The room smelled of candle wax and a hint of leather, the atmosphere clearly prepared with care and intention. The lights were low, just a golden glow illuminating the rumpled blankets and the bodies waiting in silence. Wumuti and Rui knelt on either side of the mattress, wearing just enough to keep the tension alive. Desire was already in the air, floating between the three of them, tangible and waiting, as their breaths began to fall out of sync.
The one guiding them walked with deliberate calm, and the sound of their steps on the carpet was enough to make backs straighten. There were no shouts or urgency, only a gentle voice that knew exactly how to lead them.
"I don't want you doing anything without permission," she murmured. "Tonight, your only task is to obey."
Rui lowered his head without hesitation, lips slightly parted and breath uneven, revealing just how easy it was for him to give in. Wumuti, on the other hand, clenched his jaw, as his urge to play the defiant submissive didn’t fade so easily.
The touches started slowly on the older man's neck, making him tilt his head with a barely audible sigh. Then they moved to Rui's back, fingers tracing his skin without haste, awakening every fiber of his body.
"Don't touch each other," she said firmly. "If you do it without permission, you'll just watch."
The tremor from the Taiwanese was almost immediate, and Wumuti averted his gaze without a word, clenching his fists. The woman leaned between them, pressing her body lightly and creating a touch that seemed to burn. Her fingers traced down Rui’s chest, making him catch his breath, while the leader of XLOV watched with parted lips.
"Show me what you’ve got," she ordered, stepping back. "I want to see you beg without words."
The command sent a shiver straight to their groins, making them shift anxiously. As requested, there were no audible pleas, but their bodies spoke through tremors, tense muscles, and restrained gestures, and that was enough for the night to finally begin.
♡Note: no one requested it but it's been in my drafts for so long Google said Bowaq means baby so uhm don't come for me if the translations wrong
♡Genre: One shot : Nerd!reader x Wumuti :
♡CW: readers a gamer :
01/30/26
You’re sitting cross-legged on your bed in your oversized black hoodie (the one that practically swallows you whole), hair falling over your face like a curtain as you lean toward the computer screen. Your room is dim except for the glow of the monitor, empty energy-drink cans and chip bags scattered on the desk like evidence of a late-night grind. Wumuti is perched elegantly on the edge of your gaming chair, even though he’s wearing platform heels that make the whole thing look comically small under him. His long acrylics (today they’re glossy cherry red with tiny rhinestones) click softly against the desk as he rests his chin in his hand, watching you with that calm, fond smile he always has when you get like this.
You’re halfway through an animated rant, voice getting louder and faster the more excited you get. “—and then this guy, right, this absolute gremlin rogue comes out of nowhere with a premeditated stun-lock combo and just deletes me in two seconds! Two! I had full health pots, I had my cooldowns up, I even popped my defensive trinket, and he still melted me like I’m made of paper! I swear the devs buffed that class just to spite me personally—”
You’re gesturing wildly now, nearly knocking over a can as you mimic the rogue’s combo rotation with your hands. Wumuti’s perfectly lined eyes crinkle at the corners as he listens, head tilted slightly. His perfume (something expensive and warm, like vanilla and sandalwood) lingers in the air even over the faint smell of your room’s usual chaos. He waits until you pause to take a breath, then speaks in that soft, melodic voice of his, lightly accented but crystal clear. “You’re so cute when you’re mad at pixels, Bowaq.”
He reaches over with one careful finger and gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear so he can see your face better. His touch is light, deliberate, like everything he does. “Did you at least get revenge the next round?” he asks, genuinely curious, leaning a little closer. His long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks in the monitor light. You huff, cheeks warming despite yourself. “No… I queued again and got the same guy three times in a row. I think the game is trolling me.”
Wumuti laughs quietly (not at you, never at you), just a soft, warm sound that makes your chest feel weirdly light. “Then let me watch you destroy him next time,” he says, settling more comfortably in the chair, crossing his legs like he’s at a fashion show instead of in your messy bedroom. “I’ll be your good-luck charm.” He gives you that smile again (the one that somehow makes even your disaster of a room feel a little brighter). “Now show me the clip where he killed you. I want to see how dramatically you died.”
[Note: I have used he/him for Wumuti but he goes by any pronouns so I've included the use of calling him 'Mommy' in this smut!]
Warnings: Smut, Dom!Wumuti, Sub!Wumuti (in next part), Sub!Reader Dom!Reader (in next part), you and Wumuti are switches, Jealousy, Degradation, Mommy kink (you call Muti Mommy), Rui being a little shit.
You had been spending the day with your lover, Wumuti after having argument after argument. It was Rui's idea to take a break and make up with each other. It was a great day, nothing big, You had got matching nails and went shopping, as usual, and he bought you a few things (totally spoiled you). At the dorm, you were failing but trying to cut up some fruit for the members when suddenly, Rui came into the kitchen, taking the strawberry from your grasp.
"Hey! I was using that!"
You scolded him, as he ate it with a smirk.
"It's sweet, like you, (Y/N)~"
He winked at you playfully. You heard Wumuti clear his throat; it's not the first time Rui had said stuff like that to you, and it wouldn't be the last. Rui was naturally a sweet, playful, flirtatious person, but Wumuti was also a naturally jealous partner. You just rolled your eyes at Rui, sticking your tongue out and going back to cutting the fruit.
"Go mess with someone else, Rui~ You know you're cute, go harass Haru or Hyun with that"
You told him, making Wumuti snarl.
"We're doing something else, Rui."
Wumuti said, coming to stand next to you. Rui sneered while Wumuti scoffed.
"Are you jealous because of what I said last night?"
Rui grinned.
"Of course not, Rui."
Wumuti sighed.
"What did he say?"
You asked.
"Nothing"
Wumuti replied quickly after you. Rui spoke up, a devilish smile on his face.
"I said I bet I could make you scream louder than Wumuti could, (Y/N)~"
You looked at Rui, shocked at what he had said, your face going beet red out of shock and embarrassment. He just laughed and Wumuti fumed.
"By that reaction, I'm guessing you agree, (Y/N)~?"
"What? RUI- !!"
You yelled at him. He chuckled.
"See? I can do it without even having to touch her, Muti~ Bye~ !"
Rui suddenly left, Wumuti sulking and silent. You put your hand on his shoulder gingerly.
"Muti?"
His head snapped up as his hand went around your throat gently but firmly in one swift move.
"He wants wants see who can make you scream the most? Fine. Kneel Down."
Wumuti let go of your neck, waiting for you to move. You instinctively kneeled in front of him, whining.
"Muti, are you okay?"
You asked with worry. He grabbed your chin with lustful eyes.
"Its Mommy now, got it?"
You nodded, a jolt of pleasure already reaching your core. Wumuti grabbed your hair tightly.
"Say it again, you trash."
"Y-Yes Mommy, I understand."
He let go of your hair gently.
"Good..now. Upstairs. Bedroom. Now."
He pushed you towards the bedroom. Wumuti would never act like this unless he had your consent, which, over multiple sessions, you've given him. He knew you liked his dominant side. Once you are both In the bedroom, with you settled on the bed, Wumuti sighs and inches closer, inspecting his nails and then putting his hands on his hips.
"Do you know what you did wrong?"
He spoke sternly but softly. You shook your head, whining. You really wanted your Muti to touch you already.
"You're entertaining Rui. He's no good. You. Are mine. Without me, you're nothing, understand?"
He says sternly, walking over to the bed and climbing so he was on top of you.
"You okay, baby? This alright? Tell me if I'm doing anything you don't like...and I'll stop."
Wumuti smiled gently, brushing hair out of your face softly. He knew your boundaries. And tonight, you didn't care about them. You wanted Wumuti to fucking own you.
"Mommy please....I'm okay. More than okay, just...please, Muti..."
"Well, since my baby is being so good fot Mommy...I guess I'll entertain you."
He starts licking you slowly after removing your skirt and panties, his tongue flat against your pussy lips. You gasp and squirm, your body shaking with pleasure. Wumuti sucks on your clit gently, making you see stars. He slides one finger inside you, then two, fucking you with them slowly. He removes a finger, his manicured nails scraping along your thigh posessively.
"Fucking slut. You're mine, got it? Not Rui's."
You nodded, gasping. His red hair falls In front of his face as he kissed you desperately, gripping onto your waist. Wumuti was so fucking pretty...so damn perfect. You stared up at him lovingly as he continued to finger fuck you.
"Muti..."
You say softly, cupping his face. It catches him off guard and he blushes intensely. You spoke again.
"So pretty..."
He blushes, his submissive side coming out instantly as you take off his shirt, your own matching nails scraping up his abdomen and chest, claiming him. You smirked victoriously, and in that moment, as Wumuti stared at you lovingly, pleasuring you, you came.
"Muti!"
You gripped his red hair firmly, and he moaned at the sensation. You soon come down from your intense orgasm, and smirk at Wumuti.
"My turn~"
He was flipped over, underneath you in an instant, his shirt discarded.
"Fuck, (Y/N)..."
He whimpered submissively.
"Jealous brat. Let's see how you endure my punishment for being such a pain, hm?"
Meanwhile, outside the door, Rui smirked, his plan falling into place.
"So...you finally decide to have at it after three days of arguing with each other...guess my plan worked"
...end of part one.
[WHEW wtf is going on second fic and I write a dom!idol? Bruh. But tbf, is is about mother Wumuti and he can dom the shit out of me fr. Stay tuned for part 2!! :)]
synopsis: wumuti makes you show your appreciation for their heels.
pairing: dom! wumuti (all pronouns) x f!reader
category: smut, no plot
warnings: humiliation kink, praise, excessive use of nicknames (love, darling, good girl, angel, baby), slight degradation (reader is called pathetic and dumb), light nipple play, bodily fluids, m! masturbation, cum eating
word count: 1.9k
note: got violently horny about wumuti in heels. wrote this with my clit. bone apple teeth. cross-posted on AO3
DISCLAIMER: this work is strictly 18+, mdni. dividers are by @/fic-dumpster and @/cursed-carmine. pictures aren't mine, all rights to @/xlov_official.
the following content is not meant to reflect the idol mentioned in any form.
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it wasn’t your fault you weren't listening to wumuti – not really.
at the end of the day you were weak for your partner. it wasn’t your fault that they looked ethereal, as if they were not even from this plane. it wasn’t your fault they were so hot it made your lip bleed from how hard you were biting it as you were watching them. it wasn’t your fault that you were dripping, your thighs uncomfortably clenching as you tried to focus on what he was saying.
wumuti seemed oblivious to your predicament as he was talking about the event; all wide smile and bright shiny eyes. you wished you could focus on the words leaving his lips but the connection between your ears and your brain seemed severed. you saw her lips move but really your focus was elsewhere. lower. way lower. it wasn't the mini skirt that had captivated you. no, it were these fucking boots.
black leather. high heeled. going up to his knees. fuck. you swallowed hard as your eyes snapped back up to muti’s face as he was saying your name. "are you okay, darling?" the genuine concern in his voice made you sick to the stomach. you felt like a pervert.
"y-yeah, yes of course. why wouldn't i be?"
she quirked an eyebrow at you, putting her arms on each of your shoulders. caging you. trapping you. "mh, well for one thing you've been quiet for like 10 minutes," her face came closer to yours, the tip of your noses almost touching as a wicked grin spread on his face, "and secondly, you really think i didn't notice your squirming? i'm not blind."
you could feel your face burning. you really thought you had been more subtle. their breath hit your face as they spoke again, "so tell me love, what's got you all worked up, hm?"
you swallowed thickly, ears burning. your eyes met his for a moment before you quickly looked to the side and mumbled, "your boots."
"i'm sorry, love, i couldn't hear you. what was that?," the teasing lilt in his voice gave him away. he had heard you loud and clear. he just relished in your suffering it seemed.
you took a deep breath, meeting her eyes. "i said these fucking high heeled boots."
a teasing smirk you knew all too well took place on their lips as they clicked their tongue.
"that's not how good girls should speak, is it?"
it was at that moment your brain seemed to completely shut off. your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, your skin felt hot and the stickiness between your thighs was unbearable. your tongue was like lead in your mouth, a dead weight, completely and utterly useless.
you shook your head 'no'.
wumuti cooed, "noo, that's right, darling. and you are a good girl, right?"
your head moved on its own, up and down, 'yes'.
"so what should i be doing with my good darling girl, hm?," his voice was but a whisper before his lips found yours. they were soft and warm against yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. he tasted faintly of strawberries, his perfume was enveloping you. you couldn't suppress your whimpers as his warm hands found your waist. holding. caressing. exploring.
your brain couldn't process anything, synapsis firing. while wumuti had been standing in front of you just a moment ago, you were now leaning back on the hotel bed with him all over you. somewhere between feeling his lips on yours, tasting him, soaking in his warmth, you lost your shirt and pants.
their hands found your breasts, your nipples pressed against the soft material of your bra. nimble fingers got rid of it, exposing your flesh to the cool air. he was pinching and rolling your sensitive nipples while placing open-mouthed kisses against the delicate skin of your neck, your collarbones, the swell of your breasts.
his hot tongue teased your nipples before fully sucking them into his mouth. her hands glided further down, down, down until they were finally spreading your thighs. you were almost shaking as you felt her nails against the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. a low chuckle escaped her as she released your nipple and her eyes found yours. she was still wearing the contact lenses from the event, her eyes colored red and blue as she assessed your face: cheeks flushed, your pupils blown wide, swollen lips shiny with your mixed spit. you were beautiful.
carefully, slowly, as if to torture you, she slid her hand into your panties. a gasp escaped you as her fingers pressed against your clit. her eyes widened slightly, her mouth formed an o-shape. "my, my, you're really needy, angel." your eyes fell shut as their fingers drew small circles. there was barely any pressure and yet the moan that escaped you was borderline whorish. before the feeling inside you could build, the stroke of muti's fingers was gone. your eyes flew open just as wumuti straightened up before taking a step away from you. a devilish grin graced their angelic face as they sucked the tip of their middle finger, the one that was just touching you mere seconds ago.
"i don't know, angel," they sighed dramatically while sitting down on a chair, "i'm feeling awfully tired after today. maybe you could do a bit of the work?" they almost snickered at the sight in front of them: your chest was heaving and shining with spit, small love bites blooming here and there, legs spread wide which gave them an excellent view of the wet spot between your legs. your quiet voice was shaking as you pushed yourself up and made your way over to them, "yes, yes, wanna be good for you, muti." you dropped to your knees in front of them, eager hands started to play with the belt of their skirt when all of a sudden – "ah, ah, ah," he tsked, "not what i meant, love." confusion was written across your face. he leaned back a bit, pushing their foot between your spread legs. their half-lidded gaze met yours when they said, "ride it."
"w-what?," your ears were ringing, heat blazing in your cheeks. "you heard me," his smile was expectant, "ride. my. boot."
you breathed heavily. once. twice. wumuti quirked an eyebrow. "come on, i don't have all night." they gently pressed the tip of their heel against your core. "o-oh." your eyes fluttered shut, hips rolling on their own accord. the touch of the shoe was delicious against your aching core. the wet cotton was sticking to your folds and you could feel the coolness of the leather seeping through. you cradled muti's calf for better leverage. what started as careful, slight touches of your core and her boot soon became full on grinds. the hotel room carpet grated against your knees but you simply couldn't care, too lost in the pleasure of doing something unimaginable.
"god, you look so pathetic."
wumuti's voice was soft, despite the harsh words. from her, it sounded more like a compliment. you couldn't keep quiet, the moans that you had tried hard to suppress spilled freely from your lips. you were starting to become more and more frantic. your head was resting on top of his knees as your hips seemed to work tirelessly. grind, grind, grind.
your poor pussy was weeping, beginning to soak the shoe. but none of it mattered, instead your eyes were trained on wumuti. wumuti who had started to pull out her cock, long fingers carefully wrapped around it. precum was leaking down the pink mushroom tip. your mouth was beginning to water. her elegant hand started carefully pumping; once, twice.
"want you, please," you whined. wumuti laughed softly and continued touching herself. "you're busy, baby. remember?," she cruelly pressed her foot against your core. the intense pressure made you groan. "mmhph, please, please," you weren't sure what exactly you were begging for, your brain was melting at the continued stimulation of your clit. back and forth, back and forth. muti laughed again when she suddenly squeezed her cock just right, causing their eyes to roll back, "a-aah, fuck. you're begging s-so pretty. is my baby turning dumb?"
you nodded your head stupidly. eyes trained on his hand. god, how you wished you could have a taste, feel him in your throat. you were mesmerized, hypnotized. you didn't even notice that your tongue was lolling out, drool dripping on the top of muti's boots. you felt close, ready to combust, liquid fire pumping through your veins. dumb whimpers left your lips on their own. you couldn't control your body.
"please, please, please. wanna cum mh-muti, please, aah."
his chest was flushed, a thin sweat spread across their skin as she rhythmically pumped her hand.
"yeah? you wanna cum? wanna make a mess all over my fucking shoe?," her words were cruel, her voice soft and airy, "god, my stupid little angel, riding me so well. go on, love. cum for me."
they angled their foot so it balanced on the heel, the tip of their shoe pressing oh so deliciously into your cunt as you shook. you grind shamefully, once, twice. your fingers clawed at the leather of the boot before your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a loud moan escaping you as you clenched around nothing, cumming pathetically on wumuti. "thank you, thank you," you sobbed.
your eyes opened as you were catching your breath. unceremoniously you slipped off the shoe. your legs were aching yet you were determined to have a taste of wumuti. as you were rising to your knees, your hand wrapped around wumuti's when she sucked her teeth. "my shoe is dirty now," she lifted her foot, your wetness having left the leather all shiny, "be good. clean it, my love."
your eyebrows knit together in confusion. instead you took your hand off wumuti's, wanting to swipe your juices off when he spoke again, "not what i meant, my darling girl. clean it with your tongue."
your cheeks were ablaze yet in your haze there was only one thing on your mind: to please. you swallowed thickly before sitting on the back of your legs, your hands supported wumuti's leg which was still outstretched. she looked gorgeous. his hand was continuously pumping her cock, her cheeks pink. their lips were spit-covered, eyes glossy.
your eyes found theirs. you kept your gaze steady as you opened your mouth and carefully licked the boot with the tip of your tongue. muti was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. a deep groan escaped him, "good girl. keep going."
the next lick was broad. the taste was indescribable. the tanginess of your juices mixed with the unfamiliar taste of the leather. you kept going, not once daring to look away from wumuti. his rhythm was becoming erratic, praise and groans tumbled from his lips.
"god, you're so good for me, aren't you? so obedient. look at you, f-fuck ah, you're my good girl. s-so fucking good." a high-pitched whimper left his lips, his hand squeezed hard before white ropes shot out. the cum landed on his stomach, white pearls partially covering his crop top. wordlessly you abandoned the clean shoe, the leather was now shining from your spit instead of your cum, and started to lick wumuti clean. he threw his head back in exhaustion, a soft laugh escaped them as his fingers pet your head.
It's the hottest summer on record, and it's about to get hotter...
...And all because you jokingly called your roommate mommy...
Genre: Roommates to Lovers, PWP
WC: 3,623
Rating: Explicit
Originally Published: 250711 on ao3
Tags: Under the cut
Banner: by the wonderful @lovetaroandtaemin
A/N: I saw Wumuti and bluescreened and had a thought and then this happened. And I am not sorry. :)
Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Roommates to lovers, Banter Mommy Kink, fuck gender roles, Pet Names, Cuddling, Teasing, confession of feelings, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Multiple Orgasms, Defining the Relationship
When I say kinky, I don't mean curls
When I say give me, I mean the world
When I say baby, you bite your lip
I know exactly where you get your kicks
Because
Baby I'm giving you the mommy issues
Know I make you wish I put my body on you
Say you'd give me anything
When I call the shots, you call me
~ Mommy Issues -- Cloudy June
You sighed as you readjusted the ice pack on the back of your neck. This year had brought the hottest summer on record in almost 50 years, and you were feeling it. Now it was mid July, and you felt like the heat wave would never end.
“Is it fall yet?” You asked yet again, narrowly dodging the pillow your roommate threw at you. "Surely it must be fall soon."
“No,” Wumuti scowled at you as he pulled his ash blonde, wavy hair into a ponytail. “I fucking wish though."
“What if we moved to Antarctica? What do you think the cost of living would be?"
“What if you stopped whining before I strangle you with your own cooling blanket?” He giggled.
“Wow, mean,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
“What if I say I’d do it lovingly?” Wumuti fluttered his eyelashes at you. You stuck your tongue out at him in response.
You got up, crossing the room to the thermostat. It was already set well above what you and Wumuti normally kept it at, and the poor system was still struggling against the obscene temperatures outside. You sighed and reached for the controls.
“Don’t you dare,” Wumuti warned. “I know where you sleep.”
“Killjoy,” you pouted. “I am dying.”
“Do you want another absurd power bill?” Wumuti smirked.
“Okay well, no…” You sighed. “Fine. Point taken.”
You watched as Wumuti stood and stretched languidly, letting out a deep breath as he worked out the tension from sitting on the couch all morning. You looked away quickly as he caught you staring.
You hoped he wouldn’t blame you— after all, from the second you’d met him, you had been entranced about Wumuti’s otherworldly beauty. Hell, he had been in your phone as “Fae Boi” since day one, and when he found out he had proudly added a fairy emoji next to it.
There was also the matter of the unreasonably large crush that you had on him, that you refused to do anything about.
Thankfully, he said nothing about you staring, again, excusing himself to the kitchen instead. You watched him go, sighing internally. Not that you had room to talk as far as this summer’s wardrobe went, but your roommate’s tendency to wear nothing but a crop tank and short shorts was driving you up the proverbial wall. Today’s shorts were so short that you could just see the edges of the rainbow tie-dye panties he had on.
Despite all of this, you were determined to keep things how they were— just roommates. You had been through a slew of terrible ones to find Wumuti, and you knew you never wanted to let him go, regardless of how you might feel otherwise.
Was it torture? Sure.
But you’d be damned if you ever had to go searching for another roommate.
You were sulking on the couch again, scrolling on socials, when Wumuti sidled up to you, setting down a tall glass on your tray table.
“Hydrate,” he told you. “Maybe you’ll be less whiny if you drink some ice water. It'll be good for you."
“Okay mommy,” you said with another eyeroll. “Jeez.”
Wumuti froze, and you glanced up to see him staring at you, deep brown eyes fixed on your face. You weren’t sure how to read his expression— a mixture of confusion and surprise— but something else as well, bordering on dangerous.
Fuck, did I overstep?
It wasn’t the first time you’d ever referred to him with a female gendered term. On the contrary, you used such terms on the day-to-day. Wumuti had told you early on that he gave exactly zero fucks about traditional gender roles.
But you had never called him mommy.
And he’d never reacted like this.
Regardless, Wumuti returned to his end of the couch a few moments later, grabbing his sketchbook and pencil as he contorted himself back into a pretzel. The rest of the day passed in relative silence, save for the music playing in the background.
But it wasn’t lost on you how many times you caught Wumuti staring at you for a change.
About a week later, you were still trying to forget what had happened. Neither of you had said anything about it, and you had assumed that it had been dropped. You’d made a mental note not to call him mommy again, and that was that. Wumuti’s demeanor hadn’t changed again since the incident, and for that you were thankful. He had been the same sweet, cheery person he always was with you.
You were especially glad considering the two of you happened to share a bed. You hadn’t originally, but when you had lost your job earlier in the year, you’d had to convert the second bedroom into a home office so you could work remotely for your new one. Since Wumuti had the bigger bed and the master suite anyway, the two of you had agreed it would be fine to share a bed.
You didn’t mind it at all, for multiple reasons. There had been a fair share of platonic cuddling as the year had progressed, and you definitely weren’t upset about that— it had been quite a while since you’d dated, and you were way more touch starved than you ever wanted to admit.
You were relieved when you woke the Saturday after the incident to find Wumuti clinging to you. You could just barely feel his soft breath against your neck, and you squirmed, trying to rearrange a bit.
If there was one thing you absolutely did not need, it was Wumuti unintentionally teasing you. Sometimes you were embarrassed by how sensitive your neck was.
Now being one of those times, as you felt wetness already pooling between your legs.
“Nooo,” came Wumuti’s soft voice from behind you as he slotted himself back into place. “Cozy.”
“You’re tickling me,” you lied, stiffening up slightly when you felt the lightest of touches there as he curled around you again.
“You’re so tense, hon,” he murmured, detaching from you just a bit. You shivered as you felt him begin to scratch your back, the acrylic nails he wore tracing soothing patterns up and down through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.
“Wumuti…” You whispered. “Maybe now isn’t the time for this…”
“Oh, what’s wrong?” He stopped at once, moving to spoon you once more. “Are you still hurting from your sunburn last week?”
“No,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the strain in your voice. “Just…”
“Just what?” He whispered, his lips now brushing the shell of your ear.
“Wumuti…”
“When are you going to stop pretending, angel?” He asked, and your heart skipped a beat.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck oh my god fuck.
“P— pretending?” You stammered.
“Pretending,” he continued to whisper, the tip of his nose now brushing the back of your neck— “That we haven’t wanted each other for ages.”
“Huh?” You squeaked. His arm was slung over you again, and he fumbled in the sheets, grasping for your hand and quickly intertwining his fingers with yours.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you react to my touch,” he continued as he hugged you tightly. “I notice the way you cling to me when we cuddle. How you absolutely melt into every single hug. How you never want to let go when we’re holding hands.”
“Um… I… Wumuti…” You mumbled. “Um…”
You had no idea what to say.
No thoughts. Head completely empty, save for the feel of his breath, still on your neck.
“Wumuti,” you whined.
“Shhh,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” you choked out as his thumb rubbed gently over your own, hands still firmly entwined. “Don’t… Please don’t stop.”
You felt his lips brush against your ear again, and you inhaled sharply.
“Then why don’t you relax and let mommy help you feel good… hmm, angel?”
Oh, holy fucking shit. He is going to kill me.
You were turning to face him in an instant, expecting to see a smirk on his face. But instead, you were met with the same dark stare you had received when you’d called him mommy the previous week.
“Wumuti…” You started. He silenced you with one slender finger over your lips.
“Hush,” he told you firmly, in an authoritative tone that left you almost dizzy. His gaze kept flicking to your lips, even after he took his finger away, and you watched as he closed the gap between you once more, carefully snaking an arm around your waist to pull you flush with him.
You let your eyes flutter shut as he began to trace your features gently, tracing a single fingertip over your face. You found yourself suppressing a shiver every time his fingernail grazed your skin.
A minute later, he took his hand away. You didn’t dare move a muscle. You couldn’t even open your eyes, so sure were you that this was all a dream.
You felt Wumuti’s nose brush your own, the feather light touch of his lips on yours.
“Can I?” He whispered.
“Please,” you returned breathlessly.
“Please what?” You felt his grin against your lips.
“Please, mommy,” you whined. “Please kiss me…”
That was all the invitation he needed, and he crashed his lips onto yours, desperation pouring into the kiss as he licked into your mouth, nibbled at your lip, his own breaths coming in heady gasps. His arms were tightly wound around you now, one hand creeping lower to press into the small of your back. At the same time, he ground his hips against yours, and you moaned low.
“Fuck… Wumuti…”
“That’s the idea, angel,” Wumuti cooed, pulling away to trail kisses across your jaw. He nipped lightly at your earlobe before bringing his lips up to whisper in your ear.
“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t want for anyone else but me, ever again,” Wumuti said with the tiniest giggle. “How does that sound?”
“Please,” you begged, unsure what had come over you. “Please, mommy. Need you…”
“Going to be good for me?” He murmured against your neck as he kissed a sloppy trail down your neck to your collarbone. He paused there, sucking what you knew would be a deep mark into the sensitive flesh, and you could feel him giggling against your skin. "Let me make you come undone. Let me see how that beautiful face looks while you cum all over my cock."
“Yes,” you gasped. “So good for you…”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
He had one hand under your shirt now, creeping up your back. When he reached the base of your neck, he slowly dragged his nails back down, and you shuddered against him.
“Oh, this is fun,” he whispered. “Should have done this ages ago.”
“M… Muti…” Was all you could manage to get out. He giggled again, regarding you with a sly smile as he let you go, only so he could push you onto your back. He lost no time in straddling your hips, and you gasped as you felt his cock through his pajama bottoms. He shed his own tank top quickly, tossing it onto the floor, and your eyes widened.
“So pretty, mommy,” you mumbled. “Can I touch?”
“Of course you can, angel,” he nodded, reaching for your hands and guiding them to the firm plane of his belly. He leaned over you, his hard cock pressing into your belly, and you whined and bucked your hips up into his. You were delighted to feel him shiver under your touch, and he closed his eyes for a moment, clearly savoring the feel of your hands on him.
Before you knew it, his own hands were under the hem of your shirt, and he pulled it up and over your head, dropping it over the side of the bed. Now it was his turn to gasp as he marveled at the sight of you.
“Oh my,” he purred. “I just knew my angel would have gorgeous tits.” He reached for your already sensitive nipples, twisting sharply, a wicked grin on his face as you cried out.
“Mommy!”
“Does that hurt, baby?”
“No,” you shook your head. “Feels good… So good…”
Time seemed to slow down as Wumuti knelt over you, covering your exposed chest with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Every so often he would pause, sucking yet more marks into your skin, licking over them to soothe the sting when he was done.
You settled for gripping his thighs as he continued his ministrations, and as he moved lower, you let out a high pitched whine.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, lips less than an inch away from the hem of your sleep shorts. “Tell mommy what you need.”
“I…” You felt drunk from the attention, and he had barely touched you yet. Not where you needed him the most. “Need…”
Wumuti moved off of you, trailing his fingertips over your clothed center, featherlight touches that only served to drive you even crazier. You shrieked when a fingernail brushed at your clit, and he laughed.
“So sensitive.”
“Mmhmm,” you nodded, your head spinning.
In a flash, Wumuti had hooked his thumbs into your sleep shorts, pulling them down and off in one smooth motion and tossing them off the bed with the rest of the already discarded clothing. He traced the waistband of your panties, a soft grin on his face.
“Baby Yoda. Cute.”
“Okay look,” you giggled. “If I had expected this I’d have worn something sexier.”
“Fair point, sweetheart,” he nodded. “Maybe we should just take them off.” He pressed two fingers to the apex of your thighs, rubbing at the absolutely soaked fabric. “They don’t seem to be doing you much good anyway.”
All you could do was whine and nod. Seconds later, you were lying fully naked before him, and you could barely breathe.
Is this what going insane feels like? He is the prettiest person I have ever met. What is he doing with me?
“Nuh-uh,” Wumuti shook his head, and you realized your thoughts may as well have been written on your face. “I know what you’re thinking. Don't you dare think I don't want you. You are all I want.”
He leaned in to kiss you tenderly, deeply. You let yourself get lost in it, but you broke the kiss with a strangled cry as you felt Wumuti pushing your legs apart, teasing closer and closer to where you wanted him.
“Please, oh my god,” you gasped. “Oh please.”
Wumuti stood, slipping his own sleep shorts off, and you scarcely had a second to stare at his cock— probably the prettiest you’d ever seen at that, head angry red and leaking pre-cum. He was back on the bed quickly, laying down between your legs as he pushed them further apart. You grabbed a pillow, covering your face with it and letting out a shrill scream.
“No no,” Wumuti tutted. “Let mommy hear those pretty sounds. You said you’d be good for me.”
“Yes mommy,” you whimpered as he leaned in, closing his lips around your swollen and extremely sensitive clit.
“Mmm, so good,” he growled, sucking at your clit with an intensity that took your breath away. He flicked it with his tongue, and you heard him giggle as you arched your back and reached for his hair. He let you twine your fingers in it, and you tugged lightly.
“Is this what you wanted, pretty baby?” He asked. “Want mommy to eat you like it’s my last meal?”
“Oh god please yes,” you rambled. “I— WUMUTI!” You wailed as he licked a long stripe up your folds before pushing his face into your sopping cunt, devouring you like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. You pulled harder on his hair, but that only served to spur him on more.
“Good girl,” he sighed as he slipped a single finger inside you. “Fuck, you taste heavenly. I knew you were an angel.”
“Mommy!” You shrieked, arching your back and pushing your cunt more firmly against his face as he sank a second, and then a third finger into you in rapid succession. He curled them expertly, and you could feel the vibrations from his gentle laughter against your cunt.
He began to thrust, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside you, and you were at the edge much faster than you anticipated, legs already shaking and breaths coming in strangled gasps as Wumuti continued to feast on your cunt.
“Come,” he said simply. And that was all you needed— your body shuddering with wave after wave of pleasure. It had been so long since you’d come like this, and you had needed it more than you knew. Wumuti seemed to know, and he kept going, pushing you into a second release before you had come down from the first. You felt a rush of fluid gushing from you, and heard Wumuti’s surprised squeak.
Did he just make me… oh my god?!
“So, so good for me,” he murmured quietly, still lapping at your folds, drinking up every drop of your cum. “I could eat you all day, I think. This could be my last meal for all I care, and I’d be happy.”
“Mommy,” you said shakily. “Please… I need you…”
He was on you in seconds, cock hard and heavy and nudging between your legs. You inhaled sharply at the warmth of his body covering yours, and he kissed you, bringing one hand to cradle your head gently.
“You want me inside you, sweetheart?”
“Yes mommy,” you nodded obediently. “Please. I’ll be so good. So good for you,” you mumbled against his lips as you kissed him again, fingers twisting in his hair again.
You felt him aligning the head of his cock with your entrance, and he pushed in devastatingly slowly, giving you time to adjust to his length. He cursed under his breath as he bottomed out, his hips flush with your own, and you could feel him twitching inside you. You clenched around him, and he rewarded you by pulling out a bit and slamming back inside.
“MOMMY!”
Wumuti set a slow pace at first, though you could tell he was having a hard time keeping it.
“My pretty angel,” he whispered, kissing you deeply. “This pussy was made for my cock.”
“Feels so good, mommy,” you sighed, letting your eyes close, relishing the feel of him opening you up.
Making you his.
Which was all you’d ever really wanted in the first place.
You clenched around him again, and he picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast now, angling just right as he pushed into you over and over as if both your lives depended on it.
You were hurtling towards another release, this one coiling in your belly so tightly that you felt like it might destroy you.
Then again, if this was the way you went, you couldn’t be mad.
Wumuti leaned in, kissing you softly, whispering against your lips.
“I can feel you getting tighter and tighter, angel. Why don’t you be a good girl and come on mommy’s cock? Let go for me.”
He didn’t have to ask again— a few more messy thrusts and you were gone, screaming his name as you squirted again, soaking him further. He continued, his strokes becoming erratic, and he whined loudly.
“Where should mommy cum, hmm, angel? I'm so close."
“Inside me!” You cried out. “Please. Please please.”
“Want me to fill you up, baby? You going to be good for me one more time and take every drop?”
“Yes!”
You watched, almost in awe, as he came— eyes closed, fair features twisted up in ecstasy. He arched his back as he pushed inside you to the hilt, and you felt his cock pulsing as he emptined himself into your soaking cunt. As he came down from his own high, he lay down on top of you, cock still deep inside.
He began to trace your features again, peppering your face with soft kisses.
“So, so good for me,” he murmured. “Precious, perfect angel. I think you really were made for me.”
“Mmm,” was all you could get out, and you brought your hands up to rub circles on his back as he kissed your lips gently. He pressed his forehead to yours, an enormous smile on his face.
“Good morning,” he giggled.
“Yes,” you nodded. "Very, very good."
“Are you okay?” His expression morphed to concern, but softened again when you nodded vigorously.
“Yeah, you just bluescreened my brain cell is all,” you laughed.
“And I’d do it again if you let me,” he said matter-of-factly. “But later. For now, let’s get cleaned up.”
You sighed as he pulled out, already missing the feel of his cock. He excused himself for a moment, returning with a damp cloth, and he carefully cleaned you up before crawling into bed again, tugging you close and kissing your forehead.
“I don’t know about you,” he said softly. “But I think this summer is looking up now… for both of us.”
“Mmhmm,” you agreed.
“Will you be mine, angel?” He asked, voice barely a whisper, as if he were afraid you would say no.
“I think I’ve always been yours,” you told him, heart threatening to beat out of your chest as he beamed at your answer.
“Good,” he nodded, cradling you to his chest. “So it’s settled.”
“Sounds like it,” you said, grinning as you heard his heart racing. “Promise you’ll take good care of me, mommy?”
“Oh, my pretty baby,” he said softly. “Always. Forever.”
felix can’t help but feel jealous that there’s someone at work you pour your attention to, so it’s not his fault he acted out. he’s your only baby, not some intern too !!
pairing: lee felix x reader
tags: suggestive/implied smut, small fluff. dom + sugar mommy reader, sugar baby + brat felix
ib this post i was tagged in
the first rule of being your baby that felix had learnt was to never keep the breadwinner waiting. so he’d always put effort in to show up earlier than asked—not that he would never admit that he liked doing so. he liked knowing that when you stepped into your penthouse after an exhausting fourteen-hour day, he would already be on your sofa in something scandalous, legs crossed, gloss shining, pretending he wasn’t checking the clock every six minutes.
tonight he wore one of the outfits that you bought him. the one that made your pulse darken —soft pastel knit, cropped indecently high, a delicate ribbon choker. he looked like a present meant to be unwrapped with teeth. and he knew it too. he’d complain to himself—how could you keep such a good thing waiting?
“you’re late,” he announced the moment you unlocked the door, voice airy and insufferably pleased with himself. his feet kicked lazily, anklets chiming.
you set your handbag down, shrugging off your blazer, your silhouette still sharp with authority. “i told you i had a board meeting, honey.”
felix wrinkled his nose, a performance of disdain. he pouted childishly, “boringgg.”
you raised a brow. “someone has to be profitable.”
he hated when you were right. he also hated how much he lit up when you leaned over him, your fingers grazing his jaw, your perfume sinking into the room like something dangerous. he melted instantly—but because he was felix, he masked it with sass.
“you work too much,” he mumbled. “and i get lonely.”
there it was. the little admission he would never phrase directly. you smiled, slow and knowing, tracing the bow at his throat. “lonely? in the penthouse i pay for? surrounded by the gifts i give you?”
he said nothing, but pouted further. he’d never admit you were right. not willingly, at least.
“did you eat?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
he glanced away. “maybe….”
“felix.”
“…no.” he sounded so tiny, defensive, and unbearably cute.
you exhaled, the fondness warm in your chest. “come here.”
he sidled closer on his knees, hands on your thighs, looking up with a mixture of mischief and need. “you are gonna scold me?” he asked, almost hopeful.
“mm.” you tilted his chin up. “first i’ll feed you. and then i’ll decide what to do with you.”
his eyes widened—sparkled, really. “feed me what?”
“whatever you want, sweet thing.”
felix leant into your touch, eyelashes fluttering like he practiced in the mirror. “i want sushi. and maybe bubble tea. and those stupid expensive strawberries from that one store.”
you laughed. “you mean the ones flown in from tokyo on thursdays?”
“yes,” he said shamelessly. “those.”
“fine,” you said, pulling him up and guiding him toward the kitchen. “i’ll spoil you.”
felix grinned like he had won a war. “you always do.”
and then, while you were ordering what he had requested, he pressed into your side, head resting on your shoulder, voice quiet in the way that meant it was real:
“i missed you.”
you brushed a kiss into his styled hair.
“i know.”
three days had passed since that evening.
three days in which you worked, took meetings, signed papers, and sent felix small updates like any responsible, high-functioning provider. three days in which felix pretended he was fine.
he was not fine.
not when you missed your usual good-morning selfie because you had an early briefing. not when you replied “busy rn, honey” instead of sending him one of your slow, indulgent voice notes that always made him squirm in your silky sheets. and especially not when he saw your company’s instagram story—the one featuring you shaking hands with a dangerously enthusiastic new intern.
felix stared at the clip for a full minute, lip glossed and trembling with injustice.
then he said, out loud, dripping with venom, to nobody:
“oh. absolutely not.”
which is how you ended up in your glass-walled office at 2:14 pm reviewing quarterly figures when the door swung open without a knock.
“hello?” you called, expecting your assistant.
instead, felix walked in.
tight baby pink sweater, thigh-high socks. glossy lips. a silk ribbon in his hair, large sunglasses resting on his nose bridge. looking like he was auditioning for the role of “problem.”
your assistant trailed quickly behind him, panicked. “i’m sorry, he refused to wait—”
“it’s fine,” you said, not taking your eyes off felix. “you may go.”
the door shut behind your assistant as they scampered away.
felix planted himself on the seat in front of your desk, arms crossed, doing his best impression of indignant authority. it was almost adorable. almost.
“what are you doing here, baby?”
“you forgot about me!”
your eyes narrowed. “felix. i sent you seventeen texts yesterday.”
“and not one picture,” he snapped. “not even a little one. i could have been dying.”
you gave him a long, slow look, holding his eyes while your head tilted downward. your eyebrow quirked. “you went to pilates twice, had brunch with your friends, and posted a mirror selfie. i think you survived just fine.”
he huffed, his knit shifting as his arms tightened around him. “you’re missing the point.”
“then tell me the point. indulge me.”
he bit his lip—a tell you knew well—and burst out:
“who is that intern !!”
you froze for half a second, then pressed a hand over your mouth to hide your smile. “felix… are you jealous?”
he scoffed, cheeks heating. “no.”
your brow arched. “really.”
“i just think he stood too close to you. i don’t like that he touched you,” felix muttered. “and you smiled at him. you never smile at me like that.”
“i treat my employees professionally,” you replied. “you, on the other hand, don’t ever wear enough clothing for professionalism to be an option.”
felix’s chin wobbled—slightly offended. “i’m wearing so much clothing!”
you stood, rounding the desk, slow and controlled the way you moved when you wanted him to feel small. you pressed your hands into the armrests of his chair, caging him in
he swallowed. it was almost like you watched the confidence drain from him. how pathetic.
“felix,” you murmured, stopping just in front of him, “why are you here?”
his voice softened to something fragile, needy beneath the bravado. “because i missed you.”
then, after a beat—quieter still—“and i wanted you to miss me back.”
your sternness melted. just a little.
you cupped his cheek, thumb brushing his blush. “baby.”
his eyes fluttered.
“you could’ve told me that instead of storming into my office like a jealous little menace.”
“i am not a menace,” he sassed quietly, leaning into your touch.
“no?” you teased. “then what are you, hm?”
he nuzzled your palm, eyelashes trembling. “yours.”
that was the real reason he came. not jealousy—or not only jealousy—but the ache of wanting to belong to you even when he couldn’t physically cling to your arm.
you took his chin between your fingers. “alright. dinner? just you and me. i’ll spoil you.”
felix brightened instantly, jealousy evaporating in an instant like it had never existed.
“can i sit in your lap while you eat?” he asked, hopeful.
“absolutely not.”
“then… maybe i can sit close? like… very close?” he pressed.
you sighed, already defeated. “we’ll see. i think some kind of punishment is in order for your behaviour today first.”
felix beamed, looping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your shoulder like he had not just marched in here to start a war. it seemed he had missed the second part of that. or did he?
“i love your office,” he murmured, smug now. “i think i should visit… all the time.”
you kissed his temple. “god help me.”
you should have expected it—the way felix clung to you the entire elevator ride down, fingers hooked in the sleeve of your blazer, pretending he wasn’t vibrating with anticipation.
he had been unusually quiet ever since you mentioned going home.
quiet, but not calm.
his cheeks were pink, his breathing shallow, his entire body humming with the kind of bratty guilt only he could weaponize into something needy.
your driver opened the car door, and felix practically folded himself inside before you even moved, sitting right in the middle of the back seat as though proximity alone would summon your attention.
the moment the door closed, his hand slid across the leather to find yours.
“are you mad at me?” he murmured, pouting slightly.
“i’m not mad,” you corrected, buckling in. “i’m deciding what to do with you.”
felix shivered. god, he loved that answer.
he crossed his legs—a little dramatic, a little deliberate—and glanced at you from beneath his lashes. “i was jealous,” he said, soft and false-innocent. “you didn’t even tell me he was new.”
“because you don’t work there,” you replied dryly.
you leaned in just enough for his breath to hitch. “yes, honey. you are. but that doesn’t excuse the way you behaved today.”
the car grew warmer; felix shifted in his seat, thighs pressing together.
“…are you going to punish me?” he whispered, the word rolling off his tongue like he had been stretching toward it all day.
your smile was slow, dangerous, meant solely for him.
“i think you want me to. so is it really a punishment if you want it?”
he didn’t answer. he didn’t need to. the way he swallowed, the way he stared at your hands, the way his breathing trembled—you knew.
by the time you reached the penthouse, felix stepped out of the car with the grace of someone trying not to run inside. he lingered by the elevator, fidgeting with the ribbon at his throat.
“you shouldn’t be this eager,” you teased, unlocking the door.
“i’m not eager,” he lied, immediately walking in. “i’m just… prepared.”
“prepared.”
“yes,” he insisted, chin lifting. “mentally. emotionally. spiritually.”
you shut the door behind him.
“felix.”
your voice dropped—lower, firmer, claiming the whole room at once.
he froze. you lifted his chin with one finger.
“what do you say after acting like a spoiled little problem all afternoon?”
felix inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering, all the bravado slipping off him like silk.
“…i’m sorry,” he whispered. “and i’ll… make it up to you.”
“good boy.”
the praise nearly buckled him.
you stepped closer, guiding him backward until his knees hit the edge of the couch. he dropped to his knees, almost acting off of pure instinct alone. he looked so fucked out and you hadn’t even touched him yet. poor, pathetic baby.
“say it again.”
“i-i’m so sorry,” he breathed. “i want to be good. just tell me how.”
you brushed your thumb across his lower lip—slow, possessive, a promise.
“then take off this getup,” you murmured, “and wait for me.”
felix’s eyes widened, pulse skittering in his throat. his hands lifted, trembling slightly, untying the bow around his neck as though it were a sacred ritual.
you turned away, giving him one last look over your shoulder. one that was dark, certain, and dripping with intent.
“i’ll be right back,” you informed. “and then we are going to discuss your attitude… properly.”
the lights dimmed behind you as you walked toward the bedroom, and felix’s breath caught, soft and desperate, the sound of someone finally getting exactly what they wanted.
okay, i got quite a few requests for something like this, so i decided to write something small to test the waters...... ehmm i dont feel very confident in this department, but if the feedback is good, then i will write a part two. ☺️
"L.. Look, y/n.. I already apologized to gangle— zooble and .. kinger just.. let me out of this crap, yeah?" Jax tried to use his usual charm on you but it was becoming painstakingly clear that you didn't care. You simply hummed in response and this only made him that much more agitated.
After all, it wasn't every day he was literally tied up to the headboard of his own bed.
"Mhm, mhm.. and that's what you said last week Jax... and.. the week before that.." You smiled and straddled his lap and he grunted, shifting a little.
"Yeah, and? Ever heard of having fun toots?" He said and studied your expression.
"Oh, suure.. in fact, I think this will be lots of fun after all." You trailed a hand down his chest. Slowly removing the straps of his overalls, allowing them to fall down his shoulders. You watched him closely, but he looked to the side. Avoiding your gaze as heat crept on his cheeks.
"Y.. Yeah, but not when I'm .. tied up doll, heh— d.. don't you think this is a bit much?" Jax swallowed, trying his best to control himself, but his body was actively giving him away.
"Too much? I think it's just fine.." You rocked your hips a little and you could feel the bulge pressing against your thigh. "See?" You chuckled, "You're usually much more confident Jax.. what's going on, hmm? Mommy making you nervous?"
"You wish, babe." His hands tugged at the resitraints once again, "A—And you can't blame me for getting turned on.. tied up or not you're still hot. But, this ain't my thing doll." He said in a frustrated tone and you removed yourself from his lap, leaving his bulge out in the open no longer hidden between the valley of your thighs.
"Too bad, Jax. This is punishment you know. For causing so much chaos in the circus. My poor little gangle, do you really love making her cry that much?" You spoke while digging in your bag of 'toys'. Jax was actively trying to pull against his restraints and see what you were grabbing. "Look I already said I was sorry, what more do ya want from m—"
You were walking back towards him with something behind your back and Jax squinted. ".... whats that?"
You hummed and yanked his overalls down, slipping them from under beneath him. "You'll see."
"Just be a good boy and stay still for me," Jax shuddered at your words unconsciously, he couldn't think of any smart remark when he watched your pretty hands pull his dick from its confines, he was already semi-hard.
"Nnh.." He gasped as you attached a egg vibrator to the base of his cock right along one of the veins that protruded from his girth. You didn't waste time in turning it on the medium setting, with the little remote you held in your hands. A smirk playing on your lips.
His ears immediately shot up and his pupils got small, "W.. What the h- hell..!" He jolted, his hips bucked forward as pleasure coursed through his body without warning.
"How's that feel hmm? Nice and snug?"
"Th.. this is nothin'— ghhk..!" He tensed up again as you switched the setting to its highest, the buzzing sound got louder as it stimulated his dick, which was completely hard and standing at attention now.
"Shhh, that's it." You climbed next to him and stroked his chest. Your fingers tip toed down to his hard shaft and fingers danced around the tip which was already dripping with precum. "You can take it right? After all, I did promise Ragatha I would help mend her dress this afternoon.. so stay here and be a good boy for me okay?"
"W.. What you.. you aren't gonna— ngh.. leave me here right? C-Come on doll, hh— mmf!" You shoved your panties into his mouth. "Found these in your room too." You smiled, it was warm and gentle. Completely contradicting your actions.
"And to answer your question, yes, this is punishment remember dear?"
"Now, if you cum before I get back.. well, this will not the be the worse thing you go through.~"
You switched it down to the medium setting, just enough to keep him going but not enough to get him there completely. He groaned and pulled against the resitraints as you walked out of the door, shutting and locking it behind you.
Jax shuddered and bucked his hips against the vibrator, his eyes getting glossy from the stimulation.. all he could do was sit there and take it. His moans muffled by the underwear in his mouth.
About 45 minutes went by before you entered the room again, Jax immediately perked up, his eyes were glossy from crying and his hands were trembling beneath the restraints. The once sassy bunny was being reduced to whining and begging mess before your eyes. And it was absolutely delicious..
"Hmm? Something you wanna say?" You said and sat next to him on the bed, removing the gag gently from his mouth he began to beg before the gag was even fully out.
"Pl.. please, please... y/n.. l... let me cum.. f..fuck.." He whimpered , but still couldn't face you. It was too embarrassing but he couldn't take it, he was so close but this wasn't enough to push him over the edge.
"Oh? Now you wanna be nice? Gonna look at me, little bunny?" You said and tilted your head a little, trying to catch his gaze.
He finally looked you in the, feeling more pathetic than ever. "Mm...mommy.. please... j..just let me come.."
Now you were a little taken aback, either he was extremely easy to break or... he was actually more into this then he was letting on. You felt your stomach do flips , being called mommy by the one person in the circus who seemed the most against it was invigorating.
"Hmm.. I'm not convinced. Beg some more and I'll let you come baby." You leaned in and placed a kiss on his jaw, trying your hardest to keep your hands off of him. This was for punishment , he didn't deserve that yet.
He looked frustrated by your demands but that was quickly wiped away by the pleasure that washed over him again as he got closer to his climax once more. Unfortunately it he didn't comply it'd probably fizzle out again.
"Nnhg.. please, please.. mommy... need to cum.. please.. i.. ill be a good boy.. pr-promise.." Suddenly the vibrator was turned up to high and he immediately came like clockwork, ropes of cum shot from his angry tip and all over his chest. He groaned and panted, his body trembling from the release.
"Mmn.. there you go, not so hard was it..?" You smiled and turned the vibrator off, giving him a chance to finally relax his body. "Such a good boy for me.. think you can take some more, hmm..?"
"Mmn.. w-won't tell anyone..?" He said, still strung out from his high.
word count: 3.1k
genre: extremely kinky smut headcanon
content: sub!skz x fem!reader, ballbusting, lots of begging/other subby behaviour, explicit warnings under the cut.
I would apologise for contaminating the Hollow promo pictures with ballbusting smut, but I don't want to. Besides, how was I supposed to resist something so fitting? It's too easy. Look at them, holding their balls in fascination, so appropriate. Though they'd be inspecting them in a slightly different way than they would after a good ballbusting.
This is the kinkiest shit I've written so far, you have been warned.
explicit warnings: ballbusting (obviously), suction pumps, humblers, emasculation, butt plugs, humilation kink, hot wax, edging & oragsm denial, weight training/inappropriate use of squats, mentions of bullet vibrators, feminisation, lingerie/panty fetish, mentions of strap ons, dry humping, one joke about JYPapi's demise, mentions of dick pics, ballbusting: stepping & kicking, Han having insane libido/being the horniest little freak, chastity cages, ice, erection wilting, precum as lipgloss, ballbusting: flicking & pinching, titty sucking/nursing handjobs, ballbusting: squeezing, ballbusting: slapping, puppy play, brat!Seungmin, inappropriate use of slip/choke chain leashes, Seungmin’s is a little bit toxic (cheating roleplay), ballbusting: biting, Jeongin is a vengeful menace
Chan. ~suction pumps & humblers~
Taking care of everyone all day, being a single dad to seven rowdy kids… sometimes Channie needs someone to take charge.
So crack out the humbler, and take away two of his problems: his balls.
A little emasculation can be quite relaxing, you know.
Bonus points if you pump them all plump and swollen first, increasing the suction until it's just on the right side of painful.
You'll know you're there when he's taking deep, steadying breaths, hands fisted in the sheets, abs and thighs tensed with the effort of not moving, and begging for just a little more.
Don't give it to him.
Soothe him with sweet words, maybe jerk his dick a little (unless you're pumping that too, in which case, brava).
Once you've got them all red and oversensitive, instruct him to bend over the bed and spread his legs.
His ass too, if you're feeling extra kinky or if he's been a very good boy. Personally I'd recommend that pretty jewelled butt plug. The Fendi logo looks so pretty peeking out from between those cheeks.
Stroke down his back slowly, letting your fingers drag deliciously over his sweaty skin while you whisper sweet assurances in his ear. He is doing enough. He's working so hard, everyone is so proud of him. You're so proud of him. He deserves a nice reward.
So listen to his pretty whimpers as you cup his sore balls, kiss them gently as he holds the humbler in place– thighs trembling as you screw it tighter– trapping them securely.
What you do after that is up to you.
He won't be able to stand up straight, so maybe sit at the end of the bed, and let him eat you out like the good boy he is.
Or maybe you just want to relax and watch a movie, in which case lay Chan next to you on the bed. On his back, almost folded in half, with his ankles tied to the headboard and legs supported by a spreader bar.
Just make sure there’s enough give in rope that they’re not literally against the headboard, man needs to breathe.
If you feel like indulging in a little humiliation kink, leave the bedroom door open so any members walking past can get a glimpse of their leader with his favourite Fendi accessory.
Minho. ~hot wax & orgasm denial~
We all know pissed off Minho is a good look.
You know what’s better? Pissed off Minho, tied to a chair, naked from the waist down.
With his previously-crisp white shirt covered in lipstick kisses, and those famous thighs spread and secured so as not to distract from the prize:
His dick, angry and erect. Leaking precum. Staining his shirt.
But this is ballbusting 101, and delicious as his cock might be, it’s not getting our full attention today. At least not enough to let him cum.
Minho always gets pegged lol as the brat tamer dom type, and while I’m definitely not disputing it, no one wants to dom all the time.
Sometimes, you need a little romance.
What’s traditionally used to set the mood for a romantic night in?
Candles.
By that logic, dripping hot wax over your boyfriend’s thighs, cock, and balls counts as romance, right?
(You might want to gag him because you are going to get cussed out, and you’ll still be able to hear his pretty whimpers through whatever you stuff in his mouth to shut him up.)
Panties are always a good choice, though a classic ball gag is good too.
Or, don't gag him at all and let him spit venom at you while you tease him: lick his tip, suck hickeys onto his thighs, hold his gaze as you graze your teeth over his balls.
Get him worked up enough and all that venom will detoxify into the prettiest little whimpers. Especially if you intersperse the little drips of pain with soothing kisses.
Soothe that brief burning sensation with soft little licks, nuzzle his sack, rest your head on his thighs and look up at him adoringly.
You’re not hurting him, right?
Especially when you wrap your lips around his tip, giving him your best doe eyes as you hold the candle over his thighs and let the wax drip. It’ll leave such pretty speckles over his skin.
Almost as pretty as the sounds coming out of that pissed off pout.
Well, it was a pout. Now it’s just needy lip biting, narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks as Minho watches you cover his dick in spit and his balls and thighs in little burning wax freckles.
If it gets too much all he needs to do is ask you to stop.
He tells himself he will not beg you to let him cum.
He's lying.
Just be careful how much you blue ball Minho, because there will be consequences.
Changbin ~weight training~
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Binnie loves the gym.
He’s a big softie, and being able to lift heavy things makes him feel strong and secure.
But everyone likes to feel a little powerless sometimes, so why not include his favourite hobby?
Weight. Train. His. Balls.
Get some of those cute little clip-on ones, and either attach them to a cock ring (if you’re feeling nice) or directly to his sack (if you’re feeling less nice, or he begs sweetly enough).
Oh, there’s so many things you can do with weights.
Binnie will tell you himself, it’s important to switch up your movements- doing the same exercise again and again is good up to a point, but you don’t want to strain something especially not your testicles.
So... switch things up.
Squats are perfect for this kind of play.
There are so many variants- deep squats, wide stance, Cossack. hah, sack.
Jumping squats might be a little too far, but static squats are perfect. Get him to go low, and then… well, the world is your oyster.
Avoiding the urge to make a rocky mountain oyster pun... Please don’t bite Binnie’s balls. That’s Ayen’s thing.
Tug on them, twist them, pull them up and down, drop them and let them bounce– the weights or his balls, domme’s choice.
Play with them like a Newton’s cradle.
Tickle him. Make him do his cute little Binnie giggles, then tuck a bullet vibrator behind his balls and see how many reps he can do.
Bonus: You know who else loves weight lifting? Chan. And as the saying goes, sharing is caring…. ballbusting can be a wonderful bonding experience.
Plus you can turn it into a competition– see who can cope with the most weight.
Y’know, for science.
Hyunjin- ~lingerie and lace~
Hyunjin loves buying you pretty things, loves getting to dress you up like a doll.
Especially lingerie– baby dolls, camisoles, stockings, garters. Bra-and-panty sets in every colour. Anything involving lace.
There's only one thing he loves more than seeing you in lingerie.
When you make him wear it.
He feels so good when you coax him into a french lace thong and thigh highs, in the prettiest shade of pale pink to compliment the blush on his cheeks.
Or boy shorts, in baby blue, too tight to contain his package– his tip poking out of the waistband, his balls peeking out either side.
He'll wear a bra too, if you'll let him– buying a matching pair, one in your size and a twin for him.
He's happy to worship you when you're in your matching sets, hell, he'll beg you to let him. Even more so if you'll put on a strap for him to suck.
He's also a happy bunny when you two make out for hours, touching each other through your lace, grinding on each other, dry humping. Any kind of teasing really. He loves it when you deny him.
So leave him at home all day, in a see-through babydoll and too-tight panties, with strict instructions and not to touch himself, and a gentle request for him to send you cute selfies throughout the day.
The amount of lace-strained dick pics you have in your phone would give JYP a heart attack.
Possibly several. Maybe enough to kill him. And you could make Hyunjin wear lingerie to the funeral oh shit that's dark.
You won't just get selfies.
You'll get voice notes, begging you to come home. Begging you to let him cum.
Five second clips of him, with real tears in his eyes, begging you to let him touch himself.
Eventually, he'll snap, and you'll get a video of him desperately trying to get off, rubbing against the couch or humping your side of the bed, biting into the pillow to keep himself quiet. Crying out for you when he cums in his panties.
He won't change out of them.
You'll find him waiting by the door, kneeling, blushing in his cum stained shame, the lace now dried and stretched too tight around his wilted cock and balls.
His thighs will be spread, waiting for his punishment.
To step on his dick, or to kick his balls? Let him decide.
Better yet, make him beg for it.
Han ~chastity, ice, & pre-cum lipgloss~
You know what I said about not blue balling Minho unless you’re in the mood for consequences?
The opposite is true for Hanji.
Really, unless you want to be trapped in the sheets all day, you don’t have a choice. This man is the victim of his own crazed rodent libido.
It doesn’t matter how many times he’s cum, he’s ready to go again within ten minutes.
Five, if he’s feeling particularly needy. Which he usually is.
And of course, by ready to go, I mean he’s practically humping your leg. Pouting and whining and begging you to let him cum again– wherever you’ll let him.
Tits, toes, tongue? Anywhere, he doesn’t care.
Oh, and if you let him cum inside you there’s a 40% chance he might die of happiness. Don’t worry though, his cursed sex drive will have him resurrected and back on his bullshit in a few minutes. Really, someone should study him. For science.
But sometimes you’re not in the mood for a weekend's worth of sex crammed into an afternoon.
Sometimes you’re feeling mean.
And sometimes, Han will shyly hand you one of his most favourite special toys, too nervous and needy to ask.
Just hoping you’ll understand what it is he wants when he bats his boba eyes at you, tongue nervously flicking over his lips as you take the toy from him.
You can make him ask for it, if you enjoy watching him stuttering and blushing as you run your thumb up and down the chastity cage, weighing it in your palm.
You can’t put a chastity cage on a boner, so Han’s got to calm down first. Easier said than done, when slapping and pinching his balls only makes him harder.
Luckily there is one fail safe way to wilt any erection: ice.
So grab a handful of ice cubes and start playing.
Take them one by one and run them up and down his shaft, listening to him whimper and watching him squirm as the cubes melt, water so cold it almost burns as it runs down his cock and gathers at the base, trickling over his balls and making an ice-chilled pool for them to sit in.
Once he’s soft enough, you can coax him into the cage– if he hasn’t already thrust himself into it.
You’ll have to work quickly, because the moment he feels the metal around him he’s going to chub up again, fast. It might be an idea to grab some bondage twine– ribbons or rope, even shoelaces will do in a pinch– and tie his balls up too. Extra tight, just the way he likes it.
There’s only one problem with horny boys in cock cages. And that is that they tend to leak. Constantly.
So now you’ve got a squirmy, whimpering Hannie, with his balls throbbing in a pool of ice water and his poor caged cock weeping precum. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: some guys look really pretty wearing their own cum as lipgloss.
So swipe a little from his tip, and gloss that pretty pout, smearing his pre over his lips while you flick and pinch his chilled balls.
Enjoy.
Felix ~titty sucking & ball squeezing~
Felix is a good boy. Good boys get whatever they want.
And what Lixxie wants is a nursing handjob.
Except skip the handjob, and bust his balls instead, please.
You might be a little hesitant the first time. Who wouldn’t be? But when the goodest boy looks up at you with his best boba eyes, there’s no way you can deny him.
So let him lie across your lap and bury his face in your breasts, snuggling into you, getting himself comfortable.
He loves being cuddled like this, happily suckling on your nipples and looking up at you with half lidded, blissed out eyes.
So stroke his hair out of his eyes and cuddle him close, and enjoy the intimacy.
Just don’t be surprised when takes your hand and brings it to his balls, showing you exactly how and where he wants to be touched.
He'll guide you at first– covering your hand with his and squeezing his balls, starting fairly gently and working up until it’s hard enough to make him mewl.
When he moves his hand away, don’t stop. Just keep squeezing and let him enjoy himself. He knows the safeword, he’ll let you know if you need to stop.
He’s tougher than he looks and he loves the breathless, helpless feeling of having his nuts in a vice grip.
Plus he’s not beyond being bratty to get what he wants, and he will bite your nipples if you’re not being rough enough.
Once you're comfortable with it, don’t limit yourself to just squeezing his balls. Get creative with them– pull, twist. Spank
The first time you slapped them, he came instantly.
Now he begs for it.
Seungmin ~neuter the pup~ (temporarily)
There is only one occasion where it's acceptable to use a choke chain lead.
And that's when Seungmin has been a bad puppy. But you don’t use it on his neck. Don’t be silly.
Use it on his balls.
It's almost like neutering him, the only thing saving him from castration being the unbreakable safety clasp– enough to stop the chain from pulling too tight. It still hurts like a bitch though.
Just the way brat!Minnie likes it.
But neutering only happens once in a dog's life, so this punishment must be saved for special occasions. Plus Seungmin loves it so much, and you wouldn't want him to get greedy.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Seungmin is a bratty sub. But regular bratting out isn't enough to earn him this punishment.
No. This requires commitment. The kind kind of commmittment where you push the boat out, jump over the side, and let yourself drown a little bit.
So you let him take you to a club, sitting you at the bar with his card for your tab. And then, with your permission, he disappears into the crowd, not reappearing until he's found another girl who looks suspiciously like you.
Subtly pulling her into your eyeline, enough distance and dancing bodies between you that you can't hear what he's saying, but the way he brushes her hair off her shoulder so he can whisper in her ear.
Seungmin’s eyes never leave yours. He would never cheat on you. Not really. You carefully planned this scenario out between the both of you, boundaries established.
And most importantly, consequences were discussed.
It still makes you burn when he dips his head, making sure to hold your gaze while he slips his tongue into her mouth. You leave once the jealousy in your gut borders on violence. He'll come home later. Your instructions were crystal clear.
Wait for him on the couch. Legs crossed, lingerie on, sipping something sweet from a martini glass as you wait for him to walk through the door.
And walk through he does. Dark eyes, lipstick marks on his shirt, tie loose and askew as he looks at you. Tongue nervously flicking over his kiss-bruised lips... Awaiting your judgement.
Bad. Puppy.
He knows the instruction, muscle memory obeying immediately as he starts to undress– unbuttoning his shirt, flicking open his belt, tugging his pants and underwear to his knees before sinking onto the carpet.
Dogs don't wear clothes and walk on two feet, after all.
Once he's appropriately undressed, make him go and get it. Puppies love playing fetch, after all.
So sit back and enjoy the view as he crawls back to you on his hands and knees, leash in his mouth, cock already hard and leaking, bouncing pathetically against his stomach with every step.
His eyes sparkle with excitement as you take the leash from his mouth, shaking with the effort of staying still until you tell him to turn around and present.
Ass up. Head down. Thighs spread. Trembling as you slip the choke chain around his precious parts, and whining gently as you start tugging it, tightening it around his balls.
Don't stop until the pressure makes him yelp.
I swear, one day I will move on from puppy play Minnie. But that day is not this day. Tomorrow doesn’t look likely either.
Jeongin ~a demon with dimples~
Ball busting is not the maknae’s favourite thing.
Sometimes he's in the mood for it, if he's feeling particularly submissive and kinky. The submissive part being more important, he's always kinky.
But most of the time he's not up for it.
You know what he is up for though?
Helping you ballbust his hyungs.
Call it tough love.
Call it revenge.
Call him a kinky little fucker, because it's true.
And the hyungs?
They love it.
He’ll tease them with tender little kisses to their cocks, nuzzling and kitten licking their sacks, looking up at them with his biggest and best puppy eyes.
And then he bites.
He shared his ball busting experience with Felix and while it wasn’t really his thing– the ball busting or the sharing, he’s a possessive little shit– that’s how he discovered his sadist tendencies.
Put the two of you in charge and the rest of them are in for an interesting night.
Jfc there’s going to be so much cum. Have the wet wipes ready. And arnica for any bruises. And an entire drugstore’s worth of bubble bath flavours. Aftercare is important.
fin.
Mmm, I have mixed feelings about this. I usually try to keep headcanon bios the same length... Clearly I was more inspired by some sceanrios than others. Might write these out properly, might leave them as they are. Who knows 💁♀️.
hii liaaaa :D i haven't kept up with cravity in soo long so i wanted to chit chat abt them 🙂↕️ which members do u think are the most submissive 🤔
hi bunny dear all of them are switches to me with varying leans on either side of the spectrum but i'll list my top three most submissive in no specific order!
seongmin
his high pitched whimpers and pretty body twitching every single time you leave a touch! he could either be a pillow princess or a huge brat depending on his mood but he would prefer you to do the work most of the time,,he just wants to look pretty for you! he would doll himself up in the prettiest lingerie and makeup that would eventually get ruined by the end of the night.
hyeongjun
similar to seongmin but way more feisty! would put his insane stamina to use and ride you or fuck you (sub top jjunie 🥺) till he cries. he'd be so loud too, whining and moaning like a bitch in heat. he'd be the bestest boy you could ever ask for. how could you say no with his huge round eyes staring at you with unshed tears.
jungmo
the moment your hands are on him, he'd lose any trace of coherent thought and be a good boy for you. not as loud as the other two as he gets very shy but you know he's desperate when he starts grabbing any part of your body that is within reach and begging to cum. he's a huge freak too but can barely voice out without flushing as red as a tomato.
overstimulated boys that whine "i love you, i love you, i love you" over and over again, when they're on the verge of cumming, are the most precious little playthings !! <3
need nerd haechan that tries to take his glasses off during sex but the reader wants them on and he keeps pushing them up (nerd! haechan)
haechan is a mess, and it’s driving you crazy.
he’s above you, flushed from the heat between your bodies, his breath uneven as he tries (fails) to keep up with you. his glasses keep slipping, fogging slightly from how close you are, and every few seconds he has to push them up with a frustrated little huff.
“i should—fuck—take them off,” he pants, trying to lift a hand, but you stop him immediately, gripping his wrist.
“no.”
his eyes widen behind his lenses, his lips parting. “w-what—?”
“i want them on.” you tighten your hold on his wrist, keeping him from reaching for them. “they make you look hot.”
his breath stutters and his whole body goes tense like you just said the most illegal thing in existence. “that—that’s—” he lets out a strangled little sound when you roll your hips against him, his lashes fluttering. “oh my god.”
“see?” you tease, dragging your nails lightly over his skin. “sexy.”
his ears are bright red, his brain clearly malfunctioning as he swallows hard. “but they keep moving—”
“then keep pushing them up.” you lean in, lips brushing against his jaw, relishing the way he shivers.
he makes a pathetic little whimper before letting his forehead drop to your shoulder, his glasses slipping again. desperate, he tries to shove them back up, his movements clumsy, his other hand gripping your hip like a lifeline.
“this is so unfair,” he whines, voice shaking.
you grin, pulling him back up so you can look at him properly. his glasses are askew, his pupils blown wide, his bottom lip pink from how hard he’s been biting it.
“you like it,” you whisper, dragging your fingers along his spine.
“n-no—”
but he does. you can feel it in the way his body reacts to you, in the way his glasses keep slipping down, making him push them up again, each time more frantic, more desperate.
you shift beneath him, rolling your hips just right, and his breath catches, glasses nearly slipping off entirely.
“fuck,” he groans, quickly shoving them back into place, his fingers shaking.
you smirk, running your tongue over your bottom lip. “you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
he glares at you, completely fucked out and blushing. “i hate you.”
“no, you don’t.” you tug him down, lips brushing against his.
his glasses slip one last time, and this time, when he shoves them up, he does it with a low, frustrated groan—before finally giving in to you, letting himself fall apart in your hands.
Content: Bratty sub Haechan, mean dom reader, omorashi/piss, somewhat public wetting (nobody saw though), humiliation, crying, degradation, handjob, a little bit of praise
A/N: Basically Haechan is being a brat and not listening before a roadtrip when you tell him to use the bathroom and he suffers the consequences. You are very mean but he likes it and there are safe words (very important!).
You watched in concern as Haechan chugged a cup of coffee. It was just one, but impulse control wasn’t always his strong suit. You had a road trip planned, and you knew this wouldn’t end well if he decided to be stubborn. "Haechan..." you started, trying to balance your tone’s gentleness and firmness, "let’s try to slow down on the coffee. You know we have a long drive ahead of us, and your bladder…isn’t what I’d call huge."
Haechan goofily grinned as he dismissed your concern, pouring a second cup. "Aww come on, don't be such a nag! What’s wrong with me making sure I have enough energy on the road? Plus, if I have to go, we can just stop at a gas station." He tilted the cup back, chugging half of it faster than he poured it.
You frustratedly shook your head at your boyfriend’s stubborn dismissal of your valid concerns. There was little he was better at than charging headfirst into embarrassing situations, blind to the consequences until they met him face-to-face. You sighed and redirected your focus to double-checking the car, mentally noting to pack a change of clothes. Haechan's antics were going to catch up to him eventually, and you weren’t going to let it slide this time. But for now, all you could do was wait to be proven right once again.
"Whatever, don't cry and beg me to stop the car when we’re in the middle of nowhere," you called over your shoulder, "and don't you dare say I didn't warn you!" Haechan just scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, pouring creamer into his third cup of coffee. "Geez, I'll be fine! I'm a grown man, I can control my bladder. When are we even going? Hmm?”
You knew it was pointless to try talking sense into him. He seemed to love intentionally defying you, even when it was at his own expense. Even so, you wanted to try one more time. You turned to look at him as you spoke, "We can go now but…come on, let’s at least go to the bathroom before we leave," you lowered your voice, trying to reason with him. He pouted and crossed his arms, glaring at you stubbornly. "No! I don't need to go, I'm fine." He insisted despite all the coffee he chugged.
You sighed, "Baby, listen to me. I know you don't feel like you have to go right now, but all that coffee is gonna catch up to you on the road," your voice grew stern as your patience started to wear thin. Haechan huffed as he heard your rational argument. He puffed out his cheeks and and stomped his foot on the floor. "Ugh, you're so annoying! I already told you, I can hold it!" he argued stubbornly, determined to prove you wrong.
You took a deep breath to keep your cool before raising your voice again, "You better listen to me. This isn't the time to be petty. If you don't go to the bathroom right now, I'm not going to stop for you on the road, and there’s no way you can hold it for the whole ride."
Haechan rolled his eyes and and mumbled “hmph" under his breath as he stomped towards the car, still stubbornly convincing himself that you were overthinking. But deep down, he knew you were most likely right and that gave him…mixed feelings. You shook your head as you followed him to the car, knowing he’d soon regret being too stubborn to listen to you. You got into the driver's seat and started the car. As you drove down the road, you occasionally glanced at him, waiting for that attitude of his to crumble. He began feeling pressure grow in his bladder quicker than he hoped, fidgeting in his seat in an attempt to ignore it. He glanced over at you with a forced smile and tried to play it cool, "So, uh...how long is this drive gonna take again?"
You easily saw through his facade, keeping your eyes on the road as you answered him, “It's about two hours away." You paused for a moment, then side-eyed him with a knowing expression, “And no, we aren’t stopping just because you drank too much coffee."
Haechan's fake smile dissipated into an embarrassed frown, knowing that you weren’t buying the act. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping you wouldn’t notice him trying to discretely press his hands between his legs. "Ugh, fineee. Two hours, I can handle it." You smirked, finding it amusing how he still kept up that feisty attitude. "I know that you can handle it, baby. You're so strong. Two hours is nothing to you, right?" you responded mockingly.
His face flushed in anger and embarrassment. He glared at you and puffed his cheeks again. "Shut up! I can hold it, alright? Don't tease me!" He yelled, his voice cracking a bit as he shifted in his seat and crossed his legs over each other. As the minutes passed, Haechan’s fidgeting only grew. He glanced over at you occasionally, desperately trying to downplay his need. He became increasingly more anxious, but his pride prevented him from just admitting that he needed you to make a stop. As the car made its way onto the backroads, it suddenly went over a speed bump, making Haechan gasp and grip the armrest. He couldn’t help the whimper that left him as his hands flew between his tightly pressed thighs.
"Ah..f-fuck!" He gritted his teeth in discomfort, mumbling curse words as he fidgeted in his seat. You saw his thighs clamped together tightly in your peripheral vision. His plight was obvious, but pride was still holding him back from admitting its urgency. "Ugh..c-can’t we hurry up?" he murmured, shifting uncomfortably. You chuckled softly at his request, knowing exactly why he asked to hurry up, but you decide to play along, “Baby, we're still about an hour and a half away from the hotel, remember? We’re already going over the speed limit, so we're not going to get there any faster by flying. If anything we’ll just get there slower if we wreck or get a ticket.”
Haechan whined at your response, desperately squirming in his seat to find a comfortable position. He bit his lower lip, holding back a whimper as another wave of desperation hit him. “Ugh…I wasn't asking you to speed up, meanie! I was just asking if we were on the quickest route so we can get there as soon as possible,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He looked at you pleadingly, “P-please, just hurry…”
You gently patted his thigh, reminding him of his words, "You know…who’s the one who said you could hold it for two hours? That was you, was it not?" Haechan whimpered softly, fidgeting as his bladder practically reached its limit. He covered his red hot face with his hands, his thighs squeezed together tighter than a dam holding back a flood. "Sh-shut up! You think I don’t know what I said?! I didn't think it would be this bad!" He whined, his hands muffling his voice. He knew that you were right, but he still felt that it would kill him to admit it. He took a shuddered breath and trembled slightly. "I...I’ve really gotta pee..." he admitted in a barely audible whisper while still covering his face. He looked at you pleadingly from between his fingers. "P-please...let’s just find a place to stop. I don't think I can hold it much longer..." he begged you, shifting his hips uncomfortably in the seat while his bladder screamed for relief.
You occasionally caught glimpses of his embarrassing state, enjoying the sight. You reminded him once again of your earlier conversation, "If I’m remembering right, I told you that we wouldn't stop just because you've had too much coffee, didn’t I? But did you listen to me? This was your own choice, Haechan." Haechan whimpered defeatedly, knowing fully well that you were right and regretting his stubbornness. His body was writhing at that point, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. "I get it, okay?! I should have just listened to you. Please, let’s just find a rest stop or something! I really can't h-hold it much longer. I-I'm…I'm gonna have an accident if we don't. Please, please,” his voice cracked desperately as he clawed the seat beneath him. You knew he was completely at your mercy now, his pride completely shattered by the overwhelming need to relieve himself. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of thrill in seeing him all pathetic and begging for relief.
You somehow managed to keep your composure and sighed, "If I’m being honest babe, you don't deserve an option since you knew what you were getting yourself into. But if you really can't hold it like you said you could, then you have two choices." You gave him a stern side-eyed glare, "You can either use a bottle or go on the side of the road. It’s up to you."
Haechan's face flushed even deeper at the thought of letting go into a bottle right next to you. Tears welled up in his eyes as he squirmed even more frantically in his seat. "N-no way you’re serious! That's..that's so embarrassing, I can't do that next to you! A-and going on the side of the road?? Someone could see me…I..I can't…” He practically spasmed in his seat, tears streaming down his red face. "Please, there’s gotta be another option…I don't wanna do that. Let’s just pull over and find a bush or something, anything, please..."
You shrugged apathetically, enjoying the delicious sounds of Haechan whining and begging in desperation. You knew you had more control over the situation than him by that point. You emphasized your next words slowly and firmly, "Baby, you did this to yourself. I told you to go to the bathroom before we left, remember? You’re the one who refused. I told you that I wouldn’t stop if you didn’t use the bathroom at home, but chose not to listen to me. This is exactly what you asked for,” you shook your head, feeling a mix of sympathy and twisted enjoyment. "You had a chance to go earlier, but you didn’t take it. And now look at you, desperate to pee and left with no choice but to use a bottle or go behind a bush like a...like a dumb, disgusting puppy,” you failed to suppress a smirk as those words left your mouth.
Haechan whimpered loudly as your words sunk in. He finally accepted that you were right even though it bruised his ego and humiliated him. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he desperately tried to hold back the overflowing liquid in his bladder. "I..I'm sorry, okay? I really should’ve listened to you…I was being stupid and now I'm dealing with the consequence. B-but...a bottle is way too embarrassing!” You sighed and shook your head as you caught a glimpse of Haechan’s tear-streaked face and trembling body. You almost felt bad for him, but you also enjoyed seeing him in such a degrading and desperate state, forced to deal with the consequences of his cockiness.
"Yeah? Embarrassing? Well, let me tell you something, Haechan. This is a pretty embarrassing situation you’re in right now. You’re squirming and whimpering like a damn dog, all because you couldn't take a single minute to use the bathroom before we left for a two hour car ride. What's your idea of an alternative? There’s no gas station for the next half hour, and there’s clearly not much time left for you to decide."
Haechan clenched his jaw and squirmed again, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. He looked over at you with desperation and humiliation all over his face, “I...I can't take it much longer. I…I really am gonna wet myself. I…I can't…” His bladder felt like it could burst any minute. The pressure was becoming almost painful, and every single movement caused a wave of urgency to crash in his body. He couldn’t sit still, trembling so hard that he practically vibrated in his seat. He knew he was fighting a losing battle and would eventually face defeat if you didn’t pull over within the next ten minutes.
You saw his desperation and anguish in your peripheral vision and almost wished you could see it better. You knew that he was reaching his limit, so you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little more, "Baby, look what a scene you’re making, acting like you're gonna burst at any second. You’re just embarrassing yourself even more. Now unless you wanna piss your pants and my car seat, you’d better make a choice. Either you piss in a bottle or on the side of the road." Haechan's face flushed impossibly redder at your harsh bluntness. He knew that you were right once again, that he was making a fool of himself. His body was leaned forward in his seat as he strained every muscle in his desperate attempt to hold it in. He glanced around, hoping to see a gas station or discrete trail, but all he saw was a practically endless maze of trees and fields. He shook his head frantically, shaking like a leaf. His voice came out in an almost pitiful gasp, "Actually…I can hold it. Just...just until we're off the back roads. I can do it. Just keep driving, please. I...I can make it.” The car bouncing on the seemingly endless back roads only intensified Haechan’s desperation by the second. Every bump on the road made him squeeze his thighs together somehow even tighter as it made the waves of pain and desperation crash in his bladder and making him gasp out loud.
“Oh? You still think you can make it after all? I love your confidence. You must have a bladder of steel, huh?” you retorted, “Y’know baby, considering how much coffee you drank, I’m surprised you haven’t pissed yourself already,” you added on with a hint of mockery. Haechan's face burned at your words. He knew he was hopeless in this situation, and your teasing is only worsened it. He clenched his thighs even tighter, body jerking more frantically every minute. "Leave me alone…I...I said I can hold it. I'm fine," he insisted in an unconvincingly shaky voice. You fell silent to fully focus on the road ahead. You knew Haechan was about to lose what little bit of control he had, and you can't help but find some sadistic pleasure in that. After all, he was the one who refused to listen to you earlier. He couldn’t keep his body still, and he couldn’t keep quiet. He let out a series of low whines in humiliation and need. The car bumped over a sizable pothole, and he gasped in horror as he felt a small leak escape him despite his effort to hold back. “A-ah, no no no! Not now, please not now!" he yelped in a high-pitched, desperate whine. His body froze in shock and he immediately clamped his thighs even tighter with all of the strength he had left.
You smirked as you caught his panicked expression in the corner of your eye and heard his desperate pleas. He gasped and thrashed around in his seat when the car hit another bump in the road. "Baby, you okay?" you pretended you didn’t already know the answer. "Are you losing control already? How embarrassing for you," you cooed in faux sympathy. Haechan whimpered pathetically, tears running down his burning red face at that point. He couldn’t form a sentence, only pathetic sounds of desperation as he hysterically shook his head. “I-I’m not…I can hold it, I can…” Haechan whimpered in a cracked voice. His bladder was a ticking time bomb, the pressure becoming fully unbearable. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, no matter how hard he clenched his whole body to hold back the inevitable.
You knew too that he was just moments away from losing it completely, and a part of you couldn’t wait for that to happen. "You still think you can hold it, baby? You look like you're about to piss yourself right here in my car. Is that what you want? To make a mess in here, in front of me?" you ask, your tone laced with mock pity as you kept your eyes on the road ahead. The car bounced over an even bigger pothole, and you heard Haechan let out a strangled yelp as his body jerked violently in the passenger seat seat. Tears flowed down his face he shook his head weakly. "Nonono! I-I can't...I'm gonna...ahhh!" Haechan cried out, voice breaking as he felt his bladder finally give in. A stream of urine started soaking through his pants, and he squirmed desperately as if he could stop it. "Pull over…I’m peeing, I’m peeing, ah!" He gasped shamefully as the warmth of his piss spread through his pants onto the seat beneath him.
You smirked sadistically as you heard him whine and cry, seeing the tears staining his face. You glanced over at the dark patch spreading across the front of his pants, the smell of piss filling the car. “Couldn't hold it after all, babe? Poor thing, look what a mess you're making," you say mercilessly, enjoying his humiliation. Without a second to spare, you pulled the car over to the side of the road. As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Haechan’s shaky hands fumbled with his seatbelt. "Go on, get out and finish your business in a bush or something. Hurry up," you demanded, pointing to the side of the road. Haechan looked at you with pure mortification on his face, obeying you without hesitation. You watched him stumble out of the car when he finally managed to unbuckle and found a sadistic satisfaction in the trail of piss on he was leaving on the pavement. As soon as he got out, he ran to the nearest bush, his trail following him into the grass too. The sound of his zipper being frantically undone reached your ears as he tried to unzip his pants while still wetting himself. When he managed to pull pants and underwear down to his knees, he gasped at the feeling of the cool air on his half-hard cock. But as he tried to aim it at the bush, he realized that there was nothing else to let out. His bladder had completely emptied itself.
As you heard him weakly dribbling onto the leaves, you waited a moment before walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder as you whisper, "All done now? I hope you feel better after making such a mess of yourself and being too stubborn to listen to me.“ Haechan stood there and shivered as his harsh reality set in. Humiliated tears rolled down his cheeks, his pants and underwear completely soaked and the air chilling his exposed, dripping cock. His blushing face turned to the ground, too ashamed to speak or look in your direction as his cock still dripped with weak remaining piss. "I-I'm sorry. I know I should’ve listened..." he stammered.
As humiliated as he was, Haechan also felt a twinge of excitement from it paired with your degrading words. From behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed his shaking body against you. He shakily whimpered when he felt your body press against his back. “Shhh, it's okay, don't worry about it. I'm glad I got to witness your beautiful display of self-control," you tease, gently squeezing his waist. You brought your lips to his ear, warm breath tickling him as you whispered, "The whole reason I wanted you to listen to me earlier was to save you from embarrassing yourself this way. But I have to say, you seem to enjoy being put in your place like this." He shuddered at your warm breath and your teasing words, burn his face even hotter with embarrassment and…something else.
You pressed his backside against your hips, feeling undeniably aroused about this yourself too. You chuckled softly against his ear, "Does it really turn you on that much to humiliate yourself in front of me, you naughty boy?” He couldn’t deny it. His cock hardened fully at the humiliating situation since the threat of wetting himself had passed. "I-I don't know what you’re trying to say..." he mumbled. You smirked as you feel Haechan's hips twitch back against you, betraying his words. He knew that he should be petrified, that this should be a situation he wants to forget about, but the degradation of pissing himself in front of you awakened something sick and perverse in him.
You pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the side of his neck and ghosted your hand over his hard cock without actually touching it. Haechan let out a shuddered moan at the feeling of your lips on his neck and how maddeningly close your hand was to his cock, making it throb with need. “That’s why you defied me earlier, isn’t it baby?” your voice goes low and sultry, "You wanted me to put you in your place like this?" You punctuated your words with another gentle kiss on his neck, feeling his pulse skyrocket on your lips. "I-I don't know...m-maybe I did want this..." His cock leaked with his breathless admission. He tried to subtly thrust his hip at your hand for friction. His mind was spinning from the thrill of his pathetic state turning you on too. You placed your head on Haechan's shoulder and tilted his chin to meet your gaze, wanting to ensure he's truly okay with where this is going. "I knew that you did, you poor needy thing…what's your color?" you asked, your voice softening with genuine concern. He gazed at you with hazy eyes and a trembling lower lip, desperately craving your touch. He knew he did something shameful and disgusting, but your hungry eyes made his heart race. "G-green...please, want you to touch me…" he mewled with unrestrained desire. His hips writhed as his leaky, twitching cock sought direct contact from your hand.
Once he made it undeniably clear that he desperately wanted your touch, you decided to give it. With a grin, you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him from base to leaking tip. He cried out in bliss as he finally felt your hand touch on his aching cock. His back arched delightfully against you, a strangled moan escaping his lips at the much-needed touch. "You're leaking so much already, you dirty boy," you cooed as you slowly pumped his slick cock. "Getting all riled up from pissing yourself in front of me, defying me on purpose, and making me a mess of yourself. You're so pathetic, aren't you, my little slut?"
Haechan’s voice needily cracked out, “Y-yes...I'm pathetic, such a pathetic slut for you..." He desperately thrusted into your hand for more friction, more stimulation. His cock pulsed in your grip, the tip red and leaking with precum. "Don’t…don't stop. I...I need you..." In this moment, he had surrendered to you completely. The slick sound of your stroking hand on him filled the air, and the humiliation and pleasurable sensations brought him close embarrassingly fast. His desperate pleas and wildly throbbing cock showed you that you had him exactly where you wanted him, ready to fall apart in your hands. "Don’t worry dirty boy, I won't stop," you coo squeeze his shaft tighter as you glide your hand up and down it. "I can feel you getting close…go on, baby. Your piss is already all over my hand and on the bushes," you rub your thumb over his leaking slit, "so go on and make an even bigger mess. Cum for me," you growl seductively in his ear.
Haechan throws his head back onto your shoulder with a loud cry, his body spasming uncontrollably as your degrading words and skillful hand tug him closer to the edge. "Ah, ah, can't...I can't hold back...m gonna...ahhh!” his voice grows higher and higher with each moan as he erratically fucks into your stroking hand. The sounds of his dripping cock being stroked mixed with his loud moans and cries makes you feel almost like you could cum just from hearing them. The pleasure became too much for him to bear.
"Mmm…gonna cum...fuck!" Haechan cried out, his body going stiff in your arms as he finally reached his climax. You held him tighter as the pleasure sent surges through his body, his hot cum spilling over your stroking hand and onto the bushes. You kept guiding him through his intense orgasm, pumping out every drop until he was completely empty. As his cock softened and its twitches slowed in your hand, you gently let go of it. You trailed delicate kisses along his neck and jaw, whispering soft words of praise, “That’s my boy, Channie. You did so good, letting yourself go for me that way.” You nuzzled into his neck and gently rubbed his tummy. He melted into your touch, still trembling from his intense orgasm. He had never felt so ashamed yet so turned on before in his life. "T-thanks…you made me feel so good," he breathily giggled with a small smile forming on his still-flushed face.
You helped him pull his pants back up and zip them so nobody saw more than they needed to on your way back to the car, and you caressed him until his breathing slowly steadied. "Let's get back on the road, baby boy. We still have an hour ahead of us," you say softly, placing a soothing hand on his lower back as you walk him to the car. He turns to look at you with adoring eyes. "B-but...what about the mess in the seat? And my wet clothes..." Haechan asked meekly, wincing as he looked down at his soaked pants. After the excitement of the humiliating situation wore off, he wasn’t sure how to handle the aftermath. You smiled comfortingly at him and tenderly kissed his cheek as you two approached the car. "Don't worry about the mess, baby. I'm the one who made you hold it in, so it's only fair that I clean it up," you reassure him, opening the trunk. You rummaged through it and pulled out a blanket, cleaning spray, wipes, and a change of clothes. You handed Haechan the clothes and blanket as well as one wipe. “I’m gonna take care of the seat, so here’s a wipe and a change of clothes, plus this blanket for warmth and privacy. You can get cleaned up while I deal with that, okay baby?” you said with a gentle smile, guiding him into the back seat and patting his shoulder before closing the door.
You walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door, scrunching your face a bit as the lingering smell of urine hit your nostrils. You sprayed it with the cleaning solution and dabbed it up with the wipe. Haechan’s head poked through his privacy blanket and he watched you clean after him, feeling a bit guilty that you were cleaning the mess his disobedience caused. He sighed and wiped the mess off of himself, slipping on the comfy clothes you gave him once he was as clean as possible. After he changed and you finished cleaning, he bundled himself up in the blanket and blushed at the vulnerable state you could see him in. He looked at you through the mirror, a hint of lingering arousal in his gaze. “Thanks for…taking care of my mess. Even though I’m the one who didn’t listen to you,” he mumbled timidly, “You weren’t really mad at me, were you?”
You made your way into the driver’s seat, returning eye contact through the mirror with a smile, “Of course I wasn’t mad at you, baby. I know you. I knew you were being bratty on purpose, that’s why I brought an extra pair of clothes. I knew that you knew you couldn’t hold it. You’re lucky I find your perverted antics cute,” you responded playfully, turning back and giving him a genuine smile. He blushed again at your words, feeling comforted and shyly smiling back at you. You reached over and patted him on the head, looking into his eyes with sincere words, “I love you so much, Haechan. You know that?” His eyes shined with adoration as he responded, "I love you too, so so much.” You ruffled his hair playfully and continued, "Would you like to lie down in the backseat with your blanket for a nap? Or do you wanna come back up here in the clean passenger seat with me?"
Haechan shyly admitted, “I wanna be next to you,” and glanced away for a moment before climbing up into the passenger seat. You turned on the seat warmers to help it dry faster, and the heat comforted him since he still felt a bit cold. You leaned over and kissed his cheek before starting the car again. He blushed yet again at this, shivering slightly at your affection. You pulled back onto the country roads and placed your hand on his thigh, resting it there comfortingly. “Have we learned any lessons today, baby?” you ask half-teasingly, keeping your tone gentle, “Maybe about using the bathroom when I tell you to?” You glanced at him with a playful smirk and gently squeeze his thigh. He giggled at your remarks and placed his hand on top of yours, mischievously smiling despite his lingering shyness. “Hmm…I can’t make any promises. The only thing I’ve really learned today is that…maybe this awakened something in me,” he smiled shyly, rubbing your hand with his thumb. His laugh made your heart melt, and you squeezed his thigh again as you shared laughs together.
“There we go, that’s my naughty boy. But…I can’t act like this didn’t awaken something in me too. So don’t think I won’t put you in your place like this again if you decide to defy me again,” you shook your head, grinning at his cheeky behavior. You brought his hand to your lips and kissed it as you continued to look forward at the road ahead. Haechan giggled again at your kiss, and you knew that his playful demeanor was returning despite how embarrassed he seemed before. His eyes glimmered with mischief. “Mm, then I guess I won’t be listening to you next time either. I’ll look forward to it, hehe~”
"he shouldn’t be doing this, he knows he shouldn’t. a good boy wouldn’t be so naughty and get off to the sound of his girlfriends voice without them knowing… but beomgyu just couldn’t help himself."
‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ synopsis: needy, puppy boyfriend beomgyu calls you to hear your voice and uses it as guidance to make himself cum.
⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!beomgyu x dom!reader
⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 3k+
⋆˚꩜｡ tags: phone sex, masturbation, vibrator, crying, overstimulation, countdown (well…), beomgyu cums twice, praise, slight degradation, beomgyu has a tiny voice kink, puppy beomgyu
⋆˚꩜｡ notes: i know this is a day late, but there was some stuff i wanted to change, hopefully you still enjoy!
can i call you?
you quirk an eyebrow at the simple question that popped on your screen, a text message sent from your boyfriend. it’s not often that he asks to talk on the phone, rather just taking it upon himself to call you whenever he feels.
the part that caught you off guard was how late at night he was texting you. so late that you were preparing to go to sleep, just finishing your nightly routine. you figured he was already sleeping like he usually is around this time, so seeing a text from him was a little odd.
walking out the bathroom, you pick up your phone to send a quick response, of course. you flop into bed and make yourself comfortable in the sheets.
immediately, a call comes through making you smile at how cute your boyfriend can be sometimes. you answer, sliding the icon across the screen and putting the phone on speaker so you are able to scroll through other apps while you talk.
you’re greeted with partial silence. the only sounds being an occasional rustle of some kind, like he’s constantly shifting around. you become a little concerned, wondering why he hasn’t said anything yet.
typically, he would be non-stop talking. telling you about any and everything, sweetly showering you with compliments, asking when is the next time he can see you, almost out of breath from speaking too fast.
“hello,” you decide to start the conversation instead, furrowing your brow. “beomgyu, you okay?” you gently ask, your fingers pausing on your phone so you can concentrate on trying to hear a hint of any other sound besides the slight stirring.
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“mmph-” he quietly moans behind his sweatered hand, an attempt to keep his moans at bay.
currently he was sprawled on his bed in his dark room, the only light being the dim one from his phone, where he was on call with you.
he shouldn’t be doing this, he knows he shouldn’t. a good boy wouldn’t be so naughty and get off to the sound of his girlfriends voice without them knowing… but beomgyu just couldn’t help himself. he tried going to sleep, laying in the darkness and willing his fantasies to deter from the lewd ones that infected his mind.
ones where you were here with him, maybe on top of him, maybe next to him. just here and touching him however you pleased. run your soft hands all over his body, up his torso, brush a finger over his sensitive nipples, drag them down the sides of his hips, touch him where he wants it the most -
he could feel his pajama pants getting tight and his skin getting hot, his breathing slightly heavier as he gets turned on from his dirty thoughts. slowly, he reaches down to palm himself, gasping at the touch.
“fuck…” he breaths out into the quiet room, hips rising up into his touch. he lightly moans, his pulse starts to race, cock aching in its confinement.
his hand just wasn’t enough though, he needed more. it wasn’t like the pleasure of having you gently tracing your fingers along his hard-on. through beomgyu’s fogged mind, he remembers a time when you used a certain toy on him.
it was a wand vibrator, one he kept in his bedside drawer. he has never used it without you though, never even thought about it until now. he doesn’t even allow himself to touch his cock without asking… but he recalls the last time you used it on him, how it felt on his cock, on his chest when you would circle it around the buds, the way you spoke to him while you glided it along his sensitive skin.
biting his bottom lip, beomgyu gets the toy from his drawer and lays back down comfortably. his cheeks burn as he turns it on, putting it on the lowest level, tentatively dragging it along the outline of his cock in his pants, the same way you did. his head tilts back at the stimulation and goosebumps spread through his body as he shivers.
“yes please…” he breathily moans. not sure who or what he’s saying please to as there is nobody here and he is the one controlling the toy.
but… he could be saying please to you, he thinks. he could listen to you bring him to his orgasm while he begs and moans for you. your voice that always sounds like it’s dipped in honey when you are teasing him. your voice that makes him leak everywhere. he wonders if you are still awake or have gone to bed considering the time.
hastily, he lays the vibrator against him as he picks up his phone. fingers shaking as he types out a message to find out if you are sleeping. somewhere in his muddled brain, he wonders how you would feel about him using your voice to get off. touching and using a toy without your permission, something he doesn’t usually do. but the larger part doesn’t care enough to think on it too long.
“come on, please-” he whines impatiently, worried you might have actually fallen asleep when a minute passes. leaving him to please himself without you, without your voice telling him what to do and how to make himself feel good.
beomgyu could almost cry when his phone dings with a message. scrambling to get you on the phone, he presses on your contact and waits for you to answer, phone on speaker.
he can’t even say anything once you pick up, missing your “hello”, his vibrator shifting with him and pressing right against his tip. a sweater-pawed hand flys up to cover the loud gasp that he almost let out. his other hand flying to move the vibrator off. well that was close.
you pause, trying to take in the sounds you are hearing on the other side of the phone. thinking you heard a start of a gasp, but you weren’t sure as it got drowned out by the rustle of bedsheets.
“beomgyu, you okay?” you ask, voice gentle in his quiet room.
he breathes heavily behind his hand, trying to calm down before even attempting to say a word. he doesn’t want to give away what he’s doing and the real reason why he wanted to called you so late at night.
“gyu, are you there love?” you coo, making beomgyu whimper and squirm at the tone of your voice. he could already feel himself slipping listening to your voice, his cock already leaking, even if you weren’t saying anything dirty. it’s just how needy he gets for you.
“i-i’m here,” he manages to whisper out once he’s calm, voice light and out of breath. he covers his moan as he starts to drag the toy along his bulge again.
the floaty-ness in his tone is a familiar sound, the way beomgyu’s voice gets airy and slightly whiny when he’s in a certain mood. a little too familiar.
though, there’s no way he could be doing that… right? is it too wild to think that he might have called you while he was touching himself? you get excited, skin prickling at the idea of your boyfriend being so lewd. phone sex, who knew.
“puppy~” you tease, using the exact tone of voice you know beomgyu is beyond weak to.
beomgyu freezes, a desperate whimper bubbling in his throat at the pet-name. practically routine for him to respond to that name, he nearly did, ready to submit to you.
“are you doing what i think you’re doing?” you purr into the phone.
his skin is one fire and he can feel his heart thrumming in his chest. he can’t hold back the tiny moan that comes out this time, quickly biting his lip and hoping you didn’t hear it.
“w- what do you think i’m doing?” he tries to challenge, making a pitiful attempt at denial but knowing he likely failed as his voice trembled. he’s embarrassingly aroused right now, his cock aching and twitching, a wet spot starting to stain his pajama pants.
“i can hear it in your voice,” you tsk, voice taking on a huskier sound.
beomgyu can imagine you on top of him, sitting on his thighs as you look down at him. shaking your head in disappointment and he keens, a unrestrained whimper finally escaping.
“touching yourself without permission?” you question.
the way in which you drawl out your words, sends little pangs of pleasure through beomgyu’s body and make his toes curl. he couldn’t answer, having no comeback for the accusation as it was true. he did decide to touch himself without asking you, but he just couldn’t help himself.
“pup didn’t mean to, just got too excited…” he mumbles with a huff.
you believe him, of course you do. your sweet beomgyu rarely touches himself without asking, but teasing and making him flustered is way more fun than letting him off easy. besides, it doesn’t take much to rile him up.
with beomgyu quiet on the other side, your ears can pick up another sound in the background. a faint buzzing that fades in and out, a sharp intake of breath can be heard when the buzz gets louder, presumably getting closer to his tip. oh, you scoff to yourself with a impressed smile, shocked at how naughty beomgyu is being, an experience you’re not quite used to.
“mm… and are you just using your hand or are you using a toy?” testing to see if he would tell a lie.
to your surprise, you hear beomgyu whine before he answers, “both…” he meekly says as his breath hitches. he raised the vibrator to the next power level, the vibrations a little more intense. opting to strip out of his pajama pants and raise his shirt, becoming too sweaty with all the layers and sighing at the cool air against his skin.
“both?”
“mhmm,” he whines as his unoccupied hand comes up to pinch a nipple. “vibrator on my cock and a hand on my chest.” he finishes, back arching and hips stuttering as he circles a nipple.
“such a naughty pup ~ ” you uttered with fake discontent in your tone. beomgyu lets out a sweet little cry, if there’s one thing beomgyu loves, but pretends to hate is being called naughty. always putting up a fuss when you say it, yet his cock will twitch or his eyes flutter at the same time.
this time beomgyu’s eyes glazed over at the words, not just at being called naughty but at the way you are speaking to him. the condescending tone is so attractive to him and sends him further into his arousal. always makes him needier than it should. he doesn’t even try to fight it.
“‘m a naughty pup, i’m sorry,” he cries, forgiveness laced in his voice. completely gone now, lost to your voice and ready to do whatever you say, whatever you want. scared you’ll make him take away his pleasure.
“what level is your toy currently on?”
“only two…” he breathes. “b-but, i want more. may i have more, please?”
“more? is two not enough for you~” you taunt, beomgyu crying out at being teased. “the needy puppy just needs more, hm. even after being disobedient?”
“not enough, more please. please, i’ll be a good boy. i won’t do it again.” he wantonly begs, rambling as his brain is empty and full of arousal, just wanting to make himself feel good.
“really? even if i want you to put it on the highest level?” you ask with a quirk of your eyebrow.
“uhn .. yes, yes i’ll do it. anything you want, promise.” he pants out. the softness in your voice, making his cock uncontrollably leak. it’s almost like you’re in the room with him, talking right into his ear. even he imagines even harder, it almost feels like you are controlling the toy instead of him.
“do it then, directly on your cock.” you order.
beomgyu mumbles out “yes” as he strips out of his boxers and turns the vibrator up to the highest setting. hesitating and nibbling on his bottom lip as it feels strong in his hand, so it slightly scares him, wondering what it would feel like on him.
the last time you used the toy on him, it was nowhere near this high. you typically kept it around the middle to low levels, the sensations already too much for him to handle, constantly squirming and wriggling underneath you.
“puppy ~ don’t keep me waiting. do you not want it anymore ~ ” you feign impatience, a tactic that gets beomgyu going every time. “shall we just go to bed…”
“nonono. i-i do, i want it, i- uhn!” **beomgyu shouts, eager to please he placed the vibrator on his throbbing cock. intense pleasure rushing through him, little shocks being sent down to his toes.
it borders on being too much, desperate and filthy noises falling past his wet lips constantly. his body not sure whether to run or give in to the pleasure, hips rolling up against the toy but his torso twisting away from his fingers flicking his nipple. he throws back his head and squeeze his eyes shut.
he thinks back to the time you did this to him, specifically when you would let it linger on his tip, so he tries it.
“oh god…” he immediately gasps, body shaking at the sensitivity of the vibrations on his wet tip.
“good boy~ ” you praise him, satisified with the sounds he makes and earning a high-pitched moan in return.
the way he sounds over the phone is almost pornographic, every sweet sound going straight to your ears, feeding into your own arousal. you shift in your spot on the bed, squeezing your thighs together. if only you could see him, how wrecked he likely looked for you. his fluffy hair messy and his pretty skin glistening in sweat, a pool of precum settling on his tummy as he constantly drips. maybe i should make him my own personal camboy.
beomgyu can feel himself getting closer, so close to cumming that he can’t even stop moaning to beg you to let him cum, say his name, call him a puppy, anything to just push him over the edge. everything just felt so good.
“c-can i cum, please? i need it, i need it so bad…” he sweetly begs, blinking tears from his eyes with a sniffle. he doesn’t remember when he’d started crying.
“you want to cum?” you purr lowly.
“yes~ mmph, yes please,” he needily cries. “i’ve been a good boy, don’t you think so?”
“a very good puppy indeed. how about i countdown for you, hm,” you suggest to him. he hums in approval, too excited to say anything else. “every time i count that’s when you move the vibrator, understood?”
“yes~ i understand” he whines, his words dragging and slurring.
10- you start to count, beomgyu dragging the vibrator down along the vein of his cock. his body shivers as he shakily moans.
9- the toy is back on his tip as he pinches a nipple.
8- beomgyu doesn’t think he can last much longer, his orgasm suddenly bubbling up to the surface. he can hardly get a second to warn you that he’s gonna-
7- “oh fuck… c-cum…” he sighs as his body stills, before he loudly moans. the toy rubbing against his frenulum just right, unable to stop from edging himself.
his mouth hangs open as he gasps and moans, body trembling as his orgasm rocks through him. his cock pulsing and hips jerking with each spurt of cum that lands on his tummy. he apologizes for cumming early, quiet little “’m sorry’s” being mumbled. tears spilling down his face, it all was so intense.
just as he was about to turn the toy off, coming down from his high he hears you sternly say,
“keep going, i never said you could stop…”
“b-but i- i don’t think i can.” beomgyu mewls, lip poking out even though you can’t see it.
“yes you can and you will, please for me~” he can picture your face, your seductive eyes batting at him, plump lips in a pout, caressing his skin titillatingly and tempting him.
beomgyu whimpers, but doesn’t try to oppose you again. the ‘for me’ always gets to him, he just wants to be good, a good puppy who would do anything for you. plus, who is he to deny when he just came without permission.
stars burst behind his eyelids as he squeezes them shut, legs shaking, and back arching at the overstimulation once he turns the vibrator back on. hand gripping into the sheets below him, twisting them into his fist.
“’s too much, too much please.” he sobs between his broken moans and gasps.
you ignore his pleas, instead pushing him further.
“don’t stop, be a good boy~ ” your honeyed tone encourages him.
“god, i can’t- ‘m gonna fucking cum again…” beomgyu desperately curses, face wet with tears and replacing the dried ones, body soaked with cum and fresh precum, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. he wishes your cool hands were on him, pushing his hair back, cooling down his flush face, just touching him anywhere.
“cum for me baby,”
and he does, hard. a deep, strangled groan, followed by staccato panting coming out as he weakly shoots out a second load. intense shockwaves making him writhe as his eyes roll back into his head.
“holy shit~” he sighs at the same time you say,
“such a good puppy…” on the other side of the phone.
