of bbh fics, and my dear friend, @baekwell–tart. i really hope you’re gonna like this, i am so nervous about you reading this — you have no idea.
Clairvoyance has been the predominant theme to your recent nights. The slant of moonlight through your bedroom window is almost ominous, as if you are at the cusp of something premonitory, something abysmal in its depravity.
You can’t pin down how long it’d been exactly, given the fact that your life has been little besides a constant, ever-raging war between who you want to be and who you are expected to be. Your feet were slowly, but steadily, growing weary of tiptoeing that fragile line that ran alongside the good, lawful side of marital domesticity. You’d been wanting to run free, free enough to disappear into the arms of oblivion, free enough to have your face wiped off the tabloids of L.A., and never be found again.
Your phone lit up on the bedside table, buzzing against the dark wood of the surface.
[7:56 PM] Have to go for an urgent meeting with a producer, baby. Don’t skip dinner, my manager just got me mine. I’ll probably stay over at my office tonight. Don’t wait up.
Seeking A Soul [M]
Pairing: Vernon Chwe x Fem!Reader
Tags: 4.4k words, Horror/Supernatural!AU, Thrill/Suspense, Dark Romance.
Summary: Your mother had always warned you of the dangers on All Hallow’s Eve but when Vernon decides on a late night walk through the cemetery, you can’t just let him go alone.
Warnings: Mature themes throughout! Language, spooky stuff, graveyards, mentions of ghosts, non-explicit or detailed character death, demons/shapeshifters, impersonation, twisted romance, similar to yandere behavior but? In demon form? So less psycho?, kissing/making out in the bedroom, some parts are very fluffy, and yeah. This one was hard to tag- it’s moderately spooky. Marked [M] for mature but no explicit sexual content though there are some steamy bits.
the dazzling scent of lotus and fabric softener set you under a beautiful spell, the arms tightening around your waist the safest haven on this planet, his deep orbs the most breathtaking starry sky. In moments like these, where Baekhyun whispered with his softest voice words of love and eternity into your ear, words that set your heart on fire, words that made your hands clench around the fabric of his sweater, it was in those moments that you could realize how strong the feelings you held for him were, with your heart swelling painfully- and yet so beautifully so. You loved him, in his arms there was nothing that you could ever fear, in his arms, you were sure that this place on earth was the same as heaven. You believed every word that he spoke from his lips, every unsaid word that flashed through his meaningful gaze that seemed to be memorizing your every detail.
“Is it crazy?” He chuckled breathily in your ear while his arms only tightened to press you more against him, he couldn’t get enough of you. “Meeting you answered every question to my loneliness, you’re like heaven on earth. I don’t know if this is normal, hence, what is going with me? You know I love you, and yet I still feel like a high school boy in love.” His eyelashes fluttered on the apple of your cheeks as he leaned closer to your face, placing his lips on yours for a soft- lingering kiss. His lips always so warm, sticking to yours like they belonged to no other as they molded together.
One of the things I love the most about Baekhyun is how he’s so genuinely himself. He’s not afraid to smile brightly and laugh his heart out. How he expresses his joy through screaming and laughing and messing around. How loving he is and how he thinks the reason for his existence is to make other people happy.
"i want a bf" no you want a brooding vampire living in an ancient castle buried deep within the woods who wants to desperately feed on your blood after years of painful isolation and misery
