drabble based off this request
smut warning, sub!hyunjin x dom!reader, oral(f!rec), mommy kink, slapping, face riding, bondage, blindfolding, dacryphilia, use of goodboy twice. ok maybe i overdid it...mb...
thinking about riding hyunjin's face when he's all tied up and pathetic. nothing better than the feeling of your pussy grinding down his mouth, smearing your juices across his nose, cheeks, chin — but he couldn't care less — in fact, he's been begging for it the entire day. squirming in bed the moment you woke up, denying him to leave for work. sulky, he decided to act like a brat. constantly texting you despite asking him not to, sending pictures of him gripping his bulge through his pants — a wet patch darkening the strain. your last straw was an audio of him humping your pillow, moaning and begging you to come home and punish him already.
So bad. He's been so bad.
The sting of your palm on his cheek is the first thing he felt this evening, "can you not behave for a few hours?" you scolded. "humping my sheets. what are you, a dog?"
he whimpered, not out of fear, but from the embarrassment of getting turned on by the harsh treatment. dropping to his knees, a sobbing mess promising to make things right — he'll be good, he swears! just let him have a taste — just once.
denying him would be cruel. accepting would be too merciful, spoiling him beyond limit.
but, you love him. right?
now, he's glued to the wall, supporting his body onto the surface, wrists tied on his back. he can't see shit. you wrapped a cloth around his eyes, naughty boys aren't allowed the view. unfortunately, he might be liking this more than you.
"mphm— mommy!" he gasps, lips parted wide to catch a breath as you pinch his nose, stealing away his airflow. he's drooling, "please, can't—"
"can't?" you coo, tightening the grip on his nostrils, jerking your hips towards him so that his head hits the wall. "you begged me to, hyun? can't handle eating pussy anymore?"
he shakes his head, tears soaking the cloth. you nearly feel bad. tsking, you let go of his nose. he rushes the air in, gagging in the process. coughing. your legs fall off his shoulder, he immediately panics. sensing your touch leaving him, "wait what– no! come back–"
hyunjin leans forward when you step back, hoping to follow whatever direction you're moving. your hand cradles his cheek, he melts into it. a strangled sound coaxing out of his throat at the sudden gentleness you approach him with. however, he knows it's merely an act. tugging at his heart with warmth, before cutting through with a freezing blade. "if you can't even do this much..." it's a whisper, "what do you even serve, should i do it myself? do you want mommy to handle her pleasure on her own?"
"no, no–" he's crying so much, choking on his own sobs, sniffling. you smile, fingers drawing the plump line of his lips, inching them open with a grip on his jaw.
"lay back, and keep that pretty mouth open. m'kay?"
he nods, wrists twisting in a dull ache when you undo the rope. helping him onto the floor, he awaits. a sigh of relief hitting him the second your thighs bracket his head. lowering yourself with much patience, a virtue that he lacks. he quirks his head upwards, to catch a taste but you hold him down. fingers brushing his scalp, holding him in place. controlling the pace.
the first contact has him shaking, legs twitching, unable to stay still in growing excitement. you could laugh at his state, never have you seen someone this desperate. perhaps, that's the reason you love him. loving the sensation of his warm tongue lying flat on your folds, a pretense of sanity before he takes a loud slurp. quick to wrap his lips on your labia, sucking in the overflowing juices with a loud whine. "fuck, mommy. so good–" he uses his tongue to explore, his sight lacking, trusting the familiarity of the action to pleasure you. he wishes he could use his hands, to dig three digits in your soaking cunt, but he knows better than to do something you didn't permit him to. didn't order him to.
his mouth is enough. especially when you're using him like this? rolling your hips onto his face, nose bumping against your clit. he could fuck his tongue inside the whole night. hinting to when the tip slides just a bit inside, and you almost scold him for teasing. however, he's faster than you, the muscle taking a deep dive in between your walls. drawing out a mewl from your lips, biting on your cheek from the sudden pleasure.
his slurps and laps fills the room, echoing at your eardrums. the noises you make encouraging him on, his cock pulsates in his pants. emptily thrusting the air, rocking onto nothing. his eyes are squeezed shut, brows pinched in concentration as he explores the snug walls of your pussy. rubbing his nose dutifully on your clit, blocking his airflow once again. he can't disappoint you once more, aiming to maintain his image when he desperately shakes his head side to side. getting your core to clamp down his tongue as he inches towards that part.
"mhm, fuck, hyun. just like that— such a good boy," you praise, the grip on his scalp turning into a caress, pushing into him somewhat harder. he's delirious, losing his shit amidst your fluids drooling on his face. maybe it's his own saliva, but all he knows is that you taste and smell so fucking good. he could die in here.
he can tell you're close, mumbling and blabbering into your cunt. the sounds vibrating pleasure across your body, you tremble. legs nearly giving out, one arm landing on the wall for support. "mommy's good boy," he mutters, tongue withdrawing from your ache. your breathing hitch, the abrupt lack of him inside growing faint irritation at the back of your throat — but it's soon replaced with overwhelming pleasure, the same tongue circling your clit exactly to your preferences — lips kissing down onto the nub, wrapping around it and sucking down harshly. harsh enough to leave it swollen, harsh enough to break the glass.
you shiver, a moan flying past your lips as you come undone — wetting his mouth with your release — which he greedily swallows. whimpering at the mess he's caused, overly joyous with himself. you hope to sit up, but his mouth follows, shifting upwards with you, rubbing his cheek against the meat of your thigh. "once more? please, mommy?"
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