˖⁺‧₊˚❀˚₊‧⁺˖ 02', she/her, nctzen. this is a blog to share my writing journey. this blog is R18+ and any minors will be blocked. none of my work is to be taken, if you see my writing on any other platform it's not mine. check out some work below and have fun exploring xox
𓆑 𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼
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Crossdressing: Wearing clothing typical of the opposite sex.
INTRO: Halloween is your boyfriend, Ten's, favourite holiday of the year and everyone knows it. Yet, you somehow manage to convince him to let you both stay home this time. Maybe you'll give him a new reason to enjoy it so much...
GENRES: Smut
WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, oral (F receiving), chocking/breath play, nipple play (receiving), cross dressing, ten has a slight mommy!kink, switch!femreader, switch!ten, overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, PLEASE!
WORD COUNT: 3.6k
AUTHORS NOTE: this is a reuse of the only kinktober writing i did last year but i think it's really cool and gives me a day off (=_="). anyways underneath i've also linked to yesterday's post (day 13) because the tags are playing up (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ). tumblr has been a bit bad like that for me at the moment, so if you really want to see my writing you can follow me or go to my account (or kinktober m.list) to see writing that you've missed! Anyways, enjoy xox
Harvest in the Air - K.DY & L.TY (day 13)
It’s that time of year. The time where everyone (mostly children) dresses up in cute, sometimes scary outfits and come knocking door to door in hopes of acquiring enough candy to keep them satisfied until next October.
You and Ten made it a tradition to go trick or treating ever since your first holiday that you spent together and years later, although still a young couple, you’re starting to wonder whether the parents in your area are becoming concerned with your habit. You’ve been telling Ten for the last two years that maybe you should stop and just start staying in and watching a couple of horror movies, eating sweets that you actually bought instead of continuing to steal other adults’. But he was always so against it, complaining it was the only way he could stay young.
However, this year you had managed to convince him that you two could do exactly that. Stay in and enjoy each other's company. He was reluctant and grovelled for weeks before the date, but here you stand in your bedroom placing a small parcel with a bright orange bow, neatly on the bed. You thought it might be a nice idea to give him a gift as he had given up the holiday he so much loved.
When Ten gets home you’re sitting in the living room watching one of the mild children’s horror movies that are usually on until about 9pm, before the real ones are rolled out. He looks deflated and you immediately feel guilty as he shoots you a smile before walking into your shared bedroom, probably readying for a shower.
As he leaves your sight you wait one, two, maybe 30 seconds before you hear an excited sound and Ten comes rushing out to you with the parcel in his hands. A large grin replaces the small smile on his face only there a minute prior and your lips turn up as a result.
“Is this what I think it is?” He asks lightly skipping from one foot to the other. You only shrug your shoulders with a look of faint innocence on your face. “It depends what you think it is.”
Your vague statement does nothing to deter him before he eagerly asks, “Is it a costume?” You laugh at his hopeful expression and nod your head. “So we’re going trick or treating!” He exclaims in happiness and you internally coo at your boyfriend and his cute antics.
You once again let a sort of laugh escape from between your lips and shake your head, no. “You might not want to go out in public in that costume, baby.” His expression falls and he looks down at the object in his hands in confusion before looking up at you with eyes narrowed and a smirk on his face.
“Is this a sexy costume?” He asks with a knowing tint in his voice as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help the snort you let out at his antics before nodding your head. “Open it.” You say quietly, ultimately hoping he would end up liking it. Ten was a very adventurous lover, always down to try new things as long as you both had a good time. And this was very new for you both.
He sits down beside you and nudges you playfully with his shoulder before pulling the ribbon of the bow. When it falls he is left to unwrap the parcel and he does so quite carefully, making sure to not damage anything inside of it.
His expression is immediately one of confusion again as he pulls out the outfit. A short, skimpy looking dress is the first and largest item that he examines and you see as the gears turn in his head. He looks at you with darker eyes, “Is this a dress?”
You smile, your pearly teeth a show of your excitement as you nod humming a short ‘yes’. The dress is black and sexy, one you think you’ll very much enjoy peeling off him. It flows out at the hips which you thought would be ideal for easy access and it’s adorned with white and orange details. He nods, a blank expression on his face as he pulls out the next two items. A pair of black pumps and a cute little headband with the words ‘Mommy’s Good Boy’ written across the band. You wait with a nervous feeling skipping through your chest as you try to take in his reaction. You see his throat bobble slightly as he nods again, seemingly in thought.
The last items he pulls from your little present are the thin, black and white fishnet stockings that you had folded up neatly and placed with care at the bottom, as well as a little black choker with a bell on it. With him still not having said a word you become used to the feeling of rejection jolting through your veins. You would be ok if he said he didn’t want to try them, you wouldn’t care but you desperately wanted him to like what you had picked for him.
He places the stockings in his lap with the other items before turning towards you. You couldn’t see fully before while he was almost pointed away from you, but you see it now. His expression is low and sultry and his eyes seem to hold a dim lust that attracts you towards him. “Am I dressing up as Mommy’s good boy tonight?” He asks, his voice laced with pure seduction and your mouth parts slightly as you nod.
He only smiles before leaning forward and pecking you on the lips teasingly as he stands, presumably heading to the bedroom to put on your present. When he leaves you sigh out a breath of relief at the fact he obviously found your idea sexy and wanted to at least give it a go. Over the next fifteen or so minutes, you’re left to simmer in your own pool of lust as you become increasingly agitated and impatient.
When Ten finally emerges into the living room, he is initially shadowed by the dim light of the hallway before he steps closer and you can see him in all of his beautiful glory. The short, black dress sits exactly where you thought it would, about mid thigh and it makes you almost drool looking at the way it hugs his lean upper body before flowing out at the hips.
The cute little headband sits amongst his longer dark hair with most of it pushed back under it, save for a few strands that lay delicately over his forehead. The choker catches your eye as it hangs delicately around his neck, the little bell jingling softly everytime he moves.
He watches with dark eyes as you examine him and when your eyes track lower, he sees the way you visibly suck in a breath. The heels that you bought lift his entire body up an inch or two (meaning he’s now even more taller than you) and accentuate his legs and hips in a way that makes you lick your lips.
But what catches your attention the most are the way his toned legs look wrapped in the fine material of the stockings. The tiny holes in the fishnets let you slightly see his pale skin through the fabric and the way they tie the whole outfit together makes him look so delicious, you start to feel hungry for him.
Once he feels he’s been standing there long enough for you to take in his appearance, he moves slowly towards you. The faint clicking of his heels on the hardwood floor has you almost feeling a sense of deja vu, but one where you are in his position.
He stops only a half metre from you and you watch as he delicately leans over and places his hands either side of your head where it lays against the back of the couch. His breath mingles with your own as he brings his head close to yours. Your chest shows your laboured breathing but you’re sure Ten would be able to tell just from the way you’re parted lips pant, only a mere inch from his. “What would mommy’s good boy like him to do?” He asks, eyes half lidded as he waits for you to give him an instruction. You slowly bring your hand up to his face and gently brush a stray strand from his forehead before lacing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Kiss me.” Is all you manage out before you tug him forward, half his weight landing in your lap as your lips meet. He kisses you with lust, as though he’d been just as frustrated it took him so long to get ready, but you both knew it was worth it. A finger from your other hand loops through the material of his choker, before you pull it slightly back. Effectively cutting off a decent amount of his air supply. He moans into your mouth and you immediately swallow it, the noise sending a flush through your body.
He pulls back slightly and his eyes meet yours. “And what did mommy want me to do to show he’s a good boy?” Your chest heaves not only from your lack of breath but at his dedication to the role and you sink further back into the couch as you push him back.
“It depends, do you want to show me how good you can be or do you want mommy to reward you for being an obedient boy so far?” Your question isn’t taken in by your boyfriend as he seems to have already made up his mind on what he wants to do before you can even answer.
He drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart and situating himself in that spot. He leans into your core before laying his head on your thigh. “Wanna show you.” He almost purrs and you hum in content at his answer, either way you didn’t mind. He lifts his hands to your waist in an attempt to tug at your jeans, before looking up at you through his lashes with wide eyes. Getting the hint you lift your hips as he continues to pull and is finally able to drag them down your legs, discarding them somewhere behind him.
He once again leans into you, seemingly inhaling your scent through your already wet panties and a faint blush rises to your cheeks in embarrassment at the obvious patch that leaks through. Ten takes no mind, only managing a soft groan as he tentatively pokes at the material with his tongue.
A shaky sigh escapes your lips at the action as he continues the motion and you start to become irritated at the delay. “Good boys don’t tease.” You warn with a sharpness in your tone and he immediately nods in agreement, repeating your warning under his breath, “Good boys don’t tease.”
Following this, he uses a single digit to gently pull them from your form gently moving them down your legs so that they pool at your ankles, not fussed at having to remove them entirely. Straight away he shoots forward, licking a long stripe up the expanse of your pussy until he reaches your clit.
You suppress a moan but can’t help the gasp that emits you as he begins to toy your clit in his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair where you grasp onto his soft roots as he lifts his eyes to yours. You could take a picture of this moment if it wasn’t so lewd. The way his eyes peer up at you as he’s dressed in the most breathtaking sexy attire you could only hope to pull off. His heels poke out from under him and you catch a glimpse of the stockings adorning his legs and can’t help the way your own eyes half roll back.
Your fingernails gently graze his scalp as you do so, making him groan into your pussy. He lifts a hand to press gentle circles into your clit as his tongue drops to your hole to lap at the juices that seemingly pour out of you at this point. You can’t help the way you wrap your legs around his head but he doesn’t push you away, apparently liking the fact you’re suffocating him between your thighs.
When he probes a finger at your entrance your head falls forward to watch as he slowly pushes it into your dripping hole. He then latches his mouth around your clit once again as he starts pumping the finger into you, the wet noises that would normally make you cringe only turn you on more. You try to pull him even closer by his hair as he sucks on your clit like it's the tastiest lollipop he’s ever tried and you almost cry out at the sensitivity it causes.
A series of curses leave your mouth as you feel the pleasure of the pain tip you into a state of euphoria, your pussy convulsing around his finger as he continues to kitten lick your clit. “Fuck baby, no more.” You manage out between pants, tugging his head back by his hair. He only groans into you making you stutter forward, your hips bucking up in sensitivity.
His head knocks up at the motion and when he tries to bury himself between your legs again, you pull him up into your lap and press your face into the expanse of his neck. “No means no, Ten.” You mumble against his skin to which only earns you a whine. You leave a trail of marks along his pale throat as your wandering hands make their way down from his shoulders to his hips.
Within a second you use the grip to flip the both of you over so that you are now straddling him whilst he lies back across the couch, a grunt escaping him while you do. You sit up and pull your shirt over your head, the only clothing left on your body is your bra which you have no intention of removing. However your boyfriend immediately whines when he realises you won’t, reaching up to attempt at removing it himself whilst you tut a sharp ‘no’.
His face scrunches up at your response, “But I’ve been good!” His proclamation makes you half roll your eyes before you reach behind your back and unclip your bra, tossing it away. “Happy now my whiny baby?” You mock to which he immediately hums, reaching up and tugging you down.
When you're only slightly hovering over him, he lifts his head up to take a nipple into his mouth, softly pinching the other. You half close your eyes at the pleasant feeling before they shoot open. A not so gentle nip is issued to the nipple in his mouth and you immediately scold him. “No biting, Ten.” He only looks up at you innocently before switching to the other nippile, maintaining eye contact.
Once again your breath sharpens before you tug yourself from his grip, much to his dismay. You take yourself down his body so that you can run your fingers up his stockings, letting the fabric occasionally catch and pull before snapping back against his skin. The immediate hiss that escapes him turns into a low, drawn out moan as he watches you in wonder.
You run your hands slowly up his thighs, your fingertips dancing under the hem of his dress. His breath quickens, you can feel it not only in the way he moves, but the way his skin trembles under your touch. When you reach his upper thighs where the stockings end, you realise your boyfriend wears nothing else under the fabric of the dress.
You internally groan and flip the dress up so that the hem lies on his lower stomach. His cock immediately jumps up to greet you. Your gleeful expression is hard to mask as you realise just how much he’s enjoying this. Almost more than you it seems. Your cold fingertips brush lightly around his most sensitive part and he shifts under you impatiently, a groan emitting from him.
Your eyes make contact with his, “Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve to be touched, baby?” You question, your almost condescending tone sending a shiver up his spine before he nods. You raise a questioning brow at his wordless answer. “Yes mommy.”
You nod in approval, moving to lean over his tip before letting a drop of saliva drip from between your lips, landing directly on him. His hands on his stomach clench and when you move your hand to grip him, he sighs in content. His hard cock beneath your hand pulses as you slowly start to pump him, the spit working as a lube to ease to movement.
You watch as he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and you smirk before moving your hand in fast strokes right under the head of his cock before you bring your other hand up to lightly flick his tip. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure of your movements has his back arching up and his eyes closing fully as he throws his head back against the cushions. Fully showing the expanse of his pale throat contrasted to the black choker sitting prettily against his skin.
“I’m gonna cum.” He warns in a husky voice and you nod in understanding, a sigh leaving his lips thinking you’re going to let him release like this. You give another couple strokes before pulling your hands from him. His head shoots up in disbelief. “Seriously?” He questions a bratty, ungrateful pitch underlying his tone. “You’ll take what you get baby, cause that’s what good boys do.” You point out to which he shoots you a look.
“What if I don’t wanna be your good boy anymore?” He smirks, his voice holding a sense of victory. You only shrug trying to seem unfazed by his rebuttal. “Then I'll just go to bed.” You state staley, making his jaw drop slightly and his eyes narrow. His expression tells you that you wouldn’t dare leave him like this. Or so he thought.
He almost begs you to stay when you lift off of him, giving him a faked sad wave as you make your way to your bedroom. You hear him move before you feel or see him. He quickly clatters to his feet, obvious with the noise he makes in the heels as he stands in a rush and staggers over to you. He grasps your wrist pulling you around and you have to hold back the look of awe you want to show. He’s an extra couple inches taller than you, like you thought he’d be. But your good little boy (when he wants to be) has a primal look shadowing beneath the surface of his iris’. He pulls you close to him, pressing your bodies together so that you can feel the lacy material of the dress tickling at your bare skin. He pulls you forcefully in for a kiss, hot and messy. Your boyfriend is obviously not a fan of being left unattended to. Whilst you're distracted he pushes you backwards, his hands trailing down the expanse of your back.
When you hit a solid surface you gasp, pulling back from him causing him to press hard kisses into your jaw and down the side of your neck. He’d pushed you back against the kitchen bench, and you nearly squeal in surprise when he lifts you easily onto the counter. Because of his added height you sit hip to hip with him and he runs his hands over your bare thighs before pulling them around his waist. You groan as he flips his skirt up, before reaching between you two and pinching your clit, eliciting a yelp from you. He lowers his mouth to the side of your head and you feel his breath tingle at the shell of your ear.
“Good mommy’s don’t leave their little boys unsatisfied.” Is the only thing he says before he lines himself up with your entrance. It’s the only preparation you receive before he ruts up into you, slipping in easily. You cry out, looping your arms around his neck and burying your face under his throat. As your mouth parts you feel the fabric of the choker against your lips, so you bite against his throat nibbling the material into your mouth. He groans, his thrusts becoming faster paced and you swore you could feel him throb inside you. You lean back slightly in his grip, your teeth still clenching around his choker tightly.
You feel his fingers leave prints on your hips as your pull on his neck piece once again has him actually being choked. The noises that escape him make your pussy clench around his cock and you feel another rush of arousal shoot through your body, pulling a deliciously loud moan from between his lips. He starts to shallowly rock against you, the friction on your clit leaving you mewling against him. You feel the moment he cums into you. With the teasing and the way you’re harshly cutting off his breath supply, paired with the way you fit him so well. Always so perfectly accommodating.
With the feeling of him stuttering up into you, you quickly find yourself following after him, a loud noise similar to a whimper being dragged from your chest. You sit there together and attached to each other. Your head tucked in his neck and his resting gently on the top of yours. You lean up to his ear slowly, trying to not move your hips too much knowing you’re both far too sensitive for that. Your breath gently tickles his ear lobe and another tingle races down his spine at the feeling.
“Trick or treat?” You hum against his skin, a small smile gracing your lips.
Sex pollen/Sex drink?: a common fanfiction trope used to bring two characters together in a sexual encounter. It involves one or several characters becoming infected with a pollen of some alien or magical plant.
INTRO: It's grape harvest season and so it's when your wine making club is in full force. On one fall day you're visiting a well renowned winery with your friends, Doyoung and Taeyong, to wine taste. Well, as it turns out, the owner of said winery has some shady business going on.
GENRES: Smut
PAIRING: reader (afab) x friend!taeyong x friend!doyoung (MFM & some MM)
WARNINGS: swearing/profanity, face sitting/riding, oral (M & F), raw sex (wrap it like a present, pls), sex pollen, and with that there comes a bit of dub-con & non-con, two dicks at once (it's late don't judge me), handjob, masturbation (kinda?) - overall explicit content - PLEASE, IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR BLOG. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.
WORD COUNT: 4.5k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: we've skipped a few days unfortunately (•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ;). i'm sorry!! i had a test that popped up (i say that like i didn't know it was coming) but it's coming into finals season, sadly (╥﹏╥). uni is unforgiving but my will to finish kinktober is too! all the days i've missed are gonna be called 'oopsie daisies' in the masterlist and will be completed when ones ahead are completed. there that's all, enjoy <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>
*unedited
Taeyong and Doyoung are your ‘boujie’ friends, as you like to say. You met them when you signed up to a winemaking club as, for a while, it’s been the industry you’ve wanted to work in. You grew up around gorgeous landscapes that the local vineyards blessed you with and having worked in them most summers since you were 15, you absolutely fell in love with the art.
As you’ve worked in the industry for as long as you care to remember, obviously you’re not a complete idiot. You pretty much know what you’re doing, but you’ve been told by many winemakers that you learn the best from the best. In the winemaking club you get to talk to some of the greatest winemakers in the game as well as take trips to different vineyards in order to taste wine and observe contrasting practices.
That’s what you and about 15 other members of the club are up to this weekend. The mid-morning sun is warm and bright as you look out across the vineyard of the small winery this particular business has. You swirl a small amount of red wine in your glass before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. You hold it in your mouth, twirling it around your tongue as you think about the flavours present in this particular wine.
“Raspberry, blackberry, black cherry, raisin,” you list, taking another sip, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to place the last ingredient you’re tasting. “Prune.” you conclude, eyes drifting to where Doyoung is sat on a bench, ingredient list in hand.
His eyebrows rise, surprise evident in his features, “very good, I didn’t think you’d get that last one. I didn’t.” His voice holds admiration as he sips the last drop of his sample, still trying to find where you tasted that prune.
Taeyong claps from behind you and you spin around to face them as he tells you how good you are at this stuff for the millionth time. “How do you do it?” he sighs, a discouraged tone threading through his normally bubbly voice. You place a hand on his shoulder, a supportive smile gracing your lips, “It’s all in the taste buds.” you grin and he can’t help the small smile that he cracks, “And it’s also really important that you swirl it in your mouth so you can taste it from every angle. Tongue action has to be pro.” you say, trying to give him tips that you use.
“Don’t worry, y/n, my tongue action is great.” he smirks and a blush quickly rises to your cheeks. “You know that’s not what I meant.” you explain, not being able to control how flustered you get.
Doyoung comes up behind you, slapping Taeyong on the shoulder a short ‘ow’ leaving him. “He’s just being an idiot, ignore him. I do.” He defends and the corners of your mouth turn up in a sheepish smile.
Taeyong and Doyoung are attractive. You couldn’t lie even if you wanted to, but you’d never go there with them. Besides, sometimes you think they’re actually together and crushing on a couple is not on your list of to do’s this year.
You see the owner of the winery making his way over to you, giving Doyoung a little shove on the shoulder, he turns just as Ian stops in front of your trio. You all greet him with a handshake and small, polite ‘hello’s’. You can see by the look on the boys’ faces that they’re wondering the same thing as you. Why the hell is he talking to us? Ian’s winery is big game, this is kind of life changing.
“Your club manager tells me that you three are the most promising prospects.” He states and you nod your head. It’s no new news that you three are probably the most likely to actually do well. You’re actually interested and willing to learn, unlike the other members but you can’t blame them, really. They’re all either elderly or close to it, hence why you became friends with Taeyong and Doyoung.
“Well, I want to give you three the opportunity to try a new sample and give feedback.” He explains and you can feel your palms sweating. He wants you to give feedback? Holy fuck this is the opportunity of a lifetime.
“Yes, of course! We’d be honoured to.” You agree enthusiastically while the boys are too stunned to speak. Ian nods, “Come on this way then.” he waves, gesturing for you to follow him.
As you walk through the winery, you can’t help but be amazed as your eyes widen. Ian takes you three to the wine cellar, a basement-like room full to the brim with hundreds of bottles of ageing wine. “Welcome to where the magic happens.” Ian claps, directing you to a small table in the middle of the room.
You all walk up to the table, intrigue flooding your mind. On the table is a very expensive looking bottle of wine with no label. Ian grips the bottle by its neck, showing it to you guys. “This, young winemakers, is our newest creation.” He exclaims, happiness ringing in his tone. “And you three will be my test subjects, figuratively.” His grin is contagious as you look across to Doyoung and Taeyong who mirror the smile on your own face.
“It’s made with a recently discovered herb that we’ve named ‘Libidine.” Your mouth parts as you take in the information. “Found by our research team deep in the Amazon Jungle. Near the Kaieteur Falls if you’ve heard of them.” he continues, his voice doing well to make the three of you as excited as he is.
He places the bottle down, walking over to a glass case near the back of the room. You all follow him as he stops in front of it. Inside, a beautiful snippet of a plant lies. It could foul you for being rosemary had it not had large white flowers sprouting from its mother steam. “This is her,” he turns to your small group, “and she tastes divine.” he gloats, a wondrous look passing through his irises.
He steps closer to you, “She will make you feel an ecstasy you’ve never known.” he whispers, and it makes you scrunch your nose in wonder. “Oh, well we’re very grateful that you want us to try it.” you say, having trouble trying to find the right words. He certainly doesn’t make it easy to talk to him with the way he makes everything sound like it has a double meaning.
“Yes, now I have to go entertain the rest of your club but do come back out when you’ve finished. I’d love to hear what you all think.” He finishes in a concluding tone and with that he’s departing from you.
You watch him for a second as he leaves, a puzzled sort of silence hanging in the air before you turn on the balls of your feet. “Right then.” you announce as you walk back over to the table, the bottle of wine standing alongside three small wine glasses with pretty, unusual gold patterning.
“So are we just going in?” You hear from behind you, Taeyong seeming unsure and a bit unnerved just like you. Sucking in a breath through your teeth, you start bringing the glasses closer to you, “Well, I see nothing better to do.”
“Might as well get on with it, as creepy as he seems, this is an opportunity not everyone gets.” Doyoung agrees, rounding to the other side of the table and taking the wine into his hands. You let out a sigh of relief as you note that you’re not the only one picking up on the uneasy feeling you get from him. Your head nods along as you hear Taeyong mutter an, ‘okay, sure.’ under his breath. Doyoung pops the cork from the unsealed bottle, the sound ringing through the room.
Instantly, an aroma envelops your nostrils, sweet and fruity. “Wow.” Taeyong breathes, “That smells fucking good.” You hum in agreement, your eyes closing as a tingling pleasure makes your mind blank every time you inhale it.
Your eyes open and land on Doyoung as he looks at the bottle, a look you can’t quite put your finger on lingering in his features. His eyes are wide as his lips tremble. “Doyoung, you okay?” you ask, your worry increasing as you observe him. To be honest both you and Taeyong are a good couple metres away from where Doyoung stands, holding the bottle. The scent is strong from here, you couldn’t actually imagine what it’d be like up close.
You and Taeyong watch in surprise as he suddenly brings it to his lips, taking a swig. You don’t swig wine. “Dude, what the fuck. We don’t want your backwash in it.” Taeyong grimaces and you fight the urge to say that it’s tainted now. Not pure.
“I’m sorry,” he replies after swallowing a mouth full and as he turns to look at you two, you can’t help but notice a thin sheet of sweat blanketing his face. He looks flushed and full of colour as Taeyong marches over to him, snatching the bottle from his hands.
“I can’t help it. It’s like it’s calling me to drink it.” He manages out as he starts to gasp, placing his palms on his knees, like he’s winded. Taeyong walks back over to you with the bottle and the scent gets stronger. So strong in fact, it feels like the air is thicker. Harder to breathe and like you’ve run a marathon.
Taeyong’s eyes flee from you to Doyoung before he shoots you a shrug, taking a swig as well. “Taeyong!” You scold, as he hands you the bottle and moves to Doyoung, who is now panting. “What’s happening to you Doyoung?” You ask, genuinely concerned as Taeyong puts a palm to his forehead. The moan Doyoung lets out shocks you both as Taeyong jolts back. “He’s burning up.”
“Fuck, what if he’s having an allergic reaction?” you panic, anxiety flooding into your chest. “He’s not allergic to anything.” Taeyong answers, crouching to his knees as Doyoung moves to sit on the floor.
“It’s a newly discovered herb, Taeyong, we’re not gonna know if he’s allergic or not.” your voice rises in pitch as you turn your back to them, unable to mentally cope with the sight of your friend potentially going into anaphylactic shock.
Taking a few deep breaths and calming yourself down helps. You can’t think straight if you’re panicking. You go to reach into your pocket for your phone, only to realise you must’ve left it in your handbag in the car.
You turn around, shock initially flooding you before you groan in annoyance. Both of them are on the floor, lips connected in a heated kiss. You knew they were together. “Oh, come on guys. Right now?” you shout as you throw your hands in the air and shake your head. They don’t stop, in fact, you don’t even think they’re breathing. Their hands grip at each other and you see saliva drip from Doyoung’s chin. What the actual fuck. If you didn’t know better you’d think they were gonna fuck right here on this floor.
They abruptly stop their heavy makeout to look towards you. “I need more of it.” Taeyong gasps, pointing to the bottle of wine still in your hand. You look towards the bottle and then back at them. “No!” you shriek as they both stand to walk your way. “No fucking way. This shit is strong. Look at the both of you.” You try to explain as you back up.
Every step that you take backwards, they mirror towards you. “y/n, I don’t think you understand,” Doyoung starts, a hungry look in his eyes that honestly scares you a little. “We’re not drunk.” adds Taeyong, an equally starved stare targeted at you. “It’s like heat in my stomach and I’m not sure how to get rid of it.” Doyoung’s voice is strained and breaks as they reach only but four or five metres from you, when your back hits the wall.
“And we’re horny.” the statement that rolls from Taeyong’s mouth shocks you. “Okay, okay.” you reason reaching the bottle in front of you. “Here it is. Take it.” Doyoung gets close enough to take it from you but instead grips your outstretched wrist. Your brows furrow in worry as you try to no avail at tugging your arm from his grasp.
Taeyong snickers behind him, the sound unusual from his mouth, “I think she should experience it for herself, Doyoungie.” They both grin as Doyoung nods in agreement, taking the bottle from you before attempting to bring it to your lips. Your skin feels hot under where he holds you, a hot flash of arousal coursing your veins. “No, Doyoung.” your protests fall on empty ears as he successfully manages to place it between your lips while you speak.
You have no choice but to swallow the wine or choke. He pours a generous amount down your throat before you actually do start to cough, some of it catching in your windpipe. Doyoung steps back, passing the bottle to Taeyong who takes another couple gulps.
You feel, fuzzy. Your mind seemingly clouding over and your skin feeling hot. Too hot as you begin to pant. Gripping at your blazer, you rip it from your body. “God, it’s so fucking hot.” you gasp as Doyoung falls to his knees on the floor. Unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, and you don’t recognise yourself as your mouth salivates.
A bead of sweat falls from your forehead and you can't help that the only thing on your mind is sex. You crawl to him, his dark eyes searching yours. Your hot palms on the cool ground soothes you, but it’s not enough. You grab his cock in your hands, a relieved moan escaping his moan, “Fuck, I’m so hard it actually hurts.”
The way his whimper makes your panties wet doesn’t go unnoticed by Taeyong as you start to slowly pump Doyoung’s dick. His eyes catch yours as he leans back on his arms and you get the sudden need to please him. In only a moment his cock is in your warm mouth and Doyoung can’t help the noises that escape him. He’s never felt so goddamn horny in his life.
Behind you, you hear Taeyong get on his knees behind you before pushing your dress above your hips and your panties down. “How are you this wet?” He says, wonderstruck. Your panties are literally sodden. You pull your mouth from Doyoung, a protesting whine directed towards you as you pant, “Can’t help it. Don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“Fucking neither, but all I know is my dick is gonna fall off if you don’t make me cum.” Doyoungs raised voice has your mouth back around him in seconds. Lips sealed tightly as you take him into your throat. You feel your perked nipples rub against the material of your dress and when Taeyoung slides under you, placing his tongue directly on your clit, you can’t help the moan that vibrates through your chest.
Doyoung swears, hips bucking into your mouth, almost making you gag around him. Taeyong’s head is between your parted knees in a position akin to if you were riding his face while your arms hold your upper body up. Your eyes roll as his lips wrap around your already sensitive clit. His tongue attacking it as he tries to suck you into his mouth.
You pull off Doyoung, head falling down as you try to keep your body held up. It justs feels so fucking good, better than any head you’ve ever gotten. You don’t know whether to credit it to Taeyong or whatever the fuck is happening to the three of you.
Doyoung, desperate for his own release, grabs one of your hands in his, the action causing your front to collapse on the ground. He wraps your hand around his cock, spitting on your fingers, though you don’t know why. He’s leaking more than you’ve seen anyone in your life. Holding your fist around him, he uses your hand to pump his cock.
You glance under yourself to see Taeyong with his eyes closed, head buried in your pussy. Your juices running down his cheeks like tears. One of his hands is wrapped around your waist, holding you in place, while the other is wildy pumping his own cock. He groans into your pussy as you grind down onto him. “Fucking shit, Tae.” You gasp, mouth forming an ‘o’ as his eyes shoot open to look up at you.
You see his iris’ clouded and full of lust before he closes them again. Looking back at Doyoung you watch as his head is angled towards the roof, spine arching slightly towards you. Broken moans and curses escape his lips as the hand wrapped around yours on his cock, becomes erratic and irregular. Taking back control, his hand falls as you continue.
Wanting to help him cum faster, you lean forward to wrap your lips around his tip. His hips lift up, stuttering as you feel his hot cum pour into your mouth. It tastes sweet on your tongue which is strange, but you don’t complain.
As Doyoung starts to come down from his high, you release him from your mouth and remove your palm from his cock. Taeyong enters two fingers into you, the feeling of one of his rings making your eyebrows furrow as you let out a whimper. His teeth nip at your clit and it makes you clench around his fingers.
He moans as you feel his attention on your needy pussy start to freeze up, obviously nearing his orgasm. Groaning in frustration, you start to grind on him. His fingers slip from you as he lays his tongue out flat for you to use. Placing your elbows on the ground, you lean forward and dip your head down to watch him.
Taeyong’s eyes are screwed shut as you see both hands on his cock, desperately trying to cum. It sends shivers up your spine as you too, close your eyes and focus on your own orgasm. Maybe if you can cum this will all stop.
You feel your clit drag over the tip of his nose, making a pornographic moan escape your chest. You however have no time to be embarrassed by the sound as Doyoung leans over to you, mouth connecting with yours as you grind relentlessly on Taeyongs face.
Your moans make the kiss sloppy and uncoordinated, but neither of you care. Your breaths come out as short pants into Doyoungs mouth as he muffles your sounds of pleasure. Your movements start to become urgent as you feel Taeyong completely seize up beneath you.
“Please, please.” you beg, the plea to no one in particular, but Taeyong obviously hears you. Both hands grip your hips, pulling you fully down so that your drenched pussy is suffocating his face. Doyoung holds your head as your orgasm washes over you. The feeling of sweet relief filling you.
It’s short lived however, a daunting emotion sitting on your chest as you realise that you’re still insatiably horny. You cry out in sensitivity as Taeyong keeps attacking your throbbing clit, the pain impossibly being a pleasure at the same time.
You use your arms to push yourself up so that you’re no longer leaning on your hands but you’re now sitting more firmly on Taeyong’s face. And you don’t want to move. Tears brim in your eyes as you see that Doyoung’s cock hasn’t softened, assuming the same of Taeyong.
You try to clear your mind so that you can think. Although, it’s hard as Taeyong doesn’t seem to want to stop sucking your pussy lips into his mouth, almost not wanting to quit it as much as you don’t want him to.
You gasp, “The wine. Doyoung the wine!”, an urgency in your tone that makes him snap out of his own haze. “What?” he’s disoriented and you can relate. Nothing feels real at the moment, almost like a dream. “The fucking wine. Pour it!” Your voice echoes in the hollow feeling room.
Doyoung clammers to his feet, stumbling over to where Taeyong had left the bottle on the table. You watch as Doyoung takes the bottle by its neck before going to the corner of the room where a drain is. Your eyes widen in shock as he goes to take another gulp, your arms shooting out as if you could physically stop him.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” you warn as he stares back at you. Your heart almost stops before you watch in relief as he pours it down the drain. “Get rid of the bottle.” you shout across the room. You barely have time to make sure he tosses it into an empty wine barrel and seals it shut. You hear a deep grumble emit from Taeyong as he quickly shifts so that he’s no longer under you.
“Can I fuck you.” He asks and the way he does is so desperate and pretty that you can’t help when you nod in response. He mutters a ‘thank you’ before he turns you so that you're faced away from him, giving a push to the curve of your spine that makes you land on your palms. Great, on your hands and knees, again.
You can hardly complain though, the heat in your core still burning with need. He grips your hips again, lining himself up with you before pushing in. The relief you get from any sexual contact is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before you think as a sigh leaves you. Sweat drips from your forehead as your eyes find the ground.
Behind you, Taeyong wastes no time in hurriedly thrusting into your pussy. The noises emanating from the act are purely dirty as you feel your cum drip down your inner thighs. You don’t notice as Doyoung appears in front of you, too caught up in feeling Taeyongs raw cock in your pussy.
You hear Doyoung say something to Taeyong before he pulls out. The empty feeling you get makes you whine, fingernails grinding on the hard floor. You feel him push back in, except it’s not Taeyong inside you. Doyoungs cock is wider and that’s why you suspect he went in first as you feel a finger probe in beside him.
Your hair falls over your face as your forehead touches the cool ground and you moan desperately. “Good?” Taeyong asks from behind you and your nod is all he needs to push in another and another until he has three fingers inside you, beside Doyoungs cock.
“I can’t wait, she’s squeezing so hard.” He whimpers and Taeyong mutters an ‘ok’ before finally pushing his cock in beside his friends. You mewl out loud, scratching at the floor as the stretch sends a wave of arousal through your entire body.
They start thrusting periodically, one in and the other out at the same time. The three of you can’t, and don’t have the will to stop the moans that leave you all. It just feels so fucking good and dirty. You place your left hand on your lower abdomen, feeling them protrude through your belly causing a series of curses to fall from your mouth. You’re shoved forward everytime one of them pushes into you, the harsh slap of their balls on your clit making you clench.
Taeyong grits his teeth behind you, the combination of your tight, wet pussy and the feeling of Doyoungs cock rubbing against his almost too much to bare. You’re all incredibly sensitive, every movement seeming like it drags out. The sweet smell of cum and that plant in the air have your minds reeling. Driven by lust, none of you could stop even if you wanted to.
Your breasts bounce beneath your dress as your hypersensitive nipples grate against it. You bring your right hand to your chest, pinching the sensitive buds through the fabric. The feeling being enough to bring you closer to your second orgasm.
Behind you, Doyoung and Taeyong work like a well oiled machine. Their cocks rub against each other, and it’s so good that neither of them will ever admit it to the other. Doyoung grasps your hip with one hand, the other being placed behind Taeyongs head, pulling him into his mouth.
You hear their makeout behind you, the sounds of their mouths smacking together and muffled moans tipping you past the edge. Your fingertips stay wrapped around your nipple, the feeling grounding you as your mind suddenly becomes clear. Your clenching pussy making them stutter inside you.
But you don’t pull yourself away as Taeyong and Doyoung ruthlessly destroy your pussy, the euphoric pleasure too good to let go of. Taeyong is the first of them to cum, his mouth parting from Doyoungs as he falters inside you, before finally going limp. He pulls out of you, hissing as he does while Doyoung, in a lust driven frenzy, hurriedly plunges into your aching pussy.
After a few more moments, Doyoung follows. You feel him cum inside you, the heat filling your stomach with satisfaction. He pulls out and Taeyong leans down beside you, your appearance a sight to behold.
Tears stream down your cheeks, a mix of saliva and cum staining your chin while some of your hair sticks to your forehead. “Fuck, y/n are you okay?” he asks, the Taeyong you know is finally back, but he could've thought the same thing of you, you suppose.
Doyoung pulls you up from behind, hands on your hips as your wobbly knees try to hold you up. Taeyong holds you by your waist, their grip on you still feeling as good as it did before. Excluding the uncontrollable lust, of course.
“What the actual fuck, Ian literally used us an experiment.” an anger deep in Doyoungs voice makes you wonder what he’ll do when he does see Ian. “That plant is some sort of fucking aphrodisaic.” The sound of your voice even shocks you as you hear it, hoarse and scratchy.
Doyoung runs a hand through his hair, “This could've ended badly.” he sighs and you nod your head. “Well, he did say it would be a euphoria you’ve never felt and I don’t know about you guys but I feel pretty good.” Taeyong says in front of you. Seeing as you can stand now, they let go of you moving back as Doyoung flicks him on the shoulder.
“Guys put your pants on. We’ve got a fucking dickhead outside waiting for payback.” You declare, pulling your skirt down and attempting to make yourself look somewhat presentable. “Yes he fucking does.” Doyoung says and Taeyong makes a noise of agreement.
None of you can quite manage to make yourselves look like you didn’t just fuck, so you decided to just go with it. Grabbing the empty wine bottle, you smash the glass around the plant. Bringing your blazer up to your mouth and nose as cover, you grab it. You turn and see Taeyong and Doyoung also covering their airways.
Now let’s go give this fucker a taste of his own medicine.
Petplay: Petplay is a in role in which the focus is on the sub entering the altered mind space of a different species.
INTRO: You're stressed. Another year where the dreadful season of fall has won against you, a continuous torture it seems. Your boyfriend, Jungwoo, is ever so loving and eager to please. The perfect little puppy to change your mind.
GENRES: Smut
PAIRING: reader (afab) x boyfriend!jungwoo
WARNINGS: swearing/profanity, puppyplay/petplay, oral (F), overstimulation, edging, dry humping (jungwoo cums untouched), slight humiliation, choking, collars and leashes, switch/dom reader, sub/switch jungwoo - overall explicit content - PLEASE, IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR BLOG. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.
WORD COUNT: 2.2k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: i'm late, i'm late, i'm late! this is already going to shit if you can't tell (=_="). But rest assured beloved readers, i WILL finish kinktober. even if it is late, all 31 days of kinktober will be posted. whether or not that happens before next october is still yet to be determined... ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა enjoy!
*unedited*
Leaves blow through the door, surfing the wind as you try to slip inside. It’s been a long day and Jungwoo can tell by just reading your body language. He comes up behind you as you place your drenched coat on the hanger and kick your sodden shoes off. “Are you alright, my love? Long day?” He asks, genuinely interested as he wraps his arms lovingly around your waist.
You lean into him, a sigh escaping your lips, “You could say that, baby.” you say, closing your eyes. “Or you could say that this morning the wind blew a trash bag into me that smelt like dead fish.” You cry, hands flying about. “You could say that on my way home it started bucketing down and to top it all off, I lost my umbrella.” you pout, arms crossing over your chest. “I hate fall.” you conclude and Jungwoo laughs.
He listens to you rant on as you try to blow off your anger towards the elements, but it unfortunately doesn’t help. You're tense, frustrated and have got a wild look in your eye that makes Jungwoo lick his lips. Your boyfriend is what people might refer to as a golden retriever. Simply, this is because he makes it extremely easy to be in a relationship with him. He’s easy-going and only wants to make you happy. On a more intricate level, Jungwoo is your good, good boy. Your puppy.
‘Would playing help?” He tentatively asks from behind, lips touching the shell of your ear. You smile, it might help. “Depends on whether or not you’re a good boy.” You muse turning around to face him. Your hands find their perch on his small waist as you pull your bodies together, looking up at him.
His hands grip your waist while his head dips to connect his eyes with yours. “Always good for you.” He mumbles, tufts of hair falling over his vision. You smirk, finger tauntingly running up his covered chest, reaching his collarbone before lightly tracing up and down his jugular. His eyes watch your face, a look crossing them that tells you to do it.
Your eyes narrow as your fingers lace around his throat, his soft skin hot to the touch. Squeezing, you watch as he gladly lets you cut off his air supply. “Why aren’t you on the ground then, pretty puppy?” you ask, a condescending tone threading through your voice.
He instantly drops to his knees before you can utter another word as a groan emits from his mouth. Luckily, Jungwoo is tall enough that you don’t have to bend down to hold your grip on his throat making it easier for you to slowly choke him. Your fingers tighten, enjoying the way his mouth gapes open and eyelids hood in pleasure.
His large hands clutch your wrists, his loose embrace letting you know he can take more. You smirk, “What an insatiable little pup you are.”. He only whimpers as your hold cramps around his airway, effectively cutting off his oxygen supply. He relishes in it, his body trembling as his mouth opens in a silent ‘o’. Finally, he tightens his own grasp on your wrists, signalling the need for relief.
You release the tension in your grip, leaving your fingers looped around his neck as he gasps for air. It takes him a moment to come back to you, as you kneel down to hold his face in your palms. You kiss his right cheek and left before planting a light peck on his lips. “Good boy.” you say and he glows at the praise, leaning into your touch.
Once you’re sure he’s got his breath back, you stand again. “Dogs stand on all fours, pup.” your voice is softer now, he notices and drops so that his palms are holding him from the ground. You smile as he looks up at you in anticipation. “Where’s your collar?” you question but when he goes to answer you ‘tut’.
“No talking, baby. You know that.” your tone is accusing and Jungwoo blushes before crawling to the living room. You follow as he makes his way to the coffee table, where his collar sits on the surface. His eyes peer up at you as you choose to sit on the couch. “Bring it to me then.” you say, gesturing him to you.
He turns to where his collar lays, biting it gently between his teeth before he crawls to your feet. You stroke your left hand through his hair, while the other takes the collar from his lips. “Well done.” your approval makes him smile up at you as he wiggles his hips in pretend to be ‘wagging his tail’.
You giggle at his excitement while you hold the collar out to him. He moves his head towards you before whining at you to put it on. It only makes you snicker at him as you put the collar around his neck, clasping it in place. God, you can’t even lie when you think that there’s nothing prettier than your gorgeous boyfriend in his collar, all proud and happy.
You reach to the side of where you’re sitting to grab ahold of the fabric of his Jungwoo’s leash. When you pull it into his view his eyes say it all. He moves even closer, all but jumping into your lap. “Calm down.” You demand and he gives you wide eyes as he sits back on his knees.
You attach the lead to his collar, tugging him close again. “Want to go for a walk?” you ask and he shakes his head, letting out another whine. “What do you want then, silly pup?” your done is slightly degrading and Jungwoo loves it. Loves the way that nasty words can spill out of your mouth so easily, he wishes you’d be meaner.
He moves closer to your closed legs, pawing at them. Your eyebrow rises as he realises you won’t open them before his head is nudging at them. A whimper escapes him. Jungwoo just wants to please you and make you feel better, this will make you feel better. It always does.
You slowly part your legs, eyes watching him as his zone in on the wet patch in your panties beneath your skirt. His gaze catches yours as he begs you with his puppy eyes. With his pupils blown wide and tongue practically falling from his mouth, how’re you supposed to say no?
“Go ahead, puppy.” you confirm as he lurches forward, sucking at the damp spot. He groans as he tastes you on his tongue, though getting frustrated that he can’t feel your skin in his mouth. You moan out as his teeth nip at the fabric, pulling it from your soaking pussy, indicating he wants your panties gone.
A grumble resonates from his chest that sends heat to your core as you lift your hips from the couch. Pushing your panties from your hips as Jungwoo patiently (not really with the way his eyes watch you) waits. Kicking them the rest of the way down your legs, he wastes no time diving into you again.
The way Jungwoo eats you out is pretty and calculated while at the same time being uncoordinated and rough. He knows all the right places to get you really going. Fuck, he could make you cum on his tongue in less than a minute if he really wanted to, but you can tell by the way he’s working you up quickly that that’s most likely not the case.
Although in your relationship you seem to make the shots and Jungwoo simply obeys, that’s not always the case. It’s very push and pull in your relationship. For the most part you do decide what’s what, but in situations like this, Jungwoo tends to do his own thing. Which can be torturous for you if he’s not in the right mood.
If he’s in the mood to make you forget about your bad day, you’re going to forget. You know that much as he sucks your clit between his lips harshly. His teeth graze gently over your sensitive nerves making you buck your hips into his mouth. A series of moans float throughout the room as your orgasm rushes up on you.
Jungwoo knows your body too well. The signs when you're upset, angry and he’s especially good at telling when you're gonna cum. You’re not the most subtle, you will be the first to admit, but he does has it perfected. So well in fact, that the second you start to sit on the edge of your orgasm, it’s gone.
You cry out as he starts sucking at the skin of your inner thighs. “Brat.” you scowl pulling at his lead, tugging him to your needy pussy again. His dark, wide eyes look up at you, begging to be humiliated, and who are you to deny him such an act?
You smile as he moves his lips to your dripping hole, slurping and lapping at your juices as lewd sounds fill the room. You grip his hair harshly, a whimper escaping him, “What a dirty whore you are, puppy.” you spit as his head hangs limp in your hold.
You pull his greedy lips from your leaking pussy, a loud whine echoing the room, “Those who tease their owner, don’t get pussy. Look at you, on your hands and knees like a fucking desperate slut.” You hiss, “Now make me fucking cum or your ass will be so sore you won’t sit for a week.” you threaten and you can tell it affects Jungwoo by the way his cock protrudes from his sweatpants, making you lick your lips.
You tug at his leash once more, pulling him closely to your heated pussy. He doesn’t resist as your hand in his hair pushes his face into you. With no choice, you feel his lips circle around your clit. It makes you toss your head back as you focus on the feeling before his tongue dips into your pussy. It’s surprising how far he can push it into your tight hole and it makes him moan the way you clench around his hot muscle.
Curses and broken moans emit from your own chest as the hand in his hair begins to drag his head up and down over your pussy. He flattens his tongue out as you use his face like your own personal toy. The thought makes Jungwoo so hard it’s painful.
You feel a pressure on your leg as you drag his mouth over your pussy, too lost in your own pleasure you pay it no mind until he starts moaning repeatedly into you. You feel your orgasm begin to build up as the vibrations of his moaning send your sensitive pussy into overdrive.
You glance down at Jungwoo to see why he’s making so much noise, only to watch as he’s rutting his clothed cock against your bare leg. “Dirty fucking dog.” you spit, making his eyes look up at you from where he’s shoved deep into your soaking heat. A lingering flash of embarrassment shows in his eyes as you observe your juices dripping down his face.
The visual of him and the magic of his tongue speed up your orgasm as you feel his hard cock thrust into your calf. A strained groan passes through your parted lips as you feel your orgasm rush through you. You try to no avail to hold back the high pitched moans that begin to escape you as his tongue keeps swiping over your abused clit.
Your body shakes in overstimulation as Jungwoo keeps his lips on your sensitive bud, sucking harshly making you cry out, “Jungwoo.” The way his name rolls from your lips makes his hips stutter into your leg as both your hands grip his hair. The painful pleasure on your pussy as he rides out your orgasm until he reaches his own.
His groan into your pussy is muffled, the sound akin to what you would expect a drowning man would sound like. He pulls back from you, gasping as your hands leave his hair in favour of gripping your thighs. His sweet moan bounce off the walls of the small room, echoing in your ears as you watch him come apart without even being touched.
You stroke his head soothingly as he leans against your knees, short, puffed gasps breaking from his lungs. His hair, damp and sticky from your cum, sticks to his forehead before you push it back from his face. He’s dripping from your cum, lips chewed and wet as your juices drop from his chin to the floor.
You bring his chin up to look at you and he shoots you a content smile. “Good boy.” you whisper, your own body relaxed and exhausted.
“I might have to do this everyday if you’re gonna keep walking through the door stressed as fuck.” He grins and you only wobbly stand, holding a hand out as you help pull him up from his sore knees. Directing him towards the shower, you interlock your fingers with his, leaning against his side.
In that case, fall might become my favourite season after all.
Shibari: Shibari, which translates to "decorative tying," is a form of rope bondage that originated in Japan and dates back to the seventeenth-century Edo period. Shibari involves rope made from jute or hemp and is considered an aesthetically pleasing form of BDSM.
INTRO: For the first time in your life you found something that made you feel alive and beautiful. Then you and your boyfriend broke up. Little did you know meeting Yuta would be the best thing for you and your obsession.
GENRES: Smut
PAIRING: reader (afab) x softdom!yuta
WARNINGS: profanity/swearing, rope bondage/shibari, extensive use of ropes, temperature play, blindfolding, gagging, use of a vibrating toy, a little humiliation and degradation, oral (F), crying (F), slight suspension, mentions of full suspension, reader has a rope kink?, softdom!yuta, bdsm themes - overall explicit content - PLEASE, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG OR POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
WORD COUNT: 5.7k (shit.)
AUTHORS NOTE: Wow, this was not meant to be nearly 6k long... especially since i'm trying to keep all kintober works under 2k (˶ •́◡•̀ ˶) I ended up doing a decent amount of research into shibari and just couldn't keep it short (it needed a backstory!). i really wanting to write for it but i had absolutely no confidence in my ability to describe something so intricate and complicated. However, this is my interpretation of this kink with some other bdsm kinks thrown in to make it interesting. Anyways, enough of my rambling, enjoy! 𖦹 ̫ 𖦹
You met Yuta through a friend of a friend. To be honest you don’t know much about him, even after meeting up with him a few times to discuss your mutual… interests. You met up at normal places, coffee shops mostly, but this time was different. This time you were gonna do what you’d been planning all this time.
The reason you heard of Yuta was because you were talking to your friend about why you keep going back to your ex. One of the main reasons was the sex. And trust, it wasn’t just sex. Your ex, Ethan, was into shibari. Something you never even knew about before you met him, but it quickly became your favourite obsession.
There’s just something about the feeling you get when you're tied up, all pretty and captive. The dopamine that courses through your veins is pure addiction and the stress leaves your body immediately. Ethan made you depend on him even after you’re broken up, it being second nature to call him up when you needed your fix. You hate how much you need it.
Yuta became relevant when your friend said she knew an old friend from Uni who was into shibari, too. She offered to get in contact with her again and ask if you and she could meet up. You were eager to say the least, not having met anyone else with the same kink aside from Ethan and you would do anything to not have to go to him anymore.
Luckily, her friend agreed and that’s when you met up with her. Lucy is a very funny and warm hearted person. She was incredibly happy to help you learn more about rope bondage and introduce you to more people through parties and clubs.
On one of those nights was when you first saw Yuta. However, you could say he saw you first judging by the way he stared at you for a good hour before you locked eyes with him from across the room. It was an instant attraction, your breath catching in your throat as you looked him up and down.
He then walked over to where you and Lucy were talking with some of your new friends, an extra drink appearing in his left hand. His dark hair covered his forehead, dipping just past his brow bone. Eyes twinkling, lips full and plump as they turn into a smile.
When he reaches you and your friends, his gaze linger on you as he introduces himself to everyone, leaving you for last. “Hi, I’m Yuta.” it’s simple the way he says it, but you can’t help but feel there’s something lying beneath it. You pay it no mind, however, introducing yourself to him. People around you start mumbling, even those caught up in… introductions, stop their activities to peer at your group.
You can’t help but to feel shy, their unwanted attention making your eyes cast down as you try to become as unnoticeable as possible. Yuta leans in closer to you, “Don’t mind them.” And that’s when you knew he was the one you wanted to do it with. There was something about him that made you feel like he was safe and knew what he was doing.
On the cab back to Lucy’s place she turns to you as soon as the doors shut. “Oh my god, y/n, you don’t know how big that just was.” her tone is one of disbelief and excitement but you’re absolutely confused. “What do you mean?”
She grabs your wrist, “Yuta Nakamoto, the one who had his eyes glued to you?” you nod your head, unsure why she’s asking you a question about a guy you met two hours ago. How're you supposed to know who he is? Her eyes widened, “shit, I never told you about Yuta.” she sits back in thought and you begin to panic. Well that was ominous, what the fuck is it supposed to mean? Sure doesn’t sound good.
She angles her face back, ready to explain while your mind reels thinking you’ve met someone who’s way past your level of expertise. “Yuta doesn’t take interest in a lot of people.” is all she says before pausing again. A frustrated look passes your face, “Lucy, what the hell is with this guy?” She nods her head.
“Don’t worry, he can’t be bad for you.” She concludes and you give her a very unimpressed look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She lifts her shoulders, as if in some sort of defeat. “Well, I’ll put it like this,” her eyes pierce yours with a slight look of worry passing through them. “Who better to teach you the art of Japanese rope bondage than Yuta Nakamoto?”
After that you were cautious, how could you not be? But when Yuta, somehow, got ahold of your number and invited you out for coffee, you didn’t have it in you to say no. From there you learnt what his intentions were with you. He wanted you to be his next ‘muse’. Yuta said he only picks a select few people to teach and participate in his activities, and he wanted you.
You were hesitant, but your need to be tied surpassed your fear of the unknown. When you were discussing your inexperience with Yuta and his with you, it came up. The fact that you would do almost anything to feel the weight of rope on your skin. Yuta’s reaction was a slow nod, but you saw the look that passed through his irises. It was lust, laced with approval and it made you feel proud.
After these few meetups, you began to be much more confident around Yuta, unafraid to say the things you wanted and him the same with you. On your last meetup, Yuta asked the question you knew was coming; “Do you want to actually do it next time?” You gulp, a lump forming in your throat. “Of course.” You nod, your eyes reassuring him that you want to do this. Besides, you refused to see Ethan for over three weeks while you’ve been talking to Yuta, and you need this. He smiles, his approval making you happy.
That brings you to the present moment. You stand outside the address Yuta gave you to meet at. It seems like some sort of club, you think as you observe the outside of the building. Big, bold letters read on the front, ‘The Black Cat”. Spooky, you think to yourself before double checking the address, pulling your coat closer to your shivering body.
Confirming it is the place, you tame your wildly beating heart by taking in deep breaths as you walk up to the entrance. Your stilettos click on the pavement as you do, and you can’t help but feel overdressed and underdressed at the same time. Not to mention cold, the chilly Autumn air biting at your skin.
You hear the thumping of slow and sensual RnB resonating from within the building as you get closer, eventually only a foot from the door. Thoughts of regret rush through your mind. What the hell are you doing here? This isn’t you.
Before you get the chance to turn and hurry back to your car, a throuple pushes through the doors, startling you, as they giggle and laugh. The two girls sloppily lie kisses on the guys neck and face as they disappear into the night and you’re envious. They look like they’re having pure, carefree fun. You want that too, and right now your key to that life is waiting for you inside this building.
Holding your breath, you push through the doors into the warm and sensual atmosphere of the club. Your eyes are greeted with dark furniture and bodies moving together as everyone minds their own business with the people they’re with. You try not to show your shock, as you walk past couches and tables where people are kissing and groping, making your way to the bar at the far end of the room.
You grasp the surface of the bar with both hands as you roll into it. The air feels heavy in your lungs as the bartender comes over to you. “Need anything, love?” He asks, a heavy English accent lacing his voice. You go to shake your head before someone calls from behind you, “A cosmopolitan for the lady, thanks.”
You turn around, hoping to see Yuta but instead it’s some other guy. His shirt is off, which isn’t surprising, though it’s not the way you’d introduce yourself to someone. He takes a seat beside you as you prop yourself onto the bar stool. “What’re you doing here, pretty?” He asks, a slur in his voice indicating he’s had a lot to drink.
“Waiting for someone.” you reply, a coldness lingering in your tone. He either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care because he keeps talking. “You sure? Don’t see anyone running to claim you.” His voice is suggestive and you start to feel slimy while he eyes you up. You only hum in response, hoping he gets the hint to fuck off.
“Pretty things that don’t get claimed around here, are taken by others.” He says, obviously thinking that you’ll jump into his arms if Yuta doesn’t show up. Luckily, you don’t have to reply as the bartender steps in, “Piss off, Tyler. She’s with Yuta.” his tone is low, like a warning and you begin to wonder just how much power Yuta has within these communities.
“Like I give a fuck if she’s Yuta’s or not.” He laughs, swinging an arm around your shoulder and you grimace, the smell of sweat and alcohol radiating from him. “You should be.” The bartender replies, who’s name tag reads, Jordan.
The guy harassing you, Tyler laughs louder and more obnoxiously. “And where is big bad Yuta, right now, huh?” You scowl, as he shakes around you. You honestly feel like you could punch him at any second.
Thankfully, you won’t have to, as an angry sounding voice emits from behind you and Tyler. “Get your hands off of her, Tyler, or I swear to god you’ll loose them.” It sends shivers up your spine and you smirk as it clearly scares the absolute shit out of Tyler. His arm quickly leaves your shoulders as he whips around, his arms in the air in mock surrender.
“H-Hey man, I was just kidding. No hard feelings.” he stutters, every ounce of his confidence leaving his body as Yuta watches him with stalking eyes. “If you touch her again-” he begins to threaten, but catches the look of fear and uncertainty flash through your eyes and stops himself. He takes a deep breath, “You are never to be anywhere near her again, do you understand?”
Tyler nods and disappears as fast as he appeared. Yuta gives an appreciative nod to Jordan, the bartender, before grabbing your hand. Tingles shoot up your fingertips as he gently tugs you behind him. “Let’s go somewhere quiet.” you nod in response, trailing after him as he leads you down a long, dark hallway beside the bar.
You pass doors, each of which have names on them, like offices. Except you know they’re probably not offices. At least not in the traditional sense. He stops close to the end of the hallway when he pulls out a key. You’ve stopped in front of the door labelled, Yuta.N. He gestures with a smile for you to go in first as he cracks open the door.
You walk in, one hesitant step after the other as he follows you quietly. You’re taking aback when your eyes adjust to the dark atmosphere of the room. The only light being some LED’s scattered around. A four poster bed acts as the centrepiece of the room, and god does it attract your eyes. What catches your attention the most are the hardpoints attached to the posts all around and above the bed, not to mention other odd ones in different corners of the room.
“They’re for suspension.” Yuta says softly from behind you, patiently letting you take in everything you need to. You nod in reply, casting your eyes to the ones above the couch and the bed to the few that’re just in the middle of the room. It’s daunting you can’t lie.
There’s a dark chest that is situated near the couch and you can only imagine what’s inside it. This is some fucking fifty shades of grey shit, you think to yourself, a laugh of disbelief almost leaving your mouth.
“You okay?” He asks, his voice still timid. Truth be told, Yuta's nervous about how you’ll react to everything. He knows you’ve never really delved into more accurate BDSM, and he wants nothing more than for you to want this. He’s been itching to get you into this room, all of his favourite things are in here and now you are too.
“Yeah. It’s just a lot.” You mutter and Yuta nods even though you can’t see him. You turn around and he takes a moment to watch your expressions. “Just remember we’re not doing that tonight,” he lifts a hand to rub a thumb over your cheek and you sigh. “unless you want to.” he adds. “Okay.” you agree.
“Alright then, why don’t we get to the part you’ve been craving then?” He questions, and you nod your head. “y/n I really want you to speak up and talk to me okay?” he asks and your eyes widen. “That might’ve been how you did it with your ex, but for this to work for us, we need to communicate.”
He’s right, with Ethan communication wasn’t really a thought. Verbal conversation didn’t matter as long as he got what he wanted, and you obviously never picked up that that’s not how this is supposed to work. It’s refreshing to be doing this with someone who knows what he's doing and wants to make sure you’re okay with it every step of the way.
Though, it does little to calm you on the fact that Yuta is much more experienced than you. The only person that you ever participated in rope bondage with was Ethan, and you never paired it with suspension. Despite the nerves you have to admit that the thought makes your pussy clench embarrassingly.
“Yes, Yuta. I want you to tie me up.” you try to say with confidence, your eyes holding contact with him. He smiles, relief flooding you. “Perfect. Let’s begin then.” He clasps his hands together, guiding you by your elbow to the centre of the room.
You’ve talked about how he would tie you up for the first time, but he still talks you through it as he begins by pulling a few bunches of hemp rope from the dark chest. He unravels the first bunch, laying it in his palms before gesturing to you. “Take off your clothes, y/n. Did you wear what I told you to?” Your breath hitches, as it actually dawns on you. You’re doing this, and by the look on Yuta’s face, you’re gonna love it.
“Yes, I did.” you reply, surely removing your woollen trench coat. The material falls to the ground, you only being left in the black bondage harness and heels he sent to you. It seems that now you’re without the coat, you’re feeling hot but when it was the only thing covering you, you were cold. It’s strange how your body reacts to him, a practical stranger.
“Good girl.” he purrs, looking you up and down. You shudder at the compliment, satisfied to have pleased him. He steps close to you, picking up the coat and gesturing for you to take of the heels. You do and he walkd to the corner of the room before placing them on the coat and shoe rack. Your eyes track him as he does and when he comes back to stand in front of you, you find yourself wanting to kiss him. Yet, it feels forbidden.
His breath falls on your lips as yours is held in your throat, not wanting to ruin the moment by breathing. “On your knees, now.” is all he says and you’re falling to the ground before the sentence is finished. When your knees meet the hardwood your eyes peer up at him through your lashes. He pulls the rope through his fist, your attention shifting to his hands. They’re large and veiny, and you want them on you but you sit quietly and wait for his request, eager to please.
“We’re gonna start today with something simple and pretty.” he starts fighting the urge to coo at the way you look up at him. “Shibari is a form of decorative tying as you probably know, but it’s also used for pleasure. That’s what we’ll be doing too.” he explains and your head becomes light with the thought of the ropes wrapped around you, all pretty and confined.
Now, my little rope bunny,” he says, a tinge of admiration following the pet name. “I’m going to first start by doing ‘shinju’, which is a traditional breast bondage technique.” he adds nonchalantly, and it sends more wetness to your pussy, a throbbing ache already burying itself deep in your abdomen and he hasn’t even touched you yet.
You nod, a weak ‘uh huh’ leaving your lips. He grins, kneeling down to your level where he starts to gently glide the rope across your skin. An involuntary groan escapes you and Yuta freezes. “Jesus, never had anyone react that quick.” He mutters, more to himself than to you. You nod, deciding whether or not to just say what you want to, in the end you bite the bullet, wanting to see how he reacts. “Was wet before it even touched me.” You let out breathily.
Your eyes close in bliss as he continues, making the first knot. You hear a curse slip from his lips and you internally smile in glee, glad you’re having an impact on him like he does on you. True to the name ‘shinju’ the rope goes around your waist, under your breasts before wrapping around your shoulder and beneath your armpit. Circling around your neck creating a halter. It then goes between your breasts before looping under the rope beneath them. Yuta takes his time with the rope, truly enjoying the art he’s making. Finally, the end of the rope is wrapped the whole way around both of your breasts, forcing them to bulge outwards.
Your nipples perk towards him, his fingertips brushing them making you moan again. God, the feeling of the rope tight on your skin is alike to nothing else. The way you sense you’re constricted is blissful. Yuta watches the way you react like a hawk. No one he’s ever done this with has reacted like you do and it's fascinating.
Goosebumps follow every part of your skin he touches, the rope making you gasp and breathe heavier every time he places it across a bare area. When he ties each knot with careful precision, you can’t help the way you feel like a piece of art.
When he finishes the ‘shinju’, he sits back on his heels, admiring his work. A smile graces his gorgeous face and you can’t help the way your face mirrors his. “How does that feel?” he asks, tugging at the knots to make sure they are all firm but not too constricting.
“Feels good.” You reply, surprising you both as your voice is cracked and strained like you’re already wrecked. He nods, keeping an eye on you. “Do you want to try ‘koutou ushiro te shibari’? It’s just a hands behind the head tie.” You know you’ve hardly gone deep into what Yuta knows, really only skimming the easiest methods from his knowledge. It’s just the way he sounds so confident about these different ties. Ethan was never like that, always unsure of himself and constantly hurting you.
You nod, a small noise of agreement leaving you. He strokes your cheek adoringly and you shift slightly on your knees, the rope around your breasts tightening eliciting a moan from between your lips. Yuta chuckles, “you really are enjoying this aren’t you, bunny?” The pet name causes you to only moan in response.
He stands and walks behind you. “Hands above your head.” He instructs and you obey. He never has to ask twice with you and he loves it. Grabbing your wrists he wraps a new piece of rope around your left one a few times before pulling it tight and doing the same with the other wrist, effectively binding them together.
You grunt as he pulls them firmly before looping around the connective piece of rope between your wrists. He then brings the ends down your spine till it reaches your waist. Wrapping his arms around you he curls it around your waist, making a pretty knot at the back that sits in the curve of your spine.
“There.” he sighs, admiring the way your arms are now restricted, folded towards your neck. You whimper, the soft rope tight around your waist making you wiggle against the delicious pressure. “Ok bunny, how would you feel about being attached to that hardpoint there.” He points to the metal ring hanging above you and you nod, a sound of compliance coming from your chest.
“Alright, stand up then.” He says watching to make sure you’re okay. Your knees wobble, weak from being on your knees for so long but you manage to stand in a stable position. Shibari is beautiful but all beautiful things take time. Yuta probably spent over 30 minutes tying these knots on you, each pretty piece of rope accentuating your body features.
Yuta turns around, going back to the dark chest and pulling out a longer piece of rope. Reaching above you, he loops the rope through the ring. Pulling it down tight, he walks behind you and ties it to your arm tie. He laces it into the knots, focusing on making it museum worthy.
This is part of the reason you love rope bondage. The attention to detail and goal of perfection makes you feel like a art piece to be worshipped, like the Mona Lisa. It’s also very intimate, the time you spend together, both parties enjoying their role. The last aspect you love is the build up to the intimate part. Sometimes it takes hours to tie someone how they want and it’s all so exhilarating.
You gasp as Yuta pulls the rope tight, not quite suspending you but your feet are only just still on the ground. You whine in disappointment, wanting to be fully suspended. Yuta laughs, “there’s gonna be other times, bunny. We can work up to it.” he says, dragging a finger around your waist as he walks to your front.
His fingers catch the rope around your waist, pulling you toward him, effectively lifting your toes from the ground. Your weight pulls down on your arms’ muscles, the burn delicious but not enough to sustain for more than a few seconds. “See.” he whispers into your ear, sending a chill through your body. Yuta’s right, you need to get stronger to be able to hold your own weight comfortably.
“I’m not going to tie your legs today either, I don’t think you could handle it to be honest.” he smirks as your face twists. He turns to go somewhere behind you, not being able to see him you whine out loud. “Be patient, bunny.” he scoffs as you hear what you presume to be a fridge door open and shut. He rummages around with a few different things where you can’t see him before he comes into your vision again.
On a small tray he has an assortment of objects. A dark blindfold sits neatly next to a ball gag and a small bowl of ice cubes. The last object on the tray is something you’ve never seen before, it's not large and sorta egg shaped. Seeing your confusion at the object, Yuta picks it up, showing you closer. “It’s a vibrating egg, this goes into your sweet little pussy.”
You suck in a breath, an innocent ‘oh’ leaving your parted lips and it takes everything in him to not kiss you. That’s what the gag is for. He gets close to you, the ball gag in hand before he brings it to your lips. “Open.” he demands and of course, you comply. He places the ball part in your mouth, tying it behind your head. It’s a comfortable size, you note, especially since you have a rather small mouth.
Next he picks up the blind fold, navigating around your body so he’e behind you again. Bringing it over your eyes, you groan into the gag. He makes sure you can’t see before securing it and you must admit you’ve never been gagged and blinded before. Ethan usually wanted you mouth free and eyes open so you could suck him off. You can tell with Yuta though, that this is more about pleasuring you for him.
Without your sight, everything immediately becomes more sensual. The only thing you can really count on is the hearing, due to your loss of touch as well. You listen closely as he shuffles around you, when suddenly he’s pressed against your back. You can feel all of him on you like this and you can’t help the noise that emits from you, muffled around the gag.
His fingertips dance around your waist, moving to the front of your body before he reaches between your closed legs. “Part them.” he mutters deeply into your ear and you groan, complying instantly. Brushing over your pubic bone you begin to pant around the gag. The increase in the rise and fall of your chest causes the ropes around your breasts to tighten and loosen periodically.
He finally tickles your clit with his fingers, only ghosting over it in a teasing manner. You shiver in his hold, body vibrating and he makes a noise of approval. “Such a good little bunny. So responsive.” he murmurs in your ear, flicking your clit harshly. Almost painfully, but you couldn’t give a fuck, a strangled moan slipping around the gag. Your hips buck, looking for his fingers and the fact you can’t see them, makes you drip.
“Okay, no more teasing. Just know I’m being extra nice since it’s your first time.” He confirms in your ear. Oh, you know he would tease you for hours and not get sick of it. But you’re happy he’s serving it to you on a silver platter this time. You moan out in response, it being the only noise that gets past the gag in your mouth as drool begins to dribble from the corners of your lips.
He runs his fingers through your folds, another moan leaving from deep within your chest. “So wet.” He muses to himself and you begin to blush. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, bunny.” He’s coos into your ear. “It’s so sexy that I barely have to touch you and you’re ready to go for me.” You’re always ready, is what you want to say, but the gag would make that near impossible.
His fingers dip into your soaking pussy, beginning to slowly pump in and out of you. You can’t help the string of muffled curses that you grumble out, nearly choking on your saliva as you do. “Careful, bunny. As much as I’d love to see you choke, it won’t be on your own accord.” Your eyes roll back at his words, your pussy squeezing around his fingers as he chuckles at the reaction he gets from you.
Suddenly he slips something inside of you and you’re guessing it’s the egg toy. It feels foreign. Smooth and round, snug deep in your pussy. His fingers leave you and you whine, the noise pitiful as he pats your hair soothingly. You hear the sound of sucking and your heart rate increases. “Mhm, you taste good, little bunny.” he moans into your ear as he licks his fingers and you wish more than anything right now, that you could see him.
You wiggle against your ropes, groaning as they tighten on your skin. You hear him laugh at you as you embarrass yourself. It only turns you on more. “Right. Are you ready to see just exactly what this little toy can do?” He asks. You nod in response, thinking he wouldn’t expect you to answer verbally. You were wrong.
He slaps your thigh. Not as hard as you’d like, but hard enough to hurt a little. It makes your back arch against the ropes as you throw your head back, a deep, primal sound emitting from deep within your chest. “Answer me.” he demands and you try your best to be good and answer. A barely understandable ‘yes’ is filtered from your mouth, drool now running down your chin like a stream.
He doesn’t even think before he leans in close to you, using his tongue to lick up the mess you’ve made of yourself. You let out a high pitched moan as your mind races. He’s so fucking dirty and you love it. He gets to the corner of your lips, where he flicks his tongue into your mouth briefly, before pulling away. A noise of disagreement leaves you and he looks on, amused and intrigued by you.
He grips the little remote in his hand, pressing the on button. You immediately react. Your body jolts as the little toy vibrates to life and so it starts. You officially can’t keep the noises in and Yuta only encourages you with his sweet and filthy words.
The feeling of the toy vibrating deep in your pussy is ecstacy. With both your sight and will to string together a sentence evaporated, you are left to only focus on your impending orgasm. Wanting to participate Yuta picks up an almost melted ice cube, running it across your already hardened nipple.
The sting of the cold makes you hiss, the feeling a painful pleasure. He creates a process of making your abused nipple freeze, before defrosting it in his mouth then switching to the other. The sensations make your head loll to the side and Yuta notes that next time he should tie you so that your neck gets more support.
Your toes still on the ground begin to tingle as you feel an orgasm rise in you. Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and Yuta notices. Nipping and pinching at your sensitive nipples brings you to the edge quicker. A final bite to your chest pushing you into your orgasm.
However, Yuta doesn’t turn the toy off. You try to argue your disagreement around the gag as a couple moments pass. When he still makes no move to turn the little buzzing toy off, you wiggle in your restraints. “Shush, bunny. It’s alright, do you trust me.” He mumbles against your chest. Luckily a nod is enough to satisfy him this time as he replies, “Good girl.”
Quickly you’re brought to another orgasm, but before you can cum, Yuta is on his knees sucking your clit between his lips. When the cold touches your sensitive nerves you all but scream into the gag, thrashing as he loops his arms around your thighs to stop you from moving. Definitely tying your legs next time, he thinks to himself.
You cum hard, but he still doesn’t stop. Tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you sob into the gag. “Aww, is my little bunny ready to throw in the towel already?” He asks, a degrading tone in his voice. You shake your head, a muffled ‘no’ crying from your sobbing mouth.
“Just one more for me, bunny. I promise.” You nod your head, only wanting to please him so bad. Even though he makes every nerve in your body burn, he’s a flame you’d gladly walk into every time. “Good girl.”, he praises stroking your thigh adoringly. You’re absolutely perfect for him.
He pops an ice cube in his mouth, ghosting over your poor, swollen clit once again as you sob harder, feeling his breath on you. He attaches his lips around it, a broken moan turning into a weak scream as he places the ice cube directly on your clit. With the egg still vibrating inside you, his lips sucking your clit and the damned ice cube making it throb, you stand absolutely no chance.
You cry out loud as you cum again. At this point a mix of your tears and drool stream down your face and neck, while cum dribbles down your thighs. Yuta wastes none of it, sucking your sticky thighs clean of the substance, caressing your skin as he does.
After a few moments he’s quick to stand up. You hear him behind you before he loosens the rope holding you up, the slack causing your knees to collapse as you try to hold your own weight again. He catches you, arm securely wrapped around your waist as he guides you to the bed where he swiftly removes all the rope from your body.
When he removes your blindfold and gag, you begin to hiccup as your eyes adjust to the dim room before landing on him. He’s looking at you proudly with a hint of worry showing on his features. “You okay, y/n?” he asks softly. You nod, a quiet ‘yeah’ forming as your jaw adjusts to being closed again.
Every muscle in your body burns, and this is the last part of rope bondage you love. The way you can always feel it long after you’re finished. He grabs a damp towel and begins to gently wipe the sweat, cum and drool from your body before you collapse into him. He hugs you close to him and you feel completely safe and satisfied.
“That was amazing.” you sigh into him, and you swear you almost feel him deflate around you. “That’s good, I’m glad you did.” He mumbles into the top of your head.
“Next time we should stretch first though.” you grumble and he laughs, his whole body vibrating and you can’t help but laugh lightly too.
“Okay.” he replies, obeying you for the first time tonight.
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Day 1: October - Jaemin (dry humping)
Day 2: Sweet Like Pumpkin Pie - Johnny (face sitting/riding)
Day 3: The Black Cat - Yuta (shibari/rope bondage)
Day 4: I hate fall - Jungwoo (petplay/puppyplay)
Day 5: oopsie daisy
Day 6: oopsie daisy
Day 7: oopsie daisy
Day 8: oopsie daisy
Day 9: oopsie daisy
Day 10: oopsie daisy
Day 11: oopsie daisy
Day 12: oopsie daisy
Day 13: Harvest in the Air - Taeyong & Doyoung (sex pollen)
Day 14: Trick or Treat - Ten (cross-dressing)
more to come
a/n **** please note that all 'oopsie daisies' i will come back to when i get to the end of kinktober. life is hectic but my will to continue is strong, please understand xox
Face sitting: also known as queening or kinging, is a sexual practice with one partner sitting over the other's face.
INTRO: One fall day, you decide it's time to let go of your worries. Turns out you're a natural freak in the sheets and Johnny loves it.
GENRES: Smut
PAIRING: reader (afab) x boyfriend!johnny suh
WARNINGS: profanity/swearing, face sitting (F), face riding (F), a little body worship, more dominant Johnny but mostly no power dynamic, marking, hair pulling/scalp scratching - overall explicit content - PLEASE, DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST/BLOG IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.
WORD COUNT: 1.86k (remember, size doesn't matter)
AUTHORS NOTE: Okay. I'm already a day behind but we got this team. Also, I've noticed that my posts aren't coming up under the tags for some reason? If anyone is coming from one of the tags lmk cause it would be cool to see who is. Otherwise I'm trying my best to fix it. Anyways, enjoy October 2nd! (＞﹏＜)
*unedited*
It wasn’t something you never discussed, yet it still took you by surprise when Johnny suggested we actually try it this time. “I want you to sit on my face.” He states, no hesitation in his voice because he clearly knows no shame. It is Johnny after-all.
You stutter over your words, trying not to choke on the words as they get stuck in your throat. “Um, are you sure?” You ask. It’s not that you don’t want to sit on Johnny’s gorgeous face, it’s just that you haven’t done it before, the activity foreign.
A chill runs up your spine as your eyes cast past Johnny’s shoulder, watching out the window. Green leaves on your cherry tree turning orange with the call of fall. You’re almost envious of how pretty it turns with each season, but fall being the most beautiful concept on it in your opinion.
Your eyes meet his again, determined mindset in tow as he gives you begging eyes. Johnny never wants to push you, that’s why you’re so glad he’s your boyfriend, but you need to give too. Besides, this will be fun and with Johnny you will be safe.
You nod, “Okay.”. He smiles, giving you a peck on the lips. “It’s gonna be so much fun, baby. You have no idea how long I wanted to do this with you.” His excitement sends a thrill of excitement through your body, the feeling stopping at your lower stomach. God, he makes you wet without even touching you.
You tread behind him as he leads you to your shared bedroom. You must admit out of the two of you, Johnny is most definitely the more adventurous lover. He always wants to try new things, but you always say ‘maybe’ or ‘next time’, though it never happens next time. To be honest, this is probably the only thing off ‘vanilla’ sex that you’ve ever done. It's more than a little sad.
His hand reaches for yours, squeezing you lightly in reassurance as he shuts the bedroom door behind you. His hand then leaves yours in favour of joining the other as they wrap themselves around your waist, the rest of his body leaning into your back. “I got you.” He mumbles through your hair. “Waited so long, gonna make it worth it.” His voice darkens as each word leaves his lips, a shiver running up your spine.
“I trust you.” You gulp, voice sounding small. “I know, baby.” He hums, his hold on your body firm and safe, just how you like it. He gently runs his hands down your stomach until his fingertips grip at the fabric of your sweater, tugging it up. You grin, taking the hint and lifting your arms as he discards both your sweater and thermal. He kisses your neck, goosebumps following his fingertips.
Next he gets down on his knees, surprising you as you clutch his shoulders. “Johnny what’re you-” He silences you, a ‘shushh’ leaving his lips as he pulls your sweatpants down. Lifting your ankles, he throws them behind him, your bare legs catching his attention. Smiling, he begins kissing the flesh of your thighs. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” he mumbles against you.
“Stop teasing.” you whine, annoyed that he’s not touching you where you need him. “I’m not teasing, just showing you how much I love everything about you.” His eyes lock onto yours as you look down on him. “I want you to always be comfortable coming to me if you want to try new things.” Returning to his assault on your thighs, you moan. His affirmations and sweet kisses driving you mad.
He nips and bites at your sensitive skin, marks following the path of his mouth, but you don’t mind. All the more of him to feel tomorrow. His attention spans from your knees to above your belly button. Butterflies erupting in your stomach everytime he gets closer to your aching pussy.
When he finally peels away your dripping panties, you’re practically panting. Your head feels lighter as all blood seemingly rushes to your core, the heat he’s kindled making you hot to the touch. He licks across your pelvic bone, the sensation making you breathe faster. His tongue swipes just a half inch from your clit and your body shakes.
He grins, eyes mischievously peering up at you, “you’re so sensitive, baby.” he chuckles and you roll your eyes half-heartedly. “I wonder why.” is your completely sarcastic response. You want to say, how the fuck can you not be after the torcher he’s putting you through? It’s a wonder you’re still standing while he taunts you with the promise of a mind blowing orgasm.
Your hands grip his hair as he pokes his tongue at your clit, finally giving you something. You don’t even try to hold back the moan that escapes your lips, ecstasy filling you for a short moment before he stops again.
This time you groan in frustration, your nails accidentally scratching the surface of his scalp a little harder than you intended it to. A sharp hiss that draws into a hidden moan passes his lips, making you laugh internally. His slitted eyes glare up at you as a smile tugs at your lips. “Oops.” you add to the silence, the insincerity clearer than you meant for it to be.
“Alright, let’s do it then.” he announces and you nod your head, wanting nothing more at this point than to sit on his face. “You sure you’re ready though?” He questions, a pointed and soft look that shows he genuinely wants to know if you’re ready. “Johnny, I’m practically leaking like a dam. Please, I want to do this.” He nods, sucking in a breath. “Okay, baby.”
He stands up from his knees before grabbing your hand and bringing you to the side of the bed. He smiles at you, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head. You’ll never get used to the sight of Johnny’s body, he really is gorgeous inside and out.
Going ahead, he climbs onto the bed, lying down in the centre and pointing at you. “Come’ere.” You obey, crawling to him and sitting back on parted knees, hands between your open thighs. Johnny can’t help the groan that leaves him as he strokes up your marked thighs, mouth salivating.
“Now you just gotta put your knees beside my head, baby.” He says, leaning back to rest his neck on the mattress. You follow his instructions, moving to place your knees on either side of his head so that you’re facing down his body. He places a hand on your thigh, stopping you. “Not that way, baby. Turn around, I want to see you.”
You gulp, a weak ‘okay’ your response. Turning around so you’re facing the headboard of the bed, you see his eyes peer up at you through his long lashes. You hover above him, your nerves now distracting you from how turned on you were, Johnny notices.
Quick to distract you from your thoughts, he licks a path up your inner thigh, collecting the juices that drip from you. You’re too high for him to reach, still hovering above his face. He grabs your hips, swiftly pulling you down onto his already parted lips. You are then left with no room in your mind to stress as it quickly fills with pleasure.
His tongue moves with skill around your clit, the feeling so foreign yet familiar. Of course Johnny’s eaten you out, just now like this. It’s so new it feels taboo to you, which only turns you on more as his warm tongue darts into your hole.
Johnny looks up and watches you as your lips part in moan after beautiful moan. Each time the sound sending blood pumping to his hard cock. His lips work to form an ‘o’ around your sensitive clit before he sucks on it. It sends your mind into a frenzy, your hips beginning to grind against his face.
He groans into you when your hands reach for tufts of his dark hair, lacing through each strand and tugging as you desperately find a way to keep yourself grounded. Each frenzied moan that leaves your mouth becomes more and more careless, the fucks to give leaving your thoughts.
His strong arms wrap securely around your hips, pulling you further into his mouth to the point you're almost worried. Johnny, however, has been waiting to do this with you for a long time, the need to have your cum covering his face overwhelms his need to breathe at this moment.
“Wanna ride your face.” you gasp between moans and Johnny groans beneath you, your words both turning him on and making him so proud that you're telling him what you want.
You feel him nod into you, loosening his hold on your hips and flattening his tongue. Your heart quickens its beat, but you push the anxiety to the back of your mind. You hesitantly start rocking your hips back and forth, the feeling making your eyes roll back and an unholy sound releasing from your chest.
You get no time to be embarrassed about it, and you don’t want to be. This feeling is a pure drug, he’s your ecstacy and you’re addicted. His nose bumps your clit and your fist your fingers in his hair, moving both your hips and his face against you.
Johnny can’t believe it. His timid girlfriend becoming so animalistically wild and using his face like a toy. It’s the turn on he never knew he wanted, but god does it feel good. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, working with you to rock them against his tongue.
Your breaths quicken, the heavenly feeling of your orgasm building up making the movement of your hips stutter and and falter. You’re lucky Johnny’s strong enough to keep you shifting over him. He watches your face carefully, looking for the expression he’s longing to see.
He picks up when your body loosens up, mouth parting and eyes going blank as you sit on the edge of euphoria. He quickly stops your movement, arms cementing you in place as he attaches his lips around your clit again and sucks. Fucking hard.
It pushes you into your orgasm as your eyebrows furrow and your mouth forms a perfect ‘o’. Your entire body shakes as spluttered and broken moans leave your lips along with short, gasped breaths.
Johnny watches you in amazement, pure admiration on his face as he watches you unfold on top of him. He couldn’t be prouder of you.
You go limp, gently lifting yourself from him but not after he cleans you up. You tumble down beside him as he wraps you in his arms. Safe with him. Always safe.
“You did so well, baby.” He mumbles into your ear, a smile gracing your lips as you hum a ‘yeah?’.
He hums back. “And you taste like heaven.”
You groan, really not wanting to hear about how your taste as a blush rises to your cheeks.
“Sweet like pumpkin pie.”
You scowl, slapping his bare shoulder as he laughs at you. Secretly you look pleased.
INTRO: Jeno Lee is one of the most renowned adult film actors of your time. You would gladly cast him in one of your films. If he had a submissive bone in his body, which he does not. What a shame, he'd look so pretty on his knees.
GENRES: Smut
PAIRING: dom! (afab) reader x sub/switch! jeno
WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, oral (receiving and giving), slight nipple play (receiving and giving), slight degradation going hand in with hints of humiliation (both giving), Reader has a pain kink (light masochism), edging, use of cockring, mentions of breath play/chocking, a bit of baby sub!Jeno, overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH MY BLOG IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE, PLEASE. ACCOUNTS WITH NO AGES STATED WILL BE BLOCKED.
WORD COUNT: 9.5k (wtf?!)
AUTHORS NOTE: *shyly peaks around the corner. "I'm back!"* Wow what has it been, 11 months since I've posted a fic. My bad (ㆆ_ㆆ). Life's been hectic I have to say but I'm hoping to participate in some kinktober fun this year! Feel free to drop into my inbox while a sort through some requests and life updates xox. Anyway, enjoy my make up fic featuring subby Jeno ◕‿◕ .
Jeno Lee is the most renowned adult film actor of your time. In other words, he’s the porn star of the century. He was recently in the paper claiming to be paving the way for male adult film which you thought was absolutely ridiculous. The reason being that Jeno Lee is just like every other well known male in the industry, being a heterosexual and dominant guy. What the fuck is revolutionary about that?
The reason that you follow people like Jeno Lee is not because you are an actor in the films themselves, but as you direct and produce them. Did you think that your degree in film production and media would get you here specifically? No, of course not but you get to do what you love and people pay well for what you create.
Your films are different to mainstream adult films that your friends in the industry produce. Where most of the plot surrounds the male being the dominant one, yours tend to always hold the women at a higher authority or at least the same as the men that are in your films.
You were told when you first got into the industry to produce a film that you would watch, and for you it is the empowering feeling of, for once, being in control and not feeling overpowered.
Because of your difference of genre, you’re often the person that your colleagues who produce more mainstream porn, chose to pick at. But you’re okay with them thinking you’re naive to produce such content, you always did prefer to be underestimated. They clearly have no idea that because the production of your content is niche, that it doesn’t mean the audience is. The demand for your films are higher than you would’ve ever imagined, and that means more money in you and your production teams’ pockets.
As your part of the industry is more niche, you prefer to hire male actors that are either switches or subs while female actors that are switches or doms. You want the actors in your genre to be more widely appreciated and acknowledged.
This is why you really can’t understand why the comments under your most recent videos are begging, screaming and willing to pay you to produce a film with Jeno Lee starring in it. He represents the exact opposite of what your content is supposed to show.
“Cut!” You shout, blinking a couple times to help concentrate back on the present. You stand from your chair walking up to the couple on the kitchen themed set. You get to them where Cece, your dom who plays a dominatrix in this film, is standing between the legs of Reece, the husband in need of what his wife fails to give him, who sits on the bench top.
“Guys, I need more movement.” You start glancing between the two who seem pretty rigid and you’re wondering why. They’ve worked together before with you, and they’re seasoned in the industry, so what could be wrong?
“I hate to say it, but you’re both moving like two virgins who are worried about touching no-no places.” Watching as the glance between each other you catch a look. Not much, but it’s not the look you exchange with a coworker, even in this industry.
Cece looks down at Reece, before grabbing his hand and holding it firmly in hers.
“Y/N,” she starts clearly nervous, but I have an idea what’s happening here.
“Reece and I, we’re- we’re a couple now.” She’s not looking at my face and it’s funny seeing her like this, considering she’s always so sure of herself. I nod understandingly also knowing - and slightly dreading - what is coming next.
“Y/N, we aren’t comfortable working together like this anymore, and we’ve talked about it lots.” She looks at Reece as he looks up at her through his lashes to smile. “We’re getting out of the game.”
Fuck.
You are very happy for the two, there’s no doubt about it, they’ve been working with you for over a year now. But this makes things slightly difficult for you, as finding subby/switch men is not exactly an easy feat. It’s like mining for gold, when you find one it’s the most precious thing, but laying eyes on one at all is the hard part. They’re out there, enough of them, but so many either don’t admit it or are already spoken for under another company.
“It’s all good guys.” You say genuinely watching their faces light up. “I only want you to be happy and that makes me happy.” Your smile makes them feel at ease, you can tell.
“Even though you’re both leaving me.” You fake a pout on your face causing them both to laugh, insisting that they will come and visit.
All three of us know that they won’t.
It’s just what happens, as much as we are a family when they’re here, when an actor or actress leaves they usually want to put as much space between their old and new life as possible. You don’t blame them or hold it against them, they’re starting a new chapter and porn star doesn’t exactly sound good on the resume or when starting conversations.
This doesn’t apply to everyone though. You smile thinking of your best friend, Amber. She was the first actress who had the courage to work for a new producer in your apartment complex’s basement 4 years ago. Ever since you’ve been inseparable, choosing to live only a short walk from each other, to save the arguing the two of you get into when living together didn’t work. Particularly over your love life which gets ignored while you play matchmaker in this case. Or the happy ending maker, you could say, depending on how you look at it.
The end of the filming day is a relief that came way too slow in your opinion. You place your hands on your hips looking around your newly refurbished studio. God, it’s been hard work getting to where you are now, but what a reward it is to have so much to show for it. Your studio is the one thing envied by others in the industry. It’s hard not to be with changing rooms for the actors and actresses, two custom sets that can be changed into a completely new scene effortlessly. Crap, you would be jealous of you.
You notice as Quinn starts making her way casually towards you and internally you groan, knowing exactly what she was going to harass you about before you can dodge her again. Quinn does a little bit of everything around here, almost having the same role as you, though she never wanted the responsibility of owning the business. She does casting, stage building, and a decent chunk of the finance work, proving to be probably the most important person you work with.
“So,” she drags out bumping her shoulder to yours, her pretty and short, pixie-cut hair spiked up makes you envy her even more than her skills do. Quinn was your friend in University, who studied business - of all things - and now uses it to pretty much be your second in command. Initially, out of Uni she was trying to become an entrepreneur. Clearly it didn’t work, but she needed something to do and you were starting to take off in the adult film industry. Her expertise in business and finance were and still are appreciated, so although she was only supposed to work with you until she had her next big idea, all of her thoughts went into bettering the business. She never had her next big idea, and now she’s been working with you for just over two years.
“I was avoiding you.” You sing-song, a fake chirpy sound that radiates your sarcasm. You catch her eyes roll from the corner of your vision, hoping, praying and almost begging that she was going to talk about the new costume shipment we just got.
“I’ve invited Jeno Lee to come in for a casting audition.” Ok that was definitely not what you were hoping to hear, and Quinn can tell by the look on your face.
You’re fucking kidding.
“Look Y/N, the demand is so high that if we don’t use him in a film they might actually start banging on the studio door.” She hurries to justify, and seeing your expression she grimaces, continuing, “They want your production quality, Y/N.”
“Yeah, and his dick.” You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest sulking. Quinn grabs you by your shoulders looking you square in the eye.
“I know you’re not happy about this Y/N, but you kinda need to suck it up and do it because this could mean more big things for us and the company.” Her eyes are telling you she understands, but to not fight her on this anymore.
Of course, you don’t accept that.
You push her arms from you, trying to hold your ground. Quinn has always been pushy but you push back harder.
“I couldn’t count on one hand the number of reasons why it’s so wrong to have Jeno working for us.” You plead, her gaze making you wonder why all of a sudden she’s an avid Jeno fucking Lee fan.
“Y/N-”
“Okay! First of all, I’m not going to be producing a film that has a dom heterosexual male, that’s just offensive to our audience.” Her face is blank, a slightly embarrassed look crossing her features and you smile, knowing you’re making a point.
Of course, you don’t stop there.
“Secondly, I’ve seen Jeno work and I can tell you right now that he couldn’t sub even if his life depended on it. Subs are disciplined, they listen and are responsive. Quinn, Jeno literally doesn’t tick any of our casts’ criteria except that he has a cock.” That felt good to say out loud, and the look on her face makes it feel even better.
You smile in victory, “Cancel the casting, I can find someone much better than Jeno Lee.”
“Aw, but I was looking forward to it.”
You freeze, smile dropping instantly. A deep voice? A reference to our conversation?
A glare is sent straight to Quinn as you gather up enough of your embarrassed consciousness. ‘Who the fuck is that?” You mouth rather aggressively, her reaction a sheepish smile.
“Jeno, this is Y/NN Y/LN.” She introduces you. With your back still to him, you’re unable to face the nemesis who doesn't know he’s your nemesis.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m Jeno, the one you don’t think is possible to cast for your role.”
A smugness in his tone makes you turn around with a tight, unfriendly smile on your face. His dark eyes burn into you as you try your best not to do what is only human. Check him out.
“I know who you are, don’t worry.” You say, and it hangs in the air for a moment before he raises a brow.
You turn on your heel, making a start for the practise room.
“Friends call me Y/NN , Jeno. You’re not a friend, you call me Y/N.”
When you don’t hear steps coming after you, you glance your eyes past your shoulder.
“Do you want to audition or not?”
He shakes his head in disbelief but walks towards you nonetheless. You motion to the far room on the right and he walks past you nonchalantly. When Quinn doesn’t follow, you shoot her a puzzled look.
“I’ve got to go home to George.” She states, shrugging her shoulders as if there’s nothing she can do about it, because George is so paranoid about her getting home.
“You’re kidding.” You deadpan and she gives you ‘the look’, the one that says sorry, not sorry. “I’m sure George is perfectly happy not having a woman around to boss him into getting off the couch for once.” You say, giving her the most desperate puppy dog eyes you could muster. “I’m sorry Viv, but if I don’t make him dinner he eats all the peanut butter.”
“You’re ditching me for your peanut butter eating cat? I’ll buy you more peanut butter. $200 worth of peanut butter if you just come with me.” You whisper yell after looking to see that Jeno walks into the room. She turns away from you, tipping an imaginary hat, “I’m off the clock, baby.”
At the risk of losing it in front of the remaining staff, you flip her the middle finger, mouthing the biggest ‘fuck you’ you could possibly do without breaking into a shout.
After your anger has simmered down you get to the small practice room where Jeno is waiting seemingly patient on the side bench. When he sees you walk in he laughs half-heartedly, “Do you normally leave your auditionees this long?”
“Only the ones I don’t like.” You know he meant it as a joke but you can’t help the snarky reply that leaves your lips. You try to flash him a small smile as an apology that you both know you don’t mean, but he takes it as one anyway.
You sit down near him, though a good few feet away, before passing him the short piece of script he would be reading from and would eventually play from if you give him the role.
“Normally, I would read it through with you.” You glance at him to see him already watching you curiously. You suck in a breath anxiously, “However, because of your experience I’m using one of our actresses to play the part with you.”
He tilts his head slightly and it makes your brain think of the resemblance he has with a golden retriever puppy. Soft, tufty hair with eyes dark and wide.
“Why?” is his response. It surprises you, but you instead furrow your brows in a confused way, almost as if asking why he would question you.
“I want to test compatibility. Since I already know you can act,” You glance at him, throwing a “somewhat.” in there, “I want to make sure you can do what I want you to do for me. Is that alright, Jeno?” You ask, glancing down at the script.
“Yes, Y/N, that's fine.”
Your eyes shoot up to him and narrow when he tries to not smirk. Though you see a flash of disappointment simmer in his. What is he playing at? Is he trying to show that he can follow orders? Trying to demonstrate obedience maybe? Whatever it is, he can stop it.
You pay him no mind, instead turning your attention to the closed door of the room, “Claire, can you come in now, please.” The door opens quickly and Claire, one of your older and more experienced actresses comes into the room, dressed in one of your favourite costume pieces. A dark blue babydoll corset set, the literal epitome of false innocence lingerie.
You stand and so does Jeno in his simple shorts sweatshirt that just works perfectly on him. Maybe he should wear that when we cast him.
If. If we cast him.
In this practice room, there are a small number of make-pretend sets. This is mainly so I can see what certain positions look like and how to change them for the cast if they, for some reason, can’t work with the scripted positioning.
This scene is going to be both intimate and hard core. I had originally written it for another couple I had paired, but they ended up loving an older scene I had written instead.
Claire comes to stand next to Jeno, and so I take a few steps out to be in front of them. This shouldn’t take longer than a half hour, you convince yourself.
“I actually wrote this scene for Harry and Sofia. As you know Claire, they chose the shower scene instead.” Claire nods as Jeno just watches you. His gaze sends shivers up your spine, but you shake them off.
“Because of that, I will have to do some adjusting in terms of positioning and some dialogue.” Jeno breathes out a quiet ‘okay’ as his eyes scan the script.
You nod to yourself going to set up parts of the small set you want to be used. The lounge chair will be used in this scene as well as the bed, other components will be used in the main set.
It takes you ten minutes to set everything up the way you want so you can get the most accurate performance possible.
Once you’re finished you place your hands on your hips letting out a deep sigh as you puff your lack of athleticism away. You turn to glance at Claire and Jeno on the bench practising lines, and you can’t help the streak of jealousy that you feel. Why though, is what you don’t understand.
Not paying it any attention you call them over.
Instructing them to stand where you want, you call out your favourite word.
“Action!”
Claire immediately stares deeply into Jeno’s eyes, placing her hands on his shoulders and pressing her body to his.
Watching Claire work is absolutely amazing, she’s one of the best doms you’ve worked with.
“What do good boys do when their mistress asks them to kneel?” she questions and you wait while Jeno gulps nervously. Cute touch.
“They kneel.” he replies and it makes you swallow instantly.
A harsh look passes through Claire’s features as she pushes his shoulders down harshly, “So then why aren’t you kneeling?”
You’re jealous. You can’t help it and you don’t know why but over the last hour you have somehow developed a spontaneous crush on Jeno Lee. You’re just a little deprived in the bedroom department, you tell yourself. It’s just a little lust, nothing big.
Jeno kneels and immediately you see something is off. You forgot knee pads. Internally cursing yourself you tell them to hold up while you bring him some.
“I don’t need them, Y/N, it’s fine.” Jeno tries to convince you but you just shake your head dismissively.
“I make everyone use them Jeno, no one working with me is leaving with joint problems.” You state as you kneel down beside him. He leans back onto his heels as you slide them in under his knees.
Your fingers gently brush his bare legs but you pretend you don’t care. You do care. You actually have little energy that’s holding you back from gripping his leg right now. He’s toned, and firm but not hard. Still soft enough for comfort. Fuck. You shake your head, quickly standing up and releasing a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.
Through the audition there were many parts where you had to step in to change some props or movement, but for the most part Jeno is actually good at pretending to be a sub, though some things are still off and you can’t quite place them.
Because this is a practice they obviously don’t actually have sex, but you like to position them as if they are.
“Jeno, you have to sit up more otherwise the camera won’t see your face. Claire can you lean to the side slightly? Is it still comfortable?”
“Yup, it’s okay Y/N.” she replies.
Currently Jeno is laid on his back, sort of slouched against the frame of the bed with a pillow behind him. Claire is sat straddling his waist as they imitate her riding him.
You're frustrated, and no not because of your little crush on Jeno. But because said man is not really interacting how you pictured the sub would be when you created this scene and it’s really getting on your nerves.
“Okay guys I think we should end it here.” You say loudly making sure they hear you over their fake panting.
Claire dismounts Jeno and gives him a hand up before coming to you.
“I like him.” She says winking and you’re torn between liking that she feels there is chemistry and being jealous that there is.
You just give her a friendly smile as you say your goodbyes. Checking the time on your phone, you grimace. It’s 8:30 pm, so much for half an hour.
Your eyes snap back to Jeno as Claire leaves the room and you stay looking at him for a moment. He stays laying down however, even as you get closer to him. Eventually, you sit at the end of the bed without him having given you a glance. “Did I get the part?” He asks through the silence.
You hide a laugh as you reply, “Yeah, you did.” He sits up to face you, with a hint of surprise showing in his facial features. “But I need to talk to you about a couple things first.” He sighs, giving the impression he knows what I’m going to say.
“It’s just that you don’t seem fully comfortable, Jeno. You don’t seem to be getting into it, feeling it.” You start, as he faces you fully, nodding his head. “I want to see the emotions as they hit you one after the other. I know you’re in uncharted territory with some of this but you’ve really got to try for me.”
His eyes seem to glass over slightly and you immediately panic. Did you say something? You were only trying to be constructive. His lips part and thankfully, he doesn't shed a tear.
“I have no idea what the fuck I’m supposed to be feeling, but it’s not happening with Claire.” He says, raising his voice slightly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
“Jeno, Claire knows what she’s doing. But if you were worried you should’ve told me.” You shrug. Feeling sorry he felt that way, you gave him a small smile.
“I was doing it because I thought it would make you happy, but I couldn’t even fake it.” His voice cracks slightly, and now you’re really confused.
Why the fuck does he care what you think?
Trying to be sympathetic you pat his back lightly. “Jeno, what you’re doing here is not something you can fake. It has to be real, you have to trust your dom and then let go.”
He nods, still seeming far away but you have an idea. You’ve been in the game a while, let’s be honest, and you’ve been filming it perfectly for 4 years. If there’s anyone who can teach Jeno to sub it’s you. You grab his arm pulling him to his feet as you do.
“Listen, this is gonna sound weird and I hope you don’t think it’s unprofessional but, I can teach you to sub.” You watch his face carefully for reactions as you say every word, not wanting him to think you’re weird for even suggesting it.
He doesn’t reply immediately and it makes you nervous. I mean if Claire can’t do it for him who do you think you are trying to tempt him. “Okay.”
You suck in a deep breath, relieved but trying not to show it. “We’re not actually fucking though. I’m just gonna make you feel like you want to. Maybe a tease.” You confirm, making sure that you’re both on the same page. A look you can’t quite place crosses his face but you could guess a mix of disgust, confusion and disappointment.
You grab his arm again making him look you in the eye, “subbing isn’t just about sex or doing what your dom wants, Jeno. It’s about feeling so safe, validated and confident that you can do those things. That you want to do those things”
He nods, and you’re yet to get a proper response from him. In fact, you don’t think you’ve heard him string a single sentence together in over an hour.
You nod too, not trying to pull words out of him. Jeno is a lot more fragile than you would have ever thought, it feels like he’s one wrong word from bursting into tears. He never seemed like this, but that’s what happens when you only see what they let you see.
You pull him to sit down again. “I need verbal consent, Jeno. Because if you want me to do this right now, I need to touch you. Sexually.”
You meet his eyes, but little did you know, his gaze had hardly left you since you were listing the reasons to not cast him a few hours ago.
“Yes, Y/N, help me be a good sub.”
His deep voice saying those words sends heat through your body, god you hope you look unaffected right now.
You gulp, hoping he doesn’t notice. “Let’s talk experience then, what have you done and liked when having sex.” He flashes you a knowing look, that you laugh off lightly.
“I know you’re a connoisseur of fucking,” you jokingly glare at him, “but I want to know about instances where you had something done to you, and you weren’t in control of it.”
He thinks for a moment, fingers fiddling with each other taking you to a dark place.
“I like hair pulling,” he states, not seeming embarrassed which is good, “I’ve kinda been choked and it was alright.”
You nod encouragingly, pleased he’s opening up.
You stand walking to the closet full of props, open it and peer inside.
“What are you looking for?” Jeno asks curiously from his place on the bed a good few metres away. “What are your experiences with sex toys like, Jeno?” You question, still rummaging through the closet trying desperately to find the special little toy.
“Uh, I mean I don’t really use toys on myself.” He says and you can hear the tinge of humiliation in his tone. You pop your head out of the closet to see him, “there’s no fun in that.” you say smiling widely as you pull out your favourite toy to use.
Closing the closet and walking back to him on the bed you tell him to open his palm and close his eyes. You turn the little toy on and quickly place it in his palm. Hearing it vibrate and feeling against his skin, Jeno can’t help but let out a quiet gasp that makes you smile.
“Open your eyes.”
His long lashes lift from his cheeks before he studies the object. “A cockring?” He half laughs. “A vibrating cock ring.” You correct, making you both laugh.
“Used one before?” You ask as he touches and prods it.
You’re guessing no.
“No, could be fun though.” He says as he does the thing where he looks at you with a suggestive undertone and you can’t lie about the way that look makes you feel. You don’t say another word, wondering if he’ll take the initiative and guess what he has to do next.
A perplexed look becomes evident on his face after a few moments of silence. “What’s wrong?” He asks, a slight annoyance in the tone lacing his beautiful voice. “Think about it, Jeno. What do doms like? You should know, you are one.” You state giving him a purposely constructed facial expression that screams ‘are you that dumb?’.
His face hardens, “I’m not begging.” His voice comes out blunt and flat. You force down a laugh, flashing him a wink, “I don’t want you to beg, yet. I just want you to ask if you want to try something.” You shrug as if it's as easy as that.
He rolls his eyes, an annoyed expression forced on you, “I want to try the cockring.”
That same blunt voice irritates you. Sitting forward, you lean close into him. So close that your breath fans over his mouth and cheeks.
His lips part as his eyes hood at the closeness. If it takes such a little action to make him turn to putty you start to seriously wonder if he doesn’t have even a little desire to submit to you.
You hesitantly bring your index finger to his bottom lip, tapping it softly.
The tips of your fingers then run across his jaw into the mess of his black hair.
“That was good, Jeno.” You whisper against his skin before fisting his delicate hair between your fingers. Not hard, but enough to feel a pull. “Now ask nicer.” A low groan that you don’t think he meant to let escape, passes through his teeth making you suck in a breath.
“Go on ask.” You push, trying to get him to stop with the attitude. “Pull harder then.” He smirks up at you, daring you, cause you won’t.
It’s your turn to smirk as you yank his whole head back, baring his flawless neck for you. You place a light kiss on his jugular, the feeling of his breath under your lips sending a thrill through your entire body. Without a filter, a pretty moan emits from between his lips, making your abdomen clench.
Finally.
“Are you ready for more?” You ask, hoping he says yes, because you aren’t ready for this to end yet. “I can take more.” Is his reply, to which you scoff.
“That’s not what I meant. I want you to tell me what you want, Jeno.” You put obvious emphasis on the words, it’s practically like speaking to a child. To further your point, you tighten your fist in his hair, making him arch his back a little and his front pressing lightly into you.
“Fine, Fine. As much as I enjoy you torturing me, I would absolutely love it if you put that little cock ring on my dick.” His words are laced in sarcasm but you chose to let it slide.
Releasing his hair from your fist, he whines. A pitiful sound really. “Didn’t tell you to let go.”
“Don’t be greedy, baby.” You toss him a glare. “Baby? If I get a pet name, what should I call you then?” He teases trailing a finger up the side of your arm, both tickling you and yet leaving you covered in goosebumps.
“Call me whatever you want, as long as it’s not something I would expect of an alpha male.” You say, adding air quotes and a disgusted tone around ‘alpha male’.
You turn to grab the toy from where you placed it on the bed, before reaching past Jeno to the bedside table drawer where you pull a new tube of lube from.
“Mommy. I want to call you mommy”
You choke. What the fuck did he just say.
As much as it takes you off guard, the thought of him calling you mommy makes you breathe a little harder, before you can even notice the effect it has on you.
Jeno notices though. Oh, he notices. “Well, I don’t exactly take you as a mistress to be honest, you’re softer. Mommy.”
“Uh, no I don't think so.” You say stumbling over your words.
“Aww, why?” He whines. “I like the way it makes you shift around and if I didn't know any better I’d say it turns you on.” His whisper suddenly makes your mouth dry. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Jeno’s eyes follow the movement, before connecting with your eyes again.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, nicely?
You shake your head, no.
“Please, mommy.”
You’re too stunned to speak or move before he quickly leans in to capture your lips with his. Jeno kisses with passion. So much emotion travels through the way his tongue strokes and sucks on yours. His desperation and lust travels well in the way his hands find your waist, twisting in the fabric of your hoodie.
God, it’s the way his intensity matches perfectly with yours and yet pushes you so far at the same time. You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s kissing you right now.
He grabs your hips, his fingertips digging into your soft skin. Forcefully he pushes you back into the surface of the mattress, winding you slightly.
Slowly you push him off you, much to his dismay, as he complains and whines to keep making out. You take a second to get your breath back before you can properly think about what happened.
“Jeno, you took control there, did you realise?” You say as his hands dance over the fabric of your jeans. “Yeah.” He responds, the look in his eyes telling you it’s going in one ear and out the other.
You can’t help the smile that forces its way onto your lips.
“Just be aware of it, and push it back. This is what is going to get the subby side of you to come out and play.”
You begin to twirl the cockring between your fingers while Jeno watches closely, waiting for you to do something, anything at this point.
“Now, I actually really want to try this on you.” You muse, lifting an eyebrow as you point a look at him.
He doesn’t say anything, though you’re sure he can’t tell when he’s being called upon at this point. “Baby, I can’t put it on you when you’re dressed.” You take pleasure in the way a blush coats his cheeks, until he rushes to take his shorts off.
You grab his wrist tightly, making his puppy-like eyes stare into yours. “Slowly, Jeno. Take it all off.” You release his wrist from your grip and lean back onto your hands as you watch him stand about a foot or two from where you rest on the bed.
He slowly nudges his shorts down his legs, kicking them to the side, before he unzips his hoodie. It falls from his broad shoulders, hitting the floor, but neither him or you care about that. A white t-shirt and his navy briefs are left covering what you are quietly salivating to see. He pinches the bottom of his shirt before slowly pulling it from his body.
His body is exactly how you put him together in your head. Toned, flawless and defined muscles softly carve out the contours of his abdomen. Biceps that look strong and comfortable draw your attention back down to his fingertips that dance tauntingly along his waist line.
“Unless you’ve decided to be a brat, I would suggest you don’t tease. It tends to bite you on the ass.” You threaten with a smile. “Yes, mommy. Whatever you want, mommy.” He replies with a snide expression that you find amusing, before you gesture for him to carry on.
His fingertips push under his underwear until he is pulling them down his legs, when they finally reach the floor. His cock hits his abdomen as it is finally freed of confinement. He’s still half soft luckily, otherwise the cockring wouldn’t be used. The harsh red tip looks swollen and needy. You wish you could say you weren’t turned on, you really do. It’s not like you’ve never seen Jeno naked before either, I mean, in this industry your body is never truly your own. Everyone will remember you as the ‘guy with the small dick’ or the ‘girl with huge knockers’. It’s objectifying, but your body is usually recognised before your face or name.
You sit up, patting the spot on the bed beside you. He eagerly sits opposite you and you really can’t help but lean down to his lap, enveloping his tip in your warm and wet mouth. Jeno immediately groans before pushing your head down the rest of his shaft, making you gag. You try to pull yourself up to no avail. To get him to listen you lightly pinch his thigh making him yelp and remove his palm from the back of your head.
You reel your head up quickly before he can push you back onto him and thank yourself that you learned to hold back a gag. “I’m so sorry-”
You slap his dick lightly knowing that the sensitivity alone will make it painfully good. He hisses in response before it turns into a long, drawn out moan. “You love the pain don’t you, you desperate whore?” You ask sadistically, enjoying his slight discomfort for thinking he can force you to blow him. You don’t usually prefer degrading partners in your own sex life, but brats who can’t control themselves call for some humiliation.
When he stays silent you push his chest with your palm until he’s laid flat on the bed. “Let’s see how you like this.” You say excitedly, finally feeling he’s ready to put the cockring on.
Still, he’s not fully erect yet, so you lube his dick up, careful to not stimulate him too much before you gently slide the ring onto him.
“How does that feel?” You ask, making sure he’s comfortable. Your fingers resist playing with his pretty cock in favour of tracing a few slow shapes on his abdomen as you wait for his reply.
“It feels nice.” He sighs, and you nod in approval, tapping the ring lightly, making him wriggle. You grin, coming up to straddle his waist and Jeno goes to hold your hips until he frowns.
“Why are you wearing clothes?” You let out a laugh because he clearly didn’t actually listen to what you have said. “This isn’t about me Jeno, this is getting you to submit and that means you have to want me, not fuck me.” You state matter of factly.
His face contorts as you speak, a look crossing his features that says ‘you manipulated me’. “That’s not fair. Isn’t the point of subbing wanting to please you too? I can’t show you if I’m doing that well while you’re still dressed.” His face is confident like he knows he’s made a valid point.
Fine.
You hop off the bed and remove your hoodie and tank top before pulling down your jeans to your ankles which you then kick off. Leaving you in your bra and panties, you then straddle him again. “Happy.” you raise a brow. “It’ll do.” He winks. You don’t know why he’s so smug when he’s the one with the vibrating ring of edging attached to his dick.
“I want your hands to stay still, Jeno.” You say sternly grabbing both his wrists and placing them above his head. “And I want them to stay here. Can you do that?” “Sure can, mommy.” You mutter a low ‘Good’ before reaching behind yourself and grabbing is dick making him suck in a breath. You reach for the base, switching it on.
It’s instantaneous, the way Jeno initially vibrates beneath you for a second and afterwards lets out the loudest moan you’ve heard from him thus far. A stream of curses leave his mouth as you hear the little toy buzz away, amusing you as you watch the man beneath you start to fall apart already.
His skin already has a light sheet of sweat coating him as you take in every little detail about him at this moment. His quivering lips as he tries to not cry out like you know he wants to. He arms struggling to stay above his head, needing something - or someone - to ground himself to. His brow is trembling as he tries to fight the urge to close his eyes so that he can watch you. He’s always watching you.
“Fuck, Y/N, take it off I’m gonna cum.” Jeno’s words come out strained as he tries to keep himself from climax, oblivious to what you have in mind. Perhaps Jeno’s forgotten what else a cockring can do. “Y/N, please.” You fake gasp in surprise. “Jeno Lee, did you just beg me?” Grinning you lean down, your breath tingling against his lips, dry from panting. You lick over his mouth, his own tongue trying to capture yours through his constant moans.
“I’m gonna start begging if you don’t actually touch me, instead of making the toy do it all.” His smugness is evident as the cockring brings him closer to orgasm, or so he thinks.
In retaliation, you decide to help along. Slowly you lean towards his chest and pinch both of his hard nipples. A hiss is the only reaction you get, so you begin to nip at them instead. Rolling them between your teeth seems to do the trick.
His hands fly down to grip at your hair and you peer up at him through your lashes.
Grabbing his wrists again you place them above his head. “What did I say?” your tone is low but Jeno doesn’t care, throwing his head to the side as he all but yells that he’s cumming.
His body convulses, but it only takes him a few moments to realise he can’t fully cum.
“What the actual fuck?” he curses, glaring up at you. Quickly switching the toy off before it can overstimulate him, you only snicker, enjoying the way strands of his hair stick to his slick forehead.
“I’m delaying your orgasm.” You state simply and his reaction is priceless. His mouth gapes slightly as his eyes harden. Jeno reaches forward, abandoning your no touching rule and grabs you by the hips. “You’ve had it your way long enough, come here.” He grumbles, but you slap his hands away. “What’re you doing, Jeno?” You ask confused but mildly amused by his antics. “You’re gonna sit on my face and I’m gonna get my reward for being good.” Is his reply which only makes you scoff. “Funny way of asking, Jeno, but no this isn’t about me.” You finish, wanting to end it there.
“Like fuck it is. I’m not doing this anymore if you don’t let me touch you.” His ultimatum is tempting. Would letting him please you really be that wrong? If anything it should help him become more submissive, but he has to actually listen to you for that to happen. “Fine. But on my terms.” you negotiate and it’s fair you think, but of course Jeno wouldn’t agree.
“Sit on my face. Now.” expressionless, he tries to pull your hips towards him, but you shoo him. “Okay, okay. Just let me do it.” You sigh.
You gently place your knees either side of his head, facing his body before waiting.
“Now do you want me to beg for your pussy?” Jeno asks beneath you, in a sarcastic tone. “Might be nice.” you muse, hellbent on teasing the shit out of him.
However, Jeno has no patience for it. He pulls your panties to the side and knocks your left knee outwards causing you to fall right onto his face. “Shit” you hiss, leaning down so that your arms are either side of his abdomen. Switching the little toy back on, beneath you Jeno groans deeply into your pussy, making you clench around his tongue.
He focuses on your sensitive clit, sucking hard causing you to slightly lift off of him. He has none of it and wraps his arms snuggly around your waist, pulling you closer to his mouth. His nose probs at your hole and you can’t resist the urge to grind down against it. Jeno moans as you get more into it, obviously feeling like he has achieved something.
“Do you like being drowned in my fucking pussy, baby?” you only manage to get out through moans. His response is a deep rumble that transfers from his chest to your pussy. “Fuck.” you throw your head back, reaching a hand behind you to grab a fistful of his hair, holding his head to you as you get closer and closer.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum on your useless tongue if you keep doing that baby boy.” He buries his head even deeper into you if it’s possible, tripling his efforts to make you cum, forgetting all about his own release. You ride his face harder as you begin to feel your orgasm get closer. Your moans become a mess of gibberish and curse words as Jeno tightens his grip around your waist to keep you stable. When you cum it’s a white hot flash, it rattles your body, but Jeno keeps you steady, softly licking and sucking you through it. You’re gasping for air and trying to pull yourself off of his mouth, beginning to get overstimulated when he starts setting a pace again.
“Nuh Uh. That is not how this is going to fucking go, you don’t deserve more than one after the attitude you’ve been giving.” You say, trying to sound threatening, but it falls on Jeno’s deaf ears. Too caught up in taking you to your next high, you don’t even think he’s realised you’ve already cummed.
“Shit.” you curse as the stimulation starts to become too much. Usually you can go orgasm to orgasm pretty well, but the way Jeno is only using his tongue and can have it everywhere at once, is truly amazing.
Choosing to take control over the situation again, you lean down towards his abdomen, spitting in your hand before quickly starting to pump him. The overstimulation you’re feeling has to be tiny compared to Jeno’s, especially given as soon as you touch him, he yelps and groans into your pussy.
His arms around your waist loosen, but you’ve decided to stay positioned as you are. This is as it obstructs Jeno from seeing what you’re doing, as well as trapping him under your body. You're still pumping him rather aggressively and coming to love the way he reacts to your touch.
“Shit, Y/N. I can’t do it like this, it's too much.” He whimpers, his muscles beneath you quivering and you can’t help but smirk. “What happened to Mommy? Too far gone already to remember my title?” You mock, giving the tip of his cock a little extra attention to which he reacts by grasping your ankles near his head.
You feel his chest inflate as he sucks in a deep breath, anchoring himself the best he can by squeezing your ankles. His body becomes rigid beneath you as the breaths escaping his lungs quickly turn laboured and drawn out. You pump him faster, a noise of surprise emitting from you when you feel his teeth sink into the flesh of your inner thigh.
You can’t help the moan that escapes you as he presumably distracts himself by biting harshly into your soft, sensitive skin again and again. Fuck, you swear you almost cum again right there when he licks over his bite, all the way up to your pussy, following the streaks of juices that run down your thighs. He then slurps around your hole, lewd noises filling the room as you can no longer fight the urge to grind down on his face again.
It seems that the more you try to tease Jeno, the more he seems to tease you back. The thing is, you genuinely can’t tell whether he’s doing it on purpose or just trying to find a way to stop himself from taking charge.
Either way you decide to get one more ruined orgasm out of him before you remove the cockring. Before he can even comprehend what you’re doing, you’re sliding your lips down his whole cock. Enveloping him fully in your mouth as your sealed lips touch the vibrating ring.
You moan around him as he trembles under you, giving you a rush of adrenaline as you realise that you’re in control of this man. This gorgeous man that you never though in a thousand years would want to fuck you. To be fair you never thought you’d want to fuck him but that's obviously all in the wind now.
You feel all the signs before he cums and you can’t help but to wish you could see his face as you torture him through this. His fingers almost go white with how tight he’s gripping your ankles, and once again you feel him bite deeply into the flesh of your thigh, making you moan on his cock. Fuck, you never though that you would be into pain like this but there’s something about the way the ache and burn makes the pleasure 10 times better.
His body becomes rigid as he cums for the second time, and you’re quite impressed with how he’s managed to not bust sooner. Yet again, you remember the industry you both work for and it’s kinda in the job description to last as long as possible.
More loud curses and groans leave his lips as he has another ruined orgasm, much to his dismay. With that you switch off the little toy, and pop him out of your mouth. Making sure to give his sensitive tip an extra long goodbye, causing him to hiss and scratch at your ass cheeks.
“Go on baby, I like the pain.” You grin looking at him over your shoulder. Eager to finally see the mess he’s in, you swing your legs back towards you so that you’re not straddling his head anymore.
What you see is exactly what you were hoping would become of him. His face is absolutely covered in your cum, with some in his hair pasting it to his forehead. His pupils are blown wide, looking at you half dazed and wrecked. His lips parted and chewed make you want nothing more than to lean down and kiss them.
He looks like a real sub right now, you have to say. So, to comfort him, you lean down and place a tender kiss onto his lips. You gently brush the hair from his forehead, thinking how absolutely beautiful he looks and how you’d prefer to have him layered in your cum any day.
You softly glide your fingertips down his abdomen, to which he wiggles, whimpering more.
“Shh, shh, baby it’s okay. I’m gonna take it off since you’ve been such a good boy.” You whisper, pressing your thumb over his cheek to soothe him. Seeing him calm down again, you carefully free his still hard cock from the torturous toy.
As you do, spurts of his cum dribble from his tip. Jeno moans loudly at the release from the toy, though still rock hard, he begins to whimper for you. “Mommy, I need to cum, please. I want you.” He tosses his head from side to side, fingers clasping onto your wrists so you can’t leave.
“Tell me how you want me, baby.” You say tamely, all traces of your harsh tones gone as Jeno falls deeper into a mild sub space. He shakes his head, “Mommy please!” He cries, on the verge of tears. “Baby boy, you know what you want. Let me do it for you. Just tell me.” You coo, blowing over his half closed eyelids.
His eyes, big and glassy, make you melt and at this point you’d do anything that he asks you to do, if it makes him happy. “Want you to ride me.” He says finally, studying your face to make sure it will make you happy too.
Your smile reaches your eyes and Jeno relaxes more, glad you’re being so good to him. “Of course baby.” you whisper, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He nods, muttering a 'thank you' under his breath and complete adoration shows on your face as you watch this full grown, sexy beast of a man turn to the cutest baby boy you could ever have imagined.
You delicately move your body around his, careful to not brush against him too hard. You fling your panties off fully, them being completely and utterly destroyed. Sodden and chewed like a puppy had stolen your washing. You pay them no further attention, as you toss them and your bra somewhere out from your vision.
Jeno -aching to hold any part of you- digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips, pulling a cracked moan from your lips. Loving the pain it brings, you press your hands on top of his, forcing his nails to break tiny little crescent moon shapes into your skin. It elicits a pornographic moan from you that Jeno can’t help but follow with his own as he watches you roll your eyes, all but cumming on the spot.
“Please, mommy. I can’t wait any more.” He pleads, snapping you out of your daze and bringing your attention back to him. “I know baby, I’m sorry.” You stroke his hair, reassuring him he’ll get what he wants.
You once again straddle him, this time on the tops of his thighs, only an inch or two from where he wants you to sit. With your index finger tip, you trace absent minded words for a moment before Jeno begins to fidget anxiously, not wanting to keep telling you to hurry up.
Finally you sigh, a bittersweet feeling nagging in your chest before you slowly move to sink down on his abused cock. You first tease yourself on the tip, sinking your pussy around him shallowly before lifting your hips. Jeno tries to let you enjoy himself, he really does, but god he’s more needy than he’s ever been in his life and he can’t help the way his hips lift to slip himself inside. You both groan, his hands finding your waist once again to support you as your back arches and your eyes are cast to the ceiling.
Fuck. How can someone fit so perfectly? How is it that you happen to be having the best sex of your life with Jeno Lee? The world has a fucking weird way of bringing people together, you can say that for sure.
His bare cock grinding against the walls of your pussy makes your hands desperate to hold something. You grip his hair meaning to lean down to him, instead he shifts, sitting up so that you’re now in the lotus position, rather than the cowgirl.
This position immediately feels much more intimate. One of your hands is tugging in his hair, while the other is on the mattress as support. Jeno’s arms are wrapped around you and as he’s now pressed to you, he slides your left nipple into his warm mouth.
Groans, whimpers and the sounds of skin on skin fill the room's atmosphere as you rock against each other in a slow paced rhythm. “I won’t last long.” He mumbles around your nipple, like a child being breastfed. “Can’t last with you like this.” He adds sucking in a breath as he hits a spot that makes you clench relentlessly around his dick.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m with you.” You say, assuring him, you’re close too. After another few thrusts he tenses, biting down on the flesh of your breast firmly enough to send a shiver right down to your pussy as you tighten around him. Your fist in his hair tugs harshly at his delicate roots, doing well to push him over the edge as you keep rocking against him.
After a moment when you don’t stop, he begins to whine. “Please Y/N, I’m so sensitive.” The end of the sentence becomes a sob directed to the crock of your neck where he pricks your skin with his teeth. “I’m so close, baby, don’t you want to make mommy cum.” You pant, clit rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone as he wounds your neck so good it has your eyes rolling back. “Please, mommy, cum on me, please.” He pleads into your skin between his sharp and pointed nips.
His words tip you over the edge, a euphoric high washing over you. Like something you’ve never truly felt before. It shakes through your body, making every vein in your body stop circulating for a moment. And through it all, Jeno is holding you with a stability worth admiring even in his own exhaustion.
Once you’ve recovered enough to gain enough strength in your muscles to move, you slowly lift yourself from him. You both gasp, bodies overly responsive to even the slightest graze. You flop beside him, resting for a moment before you lean over to the bedside table, pulling out a couple bottles of water and a towel.
Jeno looks at you weirdly before you defensively explain yourself, “This is a porn set, Jeno, I don’t know why you’re surprised.” You shrug smiling at his goofiness.
He turns to his side to observe you, a look of wonder crossing his face. “I think I subbed.” It makes you giggle the way he says it with such disbelief.
“You were really good Jeno, I’d say you’re more of a switch though.” You praise glancing towards him to see his eyes already watching you. Always watching you.
“Only for you.” He whispers, making you blush as he traces his fingertips over the marks on your neck.
“As cute as that is, it may be a problem because my place is behind the camera and yours is in front of it.” You sigh, a humorous tint underlying your tone as you turn your head to flash him a sheepish smile.
He hums, a look of what you can only point out as happiness covering his beautiful features. “Might be time to change that then. Maybe I could teach you a bit about acting.” He chuckles and you can’t help but laugh along with his ridiculous idea. You in front of the camera? Hell no. But he tried for you so you'll try for him.
Dry humping: also known as outercourse, frottage, or dry sex, is a non-penetrative sexual activity in which a person grinds against another person or object to elicit pleasure.
INTRO: October is here and so are all the spooky feelings. For you and Jaemin those aren't just the monsters. Who knew you could have a deep lust for someone who's practically grown up as you're brother. Now that's scary. It's weird but it works.
GENRES: Smut
WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, dry humping, hair pulling - overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, PLEASE!
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This kinktober the word is my oyster! I'm going to finish this October even if I'm late an a day that is my guarantee. Let me know if there's a member and kink you want to to incorporate and watch out for the kinktober chronicles masterlist that will be coming out.
The microwave beeps before you draw your eyes up from your phone, placing it in your pocket and pushing off the kitchen counter. Grabbing the popcorn out, you inhale the sweet, salty aroma that reminds you of family movie nights.
Pouring it into a bowl, you walk into the living room where Jaemin is sitting on the couch, phone in hand scrolling social media. “Here.” you say, placing the bowl on his lap before you plop down beside him.
Jaemin is your friend more by obligation than choice, as your parents have been best friends since you can remember. Now that you and Jaemin are out of highschool they frequently go out as a group, making you two hang out at home when you’re both back from college.
“What’re we watching?” He asks, no curiosity whatsoever in his voice as he hardly looks up. You watch him, focused on his phone and you have to say, Jaemin has gotten much more attractive since you last saw him. No more cheek fat and awkward hairstyles; he’s cooler now.
You grin turning towards the t.v., “Porn.” the word slips nonchalantly from your mouth while gaze at him amusedly. He chokes out, eyes lifting to you as a flustered look crosses his face. “I’m kidding.” you joke laughing, “don’t look so scared.”.
You eventually chose a horror movie, deciding to get into the start of October spirit, when your parents text you, saying they got caught in a light storm coming our way and to stay inside. You turn to Jaemin, telling him he’ll have to stay the night when harsh winds howl outside.
“Yeah, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He says nodding. You agree, disappearing to get some blankets and pillows. When you get back to the living room, Jaemin is on the floor looking a little uncomfortable.
He looks up at you as you dump the array of linen to the ground beside him before plopping down too. With your knees to your chest, you gasp and feel Jaemin grab your hand when the lights suddenly go out, leaving you in complete darkness.
“Y/N?” Jaemin whispers, and you squeeze his hand in reassurance. “It’s okay, just the lights.” you say, trying to sound confident, but not being able to cover the shake in your voice. “Why the fuck does this shit always happen in holloween season?” Jaemin curses, fingers still interlocked with yours.
“Maybe it’s the reason why it’s halloween season, Jaemin.” You grin pulling your hand from his and wiggling your fingers, trying to be creepy. He only gives you a sarcastic smile that you catch under the low glow of the moon. “haha, so funny.” leaving his lips, unamused by your antics.
A loud crash sounds outside as the streak of the lightning illuminates the room briefly. You yelp, your body jumping onto Jaemin so that you’re basically curled in his lap. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “It’s okay.” he soothes into your hair, the affirmation making you relax in his hold. You stay like that for a moment and the both of you are okay with that.
You sigh relieved, and begin to wiggle in his lap, signalling you’re okay and ready to be let go. When he doesn’t budge, you move your body even more, struggling to free yourself. Becoming frustrated, you twist in his hold. “Jaemin, let me go, I’m okay now.” you mutter, annoyed as his grip tightens around you.
He tentatively pushes you down into him, and you stiffen when you feel him harden beneath you. “Jaemin,” you half laugh, wondering what the fuck is going on, “Jaemin, what’re you doing.” With your back to him, you feel slightly uncomfortable, not being able to see what his face is displaying.
“Feels good.” He mumbles, mouth pressing into the back of your hair. He shallowly thrusts into you, making an involuntary moan escape your lips. He growls, gripping your hips and pushing you around so that you’re facing him.
As you finally see his face, another bolt of lightning strikes but you don’t flinch. It highlights all the defining bones and angles of his perfect face. But what jolts you the most is that his eyes seem blank. Void of emotion except for a raw and primal look of lust, directed at you.
His hands, still on your hips keep you in place as he begins to rut into you, leaving you with nothing to do but grip onto his shoulders. Your fingers subconsciously thread through his hair, nails grazing his scalp. The light tingly, scratching sensation makes Jaemin grunt, pushing his face into your neck. He nips at your skin, your laboured breathing making him work harder.
Thunder and lightning crash around you, but neither of you pay any mind to it. Too caught up in your own momentary bliss, hazed by the fog of lust. The friction on your clit through your shorts is too good to stop.
Soon you begin to move your hips against him too, greedy for release and eager as Jaemin to get you both to the end. You can’t help the thought of your life long friendship becoming ruined because of this but get no time to regret it as Jaemin connects his lips with yours. The kiss is foreign and so exciting it makes the both of you moan into each other as his tongue sucks on yours.
You lean your head back for air, Jaemin whining but latching his lips to your throat as you focus on the sensations. God, you can feel his hard cock through his sweatpants and you drool thinking how he would actually feel inside your aching pussy. His lips on your neck, mark the soft skin with lust driven hunger. It’s frantic, the way he layers kiss after kiss along your jugular.
You can’t help the way your hips rotate on his, you’re so god damn greedy for anything from him. His needy hands grip and practically claw at any part of you he can reach. You lean down to connect your lips with his again, panting into his mouth and him into yours.
“Fuck.” you moan into him. Jaemin hums back, sweat beading down his forehead. Even as the October storm rages outside, you two are blazing with heat. Your brow furrows when you grind down and the stimulation on your clit is delicious. You wildly follow that pleasure and Jaemin watches you in amusement as the desperation for his own orgasm flares up.
“Need you to come.” He mutters, pressing his lips to your chest. Getting there. You’re definitely getting there. Your body feels like it’s on fire, a trail of scorching heat following everywhere he touches your sensitive skin. God, it’s better than any sex you’ve had before you’ve still got clothes between you.
You think it’s all in the imagination though, you can perfectly depict what he would feel like sliding into you. The length you feel through the thin layers of clothes does little to hide the fact he has a big dick. They key to how you’re feeling isn’t only in envisioning it, you can genuinely feel him in you. But fuck you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t beg for the real thing.
You gasp as his hands cup your breasts, fingers doing their best to toy with you through your layers. Your fingers find his locks again, tugging harshly at their roots, now full of less hesitation. Jaemin whines, the pretty sound sending chills up the length of your spine and bliss that cures the ache in your muscles.
One of his hands leaves your breast, deliberately grazing over your clothed stomach. It surprises you when he casually dips his fingers past the elastic of your shorts, past your panty line and straight to your clit.
Your gasp in his ear only spurs him on as you don’t push him away. “C’mon Y/N, please cum for me.” He pleads, lips wet and eyes wide. “Bet you look so good when you cum.” The dirty words make you moan, his want for you to come turning you on as he continues grinding against your upper thigh, needing his own release too.
Your own sweat dribbles past your lips, you swipe it away with your tongue before Jaemin licks the seam of your mouth, dipping his own tongue in to taste. You’re too fucking far gone to even be grossed out that he did it, and you’re sure he doesn’t give a flying fuck wheather or not you do.
His fingertips on your clit massage in hard, fast circles, your tongue almost falling from your mouth at the needed friction against your swollen clit. Your hips still, your high but a moment
away before he pinches your clit lightly, tipping you over the edge. The orgasm is prolonged as Jaemin continues tracing small shapes into your clit, loving how wet you feel on his fingers, it helps him reach his climax as he ruts erratically against your pussy.
You pant and gasp at the over stimulation, but pleased it turns him on so much that he can cum even though you never touched him. “Shit.” He gasps, forehead falling into you, wet patch forming evidently on his sweatpants. The sight alone makes you want nothing more than to pop him into your mouth and feel him cum down your throat.
You stop yourself though, instead pushing some strands of his dark, damp hair from his face. His eyes pierce you, a feeling of excitement shooting through from your fingertips to your toes. “More?” you whisper, wanting nothing else than to continue on this path into the night until there’s no going back.
“Happy October.” He answers, his pretty, puffed lips turning up into a grin.
I don’t know where you are in the world but I hope you’re doing good. Because your writings are so good and as soon as I discover you, you’re gone. When you drop another banger I’ll be here to support🫡🫡🫡🫡
Hello gorgeous, how are you! It has been a while and yes I have been MIA for a while (nearly a year) but I was always committed to coming back once life settled down a bit.
Granted, life has not settled down but I am putting life on hold so I can try participate in kinktober this year! Yayy. so you can look out for those, oh, and I also just dropped something a bit longer to feed you guys.
Let me know how you're going today, I'd love to hear <3
Hope, hope, hope the wait is worth it and hope you guys see a change as I've (hopefully) gotten better as a writer. xox
INTRO: Jeno Lee is one of the most renowned adult film actors of your time. You would gladly cast him in one of your films. If he had a submissive bone in his body, which he does not. What a shame, he'd look so pretty on his knees.
GENRES: Smut
PAIRING: dom! (afab) reader x sub/switch! jeno
WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, oral (receiving and giving), slight nipple play (receiving and giving), slight degradation going hand in with hints of humiliation (both giving), Reader has a pain kink (light masochism), edging, use of cockring, mentions of breath play/chocking, a bit of baby sub!Jeno, overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH MY BLOG IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE, PLEASE. ACCOUNTS WITH NO AGES STATED WILL BE BLOCKED.
WORD COUNT: 9.5k (wtf?!)
AUTHORS NOTE: *shyly peaks around the corner. "I'm back!"* Wow what has it been, 11 months since I've posted a fic. My bad (ㆆ_ㆆ). Life's been hectic I have to say but I'm hoping to participate in some kinktober fun this year! Feel free to drop into my inbox while a sort through some requests and life updates xox. Anyway, enjoy my make up fic featuring subby Jeno ◕‿◕ .
Jeno Lee is the most renowned adult film actor of your time. In other words, he’s the porn star of the century. He was recently in the paper claiming to be paving the way for male adult film which you thought was absolutely ridiculous. The reason being that Jeno Lee is just like every other well known male in the industry, being a heterosexual and dominant guy. What the fuck is revolutionary about that?
The reason that you follow people like Jeno Lee is not because you are an actor in the films themselves, but as you direct and produce them. Did you think that your degree in film production and media would get you here specifically? No, of course not but you get to do what you love and people pay well for what you create.
Your films are different to mainstream adult films that your friends in the industry produce. Where most of the plot surrounds the male being the dominant one, yours tend to always hold the women at a higher authority or at least the same as the men that are in your films.
You were told when you first got into the industry to produce a film that you would watch, and for you it is the empowering feeling of, for once, being in control and not feeling overpowered.
Because of your difference of genre, you’re often the person that your colleagues who produce more mainstream porn, chose to pick at. But you’re okay with them thinking you’re naive to produce such content, you always did prefer to be underestimated. They clearly have no idea that because the production of your content is niche, that it doesn’t mean the audience is. The demand for your films are higher than you would’ve ever imagined, and that means more money in you and your production teams’ pockets.
As your part of the industry is more niche, you prefer to hire male actors that are either switches or subs while female actors that are switches or doms. You want the actors in your genre to be more widely appreciated and acknowledged.
This is why you really can’t understand why the comments under your most recent videos are begging, screaming and willing to pay you to produce a film with Jeno Lee starring in it. He represents the exact opposite of what your content is supposed to show.
“Cut!” You shout, blinking a couple times to help concentrate back on the present. You stand from your chair walking up to the couple on the kitchen themed set. You get to them where Cece, your dom who plays a dominatrix in this film, is standing between the legs of Reece, the husband in need of what his wife fails to give him, who sits on the bench top.
“Guys, I need more movement.” You start glancing between the two who seem pretty rigid and you’re wondering why. They’ve worked together before with you, and they’re seasoned in the industry, so what could be wrong?
“I hate to say it, but you’re both moving like two virgins who are worried about touching no-no places.” Watching as the glance between each other you catch a look. Not much, but it’s not the look you exchange with a coworker, even in this industry.
Cece looks down at Reece, before grabbing his hand and holding it firmly in hers.
“Y/N,” she starts clearly nervous, but I have an idea what’s happening here.
“Reece and I, we’re- we’re a couple now.” She’s not looking at my face and it’s funny seeing her like this, considering she’s always so sure of herself. I nod understandingly also knowing - and slightly dreading - what is coming next.
“Y/N, we aren’t comfortable working together like this anymore, and we’ve talked about it lots.” She looks at Reece as he looks up at her through his lashes to smile. “We’re getting out of the game.”
Fuck.
You are very happy for the two, there’s no doubt about it, they’ve been working with you for over a year now. But this makes things slightly difficult for you, as finding subby/switch men is not exactly an easy feat. It’s like mining for gold, when you find one it’s the most precious thing, but laying eyes on one at all is the hard part. They’re out there, enough of them, but so many either don’t admit it or are already spoken for under another company.
“It’s all good guys.” You say genuinely watching their faces light up. “I only want you to be happy and that makes me happy.” Your smile makes them feel at ease, you can tell.
“Even though you’re both leaving me.” You fake a pout on your face causing them both to laugh, insisting that they will come and visit.
All three of us know that they won’t.
It’s just what happens, as much as we are a family when they’re here, when an actor or actress leaves they usually want to put as much space between their old and new life as possible. You don’t blame them or hold it against them, they’re starting a new chapter and porn star doesn’t exactly sound good on the resume or when starting conversations.
This doesn’t apply to everyone though. You smile thinking of your best friend, Amber. She was the first actress who had the courage to work for a new producer in your apartment complex’s basement 4 years ago. Ever since you’ve been inseparable, choosing to live only a short walk from each other, to save the arguing the two of you get into when living together didn’t work. Particularly over your love life which gets ignored while you play matchmaker in this case. Or the happy ending maker, you could say, depending on how you look at it.
The end of the filming day is a relief that came way too slow in your opinion. You place your hands on your hips looking around your newly refurbished studio. God, it’s been hard work getting to where you are now, but what a reward it is to have so much to show for it. Your studio is the one thing envied by others in the industry. It’s hard not to be with changing rooms for the actors and actresses, two custom sets that can be changed into a completely new scene effortlessly. Crap, you would be jealous of you.
You notice as Quinn starts making her way casually towards you and internally you groan, knowing exactly what she was going to harass you about before you can dodge her again. Quinn does a little bit of everything around here, almost having the same role as you, though she never wanted the responsibility of owning the business. She does casting, stage building, and a decent chunk of the finance work, proving to be probably the most important person you work with.
“So,” she drags out bumping her shoulder to yours, her pretty and short, pixie-cut hair spiked up makes you envy her even more than her skills do. Quinn was your friend in University, who studied business - of all things - and now uses it to pretty much be your second in command. Initially, out of Uni she was trying to become an entrepreneur. Clearly it didn’t work, but she needed something to do and you were starting to take off in the adult film industry. Her expertise in business and finance were and still are appreciated, so although she was only supposed to work with you until she had her next big idea, all of her thoughts went into bettering the business. She never had her next big idea, and now she’s been working with you for just over two years.
“I was avoiding you.” You sing-song, a fake chirpy sound that radiates your sarcasm. You catch her eyes roll from the corner of your vision, hoping, praying and almost begging that she was going to talk about the new costume shipment we just got.
“I’ve invited Jeno Lee to come in for a casting audition.” Ok that was definitely not what you were hoping to hear, and Quinn can tell by the look on your face.
You’re fucking kidding.
“Look Y/N, the demand is so high that if we don’t use him in a film they might actually start banging on the studio door.” She hurries to justify, and seeing your expression she grimaces, continuing, “They want your production quality, Y/N.”
“Yeah, and his dick.” You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest sulking. Quinn grabs you by your shoulders looking you square in the eye.
“I know you’re not happy about this Y/N, but you kinda need to suck it up and do it because this could mean more big things for us and the company.” Her eyes are telling you she understands, but to not fight her on this anymore.
Of course, you don’t accept that.
You push her arms from you, trying to hold your ground. Quinn has always been pushy but you push back harder.
“I couldn’t count on one hand the number of reasons why it’s so wrong to have Jeno working for us.” You plead, her gaze making you wonder why all of a sudden she’s an avid Jeno fucking Lee fan.
“Y/N-”
“Okay! First of all, I’m not going to be producing a film that has a dom heterosexual male, that’s just offensive to our audience.” Her face is blank, a slightly embarrassed look crossing her features and you smile, knowing you’re making a point.
Of course, you don’t stop there.
“Secondly, I’ve seen Jeno work and I can tell you right now that he couldn’t sub even if his life depended on it. Subs are disciplined, they listen and are responsive. Quinn, Jeno literally doesn’t tick any of our casts’ criteria except that he has a cock.” That felt good to say out loud, and the look on her face makes it feel even better.
You smile in victory, “Cancel the casting, I can find someone much better than Jeno Lee.”
“Aw, but I was looking forward to it.”
You freeze, smile dropping instantly. A deep voice? A reference to our conversation?
A glare is sent straight to Quinn as you gather up enough of your embarrassed consciousness. ‘Who the fuck is that?” You mouth rather aggressively, her reaction a sheepish smile.
“Jeno, this is Y/NN Y/LN.” She introduces you. With your back still to him, you’re unable to face the nemesis who doesn't know he’s your nemesis.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m Jeno, the one you don’t think is possible to cast for your role.”
A smugness in his tone makes you turn around with a tight, unfriendly smile on your face. His dark eyes burn into you as you try your best not to do what is only human. Check him out.
“I know who you are, don’t worry.” You say, and it hangs in the air for a moment before he raises a brow.
You turn on your heel, making a start for the practise room.
“Friends call me Y/NN , Jeno. You’re not a friend, you call me Y/N.”
When you don’t hear steps coming after you, you glance your eyes past your shoulder.
“Do you want to audition or not?”
He shakes his head in disbelief but walks towards you nonetheless. You motion to the far room on the right and he walks past you nonchalantly. When Quinn doesn’t follow, you shoot her a puzzled look.
“I’ve got to go home to George.” She states, shrugging her shoulders as if there’s nothing she can do about it, because George is so paranoid about her getting home.
“You’re kidding.” You deadpan and she gives you ‘the look’, the one that says sorry, not sorry. “I’m sure George is perfectly happy not having a woman around to boss him into getting off the couch for once.” You say, giving her the most desperate puppy dog eyes you could muster. “I’m sorry Viv, but if I don’t make him dinner he eats all the peanut butter.”
“You’re ditching me for your peanut butter eating cat? I’ll buy you more peanut butter. $200 worth of peanut butter if you just come with me.” You whisper yell after looking to see that Jeno walks into the room. She turns away from you, tipping an imaginary hat, “I’m off the clock, baby.”
At the risk of losing it in front of the remaining staff, you flip her the middle finger, mouthing the biggest ‘fuck you’ you could possibly do without breaking into a shout.
After your anger has simmered down you get to the small practice room where Jeno is waiting seemingly patient on the side bench. When he sees you walk in he laughs half-heartedly, “Do you normally leave your auditionees this long?”
“Only the ones I don’t like.” You know he meant it as a joke but you can’t help the snarky reply that leaves your lips. You try to flash him a small smile as an apology that you both know you don’t mean, but he takes it as one anyway.
You sit down near him, though a good few feet away, before passing him the short piece of script he would be reading from and would eventually play from if you give him the role.
“Normally, I would read it through with you.” You glance at him to see him already watching you curiously. You suck in a breath anxiously, “However, because of your experience I’m using one of our actresses to play the part with you.”
He tilts his head slightly and it makes your brain think of the resemblance he has with a golden retriever puppy. Soft, tufty hair with eyes dark and wide.
“Why?” is his response. It surprises you, but you instead furrow your brows in a confused way, almost as if asking why he would question you.
“I want to test compatibility. Since I already know you can act,” You glance at him, throwing a “somewhat.” in there, “I want to make sure you can do what I want you to do for me. Is that alright, Jeno?” You ask, glancing down at the script.
“Yes, Y/N, that's fine.”
Your eyes shoot up to him and narrow when he tries to not smirk. Though you see a flash of disappointment simmer in his. What is he playing at? Is he trying to show that he can follow orders? Trying to demonstrate obedience maybe? Whatever it is, he can stop it.
You pay him no mind, instead turning your attention to the closed door of the room, “Claire, can you come in now, please.” The door opens quickly and Claire, one of your older and more experienced actresses comes into the room, dressed in one of your favourite costume pieces. A dark blue babydoll corset set, the literal epitome of false innocence lingerie.
You stand and so does Jeno in his simple shorts sweatshirt that just works perfectly on him. Maybe he should wear that when we cast him.
If. If we cast him.
In this practice room, there are a small number of make-pretend sets. This is mainly so I can see what certain positions look like and how to change them for the cast if they, for some reason, can’t work with the scripted positioning.
This scene is going to be both intimate and hard core. I had originally written it for another couple I had paired, but they ended up loving an older scene I had written instead.
Claire comes to stand next to Jeno, and so I take a few steps out to be in front of them. This shouldn’t take longer than a half hour, you convince yourself.
“I actually wrote this scene for Harry and Sofia. As you know Claire, they chose the shower scene instead.” Claire nods as Jeno just watches you. His gaze sends shivers up your spine, but you shake them off.
“Because of that, I will have to do some adjusting in terms of positioning and some dialogue.” Jeno breathes out a quiet ‘okay’ as his eyes scan the script.
You nod to yourself going to set up parts of the small set you want to be used. The lounge chair will be used in this scene as well as the bed, other components will be used in the main set.
It takes you ten minutes to set everything up the way you want so you can get the most accurate performance possible.
Once you’re finished you place your hands on your hips letting out a deep sigh as you puff your lack of athleticism away. You turn to glance at Claire and Jeno on the bench practising lines, and you can’t help the streak of jealousy that you feel. Why though, is what you don’t understand.
Not paying it any attention you call them over.
Instructing them to stand where you want, you call out your favourite word.
“Action!”
Claire immediately stares deeply into Jeno’s eyes, placing her hands on his shoulders and pressing her body to his.
Watching Claire work is absolutely amazing, she’s one of the best doms you’ve worked with.
“What do good boys do when their mistress asks them to kneel?” she questions and you wait while Jeno gulps nervously. Cute touch.
“They kneel.” he replies and it makes you swallow instantly.
A harsh look passes through Claire’s features as she pushes his shoulders down harshly, “So then why aren’t you kneeling?”
You’re jealous. You can’t help it and you don’t know why but over the last hour you have somehow developed a spontaneous crush on Jeno Lee. You’re just a little deprived in the bedroom department, you tell yourself. It’s just a little lust, nothing big.
Jeno kneels and immediately you see something is off. You forgot knee pads. Internally cursing yourself you tell them to hold up while you bring him some.
“I don’t need them, Y/N, it’s fine.” Jeno tries to convince you but you just shake your head dismissively.
“I make everyone use them Jeno, no one working with me is leaving with joint problems.” You state as you kneel down beside him. He leans back onto his heels as you slide them in under his knees.
Your fingers gently brush his bare legs but you pretend you don’t care. You do care. You actually have little energy that’s holding you back from gripping his leg right now. He’s toned, and firm but not hard. Still soft enough for comfort. Fuck. You shake your head, quickly standing up and releasing a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.
Through the audition there were many parts where you had to step in to change some props or movement, but for the most part Jeno is actually good at pretending to be a sub, though some things are still off and you can’t quite place them.
Because this is a practice they obviously don’t actually have sex, but you like to position them as if they are.
“Jeno, you have to sit up more otherwise the camera won’t see your face. Claire can you lean to the side slightly? Is it still comfortable?”
“Yup, it’s okay Y/N.” she replies.
Currently Jeno is laid on his back, sort of slouched against the frame of the bed with a pillow behind him. Claire is sat straddling his waist as they imitate her riding him.
You're frustrated, and no not because of your little crush on Jeno. But because said man is not really interacting how you pictured the sub would be when you created this scene and it’s really getting on your nerves.
“Okay guys I think we should end it here.” You say loudly making sure they hear you over their fake panting.
Claire dismounts Jeno and gives him a hand up before coming to you.
“I like him.” She says winking and you’re torn between liking that she feels there is chemistry and being jealous that there is.
You just give her a friendly smile as you say your goodbyes. Checking the time on your phone, you grimace. It’s 8:30 pm, so much for half an hour.
Your eyes snap back to Jeno as Claire leaves the room and you stay looking at him for a moment. He stays laying down however, even as you get closer to him. Eventually, you sit at the end of the bed without him having given you a glance. “Did I get the part?” He asks through the silence.
You hide a laugh as you reply, “Yeah, you did.” He sits up to face you, with a hint of surprise showing in his facial features. “But I need to talk to you about a couple things first.” He sighs, giving the impression he knows what I’m going to say.
“It’s just that you don’t seem fully comfortable, Jeno. You don’t seem to be getting into it, feeling it.” You start, as he faces you fully, nodding his head. “I want to see the emotions as they hit you one after the other. I know you’re in uncharted territory with some of this but you’ve really got to try for me.”
His eyes seem to glass over slightly and you immediately panic. Did you say something? You were only trying to be constructive. His lips part and thankfully, he doesn't shed a tear.
“I have no idea what the fuck I’m supposed to be feeling, but it’s not happening with Claire.” He says, raising his voice slightly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
“Jeno, Claire knows what she’s doing. But if you were worried you should’ve told me.” You shrug. Feeling sorry he felt that way, you gave him a small smile.
“I was doing it because I thought it would make you happy, but I couldn’t even fake it.” His voice cracks slightly, and now you’re really confused.
Why the fuck does he care what you think?
Trying to be sympathetic you pat his back lightly. “Jeno, what you’re doing here is not something you can fake. It has to be real, you have to trust your dom and then let go.”
He nods, still seeming far away but you have an idea. You’ve been in the game a while, let’s be honest, and you’ve been filming it perfectly for 4 years. If there’s anyone who can teach Jeno to sub it’s you. You grab his arm pulling him to his feet as you do.
“Listen, this is gonna sound weird and I hope you don’t think it’s unprofessional but, I can teach you to sub.” You watch his face carefully for reactions as you say every word, not wanting him to think you’re weird for even suggesting it.
He doesn’t reply immediately and it makes you nervous. I mean if Claire can’t do it for him who do you think you are trying to tempt him. “Okay.”
You suck in a deep breath, relieved but trying not to show it. “We’re not actually fucking though. I’m just gonna make you feel like you want to. Maybe a tease.” You confirm, making sure that you’re both on the same page. A look you can’t quite place crosses his face but you could guess a mix of disgust, confusion and disappointment.
You grab his arm again making him look you in the eye, “subbing isn’t just about sex or doing what your dom wants, Jeno. It’s about feeling so safe, validated and confident that you can do those things. That you want to do those things”
He nods, and you’re yet to get a proper response from him. In fact, you don’t think you’ve heard him string a single sentence together in over an hour.
You nod too, not trying to pull words out of him. Jeno is a lot more fragile than you would have ever thought, it feels like he’s one wrong word from bursting into tears. He never seemed like this, but that’s what happens when you only see what they let you see.
You pull him to sit down again. “I need verbal consent, Jeno. Because if you want me to do this right now, I need to touch you. Sexually.”
You meet his eyes, but little did you know, his gaze had hardly left you since you were listing the reasons to not cast him a few hours ago.
“Yes, Y/N, help me be a good sub.”
His deep voice saying those words sends heat through your body, god you hope you look unaffected right now.
You gulp, hoping he doesn’t notice. “Let’s talk experience then, what have you done and liked when having sex.” He flashes you a knowing look, that you laugh off lightly.
“I know you’re a connoisseur of fucking,” you jokingly glare at him, “but I want to know about instances where you had something done to you, and you weren’t in control of it.”
He thinks for a moment, fingers fiddling with each other taking you to a dark place.
“I like hair pulling,” he states, not seeming embarrassed which is good, “I’ve kinda been choked and it was alright.”
You nod encouragingly, pleased he’s opening up.
You stand walking to the closet full of props, open it and peer inside.
“What are you looking for?” Jeno asks curiously from his place on the bed a good few metres away. “What are your experiences with sex toys like, Jeno?” You question, still rummaging through the closet trying desperately to find the special little toy.
“Uh, I mean I don’t really use toys on myself.” He says and you can hear the tinge of humiliation in his tone. You pop your head out of the closet to see him, “there’s no fun in that.” you say smiling widely as you pull out your favourite toy to use.
Closing the closet and walking back to him on the bed you tell him to open his palm and close his eyes. You turn the little toy on and quickly place it in his palm. Hearing it vibrate and feeling against his skin, Jeno can’t help but let out a quiet gasp that makes you smile.
“Open your eyes.”
His long lashes lift from his cheeks before he studies the object. “A cockring?” He half laughs. “A vibrating cock ring.” You correct, making you both laugh.
“Used one before?” You ask as he touches and prods it.
You’re guessing no.
“No, could be fun though.” He says as he does the thing where he looks at you with a suggestive undertone and you can’t lie about the way that look makes you feel. You don’t say another word, wondering if he’ll take the initiative and guess what he has to do next.
A perplexed look becomes evident on his face after a few moments of silence. “What’s wrong?” He asks, a slight annoyance in the tone lacing his beautiful voice. “Think about it, Jeno. What do doms like? You should know, you are one.” You state giving him a purposely constructed facial expression that screams ‘are you that dumb?’.
His face hardens, “I’m not begging.” His voice comes out blunt and flat. You force down a laugh, flashing him a wink, “I don’t want you to beg, yet. I just want you to ask if you want to try something.” You shrug as if it's as easy as that.
He rolls his eyes, an annoyed expression forced on you, “I want to try the cockring.”
That same blunt voice irritates you. Sitting forward, you lean close into him. So close that your breath fans over his mouth and cheeks.
His lips part as his eyes hood at the closeness. If it takes such a little action to make him turn to putty you start to seriously wonder if he doesn’t have even a little desire to submit to you.
You hesitantly bring your index finger to his bottom lip, tapping it softly.
The tips of your fingers then run across his jaw into the mess of his black hair.
“That was good, Jeno.” You whisper against his skin before fisting his delicate hair between your fingers. Not hard, but enough to feel a pull. “Now ask nicer.” A low groan that you don’t think he meant to let escape, passes through his teeth making you suck in a breath.
“Go on ask.” You push, trying to get him to stop with the attitude. “Pull harder then.” He smirks up at you, daring you, cause you won’t.
It’s your turn to smirk as you yank his whole head back, baring his flawless neck for you. You place a light kiss on his jugular, the feeling of his breath under your lips sending a thrill through your entire body. Without a filter, a pretty moan emits from between his lips, making your abdomen clench.
Finally.
“Are you ready for more?” You ask, hoping he says yes, because you aren’t ready for this to end yet. “I can take more.” Is his reply, to which you scoff.
“That’s not what I meant. I want you to tell me what you want, Jeno.” You put obvious emphasis on the words, it’s practically like speaking to a child. To further your point, you tighten your fist in his hair, making him arch his back a little and his front pressing lightly into you.
“Fine, Fine. As much as I enjoy you torturing me, I would absolutely love it if you put that little cock ring on my dick.” His words are laced in sarcasm but you chose to let it slide.
Releasing his hair from your fist, he whines. A pitiful sound really. “Didn’t tell you to let go.”
“Don’t be greedy, baby.” You toss him a glare. “Baby? If I get a pet name, what should I call you then?” He teases trailing a finger up the side of your arm, both tickling you and yet leaving you covered in goosebumps.
“Call me whatever you want, as long as it’s not something I would expect of an alpha male.” You say, adding air quotes and a disgusted tone around ‘alpha male’.
You turn to grab the toy from where you placed it on the bed, before reaching past Jeno to the bedside table drawer where you pull a new tube of lube from.
“Mommy. I want to call you mommy”
You choke. What the fuck did he just say.
As much as it takes you off guard, the thought of him calling you mommy makes you breathe a little harder, before you can even notice the effect it has on you.
Jeno notices though. Oh, he notices. “Well, I don’t exactly take you as a mistress to be honest, you’re softer. Mommy.”
“Uh, no I don't think so.” You say stumbling over your words.
“Aww, why?” He whines. “I like the way it makes you shift around and if I didn't know any better I’d say it turns you on.” His whisper suddenly makes your mouth dry. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Jeno’s eyes follow the movement, before connecting with your eyes again.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, nicely?
You shake your head, no.
“Please, mommy.”
You’re too stunned to speak or move before he quickly leans in to capture your lips with his. Jeno kisses with passion. So much emotion travels through the way his tongue strokes and sucks on yours. His desperation and lust travels well in the way his hands find your waist, twisting in the fabric of your hoodie.
God, it’s the way his intensity matches perfectly with yours and yet pushes you so far at the same time. You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s kissing you right now.
He grabs your hips, his fingertips digging into your soft skin. Forcefully he pushes you back into the surface of the mattress, winding you slightly.
Slowly you push him off you, much to his dismay, as he complains and whines to keep making out. You take a second to get your breath back before you can properly think about what happened.
“Jeno, you took control there, did you realise?” You say as his hands dance over the fabric of your jeans. “Yeah.” He responds, the look in his eyes telling you it’s going in one ear and out the other.
You can’t help the smile that forces its way onto your lips.
“Just be aware of it, and push it back. This is what is going to get the subby side of you to come out and play.”
You begin to twirl the cockring between your fingers while Jeno watches closely, waiting for you to do something, anything at this point.
“Now, I actually really want to try this on you.” You muse, lifting an eyebrow as you point a look at him.
He doesn’t say anything, though you’re sure he can’t tell when he’s being called upon at this point. “Baby, I can’t put it on you when you’re dressed.” You take pleasure in the way a blush coats his cheeks, until he rushes to take his shorts off.
You grab his wrist tightly, making his puppy-like eyes stare into yours. “Slowly, Jeno. Take it all off.” You release his wrist from your grip and lean back onto your hands as you watch him stand about a foot or two from where you rest on the bed.
He slowly nudges his shorts down his legs, kicking them to the side, before he unzips his hoodie. It falls from his broad shoulders, hitting the floor, but neither him or you care about that. A white t-shirt and his navy briefs are left covering what you are quietly salivating to see. He pinches the bottom of his shirt before slowly pulling it from his body.
His body is exactly how you put him together in your head. Toned, flawless and defined muscles softly carve out the contours of his abdomen. Biceps that look strong and comfortable draw your attention back down to his fingertips that dance tauntingly along his waist line.
“Unless you’ve decided to be a brat, I would suggest you don’t tease. It tends to bite you on the ass.” You threaten with a smile. “Yes, mommy. Whatever you want, mommy.” He replies with a snide expression that you find amusing, before you gesture for him to carry on.
His fingertips push under his underwear until he is pulling them down his legs, when they finally reach the floor. His cock hits his abdomen as it is finally freed of confinement. He’s still half soft luckily, otherwise the cockring wouldn’t be used. The harsh red tip looks swollen and needy. You wish you could say you weren’t turned on, you really do. It’s not like you’ve never seen Jeno naked before either, I mean, in this industry your body is never truly your own. Everyone will remember you as the ‘guy with the small dick’ or the ‘girl with huge knockers’. It’s objectifying, but your body is usually recognised before your face or name.
You sit up, patting the spot on the bed beside you. He eagerly sits opposite you and you really can’t help but lean down to his lap, enveloping his tip in your warm and wet mouth. Jeno immediately groans before pushing your head down the rest of his shaft, making you gag. You try to pull yourself up to no avail. To get him to listen you lightly pinch his thigh making him yelp and remove his palm from the back of your head.
You reel your head up quickly before he can push you back onto him and thank yourself that you learned to hold back a gag. “I’m so sorry-”
You slap his dick lightly knowing that the sensitivity alone will make it painfully good. He hisses in response before it turns into a long, drawn out moan. “You love the pain don’t you, you desperate whore?” You ask sadistically, enjoying his slight discomfort for thinking he can force you to blow him. You don’t usually prefer degrading partners in your own sex life, but brats who can’t control themselves call for some humiliation.
When he stays silent you push his chest with your palm until he’s laid flat on the bed. “Let’s see how you like this.” You say excitedly, finally feeling he’s ready to put the cockring on.
Still, he’s not fully erect yet, so you lube his dick up, careful to not stimulate him too much before you gently slide the ring onto him.
“How does that feel?” You ask, making sure he’s comfortable. Your fingers resist playing with his pretty cock in favour of tracing a few slow shapes on his abdomen as you wait for his reply.
“It feels nice.” He sighs, and you nod in approval, tapping the ring lightly, making him wriggle. You grin, coming up to straddle his waist and Jeno goes to hold your hips until he frowns.
“Why are you wearing clothes?” You let out a laugh because he clearly didn’t actually listen to what you have said. “This isn’t about me Jeno, this is getting you to submit and that means you have to want me, not fuck me.” You state matter of factly.
His face contorts as you speak, a look crossing his features that says ‘you manipulated me’. “That’s not fair. Isn’t the point of subbing wanting to please you too? I can’t show you if I’m doing that well while you’re still dressed.” His face is confident like he knows he’s made a valid point.
Fine.
You hop off the bed and remove your hoodie and tank top before pulling down your jeans to your ankles which you then kick off. Leaving you in your bra and panties, you then straddle him again. “Happy.” you raise a brow. “It’ll do.” He winks. You don’t know why he’s so smug when he’s the one with the vibrating ring of edging attached to his dick.
“I want your hands to stay still, Jeno.” You say sternly grabbing both his wrists and placing them above his head. “And I want them to stay here. Can you do that?” “Sure can, mommy.” You mutter a low ‘Good’ before reaching behind yourself and grabbing is dick making him suck in a breath. You reach for the base, switching it on.
It’s instantaneous, the way Jeno initially vibrates beneath you for a second and afterwards lets out the loudest moan you’ve heard from him thus far. A stream of curses leave his mouth as you hear the little toy buzz away, amusing you as you watch the man beneath you start to fall apart already.
His skin already has a light sheet of sweat coating him as you take in every little detail about him at this moment. His quivering lips as he tries to not cry out like you know he wants to. He arms struggling to stay above his head, needing something - or someone - to ground himself to. His brow is trembling as he tries to fight the urge to close his eyes so that he can watch you. He’s always watching you.
“Fuck, Y/N, take it off I’m gonna cum.” Jeno’s words come out strained as he tries to keep himself from climax, oblivious to what you have in mind. Perhaps Jeno’s forgotten what else a cockring can do. “Y/N, please.” You fake gasp in surprise. “Jeno Lee, did you just beg me?” Grinning you lean down, your breath tingling against his lips, dry from panting. You lick over his mouth, his own tongue trying to capture yours through his constant moans.
“I’m gonna start begging if you don’t actually touch me, instead of making the toy do it all.” His smugness is evident as the cockring brings him closer to orgasm, or so he thinks.
In retaliation, you decide to help along. Slowly you lean towards his chest and pinch both of his hard nipples. A hiss is the only reaction you get, so you begin to nip at them instead. Rolling them between your teeth seems to do the trick.
His hands fly down to grip at your hair and you peer up at him through your lashes.
Grabbing his wrists again you place them above his head. “What did I say?” your tone is low but Jeno doesn’t care, throwing his head to the side as he all but yells that he’s cumming.
His body convulses, but it only takes him a few moments to realise he can’t fully cum.
“What the actual fuck?” he curses, glaring up at you. Quickly switching the toy off before it can overstimulate him, you only snicker, enjoying the way strands of his hair stick to his slick forehead.
“I’m delaying your orgasm.” You state simply and his reaction is priceless. His mouth gapes slightly as his eyes harden. Jeno reaches forward, abandoning your no touching rule and grabs you by the hips. “You’ve had it your way long enough, come here.” He grumbles, but you slap his hands away. “What’re you doing, Jeno?” You ask confused but mildly amused by his antics. “You’re gonna sit on my face and I’m gonna get my reward for being good.” Is his reply which only makes you scoff. “Funny way of asking, Jeno, but no this isn’t about me.” You finish, wanting to end it there.
“Like fuck it is. I’m not doing this anymore if you don’t let me touch you.” His ultimatum is tempting. Would letting him please you really be that wrong? If anything it should help him become more submissive, but he has to actually listen to you for that to happen. “Fine. But on my terms.” you negotiate and it’s fair you think, but of course Jeno wouldn’t agree.
“Sit on my face. Now.” expressionless, he tries to pull your hips towards him, but you shoo him. “Okay, okay. Just let me do it.” You sigh.
You gently place your knees either side of his head, facing his body before waiting.
“Now do you want me to beg for your pussy?” Jeno asks beneath you, in a sarcastic tone. “Might be nice.” you muse, hellbent on teasing the shit out of him.
However, Jeno has no patience for it. He pulls your panties to the side and knocks your left knee outwards causing you to fall right onto his face. “Shit” you hiss, leaning down so that your arms are either side of his abdomen. Switching the little toy back on, beneath you Jeno groans deeply into your pussy, making you clench around his tongue.
He focuses on your sensitive clit, sucking hard causing you to slightly lift off of him. He has none of it and wraps his arms snuggly around your waist, pulling you closer to his mouth. His nose probs at your hole and you can’t resist the urge to grind down against it. Jeno moans as you get more into it, obviously feeling like he has achieved something.
“Do you like being drowned in my fucking pussy, baby?” you only manage to get out through moans. His response is a deep rumble that transfers from his chest to your pussy. “Fuck.” you throw your head back, reaching a hand behind you to grab a fistful of his hair, holding his head to you as you get closer and closer.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum on your useless tongue if you keep doing that baby boy.” He buries his head even deeper into you if it’s possible, tripling his efforts to make you cum, forgetting all about his own release. You ride his face harder as you begin to feel your orgasm get closer. Your moans become a mess of gibberish and curse words as Jeno tightens his grip around your waist to keep you stable. When you cum it’s a white hot flash, it rattles your body, but Jeno keeps you steady, softly licking and sucking you through it. You’re gasping for air and trying to pull yourself off of his mouth, beginning to get overstimulated when he starts setting a pace again.
“Nuh Uh. That is not how this is going to fucking go, you don’t deserve more than one after the attitude you’ve been giving.” You say, trying to sound threatening, but it falls on Jeno’s deaf ears. Too caught up in taking you to your next high, you don’t even think he’s realised you’ve already cummed.
“Shit.” you curse as the stimulation starts to become too much. Usually you can go orgasm to orgasm pretty well, but the way Jeno is only using his tongue and can have it everywhere at once, is truly amazing.
Choosing to take control over the situation again, you lean down towards his abdomen, spitting in your hand before quickly starting to pump him. The overstimulation you’re feeling has to be tiny compared to Jeno’s, especially given as soon as you touch him, he yelps and groans into your pussy.
His arms around your waist loosen, but you’ve decided to stay positioned as you are. This is as it obstructs Jeno from seeing what you’re doing, as well as trapping him under your body. You're still pumping him rather aggressively and coming to love the way he reacts to your touch.
“Shit, Y/N. I can’t do it like this, it's too much.” He whimpers, his muscles beneath you quivering and you can’t help but smirk. “What happened to Mommy? Too far gone already to remember my title?” You mock, giving the tip of his cock a little extra attention to which he reacts by grasping your ankles near his head.
You feel his chest inflate as he sucks in a deep breath, anchoring himself the best he can by squeezing your ankles. His body becomes rigid beneath you as the breaths escaping his lungs quickly turn laboured and drawn out. You pump him faster, a noise of surprise emitting from you when you feel his teeth sink into the flesh of your inner thigh.
You can’t help the moan that escapes you as he presumably distracts himself by biting harshly into your soft, sensitive skin again and again. Fuck, you swear you almost cum again right there when he licks over his bite, all the way up to your pussy, following the streaks of juices that run down your thighs. He then slurps around your hole, lewd noises filling the room as you can no longer fight the urge to grind down on his face again.
It seems that the more you try to tease Jeno, the more he seems to tease you back. The thing is, you genuinely can’t tell whether he’s doing it on purpose or just trying to find a way to stop himself from taking charge.
Either way you decide to get one more ruined orgasm out of him before you remove the cockring. Before he can even comprehend what you’re doing, you’re sliding your lips down his whole cock. Enveloping him fully in your mouth as your sealed lips touch the vibrating ring.
You moan around him as he trembles under you, giving you a rush of adrenaline as you realise that you’re in control of this man. This gorgeous man that you never though in a thousand years would want to fuck you. To be fair you never thought you’d want to fuck him but that's obviously all in the wind now.
You feel all the signs before he cums and you can’t help but to wish you could see his face as you torture him through this. His fingers almost go white with how tight he’s gripping your ankles, and once again you feel him bite deeply into the flesh of your thigh, making you moan on his cock. Fuck, you never though that you would be into pain like this but there’s something about the way the ache and burn makes the pleasure 10 times better.
His body becomes rigid as he cums for the second time, and you’re quite impressed with how he’s managed to not bust sooner. Yet again, you remember the industry you both work for and it’s kinda in the job description to last as long as possible.
More loud curses and groans leave his lips as he has another ruined orgasm, much to his dismay. With that you switch off the little toy, and pop him out of your mouth. Making sure to give his sensitive tip an extra long goodbye, causing him to hiss and scratch at your ass cheeks.
“Go on baby, I like the pain.” You grin looking at him over your shoulder. Eager to finally see the mess he’s in, you swing your legs back towards you so that you’re not straddling his head anymore.
What you see is exactly what you were hoping would become of him. His face is absolutely covered in your cum, with some in his hair pasting it to his forehead. His pupils are blown wide, looking at you half dazed and wrecked. His lips parted and chewed make you want nothing more than to lean down and kiss them.
He looks like a real sub right now, you have to say. So, to comfort him, you lean down and place a tender kiss onto his lips. You gently brush the hair from his forehead, thinking how absolutely beautiful he looks and how you’d prefer to have him layered in your cum any day.
You softly glide your fingertips down his abdomen, to which he wiggles, whimpering more.
“Shh, shh, baby it’s okay. I’m gonna take it off since you’ve been such a good boy.” You whisper, pressing your thumb over his cheek to soothe him. Seeing him calm down again, you carefully free his still hard cock from the torturous toy.
As you do, spurts of his cum dribble from his tip. Jeno moans loudly at the release from the toy, though still rock hard, he begins to whimper for you. “Mommy, I need to cum, please. I want you.” He tosses his head from side to side, fingers clasping onto your wrists so you can’t leave.
“Tell me how you want me, baby.” You say tamely, all traces of your harsh tones gone as Jeno falls deeper into a mild sub space. He shakes his head, “Mommy please!” He cries, on the verge of tears. “Baby boy, you know what you want. Let me do it for you. Just tell me.” You coo, blowing over his half closed eyelids.
His eyes, big and glassy, make you melt and at this point you’d do anything that he asks you to do, if it makes him happy. “Want you to ride me.” He says finally, studying your face to make sure it will make you happy too.
Your smile reaches your eyes and Jeno relaxes more, glad you’re being so good to him. “Of course baby.” you whisper, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He nods, muttering a 'thank you' under his breath and complete adoration shows on your face as you watch this full grown, sexy beast of a man turn to the cutest baby boy you could ever have imagined.
You delicately move your body around his, careful to not brush against him too hard. You fling your panties off fully, them being completely and utterly destroyed. Sodden and chewed like a puppy had stolen your washing. You pay them no further attention, as you toss them and your bra somewhere out from your vision.
Jeno -aching to hold any part of you- digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips, pulling a cracked moan from your lips. Loving the pain it brings, you press your hands on top of his, forcing his nails to break tiny little crescent moon shapes into your skin. It elicits a pornographic moan from you that Jeno can’t help but follow with his own as he watches you roll your eyes, all but cumming on the spot.
“Please, mommy. I can’t wait any more.” He pleads, snapping you out of your daze and bringing your attention back to him. “I know baby, I’m sorry.” You stroke his hair, reassuring him he’ll get what he wants.
You once again straddle him, this time on the tops of his thighs, only an inch or two from where he wants you to sit. With your index finger tip, you trace absent minded words for a moment before Jeno begins to fidget anxiously, not wanting to keep telling you to hurry up.
Finally you sigh, a bittersweet feeling nagging in your chest before you slowly move to sink down on his abused cock. You first tease yourself on the tip, sinking your pussy around him shallowly before lifting your hips. Jeno tries to let you enjoy himself, he really does, but god he’s more needy than he’s ever been in his life and he can’t help the way his hips lift to slip himself inside. You both groan, his hands finding your waist once again to support you as your back arches and your eyes are cast to the ceiling.
Fuck. How can someone fit so perfectly? How is it that you happen to be having the best sex of your life with Jeno Lee? The world has a fucking weird way of bringing people together, you can say that for sure.
His bare cock grinding against the walls of your pussy makes your hands desperate to hold something. You grip his hair meaning to lean down to him, instead he shifts, sitting up so that you’re now in the lotus position, rather than the cowgirl.
This position immediately feels much more intimate. One of your hands is tugging in his hair, while the other is on the mattress as support. Jeno’s arms are wrapped around you and as he’s now pressed to you, he slides your left nipple into his warm mouth.
Groans, whimpers and the sounds of skin on skin fill the room's atmosphere as you rock against each other in a slow paced rhythm. “I won’t last long.” He mumbles around your nipple, like a child being breastfed. “Can’t last with you like this.” He adds sucking in a breath as he hits a spot that makes you clench relentlessly around his dick.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m with you.” You say, assuring him, you’re close too. After another few thrusts he tenses, biting down on the flesh of your breast firmly enough to send a shiver right down to your pussy as you tighten around him. Your fist in his hair tugs harshly at his delicate roots, doing well to push him over the edge as you keep rocking against him.
After a moment when you don’t stop, he begins to whine. “Please Y/N, I’m so sensitive.” The end of the sentence becomes a sob directed to the crock of your neck where he pricks your skin with his teeth. “I’m so close, baby, don’t you want to make mommy cum.” You pant, clit rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone as he wounds your neck so good it has your eyes rolling back. “Please, mommy, cum on me, please.” He pleads into your skin between his sharp and pointed nips.
His words tip you over the edge, a euphoric high washing over you. Like something you’ve never truly felt before. It shakes through your body, making every vein in your body stop circulating for a moment. And through it all, Jeno is holding you with a stability worth admiring even in his own exhaustion.
Once you’ve recovered enough to gain enough strength in your muscles to move, you slowly lift yourself from him. You both gasp, bodies overly responsive to even the slightest graze. You flop beside him, resting for a moment before you lean over to the bedside table, pulling out a couple bottles of water and a towel.
Jeno looks at you weirdly before you defensively explain yourself, “This is a porn set, Jeno, I don’t know why you’re surprised.” You shrug smiling at his goofiness.
He turns to his side to observe you, a look of wonder crossing his face. “I think I subbed.” It makes you giggle the way he says it with such disbelief.
“You were really good Jeno, I’d say you’re more of a switch though.” You praise glancing towards him to see his eyes already watching you. Always watching you.
“Only for you.” He whispers, making you blush as he traces his fingertips over the marks on your neck.
“As cute as that is, it may be a problem because my place is behind the camera and yours is in front of it.” You sigh, a humorous tint underlying your tone as you turn your head to flash him a sheepish smile.
He hums, a look of what you can only point out as happiness covering his beautiful features. “Might be time to change that then. Maybe I could teach you a bit about acting.” He chuckles and you can’t help but laugh along with his ridiculous idea. You in front of the camera? Hell no. But he tried for you so you'll try for him.
tysm for crossdressing ten!!! that was a fantasy I'd been having for a while and I can't believe you've written it so much better than I ever even dreamed!!! <3
Stawp… no seriously I’m blushing 🙊 I’m so glad people are enjoying my writing style it’s so good to get feedback on it 💕
It was quite an exciting piece of writing for me cause it was quite different to anything I’ve thought of writing myself but was suuuper fun!
desperate was such treat to read!! it was filthy but i was still so…beautifully written. it was like watching to people just click upon first meeting. the ending was just, mwah! chef’s kiss. but i still hope jaehyun got his dough, he did sound desperate. why can’t he get both the girl AND the money? i think he did good enough to earn both. i feel compelled to ask for a second part because i am curious if you see them developing actual feelings and moving forward with any sort of relationship (even just friends with benefits one!) but honestly i am also satisfied with leaving this as is!! it was so good regardless!! 🥰💕
First of all I’m so glad you enjoyed it! And thanks for the kind comment on my writing 👉🏼👈🏼 I’ve gained lots of interest in that piece and it’s super exciting :)
So, I wasn’t planning on writing a follow up… but I wouldn’t be against it! It would be super fun to carry on with their relationship and your idea of fwb is great! Maybe we can see if he got his money or not… But yea, I can so do a part two if that interested you guys. Thanks for the motivation 💕
Here was the piece if anyone wanted to check it out and take a look see hehe
Crossdressing: Wearing clothing typical of the opposite sex.
INTRO: Halloween is your boyfriend, Ten's, favourite holiday of the year and everyone knows it. Yet, you somehow manage to convince him to let you both stay home this time. Maybe you'll give him a new reason to enjoy it so much...
GENRES: Smut
WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, oral (F receiving), chocking/breath play, nipple play (receiving), cross dressing, ten has a slight mommy!kink, switch!femreader, switch!ten, overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, PLEASE!
WORD COUNT: 3.6k
AUTHORS NOTE: My first kinktober post (might be only one if I don't find time). This was a fun topic following @neohub 's kinktober event for day 13, crossdressing.
It’s that time of year. The time where everyone (mostly children) dresses up in cute, sometimes scary outfits and come knocking door to door in hopes of acquiring enough candy to keep them satisfied until next October.
You and Ten made it a tradition to go trick or treating ever since your first holiday that you spent together and years later, although still a young couple, you’re starting to wonder whether the parents in your area are becoming concerned with your habit. You’ve been telling Ten for the last two years that maybe you should stop and just start staying in and watching a couple of horror movies, eating sweets that you actually bought instead of continuing to steal other adults’. But he was always so against it, complaining it was the only way he could stay young.
However, this year you had managed to convince him that you two could do exactly that. Stay in and enjoy each other's company. He was reluctant and grovelled for weeks before the date, but here you stand in your bedroom placing a small parcel with a bright orange bow, neatly on the bed. You thought it might be a nice idea to give him a gift as he had given up the holiday he so much loved.
When Ten gets home you’re sitting in the living room watching one of the mild children’s horror movies that are usually on until about 9pm, before the real ones are rolled out. He looks deflated and you immediately feel guilty as he shoots you a smile before walking into your shared bedroom, probably readying for a shower.
As he leaves your sight you wait one, two, maybe 30 seconds before you hear an excited sound and Ten comes rushing out to you with the parcel in his hands. A large grin replaces the small smile on his face only there a minute prior and your lips turn up as a result.
“Is this what I think it is?” He asks lightly skipping from one foot to the other. You only shrug your shoulders with a look of faint innocence on your face. “It depends what you think it is.”
Your vague statement does nothing to deter him before he eagerly asks, “Is it a costume?” You laugh at his hopeful expression and nod your head. “So we’re going trick or treating!” He exclaims in happiness and you internally coo at your boyfriend and his cute antics.
You once again let a sort of laugh escape from between your lips and shake your head, no. “You might not want to go out in public in that costume, baby.” His expression falls and he looks down at the object in his hands in confusion before looking up at you with eyes narrowed and a smirk on his face.
“Is this a sexy costume?” He asks with a knowing tint in his voice as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help the snort you let out at his antics before nodding your head. “Open it.” You say quietly, ultimately hoping he would end up liking it. Ten was a very adventurous lover, always down to try new things as long as you both had a good time. And this was very new for you both.
He sits down beside you and nudges you playfully with his shoulder before pulling the ribbon of the bow. When it falls he is left to unwrap the parcel and he does so quite carefully, making sure to not damage anything inside of it.
His expression is immediately one of confusion again as he pulls out the outfit. A short, skimpy looking dress is the first and largest item that he examines and you see as the gears turn in his head. He looks at you with darker eyes, “Is this a dress?”
You smile, your pearly teeth a show of your excitement as you nod humming a short ‘yes’. The dress is black and sexy, one you think you’ll very much enjoy peeling off him. It flows out at the hips which you thought would be ideal for easy access and it’s adorned with white and orange details. He nods, a blank expression on his face as he pulls out the next two items. A pair of black pumps and a cute little headband with the words ‘Mommy’s Good Boy’ written across the band. You wait with a nervous feeling skipping through your chest as you try to take in his reaction. You see his throat bobble slightly as he nods again, seemingly in thought.
The last items he pulls from your little present are the thin, black and white fishnet stockings that you had folded up neatly and placed with care at the bottom, as well as a little black choker with a bell on it. With him still not having said a word you become used to the feeling of rejection jolting through your veins. You would be ok if he said he didn’t want to try them, you wouldn’t care but you desperately wanted him to like what you had picked for him.
He places the stockings in his lap with the other items before turning towards you. You couldn’t see fully before while he was almost pointed away from you, but you see it now. His expression is low and sultry and his eyes seem to hold a dim lust that attracts you towards him. “Am I dressing up as Mommy’s good boy tonight?” He asks, his voice laced with pure seduction and your mouth parts slightly as you nod.
He only smiles before leaning forward and pecking you on the lips teasingly as he stands, presumably heading to the bedroom to put on your present. When he leaves you sigh out a breath of relief at the fact he obviously found your idea sexy and wanted to at least give it a go. Over the next fifteen or so minutes, you’re left to simmer in your own pool of lust as you become increasingly agitated and impatient.
When Ten finally emerges into the living room, he is initially shadowed by the dim light of the hallway before he steps closer and you can see him in all of his beautiful glory. The short, black dress sits exactly where you thought it would, about mid thigh and it makes you almost drool looking at the way it hugs his lean upper body before flowing out at the hips.
The cute little headband sits amongst his longer dark hair with most of it pushed back under it, save for a few strands that lay delicately over his forehead. The choker catches your eye as it hangs delicately around his neck, the little bell jingling softly everytime he moves.
He watches with dark eyes as you examine him and when your eyes track lower, he sees the way you visibly suck in a breath. The heels that you bought lift his entire body up an inch or two (meaning he’s now even more taller than you) and accentuate his legs and hips in a way that makes you lick your lips.
But what catches your attention the most are the way his toned legs look wrapped in the fine material of the stockings. The tiny holes in the fishnets let you slightly see his pale skin through the fabric and the way they tie the whole outfit together makes him look so delicious, you start to feel hungry for him.
Once he feels he’s been standing there long enough for you to take in his appearance, he moves slowly towards you. The faint clicking of his heels on the hardwood floor has you almost feeling a sense of deja vu, but one where you are in his position.
He stops only a half metre from you and you watch as he delicately leans over and places his hands either side of your head where it lays against the back of the couch. His breath mingles with your own as he brings his head close to yours. Your chest shows your laboured breathing but you’re sure Ten would be able to tell just from the way you’re parted lips pant, only a mere inch from his. “What would mommy’s good boy like him to do?” He asks, eyes half lidded as he waits for you to give him an instruction. You slowly bring your hand up to his face and gently brush a stray strand from his forehead before lacing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Kiss me.” Is all you manage out before you tug him forward, half his weight landing in your lap as your lips meet. He kisses you with lust, as though he’d been just as frustrated it took him so long to get ready, but you both knew it was worth it. A finger from your other hand loops through the material of his choker, before you pull it slightly back. Effectively cutting off a decent amount of his air supply. He moans into your mouth and you immediately swallow it, the noise sending a flush through your body.
He pulls back slightly and his eyes meet yours. “And what did mommy want me to do to show he’s a good boy?” Your chest heaves not only from your lack of breath but at his dedication to the role and you sink further back into the couch as you push him back.
“It depends, do you want to show me how good you can be or do you want mommy to reward you for being an obedient boy so far?” Your question isn’t taken in by your boyfriend as he seems to have already made up his mind on what he wants to do before you can even answer.
He drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart and situating himself in that spot. He leans into your core before laying his head on your thigh. “Wanna show you.” He almost purrs and you hum in content at his answer, either way you didn’t mind. He lifts his hands to your waist in an attempt to tug at your jeans, before looking up at you through his lashes with wide eyes. Getting the hint you lift your hips as he continues to pull and is finally able to drag them down your legs, discarding them somewhere behind him.
He once again leans into you, seemingly inhaling your scent through your already wet panties and a faint blush rises to your cheeks in embarrassment at the obvious patch that leaks through. Ten takes no mind, only managing a soft groan as he tentatively pokes at the material with his tongue.
A shaky sigh escapes your lips at the action as he continues the motion and you start to become irritated at the delay. “Good boys don’t tease.” You warn with a sharpness in your tone and he immediately nods in agreement, repeating your warning under his breath, “Good boys don’t tease.”
Following this, he uses a single digit to gently pull them from your form gently moving them down your legs so that they pool at your ankles, not fussed at having to remove them entirely. Straight away he shoots forward, licking a long stripe up the expanse of your pussy until he reaches your clit.
You suppress a moan but can’t help the gasp that emits you as he begins to toy your clit in his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair where you grasp onto his soft roots as he lifts his eyes to yours. You could take a picture of this moment if it wasn’t so lewd. The way his eyes peer up at you as he’s dressed in the most breathtaking sexy attire you could only hope to pull off. His heels poke out from under him and you catch a glimpse of the stockings adorning his legs and can’t help the way your own eyes half roll back.
Your fingernails gently graze his scalp as you do so, making him groan into your pussy. He lifts a hand to press gentle circles into your clit as his tongue drops to your hole to lap at the juices that seemingly pour out of you at this point. You can’t help the way you wrap your legs around his head but he doesn’t push you away, apparently liking the fact you’re suffocating him between your thighs.
When he probes a finger at your entrance your head falls forward to watch as he slowly pushes it into your dripping hole. He then latches his mouth around your clit once again as he starts pumping the finger into you, the wet noises that would normally make you cringe only turn you on more. You try to pull him even closer by his hair as he sucks on your clit like it's the tastiest lollipop he’s ever tried and you almost cry out at the sensitivity it causes.
A series of curses leave your mouth as you feel the pleasure of the pain tip you into a state of euphoria, your pussy convulsing around his finger as he continues to kitten lick your clit. “Fuck baby, no more.” You manage out between pants, tugging his head back by his hair. He only groans into you making you stutter forward, your hips bucking up in sensitivity.
His head knocks up at the motion and when he tries to bury himself between your legs again, you pull him up into your lap and press your face into the expanse of his neck. “No means no, Ten.” You mumble against his skin to which only earns you a whine. You leave a trail of marks along his pale throat as your wandering hands make their way down from his shoulders to his hips.
Within a second you use the grip to flip the both of you over so that you are now straddling him whilst he lies back across the couch, a grunt escaping him while you do. You sit up and pull your shirt over your head, the only clothing left on your body is your bra which you have no intention of removing. However your boyfriend immediately whines when he realises you won’t, reaching up to attempt at removing it himself whilst you tut a sharp ‘no’.
His face scrunches up at your response, “But I’ve been good!” His proclamation makes you half roll your eyes before you reach behind your back and unclip your bra, tossing it away. “Happy now my whiny baby?” You mock to which he immediately hums, reaching up and tugging you down.
When you're only slightly hovering over him, he lifts his head up to take a nipple into his mouth, softly pinching the other. You half close your eyes at the pleasant feeling before they shoot open. A not so gentle nip is issued to the nipple in his mouth and you immediately scold him. “No biting, Ten.” He only looks up at you innocently before switching to the other nippile, maintaining eye contact.
Once again your breath sharpens before you tug yourself from his grip, much to his dismay. You take yourself down his body so that you can run your fingers up his stockings, letting the fabric occasionally catch and pull before snapping back against his skin. The immediate hiss that escapes him turns into a low, drawn out moan as he watches you in wonder.
You run your hands slowly up his thighs, your fingertips dancing under the hem of his dress. His breath quickens, you can feel it not only in the way he moves, but the way his skin trembles under your touch. When you reach his upper thighs where the stockings end, you realise your boyfriend wears nothing else under the fabric of the dress.
You internally groan and flip the dress up so that the hem lies on his lower stomach. His cock immediately jumps up to greet you. Your gleeful expression is hard to mask as you realise just how much he’s enjoying this. Almost more than you it seems. Your cold fingertips brush lightly around his most sensitive part and he shifts under you impatiently, a groan emitting from him.
Your eyes make contact with his, “Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve to be touched, baby?” You question, your almost condescending tone sending a shiver up his spine before he nods. You raise a questioning brow at his wordless answer. “Yes mommy.”
You nod in approval, moving to lean over his tip before letting a drop of saliva drip from between your lips, landing directly on him. His hands on his stomach clench and when you move your hand to grip him, he sighs in content. His hard cock beneath your hand pulses as you slowly start to pump him, the spit working as a lube to ease to movement.
You watch as he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and you smirk before moving your hand in fast strokes right under the head of his cock before you bring your other hand up to lightly flick his tip. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure of your movements has his back arching up and his eyes closing fully as he throws his head back against the cushions. Fully showing the expanse of his pale throat contrasted to the black choker sitting prettily against his skin.
“I’m gonna cum.” He warns in a husky voice and you nod in understanding, a sigh leaving his lips thinking you’re going to let him release like this. You give another couple strokes before pulling your hands from him. His head shoots up in disbelief. “Seriously?” He questions a bratty, ungrateful pitch underlying his tone. “You’ll take what you get baby, cause that’s what good boys do.” You point out to which he shoots you a look.
“What if I don’t wanna be your good boy anymore?” He smirks, his voice holding a sense of victory. You only shrug trying to seem unfazed by his rebuttal. “Then I'll just go to bed.” You state staley, making his jaw drop slightly and his eyes narrow. His expression tells you that you wouldn’t dare leave him like this. Or so he thought.
He almost begs you to stay when you lift off of him, giving him a faked sad wave as you make your way to your bedroom. You hear him move before you feel or see him. He quickly clatters to his feet, obvious with the noise he makes in the heels as he stands in a rush and staggers over to you. He grasps your wrist pulling you around and you have to hold back the look of awe you want to show. He’s an extra couple inches taller than you, like you thought he’d be. But your good little boy (when he wants to be) has a primal look shadowing beneath the surface of his iris’. He pulls you close to him, pressing your bodies together so that you can feel the lacy material of the dress tickling at your bare skin. He pulls you forcefully in for a kiss, hot and messy. Your boyfriend is obviously not a fan of being left unattended to. Whilst you're distracted he pushes you backwards, his hands trailing down the expanse of your back.
When you hit a solid surface you gasp, pulling back from him causing him to press hard kisses into your jaw and down the side of your neck. He’d pushed you back against the kitchen bench, and you nearly squeal in surprise when he lifts you easily onto the counter. Because of his added height you sit hip to hip with him and he runs his hands over your bare thighs before pulling them around his waist. You groan as he flips his skirt up, before reaching between you two and pinching your clit, eliciting a yelp from you. He lowers his mouth to the side of your head and you feel his breath tingle at the shell of your ear.
“Good mommy’s don’t leave their little boys unsatisfied.” Is the only thing he says before he lines himself up with your entrance. It’s the only preparation you receive before he ruts up into you, slipping in easily. You cry out, looping your arms around his neck and burying your face under his throat. As your mouth parts you feel the fabric of the choker against your lips, so you bite against his throat nibbling the material into your mouth. He groans, his thrusts becoming faster paced and you swore you could feel him throb inside you. You lean back slightly in his grip, your teeth still clenching around his choker tightly.
You feel his fingers leave prints on your hips as your pull on his neck piece once again has him actually being choked. The noises that escape him make your pussy clench around his cock and you feel another rush of arousal shoot through your body, pulling a deliciously loud moan from between his lips. He starts to shallowly rock against you, the friction on your clit leaving you mewling against him. You feel the moment he cums into you. With the teasing and the way you’re harshly cutting off his breath supply, paired with the way you fit him so well. Always so perfectly accommodating.
With the feeling of him stuttering up into you, you quickly find yourself following after him, a loud noise similar to a whimper being dragged from your chest. You sit there together and attached to each other. Your head tucked in his neck and his resting gently on the top of yours. You lean up to his ear slowly, trying to not move your hips too much knowing you’re both far too sensitive for that. Your breath gently tickles his ear lobe and another tingle races down his spine at the feeling.
“Trick or treat?” You hum against his skin, a small smile gracing your lips.
INTRO: Days got lonely for you working your plain old 9-5 job and all your colleagues found it hilarious that you hadn't gotten laid in forever. You were only joking when you said you would pay someone to sleep with you at this point...
GENRES: Smut
WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, oral (F receiving), chocking/breath play, nipple play (receiving and giving), humiliation (giving), slight degradation along with that, Jaehyun seems to have a slight pain kink, dom!femreader, unlikely sub!Jaehyun, overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, PLEASE!
WORD COUNT: 7.7k
AUTHORS NOTE: This turned out a little more hard core than I would've thought it was going to, but still pretty mild. A good fun one to read even if you don't enjoy femdom :)
Jaehyun wasn’t a sex worker and he certainly wasn’t a sub. He was just desperate for money. You knew this when he called you up and introduced himself saying he had heard from a friend of a friend that you were willing to pay a decent sum of money for a man to let you dom them for a night. If you were being honest you were kind of joking when you said it to your friend and everyone knew you definitely didn’t need to pay someone to sleep with you, but after hearing the desperation in his voice you couldn’t turn down the stranger at the end of the line. Not when he had clearly put himself out of his comfort zone to get your number and ring you. You just knew that your friends would be teasing you about this when you told them you’d actually followed through with it. Doming men was always a sort of fantasy you would put on the backburner whenever you slept around. Sometimes it would come out but more often than not it was just left to your imagination, so hence how the discussion came about.
Over the phone you had made it clear that this would be a one time occurrence, as you were sure that you were breaking some sort of law as it was. Luckily he complied with that, pointing out that was his intention also and he prepared with his own term. No one, under any circumstances, is to find out. You couldn’t agree more. You didn’t need people other than your close friends finding out that you paid someone to sleep with you. Infact, it was bad enough having your small circle of colleagues knowing at all. The two of you agreed on a time and date and it was set.
When 7pm Saturday comes around you find yourself anxiously sitting on your couch playing with your fingers and picking at your nails. It was dark out already and it was risky meeting a total stranger for the first time at your own house, you knew that. But you weren’t exactly made of money either, so buying a hotel room that you’d probably only spend an hour or two in if you were lucky seemed like a total waste. You just hoped that he wasn’t actually intent on murdering you then robbing the place.
That thought does nothing to ease your worrying mind, so when the doorbell rings you visibly jump before standing up and flattening the creases out of your dress, trying your best to compose yourself. You begin to make your way to the door to meet the mysterious man who is waiting for you and that’s when it hits. This was a really bad idea. You freeze with your hand on the door handle. ‘Don’t be stupid.” You say to yourself.
You take a deep breath then close your eyes for a second before opening the door. What you immediately notice as the door separating you two leaves, is a hand about to hit you in the face and your eyes widen in shock. A short gasp escapes your lips and you take a step back in alarm. The hand in front of you immediately retracts and that’s when you see the man in front of you. Jaehyun, or at least that’s the name he told you. He must’ve been readying to knock again, you thought to yourself and internally shook your head at your antics. He was tall with black bangs that framed his face. Raking your eyes down his figure you notice that under his rather loose fitting clothes that he has a toned looking figure. When your eyes raise to catch his, you see the hesitancy that glaze through them. He stands slightly tense in front of you and by the soft and slightly worried look on his face you realise that this man couldn’t possibly murder you (but if he was going to he was a damn good actor).
Silence hangs in the air for what only feels like second but must’ve been a minute or two before Jaehyun shifts to lean on one leg. He reaches a hand out, this time gesturing for a handshake. “Hi, I’m-”
“Jaehyun.” You finish his sentence in a breathy whisper before smiling sheepishly.
He lets out a chuckle nodding his head. “And you must be-”
“Y/N” Inside you cringe. Interrupting people was a rude habit you had to get rid of as it constantly bugged those around you, but Jaehyun just laughs lowly, nodding again.
It stays quiet for a moment longer before you seemingly shake out of a trance, “Oh, please come in.” You step further into the doorway to allow him through and when he passes with a curt bow of his head and a small smile and you feel your heart melt. This guy had to be someone's boyfriend because there is no way he’s single with manners like this and those adorable dimples. If he’s not a murderer he has to be a cheater.
You lead him into your living room and gesture for him to sit on the couch. “Would you like something to drink?” You ask, eyes watching him closely as he sits down and observes the room. His own eyes darted to your face, “A water would be fine thanks.” You nod politely before ducking away to the kitchen. When you’re out of sight you let out a breath of relief. This is so awkward, the air around him feels like it’s sucking the life out of you. You try to come up with things to talk about and ways to bring up the current situation without making it even more awkward as you fill up two empty glasses and walk back out to the living room.
Placing the drinks on the coffee table you proceed to sit across from him in another chair and thank the gods that you actually have enough furniture in your house which means you don’t have to sit right beside him. He picks up a glass and takes a nervous sip while his eyes fly around to anything in the room that isn’t you.
You clear your throat, forcing a wave of courage to wash over your features but it doesn’t shake the wobble in your hands or the slight tremble in your voice. “So, Jaehyun, what do you like to do in your spare time?”
“Oh,” The question shocks him, you can tell by the way his eyebrows raise, “well I like to read.” You shift in your seat, trying your best to look more comfortable so that he will in turn, loosen up a bit. “So authors like Mark Twain, Charles Dickens?” You offer up a couple of authors that your male colleagues enjoy but he only shakes his head with a small smile at your suggestion. “No, actually. Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf and Shakespear if I’m in the mood.” It’s your turn to be surprised, an astounded “Really?” escaping past your lips and he nods with a half amused, half fake offence look. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t take you for a fairytale, feminist romantic.”
He smiles again, this time showing his pretty dimples in all their glory and you can’t help but reciprocate the expression. “If you don’t mind me stating,” he starts and you try to keep an inviting look on your face as he attempts to keep his gaze locked on yours, “you don’t seem like the domineering type, if I’m being honest.” You feel a slight blush rise to your cheeks at his proclamation but pull yourself together with only a slight shake of your pupils being the give away at your uncertainty. “No?” You question, letting a humorous tint lace your voice as you said the word - raising a brow. He shifts becoming obviously uncomfy but you just watch him amusedly. “Well, I was expecting-”
“A dominatrix?” You finish his sentence again and almost scold yourself aloud for interrupting, however taking note of the way his ears start to flush a deep pink at the very word.
“I suppose.” He admits, attempting to sit up straight and seem less small. Jaehyun had never felt like he wasn’t ever in control of a situation before and it showed. He was probably more nervous about handing over the reins rather than the rest of what was at hand as well.
“Jaehyun, I’m not a seasoned pro at this. I simply want to experiment a little, but if you don’t feel entirely comfortable with this, then I’m not gonna judge you if you want to walk out right now.” You explain to him trying to seem as unthreatening as possible. His features harden as his lips set into a straight line. “I have to do this, I’m a bit tight for cash at the moment as you know.” He says and you visibly cringe. This is so illegal.
He sees your change in character and immediately stands to his feet to reassure you, “Oh, gosh I don’t want you to think you’re taking advantage of me or anything. This is completely consensual.” You begin to nervously play with your fingers once again as you let out a whisper, “Jaehyun, I’m paying you to have sex with me.”.
He comes to your side suddenly and you become aware of the pleasant scent that follows him. “Just think of it as a favour, friend to friend.” He tries to convince as he kneels next to you on the ground. You look down at him, “Jaehyun this isn’t vanilla sex.” He cocks his head to the side in fake thought, “I know that. What if I told you I was kind of excited.” He nods sheepishly, letting his head fall to look at the ground where your feet lay.
You look at the back of his head before he raises his eyes to look at you with a slight blush on his cheeks. “Just be patient. I haven't done this fully before.” You say and he smiles lightly, “I haven’t done this ever, so we’re in the same boat.” He replies and you suck in a breath. Maybe we are in the same boat, but let’s just hope we don’t get hit by a tidal wave.
You let out the breath and reach a hand down to his chin. Your fingers grasp his jaw as you lower your face to his, ”If I’m gonna go to jail for you then you better make it worth my while.” You don’t get to see his expression before you bring your lips to his softly. The kiss is hesitant as you both get used to the feeling of each other's lips together. His hand reaches towards you to hold your face closer as he opens his mouth. When you nip at his lip he flinches before letting a grunt into the kiss, his grip on you tightening as his other hand rests on your knee. You pull away and take amusement in the way he looks up at you with parted lips.
“What’re your limits?” You mumble centimetres from his mouth and it takes him a minute to register your words. “Sorry?” Is his reply as he finally releases his gaze on your lips to meet your eyes. You shake your head in a show of fake disappointment before gently grasping his chin again. He expects you to lean down and kiss him, but you quickly drop your head to his cheek where the hot air of your breath fans against his ear lobe. It sends a hot chill down Jaehyun’s spine at the feeling, and he has to suppress his desired need to just grab you and force your mouth on his.
“How far can I push you until you break, hmm?” You change your wording, putting slight emphasis between each word and you swore you could feel the heat pour off him in sensual waves, a barely audible gulp making your ears perk up. “Anything. You can do anything, just ask first if it’s extreme.”
You hum in approval, allowing a slight grin to appear on your face as you stand up and gesture for him to do so as well. It takes him a moment efore he scrambles to his feet in what seems to be embarrassment if the red tinge that covers his features again is any indication. “We should go to my bedroom.” You mean to suggest, however it comes out as more of a statement. He nods and you then lead the way, taking note of the way he silently moves behind you as you wander through your hallway.
When you reach the bedroom you open the door for him to step inside. As he does you come in behind him and shut the door quietly. “Sit on the bed,” You say before adding a “please” at the end of the sentence out of habit. You hear him as he takes a seat on your bed whilst you start to search through one of your draws. When you find the item you’re looking for you turn to see him already staring at you, so you smile reassuringly.
You move over to him and his sitting position gives you a height advantage and you realise that it oddly sends a thrill through you. Even having such a little switch in the usual power dynamic has you excited already. You run the fabric of the blindfold through your fingers so that Jaehyun can see what it is clearly. “Do you have a safeword?” You can tell this question amuses him as a flash of humour passes through the light of his eyes but it leaves just as quickly as he remembers his reason for being here. “Do I have to have one?” He rebuts and you press your lips into a thin line. “I would prefer it if you did.” You reply and as he senses your slight disapproval at his question he mutters the word “Valentine” under his breath.
You quirk a brow confirming ‘valentine’ as his safe word to which he nods and you breathe out an almost exasperated ‘ok’. “If you’re slightly uncomfortable though, you have to tell me. Say orange or slow down or something.” You say to which he replies with a firm but quiet ‘yes’. You then start to bring the blindfold up to his eyes before tying it firmly around the back of his head. As you do, you can’t help but to run your fingers through his hair. The soft strands tug gently at his scalp and have Jaehyun shivering at the sensation of the action. With his sight obstructed everything you do, everywhere you touch or even when you move, has him sensing things at a heightened level.
You move away from him and take amusement in the way he rigidly sits, awaiting for you to do something. You have to admit the blindfold was a great idea, and you hoped that Jaehyun thought so too. You thought it might cut out some of the awkwardness and be a good way to start things off if you couldn’t necessarily see each other. With him waiting, you start to undress yourself. Bringing the fabric of your dress over your head to drop it on the floor. Jaehyun hears as it hits the ground and he subtly sucks in a breath at the action.
You proceed to unclip your bra and slide out of your panties as well, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Jaehyun wouldn’t ever admit it but it was killing him just knowing you were standing only an arms reach away, completely bare, and he couldn’t see or touch you.
You can tell it surprises him when you climb onto the bed, however you’re away at the other end, leaning on the headboard watching his back as his head turns over his shoulder in your direction. You breathe out a quiet, shaky breath but can’t help the excitement that builds inside of you. All of your skin is exposed and the slight chill mixed with this exhilaration in the air causes your nipples to prick up and goosebumps to appear on your skin.
“Jaehyun,” You call his name and he lets out a hum at your voice. “Take off your clothes.” Your order has him gulping before standing up and trying to discard his clothing as best he can whilst having no vision at all. It’s clumsy the way he does it as you watch and he almost trips over several times pulling his legs from his sweatpants. He catches the way you chuckle slightly at his struggle and it causes a flash of humiliation to pass through him.
Nevertheless, he feels his body erupt in tingles and the familiar feeling of becoming hard causes his head to spin at the revolution that this might be something he was into.
You definitely notice the way he seems to throb at the sound so when he is left in nothing but his underwear you tilt your head to the side, forgetting he can’t actually see you. “What about those?” You question with a hint of judgement lacing your tone and you watch carefully as he slowly grips the band with his fingertips before pulling his last garment of clothing down.
You aren’t completely shocked by his body. You did make a mental comment on how you thought he was hiding his toned form under less than flattering clothes, I mean after all he didn’t come here with the purpose of impressing you. However, as your gaze travels down his body you can’t help but to admire his athleticism, but what surprises you the most is his hard, leaking cock that stands tall under your gaze. At least you know he’s enjoying himself.
“You’re so pretty, Jaehyun.” You muse and appreciate the way he shivers at the compliment. He clasps his hands in front of him, obstructing your view and you smirk in response. “Come here.” The order is short but he reacts right away, trying to feel for you on the bed. His head shoots up at your following command, “Crawl.”. You watch in diversion as he ponders the thought before he crawls onto the foot of your bed, proceeding slowly up to you.
When he places his hand on your out-stretched foot, instead of retracting it shyly like you thought he would, he wraps his fingers around your ankle before following your leg up your body. The action surprises you and you can only sit stunned as he continues to crawl up between your legs, his hand stopping at your hip bone as the other once again rests on your cheek. He brings your mouth to his, connecting your lips in a kiss that feels much less cautious than the first and more full of desire. His lips are passionate on yours, the taste of lust seeping into your mouth from his. It’s not quite a whole mess but the sounds that tumble from your mouth into his make him hold your head on an angle that has his tongue angled deeper into you.
You break the kiss with a push to his chest and instead of sitting back like you hoped he would, he begins to press firm kisses to your neck and collarbone. You find your hands in his hair, toying with the strands as puffs of air escape your lips before you realise what was supposed to be happening here. “Sit back.” You demand and he hums against your skin, yet doesn’t let up. Your fingers that are in his hair grip at his roots lightly before you use this grasp to pull his head from you. The groan he lets out as his head falls against your hand is pornographic and the sound sends shoots of arousal straight to your core.
“You have to listen to me, Jaehyun. After all, you are being paid.” Your comment makes his cheeks redden in embarrassment but nonetheless, you marvel in the way his cock twitches. You tug his hair back further causing an arch to form in his back as he leans his chest into you. A chuckle passees through your lips before you lick over his right nipple, causing him to suck in a breath. “I’m paying you to do this because you asked me to. But you seem to enjoy it more than you let on, don’t you?” When no sound is heard from him you take the sensitive bud into your mouth, delivering a sharp pinch of a bite.
“What was that?” You question, this time hoping for an answer. His hands grab at the sheets below as he lets out a grunt followed by a very quick, “Yes.”.
Satisfied with his answer you release his hair. “Go sit at the foot of the bed.” Your order is simple and your tone leaves no room for argument as you watch the slightly desperate look on Jaehyun’s face turn to an annoyed one. You can tell he wants to rebut but you lightly slap his thigh in warning, “You don’t get to pick and choose what you get here tonight, Jaehyun.” That’s all it takes for him to tighten his lips before he makes his way to the edge of the bed, with his hands stretched out to find his way.
While you keep an eye on him, you reach over to your left bedside table and pull out your trusty toy. It might seem pointless to have this man all to yourself and still want to use a vibrator but if you played your cards right, you could have Jaehyun keening in your lap for your attention. It would beat this cool and calm exterior he tries to hide his emotions in anyway.
The toy you pulled out is a wand vibrator. Enough to push you along and enough to get Jaehyun wound up but sadly not enough to satisfy you tonight. As you switch on the toy, you watch as the man a foot away from your feet slowly swivels his head around, trying to discern where the light buzzing noise is coming from. It humours you when you see the expression on his face change when he figures out what it has to be.
“Are you kidding me?” His question lacks intrigue and you notice a hint of disappointment in his tone that makes you smile. “What’s wrong, baby.” You ask, a slight mocking tone to your voice and when he doesn't answer you bring the vibrating head of the toy to your clit. You let out a sigh of content and a barely audible moan, that you can tell affects him as he gulps before running his tongue along his bottom lip.
“What am I here for if you just want to do it like this?” His voice is firm, like he wants an easy answer from you but you only lightly laugh. He looks flushed as his hands fiddle in his lap to not touch anything he shouldn’t, and the amusement you seem to gain from his overall hopeless state only makes his cock throb painfully.
“Who’s not to say that I didn’t just want you to watch?” You say and you can almost feel the twinkle in your eyes when you moan out loud and Jaehyun clenches his jaw whilst choosing to ball his fists in his lap. “That would be cruel, and I can’t even see.” Is his response.
“It’s not cruel when you’re being paid generously to just listen. And I’ll let you see soon, maybe.” Your lips curl up when he grunts lowly in response, his pink tinged skin now a permanent feature on his pale complexion.
Choosing now to let him wallow in his own self pity, you focus on the toy in your hand and start to move it against your sensitive bud with purpose. The whimpers and soft moans that leave your mouth are like a siren song to Jaehyun’s ears, your body calling him yet he’s stuck in place by your authority over him. If this was under any other circumstances, Jaehyun can name all the things he would do to you right now. You teasing him like this was just down right humiliating, Jaehyun was a man notorious for being in control with women. If he didn’t need the money so badly he would be ripping this blindfold off and fucking you into your bed so hard that you would forget your own name. But he wasn’t in charge, you were. So he has to sit still and take what you give him, even if it means listening to you get off on a toy while he was sitting right here eager to do anything for you.
You call his name as you pleasure yourself but even you become frustrated with how close you’re getting just to sit on the edge of bliss. You turn the vibrator off and place it to the side before running your fingers through your folds. With your legs spread in front of him, if Jaehyun were to take off his blindfold right at this second he would see how impossibly wet you are. But you’re betting he can hear it by the way he licks his lips and the soft groan that escapes him as you stroke yourself.
“What do you want from me?” He asks, with a desperation in his voice that you hadn’t heard thus far, “What do I have to do for you to use me instead?” His pleading tone makes your core clench, he’s practically begging. Which you could tell was a very rare occurrence from him.
You sit up slightly so that you can see him better. His brows are knit together and his entire body is flushed a light tinge of pink. What catches your eyes though is the sight of his angry red cock, pulsing with need. “What do you want?” You ask, your eyes glancing back to his face to see his eyebrows raise and a look of excitement flashes across his features.
“Would you let me taste you?” He asks softly but with an edge of confidence as your own eyes raise at his assertive tone. The smirk that crosses your features indicates your mischievousness as you rebut, “How bad do you want to?” Your question doesn’t seem to throw him off like you thought it would, with only a light display of embarrassment becoming present on his face as he replies, “So bad.”
You make him wait for a minute and the silence hanging in the air makes him think you’ll say no but you spread your legs wider and mumble out, “Go on then.” That’s all it takes for him to practically jump up, however he doesn't come up the bed to you. He instead searches for your foot before tugging you down to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees when he thinks he has you placed where he wants. His soft hands run up from your knees to your thighs as he leans into your core, taking in your scent. You hear a short “fuck” escape from his lips and Jaehyun only wishes that he could see your pretty pussy. He almost has you jumping from his grip when his warm tongue makes experimental touches against your inner thighs, so close to where you want him. “Jaehyun.” The tone in your voice is once again warning, willing him to cut out the teasing and get on with it.
He hums against you and gives you no warning when he suddenly parts your lips with the pads of his thumbs and presses his tongue into your heat. Your hands immediately fly to his head pushing him closer as your thighs enclose around his head. Drawn out moans fight their way from your chest into the air as you feel his hot tongue dart inside your dripping hole over and over again. Pulling back from you, you watch the look of concentration on his face as he tries to go at it blindly and you admire the sight of the dark fabric of the blindfold against his pale skin.
You however get no more than a second of this before he is dipping back in, eager to show you that you should’ve used him from the start. He directs his attention to your clit and uses his thumb and index finger to squeeze it together lightly between the two, before he uses his tongue to poke at it in fast strokes. A series of curses and whines leave your mouth in a hurry, the feeling of his technique nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. While you are distracted one of his fingers begins to probe at your entrance and you don’t notice until he pushes it into you slowly. Your back arches and you once again grip his hair to hold him close as he pumps the digit inside of your heat. Making up your mind, you decide to pull the blindfold from his head, tossing it elsewhere in the room.
Jaehyun’s eyes adjust quickly to the light of the space and he is immediately grateful to you for not only taking off the blindfold but also for having such a pretty pussy like he had hoped. Your wetness drips down from the finger that’s inside you to pool around his knuckles, and before you can breathe he’s ducking back down to latch his lips around your clit. He adds another finger to your hole carefully and begins to suck harshly on your bundle of nerves, his obvious motivation right now to see you come apart in front of him.
Your grip on his hair is tight and only makes him groan into your core when your fingernails graze his scalp. The vibration sent through you in turn has your core beginning to clench as the pressure of pleasure builds within you.
Jaehyun senses your state by your rigid muscles and the raise in pitch of your moans, and works to double his efforts. His fingers draw in and out of your heat at a rapid pace and his mouth suctioning on your clit with his tongue occasionally poking through to prod at it has you seeing stars behind your lids. You cum faster than you ever have when a guy’s gone down on you. The overwhelming pleasure that consumes you as you gush out onto his awaiting tongue has your body twitching while he lets your hips ride against his face.
When you finally slump back down onto the bed, your muscles are spent and your pussy is still clenching from the power of the orgasm. Jaehyun’s fluffy hair tickles at your thighs as he brings his head back up, a primal look in his eyes as a smile graces his lips. Your mouth twitches into a similar state as you raise a brow, “Why do you look so happy?”
He shrugs in response before sitting up on his knees, “I bet you wish you let me do that sooner.” His smug expression has your eyes narrowing, a playful hint passing through them. “Why don’t you come sit up here Jaehyun, get up off the floor.” You say indicating for him to lay in the space to your left.
He stands up to his full height and you begin to remember how good it feels to order around a man who could easily overpower you. It’s even better when you realise that they don’t want to. The bed dips as he lays down beside you and you turn on your side to face him, your faces millimetres from one anothers.
His eyes hold scepticism as you run your fingertips over his chest, tracing special patterns around his nipples. You feel him shiver under your touch as you do so. Quickly and before he can react you flick his right nipple causing a low hiss to escape his parted lips. “What a sensitive little thing you are, Jaehyun.” You muse, once again a touch of mockery slipping into the speculation.
Your eyes catch his as a breath escapes him. Maintaining his gaze, you slowly lower your mouth to his chest where you let a dribble of spit slip past your lips before it falls directly onto the flicked nipple. He sharply inhales and you find yourself tingling at the effect you have on him. You do the same to his other nipple before you blow on both of them. Exchanging from the right to the left.
The harsh temperature change on his sensitive buds has his lids half closing and short pants escaping him before drawing your attention down to his leaking cock. You hum lighlty as you resume flicking his nippples slowly, watching for any signs of actual pain but you only see pleasure enveloping his features as a drawn out breath turns into a whine. Again the easily flustered man immediately tries to catch the sound in his throat, but it’s too late.
Your eyes zero in on the way he tosses his head to the side in embarrassment and you take this opportunity to lean up and press hard marks to the soft skin of his throat. You surprise him with a pinch to the nipples as you do so, and his hands immediately fly to your waist attempting to pull you on top of him. You pull back and tut, a borderline condescending look on your face as his eyes plead with you to stop teasing and give him what he wants.
You trail a hand up his thigh tauntingly before stopping just beside his cock. The head pulses almost violently and you wonder if this is what it must feel like for him to have ‘blue balls’. Jaehyun thinks the exact same thing.
“Do you want me to touch you here?” You question almost sadistically as your fingers dance around where he wants you most. He begins to squirm under your touch and he nods his head. You pretend to ponder the thought, “I think you should ask.” you say in amusement as his head shakes.
“Touch me.” The demand leaves you slightly stunned but a smirk makes its way to your lips. You grasp his cock suddenly, the tight, dry friction on his sensitive dick having him all but yelp in pain whilst his hips thrust into your grip in contradiction. You lean forward slightly, your smile a sheet hiding your teeth that you display threateningly, “Ask nicely.”
HIs body heaves in need and the slight pain of your grip and your show of aggressive dominance causes a shameful moan to grace the air. “Please. Touch me.” He rushes out in an attempt to mask the sound. You sit back on your heels, a satisfied smile replacing the sadistic one. “Good boy. You’ll find doing what I say works in your favour.” You pretend to not notice the way his thighs tremble at the pet name, instead choosing to spare him of the added embarrassment.
You place yourself in between his legs and lean down, but before you can get too close to his leaking member, a hand finds its way into your hair. “No.” You all but growl and the pressure is immediately gone, almost making you wonder if you had imagined it. But as you look up to him from your position the way he turns his head to the side and gulps shows you you hadn’t.
You choose to let it slide, figuring it was a habit and it would be mean to punish him for it straight away. However as you once again lean closer to his cock his hand is back, this time tangling in your hair. Your sharp eyes puncture him before your words can as you lean over him, your body pressed firmly against his. “For fucks sake Jaehyun, can your stupid little horny brain not comprehend that no means no.” His wide eyed response almost makes you think that your outburst was too much for him but when he swallows a deep groan and thrusts emptily into your thigh, you know. This little shit is getting off to this more than you thought.
You grab his wrists so tightly you swear your nails leave imprints on him and another moan tumbles from his lips. You breathe harshly, almost annoyed he’s becoming more and more turned on as you become increasingly tired of his antics. You thrust his arms forward above his head causing your boobs to bounce and land an inch or two from his face. His barely open eyes snap to your exposed nipples as he arches himself from the bed, lifting his face to your chest and in turn, causing friction to occur between your tightly pressed bodies.
His thigh between your legs rubs at your clit deliciously and your eyes all but roll back as his mouth connects with your hardened bud. With your weight still pressing his wrists out of reach he is rendered almost useless and a shot of arousal shoots through your core. You slowly start to grind your pussy against his bare thigh and the sensation has a short gasp pulled from your throat. Jaehyun moans against your nipple as his teeth lightly scrape over the sensitive skin. He tenses his thigh as he switches his attention to the other breast, popping the last from his mouth.
You continue to rock against him, completely aware of how your own thigh pushes against his balls and lower shaft, causing him slight relief along with an appreciated ting of pain. He seems to mostly get off to how you use him though. The way you tend to lose yourself in the feeling, almost completely forgetting he was there and only focusing on your own pleasure has his mind foggy. “You just let me use you, don't you.” You chuckle, a borderlining scary glint passing through your eyes but it only makes him want for you more.
You release his wrists from your grip in favour of placing them either side of his head as you sit yourself up in a more comfortable position and the movement has your chest leaving his reach. So you can continue rocking your cunt against his toned thigh but also be close enough to his face for what you wanted to try. You raise your right hand slowly up to his neck before wrapping your fingers loosely around the column of his throat. His eyes immediately close and a light hum of appreciation that exits you turns to an elicit moan as he moves his thigh in a way that has your clit being pressed against it in just the right way.
With this, your fingers tighten slightly and you feel as his hands twitch above his head where you left them. You lower your head so that your lips hover above his, “Good boy, just lightly. It feels good.” He gasps as you choose this moment to slip his pulsing head into your entrance. A slight rotation of your hips is all it takes and he slips in easily, filling you almost too good. Again, your grip on his throat tightens and you know when the sensation of both hits him as he lets out a gorgeous moan, the sound causing you to tighten around him as you begin to pop your hips on his cock.
Jaehyun was about to cum. You could feel it by the way he seems to expand inside you, and you wouldn’t blame him. He’s been on edge for a while and the combination of your pussy wrapped around him and your fingers tightly wrapped around his neck, would have him seeing stars. Though, you won’t let it be over that fast. You don’t know Jaehyun’s body well enough to know what his recovery period would be and you are not paying as much as you are to let him cum that fast in your pussy.
Just as you feel he’s only a stroke or two from exploding you lift off him, causing a pitiful whine of his to fill the room. You release your grip on his neck in favour of tangling your fist in his hair tightly and leaning down. “You know it can’t be that easy baby.” You pout, the now familiar mocking tone present in your voice.
“What the actual hell.” He groans, pulling his head to the side, almost purposefully so that the tug on his hair is harder. You place a gentle kiss on his sharp jawline before patting his chest, caressing him so lightly as to not rile him into cumming untouched. When enough time had passed that you were satisfied he was again far from orgasm, you slowly sunk down on him again.
Jaehyun tries not to move, he really does, but he’s just so fucking sensitive from beging edged. He cries out curse words as you move against him slowly. His back arches off the bed and trying to sooth his mind, you tug at his roots till his head tips back again and you lower your head to litter light kisses on his throat. Now marked with light hickeys and obvious marks from where your fingers were tightly coiled around his neck.
All of these light touches and soft movements bring Jaehyun closer to cumming much faster than he thought he could but like before, you felt his impending orgasm and chose to lift right off of him. He whines a hopelessly loud cry and attempts to usher you back down on him by lifting his hips. When you don't budge he frustratingly brings one of his hands that he had so nicely kept above his head, between the two of you where he grasps his cock in his hand. Hissing from the sensitivity of two denied orgasms, he tries powers through and tug at himself desperately.
It’s only when you pull his hand from his cock underneath you that you notice the water pooling in his tear ducts. Dear god, you made him cry. You shush him soothingly and wipe the stray tear that falls. He grabs your wrist looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Safeword?” You question. He shakes his head no and you internally smile. “Please let me cum.” he begs, a strain lingering in his voice. You nod and he prepares for you to take a seat on him when you suddenly roll to the side making him panic. You weren’t going to leave him like this were you? Pay him and send him home?
“No, no, no. Please.” he pleads before you connect your lips with his, encouraging him to roll to his side as well. He melts into the kiss, easily letting you lead as he obliges, fully facing you as you press yourself closer to him. You lift your leg so that you are half straddling his hip and use the heel of your foot to press his hips to yours. His cock nudges at your thigh and he shudders, lightly placing one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. Silently asking for permission. When you don’t push him away, he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth as you reach a hand down to grasp him softly and align him to your entrance once again.
He doesn't push himself into you. He seems to have learnt better than that in your short time together. So when you once again press your heel to his ass he gets the hint and jolts into you. His mouth gapes open as you continue to kiss him and small whimpers fall from your own mouth. It’s been a struggle for you too, don’t be mistaken. As everytime he gets edged, effectively, so do you. So when he does finally start to rut his hips into yours you know he won’t last long. His movements are slow and deep as he fights his own sensitivity to finally tip over the edge.
It feels intimate. The position, the pace, the way he parts from your mouth to look you in the eyes before his lids close in bliss everytime you squeeze around him. You know very well by now when he's getting close so when you feel him begin to throb inside you, you guide his hand on your waist between the two of you and you think he gets the idea. He presses small, slow and sensual circles on your clit that has you quickly tipped over the edge. Your body in turn convulses as he rides you through your high. The pulsing and tight heat of your pussy around him paired with the contractions from your orgasm has his own high crashing into him. The most beautiful sounds leave his raw throat as his eyes screw shut, his grip on you tightening and you swear you’ve never seen a prettier sight.
The next few moments you two just spend lying in each other's arms, both too sensitive to move until you know that your pussy has held him captive long enough. You gently pull away from him, lowering your leg back down to your side. Another moment passes and Jaehyun still has his eyes closed and you almost think you’ve given him a heart attack. “I don’t want to leave.” he mumbles and you almost laugh in relief.
“You don't have to leave right now Jaehyun.” You asure and his eyes peel open, grip still tight around your waist.
“No, you don’t get it. I don’t want to just go and never see you again.” His voice is barely above a whisper and you find yourself caught in thoughts. Does this mean he’s caught some sort of feelings? I mean you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything but this was only supposed to be a one time thing.
You go to move, trying to untangle yourself from his arms and avoiding his gaze. “Look Jaehyun, I’ll just get your money-”
He pulls you close to him so that your noses are nearly touching and your heart thumps hard in your chest as his eyes make contact with yours. “I don’t want the money. I want you.”
