Description: jungwon doesn’t want to ruin the clothes that were given to him for the photoshoot, but he just couldn’t resist your touch
Warnings: sub!jungwon, dry humping, slight degradation/ humiliation, pet names (baby, sweetheart etc), use of whore once +lmk if there’s more
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Jungwon had never been one to feel possessive but there were moments when he just couldn’t help himself. How could he when he could see you just a few feet away from him getting close to Jake as you helped him put contact lenses in. Jungwon knew it wasn’t a big deal - Jake struggled with contacts so it made sense for a stylist to help him out, but seeing your face so close to Jake’s drove him crazy.
“Almost got it… just stay still…” you mumbled under your breath as you worked. When it was done, Jake thanked you and went to get a snack from the table. You turned around and made eye contact with Jungwon, noting his late change of expression when you faced him. Unfortunately for him, you noticed the jealousy before he could mask it with a smile.
“It’s time for the final shoot, should we do youngest to oldest?” Their manager suggested, ushering the boys out to the set. You followed quietly joining the other stylists on set.
“Can someone fix Jungwon’s hair?” The manager called. Upon hearing your boyfriend’s name, you jumped up and walked onto the set, pulling a comb out of your work belt.
“Not sure what I’m meant to be fixing, you already look gorgeous,” you whispered as you did your job. Jungwon blushed, averting his eyes. In a situation where you were so close to him, he would usually put his arms around you and hold you even closer but he couldn’t do that in front of these people.
“Cat got your tongue sweetheart?“
“W-what am I meant to say?“ Jungwon mumbled.
“A simple thank you for the compliment maybe,” you muttered, making sure no one could hear you. “Meet me by the store room when you’re done.”
You took a few steps away from him and announced that you were done before quickly running off set to rejoin your colleagues.
As the shoot began, you couldn’t take your eyes off Jungwon. He posed elegantly, the lighting showing off his perfect features. He had a deep, mysterious stare in each pose.
When the group photos were done, they began the solo shots, starting with Niki and going up. When it was Jungwon’s turn you wanted to stay and watch, but you were called to do something. When you finished you decided to go and wait by the store room for Jungwon to finish.
Jungwon finished his solo shoot and looked around, frowning when he couldn’t see your face. He then remembered what you told him and went to the meet up point.
“Hello…” he called. The corridor looked dim and scary, maybe y/n is pranking him.
Suddenly he felt someone grab his wrist and pull him into a corner. Before Jungwon could process, he was up against a wall, inches away from you.
“Did I scare you baby?” you chuckled, hands resting on his shoulders.
“Couldn’t you have picked a less haunted-looking area?”
“The more abandoned the better, right?” Jungown looked at you in confusion and you chuckled at his innocence.
“You looked so good in that photoshoot,” you whispered, hands leaving his shoulders and running down his torso. “So so good that I almost lost control over myself.”
Jungwon’s breath hitched when you reached his lower abdomen.
“Really?” He said but his voice came out as more of a squeak.
You hummed in response and decided to hover your hand lightly over his bulge. He whined quietly at the lack of proper contact, grabbing hold of your wrist and pressing your hand down over the bulge. It made you scoff.
“I’m being quite honest here, so… Wonnie, tell me why you couldn’t take your eyes off me either today,”
You snatched your hand away from his crotch area and waited for a response. Jungwon looked at you as he fought the urge to beg for your touch.
“You look pretty today too…” Jungwon mumbled.
“Is that all?”
“And… and I hate seeing you work on the other members,” he admitted with a pout.
“Ah so that’s why you were shooting daggers at Jake today,” You said with a laugh.
“It’s not funny,” He muttered.
“Well I think it’s cute. You want me to be only yours right?” You asked, placing your hand over his bulge again but this time in a more harsh manner. As you palmed him, you watched his expression change. “Answer me baby.”
“O-Only mine…” Jungwon moaned.
You leant forward and kissed him, the exchange being needy and sloppy. The sounds coming from Jungwon became more and more lewd as he stopped trying to keep quiet. He was lost in the pleasure he felt from simply grinding against your hand. He attempted to frantically undo the zipper of his pants but you smacked his hand away.
“Y/n please,” He muttered between high-pitched breaths. “I’m close.”
“So do it then,” you whispered against his neck, continuing to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin, but being careful not to leave any marks. That was for later.
“I-I can’t,” he whined, his legs beginning to tremble as he tried hard to control himself.
“Why not?”
“These c-clothes aren’t m-mine, they’re for the photoshoot!” he exclaimed. “Y/n please let me take them off first.”
“What’s the point?” You replied, sounding amused, making Jungwon look at you. “They’re already stained.”
Jungwon looked down as you removed your hand for a second to reveal a small wet patch from the precum. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “B-but these are-”
“Shhh… let it all out baby,” You whispered, teeth grazing against his earlobe. “Cum for me.”
“Y/n…” he moaned, grinding his lower half on your hand again and again.
“Clothes can be cleaned Wonnie, but you don’t want to go home without finishing, do you?” you teased. “I can stop now if you like… if you don’t want to ruin the clothes even more… but will you really be ok? I don’t think my baby boy could handle the rest of the photoshoot or the ride home.”
With each sentence your touch created more pleasure for Jungwon, teasing the outline of his dick and allowing the friction caused by the fabric to send him into overdrive.
“Go on Wonnie… you can do it,” you encouraged.
Jungwon pushed your hand away, grabbing your waist and grinding his body against yours desperately. Normally you might get angry if he was to act on his own accord, but his needy sounds were music to your ears.
It wasn’t long before Jungwon released into his pants and his body trembled. He rested his head on your shoulder as he came down from the high.
When you both pulled away from each other, Jungwon looked down at the now much larger patch on his pants.
“What am I going to tell the stylists?” He complained, making you smile at his expense.
“That you’re a whore who got off from dry humping,” You chuckled, placing a finger on the outline of his tip. It sent shivers down Jungwon’s spine.
“Please no more,” he begged. “This is mortifying enough.”
“You forget that I’m on the styling team, I’ll take care of it so stop worrying,” you said, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
When the two of you went back to the dressing room, you were lucky that no-one was there. You got Jungwon a fresh outfit and then fixed his make-up before sending him on his way.
Rather than going back to the set, you headed to the closet room where all the different outfits and makeup equipment were. As you tidied Jungwon’s ruined clothes away in the laundry box and busied yourself with other things, your colleagues returned to the room.
“They don’t even need our help to look good, we hardly need to fix them up on sets like these,” one of them said as they entered the room.
“Hey, y/n where did you run off to?”
“Stomach ache, thought it was best to get a break in before we start cleaning up and like you said, we’re not really needed on these types of shoots,” you said with a smile.
“What happened here?” Someone said, looking inside the laundry box. She picked up the folded pants and looked at the stain, eyes widening. “H-how…”
Since they were beginning to wrap up the shoot, Jungwon wanted to wait for you so that you could travel back together. As he was approaching the door to the stylists’ room, he stopped in his tracks when he heard the conversation.
“Didn’t Jungwon wear this outfit?” another said, and he instantly knew what they were talking about, so he stayed to listen. “Y/n didn’t you see him putting this in the laundry box?”
“It was already there when I came in,” you shrug. Since his cover was blown, you thought you should at least make sure they didn’t find out that you were the one that made it happen. Since you were facing the door, you noticed feet shuffling in an attempt to stay hidden, knowing immediately that it was Jungwon.
“We were supposed to reuse this outfit! How could he be so dirty?”
“It’s not a big deal, we can dry-clean it,” you replied.
“He could have at least waited… so filthy,” she said with a disappointed tone as she placed it back in the box.
“Hey it’s not that easy,” one of your male colleagues spoke up.
While they began arguing about ‘decency’, you took that as your cue to leave, grabbing your bag and jacket and slipping out of the door.
“You said you’d take care of it!” Jungwon complained as you two walked out of the now emptier building.
“I did try to hide it, but they found the clothes. That’s not my fault,” You shrugged, entering your car.
Jungwon sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed and a pout on his lips. Before you could start the car, you glanced at him, scanning his figure.
“Does it really bother you?” you asked. Jungwon didn’t respond. “Or did it turn you on?” You questioned, leaning across to grab his seatbelt for him. You made your movements slow on purpose, relishing his panic and the pink flush on his cheeks.
You pressed the seatbelt in and laughed. “It did turn you on, didn’t it!” you exclaimed.
“No!”
“Then what’s happening down there,” you argued, pointing at the hardening bulge. Jungwon’s hands flew to cover it up but his attempt was futile.
“You liked hearing them call you dirty… filthy…” you said, playing with the buckle on his belt.
“Maybe… I l-liked it,” Jungwon admitted.
“Should we continue this at my place?” you asked, to which he nodded feverishly.
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First time writing like this, but I had fun so let me know how it was :)
summary: your voice is sultry, smooth in the kind of way only a vampire’s is. like a siren calling to the sailor. but you’re not completely sure who the siren is at this point,
OR beomgyu goes to a vampire bar in hopes of fulfilling his depraved fantasies
warnings: dom reader, sub beomgyu, biting, blood drinking (it is vampire so what do you expect?), handjob, exhibitionism, reader calls gyu 'little lamb', fingering (m receiving), crying, kissing with blood in mouth (?), gyu in a skirt, possibly more i forgot
word count: 7k
a/n: this is a repost because i posted it for the first time while i was shadowbanned and i'm hoping that it does better this time. it's from the teaser here, there are a few tiny little changes from the beginning but nothing major.
He sits alone at the bar. You can only speculate why, with his pretty face and his pretty body it was a wonder he wasn't responding to the hungry eyes eating him up; including your own, unfortunately.
He seems bored, disinterested as he swirls the liquid around in his glass mindlessly.
Too bad, really. You could really bring some life (heh) to his night if he let you. You'd gladly take on the challenge. He was exactly the reason you’d come here tonight.
For him. For his type.
Nothing piqued your interest like the way he held himself. How he looked innocent and pure in an alluring kind of way despite his appearance, which spoke quite the opposite. His features feminine and gentle in a way that drove you wild.
He caught the eye immediately with glittery makeup that shimmered in the strobing lights of the club; drawing in the attention of passersbys like a siren, eyes stuck on him for the brief moment before they continued on with their night.
With the way plenty had looked at him you were surprised that no one had approached him yet. You were even more surprised that you hadn’t gotten up already.
Something inside of you told you to wait though, told you to play a little with him, make him work for it. Something you couldn’t quite place screamed that he often got what he wanted-and you had never one to play with your meal but just maybe once it would be a bit of fun.
With a little bit a vivid imagination and a special something you'd told the bartender to slip into your drink you could practically see it. How much more gorgeous he would look when he begged, with tears in his eyes too, cheeks flushed.
Tongue swiping over your teeth, you wonder if he's here for what you assume he is. To fulfill the reason that you came here tonight...or if your fangs would send him running in the opposite direction.
Who were you kidding though?
He's obviously here for a reason and with the way he's only leisurely sipping the drink in his hand you doubt it's only for that. You hope it's not only for that.
Crazy hot and seductive as shit, hopefully by choice, all you've been wanting all night was for him to look at you. He hasn't though and you're beginning to wonder if you should cut your losses and call it a night.
It's not common for you to be this...infatuated with a human but there's something different about him, something special that you can't shake.
And you only realize that your stare is so obvious, so shameless when he can feel it from across the bar, looking up so his eyes catch on your own.
He stiffens in his seat, looking startled but certainly not uncomfortable by any means. Flickering from your eyes to your mouth and then down to the rest of you, he takes it all in with another sip.
And ever so slowly you allow yourself to do the same, for probably the millionth time tonight already. Gaze dragging over the length his body, appreciating every little thing as they trail lower and lower.
He’s gorgeous, for a human and for a vampire as well; he clearly relishes in knowing the fact, with little details that only accentuate it.
A choker that sits snug against the smooth skin of his throat. One of the cute pink ones with the little metal heart placed in the front. Pale, unmarked skin moving beneath it, throat bobbing as he takes chugs down the rest of his drink and calls for another. Skin that's practically begging to be claimed.
By you? Well, only if the pretty thing would let you.
Really, it's more of a question of what you wouldn't do to him if he would let you.
The barely noticeable detail on the short skirt he’s wearing stands out to you. It's definitely not the length of it that calls your attention to it. The thing nearly short enough to be called scandalous but just breaks as passing with society’s expectations.
And lastly, but very certainly not in the least when it comes to this human, the knee-high boots make up for the length of his skirt as well as the thigh highs he’s clearly wearing underneath, little frills peeking out from where they end. Almost obsessively, your eyes rake down the delicious sliver of thigh that they reveal.
He focuses back at you now, looking like he expects for you to look ashamed at being caught, after all, you were boring holes into him.
But to his surprise, you don’t. You hold steady and continue your unabashed stare.
He flushes, as pretty as the rest of him, face downturned to the bar, hair falling just so.
He tugs a lip between his lips, perhaps unconsciously or maybe not. The mischievous twinkle in his eye argues for the latter.
You’d never excelled at understanding human emotions, much less read them off a pretty human boy’s face.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
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Your eyes. The deep shade of crimson they take on. The exact colour of blood. The exact colour of the essence that runs just beneath his skin.
They should really scare him more than anything.
They should make his skin crawl and make him feel the urge to run for the hills. Away from you. Away from everything that you could do to him if you wanted to.
The things that he wants you to do to him. But that's really not the point.
That's the first thing Beomgyu notices.
The way they bore into him, the crimson darkening by several shades to an entirely new kind of red. His skin crawls, invisible bugs scurrying over his body. Heat swells, filling him up to the brim-did they turn the heat up in here? They had to have turned the heat up.
Goosebumps break across the exposed skin of his thigh, a shiver runs up his spine, zinging him but not for the reasons they should.
You look away all too soon, shifting your focus to the bartender in front of you, leaving Beomgyu feeling weirdly cold once again.
He was kind of hoping you’d approach him. Sure, he could approach you, he would’ve but he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was more prey than hunter. After all, why else would he be here?
You’re gorgeous, all skin and grace, seductive while you playfully roll your eyes at the man in front of you. Your lips curl up into a smile and there they are.
Your fangs. Perfect ivory and considerably long, he could only imagine how deep they would bury inside his skin. How good they would feel-how good he’d heard they’d feel at least.
Beomgyu wondered how it would feel, how much it would hurt before everything else would take over, he wasn’t particularly against pain so that wasn’t much issue. He wondered how your lips would taste, how he’d taste to you.
Human blood tasted and smelt different to every vampire, some more desirable, some less. He hoped you found him desirable, and with the way you’d looked at him, dark and intense and hungry.
The amber liquid in his glass burns down his throat but makes his body feel all the less tense, all the more free. This was his second and last drink of the night. He’d heard it was better to stay mostly sober for these kinds of things. There was no saying what someone’s intentions could be and he didn’t want to turn up dead in the alley next door tomorrow.
Besides, even if this was his second day coming here and still, he hadn't been approached, his hopes of something happening tonight weren’t completely squashed yet.
Not with the way he could feel your eyes on him again, not subtle in the least, shameless in a way that drove him a touch insane.
His thighs rub together, trying to quell the heat lighting between them. Welcoming and also trying to reject the thought of how you would look at him, just like that, in a different kind of setting.
Beomgyu has no idea how, but you seem to notice the imperceptible movement, eyes flickering down to watch as your tongue peeks out to wet your lips.
He sits up straighter, flustered by the look, looking away and hoping you don't somehow notice the blush flooding his face. Using the opportunity to survey the busy venue.
It was definitely one of the more popular blood bars in the city, one of the better funded ones and the patrons only proved it. Humans and vampires alike dressed lavishly, screaming of an old kind of wealth. Showy-offy in a way that begged the eye not to look away.
The people here were certainly well off and that was obvious. Practically dripping in jewels and riches, many scantily clad and wearing nearly nothing at all, yet still looking expensive.
He was glad that he’d gone with his gut to overdo instead of underdo. His roommate had frowned when he saw Beomgyu leaving the apartment, asking him if that was really what he was wearing.
Beomgyu had never taken much mind to being slut-shamed, if anything that meant that the skirt was just the right length but these words almost made him turn back to his room and change into something more 'suitable'.
He's glad he didn't. He fits in more like this and the outfit, as well as the makeup certainly garnered its fair-share of wanted attention.
“Can I get you anything?”
The bartender was a tall man, lithe and nearly able to pass as a human before his winning customer service smile revealed the fangs hidden just beneath his lips.
“No, I’m good, thank you.”
The man-vampire followed Beomgyu's line of sight, settling on you. "Is there anything else I can get you? Perhaps a name or a number?"
Beomgyu looked back at him, slightly horrified at the thought. "No!" he cleared his throat in an attempt to cover the outburst. "Uh-no, no, that's okay. I'm good, really."
He smiled politely and the bartender nodded, "Okay then just call me over then if you need anything else."
His eyes were back on you the second he was gone. But you haven't looked back yet, instead talking with the other bartender across.
Beomgyu can’t help but find himself slightly disappointed.
His friend Yeonjun had recommended he come to this place. Technically Yeonjun’s partner had.
He had been pleasantly surprised to find that Yeonjun was dating someone when he saw him after all these years. He was even more shocked to find out that he was dating a vampire. He was never that close to Yeonjun but his mom was friends with Beomgyu’s and he certainly remembered his immense fear of vampires from then.
People could change though of course and Beomgyu was never one to judge especially on the topic, he wondered but didn't care enough to ask.
The only real reason that they had rekindled was because Beomgyu had just moved to the area and Yeonjun needed someone else to pay the rent. On those terms an easy arrangement was made.
He quickly moved in with the two of them. It wasn’t the best situation that he could find himself in but certainly wasn’t a bad one.
Their apartment was small to have three people living in it and the walls were much too thin for the activities that his two roommates engaged in (Yeonjun really was too loud for his own good) but otherwise they were okay roommates and showed him around the city like his own personal tourguides.
Either way, Beomgyu started his search to get out of there pretty quickly. He did like Yeonjun, despite the fact that he's a little bit too uptight and a little bit too overbearing, he found his partner to be quite interesting.
They were the one to tell him about this place, an exclusively night bar where they worked. It was supposed to be quiet and relatively safe compared to some of the other places like this in the city, partially because of the rich patrons.
It was one of the clubs for vampires who wanted to feed and humans that wanted to be fed from and Beomgyu couldn’t help the way his interest was piqued.
He’d always had a weird obsession with their kind. It was an embarrassing subject for him. He’d grown up in a small town where the topic was taboo at least, and being shunned from the community at worst. The idea of engaging with vampires was worse than watching porn or going to the strip club, more like the type of thing that parents would kick their children for thinking about.
It was one of the reasons he was so surprised that Yeonjun had decided to date one.
In the bigger cities though, like this one, vampires were more common and people were less afraid. There was less stigma to stereotypes and misconceptions than the small towns had.
But it was odd that so quickly his perception had changed. He’d thought he’d gotten over it a long time ago, thought that it had been quelled ever since that documentary in school about "The Truth About Vampires-Parasites! Soulless bloodsuckers!". It scared the shit out of him and from then on he vowed that he wouldn't be caught dead searching up vampire porn on his laptop ever again.
Until he got here. Beomgyu couldn’t help the way his body heated up when Yeonjun told him about how it felt to be drunk from. How it felt down from the little prick of pain when their fangs entered the skin to how intoxicating, how high-inducing and euphoric it felt.
It led to the fantasy reappearing in his dreams the next night and a very tense silence between the him and Yeonjun the next day as they nursed terrible hangovers. Where Yeonjun had his partner to take care of him afterwards though, as Beomgyu heard through the too thin walls later that night, all Beomgyu had were his thoughts
Maybe he was a perv. A freak, or a degenerate. For taking up the offer from Yeonjun’s partner to be driven here. For coming here to fulfill his depraved fantasies he'd sworn off a long time ago. But seeing as there was this many other humans lounging around the room. Dancing and drinking and being fed from out in the open or being dragged to a back room, he could feel just a little bit normal.
If tonight didn’t work out either, he wouldn’t mind coming here another night to try again. Though he could only hope that he’d see you tomorrow.
He didn’t know what it was, but something about you he couldn’t quite shake, he couldn’t quite-he looked up again to see you gone. The space where you sat empty.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you look a little lonely.”
His attention snaps up in an instant.
His head reels as he registers the red eyes looking down at him, the way that you seemed to be bemused at his speechlessness.
“Um, I-“
You seem to have nothing but amusement toward his reaction. Unfazed as you gesture towards the stool next to him. “Is this seat taken?”
“Yes.” you look almost shocked as he says the word, disappointed in a way that makes him think that the infatuation was mutual. “By you.” Beomgyu isn’t quite sure where he gets the confidence to say that but the words come either way.
And they’re almost enough to make you laugh, but not quite. You take a seat, angling your body towards his.
The silence is brief, a few seconds of you surveying him once again but this time a bit closer, a bit more intimate as you reach for the frills on the hem of his thigh-highs, playing with it as he tries his best not to flinch.
Instead of emanating any kind of body heat it’s cold, like a chill coming out of your skin that feels good against in the humid stuffy air of this place.
“So, what’re you here for?”
The question has an easy answer, and that is to get fucked up, not necessarily sex, but he’s heard that a vampire drinking from someone feels like something akin to an orgasm only better than that. He can’t say that though, it’s crude and though he has no trouble being labelled a slut, he doesn’t want you to think that he’d open his legs for anything with fangs.
So instead, “Eh, a new crowd I guess.”
Not entirely a lie, it was a change of scenery, but then again everything about the city was.
Here vampires were allowed to walk free instead of being run out of the town and humans weren’t ostracized for befriending or even getting romantically involved with one.
His parents would disown him if they even knew he was here tonight.
“Meet some new people, see some of the things I wouldn’t see at home.”
The way you look at him is skeptical. You obviously don’t believe the shit coming out of his mouth. Your hand slips higher. “Really now? A new crowd? That’s it?”
No. That’s not just it and Beomgyu’s a tad embarrassed that you can see through him so easily but the feeling is easily overpowered by the want to throw himself at you.
He sucks in a breath, heart thumping so hard he’s sure you can hear. You let out a puff of air. Clearly you’re ready for this game to end, tired of him playing hard to get and done feeding into it.
“You don’t want something maybe a bit…more?” Your voice lowers a few octaves, sultry and smooth.
Like a siren calling to the sailor. Hypnotizing and mesmerizing.
Neither of you are too sure who the siren is at this point though.
It could be the vampire and to Beomgyu, it is. Captivating eyes and sharp fangs, lulling voice that sings to him like no other. All vampires that have that kind of weird alluring quality to them but yours is different, yours is something else entirely.
The human maybe as well. The one that you haven’t been able pull your eyes away from all night. Pretty makeup and pretty clothes. His scent like chocolate and a dash of vanilla. A human unlike any other you’ve had the pleasure of meeting.
Throat dry, eyes fixated in places they shouldn’t be, he nods and you watch his throat bob, that vein in his neck bulging.
Before he realizes what’s happening, your lips are next to his ear, “Look, little lamb,” His body stiffens at the name you've decided to give him. “I am here for something, and with the way that you’ve been eye-fucking me all night, I’m sure that you are too.” you cut off, smiling as you mouth at his skin, “So let’s cut to the chase. Are you on the same page that I am?”
Nails dig into his flesh and he gasps, jumping in his seat, looking shocked and a little turned on before shifting as close as he possibly can considering the fact that you’re on two separate barstools. “Yes, I—I think so,”
“So…you wouldn’t mind if I just…” his gasp rings out, heart skipping a beat as you pull him into your lap, perching him so he’s straddling your thighs. His face so, so close to yours. He can feel your breath on fanning across his cheeks and lips. He could count each of your individual eyelashes if he wanted. Your eyes flicker down. “If I just kissed you? Until you’re breathless and panting against me, all weak and needy?” He can feel your nose brushing against his. “Leave you trembling and shaking, begging me for more, pleading for me not to stop…would you mind?”
That’s it. He’s short-circuited, eyes unfocused, a haze already taking over. “Please.” is all he can come up with but you don’t seem deterred at all by the fact.
“Good.”
He can hardly believe this is happening. Hardly believe that you’re real. A long-lived fantasy from ever since he was a teenager and stumbled upon porn brought to real life, right in front of him. Groping him, in the middle of a bar, calling him a little lamb, pulling him into your lap. In front of the entire bar.
He’s so hard, it hurts. He hopes you don’t notice. Or maybe he hopes you do.
He wants you to kiss him hard, bite and shred up his lips before you move down, using him in any way that you want, he won’t complain, he’ll be so, so good.
You lean closer and his eyelids slip shut, awaiting for your lips on his…they never meet. They’re on his neck instead, licking up and nipping at the shell of his ear, dragging down his jaw. “Tell me what you want, tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
“I-i…” He can’t think properly, you’re a fucking wet dream to him. You’re offering him all he’s ever wanted and he can’t think of anything but your fangs against his fucking neck. “S-shit,” He twitches, throbs. “Mark me, bite me.” He’s desperate, clutching onto you like you’ll disappear any second and he’ll be robbed of the chance he’s been so desperate for all his life. Of you and your scent and your mouth. “I-please-make me bleed, k-kiss me with my blood in your mouth, make me taste myself,”
“Mhm, okay, that can be arranged”, you whisper, nails digging in to grab more of his thigh. He shivers and watches pervertedly as your tongue peeks out from between your lips to wet them. “Y’know, I don’t want you to feel pressured, you can say no and I’ll let you leave,” You mutter. “I promise you’ll make it back home tonight-alive, that is.”
You laugh at your own joke, awaiting for his answer-verbally-and not just him whining like a like clingy whore. Or grinding down against you like he’s your own personal lap dance, chasing for that spark of pleasure with a sharp keen.
He squirms pathetically in your lap, Clutching onto you, off in his own world. “A-ah, y-yes,” his cheeks are so flushed, his legs so tense in your hands. “G-god, anything! I promise, I’ll be good!”
What an offer.
You could hardly take a pass on it, hardly ignore this pretty thing.
Others around the room pervertedly watch, getting ready for a show in the middle of the bar, hardly a rare occurrence but it’s not your style. You don’t like to share your things. And for tonight this human boy is yours.
Only yours.
Without a word, you’re pushing him off your lap, ignoring his anguished cry and bratty groan as you grip his wrist. He squeaks. It’s firm but not painful, tugging him towards an almost hidden exit door.
“Wha-“
“Shh, just follow my lead.”
So he does, following behind with few words of complaint. Not that he can think of much anyway, not around the cloud of lust that feels like cotton in his head.
Before his mind catches up to what’s going on you’re out in the alleyway beside the bar. A light flickers at the end of the street, far off from where you are, just barely illuminating your eyes that stare down at him hungrily.
Pressing his hips down you shove his shivering body against the dirty wall. He can feel grit and moss and something that feels wet soaking into the fabric of his skirt.
He would normally complain, complain but unlike he normal, he doesn’t mind. Because under your watch he can’t help the way his heartbeat quickens, heart working on overtime as the adrenaline begins to take over.
His jaw fits perfectly in your hand and his eyes flutter before slipping shut, leaning into your cool touch as your thumb delicately explores over the ridges of his face, down his cheekbone and over his lips.
He’s so warm. You can’t help but marvel at him, tracing the creases of his eyes, wiping some of the glitter down the side of his face. He shudders out a breath and you smile, like a cat that’s caught a bird. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna ruin all of this,” his skin is almost scalding. Different. A warmer touch than you’ve felt in a long time. “Make you cry, make all of your pretty makeup run.”
“Please,” he breathes, he begs, raw desire pouring into the singular word. “Please do.”
He’s been so patient. So good for you. A good little toy to your teasing. You suppose he should get a little reward for his troubles.
You watch in fascination as he sighs shakily, hot breath starting to come out in pants. His heart pounds wildly in your ears and you quickly scan over him for the cause.
You quickly find it.
You.
Standing over him as he tightly clings to you. Like he never wants you to leave. His eyes open slightly, wide and needy, your pokerface slipping into a smirk you can’t hold back.
His body shivers in anticipation and your eyes once again find that tiny sliver of thigh exposed, pale skin, unblemished calling out to you like an invitation.
To touch, to squeeze, to explore.
To bite, hopefully.
He jumps when you to touch him, from the cold, he tells himself.
He swears he hears you growl when you make contact but he can’t hear very well over the sound of the city. Nails graze the skin before quickly skipping over where you’d already been. Toying with the hem of his skirt and then sliding under, up higher.
His panting gets heavier. His head falls into the crook of your neck with a pathetic whine, hot puffs of air caressing your skin.
He’s hot and heavy in your hand, underwear a forgone piece of clothing for tonight.
“Slut.” You hiss. He throbs, pre cum leaking all over your hand as he grits his teeth, trying not to fuck himself into your hand like he so badly wants. “You can’t wait to be fucked, can you?” you whisper, “just needed someone to do it for you.” Your hand tightens around him and he chokes out a moan followed by a sob. “Right little lamb?”
Your tone is so menacing, it’s so hot. The cool outside air is nothing compared to his feverish skin.
It seems, the only thing that could cool him down is you.
“Wanna fuck up into my hand?” He’s so wet it makes it so easy for your hand to move along the length of him. “Wanna cum?”
Beomgyu loves this kind of teasing, though he’d never admit it. He loves the fact that you take some kind of wicked pleasure in making him all red, that he knows you want to make him nothing more than a begging writhing mess tonight.
Teasing is his forte. Edging is his favourite pastime. He can take this.
But really, as much as he wants to savour this, you’re right. He really, really, really wants to cum. Already, so quickly it’s almost embarrassing. He just wishes that you’d hurry it up already.
That you’d give up the act and slip to your knees in front of him.
Instead you squeeze his cock, thumb toying over the tip. Beomgyu gasps, tongue needily moving against your neck, licking over the smooth, oddly cold juncture, nipping and whining before moving over to your jugular.
He shivers when he feels no pulse there.
“Tell me what you want little lamb.” He wants so many things. Too many things.
“I need it.” Every ounce of need is poured into the three words, a whine and a beg and a plea all mixed into one. His body shaking with desire.
“Do you now?” You tease.
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” His voice is muffled and it’s hard not resist the urge to dig your nails into his scalp, force him to look at you, so you can see his pretty face and glossy eyes while you make him fall apart. His noises are just as pretty though, straight into your ear, a chill running down your spine at the contrast of your body’s temperature versus the heat of his breath. So just this once you’ll let him.
For now you’ll just rest your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly in a way that makes him purr and shudder, muffled moans reverberating against your skin.
“You that worked up already? That easily, huh?”
“So easy, just a toying with your cock for a little bit? Or is it the fact that we’re out here?” you coo. His breath hitches as you pull his skirt down just over his hips. He stiffens, worried for a second that you’re going to strip him down completely in this alleyway.
Where someone could so easily see the two you.
Where a worker could come to take the trash out.
Where a drunken patron could wander out.
Where more vampires could find you.
Why does that thought sound so good?
He cuts off into a hiss, biting down on his lips so hard he can taste blood trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape.
“Oh, is that it? Want someone to come out, watch me make a mess of you?” everything screams at him to nod, to scream out the truth but he doesn't. He only whimpers while biting down on his lip.
“Oh, you’re so close…Makes me wonder if I should slow down, give you a break?” He shakes his head insistently, frantically, devastated at the very thought. You sigh over-dramatically-as if he didn’t give you the very reaction that you wanted. “Okay then tell me how you feel little lamb. Tell me how good I make you feel.”
You’re tortuous. You’re making head spin and his blood boil with need. You’re smirking all the while and enjoying his desperate whimpers into your ear, getting all worked up.
You’re mean. You’re so, so mean. And he loves it.
He can’t vocalize it though, can’t find his voice or get out the words stuck in his throat.
Guess you’ll have to force them out of him then.
Beomgyu lets himself be pulled off of you, allowing you to push him back against the wall harder so that every inch of his back is pressed against it. And despite the squeak of indignation of being pushed away from you he seems more than happy about this rough handling.
Even more so as you fall to your knees in front of him.
With the view of you standing below him, hungry eyes searing on his skin, focusing on every vantage point.
His neck, his wrists, his thighs.
He feels as if he’s been burnt wherever you stare too long, skin on fire but it’s okay, okay because the pain somehow makes it so much better.
“You just gonna stare at me all night?”
Finally your attention flicks back up to his face, taking in his blown out pupils and lustful expression. “And what if I do?”
“You love the attention, don’t you?” Fingers slide along the hem of his thigh highs. “Love it when I look at you,” he gasps when he feels you rip the flimsy fabric, too far gone to be pissed, to even cry out in indignation before it’s replaced with your lips.
His body convulses as you kitten lick a long stripe from where the now ruined hem is all the way to where his thigh meets his hip. “You love it when you know that I’m thinking about you.”
Your breath is cold against his cock as you blow air at it, devoid of the usual warm brush of air he’s used to. “Do you wanna know what I think about you? Hear about all the ways I want to ruin you?”
His hands clench and unclench in intervals. He wants to touch you so bad, wants to feel your hair between his fingers, brush his thumb over the cool skin of your face and lips.
He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch though. He’s not willing to risk it if he knows there’s a chance you’ll stop. He wants this so bad, fuck, he really does. He wants it more than anything else in the world-and he has the chance right now! He has the vampire between his legs, teeth grazing his thighs.
He has the means and the want and the opportunity…but it’s up to you in the end.
“Please don’t stop,” he pleads, rolling his hips up, “I-I’ll die without it.”
You bark out a laugh and that’s all he hears before he watches, eyes wide as your teeth sink into his skin and you’re groaning, gulping down like a starved animal. Beomgyu swears he sees white, or black, or…he can’t really tell but the breath is sucked from his lungs. His fingers claw desperately at the alley wall, trying to find some sort of sanity in the pleasure.
A whorish cry is ripped from his lungs, deaf on his own his ears as ecstasy and pain together and intertwined, one and the same take over his entire body.
He feels like he’s been set it on fire, like he’s been dipped into molten lava or some shit equivalent that his head can’t wrap around.
It’s intense-so fucking intense-Yeonjun downplayed it so much. But then again, absolutely nothing could get him ready for this.
His ears ring and his legs shake as if they’re about to give out. His posture is kept up only from the wall firm behind his back and your hands holding onto him so tightly he’s positive there will be bruises in their place tomorrow.
It feels like he’s cumming but a hundred times more intense, no-a million times-more. He can’t breath, oh fuck, he can’t breath.
His lungs scream for air, but he doesn’t remember how to use them. He feels like he’s been winded, all the oxygen knocked out of him.
Everything aches and everything feels so good. His hands finally clench into your hair and he can feel your lips suctioning at his skin like you were trying to leave a hickey, only he knows there will be much more left behind than just a bruise.
He’s only vaguely aware that he must sound like some sort of dying animal with the way he howls in pleasure, strangled cries released into the night one after another.
He must look like one too with how his hands grasp at your hair, nearly clawing at your scalp, desperately searching for some way to stabilize his sanity that is slowly slipping away with how good this fucking feels.
Your nose nudges against his heated skin, lips suckling, groaning around the area as you continue to drink more and more until he feels so lightheaded he’s worried he’s going to pass out.
And then you let him go.
Beomgyu groans in relief or in disappointment, he doesn’t know. He stares down at you: makeup smeared, drool dripping, hands clutching. He focuses on your stained red teeth, eyes dazed and sharp.
“Did you just cum?”
His hips buck, a meek whine escaping. He nods. But it’s not enough cumming once, not anywhere near enough, he’s still hard and throbbing for your touch. It’s almost as if he can feel the venom of your bite working through his system, corrupting and taking over everything, making his head spin as he arches his back slightly, presenting himself to you for further exploration.
“Please don’t stop, god, I need you so bad~” he’s whiney and he’s adorable, his words slurred, his cheeks pink. “I w-wan’ you to explore every inch of me,” You look up at him, speechless, head filling with thoughts of bloodlust and his body as his hips chase nothing but air, moaning all the while. “Don't hold back, I want to feel everything."
“Really, little lamb? Everything.” You taunt, before you stand, coming face to face with him and finally your lips slam against his, harsh and almost aggressive, fingers knotting into his hair, pushing him closer like you’re trying to consume him.
The taste of iron fills his mouth and he whimpers, clinging onto your shoulders, knees weak at the realization. Warm tears spill down his cheeks but you’re quick to wipe them away with your fingers, succeeding in smudging the last bits of his makeup to hell.
“Fuck you’re so pretty,” you mutter, sucking his tongue into your mouth, drool and spit making a mess everywhere. “I just wanna eat you alive,” the words are sent directly between his legs as your hands slip under his skirt once more, rubbing at his taint before falling back a bit more.
Beomgyu’s eyes slip shut, pulling away from the kiss, knocking his head back against the alley wall with a wanton whine. “P-put them in-please, put them in.” He chokes out.
First you bring your fingers up and shove them into his mouth, collecting a disgusting amount of saliva that’s pooled in his mouth. “Suck.” He does, with a fervent desire, whimpering and swirling his tongue around them as if they were a dick.
Then they’re back where they were before.
He shakes, eyes finding yours with a mix of desire and submission in them. "Please...please put your fingers inside me," he begs, low and needy as he spreads his legs wider for you. "I-I want to feel you inside me...I need it so badly," he grinds down, desperate for your touch.
He lets out a soft gasp as your finger enters him; slow and steady. "Yes...just like that. Deeper. Fuck, feel so full~”
You scissor your fingers, and all composure is lost as he moans loudly at the feeling. No words come to mind, nothing can be said, only be felt.
You find his prostate with ease, pressing down on it, making your little lamb scream into the empty alley, his voice hoarse and gravelly as he pleads mindlessly, hips snapping forward so much you have to pin them against the wall.
“Yeah? That feel good? Having my fingers so deep inside you, huh?” He nods eagerly, his body shaking as you press down on his prostate. He's panting heavily now, barely able to form words.
Beomgyu loses himself in the sensation of your fingers deep inside him. He feels on the edge, his body shaking with pleasure as he grips onto you tightly, nails scratching at your skin though he knows that it’ll do nothing. "Yes...yes I'm so close," he gasps out between moans and twitches.
His walls clench around you as you add a third one in, almost as if they’re sucking you in deeper and deeper.
He's barely able to stand up straight, his legs trying to spread wider, his skirt restricting room until in one swift move you rip a slit all the way up. His gasp is shocked. He'll be angry at you later. But not now as you take his knee in your free hand and throw it around your hip, giving you more access to press even harder against his prostate.
Beomgyu’s eyes roll back in bliss as you abuse the spot over and over. Waves of pleasure crashing over him, he looks up at you with a pleading expression in his eyes, his fingers gripping tightly onto your shoulders. "Please...please let me cum," he begs in a low, husky voice. "I need it so badly...let me cum for you," he pleads desperately, his body quivering with anticipation, so close to exploding he can’t think straight.
“Cum.”
He cries out as the flood bursts through, lost in the moment now, vaguely aware of anything except for the mind-blowing pleasure coursing through his veins. "Oh god...yes!"
His orgasm seems to last an eternity, every inch of his being exploding with pleasure. You're sure that everybody inside bar has heard you now, that your pretty boy was too loud, that he is still too loud as he pants and shudders against you, dumb with pleasure as his cum soaks into the fabric of his skirt and drips down his thighs and your arms.
You’d clean it up for him if he weren’t holding onto you so tightly, ensuring that you can’t move. Well, you could move if you really wanted to, but you don’t want to.
Instead, no words are exchanged as you slowly move your arms up, wrapping around his waist in return. He looks up at you, eyes bleary and unfocused, drooping shut drowsily.
You sigh, realizing that you’ll have to take care of him for the rest of the night whether that be trying to figure out where he lives or taking him back to your own.
He sighs dreamily, breathing getting slower as he drifts off. Still covered in cum and drool, smudged makeup on his face and blood stained on his lips.
He's the siren and you're the sailor, there could be no other way. He lured you in and you had not a hint that you'd be trapped with him for however long he wanted you after that.
Pushing back the sweaty hair that sticks to his forehead, you smile, unable to bring yourself to be the slightest bit upset about it.
Either way, he’ll wake up tomorrow morning, completely fucked up and you're sure that you’ll be there to nurse him through it.
a/n: anyway, i'm hoping this does better than the other one because the other one did shit, but yeah.
thought abt sunoo desperate to suck ur tits to relieve himself..
he definitely wouldn't say out loud that he wants to suck your tits but he would be super obvious about it. he's not shy about staring right at your boobs for as long as it takes you to notice.
as soon as you realize what he wants you lovingly laugh at him as you remove your shirt and bra, bringing an eager look to his face.
he's quick to sit on your thigh, pop a tit in his mouth, and start grinding on you. you make him do all the work so he cums in his pants and does the walk of shame to clean himself up afterward.
i know this is short but i've never written something like this and honestly i don't know if i'm super comfy with it, but i thought i'd try!
random thought but why do i feel like heeseung is hairless down there-
i agree!!! i think that he prefers being hairless not only for his partner's sake but also just because it's more comfortable to him. but he would definitely flaunt his smoothness whenever him and his partner are getting down to business LOL
I've been giving a lot of thought to teasing Heeseung in a public place, and the poor boy has to try his hardest not to get hard...
ah this would be so fun
you'd be out at a café with heeseung and a couple of the other members. at first, you weren't trying to tease hee, but then you noticed how his breath hitched when you placed your hand on his thigh and a switch was flipped in you.
you started squeezing and rubbing his thigh, going slightly higher every so often, all while keeping a conversation with jake and jay who were sitting across from you. heeseung was getting noticeably more worked up- so much so that he stopped contributing to the conversation. jay noticed his silence pretty quickly.
"heeseung are you okay? you got quiet and you look... uncomfortable or something," he stated.
you turned to look at heeseung to hear his response.
"huh? oh y-yeah i'm fine i just-"
you pressed your palm to his bulge, causing him cough to cover up the sound he would have otherwise made.
"-i just feel a little sick, is all," he finished saying after his coughing fit.
jay nodded. but you weren't through with embarrassing him. you could tell he was trying his hardest not to get hard, but you could feel it happening anyway.
"oh, is your throat hurting, hee?" you asked innocently, before adding, "you should go order some hot tea, that should help."
you were going to make him get up in front of them. heeseung looked at you with eyes that screamed, please don't make me, but you were already giving him your card.
he made a pouty face at you but accepted his fate. he took your card and stood up reluctantly, doing everything he could to cover the erection pressing against his jeans, and swiftly walked to the counter to order his tea.
despite his efforts to hide it, jake and jay definitely understood what was going on, and while heeseung was at the counter the two of them looked at you with faces that were growing redder by the second.
MTL about which one of the boys (legal line) would you like a spanking?
most
heeseung!!
definitely likes it the most, and will literally go out of his way to do something that will get him punished just cause he loves being spanked by you. he loves feeling small and pathetic, but it's also just an excuse for you to touch his ass, which he also can't get enough of. he also likes the way you take care of him afterward <3
jay
this might be hard to believe but i will make it make sense. jay thinks it's so hot that you have the ability to make him crumble under your orders. he loves that even though you're smaller than him and look so innocent, you can absolutely ruin him whenever you want to. when you're spanking him, he can't get enough cause he loves feeling like he belongs to you.
sunoo, jungwon
they both are pretty neutral about it. they don't try for it but they take it when given. i think sunoo enjoys a the pain of it when he gets it, while jungwon enjoys the feeling of being owned. it isn't something that excites them unless they're already horny for another reason.
sunghoon
doesn't like it, tries to avoid it. he understands that sometimes you need to punish him so it still happens occasionally. it actually makes him learn his lesson- he won't do that particular thing ever again. makes him feel guilty.
jake
he hates it. it just makes him feel guilty and sad, and he doesn't like the pain. you've tried before but he ended up needing to use a safe word so since then you have found other ways to punish him. he's just too soft for it <3
least
a/n i feel like my opinions on this are different from a lot of people's on here so i'm excited to bring some new food for thought!!
let's talk about how Jungwon would be a needy boyfriend... always desperate for your touch
YOU'RE SO RIGHT
he would be super clingy at all times of the day but especially when he's horny. and you know him well enough to figure out when he is.
it's when he starts sitting on your lap, shoving his face in the crook of your neck, and wearing clothes with less coverage that you really know what he needs. he just refuses to say it out loud so he does everything else possible to be super obvious about it.
he would be shy about it until you bring it up. then he'd just start begging.
you know... "is there something you need, won? you're acting like a slut."
and when you call him a slut his self control crumbles. "please touch me," he whines.
you can't help but tease him at least a little bit.
"what do you mean? i'm already touching you?"
he pouts and says, "you know what i mean," with a faux angry expression.
you do know what he means, and as much as you love teasing him, you were feeling too nice to keep going. so, you do what he wants, which is usually a blowjob, since jungwon loves cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow.
mwahahaha i love teasing baby boy jungwon he's just so cute >:(
you just did a jake one but i just think that puppy jake. and he gets left at home by himself all day and gets sad and pouty but y/n comes home to give him some much needed attention 🫶😁 in more ways than one ahahaha
i 🩷 puppy jake🫶
warnings: hybrid jake, breeding
he would be so so pouty and whiny omg and would make you feel so bad for leaving him home alone while you were at work.
say you left at 9 am. all day long you would receive calls and texts from jake asking, "when are you coming home?" and "i miss you," "it's so quiet here." he definitely knows your work schedule, but he just wanted your attention.
eventually, though, after a little while he stops contacting you. you understand why when you get home around 6pm and find him curled up on your side of the bed, nose stuck in a sweater of yours. his soft ears perked up in your direction when you crossed through the threshold.
his ears gave him away. he was awake. he was definitely trying to pretend to be asleep but you knew jake. it became even more obvious when his tail started wagging. he was still pretending to be sleeping though, which was funny.
"puppy, i'm home," you said. his ears twitched toward you but he didn't respond.
"jake i know you're awake. your body is kind of betraying you right now," you pointed out as you gestured toward his still wagging tail.
he finally turned over in defeat, but didn't make eye contact with you.
"you were gone for so long," he pouted.
"i'm sorry baby but you know i have to work," you replied. he just nodded as you sat down next to him on the bed.
his tail was lightly hitting your knee. he was still glad to see you even if he was a little bit sad.
"is there anything i can do to make it up to you?" you asked him while placing a hand on his head to pet between his ears. he shrugged, still attempting to act a bit cold towards you. you knew what would make him feel better, and if he wasn't going to request it then you would.
"how about i let you breed me, jakey?" you suggested in an innocent tone.
when your words fell on his ears he scrambled to sit up with a huge smile on his face. "really?" he asked, tail wagging much more aggressively now. it made you giggle a little bit. he's cute.
"yeah, i want you to fill me with your puppies. but only if you want to..." you teased.
"yes! yes i want to!"
you didn't let him breed you very often so when you did it was a real treat for him.
he stuffed you full of his cum for hours that night. after that, he wasn't sad anymore.
LOL okay so i might have to write an extended version of this with the actual smut written out, i just wasn't prepared to do it right now. so lmk if you want the full thing!! but puppy jake is so insanely needy and sweet i can't help but give him everything he wants :(
finding out jake has a mommy kink and he gets all shy about it🤭
YESS i love shy boys🫶
i swear he would accidentally call you "mommy" just while going about his normal routine one day.
like you would be coming home from the store after getting groceries and you'd tell jake that you got him his favorite food/drink/candy and he would so innocently just say "thank you mommy!" when normally he would just call you by your name. almost immediately as he said it though, he realized what he just did and clasped a hand over his mouth.
before you could properly react, jake scurried away to your shared bedroom, embarrassed of what he had just revealed about himself.
dumbfounded, you followed his trail to find him face down on your bed with his face buried into a pillow. you sat down next to him, placing a hand on his back.
"jakeyyy," you sang.
he didn't answer. if you were being honest, you'd never really thought you'd like being called "mommy", but as soon as jake did it, and you processed it, you wanted more, and you were going to get it.
"baby, look at mommy," you half-ordered him.
at this, he turned over to look at you. his face was beet red. due to embarrassment or arousal, you weren't sure. you placed a hand on his waist and started rubbing circles with your thumb.
"i don't want you to be embarrassed, jake. if this is something you like then i like it too," you told him before leaning down to kiss his lips. when you did this, you noticed him slightly grinding his hips up in search of something. you pulled away from his mouth.
"mommy, please touch me," he whined at you.
okay anon i hope this is at least kind of similar to what you wanted, lmk if you like it‼️ but for real i love love love super shy boys- i just wanna make them scream and cry🤩
warnings: sub!sunoo, pet names, thigh-riding, hickeys, blowjob, nipple play(?), sunoo has stretch marks, cum eating, bit of aftercare, lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 1.1k
lowercase intended! pls lmk of typos!
4 or so hours ago, you recieved a video call from sunoo while he was taking a break from practice. when you answered, you were met with his pouty face.
"i only have 10 minutes. can you help me? please?" he whined. you didn't have to ask to know what he meant.
sunoo knows how you feel about him touching himself. he knows you don't really like it, but you have been known make exceptions when he asks you so nicely.
but instead of helping like he thought you would, you asked if he could wait until he got home.
"you'd rather me help you in person, right baby?" you asked in a soft voice. he looked disappointed. so pitiful. so needy.
he agreed with a sigh and hung up after a few minutes to go back to practice.
you did feel a bit guilty for making him wait, but you knew that you could make him feel 100x better than his hand could.
since the call, you've been patiently waiting for him to come home. around 9 pm you heard the door unlock.
you quickly inserted your bookmark in your current read and met your boy at the door.
he dropped his things and turned toward you.
"hey love, how was practice?" you asked him before slipping your hands under his shirt to caress his waist.
his attempted answer was interrupted by a soft moan escaping his mouth. he had been horny for hours- your mere touch was enough to light a fire within him. he dropped his head onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and letting out a shaky breath, subtly pressing his hard-on into your thigh.
you could feel the slight rocking of his hips and feel the erratic beating of his heart.
without another word, you pushed sunoo off of you and grabbed his hand to drag him to your room. he followed without question.
once inside, the first thing you did was push sunoo onto the bed and pull his sweatpants off in a swift motion.
the wet spot you saw at the front of his boxers made you coo. poor baby.
you pulled him into a sitting position, and sitting down next to him, you grabbed his waist, moving him to sit down on your thigh.
he groaned at the pressure, throwing his arms around your neck and letting his head hang low.
you put a hand under his chin to pull his head up before latching your lips onto his. as soon as he was holding his own head up, you moved your hands down to grab his hips and pushed him further into your thigh, causing him to moan into your mouth.
finally, he started grinding like his life depended on it. he was still trying to kiss you, but was becoming sloppy as the sounds escaping him were preventing him from keeping his mouth shut.
you decided to abandon the kiss and just focus on grinding him harder and harder onto yourself.
once his breaths started becoming shorter shallower you knew he was close, so you held his hips still.
"no! no, no, no i was so close," he whined, almost crying.
your intention wasn't to edge him or tease him, you just wanted to make him cum with your mouth.
"it's okay baby, you'll get to finish soon, i promise."
you pulled him off of your thigh and pushed him onto his back before pulling his shirt over his head and his soaked boxers down his legs.
hovering over him, you pinned his hands above his head and began kissing down his torso, licking and sucking wherever you saw fit. tens of short, quiet moans left sunoo's mouth as you marked up his chest and tummy.
you paid extra attention to his nipples, kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking on the sensitive areas. he squirmed and whined like a dog.
finally, you made your way further down between his legs, taking a moment to admire the way he looked right now.
not wanting to waste another minute, you held his hips down with one hand, took his cock in your other, and put your mouth down on him, earning a beautiful sound from sunoo.
you traced the veins with your tongue, feeling the blood pulsing through them and hummed, providing him with a bit of extra stimulation.
you swirled your tongue around his tip, dipping it into his slit a few times just to feel his hips twitch.
you took your mouth off of him for just a second to say, "let me know when you're close," before going back down on him.
you relished in the taste of him, sucking him off like it was your last meal.
feeling that he was nearing the edge, you let go of his hips and moved your hands to grab his thighs. your fingers traced delicately along his stretch marks, the light touch driving him insane.
he bucked his hips up, almost causing you to gag before yelling, "close!"
that was your cue. you pulled your mouth off him and quickly replaced it with your hand, jerking him off as quick as you could, rubbing his tip with your thumb as his breathing once again became shorter and shallower.
5 more seconds and he let out a choked sob as he released, the white ropes painting his tummy.
while he was coming down from his high, you got to work cleaning him up.
you licked most of the puddle of cum off of his tummy, scooping up the rest with your fingers.
you leaned up and tapped on sunoo's lips. he opened his eyes to look at you, and you showed him your sticky fingers.
"open," you told him.
he did so, and you inserted your digits into his mouth. as he sucked on your fingers his eyes rolled back and he moaned at the taste of himself.
as pretty as sunoo looked sucking on your fingers, they were already clean, so you pulled them from his mouth.
you sighed contentedly, admiring him in this state.
"sorry for making you wait, sun," you spoke softly, while petting his hair.
he smiled.
"it's okay. you always take good care of me. i trust you," he giggled.
you smiled back.
"i love you, sunny. let's go shower," you suggested.
"i love you too. yes, let's!" he replied.
you took a quick shower together, with your top priority being getting clean since the both of you were exhausted.
neither of you felt like getting dressed once you were finished, so you just dried off and got into bed.
sunoo laid down on top of you with his head on your chest, bare bodies pressing together. you ran your hands through his damp hair, feeling his breathing even out after a few minutes.
you kissed the top of his head before drifting off to sleep yourself.
a/n- i'm absolutely insane about stretch marks you have no idea.
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