alright i need y’all to buckle up and hear me out cuz this is gonna be a long one…. bunny hybrid!soobin.
bunny hybrid!soobin w his long white ears that flop down instead of standing up just like his chikai chibi hat ❤️🩹
bunny hybrid!soobin who’s soooooooooo shy and nervous when you first bring him home… nervous twitching little tail and warm cheeks, bad at making eye contact, shifting awkwardly in one spot in the living room cuz it’s not home to him yet 🤧 also easily startled but you come to realize later that that’s just part of his personality so you try not to sneak up too much even on accident <3
he’s SO HUGE but such a baby !!! it takes him a while to warm up to you but not in any nasty way, just shy and hesitant, and you always give him space while making it known that the option to join you or be close to you is always open to him and eventually he starts to take it 🥺
at first he would sit stiff as a board on the complete opposite end of the couch from you LMAO but eventually over time he gets comfortable coming closer, until eventually his favorite thing becomes laying his head in your lap while you stroke his ears or sitting on the floor by your feet and leaning into your legs (but don’t point it out to him or he’ll get too shy and retreat).
i know that for rabbits, especially males, there’s not really a specific mating season because they literally will just want to breed any time of the year (lol rip 24/7 horny soobin) — but for hybrids, since they are.. hybrids, literally.. then let’s say that they do go into a regular heat, and let’s say that soobin’s is coming fairly soon after you first take him home.
only a month or two has passed so even though he’s comfortable with you now, he’s still a little reserved and shy with certain things, and so for his sake you’re dreading the coming conversation as you sit him down and gently try to bring up the topic of a breeding partner. the way he would get SO red, tail twitching and leg bouncing in his seat.. he’s refusing to make eye contact as he fiddles with his fingers in his lap and stammers “i-it’s okay, i-i don’t need one..” ears drooping forward to shadow over his face cuz he’s too busy looking down at his hands 😖
you’re gently trying to convince him that he does need one or he’ll be miserable, that it’s totally normal and expected and most people find breeding partners for their hybrids every season so it’s nothing to be ashamed of !!! you say most people because the other percentage are the ones who let their hybrids use them instead COUGH HACK but he doesn’t need to know that
you try to explain that there are services and programs just for this reason and it would be so easy peasy, just for a couple weeks, but soobin is NAWT HAVING IT as he suddenly springs up from his seat and darts out of the room — having gotten progressively redder and more jittery over the course of your attempted convincing.
he’s never bad or disobedient, would normally never run away like that while you’re in the middle of talking to him, but he just got SO unbearably embarrassed and shy,,,,, not to mention: the guilty filthy shameful (in his mind) secret that he has…… and that is, he actually doesn’t want it to be anyone else but you.
he feels safe with you, he trusts you, he’s already bonded to you more than you realize and part of the reason why he got so freaked out and ran away was because all his mind kept going back to was BREEDING YOU INSTEAD 😩 and little do the two of you know, but all the adrenaline from his little freak out ended up kickstarting his heat EARLY and when you find him later in his room after giving him some space for the day, he’s feverish, sweating and whimpering and writhing around uncomfortably in his blankets, hugging one of your sweatshirts to his face as he breathes in your scent. (a sweatshirt that you thought you’d lost, but turns out he had secretly taken for himself).
“binnie!!!” you’re rushing to him immediately cuz you’re so worried but that was a mistake or was it because the second you touch him, the second your scent fully wafts over him, there’s no going back. eyes shooting open and pupils blown out as they lock onto yours, and the next thing you know you’re face down in his blankets as he’s pounding you from behind, chest pressed flush against your back as his hips slam against your ass over and over and over again and he’s whining and whimpering into your ear, telling you how he didn’t want anyone else, didn’t want some bunny girl, he just wanted you, and he keeps apologizing but he can’t stop 🤧
you can finally admit that you fucking love it though because surprise surprise, you ALSO had some filthy secrets of your own and there was a part of you already that sometimes wondered what it’d be like to let him use you instead; on nights when it was hard to sleep and you’d lay awake in bed thinking of his big, gentle frame and pillowy lips, his soft eyes that contrasted so harshly with his strong hands and the outline of that huge cock in his pants that you tried so hard to pretend you never noticed.
it was especially difficult on nights when you could hear him from his designated room, his soft moans and little gasps as he would touch himself that never left your head — eventually causing even your own hand to wander into your panties with a mind of its own.
the kicker was that one time when you were relaxed together on the couch petting his ears as usual and thought, would he like it if i scratched behind them too?
….liking it is an understatement, because the moan that he let out as a result was enough to cut the evening short, him hiding away in his room from sheer embarrassment while you didn’t catch a wink of sleep that night, because all you could think was: i want to hear it again.
for a while after that he would get jumpy when you tried to touch his ears and you were worried you did something wrong to make him scared of you or something, but in reality he was just scared of HIMSELF and was convinced that he’d have to dig a hole and die of embarrassment if he ever moaned like that in front of you again. but don’t worry, the distance didn’t last long cuz he’s just too weak for you and can’t resist your nightly head pets <3
but i digress;;; basically the both of you just wanting each other so bad and not even knowing it, both feeling so guilty and shameful over it until now. now.. right now, as his big cock is buried so deep inside of you that you can’t think of anything else even if you wanted to; right now as he’s fucking you with so much desperation that the bedframe is gashing the paint right off of the rattling wall.
there wasn’t even the chance for clothes to fully come off, but you have plenty of time, and after that the two of you end up barely leaving his room for his entire one or two week heat other than for necessity because you know what they say about rabbits….
as fucked out of your mind as you are, you take such good care of him between waves with what energy you have left — placing wet cloths over his forehead and wiping the sheen of sweat from his neck and collarbones to ease his fever, trying to clean up as much cum and mess as you can before the next round hits, keeping his damp hair from his dazed, half-lidded eyes that watch you so gratefully, poor baby so vulnerable and exhausted between the waves of frenzy… and after everything’s finally over and it passes, he treats you like a FUCKING QUEEN trying to make up for battering you to death with his monster bunny cock all that time <3 you literally Cannot Walk
side note moablr is always talking abt soobin w a breeding kink but imagine BUNNY SOOBIN ???!!!!! holy shit logically he knows it’s not possible to get you pregnant but THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE WON’T TRY 😫 balls deep inside you babbling on and on about how he’s gonna breed you so good and fill you with his babies and he’ll do so well for you he promises - cums BUCKETS, thick and sticky and so much everywhere but cough anyway this is a whole other can of worms
after that first heat your relationship is obviously different but you’re always willing to give soobin whatever he needs. you learn very quickly that those pretty bunny lips have an oral fixation, always wanting something to suckle on; good thing you have tits !! and fingers 🥰
you’re laying on the couch watching a movie and he’ll walk over, just hovering hesitantly, fiddling with his hands, bunny lips pursed as if he wants to say something but isn’t… you immediately know what he wants and sigh with an endearing smile, murmuring “c’mere,” and opening your arms to him. he grins shyly and immediately flops on top of you, nestling into your arms, nuzzling his face into your chest before gradually his lips start suckling lightly at the part of your breasts he can get at, and then he’s pawing at your tank top, eventually getting it pushed down enough that your tits are free and he just lays there sucking and licking at your nipples for ages while you watch your movie, the occasional little moan slipping past his lips as his hips shift against you.
eventually you have to literally pull him off of you when you get too sensitive and he’s so whiny and sad. sighing and running your fingers over his lips instead; caressing your thumb over his pouty bottom lip, swollen from all the suckling, his glazed eyes watching you in anticipation, and as you slowly push your thumb past his lips he immediately moans and obediently begins to suck on that too, eyes sliding shut as his hot tongue swirls around it.
which brings me to soobin sucking on your fingers with barely-open eyes as you ride him — he’s so blissed out, fucked out look on his face as he drools around your fingers, hands weakly reaching for your plush thighs, your waist, your tits; just so fucking content as he lays there and takes everything you give him, moaning around your fingers with half-lidded eyes and his soft pretty bunny ears splayed out on the pillows, framing his handsome face <3
soobin always being too shy to go full out cock monster on you unless he’s desperate for it, so you like to purposefully get him to that point by cockwarming him, chilling on the couch not letting him move as you sit and read your book or play on your phone; he’s trying so hard to be a good boy and wait for your direction, but with the way your warm pussy keeps tightening around him he just can’t take it anymore and desperate frenzied soobin is unlocked as he flips you over and fucks you into the couch cushions like a madman.
and a final thought for now is tugging lightly on his ears or his tail whenever he’s getting too ahead of himself and it only makes him more of a whiny mess; he’d spend the whole day with his mouth buried between your thighs if he could, so tug on his soft ears and it gets him all teary-eyed as you’re holding his face back mere centimeters from your cunt that he wants to bury his face in so badly </3
if your nipples are too sensitive at the moment to handle his oral fixation or if your hands are too busy doing something else, then you can always find soobin between your legs, mouthing at your pussy and humping the air or the couch as his little whimpers send delicious vibrations up through your core.
aaaaanyway.. i love hybrid aus man. just soft sweet bunny soobin who loves and trusts you so much and always wants to be inside you, close to you, connected to you in some way. just so so happy to be yours ❤️🩹
p.s… i may or may not have hybrid thoughts for other members as well 👀
Your boyfriend had you worried for weeks on end, he was under so much pressure back at his company, working long nights in which you could tell were beginning to take a toll on him. He'd brush you off, telling you that he was okay, and not to worry about him every time you began to question him.
Though, this night was different.
A cup of hot tea in one hand, and a book in the other, you strolled into the bedroom to find Riki sat on the edge of the bed the both of you shared. His shoulders were slumped, face hidden behind his large hands as he rubbed at his features. The soft hum of the city below you was all that was heard in the silent room. Your gaze softened as you set your items aside, concern etched your face.
You stepped in between his thighs, your hands settled on either sides of his shoulders, "What's going on, love?"
The look on Riki's face in which had met your gaze caused an ache to swirl within your chest, that was the first time you had seen him so down. His eyes were weary, lifeless even.
"I'm just so tired." His voice was barely above a whisper, a faint crack had found its way into it, also. You knew he wasn't just merely speaking of that specific evening, but of the multiple weeks worth of pressure that had finally caught up to him.
Your gentle hands found their way into his hair as you smoothed over the soft strands, you pulled his face into your tummy, allowing him to rest against your warmth for a few moments. "I know, love, I know..."
His hands trailed up your legs, resting atop the back of your thighs.
"I don't like you seeing me like this," Riki's words were muffled as he spoke into your nightdress, it had sounded like he was holding back tears. "I'm sorry for bringing the mood down."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You work hard, you're allowed to feel this way," you cooed, caressing your boyfriend. "Let me help you feel better, okay?"
He lifted his head off you, a look filled with gratitude had soon met your eyes. He gave you a gentle nod.
You swiftly moved to sit against the headboard, your legs stretched out. You ushered Riki to move to you, and so he did. You pulled his large figure to gently lie against your own. He rested his head on your chest, feeling the warmth and softness of your skin beneath his cheek.
Without another word, you began to trace your fingertips through the strands of his hair, your touch was soothing, and tender. Riki let out a sigh, the tension in his body had slowly began to melt away. As he laid there, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, he felt a sense of peace he hadn't felt in many weeks.
"Y/n," Riki murmured quietly, "Can we stay like this for a while?"
Your fingers continued their gentle caress, "You can stay as long as you need to, my love."
Riki shifted within his spot ever so slightly, his lips brushing against the lace of your nightdress as he brought a hand up to your chest. His fingers pulled at the material, revealing your breast closest to his face. His hand moved to cup the soft skin, in which had caused you to hold him tighter. Your heart ached with love, and the desire to ease his pain away.
Riki's eyes fluttered shut as he brought his lips to your nipple, his tongue escaping between his lips to lick at the sensitive nub. He soon began to suck at it gently, the intimate act brought the tired boy a sense of calm, and security. You continued to stroke his hair, your other hand traced smooth patterns against his upper back. He hummed in contempt, losing himself within the feeling.
"It's okay, Riki. I'm here. Just relax."
The world outside faded away as he focused on the feeling of you holding him. You couldn't help but let a few sighs of contempt escape your lips, too. The feeling of having your boyfriend's tongue play with you like that felt heavenly.
The stress, and anxiety in which had plagued his innocent self seemed to dissipate within the moment, it was replaced by a profound sense of comfort. Riki felt safe within your grasp.
Although he felt a sense of vulnerability, he also was incredibly grateful. In your arms, he didn't have to be strong or composed; he could simply be himself, raw, and open.
As he continued sucking at your nipple, his hand began to explore the contour of your other mound. His touch over the lace was light, unhurried. You responded to his palm pressing against you with a quiet sigh, your body had completely relaxed into his grasp at that point.
Although the moment shared between the both of you was incredibly explicit, and intimate, him kneading at your breast like that had caused worries, and stresses of your own to melt away with his touch. The two of you were just so good for one another, physically, and mentally.
After what had felt like half an hour of having Riki fondle you gently, his breathing became more even. Your whispered words of reassurance had finally coaxed him towards a calming sleep.
The steady rise and fall of his chest as he drifted off into a calm slumber brought an appreciative, sleepy smile to your face.
there’s little resistance from him. heeseung’s a proud whore so he instantly called up his proud whore friend. jake loved the idea of being your puppy along side hee. therefore, it was a smooth and quick process from planning to having them collared and plugged up on their knees for you. they both looked up with you with a dumb, yet undeniably pretty, fucked out look as you tugged on their collars. cat and dog ears rested on their heads with matching tails nestled deep inside of them—they were being such good pets for you. jake let his tongue hang and drool as you shoved your fingers into his mouth, happily sucking them as you caressed heeseung’s face. heeseung tilts his head to kiss your fingers, a gestures that’s quite wholesome until his tongue and teeth get involved, whining to get more of your attention. you then instructed them to bend over so they were arching in doggy with their tails nearly touching as they faced opposite of each other. they obeyed you but looked at you with questioning eyes, then watched you pull out a long and girthy double ended dildo, their faces practically lighting up.
like jake, jay would also be hesitant of this request. adding another partner during sex wasn’t something that really crossed his mind. mostly due to the fact that he enjoyed your intimacy so much, and partially because knowing you, he knew his bratty tendencies would lead him to a rather cruel and humiliating predicament. though perhaps that would make it exciting, he thought. so there they were—jay and heeseung cuffed and blindfolded with cockrings set to a low vibration setting. jay so far has been quiet, his arms flexing every so often in anticipation that you finally touch him. meanwhile, heeseung has been moaning and practically babbling like a slut. “please miss,” he whines, “please touch me.” the vibration paired with the restriction of his hands and sight made his brain fuzzy, especially since you’ve been toying with them for a good ten minutes now. “hmm, I don’t know~” you tap your chin, pretending to put some thought to it, “you both look just so pretty like this. maybe I’ll have you cum untouched.” the two of them are quick to object with their arms flexed against their restraints and pitiful whines emitting from their lips. “please,” jays finally speaks, almost breathlessly. “please what? tell me what you want.” jay could feel you getting closer to him, and his skin gets goosebumps from your presence. “I need you to touch my dick, suck it—fuck me, please. I need you,” he exhaled. you smirk. you got him right where you want him—vulnerable and desperate. and to push him towards his limit, you increase the setting of his cock ring, shamelessly watching him squirm and his dick pulse against his abdomen as you bring a thumb to heeseung’s nipple. hee’s girlish moans quickly filled the room as you rubbed and pinched both of his nipples, leading him to his first dry orgasm and the start of jay’s mind break into your good kitty.
now it would take some convincing for jake. he’s very possessive of you, so the idea of sharing you would be shut down the majority of time. the very few occasions he’s open to it, he needs someone that’s as freaky as he is. sunghoon was the only person he believed that could keep up, and could trust, therefore he invited him. it was awkward at first, but sunghoon was more than happy to spend a night with you two. due to his possessiveness, jake will very obviously try to outperform sunghoon as a way to remind you that he’s yours and you are his, which often leads to a very hot and desperate sunghoon who just wants to make you feel good. like the time when they were both eating you out, and jake, obviously, was nose deep into your pussy with almost no intent of sharing. leaving sunghoon to sit aside and jerk his cock to the sweet sound of your moans, longing to be in jake’s place. you caught on to this and told jake, “puppy, sunghoon would like a turn too,” to which he slowly removes his tongue and pouts but scoots over, his face still hovering over you. sunghoon then lays on his belly and sighs at the sight of how wet you were, and then attaches his lips to your clit, moaning when he hears you gasp. he swirls his tongue around you for a moment, alternating between that and sucking your clit until he eventually catches his breath and jake takes his opportunity to kiss your folds. Their faces squished against each others, neither of them letting up as they moan and lick you up, occasionally looking up at you with their lustful eyes until they see your pretty face as you cum.
his immediate thought was sunoo. he’s not sure why. maybe it’s because sunoo looked like the textbook definition of a sub, and like all the pretty boys Sunghoon would watch in porn. there was something about the thought of watching you fuck him that excited him. so when you brought it up, he called him. sunoo laughed at his offer, genuinely thinking it was a joke since it was so out of character for sunghoon, but once he caught the tension and knew that he was indeed serious, he would ultimately agree. sunoo always thought you were pretty and would always catch the subtle hints of your dominance with sunghoon whenever you were together—and maybe there were some times where his thoughts of you became inappropriate. so sunoo wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to be bent over in front of you. his face rested against one of your pillows with his ass in the air, presenting his wet, puffy hole that was recently prepped with your mouth and fingers. Sunghoon sat towards the end of the shared bed, stripped down to just his underwear as he watched you slather the lube onto the strap on. “he looks ready to be fucked, doesn’t he, sunghoon?” you ask your boyfriend. it was as if he was hypnotized as he licked his lips and nodded, watching you rub the tip of your strap to his friends hole and breaching past his entrance.
you’d have him blushing and giggling. he may try to play off as innocent, but sunoo holds a lot of kinky fantasies up in that pretty head of his. so he agreed and texted jungwon like he had been waiting for you to ask him for ages. you would have two poor, shy boys knelt before you with nervous eyes and fingers darting around as they wait for your next command. you knew you had lucked out getting two good boys so you treated them with extra care, giving them sweet tones and tender gestures as they gradually built their confidence in pleasuring you together. they were set on making you feel good, worshipping you. they let their mouth and hands run along every body part you asked of them with no complaints, their cocks getting harder and wetter as your face contorted in pleasure, not daring to touch themselves without your permission. “are you getting close, mommy?” sunoo asks, his mouth still attached to your tit while jungwon lapped of your folds. it was a very obvious answer. your breath quickening and your body stiffening with your head thrown back were tall tale signs, but sunoo still wanted to hear your praise. “yes, baby. keep going, just like that. you’re both such good boys.” jungwon moans against you and sunoo goes back to sucking on your nipple, massaging your other breast until you cum on jungwon. now you had to reward your two good boys.
honestly the question would take him aback. he’s still pretty shy when it comes to exploring kinks and sexual fantasies between you two, so the thought of adding another person made him anxious. however, one person did come to mind as you mentioned it… and then the thought of them joining overtook him for the next couple nights. so several days later, jungwon is watching jay slip inside you, completely naked with his hand pulling at his cock. you had told him to pay close attention to how jay was pleasuring you, how he was hitting all the right spots. jungwon seemed to be in a trance as he followed the moves of his elder, and how he was getting such beautiful sounds and reactions from you that’s he’s never heard before. “can I try that too, mommy?” jungwon asks you desperately, cock still in hand. to which you replied, “of course, baby,” since he was being so good. jay carefully pulls out of you and groans when he sees some of your wetness and his precum drip from your hole. jungwon takes his place between your legs and enters you slowly, giving you both time to adjust before he starts thrusting. he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs in circles, copying jay—not too fast but fast enough with just the right amount of pressure to make you clench and wrap your legs around him. “good boy, wonie,” you praise between your moans. “you feel really good, mommy,” he replies breathlessly, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “say thank you to jay, baby,” you tell him, squeezing your legs around him tight, pushing him closer to his orgasm. “mmm~ t-thank you, jay hyung.”
warnings: sub!yeosang/dom!reader, pet play (puppy yeo), shibari, strong oral fixation in this one, collars, dirty talk leading to sex, maltese agenda, lemme know if i forgot anything!
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Yeosang painted a pretty picture. His front teeth bit down on his bottom lip, tinges of pink blossoming at the contact where his blood rose to the surface. His pretty skin matched levels of flush, gentle red touching across his face as he panted, whimpering when your fingers pulled his lips from his pretty teeth, dragging your thumb across his lips.
Yeosang whimpered again, rutting in your lap. He was the prettiest little boy sitting in your lap, looking at you as if you had the answer to everything, while small whimpers left his mouth periodically. He was the picture of desire. His hands tied behind his back, a beautiful red roped harness keeping him there, open and pliant for you, while the leash around his neck served as a gentle reminder. He looked like a devil of your weakest fantasies come to life. The perfect man to make your ruin.
“Shush, puppy, haven’t I given you enough?” You asked and he whimpered. It was all for show, of course. You’d give Kang Yeosang the world if he asked. But where was the fun in that?
It gave you much more pleasure to destroy him. To fill his every being with nothing but your touch and watch the pretty man crumble under you. The control he put into your hands whenever he came to you holding just a collar, begging for you to get him out of his dumb little head for a few moments. And those few moments could become both of your personal heavens. To tap into this desire and feel more than possessed.
Yeosang opened his mouth, and you quickly tapped his thigh before he could say a word, his jaw clicking with the audible shut.
“Dogs don’t talk, do they?” A head shake, “I thought so. Be a good doggie, Sangie, yeah?” A head nod.
You looked down at the body in front of you. He’s been working out so much now that his muscles bulged through his ropes, the pretty red silk cutting into his skin. It made you want to sink your teeth in to every pocket created, leaving your mark across his entire being.
You looked back at that pretty mouth, sweet curve of it as he smiled at you, bliss covering his face.
“You’re so, so pretty, puppy,” your fingers touched his bottom lip gingerly, and he opened his mouth before you even had to ask, looking up at you with big, wide eyes as his tongue darted out. The cute, pink muscle licked the tip of your finger before you were pushing in and opening his mouth up wider.
You massaged his gums with gentle nudges and pushes, rubbing your fingers along his teeth as his tongue gave slow darts every now and again. His eyes were glazing over, and you watched him moan out while you traced your index finger down the middle of his tongue, watching the muscle flutter as drool left his mouth.
“Messy puppy,” a chuckle left your throat and Yeosang nodded, moving his hips down again to grind into yours, “Is someone getting impatient?”
Yeosang nodded, and you sighed, “Of course you are. I’m so nice to you, and you still want more, hm? I suppose you want to cum too.”
The pretty boy in your lap nodded again, eager and ready for whatever you wanted of him. It was hard for him to nod properly with your fingers in his mouth, but that wouldn’t stop him for being your pretty, good puppy.
“Does puppy deserve to get off? Already? Shouldn’t I tease him a bit more?”
Yeosang pouted, shaking his head, “Speak.”
“Woof,” Yeosang said monotonously, and you grinned at his actions. Even dipping into the beginnings of subspace, he was a little shit. This would only make the night so much funner.
“I don’t think I trained you to be so mean. Let’s try that again,” You leaned down, making sure your eyes were level with his, “Speak.”
A deep sigh was let out, a small shiver overcoming him before he let out a gentle yip, causing you to pet his hair. He shivered at the feeling of your hands scratching his scalp.
⚠Warnings⚠: Yeosang x Fem!Y/n , ass kissing (literally) , ass eating , Yeosang's first time being eaten out , Y/n is hella hungry for Yeosang and honestly same-
❗EVERYTHING IN THIS IMAGINE AND ALL IMAGINES I WRITE IS CONSENTUAL AND FICTIONAL , FOR EDUCATIONAL AND ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY❗
Notes✏: Sub!Yeosang supremacy forever and always 🥴
Word count📖: 0.2k @itsimaginetime
"You're not... disgusted?"
Y/n couldn't help but giggle at Yeosang's worry stricken voice.
"You cleaned yourself well, correct?"
"O-of course" @itsimaginetime
With a smile , Y/n grabbed Yeosang's thighs and spread them open , being met with his puckered hole , begging to be touched.
The embarrassed whimper escaping the male's lips made her lift her eyes to look at his shaky ones.
"Then let me feast on you , baby"
Slowly, as to ease him in, Y/n leaned forwards and pecked directly against her target.
A soft and barely audible moan left Yeosang's lips , his hole fluttering gently at the touch.
"Quite eager , aren't we , love?" @itsimaginetime
Not waiting for a response , she dived in , quite eager herself to absolutely devour her man , to render him a mess beneath her.
She kissed and licked his hole happily, relishing in her lover's noises , his whines and moans , his gasps and groans.
...but it wasn't enough.
With a devilish grin, Y/n reached out to spread Yeosang's ass open with her hands causing him to let out a noise of pure confusion.
"B-babe?" @itsimaginetime
"Did you think that was all I'm gonna do , baby?"
With the man's continued confusion, his girl only smiled before slowly pushing her tongue inside of him.
"OH- oh my go-"
Yeosang closed his eyes , shivers running down his back as the wet feeling of his significant other's tongue ravished his insides.
"Oh my love , I'm going to have a lot of fun with you~" @itsimaginetime
Warnings: NSFW (minors dni), pwp, pet(kitten)- owner relationship, rough sex, crying, hair-pulling, fingering, aquaphilia, overstimulation, waterboarding? (I don't think so cause there's no non-con but I wanna warn correctly TT) breath play, torture, established relationship, idk if i forgot smth, ok bye. but did i forget something?
Second kinktober post! Why isn't tumblr saving drafts correctly? :,D
This smut belongs to one of my unpublished book, edited to fit Felix.
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Kinktober 2024 - Week 2: Aquaphilia/Torture
"He couldn't help to let out a high-pitched moan underwater, forgetting completely how to hold his breath and even breath when his release hit him. It felt just as good as choking; but maybe even riskier. His whole body felt on fire, struggling every now and then in fear to breath."
"F-fuck..." Felix mewled, back arching and gripping tighter on the edges of the tub, knees open on the bathroom floor with his ass sticking out while two of his owner's fingers quickly moved in and out of him. What his owner planned and Felix thought was a warm bath quickly turned into a mess when his owner undressed him in the bathroom; he didn't take long to touch him. The tub was full to the brim though, even when no one was inside.
Yet, Felix's hair was dripping wet due to previous disobedience. It sent pleasant shivers down his spine when he arched his neck, hot water dripping on his back and sliding over his asscheeks and between his legs, mixing with the cum from past orgasms used as improvised lube.
"A-ah," Felix whined, moving forward to get rid of some stimulation when he felt his release approaching again. It didn't work, since his owner's fingers moved forward with him and pressed deeper inside, curling up every now and then to hit his prostate and keep him in the edge.
"P-please, I-I'm gonna-," his words were cut with his own squeal when his owner yanked him by his hair to make him look at him, all while his fingers kept moving relentlessly. His eyes bored into Felix's red eyes, lashes decored with a mixture of small droplets from his tears of pain and pleasure and the water, mouth open just a bit to moan freely and regain some air.
"You can take it for me, right, kitten...?," he told him, pushing a third finger inside of him forcefully since his hole was squeezing tighter than usual, signaling he was close, in fact.
Without further warning, he pushed his head into the water inside the tub, enjoying how Felix's whole body tensed and his hands tried pushing against the edge to breath. His owner kept a firm grip, not allowing him to budge from his position underwater, all while he worked his fingers to rub on his prostate vigorously. After a few seconds, Felix began moving his hips, unsure if to move closer or away.
Felix let out a high-pitched moan underwater, forgetting completely how to hold his breath and even breathe when his release hit him. It felt just as good as choking; but maybe even riskier. His whole body felt on fire, struggling every now and then in fear of breathing. He couldn't help but inhale some water, struggling just a bit more when he did. His owner pulled him by his hair outside of the water, and Felix gasped deeply right before coughing due to the water inhaled, mixing with whines in between when his owner wouldn't bother to slow down. It was all such a disgusting mess, and Felix had to admit he loved every single bit of it.
His owner slowly pulled his fingers out, to Felix's relief. He was still panting heavily, trying to regain his breath. His eyesight was blurry, but he felt his owner comb his wet hair back and couldn't help but curl his lips into a small smile.
synopsis: hyunjin asks his friends to model for his paintings and things take a turn as they indulge in their fantasies.
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 6.6k
warnings: everyone is a horny desperate switch, oral (f and m), voyeurism, threesome, mxm action, fingering, a lil spit play, cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), double penetration (one hole), cum eating, cum swapping, creampie
a/n: can't seem to get enough of hyunlix so enjoy🤭
~ divider by @anitalenia
~ Masterlist
"Fuck...! Lixie!" you jolt, your middle lifting towards Felix's lips as he flicks his tongue in a particular way that he knows gets your toes curling.
He groans into you, the taste of you and the sounds you make, how you sit on the couch spread out for him while he kneels with his head buried where he loves to be the most; he can't help his hand as it travels into his pants, grabbing his needy leaking cock.
You're so close, his nose pressing into your clit perfectly as you play with your nipples through your thin shirt and Felix pulls his cock out to bring himself release along with you.
"I'm gonna-" you're interrupted by your phone ringing, both of you jolt and groan as Felix moves away, licking at his lips.
"Who is it?" your best friend looks up at you, a little breathless, still stroking his length slowly, squeezing it a little.
"Hyune." you chuckle.
"Answer him." Felix smirks diving back in, pushing his tongue between your soaking folds into your warmth.
You groan and accept your other best friend's call.
"Hi, beautiful." you can just hear Hyunjin's smirk by the way he says it.
"Hey, prince- ah!" you accidentally moan as Felix pinches your clit teasingly.
"Hi, Felix!" Hyunjin yells loudly, making you laugh as you move your phone away from your ear.
Felix chuckles, detaching his lips from you as you put Hyunjin on speaker so Felix can talk to him too.
"You're between y/n's legs, I presume?" Hyunjin teases.
"My favorite place to be. Care to join?" Felix claps back as you close your legs and flick his forehead.
"That's besides the point. I'm calling cause I need a favor from my two very beautiful and very horny best friends." Hyunjin announces as Felix rubs his forehead, his brows pinched together.
"I'm not filming a porn movie and putting it on the internet!" you chime in, making Hyunjin laugh.
"I wasn't gonna ask that but now that you said it-"
"Stop stalling, Hyunjin." you interrupt him and he giggles.
"Alright, since the two of you are at it anyways, I wanted to ask if you would let me paint you in different sex poses? I wanna make it aesthetic, erotic, raw... you know? You two would be perfect for it!"
Even though you and Felix messed around sometimes, you've never actually went all the way so both of your faces become red as Hyunjin explains his vision.
You've kissed Hyunjin too, as has Felix but it never went further than that so the thought of being naked with Felix inside you, while Hyunjin paints the both of you made your gut stir, arousal gushing out of your already wet pussy.
The three of you had an interesting friendship, and you know not many people would understand it or support it but as long as you have each other, you didn't care.
"Hello? Earth to my pretty people?" Hyunjin laughs.
"I'm down." you nod and then look at Felix whose face was as red as a tomato now.
"M-me too. Yeah. Why not." he shrugs, trying to make it look like it didn't affect him at all.
"Great, that's settled! Come to my studio tomorrow at 6pm." Hyunjin sounds excited.
"Sure, see you!"
"And loves?" Hyunjin adds, his voice dropping a few octaves.
"Y-yeah?" Felix speaks up first.
"Don't worry about anything. I'll take good care of you." Hyunjin almost purrs and you feel your pussy clench at his words.
After you hang up, Felix and you look at each other and then burst into an awkward laugh.
"This'll definitely be interesting." he says, a contemplative look on his face.
"Mhm. Let's think about that tomorrow, though. We have some unfinished business here." you smirk, spreading your legs again as Felix looks at you darkly, licking his lips.
Excitement runs through your veins that night as you curl up in bed, anticipating tomorrow.
Felix drives you to the familiar building and the two of you step into the elevator, letting it take you to the top where Hyunjin's studio sits.
Hyunjin lets you in, and as always when he paints, he is messy, his hair disheveled but somehow making him even prettier, his bottom lip is red as he probably bit into it with concentration, there's a streak of yellow paint on his left cheek, and more on his shirt and pants.
"You know the rules." he wiggles his eyebrows before twirling away like some fairy, making you and Felix laugh.
The rules were simple; no shoes because they're dirty (and probably because Hyunjin likes to take peeks at your feet, sometimes even rub them when the three of you cuddle) and no phones as he felt they were an unnecessary distraction in his sacred space.
You and Felix leave your shoes and phones by the door, before following Hyunjin, walking on the plastic that's covering the floor for protection, and Hyunjin looks at you, leaving his paintbrush aside before he skips to you, his long arms enveloping both of you in a hug.
"Oof." Felix huffs out air as he accidentally knocks into Hyunjin a little too hard, making Hyunjin snicker before he leans back, his hands splayed on the backs of your heads.
"My loves. Are you excited?" he asks as you swat at him which he dodges with a laugh, finally releasing you.
"Intrigued, I would say." you smirk, both of you looking at Felix.
"I'm - a little nervous." Felix admits, a blush coloring his cheeks.
"We shared a bath multiple times." Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Felix, a playful smile gracing his features.
"This is different!" Felix swallows and you chuckle, your hand on his upper arm in an attempt to comfort him.
"It's just us, I know you'll feel better as soon as we get into it." you say, knowing that Felix isn't as spontaneous as Hyunjin or you are and it takes a little convicing when he's on the spot, but ultimately he always caves in.
"You don't have to strip right away. Here, I prepared coffee and snacks for my models." Hyunjin beckons you to the table with a smirk.
"Hardly a model." you chuckle as Felix picks up a drink.
"Y/n, you're gorgeous and you're not allowed to talk badly about yourself in my studio... or like ever." Hyunjin nods, folding his arms on his chest.
"Damn, calm down, I was joking." you giggle, your face warming up.
"Oh my god, ew! What the fuck did I just drink?" Felix makes a disgusted face and the two of you laugh.
"That would be my coffee. Your hot chocolate is on the left, sugar boy." Hyunjin smirks.
"I swear-" Felix starts, his hand curling into a fist and you laugh.
"Anyways. How will this work?" you stop whatever banter they were about to have, because you know it can drag on, sometimes they don't know how to stop when they start joking around.
"So. The bed, right?" Hyunjin says, semingly a bit bashful himself.
You look towards the bed, one where the three of you spent countless nights watching some artsy european movies on Hyunjin's projector; Felix would fall asleep with his head on your chest and Hyunjin would end up putting his head on your lap, demanding of you dramatically that you need to caress his head and play with his hair or he'll die.
The three of you would end up falling asleep together, limbs all tangled and messy, and one of you would always be close to falling off the bed (that one would mostly be Hyunjin).
"Okay." you nod.
"I will instruct what poses you'll make and then paint them. Of course we will take breaks when it becomes too much. Or stop altogether if either of you feel uncomfortable." Hyunjin waves his arms around as he talks.
"Alright. Should we just start?" you shrug and Felix sputters a little.
"I'm not hard yet." he says quietly.
"That's no problem. I'm sure y/n can help you with that." Hyunjin smirks. "Or if you want, I can help you."
"T-that... y/n and I can just make out." Felix's deep voice is so quiet in the big space.
"Okay, if you need me I'll be here. I can turn around if you want." Hyunjin chuckles.
"N-no, you can... watch." Felix says and you smirk, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.
Hyunjin sits on his stool, his eyes darkened already, his tongue pressed into his cheek as you push Felix to sit on the bed, your body following his as you grab his face in your hand and press your lips on his.
His lips are sweet and familiar, albeit trembling a little in this moment so you press harder into them, his hands coming up to caress your waist.
Hyunjin watches with dark and curious eyes, his two beautiful best friends kissing in front of him.
Felix relaxes the more you kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips, asking for permission to taste you which you happily grant him.
Hyunjin's heart speeds up as he observes you, his cock twitching in his pants.
He notices the way your hands tangle in Felix's hair and how you pull at the strands, he notices Felix's hands on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh as you get closer to each other, the wet sounds of your tongues dancing together bounces off the walls as spit dribbles down your chin.
He notices Felix's pants growing tighter, and he doesn't feel jealous of him, he feels exhilirated.
He wants to join.
Hyunjin stands up and makes his way towards the bed, which gets your attention as you detach from each other, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
Without any words, Hyunjin cups your chin and leans down to kiss you messy and sloppy, his tongue pushed in instantly to lap at you and you whimper, jolting a little as Felix grips your thighs.
Hyunjin leans away and turns to Felix, his hand big on Felix's head as he gathers his hair in it and yanks his head a little, making Felix whimper.
Hyunjin leans down and kisses him equally as messy and sloppy as he did to you, arousal gushing on your panties as you watch them making out.
"Fuck. I'm sorry." he shakes his head.
"It's okay, Hyune. You're always welcome to join." you lick your lips, your eyes traveling between his face and the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.
"I'll hold onto that invitation. But, right now, I need you two to strip. Okay?" he asks and both of you nod.
It's easy to be naked in front of each other as you have shared baths and one too many nightly escapades which ended in skinny-dipping, Felix always being a victim of yours and Hyunjin's jokes, where you would dive in and grab his ankles or try to scare him with stories of lake monsters.
Felix would nearly cry but you didn't want to be too cruel so you would hold him, as the three of you floated around naked in the cold water.
But, something about only you and Felix being naked while Hyunjin is dressed and observing every single move you make is new and exciting.
"So, what would be the first position?" you ask curiously as Hyunjin prepares his easel.
"What do you usually do?" he asks, not looking at you.
"We never... we never did that." Felix says, making Hyunjin look up.
"Really? I thought you for sure have. Don't you like - mess around?"
"Yeah, but we never went all the way." you nod and Hyunjin gasps.
"Oh my god, why didn't you tell me! Is this uncomfortable for you?"- he panics, his arms flailing, making you laugh at him because he's seconds from slipping on that plastic cover.
"Calm down, Hyun!" you say as you sit on the bed.
"I'm totally fine with it. Lixie?" both of you look at Felix.
"Yes. I'm okay to go." he nods.
"Alright, just prep yourselves then." Hyunjin says it like it's a command to obey and you can't help the way your pussy clenches at his words and the determined look in his warm eyes.
"H-help us?" Felix gets bold suddenly, batting his pretty eyelashes at Hyunjin and he lets out a delighted chuckle, only two long strides and Hyunjin is in front of you.
"Sweetheart, spread your legs for us." Hyunjin coos at you and you immediately obey.
The smirk on his face deepens as he brings his hand to Felix's lips.
"Spit on my fingers, angel." he taps his lips and Felix whimpers a little, gathering spit before letting it drip onto Hyunjin's long fingers.
You expected him to only finger you, but what you didn't expect is for Hyunjin to drop to his knees between Felix's legs and spit on his cock as he grabs him, making Felix squeal from the sudden action.
Hyunjin wastes no time, his wet fingers press into your clit and run down your folds, as his other hand starts slowly working Felix's length.
"Ah!" Felix moans, jolting into Hyunjin, you know it must feel quite different to have another guy jerk him off like that and you whine for more attention as Hyunjin stares up at Felix with a knowing smirk.
Hyunjin turns to look at you, eyes softening before he slowly pushes his fingers inside you, your warm pussy welcoming them and sucking them in.
His tongue darts out to catch a bead of pre-cum from Felix's tip and Felix gasps, his hands clutching at the covers under him as his thighs tremble.
Hyunjin doesn't stop smirking as his tongue swipes around Felix's tip before he takes him in, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head up and down slowly, his fingers matching the pace of his lips as he fucks them deep into you.
"H-Hyune." you whimper, the tips of your fingers touching Felix's as he falls apart too, his head thrown back, a string of curses leaving his lips as Hyunjin sucks on him harder.
You admire how he seemingly has no gag reflex as he keeps sucking him in, his nose pressed into Felix's pubes as he swallows his whole length, while fucking your pussy skilfully, scissoring you open to take Felix's cock.
"There." he suddenly pops off of Felix, pulling his fingers out of you and immediately sticking them into his mouth to taste your sweet juices.
"Mm." Hyunjin moans around his fingers.
"T-thank you?" you bite your lip teasingly and Hyunjin giggles.
"Anytime."
"How do you want us for the first position?" you ask, your pussy throbbing and clenching, needing more attention.
"Okay, so..." Hyunjin pushes Felix to lay down and then moves him a little, making you chuckle at how Felix looks up at him cutely and almost innocently as Hyunjin adjusts his body however he wants.
"I want your arm lifted and kind of falling of the bed. And the second on will be on y/n's hip when she straddles you." Hyunjin motions at you and you nod, your legs on either sides of Felix and he squirms a little as you grab his cock and run it on your wet folds.
Felix gasps as you moan and slowly lower down on his length, Hyunjin observing his cock pushing into you with his lips parted.
You wiggle a little to adjust, feeling your best friend's cock filling you up perfectly and Felix whimpers quietly, bucking up into you.
"Where do you want my hands?" you ask, sounding almost breathless as you clench around Felix involuntarily, making his eyes flutter.
"Hm. Actually, let's change it up. I want y/n arching off you and holding your hand. So you can put this one-" Hyunjin takes the hand that was falling off the bed- "here." he lays Felix's hand on your hip.
"Your other hand here." Hyunjin takes your hand and puts it on Felix's abs but a little bit to the side so the point where you connect can still be visible to him.
"Beautiful." Hyunjin breathes deeply. "I want you looking at each other." he adds, messing with Felix's hair and then yours, making some of it cascade on one side, but not covering your breasts.
"Arch your back a little, sweetheart." you do as he says, any movement making both you and Felix moan.
"Now, stay like that as long as you can." Hyunjin smirks, almost evilly, the bastard.
He moves from the bed to blast some music on his speakers, whistling and acting nonchalant but you can see his cock struggling against the fabric of his pants.
Your eyes find Felix's and he licks his lips as he looks at you.
"You okay, Lix?" you ask, squeezing his hand a little.
"P-perfect. Feel so good. You're so warm and tight." he whimpers and you can't help your hips moving at that, your pussy clenching.
"Hey, no actual fucking." Hyunjin chimes in, knocking down a few paintbrushes accidentally. "Yet." he adds with a devilish smirk.
"Bastard." you mutter under your breath with a chuckle, making Felix smile.
"I heard that!" Hyunjin sits at his easel, and you look up at him, sticking your tongue out at him as he rolls his eyes playfully.
Hyunjin starts sketching quickly as you look back down at Felix.
The two of you lock eyes and in the sudden silence devoid of your conversation and jokes, you're aware of everything.
You're aware of Felix buried inside your warmth, throbbing and full, his fingers slotted between yours, his other hand gripping your hip, his dark eyes fixated on you.
Felix's eyes travel down to where he's filling you up and he groans deeply.
"Fuck." his hips buck just a little and you feel your arousal gushing and coating his cock.
"Lix." you warn but it comes out as a moan.
"You two have no patience." Hyunjin scolds as he continues sketching.
"You try being in my place." Felix huffs.
"Maybe later." Hyunjin winks at you as you flip him off.
"Hand back on Lix." he points with his pen and you make noises of protest but listen nevertheless.
You look into Felix's eyes again and he looks at you so softly but still full of lust and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze.
After he's done sketching, Hyunjin starts mixing his paints and you wiggle a little, making Felix moan under you, his nails digging into your hip.
"My legs hurt." you whine with a pout.
"Let's take a break." Hyunjin states, and you can see that he's adjusting himself in his pants, as his other hand holds the paintbrush.
"You have a sketch though," you start, sliding off of Felix and making him whimper. ",can't you like finish painting without us having to be in this position for so long?" you ask, your eyes falling down to Felix's cock, wet with your arousal.
Your face warms up and you tear your eyes away to look at Hyunjin expectantly, as Felix sits up, feeling a bit dizzy as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in.
"I need you in the position just a bit longer. Just to get some shading done, then you can change positions." Hyunjin says, finally looking up at you.
His eyes rake all over your body and he licks his lips hungrily at the sight.
"What, you hate being on top of our Lixie that much?" he decides to tease to calm himself down.
"As much as I love cockwarming Lix, my legs are cramping." you state nonchalantly, making Felix cough behind you as he stands up.
"You okay there, angel?" Hyunjin asks.
"Perfect." Felix nods but you can see that his eyes are almost crossed from the need to be touched.
You laugh under your breath, drinking some water before sitting down and stretching your legs.
Hyunjin stands up abruptly, making his way to you as Felix sips on his chocolate.
You look up at him and before you can ask him what he's doing, Hyunjin kneels before you, his fingers wrapping around your ankle as he brings your foot on his thigh.
"W-what..." you start but he shushes you, his hands wrapping around your calf as he gently massages you, soothing out the tension in your muscles.
Your pussy keeps clenching around nothing as Hyunjin stares into your eyes darkly yet his touch is so sweet.
You smirk a little, sliding your foot on his flesh before gently resting it on the bulge in his pants.
Hyunjin sucks in a breath, closing his eyes for a moment as his hands squeeze you a little harder.
"Be careful, sweetheart." he warns you but you want to play, so you press harder into him, wiggling your toes against his tip, realizing quickly he isn't wearing any underwear.
Hyunjin looks up at you, narrowing his eyes with a smirk.
"Lix, come here for a sec." Felix makes his way to the two of you instantly.
"Entertain our sweetheart. Perhaps she needs a distraction." Hyunjin winks at Felix, and Felix returns the wink with a smirk of his own as he stands in front of you.
You look up at Felix and he puts his hand on the back of your head, gently caressing you as his other hand holds his cock, bringing it closer to your lips which fall open immediately, letting him gently push his tip inside your mouth.
It's not the first time you've done this, but you never tasted yourself on him or done this with Hyunjin in the room and it makes you moan around him, Felix's hips stuttering as he pushes in more.
Hyunjin whines quietly as he starts massaging your other leg and Felix holds your head in place, fucking into you slowly.
"See how good you can be for us, sweetheart." Hyunjin's voice is low and you struggle to look down at him as Felix slides his cock deeper inside you, your throat adjusting to take him.
Hyunjin's hands wander up towards your thigh, squeezing and massaging the flesh there, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet core.
By now you're dripping on the sheets, and Hyunjin subtly parts your legs just to take a look at your cunt and the sight of your glistening folds has him groaning.
Without a word he leans in and starts kissing up your thigh.
You jolt a little, whimpering around Felix's length as his eyes fall down to see Hyunjin kissing and nipping at your flesh.
The sight makes him twitch inside your hot mouth as Hyunjin comes closer and closer to your core.
He worships your inner thighs with his lips, tongue and teeth as Felix pushes his cock deep inside you, making you gag a little.
You know he's about to apologize so you start bobbing your head on his length just to prove to him that you don't mind, rather the opposite, you love it.
Felix's fingers grip at your hair as he lets you take control, wetting his cock with your spit as you close your eyes and get into it.
Just as you're beginning to lose yourself, Hyunjin suddenly buries his face in your cunt and inhales deeply, making you aware of him.
"You smell so sweet." Hyunjin almost growls. "Fuck the paintings." he mumbles against you and your legs tremble but be grips them, pulling them over his shoulders before his lips attach to your lower ones.
"Shit." Felix thrusts into you, the sight of Hyunjin's plump lips against your cunt as he kisses you and sucks on your clit, his tongue darting out to gather all your dripping juices drives him insane and he can feel the familiar build up inside his gut.
"I'm gonna cum." Felix whines as he continues fucking your face and you're a mess, drooling on his cock, your legs shaking from the way Hyunjin eats you out, like he's never tasted anything better in his entire life.
The slurping noises Hyunjin makes as he presses his lips and nose as hard as he can into you, his tongue fucking your clenching hole, bring Felix to the edge and he twitches inside you as you grip onto Hyunjin's hair making him groan into your pussy.
"Ah, y/n!" Felix moans loudly as he shoots his load down your throat and you swallow readily, not letting a drop go to waste as you milk him dry.
Felix pulls out of you, trying to come to his senses and catch a breath just as Hyunjin is about to lean away and throw some snarky remark but Felix is quick to grip his head and push him back into you, making him moan.
"Finish what you started, Hyunjin." Felix's voice is deep, his eyes sharp and electricity shoots through your body when he takes charge like that.
Hyunjin's eyes roll back in his head as he eats you out even more hungrily, palming his erection harshly through his pants, a wet spot appearing on them.
Felix smooths out Hyunjin's hair with a smirk.
"Good boy." Felix's deep voice rings out and Hyunjin groans deeply, bucking his hips into his hand, very obviously moaning into you and you whimper, you're so close to release.
Felix decides to help you feel even better as he sits down next to you and leans in to suck your nipple in his mouth, his fingers playing with the other one.
The combined stimulation proves to be too much and you cum hard, painting Hyunjin's face in your pleasure and he whines lapping you up and licking at his lips.
"Now I understand why you love being between y/n's legs so much." Hyunjin pants as he looks up at Felix, his hand shoved in his sweatpants.
"I'm right here, you know." you chuckle and he stands up.
"I know sweetheart. Ah, please help me." Hyunjin whines, pulling his cock out as it twitches miserably in his hand, pre-cum dribbling from the tip.
"Let me." Felix interjects, sensing that you need to come to your senses a little bit and let your throat rest.
"Be my guest." Hyunjin smirks as Felix sits right in front of Hyunjin's core.
You gasp quietly at the sight before you, Felix wrapping his lips around Hyunjin's dick and Hyunjin tangling his hand in Felix's hair making him take more as he guides him.
You get desperate all over again, your hand reaching between your legs to play with your puffy clit as you observe your best friends lost in pleasure; Hyunjin's head thrown back as he moves his hips purposefully, languidly, fucking Felix's mouth, his big hands gripping his hair and controlling him as Felix drools around him, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands digging into Hyunjin's thighs.
"Oh god." you whine as you push two fingers inside your pussy and start fucking yourself with the same speed Hyunjin is moving his hips against your friend's plump lips.
Hyunjin opens his eyes and looks at you with a smirk before he looks at Felix.
"Looks like you're the good boy now." he says lowly before snapping his hips into Felix harshly, making him gag as tears spill from his eyes and for a moment you get worried but you see that his cock is twitching against his thigh at the way Hyunjin is handling him, fucking harder into him, making the tip of his cock hit the back of Felix's throat.
You speed up with your fingers, your other hand coming up to play with your aroused nipples as Felix cries against Hyunjin, gripping his thighs and as his nails dig into his flesh and break skin, Hyunjin whines loudly and cums, painting Felix's throat with his cum.
"Don't swallow." Hyunjin warns and Felix sputters a little, some of the cum seeping out of his lips.
"Come here, beautiful." he beckons you as you stop what you were doing and come closer to Felix.
"Kiss her." Hyunjin commands and Felix grabs your face gently and you open your mouth to let Felix push Hyunjin's cum on your tongue.
The two of you make out, playing with his cum and Hyunjin joins in, grabbing the back of your heads, he leans in and kisses you first, tasting himself on your tongue then he does the same to Felix, wiping his tears as he kisses him.
"You've no idea how long I wanted you both." Hyunjin exhales, his eyes shiny.
"Kinda did. You are obvious, eye-fucking us whenever we're together." you smirk.
"You humped my ass while we were sleeping here once." Felix added with a flush on his cheeks and Hyunjin hits his arm as he got embarassed.
"Shut up, I was half asleep then." he mutters and the two of you chuckle.
You lean in and place a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"Are we gonna continue or what?" you smirk. "Or are you going back to painting? Was that just a ruse to get us naked and fuck us?"
"It wasn't! I genuinely wanted to paint you!" Hyunjin pouts.
"Okay no need to get defensive, prince." you wink.
"We can get back to painting some other time." Felix chimes in and you agree, leaning in to kiss Hyunjin to get him back in the mood.
It doesn't take long before he lays you down, with Felix on your left side and Hyunjin between your legs.
"I want to worship you, my beautiful sweetheart." Hyunjin grabs your foot and starts kissing your toes.
You whimper a little and Felix leans over you, pressing his lips into yours.
There are so many hands on you that you can't even think straight, your mind is cloudy, your pussy is soaking and you can't stop arching off the bed, your body begging for more.
Hyunjin worships your feet, kissing them and licking them, sucking on your toes, his lips pressing into your ankles gently; while Felix's face is buried in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin and leaving purple bruises as he marks you, his hands slide all over your chest and stomach until he lets his hand settle over your pussy as he cups it.
"Ah!" you whine as Felix runs his fingers on your folds before stopping at your clit and pressing into it.
You moan quietly, your eyes closed in bliss as you play with Felix's hair, your other hand gripping the sheet.
Hyunjin kisses up your leg until his face is close to your cunt for the second time tonight.
"Need to taste you again." he mutters and you open your eyes to look at him as Felix retracts his hand and instead puts it on your breast, massaging it and playing with your sensitive nipple.
Hyunjin doesn't wait, he dives in, his tongue lapping at you again as you drip on him.
"Come, angel." he calls out to Felix, gently taking his hand in his and pulling him to kneel between your legs too.
You groan when they start making out, both of them battling for dominance but ultimately it's Hyunjin who lets Felix tilt his head with a fistful of his hair gripped.
When they part, a string of saliva connects them and they smirk at each other before leaning in closer to your core.
You almost yelp when both of their tongues start playing with your throbbing pussy, Hyunjin pushing his inside you and sliding over your folds, Felix flicking your clit with his and meeting Hyunjin in the middle where they move together against your cunt.
With your legs spread as they hold your thighs, your best friends continue to lap at you, their tongues meeting constantly as they make out, their spit and your slick making everything even more wet and naughty.
They both eat you out like you're the sweetest treat ever as Hyunjin keeps dipping his tongue into your hole, Felix concentrating on your sensitive clit, sometimes sliding down to lick at Hyunjin's tongue and your hole.
Your legs start trembling and you can't hold in anymore, you let go, gripping at the bed, your hips spasming as you squirt all over their faces.
"Fuck, she squirted for us." Hyunjin groans, lapping at you.
"What a good girl." Felix adds, looking up at you darkly as he kisses your inner thigh.
Hyunjin leans back and Felix grabs his face, kissing him hungrily and sucking on his tongue, making Hyunjin grind his cock against the mattress.
"I need you inside." you whimper when they lift up to look at you.
"Which one of us, sweetheart?" Hyunjin asks, as Felix gently caresses your thighs and waist.
"Both." you whine.
"Both?" Felix's eyes widen. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Please."
"Whatever our princess wants, she gets." Hyunjin smirks, fingertips teasing your clenching pussy.
"Lixie, get under me." you lift up and Felix lays down, his eyes becoming hazy instantly, his lips parting as he stares at you in awe.
You throw your leg over him as you hover, before grabbing his cock and sliding it inside you with ease.
Felix moans, arching off the bed as you adjust yourself.
You lean down, pressing your chest on his as Hyunjin shuffles behind you.
"Make some room for me." he almost whines, making Felix chuckle.
"Always." you say as Hyunjin presses himself behind you, the tip of his cock on your already stuffed pussy and you whimper.
"Are you sure you can take both of us?" Hyunjin teases, prodding at you with his tip.
"Y-yes. Don't make me wait anymore, please Jinnie." you moan as Felix caresses your head.
"As you wish, love." Hyunjin whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pushes in.
It's tight and it stings but you love the feeling of your best friends stretching your little cunt at the same time.
"Fuck, so tight." Hyunjin groans, pushing in slowly as you whimper, tears gathering in your eyes.
"You're doing so good, darling." Felix praises you, his hands gentle on your soft skin.
"Mhm, taking us so well." Hyunjin moans, pushing in as much as he could.
"Ah!" you moan, your pussy stretched and dripping on their cocks.
"Angel." Hyunjin looks at Felix, their hands finding each other as their fingers entwine.
Hyunjin's other hand is on your hips, while Felix gently holds your head, caressing the back of your neck.
"Tell us when to move, love." Felix kisses your forehead.
"You can move." you say breathlessly, as your pussy clenches around them eagerly.
Both of them start dragging their cocks inside you, opening you up with each gentle and languid thrust, their lengths rubbing against each other in the tight, warm space.
"F-feel so good!" you exclaim, your eyes crossing from pleasure already.
"Yeah. S-so good." Felix whines, fucking up into you.
"Ah, my loves. I love you so much." Hyunjin groans, his lips dragging on your skin, face buried in your neck.
"Love you too." you whimper.
"It's just the three of us. Forever." Hyunjin grips Felix's hand and your hip harder, nails digging into your skin.
"Mm yes." Felix groans as the two of them speed up, their cocks filling you up constantly, the squelching sounds so loud in the big room.
You've never felt this full or this wet as they fuck into you desperately, pressing into your sweet spot and stretching your little pussy just for them.
"Lix." Hyunjin moans, releasing his hand and lifting up a little to angle his hips better as he holds yours.
Felix smirks faintly, wrapping his arms around you before the two of them start fucking your hard, using you like a little fuck toy as you grip at Felix and moan, becoming putty between them, letting them have complete control over you.
"Ah, ah, ah, L-Lixie! Jinnie!" you whimper and babble as your orgasm builds up.
"Squirt on our cocks, sweetheart. Please." Hyunjin ruts into you desperately, making both yours and Felix's eyes roll back as he matches his pace and fucks up into you as hard as he can.
You dig your nails into Felix's arms and let go, cumming and squirting around them as you clench making them both groan.
"I'm gonna cum, ah!" Hyunjin whines.
"Are you gonna be a good girl and take our cum?" Felix asks, his lips brushing yours.
"Y-yes, please." you moan, your vision cloudy as your body burns up.
All three of you are on fire and slippery from sweat, holding each other tight as Hyunjin and Felix reach climax, both of them cumming inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim, making you cum with them again.
"Shit." Felix whimpers as Hyunjin pulls out first.
Felix helps you as he lays you down and you whimper, your pussy throbbing from the stretch you just endured, all of your releases gushing out of you.
"Are you okay, beautiful?" Hyunjin hovers over you, his hands gentle on your face as Felix slowly stands up to retrieve a wet cloth and some water.
"Mm. Perfect." you smile blissfully and Hyunjin giggles, leaning down to kiss you gently, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before leaving more sweet pecks against your mouth.
Felix kneels on the bed and cleans you up gently and Hyunjin sits up, quickly kissing Felix too.
"I'm gonna go run us a bath." he says.
"Are you in any pain?" Felix asks and you can't help swooning at the thought of having two sweet men who care about you.
"No, I'm okay." you say and he smiles.
"Good." he kisses you too and before long, the three of you are in the bath together.
As always, you relax at first before one of you starts getting playful which is usually Felix who splashes Hyunjin's face with water.
It's not that different this time as you sit between Felix's legs, leaning your back on his chest, your legs on Hyunjin's thigh as he caresses your feet.
It's silent and relaxing for some time as you melt into the warm water with your two lovers until Felix decides to joke around, splashing Hyunjin's face and making him whine dramatically before he returns the favor, you being the victim in between them.
The bathroom fills with sounds of laughter, stupid insults and splashes of water for some time before you finally manage to calm down.
The three of you sleep naked that night, you between your two favorite boys, feeling like you have the whole world in your hands when you have them.
In the morning, you're tangled up with Felix, his face smushed into your chest as you hear the familiar clicks of Hyunjin's camera.
Your eyes slowly flutter open to see a still very naked Hyunjin holding his camera, a cheeky grin on his pretty face.
"Hyunjin. Were you taking pics of us?" you almost growl at him, making Felix stir.
Hyunjin giggles and then bursts into full on laughter as you sit up, grabbing a pillow and throwing at him.
Felix looks at you confusedly, his hair a royal mess and eyes barely open as Hyunjin dodges your attack only to twirl away laughing.
"You were too adorable not to!" he yelps.
"I swear I'm gonna kill you!" you yell out and Felix puts his arm around your waist, pulling you back down.
"We can kill him later, I wanna sleep more." he mumbles and you chuckle, your eyes still laced with sleep too.
"Hyun! Come join us!" you beckon and Hyunjin appears from the kitchen.
"Promise not to kill me." he pouts.
"Eh, you're safe." you say and he makes his way to the bed slowly and lays down. "For now." you add and he giggles, kissing your neck as he wraps his arm around the both of you.
You don't know where the three of you start or end, all tangled up together in the warmth of the sun and the soft sheets, but you know it would always be like that with them.
author's note: I have no idea what this is, I just wanted to write something to warm up. and pain slut hyune has been on my mind. title from p4in by jean dawson (cw the song's quite heavy and not sexy)
The sound Hyunjin makes is thin, reedy. He clasps and unclasps his hands where they’re tied together in front of his chest. He always asks you to tie them there in favour of behind his back. Says he likes that it feels like he’s praying to you. That the pleasure you, and only you, can give him is the closest he’s ever come to God.
His knees slide further apart where’s kneeling in front of your bed, squeaking over the linoleum as he sinks further into the floor, further into submission. His cock, heavy and throbbing and leaking, comes to rest on the floorboards. The first contact makes him jump before he leans into it, chasing any relief he can get.
You tut disapprovingly, shake your head. Hyunjin blinks up at you through glassy eyes. His lower lip wobbles.
He tries to lift himself again, but the feeling of the sensitive underside of his cock dragging over the wood makes him shudder, his body instinctively chasing the feeling again, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
You force yourself forward, just one step at first, but it makes Hyunjin’s next breath become erratic, eyes shaking as he watches you approach him, a mix of excitement and fear in his dark eyes.
He’s a vision – naked body trembling in overwhelm, his choppy black hair haloing his head, errant strands sticking to his sweat slick neck, one plastered against his forehead.
Slowly, you reach out. You slip the tips of your fingers under the strand of hair there, unstick it from his skin, tug it behind his ear. Hyunjin watches your movements with rapt attention. He’s far gone already. There’s a vacant sort of baseness behind his gaze, a slow, almost dreamlike quality to his movements when he chases after your touch. If you didn’t know what he really wanted, you would stop here. Scoop him up from the floor, lead him to the bed, couch him in softness and unravel him slowly until he’s coming into your mouth. But you know better. He’d asked for his today.
Your soft caress trails into his hair before you tighten your grip and yank.
Hyunjin howls, his whole body following the pull of your hand, back arching, his tied hands falling forwards, finger scrambling for purchase, but he can’t reach anything except his other hand and the rope around his wrists, and you don’t let him cower close enough to the floor to sink his nails into the floorboards.
You experimentally pull a little bit harder, yet, tug his head over to the left until the long slope of his neck is exposed to you and Hyunjin whimpers. A single tear forces its way out of the corner of his eye, rolls down his glittering cheek, gets caught in the silver of his earring. His cock jumps and drools a little, forms a puddle where it rests. Maybe you’ll make him lick it up later.
With your hand still in his hair, you start pulling him upright. Whimpering, his body follows. His chest rises and falls unevenly, the lithe muscles in his stomach and his legs bulge prettily with the effort.
You’re about to let up on your grip, but Hyunjin mewls, strains further into your hold, makes a desperate noise of protest in the back of his throat. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out except a gargled moan. You watch as his face screws up, his eyes close as he tries to get his bearings enough to speak. His pink tongue runs over the plush of his lips, leaves a thick sheen of spit on them. Your breath catches in your throat.
When he finally speaks, it’s with his big, glassy eyes locked onto yours, and his hands clasped in front of his heart. A desperate prayer.
“More.”
Your vision blurs and your socked foot collides with his cock hard.
Hyunjin screams, doubles over … and comes. His broad back heaves as he sobs through his orgasm, hands clutched against his chest, his cock spurting erratically all over the floor between his legs.
His body goes limp when he comes down, though he stays where he is. Folded in on himself, sweaty forehead pressed against the cold floor. Every now and again a shudder racks through him and with it comes a small, pitiful whimper.
Carefully, you approach him, run a soothing hand over his back. He shivers under your touch, goosebumps following the tracks of your fingers. You hum softly before you speak, so you don’t startle him.
“Enough?”
Shakily, Hyunjin pushes his bound hands into the floor, tries to push himself up, but his shaking legs make it hard. You walk around him until you’re in front of him, help him to sit back on his knees again. His eyes are a little clearer now. There are tear tracks down his flushed red cheeks and a red spot on his forehead from the floor.
You bring your palm up, cup his cheek. He nuzzles into the touch, hums sweetly, presses a kiss to your palm before he flutters his eyes open.
He blinks at you, then he smiles dopily and shakes his head.
“More.”
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[ 🎥 ] — after yeonjun's rise in the porn industry, an interview was something he agreed to for fun. however, after he saw you, the interviewer, he wished it was a fake interview where he gets to fuck you.
cw : pornstar!yeonjun. unedited word vomit fictional magazine company that apparently also exists in real life.
a/n ; i apologize for my sins i swear I'll change 🙏🏼 and this is a drabble, not a fic! i might turn it into one over time ♡
after you reached out to him a few weeks ago with greetings and compliments, and asking can I interview you some time? I'd like to know what it's like to be a person who earns through the adult industry, and with your fame, I know that you're just the right person., his first, honest reaction was to laugh. i mean, seriously?
he was laughing at the irony of the fact that he was being interviewed. i mean, who was willing enough to take out time of their busy, hectic schedule to interview a man who earns bread by having a dildo inside of him? he had to know. he wanted to know what this person was like.
he did think that this could be completely false and you could be a potential threat, trying to lure him into your little cage with cheese like he's a fucking rat, capture him and do bad things to him like he'd heard with various nefarious acts of people against people with 'easy' fame.
"can I get proof that you're actually an interviewer?"
to which he immediately got a response with a photo of a xerox copy of your identification document, namely at a popular company called mode de vie. he could see the black and white ink that framed the photo stuck on the top right corner, and he knew that he had to see that fucking face in real life. if that's how you look in a awfully captured picture, so captivating, bold, and confidence outlining your eyes in the form of sharp eyeliner, he had to see that face in front of him, asking him questions about his body count or something else he doesn't give two shits about.
he'd said sure to your offer almost immediately now that he saw that it was a real interviewer after him. and now that it was time, he drove to the place where you both agreed to be at — a café which was relatively close to his house and your office.
"I'm glad you came!" you said as you shook his hand that would eventually get sweaty from just sitting opposite to you. what the fuck? he seriously considered telling you to quit this stupid, serious job and just join him in his public sex life. you were stunning.
now that he saw your hair open, framing your face, and that fucking sharp-ass eyeliner, he was mad that he didn't dress up nicely and instead came in a hoodie. who wants to miss a chance of getting a baddie?
he thanked the lords he'd long forgotten when you told him this is just an audio based interview which will later be turned into a text format.
while you continued asking him questions about everything, from "fuck-a-fan" to "how did your mother find out?", he'd needed to ask you to repeat your questions several times. his eyes kept drifting down, down to your chest.
'why the fuck are you wearing a top so low-cut? is it to provoke me or something?' he'd think. he legitimately wants to put his hand on the table, pushing himself towards you and grabbing one of your tits. it's pissing him off he can't.
okay, so maybe he was a pervert like one of his friends liked to say. but it wasn't his fault when you were asking him questions about his sex life while looking at him with those eyes that were possibly tearing his clothes off.
in his world, that is.
'do you want to fuck me too, or am I trippin'?'
he knew he had to keep his filthy hands, his filthy thoughts, to himself. c'mon, it's a fucking interview, yeonjun. grow up. you've had plenty of girls and guys to fuck in your life. from small and petite, to taller than you. from fucking someone to getting fucked. you've done it all. why are you so captivated by this woman?
maybe it was the way you had your makeup done that had him wishing he could see it smeared all over with a new makeup product; his cum, or maybe it was your tits that were practically begging to be the thing he shoves his face in tonight. but no, it was the way you carried yourself.
there was this... this aura, this radiation of confidence that was magnetic enough for him to be pulled to you.
under the table, he was practically going to rub one out. he kept adjusting his pants, kept palming his dick that was straining against his pants and standing up against his thoughts of not fucking you ever.
ugh, just how fucking good you'd look on his bed, and he swears he could go above his rounds per fucking streak of 4 with you; from classic missionary to the amazon position, from sixty-nine to his foot on your face while he fucked your ass from the back. fuck, he'd even let you peg him, something he's always refused to do.
just how good you'd look while sliding your strap-on inside of him, his eyes going wide, as well as your smile at the sight of his pretty face. he thinks you'd like some crazy songs playing in the background, similar to the vibe of playboi carti.
fuck, he'd hold onto your tits for support, comfort, for just the fucks of it no matter who is topping.
"um, excuse me?" you asked when he spaced out in the middle.
"yeah?" he said, looking up from the table where both of your milkshakes resided.
"thank you for the interview. i appreciate it a lot!" you said, smiling at him, completely unaware of the junk he had in his brain about you. you put out your hand for a friendly yet professional handshake.
"oh, yeah, of course." he muttered out, responding to your hand with his that was definitely sweaty.
as you closed your notepad and stopped the recording, he looked up at your face finally.
"can I ask you a question too?"
"oh, yes, of course." you said, looking up at him with a face of genuine curiosity. maybe it would be something like —
"when will this be posted?"
"where can I read it?"
"will there be a hardcopy?"
"would you ever fuck me if you could?"
and suddenly, this was the first time you regretted not recording the aftermath of an interview.
synopsis: you can't touch him, because he's too innocent, too sweet. but god you wish you could.
warnings: implied fem reader (can't remember if it's outright said), dom reader, sub soobin, masturbation, fingering, lowkey corruption kink, mentioned mommy kink, think that's really it
a/n: the first portion of this fic has been in my drafts since roughly july last year and was in my notes app for a few months - at least - longer than that so don't even ask me how old this really is, but at least it's out!!😭
“Am I bad person?”
Beomgyu scoffs, looking at you with eyebrows raised. He nearly laughs at the ridiculous statement coming from your mouth.
"What?"
And that makes him lose it, unable to even hold it back as he barks out a laugh, looking at you as if you've grown a second head.
It’s a hard thing to fathom coming from you given that you’ve definitely never had any qualms about your morality when it comes to this kind of stuff. “Really? You’re asking me that?”
His best friend sits across the room, oblivious to the conversation, his headphones pulled over his ears, the game he’s playing flashing on the computer screen in front of him.
Soobin.
Sweet sweet Soobin, messy blonde hair left unbrushed, pajamas still on, not bothering to change as this was all he was planning to do all day.
Sweet Soobin who you can’t help but want to play with.
Who you can’t help but imagine how pretty he’d look with tears in his eyes.
"I'm not fucking around Gyu-am I a bad person?"
You groan and flop over on the couch, rolling over to rest your head in Beomgyu’s lap, looking up at him with a comically-in his opinion-concerned expression.
He gives you nothing but an exaggerated eye-roll. "Don't even start."
“But aren’t I?” You look again at the boy across the room, wondering why, why he had to be so stupidly adorable. His lips were twisted into a small pout and why it was so fucking cute.
Why? You wondered, feeling like this was all you were doing nowadays.
Beomgyu resists the urge to roll his eyes at you for the second time in a row, now at the way that you look at his best friend like some kind of lovesick fool, especially considering that all you really wanted was get into his pants. It didn’t really make sense, but hey, who was he to judge?
“Why? Just because you want to rock his shit? Step on him and make him cry? That makes you question your morality? Out of everything that you've done?”
You gasp, slapping his chest. “He’s right there.” You hiss, not exactly denying the words.
He ignores that, shoving you off of him. He knows as well as you do that those headphones are the expensive noise cancelling ones that he'd gotten from you last Christmas. He barely hear himself yelling at his online teammates much less your hushed conversation.
You look at him as if you want to take him out on a nice picnic date and let him lay his head in your lap while playing with his hair pointing at clouds. Which Beomgyu couldn’t really see in any world, you were never really the type.
But who knows? Maybe you were really just that eager for his dick at this point-or the more probable scenario-have him on your dick, that it broke something inside you.
“Why’re you so concerned now? Not like you had any issues with Yeonjun or Taehyun. Hell, you kept up everyone else in the dorms,” His voice goes higher as he attempts to poorly mock his roommates. “‘Y/N, more~’ ‘please, I need it-need y-‘“
“Shut the hell up.” You spit, quickly covering his mouth with your hand while your eyes flicker once more to him, still staring intently at his game.
Really, why were you so concerned now?
Beomgyu was right. You’d had no problem doing the same to them, to Tae and Yeonjun, but they were different-he was different.
Soobin was different than any of them. They were the product of having fun with someone you knew like the back of your hand and vice versa. Simply satisfying-albeit unimportant-a matter of getting your rocks off with people you knew could find your clit and would let you hit it from the back.
Soobin was Soobin though. The sweet boy who looked at you with the most innocent smile.
Who got all blushy and embarrassed when you so much as lightly and non-vulgarly flirted with him.
He’d squeak and duck his head away when you called him bunny - again, non-vulgarly, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing and it turned him on-just a little bit.
In other words, painfully obviously, it was clear.
“He’s a virgin!” You hiss, hand still clamped over his mouth despite his garbled reply. You know just as well as Beomgyu knows how bitchless his friend is. Despite the fact that offers for him were nearly endless he was too shy, too awkward to accept said advances. “-I can’t take that away from him, it needs to be special, it needs-“
Your hand, still over his mouth is touched by something warm and wet and you shriek, pulling away quickly with a look of disgusted horror. “Are you serious right now?”
“Fight me bitch, I will not hesitate.” He growls, looking triumphant with the fact that you’ve now backed up to the edge of the couch.
You roll your eyes at him, looking once again at Soobin.
Fuck, why does he have to be so adorably innocent?
Beomgyu rolls his eyes, wiping at his mouth. "Just trust me, he'd be happy to be used by you. He might be a virgin, but he's nowhere near innocent."
"And what do you mean by that?" You sit against the arm of the couch, wiping Beomgyu's saliva onto the cushions.
He lets out a dry laugh, glancing back at Soobin before reaching for the previously forgotten remote control. "It means he wouldn't be as freaked as you think he would be if he found your sex toy collection."
—-
You suppose Soobin had always been special in some sort of way.
Always there over the span of time that you'd known all of them. Sitting off to the side while you hung out with the others. In his own room while you were fucking around with his other roommates. Playing his game while you were hanging out with Gyu.
He'd caught your eye more than once or twice, or three times over the years.
He was hot. You'd never discount that. Hot in the loser-y, adorable, cute, corruptible kind of way.
But then again, that kind of was your type if you thought about it.
You'd never been particularly close with him like you'd been with the others. He'd never made much effort to hang out with you but he was there when all the others were, if not one-on-one.
And he got really, really embarrassed when you tried to flirt with him like you did the others.
You didn't mind much, you'd just come under the impression that he was kind of scared of women. Which was also kind of cute.
But Beomgyu was right when he'd said that you'd never cared much about morals in the first place.
It didn't matter how close of friends or if they were a virgin or whatever other silly things that made things like that 'trivial'.
Life was too short to pretend you didn't feel things and besides. Sometimes, you really, just...didn't care.
And it wasn't personal, when you wanted someone, you would pursue it and if there was now friend groups you'd single handedly broken up, well they'd clearly made it personal themselves because you always made it very clear that there was no feelings involved.
Besides the raw, hot tension that made your skin tingle like your nerves were livewire.
Soobin was different though, special.
You felt bad for wanting him. For wanting to dirty him up.
He was something pure, something beyond and above you, perhaps and that was something you weren't willing to ruin, no matter what Beomgyu told you.
—-
"Fuck," he panted, "please,"
The room was dark, the light of his laptop being the only thing illuminating his face.
"Please,"
Sounds filled his ears through the crappy pair he'd owned for years, refusing to get wireless ones.
"Please."
"Bet you fucking like that, don't you?" The voice, only a few octaves higher than your own, still sent shivers down his spine.
Close enough.
"You're a such a dirty slut, you know?"
He whined into his sleeve, a sweater paw pressed over his mouth to keep the moans at bay. "I'm sorry, no, no please I'm sorry~" It wasn't doing a very good job muffling his voice though.
"I need it~"
The video seemed to respond to his desperate pleas. "If you need it so fucking bad then you'll be a good boy and wait for mommy's permission. You hear me?"
Or maybe he'd just watched this video so many times he'd memorized all of the male counterpart's lines. "Yes mommy," he panted, "I'll be good, I-I'll wait for your permission!"
He wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't.
He couldn't, as much as he prided himself on being a good boy. This time he knew he wouldn't even make it through the seven minute and thirty-two second video.
Not with you in the next room.
He couldn't tell if you were with Yeonjun or Taehyun. It didn't really matter either way.
Because he would only focus on you.
You weren't loud, having endured enough of Beomgyu's teasing and gripes about your sexual habits. He decided he hated Beomgyu for that.
But he could hear your pants through the paper-thin walls, heavy and followed by your quiet praises. "Sweet boy," you cooed, just as the porn on his laptop continued, "Naughty boy, such a messy little-" He ripped the earbuds out mid-sentence.
He wanted to hear you.
Not some substitute for the real thing.
He could imagine if you walked it on him right now.
Laying spread out on his bed, pants not even all the way off-just messily pulled below his hips, just enough for his dick to breathe properly and for his hand to easily slide up and down with the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
"Fucking please." He moaned, quiet and needy.
You'd see him a mess, his soaked through sleeves catching the drool from his lips, teeth biting into the soft fabric to keep from crying out too loud.
You'd see him shamelessly fucking up into his fist, calling out pleas with no one there to hear him.
"C'mon baby, you can take it, take it all for me." Your voice was accompanied by the wet sounds of what, Soobin wasn't completely sure but his mind quickly conjured a few different theories. "That's it, a little more~"
Fuck him, he wished you were speaking to him.
Cockwarming him, your pussy wrapped around his dick, warm and wet and squeezing around him so good. Fluttering kisses over his face and throat as you teased along the length of him, slowly lifting up just to agonizingly sink back down onto him, clenching tight while he moaned into a kiss.
Or stroking him to another orgasm, making him cum again and again until his body was shaking and tears streaming down his cheeks. Telling him he could take more, do it one more time, for you. Because whatever pain you'd inflict would be worth it, after all it was your hands doing the damage.
"Fuck you look so pretty like this, just makes me wanna fucking wreck you. Turn you into a mindless whore on my dick."
Fuck, so that was what it was.
His mind managed to come up with one more picture through the haze.
You'd have his wrists pinned over his head with one hand, over him, keeping him down with a surprising amount of strength.
God, he could imagine the way you'd look at him. Maybe you'd be kind and gentle, sweet words and a sweet hand, fulfilling every one of his fantasies while calling him your sweet little bunny.
Like you were with whoever you were with on the other side of that wall.
But he doubted it. Or, he hoped not at least.
In his head you'd be meaner, crueler. Look at him with dark, hungry eyes and watch in a sadistic sort of glee when he cried, when he whined, when he begged and pleaded for more.
You'd thrust into him, hard and punishing, slowing down just to make sure that he wasn't crying from serious pain before you'd slam your hips against his, driving the tip of the toy dead into his prostate.
He'd beg you, plead you to slow down, to be nicer to him.
You'd tell him no. Tell him to be a good boy, voice patronizing and low, tell him only good boys get rewards.
God, that’s what he needed right now.
Needed you.
Your words, your touch, your scent, your presence even. You eyes on him, watching as he fell apart.
Not you fucking someone else in a different room.
Liquid heat flowed through his body, scorching and consuming every coherent thought.
"More."
He imagined it was you. Your hands all over him, pressing up against his throat, fondling his balls, purposely, maliciously ignoring where he needed to be touched most while you drove into him over and over and over until he was screaming in ecstasy.
It wasn’t enough, not nearly
"You just love my cock, don't you angel? Love being fucked by me into a mindless whore?"
He silently cracked the lube open, lathering his fingers in it before letting them drift lower.
He'd done this before, but it had been awhile and the stretch was beyond overwhelming with your words ringing through the wall.
“You’re just a little angel, aren’t you, bunny?” And he pressed a finger inside, thrusting shallowly, breath picking up as you got louder.
"No, you're not an angel. You're a fucking whore, taking it like you were made for it, huh?" A second finger, following the first, scissoring himself open with a quiet gasp.
"Yeah? Fuck, is that it?" You laugh and he swears it's right in his ear, ringing through his head. "'m gonna make you scream for me baby,"
He whines in frustration, his fingers not deep enough - you not deep enough inside of him. No, he needs it deeper, harder.
More.
"Get on top of me baby, ride me," you mutter, so far but so close.
He can imagine, as he settles on his knees, that the pillow he straddles is you. That his legs are around your hips. That his fingers, positioning on the bed under him is your dick and your hands are pressing against his hips, holding him in place.
"You're mine, you hear that? Mine. My perfect little slut, taking my cock like a pretty little slut." His body trembles, eyes rolling back as he slowly sinks down onto three fingers.
"Your's." He moans in reply.
And finally, finally, he reaches his prostate, hitting it head on with his fingers.
Stars burst behind his eyelids as they slip shut, back arching into the intrusion. He could cry, he thinks distantly that he maybe is.
But it doesn't matter.
Because your hands are on his hips, controlling his movements, leading him the way you want him to ride your cock.
Up,
"Slut." You whisper.
and down,
"Whore." You lean up, teeth nipping at his neck but not hard enough to leave marks.
over,
"Baby," Breathing over the shell of his ear.
and over,
"Good boy~" Teasingly biting at his earlobe.
harder,
"Bunny," Kissing along his jaw.
faster,
"Mine." Across his cheek.
deeper.
Just barely there, ghosting across his lips-
"-Cum for me baby,"
And he does. With his mouth hung open, drool covered sleeve long forgotten over. With his eyebrows furrowed and body curled into itself, fingers pressed against his prostate.
Ropes of cum covering his chest, and his face. Some reaching his lips and his chin, staining his skin and landing in his open mouth.
"Fuck,"
And on the other side of the wall, "Good boy,"
a/n: i was thinking about making a part two but honestly if it took me a year to find the inspiration to finish this one, i'm not sure a second one will ever come out😭
Summary: Being apart from Mingyu is always a challenge. No matter if for one minute or one week, you always find it challenging for many reasons and you know he feels the same. Yet who knew your pretty prince could get too greedy? Could crave you so deeply?
Warnings: Sub!mingyu, Bottom!mingyu, Dom!reader, Gender-neutral reader (let me know if it's not!), The term cock/strap is used in regards to reader, Gyu calls reader Daddy, Mingyu wants to get pregnant & reader gives mingyu anything he wants, (There is no real pregnancy just the situation being arousing for them both), Breeding kink, Dirty talking, Mingyu gets cockdumb easily, Lots of cum talk, There’s a little cream🥧 scene at the end (Sorry, kinda not & it’s short dw!), Pet names: Mingyu (Angel, Prince, Baby.), Reader (daddy.), Mingyu in a pretty pink nightgown during this. <3 (I think that's it!)
Inspired by this ask!
A/n: Hi guys! I haven’t written in so long so I hope this isn’t too bad! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) Since I haven't written in forever I'm trying to get back into the groove of it all so please be gentle with me LOL. Btw this might be a lil freaky for some hehe but I hope you like it! Also, don't like, don't read‼️ No need to burn me at the stake friend. Feedback is appreciated :)
Being away from mingyu is something you'll always consider a challenge. Whether it be he's simply in the kitchen while you are in bed or it is you on a week-long business trip with your phone being your saving grace. No matter the situation the feeling is always the same; you crave mingyu in every sense of the word.
This week's business trip has finally ended and you couldn't be more relieved. You hate being surrounded by so many people especially those who can't even return a nod your way. You can't say you blame them, with the constant meetings, elders feeling the need to raise either voice and business being the only thing talked about. It would take a toll on anyone, especially when it reoccurs for a week.
Although boring and uneventful you can't help but feel grateful at being kept busy. The whole time you were gone Mingyu mostly stayed at home by himself. He explained that he can't go out with his friends every day. (you told him you'd want to hang out with him every day, cutie got shy at that.)
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The sight of your front door makes you want to jump for joy. Behind there is a soft bed, a warm shower, and a pretty prince. With it being so late you enter the house quietly, sticking your suitcase to the side, and putting your shoes together neatly. The last time you kicked your shoes off without care you got an earful. Who knew for mingyu to use his size against you all you had to do was be a brat about tidiness?
You open your bedroom door quietly, careful not to wake mingyu if he's already asleep but to your surprise the lamps are on. Though that’s the last thing on your mind when you see him.
Your prince who you haven't seen in a week stands by one of the walls hanging up new fairy lights while wearing one of his dainty nightgowns. Not just any one though, your favorite one. Pretty pink gown with lace detailing, tiny bows at the hem, and one in the middle of his chest. The lighting from the fairy lights overhead cast him in a glow, making you feel like you had truly walked into heaven.
Walking up to him, you wrap your arms around his waist squeezing him tightly. You kiss his forehead with a hum, satisfied at having him in your arms again. He flinches at the contact, his surprised expression making you snicker. “You scared me!” he says, turning around to face you. His expression is cute though you know he's trying to appear angry.
“You need to be more aware baby, what if I was someone dangerous?” you state amused at his reaction; moving down to nip at where his neck meets his shoulder. You feel him relax at the feeling, already giving into you at such a small action. “You are someone dangerous.” he counters, turning back to the wall. You admire the view because how couldn't you?
His broad shoulders, and toned back accompanied by his thick thighs is such an art that you'd be crazy to do anything less than admire. His cute ass that peeks from beneath the hem of his gown makes you drop to your knees to seek more. Slipping your hands underneath his gown to squeeze the plump cheeks.
It's so cute how Mingyu’s ass fits him, so biteable and soft. The chocked sound he makes at your teeth sinking into his skin tenderly makes you apply more pressure. You want your mark there, a sign to him and yourself that he is yours.
Mingyu winces at the feeling, the pain is one he doesn't mind. He knows you’ve missed him, in too many ways to count. He doesn't move even at the sting because if there is one thing Mingyu loves, it's being useful for you. A selfish reason lies within that as well, your angel loves being used by you.
Mingyu loves pleasing, a part of him relishes at not needing to think when you're around. Mingyu loves letting you do whatever you wish because it makes him happy. There's also the other side of the coin that makes him dizzy and that's letting Daddy fuck him wherever and whenever they want.
“Need it, Daddy, s’much” Mingyu whines after what feels like hours of your torment. You’ve been touching him all over, your mouth traveling every inch of him, getting him so close with so little just to stop soon after. He missed you a lot and needs to feel you inside right now!
Throughout the days you were gone all he could think about was: What would you do to him today if you were here? How would you kiss him Thursday morning while he made you both breakfast in the pink sweater you bought too big for him?
He even thought silly thoughts like: What if you cum in him so deep that he got pregnant?
Mingyu didn't think it was silly afterward with the way the thought made his mind hazy and hole feel too empty. He knows it won't happen, He is not even sure he’d want it to but the thought makes his face hot, and knowing you? You could convince him it would happen.
Could convince him that if rocked his hips harder it'd work faster, that if he clenched hard enough around you, you'd be milked dry and he'd be so full. He’d listen, he’d listen and be the best prince cause only Daddy uses his hole, so only you know what's best.
He melts into your hold as you finally enter him. The stretch adds a pleasurable pain sedating his burning lust yet he still feels too hot. You bite the shell of his ear before leaving a soft kiss behind it. Taking his hips in your hands as you guide him over your cock. Filthy words leave your mouth, the slight degradation in them said so lovingly that Mingyu considers it praise.
He's such a slut for cock? Yes, yours makes him pathetic.
He’s so sensitive he could probably cum with just kisses? Yes, because your lips tease and suck all over, making him yearn.
He's your pretty fucktoy? Of course he is, he's Daddy's pretty toy wrapped up in lace and bows. Daddy’s prettiest present to kiss, bend over and make cry whenever they want.
Your pace quickens, the sound of skin hitting skin egging you both on. The fairy lights above continue to make him glow, casting a halo on his head. Proving that he is Daddy's little angel.
“Daddy so good..” he groans out; ending his sentence with a small squeak as you seem to reach places he’s only tried to this past week. “Yeah? My poor prince must have been so lonely.” you sympathize. Pulling your hips back slowly you lean to kiss his shoulder blade. “So empty.” you insinuate with a strong thrust.
Mingyu cries out at the feeling, the power in your movements making him try to grab at something only to fall short at the flat wall in front of him. “Need it s’bad.” he mewls out. The thought that occurred to him while you were away the only thing currently in his mind. “Need what baby?” you ask fondly. He doesn't respond instead he moves one of his hands from the wall to intertwine with where yours lays on his stomach.
He moves his hips in a circular motion, turning to look back at you. He’s pouting as if you're supposed to know what he needs. You usually do but mingyu thinks you might not know what it is he really wants right now.
“Been thinkin' about it while you were gone.” he says but doesn't answer you. He rotates his hips in the opposite direction, whining at the feeling. The pretty pink gown swaying with the motion causes you to groan. You lower your free hand to Mingyu’s ass before giving a spank to the left cheek. “Spit it out angel.” you snap, feeling impatient.
You lean back to stand straight and he follows; laying his head on your shoulder. His body is bent erotically the arch of his back causes his chest to push out. You catch sight of his nipples under the slightly sheer fabric, you wish you could touch him everywhere at once.
He wraps his arm around the side of your neck to secure himself. He looks at your lips before licking them lightly. His gaze travels up to lock on your eyes, there's a seductive flutter to them, one that makes Mingyu's eyelashes feel like a trap and his irises capture you.
“You cum in me so deep and it's always really good.” he whispers to you. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, drawing you in more than he already has you. “Feels so good you'd let me fuck you anywhere, anytime?” you press, voice low as you rut your hips up lightly making Mingyu’s eyebrows furrow in bliss.
“Feels so good I'd let you get me pregnant Daddy.” he corrects quietly. His words fill you with fervor, images of mingyu walking around the house in more pretty nightgowns while being bred by you. His hole leaking and messy with your cum as he makes breakfast, feeling content as his body glows. No matter how unrealistic it is, your hunger for him is real.
He grins before giving you a feather of a kiss when he sees the light in your eyes dim, now sharing the need with him. You fuck into him faster, his moans suffocating as it hits the wall in front of you. It's suffocating in the way they sound so pretty, in the way it motivates you to keep going, to pull more out of him until his throat is sore.
Mingyu’s cock bounces between his legs, pretty cock shiny with arousal and frustration. You pull back to grip his hips harder, fuck into him just a little bit harsher until he’s crying. “Daddy, w–wait, t’much!” he sobs out. You slow, beginning to kiss up his jaw, his cheek, and a gentle one on his forehead.
You move a hand to splay on his stomach as you fuck up into him with slow but deep thrust. Making sure he feels every inch of you glide in and out of his walls. You’re making sure to hit his prostate with intention causing your poor prince to grip your wrist. “Pretty body is so big and strong, it already has all of me but it wants more?” you taunt and he only whimpers, pushing his hips back for more.
Each time you drag your cock out he can't help but whine, even though he knows you'll always give him more, as every time you reenter he gasps. “It wants more of me so much that your hole won't stop pulling me back in.” He can’t reply, your thrust knocking all words and air from him and it's so good. He doesn't have to think right now, doesn't even think he could with all that's clouding his mind is the feeling of you inside.
“Gonna make you even prettier in this gown angel, gonna make you take so well.” you growl. Turning his head to face you, you capture his lips. The kiss is a contrast to your bodies. It's hungry yet soft. So full of care that Mingyu almost misses the way you bite his lip with a grunt, seeming to be caught up in the idea of his body being not only full of your love but also full of you.
And all Mingyu can do is let out pleas. His body finally got what it wanted yet he still begs. “Daddy’s gonna get me pregnant?” he questions, so far gone in his pleasure and you're no better. “You want it baby?” you moan into his ear. “Yes! Yes…” he cries, head nodding along to his words. “Then daddy will give you it angel.”
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You don't know how much time passes by as you both stay in this lustful haze. You came more than once and immediately stopped counting. His hole exposes that fact erotically. Cream around your strap and his pretty hole. The sight alone makes you want to cum again.
“Daddy it's getting messy, t’much cummin out.” He whines. You'd almost think he's complaining if you didn't know how much he loves it like this; with his head empty and his hole dripping. Angel doesn't even notice his lisp being more apparent. He's so cute, so perfect, so big that you’d be crazy not to stuff his hole until it takes. (Though the thought of pulling out just to see him tear up and babble about putting it back in appeases you.)
“Thought you wanted my cum, pretty prince?” you remind as you guide you both to the bed. Laying him on his back. You lift his legs over your shoulders; moving down to kiss both his nipples lightly. “I do s’much. imagine all of it in here, Daddy, please.” he snivels as he looks down at his stomach before meeting your gaze. His eyes are shiny and his hair is tousled as it sprawls over the pillow. Your pretty prince is the real danger here, despite his claims of it being you.
You bite back a moan at his words. Holding his hip tight letting your fingers push into the little bit of plush there. Everything feels too much, too little, so good. You almost don't want to cum again, wanting to stay here like this with him forever. Yet you feel the familiar tingle in your skin and your brain fuzzes as pleasure overtakes you once more. Your orgasm is strong even after the previous ones.
Mingyu reaches down to his cock, finally giving it attention. It only takes three strokes and a weak thrust of your hips for him to shake with a yelp. His orgasm making his breath quicken and his legs tighten around you.
You both catch your breath before you pull out and Mingyu decides to be a brat as he immediately pulls his legs back to show you all of him. His puffy hole clenches causing cum to squeeze out. God, why is he such a blessing and a curse in the best way possible?
“S’much inside Daddy, look how much is coming out” he slurs softly. He stares at you as he pushes more out and you moan quietly at the sight. He giggles at his effect on you, the power he has to make you feral is something he takes pride in. You avert your eyes from where you both connected to look back at him.
“What do you say baby?” you inquire. Kissing his ankle softly before letting go. He closes his legs making the pink gown fall to lay at his thick thighs.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
P.s: guys this might be the last pure smut for a little minute as i have a few full fic ideas I'm finally starting to plan and work on! horny writer user @/jellipuff is not out of commission guys, she's just finally going to try, write & finish her fics instead of 1.0k+ smuts. 😞
May I Have Your Attention Please? (Sub!Hongjoong x dom!reader)
Word count: 2757
Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem Reader, She/her pronouns
Genre: enemies to lovers, dom!reader x sub!idol
Warnings: smut, pegging, fingering male receiving, GANGTEEZ tings, mention of drugs, cum eating, handjob, spanking, a little degrading not much
Also, MDNI pls and thank you!!!
"Hongjoong, why do you keep stealing my corner, boys?" You barge into his meeting, not giving a fuck who he's talking to or what he's talking about.
His crew, affectionally known as Gangteez, pulls out their guns on you, but that doesn't bother you.
You stand tall and hold your head high with your hands at the sides of your hips. The latest dress from YSL covers your body with your favorite YSL heels to match.
You make eye contact with the devil himself, Kim Hongjoong. His gaze on you is intense, but it doesn't intimate you a bit.
Hongjoong snaps his black-painted fingers, and the six men lower their guns. He stands up from his desk and walks around.
His steps are wide, and he hovers toward you.
While you are wearing a red dress that is inches away from your knees, Hongjoong is wearing a leather jacket with a matching beret—one of his signatures with a Balmain t-shirt and jeans.
Of course, he stands before you a few inches shorter than you since you have on heels. Right now, the only thing that will soothe this matter is you digging your YSL heel into his chest and killing him yourself.
The room is incredible, and even though you are towering over him. He manages to radiate big dick energy though you hate to admit it.
You don't have to explain how much you are a boss bitch to any of these muthafuckers in this room. Your work and contribution to the game speak for themselves.
"Clear the room," he instructs his gang, and there is a quick pattering of feet against the carpeted floor. There isn't questioning of his decision or backtalk. Similar to how things are when you are with your crew.
His orbs are still locked on you, and you haven't bothered to look away. Some people might be scared of the leader of Gangteez, but not you.
The door closes, and he smirks at you. "So, now, do I have your attention, Y/n?" Hongjoong raises a questioning brow.
You tilt your head and study his face. Where the fuck is this coming from? Why would he need your attention?
Attention? You tilt your head and study his face. Where is this coming from?
"What is this really about, Joong? I don't come to this side of town often."
"I know it's hard for you to be around us common folk, but you are so hard to reach. So, I figured this was the best way to get your attention."
"Hard to reach?" You chuckle, almost in disbelief at his gesture. "My number hasn't changed in years. So, cut the bullshit. What do you want?"
"I was thinking we could have a little arrangement," His eyes lower and trails down your body. His gaze is invasive.
You snap your fingers at him. "Hey. Eyes up here. Please, I'm not one of your toys.
He's not the first man to proposition you, and you're sure he wouldn't be the last.
"Yes, a little birdie told me you were looking for a new distributor."
"Who told you that?"
"Maybe you should be careful of who knows all your secrets."
"I keep everything close to me. My organization is doing just fine."
"I doubt that. I mean, your structure is a bit weak. Don't you think?"
You want to take a deep breath to readjust your energy. But, he's so damn close to you that any sign of a reaction would indicate that he's indeed speaking facts.
You're unsure how he knows, but there will be hell to pay when you get home.
"Why are you so obsessed with me?"
"Because you should be running things with me. We should work together and take over the city."
You laugh at him. His ideas are comical and unrealistic. Hongjoong is a power-hungry man. He must be dominant in every way possible.
You know good, and damn well, he wouldn't want to share any decision-making with anyone. He's too bossy for that.
"Work with you? On what planet? You must have lost your damn mind."
"I mean, working with me has its perks. Seonghwa told me how rough you can be in the bedroom."
Your chest is set ablaze when he drops your little secret. This man already has too much entail on you. Why would Park Seonghwa, the one who you have whimpering on his knees, run his mouth to your sworn enemy? It's not that you have told Seonghwa about Hongjoong. But, how could they even be in the same circles?
You also don't want to cut things off with your billionaire boo either because you have such a great time making him fall to his knees and service you.
"Seonghwa didn't tell you that."
"Oh, but he did. He ranted and raved so much about you that it made me curious. You know how he is," you reply.
"How'd you even know him?"
"We went to preschool together. He went the straight path, and I was destined to run the streets."
"Why are you curious about what I do with other men? Are you jealous?"
"I mean, I have had my fair slew of women all over the city, the country, even. But, no one piques my interest in the way you do."
You smirk at his compliment, and you know where he's going with this.
"I'm not letting you fuck me. Hell, no."
"Who said I would do that? I want you to fuck me."
"In exchange for what?"
"Product to hold you until you find a new distributor."
"Fine, this is a one-time offer. Meet me tomorrow at the four seasons at 11 p.m. If you're one minute late, then the deal is off."
"Perfect, see you there."
***
You pull the last flexi-rod out of your hair and place them on the hotel sink. You take a look at yourself in the mirror.
You know you look so damn good, and you hate that you are wasting on that annoying ass Hongjoong. But, your business can benefit from the product to hold you over until you find a new distributor.
You still have a bone to pick with Seonghwa, but you will handle him accordingly for running his mouth.
Tonight, your focus is Kim Hongjoong, and you plan to handle this man. At the end of the day, he will be whimpering on your strap, and after that, you will have some product.
It's a win-win for everyone. But, you still have to keep your enemy close to you.
You do a spin in your red lace bra and panties. Your thigh-high heels match your outfit to give you a bomb look . Your neck is draped in an expensive Cuban link that Seonghwa bought you last month for your birthday.
A knock at the door causes you to step out of the bathroom. You walk down the hall of your hotel room and approach the door. You stare at the peephole. Your gun is tucked in your underwear. You already have your strap-on so that is no fumbling necessary when it is time to fuck him.
You grab your see-through lace robe. You toss it on and open the door.
"Good evening, Hongjoong."
"Hello, Y/n, you look amazing," Hongjoong compliments you, and it's what you expect. He's wearing a black T-shirt which you know is designer without even looking at the tag, and he's wearing ripped dark blue jeans.
You pull him into the room and grab the basket at the door. You close the door behind him, and he stares down at the empty basket.
"What's this?" He points down at the basket and looks at you.
"Keys, gun, and phone, please. You will get it back once I release you. The only one strapped tonight will be me," you inform him and give him a quick wink.
"Fine," Hongjoong says. He reaches into his pocket and drops his keys, phone, and wallet.
You continue to hold the basket. "Gun, sir."
Hongjoong reaches inside his coat jacket and places his gun inside. You pat him down, going inside his coat.
You get close to him and take a whiff of him and his cologne. He's wearing a different scent than he usually does and it smells lighter than usual. He seems good, and you reach down to pat him down further, and you grab his dick.
You stare up at him. "I'm packing, but in other ways," Hongjoong winks at you.
"Uh huh," you roll your eyes at him. You finish inspecting him, and he passes. "I'll be right back."
You retrieve to the back to lock up his items, and you return to him.
"Let's have a quick chat, first."
"Sounds good," he replies.
He follows you to the living room area, and you sit down on the couch, and the moonlight shines in the space. You have candles lit to set the mood and give the room an extra glow.
"So, we agreed that this is a one-time thing. This is strictly a business exchange."
"Yes, that is correct."
"You understand that you won't be inside of me in any type of way, correct?"
"Yes, I understand. That's what I wanted."
"You cannot tell anyone about this either, understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
You two go further into the conversation to talk about a safe word, and you agree on "Outlaw". You both discuss limits and communicate what you are both comfortable with.
You invite him to go into the bedroom. You push him on the bed.
"Is this what you wanted all this time?" You ask him.
"Yes, I've been waiting a long time to be your bitch."
Something sparks inside of you, and instantly you feel something for him. Hearing him say that does something to you.
You reach for his belt and remove it from his pants. You toss it over your shoulder.
"Of course, you want that. But, trying to sabotage my business isn't the smartest thing."
"But, it got me here.. right?"
"Take off your clothes," you request.
He's mouthy, and it's exactly what you expect. You expect him to try to push you using his words. If you really thought about it, he's always said something to get a rise out of you.
"Yes, mistress," Hongjoong replies. He takes off his clothes layer by layer.
"Get on your hands and knees. I think I need to show you who is in charge."
Hongjoong assumes the position, but he's too eager. It's like he's been wanting to be punished by you for a long time.
You move behind him and rub his ass. "Ready? Count with me."
You slap his ass hard, and he jumps a little—his ass ripples against your hand.
"One," Hongjoong repeats with you.
"Two."
"Three."
"Now, the next time you need my attention, you will not interfere with my business. You will come directly to me. Agreed?"
"Yes, mistress," He whimpers, and you slam his ass really hard that he yelps.
You love seeing him like this. You are not usually one to inflict pain on your partner, but he deserves it.
You turn him over before you can straddle him. You notice how hard he is. Of course, he's a pain slut. It doesn't surprise you at all. You straddle him.
"I want to watch you while I fuck you. Would you like that?"
"Yes.." Hongjoong replies softly. You are amazed at this side of him. The softness and submissiveness are something you aren't used to. It has you wondering has he always had this side to him the whole time.
This is not the same Hongjoong with a different chick on his arm at every event—the one whose name is feared in the streets.
This Hoongjoong before you is willing to submit to you. You grab his arms and put them above his head. You stare deep into his eyes. For a split second, you admire how beautiful he looks.
"Are you enjoying this? Did you like being spanked?"
"I loved it. You are exceeding my expectations and then some, Mistress."
His response has you questioning yourself for a moment. Could you engage with him again?
"So, are you ready to get fucked? Because that's what you came for?"
"Mmm.. yess mistress," Hongjoong moans, and it's the most beautiful thing you've heard in a long time. It sends a feeling wave in your core that quickly trails down to your pussy.
You are a sucker for a man that moans for you. The sounds alone drive you crazy. Even though your word is your bond, if he keeps moaning like this, you might have to break your agreement once.
You roll off him and grab the lube off the dresser. You return back to him. "This is your first time receiving anal, right?" You ask him.
"Yes. I guess you get to pop my cherry, tonight. Huh?"
"I guess so.. let's start out slow, first. I'm going to finger you first. Is that okay?"
"Of course, mistress. I'm your bitch. You can do whatever you want to me."
You lube your fingers and slide one into his ass. His face tenses up a bit. "Relax, baby. I got you. It's going to feel good soon enough. But, you gotta relax."
Hongjoong wets his lips, and he nods. You had no plans to kiss this man, but you didn't want to traumatize the man. So, you lean forward and kiss him on the lips.
Hongjoong relaxes and deepens the kiss. Another moan slips from his lips while you proceed to finger him. You spend a few moments embracing him while you are getting him to relax.
Now, he's working his ass against your finger. "Stick another in, please," he whines.
"Please, what?" You pull away from kissing him.
"Please, Mistress. I need another finger in my ass," His voice is all whiny, and he's surprising the fuck out of you.
You test him by sticking your tongue inside his mouth and jamming another finger in his ass. You stretch him a little bit, but he's so much more relaxed.
He works his ass like a good little slut, and you enjoy exploring this side of Hongjoong.
"You are so needy. I like this side of you. I would have never expected you to be like this. How long have you wanted this?"
"Since we first met."
"Interesting.. so you ready to receive what you've been asking for?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Good."
You grab the lube and pour it onto your strap and add more lube to your fingers to make it a smooth experience.
You slide your strap inch by inch until you are entirely into him. You watch his body react to yours. You take it easy and work yourself into him slowly.
Hongjoong rises off the bed and wraps his legs around. He moves his lower half to match your movement.
"Ah, you're not a pillow princess. Have I awakened a slut?" You tease him.
Hongjoong covers his visibly flushed face. You grab his hands.
"Don't get shy on me now, princess." You uncover his hands to reveal his beautiful face once again. You know he's desperate and needy for you all wrapped in one.
"How does it feel?" You pound into him, but not fast. Your stroke is precise and diligent. You could easily make him come and end the night. But, you want to enjoy this.
"Really good, mistress. I've never felt like this before."
You lean forward and slip your tongue in his mouth again. This kiss is much more passionate than before. Your hands push down into the mattress and you drill into him.
You slip to the right side of his neck and suck on it. You bite his neck to entice him even more.
His hand slips between the two of you, and you feel him jerking his dick. You cover your hand with his and help him. After all, he is your bitch even if it's one night only.
"Come for me. Joongie," You coo.
Before you can say anything else, he releases in your hand and his. You lick it off your hand, savoring the taste.
You pull out of him and kiss him on his face. You grab his hand, and he automatically cleans off the last of his cum after his hand.
Summary: Hongjoong comes home exhausted after work so you offer to take care of him. Use of babyboy/mommy.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mild sub/dom dynamic, swearing (let me know if I missed any)
A/N: Inspired by this Wooyoung and Hongjoong VLive. Holy shit Hongjoong giggling when Wooyoung touches his faces took years off my life. This fic is so filthy and so soft at the same time I was really in my feelings guys.
You’re coming over later, right?
HJ: Pick a movie for me? I’ll probably be too tired to think…
Okay but don’t complain if I pick something you don’t like. You want snacks?
HJ: Sorry I have to go I think Wooyoung’s ready for me. Love youuuu
You sigh and throw your phone on the couch, wishing Hongjoong could be with you already. You’re worried for him, having agreed to be a guest on Wooyoung’s solo live stream even after a full day in the studio. He would probably fall asleep ten minutes into the movie, but as long as he was in your arms, you would be satisfied. Well, perhaps not fully satisfied. You’re struck with how much you miss him, though you saw each other only the night before. He was tired then, too. All you want to do is take him away from all the stress and the work and selfishly have him to yourself, even for a little while.
To satisfy your withdrawal, you retrieve your phone and tune into the live stream, catching the end of the conversation.
“What’s with the cute clothes today?”
“I wanted to have a flower theme,” Hongjoong says, pulling at his hoodie. It’s a light gray printed with little yellow flowers in the shape of a peace sign. Like he said, he’s chosen a beanie that matches the theme. The back material looks soft and warm, the burst of color from the print of a pansy drawing your eyes to the color of his hair, a faded orange that you love, but he has already planned a hair appointment to fix.
You notice that he’s wearing a mask at the same moment that Wooyoung comments on it. “Why do you have that on?”
“Ah, I’m not wearing any makeup today.” His eyes turn to half-moons, showing you that he is smiling underneath it.
“C’mon, you’re not wearing makeup?” Wooyoung rubs the pad of his thumb under Hongjoong’s eye as if to wipe away concealer. “You’re this handsome not wearing makeup?”
You gain a new respect for Wooyoung, having voiced exactly what you would have said if you were there. He rubs gently under both of Hongjoong’s eyes, making him squeeze them shut, holding Wooyoung’s arms as if to hold him back without any real intent to do so. When Hongjoong giggles, you feel your heart explode in your chest and that feeling of gratitude for Wooyoung turns to envy. How dare Wooyoung make Hongjoong laugh like that for thousands of people to see? And how dare Hongjoong for being so cute when you can’t do anything about it? Your chest is so full of love and jealousy that you throw your phone again, unable to take the torture. It’s going to be a long wait.
You spring up at the sound of your bell, your heart already racing. Hongjoong almost falls through the door into your arms and you grunt at the sudden weight.
He groans into your neck. “So tired.”
“I know, baby. Have you eaten?”
“Mhm.” Hongjoong summons the strength to stand by himself, giving you a peck on the lips in greeting. When you part, he looks you up and down with a lopsided smile. “You look cute today.”
“Me?” You do the same, taking in how soft he looks in that oversized hoodie and how warm he feels pressed against you. You kiss him again, more than a peck this time. “You’re adorable. Do you still want to watch a movie?”
“Yeah. If I fall asleep, wake me up, okay?”
You agree, but you would never.
With a mindless movie playing in the background and comfort food in bowls on the coffee table, you settle into the couch. Hongjoong cocks his head, wondering why you aren’t in your usual position (his lap), as you beckon him forward with your arms outstretched. “C’mere, baby.”
His brow furrows, lips pouting. “I could cry.”
You chuckle, dragging him to you by the sleeve. With your back against the armrest, Hongjoong lies with his back against your chest, your arms around his middle. It makes a moment of shifting around, but you eventually both find a comfortable position. Since it’s at the perfect height, you place a kiss on the top of his head. “You just get comfy, okay?”
“Love you.”
“Mhm. Love you too.”
You settle into watching the movie, but it becomes clear pretty early on that you’re not in the mood, more interested in appreciating Hongjoong’s soft laugh when something funny happens, how he shifts his position in your lap, how his scent fills your nose like perfume. Every so often, the urge to kiss him wins you over and you press your lips against his neck, making him chuckle or sigh gently each time. You want to do more, but since you know that Hongjoong is probably too tired, you rein in your affection like the understanding and stalwart partner that you are.
Hongjoong suddenly slides his hands over your arms, coming to lace his fingers between yours. His touch makes you shiver, but you don’t think he notices. Nor does he notice how you sigh as he adjusts his position again, the pleasure caused by the friction on your crotch making you realize that you’re a little more worked up than you thought.
You tighten your arms around him and lower your head to his shoulder. “Love you, Joongie,” you mumble before placing a kiss against the skin. “I really do.”
He exhales softly. “What’s gotten into you today?”
“You just look really cute.” You pepper kisses up his neck and onto his cheek, making him laugh again. “So cute. I just want you all to myself.”
He takes one of your hands and touches his lips to the back of it. “You already have me.”
“I saw some of your live stream. I was jealous of Wooyoung.”
“Wooyoung?”
“Mm. Making you laugh, telling you you’re handsome- who does he think he is?”
You’ve lost your focus somewhat, the taste of Hongjoong’s skin is too sweet, the soft noises he makes in response too addicting.
“Is it wrong that I don’t want others to see you like that?” You move to the other side of his neck and drag your lips up to just below his ear.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” Hongjoong says. “Besides, you’re the only one who gets to have me.”
“Everyone else just has to suffer knowing they can’t have you like this.” You put a finger on his chin and pull him to face you. Your tongues slide together easily. Something about the position you’re in with Hongjoong caged beneath your arms as you hold his head in place, makes you throb with want. You pull away from him and sigh at the sight of his reddening lips and his half-lidded eyes. You almost whine as you say his name. “Joongie…”
“Fuck the movie,” he says, moving to stand and presumably take you to your bedroom.
You tighten your arms. “Let me take care of you tonight.”
He turns his head to meet your eyes, one eyebrow raised.
“Can I?” You slide a hand under his hoodie, dragging your nails against his torso and feeling the shiver in his body. “I want to make you feel good, baby boy.”
He inhales sharply at the pet name. You’ve never used it before, nor have you taken more of a dominant role during sex, but tonight, it just feels right. “Baby boy?”
“Do you want me to call you that?”
Hongjoong is quiet for a moment, but then he sinks against your chest, the back of his head on your shoulder. “Yeah.”
You smile as you kiss him, heart exploding with excitement and affection. You’re so wet already, every sound Hongjoong makes, every movement of his body in response to yours only makes it worse. But your pleasure can wait. Tonight, you want it to be all about him.
“Tell me what you want me to do, baby boy.”
“Can you…” He stops himself.
“Tell me, baby.”
“Can you… touch my chest?”
You hum in affirmation, trying to ignore how your core throbs at his sheepish confession, and bring both hands under his hoodie. His skin is so hot as you smooth your palms over his torso, feeling the muscle he’s been working hard on lately. His chest too is more defined than you remember, or perhaps you just haven’t paid as close attention to it as this. Hongjoong lets out a shaky breath as your hands cup each peck.
“Like this?”
“Mm…”
You rub your thumbs over his nipples and his body trembles. As you continue, Hongjoong’s breathing becomes slow and measured as if trying to hold himself back. “Not like this?”
He throws his arm over his eyes. “This is so embarrassing…”
“Why are you embarrassed?” you ask, nipping gently at his neck.
“Ah! Be-because…”
“Baby boy…” Your fingers pinch and drag over his nipples in just the same way you like it. “Tell me.”
“I never give over control like this,” he huffs. “I’m not… like this…”
“If you want to stop…”
Again, Hongjoong takes a moment to answer. “No, I want it.” His voice is almost desperate, the pleading tone intensifying the desire already building within you. “Please, make me feel good.”
“You know I’d do anything for you, baby boy.” You kiss the promise into his skin and his lips until you're both breathless. “Anything. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”
He takes your hand and presses it against the hardness of his crotch. “Here. Make me cum.”
You palm him above his clothes just to enjoy the way he squirms and whines with impatience. You’ve touched him like this on your knees before, your back, straddling his waist, but with Hongjoong at your mercy now, slumped against you like you’re the only thing keeping him upright, it adds a whole new element to how it feels.
You unzip his pants, deciding you’ve teased him enough, and pull his cock out of his underwear.
“Already wet for me,” you say, swiping your thumb over the tip. “Such a pretty cock. Just as cute as the rest of you.”
“It’s not cute,” Hongjoong complains weakly, his argument lessened by how his hips jerk forward at your touch.
“Today, everything about you is cute.”
Hongjoong grumbles in response.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
It seems like he’s finally given himself over to you because he accepts your fingers past his lips without hesitation.
“Good boy.” Your own breathing is heavy and you moan at how his tongue swirls around your fingers. “Such a good boy for me.”
You remove them, a line of saliva connecting you. With a feather-light grip, you wrap your hand around his cock.
“Are you a good boy, Joongie?”
Hongjoong whimpers, closing his eyes as his head falls back again onto your shoulder. “I’m good. I’m a good boy for you.”
You move your wet hand down his shaft, drawing out a long groan from him.
“What else are you, baby?”
“Ah! Ahh…” He sucks air through his teeth at your painfully slow pace. “I’m- I’m-”
“You’re so cute. Say it for me.”
He makes a strangled noise as you increase your pace. “I’m cute! I’m so cute.”
“And?” you say, wondering how far he’ll go.
“And… And I have a cute cock. Everything about me is cute- please-” His hands grip your forearm. “Please make me cum. Please. Don’t I deserve it? I’ve been good for you.”
“Of course, baby boy. You deserve everything.” You wrap both hands around his shaft, now slick with precum and saliva and colored pink from the friction and heat. He releases another strangled groan that makes you ache with want. With the hoodie riding up on his chest, you can see how the muscles in his torso tense and relax every time his hips twitch. “Is this how you want it?”
“Your mouth- can I cum in your mouth?”
You slide out from under him and fall to your knees between his legs, wasting no time taking him as far down your throat as you can.
“Fu-fuck! God… Feels so good. So fucking good.”
You press your own legs together at the sight of him. His skin is flushed from the tips of his ears to his torso, even his chest is still slightly red from your touch while his mouth hangs open, lips puffy and wet. He sinks his hands into your hair but doesn’t pull, letting you set the pace. You can feel how close he is from how he throbs in your mouth. Digging the nails of one hand into his thigh, you take hold of the rest of his length that won’t fit inside, matching your strokes to the movement of your head.
“Gonna cum, baby. I’m so close.”
You hum around his length and raise your eyes to watch him.
His expression softens as he meets your gaze. “So pretty. Only you can make me feel this good.” His whole body shudders as he releases into your mouth, curling forward. “Fuck. I love you. I love you-”
His words are snatched from him by a sharp intake of breath as your mouth pops off his length. He watches in obvious awe as you swallow everything he gave you and swipe your thumb across your lips to clean up the mess.
You shuffle forward, smiling, and put your arms around his middle. “Did I make you feel good, baby boy?”
He nods, too out of breath to use words. You let him pull you onto his lap and sink into his desperate kiss.
“I want to make you cum too,” he says finally.
You shake your head. “You’re too tired, baby. You can barely keep your eyes open.”
“Didn’t you say tonight is all for me?”
You smile at him, placing your arms around his neck. “I did.”
“Then I want to make you cum.”
A thrill shoots through your body. Even though his words are decisive, his demeanor is desperate and earnest; you are still in control.
“How do you want to make me cum?”
“Sit on my face.” He holds your waist tightly. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
“God, Joongie, you’re going to kill me.” You push him back onto the couch and straddle his waist, unable to resist rocking your hips against his crotch. “I’m so lucky.”
Hongjoong hisses through his teeth, still sensitive from his own orgasm. “Baby, your clothes, could you take them off? I want to see you.”
You smile and hop off of him, making short work of your outfit. He watches all the while, taking your hand to help you straddle him again when you’re done.
“So beautiful…” His hands travel up from your hips to your chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You sigh as he plays with your nipples, trying to contain just how desperate you are for him to make you cum. “All mine.”
“All yours, baby boy,” you tell him, lowering to your elbows to kiss him softly. “Are you ready?”
“Mhm.”
You straighten your back and shuffle forward. Hongjoong’s eyes leave yours. Normally you wouldn’t feel self-conscious, but the way he stares at your pussy with his mouth half-open, chest heaving, has you blushing. “You’re so wet already. Did you hold yourself back for me?”
You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as his lips suck against your clit, your body arching forward until you have to brace yourself on the armrest. “Hongjoong… God-”
His skills are as sharp as ever, even with this new dynamic you’re trying, and he’s moaning along with you as if he’s feeling good just by doing this to you. The lewd noises made by his wet lips and tongue moving against your clit only turn you on further and it isn’t long before you’re trembling against him.
“Joongie. Joongie… God, I love you. You’re doing so good for me. Such a good boy.” The words pour out of you as the pleasure he’s giving you makes you unable to think before you speak. Hongjoong whines beneath you, the vibration tipping you over the edge. “Baby boy. Oh, Joongie, feels so good. So fucking good for me.”
Waves of pleasure shake your body and you can’t help but grind yourself against his mouth to ride out the last throws. Hongjoong’s tongue works tirelessly, dragging it across your cunt as if to gather up all of your wetness. But eventually, it becomes too much and you have to pull yourself away. Hongjoong groans in annoyance but you quickly silence him with a kiss. It feels filthy and intimate all at once, his mouth and chin sticky with your wetness that you lick away with your own tongue. Even though you’ve just had an orgasm, your head hasn’t cleared at all. You just want more and more of him and you’re not sure it could ever be enough.
“Mommy-” The word makes you both freeze. You look down at him where he’s looking at you with searching eyes. “Can I call you that?”
You wonder how you haven’t died yet. “Joongie…”
He must see the unambiguous yes in your expression because he soon says, “Mommy, I’m hard again. I want to fuck you. Please.”
You can’t form a response. You feel feral. With clumsy hands, you pull his hoodie over his head and his pants and underwear over his legs. Without preamble, you take hold of his cock, wet and hot in your hand, and guide it inside you.
The sound you make is filthy. You’re still so sensitive from your orgasm that the drag of Hongjoong’s cock inside you is heightened to dizzying levels.
“Ah!” Hongjoong’s head falls back as he bottoms out. “Does it feel good? You’re so tight, mommy.”
“You’re perfect.” You drag your hips against him slowly so that his cock brushes against something inside you that makes you mewl. “All mine.”
You fall forward, leaning on your elbows on either side of his head. As your chest brushes against his, you both shiver. “Fuck me, mommy, please.”
You raise your hips and sink back down in one quick motion. Hongjoong groans, his mouth falling open even further, eyes rolling back in his head.
“Feel good, baby?”
You repeat the movement, the sounds of your skin slapping together and the obscene wet sucking noises filling the room.
“So good. I can’t-”
“You gonna cum again for me so quickly? Such a good boy.”
You squeeze around his length, giving him no mercy as you bounce on top of him. Hongjoong has tears in his eyes, sweat making his skin shine.
“Come inside me, baby boy. You wanna give it to me?”
“Please. I wanna cum inside.”
“Cum for me, baby. I love you.”
Tears of pleasure roll over his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut. He meets your continuing thrusts as he empties inside you, making you bite your lip in an attempt to keep yourself under control. Normally, it would be him fucking into you until you can do nothing but moan and cry, until your bucking into his touch without realizing. It’s driving you crazy to see him under you like this, so under your control, so trusting. So ruined by you.
His cock twitches inside you and you can feel his cum starting to leak onto your thighs. One arm is thrown over his eyes while he tries to regain his breath.
“You okay, baby?”
He peeks at you from under his arm. “So okay.”
“Good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He makes a half-hearted attempt to keep you close, but he’s weak as a kitten. You head to the bathroom to quickly take care of yourself and return dressed in PJs with a damp towel. Hongjoong hums in contentment as you dab away the mess you’ve made of his body, helping to dress him back in his hoodie and sweatpants. When you finish by combing your fingers through his hair, he’s almost purring.
Hongjoong pulls you against his chest and you relish the warm feeling of him pressed against you.
“Did you like it?” you ask him.
“It was perfect. You’re so good to me.”
“Really?”
“Really.” It’s you humming in contentment now as he plays with your hair. “But don’t think just because I liked it that I’m going to be all submissive and cute all the time.”
