stop pushing emergency, push emergency
advent calendar, day five — with kyungsoo | smut | 1,173 words
♡ˎˊ˗ content: +18 content, mdni (srly, it's too graphic), smut, oral sex (m. receiving), facefucking, hairpulling, dacryphilia, be aware!! kyungsoo's a freak, degradation with some praising, pet names, dumbification, cum eating, dom!kyungsoo x subf!reader
♡ˎˊ˗ summary: despite being trapped in an elevator in the middle of a storm, you couldn't resist your ex's commanding hunger.
“Fuck,” Kyungsoo groaned, a raw, demanding sound as he slammed his hips against your face, driving into you again and again.
His hands were tangled in your hair, gripping it tight and pulling it back, forming a rough ponytail that held your head firmly in place. Kyungsoo was in total, brutal control.
“Take it all like the good girl you are, hmm?,” he gritted out, the words strained but full of triumph.
Kyungsoo allowed you to take more of his cock, even as you choked, making an impossible, desperate effort to stretch your jaw and swallow him deeper. The tip was so far back you felt it grinding against the back of your throat, forcing a weak gag out of you.
Kyungsoo leaned down, his voice a low, thick growl that vibrated against your forehead. “That’s it, kitten. I know you missed this, you greedy little whore.”
Your chin, your cheeks, and your collar were slick and glistening with spit and warm precum. You completely forgot where you were—stuck in a blacked-out elevator with your goddamn ex, while a storm was ripping up the city outside. All you knew was the power of his hand holding your head and his familiar dominance.
Slamming you one final time, Kyungsoo pulled out with a sudden, sharp motion, leaving you completely breathless. Your head snapped forward, and your jaw ached, desperate to catch a breath. Kyungsoo didn’t release your hair, though; he pulled it back, yanking your head up so your eyes were forced to meet his.
Even in the harsh, flickering amber glow of the elevator’s emergency light, Kyungsoo could clearly see the messy trail of your tears mixing with the slick precum on your cheeks. He just leaned in close enough to grin at you—a slow, triumphant smile that you craved. Kyungsoo then crushed your mouth with a possessive, messy kiss, tasting exactly like the humiliation and the sweet relief he had just pulled from you.
He loved seeing you like that: broken, crying, and begging for him.
When he finally broke the kiss, leaving your lips swollen and dripping, you finally managed to gasp out a single, desperate line: “Soo… don’t be cruel,” you wheezed, “I want you.”
His grin didn’t falter. Kyungsoo simply tilted his head, the amber light glinting in his eyes. “You look pathetic begging like that,” he purred, his voice a low, rough rumble. “Say it again, kitten. Say you need my cock right now.”
“I need it…” You were already desperate, leaning forward with your mouth open. “Please,” you cried out, and he mocked you by giving your needy tongue a quick slap with the tip of his cock. It was a cruel, playful sting that made you whimper.
Kyungsoo leaned in close, voice a low threat. “My needy kitten,” he breathed, letting you catch the scent of him. “Just waiting for me to decide when you get to eat.”
Just as suddenly, Kyungsoo relented and slid his cock fully inside your mouth. You immediately started licking his cock, sucking him desperately, curling your tongue around his tip like a frantic, grateful animal.
Kyungsoo let you have that small moment of pleasure, watching your frantic devotion. “Good whore,” he praised, pulling your head back just an inch. “Yes, kitten—do it the way I train you,” he groaned.
His tight voice vibrated in your cunt as he took control again. With a single, firm grip on the back of your hair, Kyungsoo forced you to take him deeper, driving his cock down your throat until your nose was buried against his skin. The deep invasion made you gag, crying, and moaning all at once.
Kyungsoo slammed down on your throat, ignoring your distress. “Swallow,” he commanded, his voice shaking with his own need. “Fuck—look at me, kitten,” he moaned, making you obey. “So fucking pretty.”
Kyungsoo certainly loved seeing you fighting with teary eyes. You tried to hold yourself as his thrusts became brutal and fast, trying to stay upright while your head was anchored to his pelvis. You reached out blindly with your free hands, finding his thighs and gripping his body like a desperate anchor, digging your fingers into his flesh just to keep from collapsing entirely.
Even with the rest of your clothes on, you were so overwhelmed, so far gone, and so close to shattering that you felt totally soaked right through your panties, a messy testament to his absolute power over you.
Kyungsoo moved with a heavy, satisfied sigh against the crown of your head, the movement pushing your face deep into his groin one final, dominating time. Then, he pulled your head up by the anchor of your hair and let you breathe again. You were instantly gasping for air, sobbing, and completely needy, your entire body aching for more of him. But as you tried to catch your breath, he only held your hair and started jerking himself off just inches from your desperate mouth.
Kyungsoo watched your eyes, making sure they were wide with need. “Open up, kitten,” he commanded, his voice a tight, low threat. He made sure your mouth was fully open and your throat was exposed before he slid his cock back inside, pushing it just past your lips.
“You’ll swallow everything,” Kyungsoo grated, his eyes dark with the final rush. “Every single drop, like the good, grateful whore you are.”
You hummed in response. Kyungsoo let out a guttural groan of pure relief, and you were moaning uncontrollably around him. A second later, he cum in a long, shuddering thread of pure arousal, forcing the warm, thick liquid deep onto your tongue. The sudden heat and volume in your mouth made you slightly gag, but you were so far beyond fighting that you managed to receive everything, letting your tongue curl reflexively around the last drops.
“That’s what you’re for, kitten,” he whispered, the exhaustion in his voice the only evidence of his lost control. “All messy and covered in my cum.” His body still shaking, his own heavy moans mixing with your ragged gasps. He pulled you up to face him, his eyes possessive. “So pretty.”
Kyungsoo let go of your hair entirely, allowing your head to fall back against his groin. His body went momentarily slack, and he let his head fall heavily back against the cold metal wall of the elevator. He was gasping, his chest rising and falling, while you tried to recover.
It took him a moment to gather the energy, but Kyungsoo used one trembling hand to gently lift your chin, pulling your face up. He immediately leaned his face down to give you one final, deep, nasty kiss. It was wet and thick, tasting his orgasm in your own lips. Kyungsoo held your face gently with one hand, staring directly into your eyes in the dim amber light.
“I missed this—you,” he confessed, his voice a thick, broken whisper filled with raw longing.
“Me too, Soo.”
“We’re still stuck. Should I eat you out then?”
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