Only for you B.C
synopsis; chan has been acting out as of late, so you gotta show him who he belongs too.
genre; smut
notes; requested, gn reader, wc 838
warnings; edging, overstimulation, men tears aka dacryphilia (i eat them for breakfast lunch dinner) if I missed any lmk!
"what is this?" you quirk a brow, showing Chan your phone with a look of equal shock and disbelief.
"i see you found the pictures." he comments passively, "do you like them?"
"do i like them?" you say, eyes widening in disbelief, completely confused with his behavior.
he hums, looking at you with a slight smile.
"Chan why didn't you tell me you were taking these? of course, i like them, but these kinds of pictures are for my eyes only," you say, grabbing him by his cheeks smushing the skin between your fingers and watching his lips form a pout.
"jus wanted to show a different side of me-" he blinks, looking at you with his large brown eyes.
"a side that is mine alone to see," you continued, narrowing your eyes.
"you were so obedient baby, now you have to be punished," you continue, searching his eyes for any sign that he wasn't in the mood.
you find none, but still, you ask and confirm. "you understand that when you show others what belongs to me you need to be punished, right?" you tilt your head mockingly and he bites the skin of his bottom lip, nodding pathetically.
"good," you say, rewarding him with a kiss. the only reward he'd be getting tonight.
...
he looks beautiful like this, displayed for you and your eyes only. his thick arms tied behind his back in a beautiful red rope, intricate designs lining his body contrasting with the pale of his skin.
his back is leaned on the headboard and he shivers against it, white hot shame flooding through him at being the only one in the room completely naked.
completely vulnerable for your eyes to take and pick apart without even having to touch him.
his dick is leaking, twitching under the weight of your stare as it borders on predatory and feral, or at least in his opinion, hungry.
you stared at him as if he was something to be devoured, to be drained and used over and over again and it made him shiver in his confines, dick leaking and bobbing at the thought of being used.
his head is thick with cotton fluff and fog, the fluffy feeling taking over his brain and making him dizzy and hot.
He feels hot shame rush through him as he tries to decipher just what punishment you had in mind.
this doesn't seem like much of a punishment, although his dick is starting to hurt a bit he thought passively.
you set up the camera on the tripod, pointing it directly at the bed where he lay twitching and exposed.
he distantly acknowledged the camera, the presence of it not registering in his fog glazed mind at the moment.
you make careful work of lubricating your fingers, going purposely slow just to see his dick grow all the harder and he whimpers, willing you to get it over with already, that he was so hard it hurts and that he needs you to touch him.
"you don't get to demand anything," you snap, eyes narrowing in on his leaky eyes and he bites his lip as bead after bead of precome slide down his weeping dick.
you continue meticulously making sure every inch of your fingers were coated before you finally decided you were done and ready to have fun with your boy.
you sit on the bed next to him, his eyes glazed over after the many hours of being here in this position, waiting.
"my sweet boy," you coo, soft and slick hands slowly wrapping around his leaking dick with a light grip. he moans, head falling onto the headboard behind him with a low thump at the stimulation.
you tighten your grip on him, making him jolt.
"you see the camera baby?" you smile, making eye contact with the recording camera.
he doesn't react, eyes snapped shut in pleasure.
"c'mon baby," you coax softly, your voice a mix of playful encouragement and seduction, as you urge him to look directly at the camera lens, your touch firm but affectionate as your palm makes contact with the wet skin of his head.
the sensation makes him whimper involuntarily, his arms instinctively tensing and flexing, seeking purchase in their grip, a silent plea for more to hold onto.
his hips react to your touch, a subtle, needy roll of his hips and wonton moans spilling out of his teeth bitten lips.
he momentarily breaks eye contact with you, his gaze briefly shifting towards the camera with a dazed expression that makes your head spin.
if seeing him watch himself on camera makes you feel this dozy, this hazy with pleasure you can only imagine what it does to him, his pleasure evident in the way he was letting outsmall pants spilling from his lips.
his lips twist up into a pout, until you flick the head of his dick, demanding all his attention back onto you.
"you belong to me, after I'm done you'll know for sure."