Good Boy | LJY
Lee Jooyeon WC: 1.3k Genre: Smut Summary: A needy Jooyeon learns to use his words when he wants something... Warnings: pet play kind of? ★ submissive!joo x dominant!reader ★ degradation (dumb and pathetic are used) ★ cum eating lowkey ★ no gendered terms used for reader (i think) A/N: HELLO! i still dont know if i wanna properly do kinktober yet (even tho it's already october LOL) but i have THOUGHTS about this photo (and the other teaser pics so everyone buckle up!)
It started as a joke, really. His clinginess, the way he would light up and practically wag whenever he was excited, the way he rubbed himself against you like he was trying to mark you with his scent, the way he relaxed whenever you pet his head... on all levels except physical, he was such a puppy.
Even the way he was currently sitting on the floor between your legs while you watched a movie, leaning against your warm skin, kissing wherever his lips could reach every time there was a steamy scene...
Honestly, it didn't even surprise you when he turned and looked up at you with needy, pleading eyes, shirt gently tucked between his teeth.
"Hm?" You hummed gently, looking down and carding your fingers gently through his hair. He didn't say anything, he just continued to bat his eyelashes at you, his eyes big and brown and bordering on desperate. But you weren't having it.
"Uses your words, pup." You cooed, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your knees, getting closer to him. You were invading his space, your perfume gently wafted into his nostrils. You didn't mean to make him needier by doing that, he was just so dumb that that's how his brain worked (or, didn't work.)
And still, all he did was whine, tugging his shirt with his teeth again. You knew what he wanted, but you were strict in your ways.
"You can do it, baby... be a good boy and use your words." You cooed again, leaning back to give him a fighting chance.
Finally, after a few bratty little huffs from him, he gave you what you wanted. "Need you." Two simple words that held so much weight.
"Need me how?" You continued to coo and tease him. How could you not? He was so precious when he was pent up and needy, all for you.
"Touch me..." He spoke again, letting his shirt fall from his teeth so you could hear him a little more. What a shame for him, though, because you loved to play the long game. You reached your hand out, gently petting his head, the same way you'd done many times before. Soft, casual, easy.
Another whine fell from his lips, that had now turned downwards into a frustrated scowl, matching his furrowed eyebrows. God, he was so fun to tease! You pulled back, letting your hand rest in your lap again.
"'m'needy... need your touch... need you to make me feel good." He finally muttered, his pride in shambles. Yet, it still left the door wide open for you to tease him just a hair's breadth more.
"Is that how we ask for things?" You asked him, a sinister smile curling on your lips as you leaned forward again, this time with much more purpose.
He shook his head, but you didn't move. You simply raised an eyebrow, prompting him to correct his behaviour.
"Please." He mumbled, eyes looking down. If you were honest, you could play this game all night long, tease him until the sun came up. But the part of you that could see his cock straining in his jeans, the tiny wet spot from his leaking pre-cum soaking into the fabric... that part of you knew that you needed to give him a little grace. Only a little though.
You grabbed his chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting his head up, forcing him to look into your eyes. Your resolve almost broke... he looked so pathetic.
"Be a good boy and ask properly. You know how to use your words, don't you?" You spoke, keeping your voice low and sultry.
He nodded as best he could in your grip, albeit loose.
"Please touch me... please make me feel good..." His words came out breathy, like he was panting. He wasn't making much of a case for himself against the puppy allegations. But, fair was fair. He had asked politely, he had used his words.
"That's a good boy." You cooed again, helping him up onto the couch to lay comfortably between your legs. You let him be eager, just this once, discarding his shirt onto the floor somewhere, his jeans and underwear following shortly after. Your poor Jooyeon... his cock was so hard and leaky, throbbing and red.
Once he was nestled between your legs, head laying on your chest, your hands wandered. Just a little more teasing... he could take it, he was a good boy.
You left light scratches up and down his chest, exhaling humourously through your nose every time he bucked his hips up when you brushed over his nipples. You weren't cruel, though. You consistently pressed kisses to his temples, to the top of his head, to his forehead, grounding him. You took your time moving down, scratching at his hips, his stomach, his inner thighs...
And then finally... finally, you gave him what he needed. Your fingers curled around the base of his cock, just holding him for a second. You didn't want to overwhelm him after you'd teased him for so long... that would come another time.
He whined again, bucking up into your fist more pre-cum leaking from his tip. You shushed him, using your free hand to bring him back down.
"I know, baby. Such a good boy." You whispered into his hair, moving your hand up and down his length, slowly at first before developing a steady pace. His whines only grew louder, mixed with moans of your name, pleas, and general sounds of ecstasy. He was so fucking pretty like this.
"Gonna..." He managed to rasp out, as if you couldn't feel the way he throbbed and twitched in your grasp.
"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy and come for me?" You asked, hand continuing its pace. You could have slowed down, edged him for hours on end. But you were feeling kind. Just this once.
He nodded frantically, his breathing the heaviest it had been all night. His moans turned to grunts, as his hips stuttered, each stroke of your hand bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Through every filthy, beautiful sound that fell from his gaped lips, he managed to string together pleas, begging you to let him come. Who were you to say no?
"That's it... that's my good boy." You whispered as you kissed his temple again, your grip tightening just a fraction. His hands grabbed your arm tightly, clinging to you as he grunted and shook, his cum covering your hand.
You could have laughed, kept going. Overstimulated him until he saw spots and stars and didn't remember his own name. But again, he had been so good tonight... there would be plenty of other opportunities for that.
"Good boy, such a good puppy... that's it..." Your voice was an anchor for him, soothing him, bringing him back to reality as the aftershocks ran through him with chills. You gave him one last, long, slow tug, milking the last of his cum from him before gently letting go of him.
And in true puppy fashion, he rolled onto his stomach, nestling into you once again, seeking your warmth and comfort as he came down from his high. What you didn't expect, though, was that after you'd draped a throw blanket over the both of you and had reached for a tissue to clean your hand off, he grabbed you gently, bringing your hand to his mouth. He kept his eyes shut, blissed out from it all, and lapped at the liquid on your hands, cleaning himself off of you. In a way, it made your heart swell with affection. You didn't ask him to do that, he just did it. Such a good boy. Your good boy.