tear me apart so beautiful once more
advent calendar, day ten — with jongdae | smut | 907 words
♡ˎˊ˗ content: +18 content, mdni, smut, established relationship, jongdae loves to beg and being ruined, handjob, orgasm denial, oral sex (m. receiving), very ruined sub!jongdae x dom f!reader
♡ˎˊ˗ summary: jongdae just wanted to be a good boy for you.
“Why did you ignore me the whole day?” you demanded, your gaze fixed on his eyes—which were wide with a pathetic, genuine plea. Your hand was busy, ruthlessly jerking him off.
Jongdae was naked, sat in the corner of the bathtub, struggling to focus entirely on the sharp, exquisite punishment you were practicing on him, but he knew he still had to answer.
“It wasn’t on purpose… I promise,” Jongdae gulped, the sound catching in his throat. “My phone… the battery died,” he tried to speak, but the raw pleasure made him unable to string the words together properly.
“You know you’ve been a very bad boy,” you murmured, leaning in until your lips were just inches from his, deliberately withholding the kiss Jongdae clearly desperately wanted. “And bad boys need to be broken.” Your hand was too tight around his cock, moving with a cruel efficiency that made his entire body tremble with pure, agonizing arousal.
Jongdae tried to lean forward, desperate to close the small gap between your lips. “Please,” he gasped, the words thin and ragged. “I promise—I’ll be a good boy.”
You let your fingers slide down his lenght, coating your palm, moving your face lower. You leaned down and slowly ran the tip of your tongue right over the head of his aching cock, drawing out the slickness before snapping back up with your hand. The sudden, cold contrast of your tongue followed by the rough friction of your palm made Jongdae cry out in immediate, shocked pleasure.
“Too late for promises, isn’t it?” you murmured, your voice dangerously soft.
Jongdae tried to answer, his throat working hard, but only a desperate, choked sound escaped. His back arched against the cold tile of the tub, and his grip on the corner was frantic.
“Uh-uh,” you tutted, slowing your hand just enough to make the change in friction excruciating. “Say it.”
“A bad boy doesn’t get to groan,” Jongdae prayed, closing his eyes. His voice was trembling, his mind was a mess. “He answers first… ah—and then begs,” he choked out.
You smiled at his struggle, finding the peak of the tension delicious. “You look so beautiful when you’re completely undone.” You leaned in, kissing his jaw slowly while your fingers were jerking him off.
Jongdae was trembling uncontrollably now, his breathing shallow and quick. He tried once more to speak, his lips parting, but the pure, demanding pressure on his cock made speech an impossibility. All he could offer was a broken whine as his body strained toward the release you ruthlessly refused to give.
You accelerated your pace, your hand moving with lightning speed until his entire body tensed and his hips thrust upward, his breath catching in a loud, desperate cry. Jongdae was right on the verge. But just a couple of seconds before he could reach it, you stopped.
The sudden cessation was a physical shock. Jongdae immediately cried out, the sound a mixture of agony and disbelief. “No! Please… finish me—I’ll be good,” Jongdae begged. “Please!”
You lowered your eyes to his throbbing, aching cock and slowly drew the tip into your mouth, using only your lips and tongue to torture him slowly. “You should have answered my text, shouldn’t you?” you asked conversationally, the action muffling your words.
“Yes—I’m sorry,” Jongdae cried out, the words tumbling over each other. “Please… just let me cum.”
You maintained your intimate suction around the head of his cock. “Do it,” you commanded. “Cum for me.”
His throbbing cock simply couldn’t contain the build-up any longer. Jongdae pressed his eyes shut tight, his head falling back against the tile with a defeated thump, and in weak exhalation, giving up with a choked groan of surrender. Jongdae came hard through your fingers, his entire body shook violently. You felt the muscle spasms travel down his length, and you actively sucked and pulled at his tip as his sticky, warm seed flooded your mouth.
You finally released your grip, pulling your mouth away to lean in, pressing a soft, slow kiss on his jaw. “Good boy,” you purred, then deliberately trailed your tongue against his lower lip, kissing him slowly.
Jongdae couldn’t speak; moaning, his chest still heaving from the climax. You gently cupped his cheek, pulling away just to enjoy the utter helplessness in his eyes. You started to stand up, intending to test his compliance, but Jongdae was aching. He cried out softly and desperately, his arms snaking out and clinging tight to your waist, his grip surprisingly strong. He immediately buried his face against your stomach, pressing his lips to the fabric of your blouse.
“Don’t leave me,” Jongdae whispered against your clothes, his voice thick, raw, and desperate. “I need you… please.” He kissed the spot, his lips trembling slightly, begging for you to stay. “I promise I’ll be good for you, just touch me.”
You smiled slowly. Letting your fingers gently tangle in his damp hair, you savored the profound submission of his needy state, allowing him to cling. “You like being completely ruined for me, don’t you?” you murmured softly, enjoying the heavy, possessive weight of his body against yours.
Jongdae squeezed his arms tighter, confirming your suspicion, nodding weekly. He was entirely undone, his body shaking with the final tremors of release, yet he was desperately trying to keep you physically close.
“My sweet boy,” you murmured, “wanna cum inside now?”
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