Bang Chan - Service Sub. He’ll do anything to keep you satisfied. will follow your orders. 100% a munch. Loves praise. Definitely starts overthinking that you’re disappointed. Verbal reassurance + warm bath + cuddles. Needs to be told over and over that he did well and that you’re proud of him. Loves lying with his head in your lap while you play with his hair.
Lee Know - Bratty sub. Loves testing your patience. Rolls his eyes mid command to get a rise out of you. Degrade him(but also praise him). Melts when you force him to say sorry and punish him<3. Acts like he doesn’t need special aftercare, but melts if you clean him up and rub his back. Likes when you quietly hold him until he relaxes.
Changbin - Needy princess. Needs 24/7 attention. Gets pouty when you don’t cater to him every waking second. Loves praise, no matter how much you praise him he always gets super shy :(. Wants every ounce of your focus after, just as much as during. Loves when you shower him in praise, cuddle him, and feed him snacks.
Hyunjin - pillow prince. Loves your attention. Lives for long kisses. Melts when you worship his body. Gets so, so whiny when you stop, but gets so shy when you make him beg :( <3 Needs you to kiss all over his face, pet his hair, and worship him even after the scene ends. Loves soft words and constant touch until he drifts off.
Han - “Bratty” sub. He tries to act bratty to get a rise out of you, but quickly turns into mush when you confront him about it. Goes from “make me” to moaning your name in seconds <3. Praise addict. Gets embarrassed about how needy he got, so he loves when you joke with him a little to lighten the mood. Lots of praise, forehead kisses, and cuddles.
Felix - Sweetest sub. He is such an angel. Does whatever you say without hesitation. His ears turn pink at praise(but he also likes to be degraded…!) He definitely is a crier. Oral fixation… Wrap him in blankets, cuddle chest-to-chest, and whisper soft praises until he stops crying. Likes when you rub his back or hold his hand tight so he feels safe. <3
Seungmin - bratty pup sub. Teases and mocks you. He’s so bratty until you make him repeat himself :(. Loves to be called “dumb pup/puppy” and “good boy”(when he listens). Just a little bit of pet play<3 He won’t ask for it, but he loves when you wipe him down, put clothes on him, and hold him close. He gets shy about eye contact, so he likes when you hum or talk softly while petting his hair.
Jeongin - “shy” sub. Starts off really shy, but when you comfort him he tells you everything he wants <3. Covers his face when flustered. Loves getting praised and degraded equally. Needs you to talk him through what happened and tell him he was perfect. Likes when you guide him into comfy pajamas, give him water, and let him curl into you until he falls asleep.
so happy to have matched ur freak, hopefully I succeeded again w/ this one...
making chan wear a vibrating plug as you're out w/ the members. they're all joking around about how "chans such a control-freak, he'd never let anyone else take the reigns". while that is happening you're slowly raising the intensity of the vibrations, making him squirm in his seat until he has to excuse himself and head off to the bathroom... (maybe y/n joins him?) if possible, m!reader?? I'll leave it in ur capable hands 🙏
Railway [NSFW]
Read the sequel here <3
Summary: What started as a passing comment from Jeongin turns into a very, very fun night for you and Chan. Who knew the strong, control freak of a leader would do something so scandalous in front of his members?
Warnings: sub!bangchan, dom!m!reader, swearing, use of toys (chan!receiving), exhibitionism, semi-public sexual activities (single bathroom), fingering (chan!receiving), minho definitely knows what you’re doing
w.c.: 7.3K
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Male reader my beloved!!!!!! Oh I am overjoyed to see you back in my inbox again. I love any excuse to write Chan as a sub, and the idea of messing with the leader in front of all his kids? Making their hyung squirm while he’s still trying to be a good leader?? Playing with him and he knows he shouldn’t be turned on but he is??? I had a lot of fun with this one >:) I hope you enjoy it! If not you’ll just haaave to send in another request…oh no….
It had started as a passing comment from Jeongin.
You had been over at their dorm, hanging out on the couch, when Chan had gotten a call. He’d immediately settled down with his computer afterwards, one headphone in, murmuring quietly to himself as he typed away. Another work thing, you were sure. As he was typing, Jeongin had popped out to say hi, as if sensing Chan was busy and coming to disturb his peace. You smiled and waved at the younger boy, who eagerly waved back as he peered over Chan’s shoulder curiously.
“What are you working on, hyung?” He asked, pressing in closer to Chan.
Chan elbows him gently in the stomach, pushing him away.
“None of your business, Ayen-ah. Let me work in peace.”
He doesn’t even look away from his computer for a second to say it, and Jeongin gives you an incredulous look, like he’s on a sitcom and you’re the camera. You shrug at him, content to hole up on the couch and wait for your boyfriend to be done. The two of you didn’t really have any plans today, and you were happy to just share the space with him today.
Jeongin leans in closer despite Chan’s warning, and Chan huffs, elbowing him a little harder.
“I’m serious Ayen-ah.”
“If it’s work-related, then I should be allowed to know!” He whines, draping himself across Chan’s back, “We work together. Your work is probably going to affect me, don’t I get a say?”
Chan groans, leaning back into Jeongin. “Jeongin, I swear to god-”
“You’re such a control freak,” Jeongin says with a laugh, pushing off of him, “I was messing around with you, but you took me seriously. Hyung, does Channie hyung ever take a break from having a stick up his-yah!”
Chan swats at him before he can finish his sentence, and he sticks his tongue out at him, settling into the couch next to you.
“Hyung, Channie hyung is being mean to me.” Jeongin says with a pout.
“How rude,” you say, pulling the younger boy closer to you dramatically, eyes twinkling, “You’re just trying to help.”
Chan rolls his eyes at your antics, but goes back to typing. You and Jeongin put something quiet on the TV and curl up, Jeongin’s appetite to mess with Chan successfully fulfilled now that he’s got you on his side.
But your brain is still caught up on the comment Jeongin made. It was little, and it probably was already out of his head, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You suppose it makes sense that the other members saw Chan as a control freak, with how in charge he always has to be in front of them. You also suppose that’s why he’s such a good boy for you in bed, because it’s his chance to let go and just not think for a while.
You also suppose you can use this to your advantage.
You wonder how much it would take for him to break in front of his bandmates. How much pressure you would have to put him under to see that leader facade of his crack and shatter, for his friends to catch a glimpse of the Chan you got to see all the time.
You bring it up to him later, once he’s off of his laptop and Jeongin, who had already gotten bored of the show that he put on, wandered back into his room. You’re splayed across the couch, Chan resting between your legs with his head on your chest. He’s a comforting weight on top of you, and you’re watching some movie you’re only half paying attention to. You’ve been fighting a boner since the idea of messing with Chan in front of his members started to swirl in your head, and now, when you have a sleepy Chan resting peacefully on your chest, was not the time to get hard.
It was the time, however, to mess with him just a little bit.
“Hey, jagiya,” you murmur, voice low and thick, “Can I ask you a question?”
“You already did,” he says, making you huff, “Also, just ask it. What are you asking me for?”
“It’s a sex question.”
“Ah. Ask anyways.” He says that, but there’s red tinging his ears already, like he’s flustered that you’re even thinking something like that right now.
“Would you wear a toy out in public?”
His head jumps up, the crown of it almost smacking your chin as he does. He’s giving you a wide-eyed look, completely bewildered, mouth opening and closing uselessly as he blinks up at you. You shoot him a look back, unamused.
“You told me to just ask-”
“I didn’t think it would be like-would be like…that.” He hisses, pink dusting his cheeks. “Why’re you even thinking about something like that??”
“Ayen-ah called you a control freak earlier,” you said, holding eye contact just to watch him fluster more, “It made me think about using a vibrator on you in front of your members and seeing if you could handle it. See how much of a ‘control freak’ you really are.”
“Jagi!” he whisper-yells, face flushed.
He buries his face back into your chest, fists curling into your hoodie to try and ground himself. Unfortunately for him, his crotch is pressed right against your thigh in this position, and you can feel the half-chub he’s already sporting at the way you’re talking to him. He shifts his hips a bit, but it’s not subtle, and his cock twitches against your thigh.
You press your thigh up, flexing it, grinning when he chokes back a whimper into a keen. It’s high and in his throat, and it makes you sliiiiide a hand down his back and squeeze at his ass. You use your grip on him to press him into the meat of your thigh, and he squirms in your grasp, caught between pushing you away and pressing you closer.
“Like the idea?” You tease, laugh rumbling in your chest when his only response is to whine into your neck.
“C’mon, jagi, use your words,” you faux pout, tone just a little mean, “You’re in control, right? My big boy, all in control and humping my thigh like a dog.”
“Stop,” he whines, but his face comes up so that he can glare at you weakly, “‘nd I like it a little too much. It’s risky, we can’t.”
“We can,” you murmur, slowing his movements to just a grind, “You just have to be good for me and keep quiet. I know you can do it.”
He lets out a shaky exhale, body betraying him as he humps into your thigh harder. You ignore the throbbing of your own erection, focusing now on making him come on your thigh. A few whispered praises and a properly timed flex of your thigh has him tipping over the edge, eyes rolling back and mouth parting in the prettiest ‘o’ you’ve ever seen. No sounds escape his mouth, trapped in his throat as his hips twitch weakly against you.
He presses himself back into you, sticky mess leaking through his pants and onto yours.
“Order one.” he says, voice muffled in your neck.
You blink, shifting to try and look at him. “What?”
“The…you know.” he says, eyes averted. It clicks, and you snort, rolling your eyes at him for trying to be discreet when he’s asking you to put a vibrator in his ass in the foreseeable future.
“Let’s get cleaned up, then you can help me choose one, how about that? Sound good, jagi?” You say, shifting the two of you until you’re upright.
“Okay. Okay.” He responds, mostly to himself.
That was three weeks ago. A week and a half ago, the vibrator showed up in a discreet brown box on your door. The one you had chosen was a pink and round, a little string with a ring on the end tailing off of it for easy removal.
“Like a tampon,” you had murmured, earning you a smack to the back of the head and a glare.
It bluetoothed to a tiny remote, equally as pink as its counterpart. The dial had ten options, which you had turned through on your own just to make sure it wasn’t too intense - the thrill of getting caught was what turned Chan on, but actually getting caught would ruin the scene (and his trust in you). It was perfect though, and when the boys had a free slot in their schedule, you had suggested a group dinner.
“Only if I get to tag along, though!” You had said, to which Jisung had informed you it “wouldn’t be a party without you, hyung” (whatever that means).
You and Chan had set up a nonverbal safeword, plus Chan could text you if he needed to slow down, but not desperately. You had stressed to him over and over that this scene was completely in his hands, not yours.
“It’s about your pleasure, sweet thing, not mine,” you reminded him, “We stop at any point and I will still be proud of you. Promise me you’ll use your word or your signal if it gets too much or you’re uncomfortable, okay?”
He had huffed and puffed, complaining about how he’s “not made of glass”, but he conceded that he would let you know how he’s feeling the whole time.
Now it was the afternoon before, and you had Chan naked and spread on your bed, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He’s on his stomach, looking over his shoulder to watch you as you grab the lube and the toy, placing it gently on the bed next to him.
“Still sure about this, jagi?” you ask, reaching a hand to rub circles into his hip, “If you don’t want to-”
“Just put it in me already!” he whines out, head falling forward to be buried in the sheets.
“Been thinkin’ about it all week. C’mon, please? Need it, need you to make me a mess in front of everyone.”
“Yeah?” you say, pleasantly surprised by his eagerness and his open mouth. You file the fact that he wants his other members to know away for a later day - while the idea of exposing him tonight was enticing, this was a scene between the two of you. You had thought about asking him to bring other people in, to show off just how good of a boy he can be to someone else, but you had to keep yourself composed today. Another day, you think, I’ll talk to him about inviting one of them in, just to watch.
For now, you pop open the bottle of lube in your hands, pouring a generous amount into your hand. You swirl it between your fingers to warm it up a bit before tracing Chan’s rim with your pointer finger, coating it in lube. He shivers, body trying to arch towards you. He clenches around nothing, butt flexing as you tease his entrance. When you continue to tease, pressing just the tip of your finger in and nothing more, he whines, long and drawn out.
“I’ve been good, jagi, just-just put it in already! Please?”
You sigh, but comply, slipping your lubed finger easily into his waiting hole.
“I just like to see you beg, jagi, you know that.” You say, curling your finger so that you catch his prostate on the drag out.
He hisses, back arching, and you press a second finger in, scissoring your fingers a bit to make sure he’s ready to take the toy. It’s small - basically a bullet vibrator on a string - but you don’t want this to be uncomfortable for him at all, so you take a little time to make sure he’s stretched just right. You don’t need more than two fingers, the toy too small for much else, and soon you’re reaching for the little pink thing.
You don’t lube it up, instead pressing it in next to your still wet fingers. You’ve coated his walls enough that it slides in with ease, stretching him open so well with your fingers still inside of him. The sound he makes is pathetic, and it makes you want to make him come apart now, use your fingers to press the toy right to his prostate and crank it up slowly until he falls apart all over your sheets.
Unfortunately for both of you, you have a dinner to get to, and he needs to be on edge. You woefully slide your fingers out, a slick pop! ringing out as they pull out of his entrance. He whimpers, hole clenching around nothing, hips pressing once down into the sheets before he catches himself and stops them. His fists flex and unflex, gripping at the sheets to ground himself enough to get up and get ready for dinner. You smack his ass lightly once with your hand not covered in lube, and he glares back at you. You just stick your tongue out, backing off to go wash your hands and get yourself ready, too.
Getting ready goes smoothly, and while you consider for a moment turning the dial to ‘1’ while Chan is changing, you hold back. The longer it sits in him, comfortable and silent, the more he’ll forget about it, which makes cranking the toy up even more fun. You can’t wait to see his face when he’s sitting down next to his friends, trying to act normal, and you slide the dial up.
“You ready?” Chan says, peeking into the room.
You’re changed, though you do have to adjust your loose pants to make sure that your chub isn’t noticeable. The hardest part of this for you was going to be keeping your own body under control while you watch Chan try and keep himself quiet.
“Ready!” you chirp, double-checking that the little pink remote and small bottle of lube are still hiding in your pocket.
The lube was more you being hopeful that Chan would let you fuck him in the car afterwards, when he’s all worked up and whiny and pliant for you. You love when Chan pushes back and fights your control, but you love it even more when he’s broken down, mind and body all yours to play with and make feel good. And anyways, it never hurts to have on you, just in case.
You drive the two of you to the venue in tense silence. The weight of words sit heavy on both of your tongues, so heavy both of you choose to say nothing at all, instead letting the tension brew and fester. You caught him shifting nervously in his seat a couple of times out of the corner of your eyes, throwing glances at you whenever your hand shifted even a little. You know what he’s thinking about, sure the shape of the vibrator is shifting inside of him every time you hit a bump in the road, hopeful eyes pleading for more but too ashamed to ask for it.
The rest of the drive is a blur, and the walk into the restaurant is, too. Chan informed you earlier that they had rented a private booth in the back of the restaurant for privacy, and you let him guide the two of you to a back entrance, where someone is waiting to let the two of you in.
Everyone but Jeongin is there, which is to be expected, because he’s never on time without Chan nagging him out the door. He also says there’s an “art” to being “fashionably late”, so you figure that he’ll pull in 20 minutes late and have to bashfully order after everyone else already has.
You slide in across from Minho, who just gives you a small nod as a greeting and continues to chat with Changbin. Jisung greets you both excitedly, mouth already running a mile a minute. You catch that he’s happy the two of you made it, but everything else is drowned out in the flow of conversation as everyone else greets the two of you. You settle in, and pick through the menu, fingers coming down below the table to squeeze Chan’s thigh once. He stiffens a little, playing it off by reaching for his own menu and trying to talk with Felix, who’s on his left.
You let things roll out for now, watching the tension in Chan’s shoulder melt into something calmer. Your finger circles the dial in your pocket, watching him intently for a moment as he speaks with Felix, but you wait. You’ll have plenty of chances to mess with him later, you remind yourself, settling in to jump into a conversation with Minho.
The server comes to take orders just as Jeongin comes in, trying (and failing) to seem suave as he plops down next to Felix. He flips the menu open and tells them to come to him last, eyes frantically scanning the menu. You stifle a laugh, casually ordering as you peer at Chan next to you. You wait until he starts to order, mouth opening to talk to the server, and you let your hand drift to your pocket and click the dial up, just once.
The restaurant is too loud for you to hear the quiet buzz of the vibrator nestled inside of him, but you can hear the little squeak that he lets out, and you can see the look he sends you. It’s small, unnoticeable if you weren’t watching his face closely, but you, ever observant, have to bite back a smile. You catch Minho furrowing his eyebrows at the way Chan’s voice cracked, but he doesn’t seem to catch on to what’s happening. Only after the server to the next person does Chan kick you under the table, eyes not meeting yours when you glance over. You bite your tongue again, corners of your mouth curling, but don’t give in to him.
You instead click it up one more setting to watch him squirm, thighs tensing under the table as he shifts uncomfortably. The shifting makes the vibrator inside of him shift too, and he lets out a little breathy sound when it does, lower lip catching between his teeth.
Again, you catch Minho’s eyes drifting over across the table, but he doesn’t even look your way, clearly oblivious to why Chan is squirming, just aware that he is acting strange. You peer around Chan to ask Felix a question, dipping into easy conversation with him. Chan, unamused that you’re just leaving him like this, kicks at your ankle again, this time with more force. You drag your hand down his arm and squeeze the meat of his thigh, higher up than you should - a warning. He recognizes this, but you don’t miss the way his eyes narrow in defiance. He doesn’t do anything yet, though, so you leave it for now.
You leave it there for now, just up to the second setting, a low buzz inside of him that you know will be just present enough for him to feel, but not enough for him to actually get off. Even if he were to shift around until the vibe was pressed right to his prostrate, it wouldn’t be enough, not for him to come, anyways. Enough to drag him slowly towards the edge, but not fast enough to ever tip him over it.
Chan’s jaw has been clenching and unclenching since you turned the dial to two, doing everything in his power to keep his body stock still without making the tension in his body obvious. He’s doing a good job of it, too, tension curling in his fists and jaw to keep it from spreading anywhere else. He’s talking to Changbin about some song he’s working on right now, laughing quietly when Changbin whines about not having heard it yet.
“You know how Channie hyung is,” Jisung says, eyes glinting, “Such a control freak. We won’t be hearing that song until he’s heard it so many times he’s sick of it.”
“Hey I’m not-”
He’s cut off by you bumping the buzzing up not one level, but two. The vibrator is now on the fourth setting, teetering on high enough of a level for Chan to let a real moan slip out. Instead, a shiver wracks his body, and his hand shakes as he reaches for his water. He covers whatever sound was clawing at his throat with a cough, choked and clipped, taking a long swig of water. Some of it dribbles down his chin, hands too unsteady to guide the glass properly to his mouth, and you don’t hide your grin this time.
“You okay?” You ask, voice dripping with faux concern.
“Fine,” he hisses, biting the inside of his cheek, “Just took a weird breath. ‘m fine.”
This time, you meet Minho’s eyes across the table, who’s glancing between the two of you curiously. When you make eye contact, you just raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head ever so slightly. He narrows his eyes at you, and he glances at your hands, suspicious, but both of them are above the table now. He huffs, sending you a look, but doesn’t say anything.
Chan’s having trouble, now - body unable to resist rocking into the vibrations. He tries not to, but every once and a while his hips twitch and he presses back ever so slightly, like he’s chasing a feeling. Felix isn’t paying any attention, too focused on the conversation he’s having with Jeongin to look right and see that his hyung is straining in his pants.
It’s obvious now, and he’s lucky he wore dark pants, because you know for a fact that, if you pressed your hand down on the front of his pants, there would be a wet spot there. Chan’s always been leaky, but you can tell from the flush clinging to his cheeks and the sweat beading down the back of his neck that this scenario was turning him on even more than normal.
At some point, his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining over the table. Jeongin and Hyunjin jokingly gag, and Changbin makes a comment about “young love”, to which Seungmin retorts with “old love, actually”, which sends the table into a fit.
A perfect chance for you to click the vibrator up another setting.
Chan lets out a real sound this time, and even though it’s quiet, you know he’s aware of it by the way his eyes scan the table. Once again, ever-observant Minho is already watching him, and when Chan’s eyes meet his, Minho gives him a once over. Like he knows. Chan isn’t sure that Minho actually knows the details of what’s going on, but Minho clearly knows something more than he should. There’s something predatory in his gaze, and it makes Chan feel small, and, embarrassingly, even more turned on than he was before.
You lean over, mouth so close your breath tickles his ear.
“Looks like Minho hyung knows something, hm? You like that? Like that Minho knows you’re being naughty at dinner, right in front of him? In front of everyone?”
Chan has to squeeze himself through his pants, left hand slipping to his front, to keep himself from coming right then and there. The point of this was that he was good, that he wouldn’t get caught, so why was it so hot that someone knew? That someone did see what he was doing?
“You okay, Channie hyung?” Minho’s voice rings out, cutting through the rest of the conversation easily.
Suddenly there’s seven sets of eyes (eight, including yours) on him. There’s varying levels of concern on their faces, some mixed with curiosity. You can’t help it - you click it up one more setting. His mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. You watch his entire body tense as he lets out a shuddering breath, trying to pull himself together enough to speak.
“You don’t look so good,” Minho pushes, rabbit teeth gleaming as he gives Chan a half-smirk, “Are you okay?”
“I-hah-I’m fine,” he responds through clenched teeth, glassy eyes locking with Minho’s, “Just-my stomach’s a little u-upset. Has been all day. But I’m okay!”
His tone is too cheery there at the end, forced and fake, and you watch the way all of his dongsaengs collectively started to retort.
“You’re so flushed, Channie hyung, are you sure you aren’t sick?” Felix says, ever the angel, leaning forward to press the back of his hand to Chan’s forehead.
“Yah! Such a control freak, never let us take care of you,” Changbin huffs, pointing an accusing finger at Chan, “Really on your dongsaengs every once and a while, huh?”
“I’m fine, r-really,” Chan says, and you click the dial up to seven.
He makes a sound that would have been a wail if he hadn’t choked it back, eyes pinching shut and face scrunching up. This immediately makes everyone jump to retort again, and he just lets his head fall to the table, fingers still tangled in your hand squeezing so hard it hurts.
He stays there for a second, head swirling as every movement he makes shifts the vibrator against his sweet spot, forcing him to bite his tongue so hard to hold back his sounds that he’s drawing blood. All he can taste now is the metallic taste of copper on his tongue and desire, so hot and heavy in his body that he feels it everywhere.
“‘m going to the bathroom,” he declares, voice shockingly clear for someone who’s leaking in his pants, “And I’m fine. I’ll be fine, stop worrying.”
He waves a hand at them as he presses out of his chair, turning around quickly so that (hopefully) no one can see the way he’s straining against his fly so hard it looks like it might burst. The lights are low and his pants are dark, so you think you’re probably the only one who sees it. Minho gives you a knowing look, a head motion beckoning you to follow Chan, but you shake your head lightly. Not yet, not when you want to press him further over the edge. Chan, despite his bratty behavior earlier, wouldn’t come without you. He would wait in that bathroom until either you came to join him, or he was able to calm himself down enough to be composed again.
“Do you think he’s okay?” Jeongin says, nervous eyes searching the table.
You’re about to jump in, but Minho beats you to it.
“Like you said Bin-ah, Channie hyung is such a control freak, he just needs to let go for a second and he’ll be fine. He just needs to find some sort of release.”
The two of you never break eye contact as he says it, knowing eyes peering into yours, half-lidded. There’s something glinting in his eyes that you just can’t place, but you let it go, faking concern.
“Well if he takes too long in there I’ll go check on him,” you huff, pretending to be worried, “He said the same thing earlier, too, when I asked if we should cancel on you guys. Always some nonsense about being ‘fine’ and how I ‘shouldn’t worry.’”
You reach into your pocket again and click the setting down one, settling it back to the sixth level. You can picture the way that Chan probably moaned in despair. While he knows better than to come without you, you also know that he can’t help but push the boundaries. If you know anything about him, and you reckon you do, he’s probably got a finger or two stuffed in his hole with the bullet, and one hand wrapped around his leaking cock.
Conversation starts to flow again, though it’s tentative, and you keep checking your phone. For a text, for a call, for something that indicates that Chan either wants your help right now or that he wants to call this off. You’ll give him ten more minutes before you go to “check” on him, so for now, you play the role of a concerned partner.
You’re asking Felix about his latest modelling project when a text comes. Your phone buzzes on your lap, and you ignore it to let Felix keep talking. Only once Felix has turned the talking back over to you do you flip your phone over, checking the messages. It’s from Chan, and it’s just a photo attachment, nothing else. No caption, no warning. You know exactly what it’s going to be, and you’re careful to angle your phone just right when you respond.
There he is, pants pulled down around his knees, in a single bathroom. You realize with glee that the bathrooms here must be singles, which means you won’t have to be confined to the handicap stall in a dingy restaurant bathroom, trying to be quiet with other people in the room. This makes the risk reasonable, reasonable enough that you might actually help him out when you get to the bathroom.
You let yourself drag your eyes over him for a little longer. It’s a mirror shot, and he’s using one hand to take the photo, while the other hand is slipped around his back. And while you can’t actually see what he’s doing, the way his back is subtly arched forward is enough for you to know he’s probably got his fingers buried inside of himself, right there in the public bathroom. His cock is red, angry and wet with his own precum. It glistens in the fluorescent light of the bathroom, and it makes your mouth water.
You control your breathing, evening your face out to be neutral again. If you do get up to anything in the bathroom, it has to be quick - the others are likely already a little suspicious, and Minho is more than aware of what’s happening. You wouldn’t put it beyond him to tip everyone else off on what’s happening. The clock on your phone tells you that you have two more minutes left to hit that ten minute mark, so you leave him on read. You want him to know that you’ve seen it, but didn’t even deign him with a response. You know that it’ll mess with him to be ignored like that, but it will also push him towards willing submission. He’s going to be beyond desperate when you do finally mosey to the bathroom, ready to bend to your whim just to come already. You can feel your own cock stirring in your pants, and you’re endlessly grateful once again to the low light and the foresight of wearing dark pants.
“Should I go check on him…?” You say, tilting your head at Felix like you’re not already decided. “He’s taking a while…”
“He’s probably just taking a shit,” Jisung says matter-of-factly, and continues when Minho elbows him sharply, “B-but it probably wouldn’t hurt!”
“Want me to come with you?” Minho says, sharp eyes digging into yours, “If he is sick, you might want an extra hand.”
“I’ll text you if I need help getting him to the car or something,” you respond, heat crawling up your neck, “Hopefully he’s just…‘taking a shit’, as Sungie so crassly put it.”
“Yah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-”
Minho shushes him, rolling his eyes, but he keeps a keen eye on you as you step away from the table, pupils expanding when you throw him a wink over your shoulder. Two can play the teasing game, and you sure as shit aren’t going to lose to Minho.
You actually have no idea where the bathroom is, and after an embarrassing lap around the restaurant, you have to flag down a member of the staff to direct you there. There’s a set of three single restrooms around a back corner, far secluded from the restaurant, and lucky you, only one of them is occupied. You approach it and rap on the door sharply, three short knocks, just to hear the way Chan’s breath catches through the door.
“Everything okay in there, sir?” you say, voice dripping with mirth, “You’ve been in there quite a while. Was something unsatisfactory with our service?”
The door flies open and you’re dragged in by the collar of your shirt before you realize what’s happening. The door slams shut behind you as Chan presses you to it desperately, hand fumbling behind you to click the lock shut as he seals your mouths together. His tongue is pressing into your mouth the second your lips touch, hot and messy, and he’s fumbling with the buttons of your shirt as he kisses you. You let him get the first two before you’re grabbing his wrist, using your grip on him as leverage to flip the two of you around, caging him against the door.
“Needy baby,” you coo, letting your eyes drag down him, “Couldn’t even wait for me to help?”
“You took so long,” he whines, lips tugging into a pout, “I couldn’t help it!”
“I couldn’t leave right away, jagi, it would’ve been suspicious,” you murmur, breath hot against his neck as you lean down to nip at it, “Minho already knows what a slut you’re being. Thought you were supposed to be in control, what happened?”
He keens, a little too loud for your liking, hips bucking up towards you, searching for friction. You slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his sounds, listening for sounds outside the door. When there’s nothing you relax, pulling your hand away.
“God, it’s like you want the whole restaurant to know what we’re doing,” you sneer, “First your dongsaengs, now this? Come here.”
He wants to protest, tell you that he’s not a slut, but you’re dragging him away from the door and towards the sink, spinning him so that his hands are gripping at the cool porcelain and his back is arched towards you. You’re pressed behind him, and he can feel the swell of you against his ass, making him whimper as he presses back against it. You hiss, then grab his hair, yanking his head back so that he can see himself in the mirror.
He looks debauched, hair tousled and lips swollen. He’s drooling, and there’s tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His eyes find yours in the reflection, and the hunger in your gaze paired with the vibrator, still buzzing incessantly inside of him, is almost enough to make him come. He swears, head falling forward as his hips buck down, body wound tight as he does everything in his power to hold back. You haven’t given him permission, after all.
You press three of your fingers against his lips, and they part without question, tongue swirling around your digits messily. He coats them in spit, already knowing what you need them for.
“Good job.” You say, pulling your fingers from his mouth once you find that they’re sufficiently slick.
Your wet fingers come to press to his waiting hole, and your other hand untangles from his hair to press at the remote in your pocket, turning the dial down to the fourth setting. You don’t want him coming just yet, though the choked, sad sound he makes at the loss is almost enough for you to fold and give him what he wants.
Instead you press two of your fingers in without warning, curling them, searching for the little pink bullet nestled inside of him. He moans, loud and unabashed, the sound echoing through the space. His eyes widen as he brings a shaky hand to his mouth, teeth sinking into the skin to try and stop the sounds. It doesn’t stop the little breaths and whimpers from escaping, and when your fingers do brush the bullet inside of him? He reacts as if he’s been shocked, his whole body jolting and eyes rolling back into his skull.
You search for it again, long fingers scissoring and curling, a third finger slipping in when you’re sure he’s stretched enough to take it.
“That’s it, jagi, taking my fingers so well,” you say, voice sickly sweet compared to your ministrations, “So good for me. Are you going to come around my fingers? Make a mess all over the sink?”
He nods frantically, wide eyes searching for yours again in the mirror. He tries to say something through his fist, but it’s muffled, and you slow your movements down, loving the way that the loss of stimulation makes him wail. It’s a little too loud, but you let it slip this time.
“What’s wrong, jagi? Use your words.” You’re so mean about it, fingers coming to press as the vibe inside of him right as he opens his mouth to speak.
It makes him choke on his words, and even on the fourth setting, the pressure that you’re applying to the bullet is pressing it against his prostate so hard it has him seeing stars.
“Wanna-hnngh, fuck! Wanna come ‘round your-hck! come ‘round your cock,” he whines out, tears finally slipping out of his shiny eyes, “Wanna feel you, please? Please please please, wanna-ooooh-wanna, wanna-”
You cut him off by slapping a hand over his mouth. As much as you love the sweet sounds he’s making, you’re still in public, and you’ve been gone for far too long now to fuck into him like he wants. The erection straining in your pants is pleading for attention, but that’s not what tonight is about. You take a deep breath, and keep curling your fingers slowly, keeping him on that edge.
You pull your hand away from his mouth once you know he’s not going to make any more loud sounds, his breathing getting less shaky. You reach your now free hand into your pocket for the remote, and click it up once, to the fifth setting.
“Give me your hand.” You say, and he reaches a shaky hand back.
You place the little pink remote in his hand, guiding his thumb to rest on the dial. He blinks back at you, surprised, but you have a wicked look on your face, your smile all teeth.
“You’re in control, right? We don’t have time for you to come on my cock, jagi, so be a good boy and crank that toy up for me, won’t you? Oh, and don’t drop the remote - drop it, and you won’t come until we’re home.”
He bites his tongue, another moan threatening to tear its way out of his throat. He knows you’re teasing him, playing with the power that you hold over him, but the idea of being good is enough for him to nod, hand clenching tight around the remote.
Your fingers pick up their pace, thrusting into his sharp and quick. Your hand, now free, comes to cup his mouth again, cutting his sounds off into your skin. He presses into the touch, barely able to keep himself up as his legs shake. His thumb slips on the dial and he tries to steady himself, and suddenly the vibrator is on seven. And oh. Oh. He’s not even sure where he is anymore, his body fully succumbing to the burning pleasure coursing through his veins.
He can faintly hear you in the background noise telling him to be quiet, to be good, and he tries. Really, he tries. He thinks that he’s not making any sound, and he hopes it’s true, but all he can hear right now is static in his ears. He can vaguely feel the hot streaks of tears pouring down his face, and the way your hand squeezes at his jaw when they trickle down your fingers.
And then his thumb slips again. And shit, he’s seeing stars.
Because if his vision was whiting out, he could look down, and see that he had just set the buzzing to the highest level, ten. But the second the vibrations pick up, your fingers are finding the bullet and pressing it right to his prostate. And you don’t thrust your fingers anymore, you don’t even breathe - you keep the bullet there, pressed against his most sensitive thought, until he’s babbling under your hand and coming.
And oh, it’s so much. He’s spraying his come across the porcelain, hips bucking forward to try and escape the overwhelming feeling of the vibrations. He feels it everywhere, like a livewire connecting his prostate to his brain, and his orgasm keeps going, and going. It’s obscene how much he comes, and you use the hand that’s covering his mouth to tilt his head so that he’s looking at himself in the mirror, watching himself fall apart. He bites your hand, hard, face flushed with the exertion of coming but also with something akin to embarrassment, but you don’t relent. You wince at the sting, but let him ride out his high.
When it starts to hurt and you can see it on his face, you pull out of him, sticky fingers coming to crank the dial down to zero. He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, body slumping forward so that his forehead is pressed against the cool glass of the mirror in front of him.
Everything after that is a blur of you guiding him back together, wiping him down and helping him back into his clothes. You fuss with his hair and his collar the most, though you don’t think you can fix the way his collar is just slighted mussed now, crooked in a way that screams what the two of you just did. You sigh, taking a quick look at yourself in the mirror, and hope to god that your erection brings itself down by the time you make it back to the table, because you certainly don’t have the time to take care of it now.
You guide him back to the table, fingers interlaced, two full grown people stepping out of the same bathroom and trying not to be embarrassed about it. You decided to leave the vibrator in him, although you don’t think you’ll be turning it back on again until you’re at home (if at all - Chan might not be able to come again tonight after that release).
When you sit back down, hair pressed back neatly and the only evidence of your bathroom escapade the flush of Chan’s cheeks and the slight crook of his collar, you grin apologetically.
“Jisung-ah, I owe you an apology,” you say as you sit down, “You were 100% right. I had to wait outside the door for him.”
The table erupts in laughter, and Chan shoots you a confused (but grateful) look. His dongsaengs start poking fun at him for a joke he wasn’t even present for, and he plays up his confusion, much to their delight. As this happens, your phone buzzes twice in your pocket, and you glance down to read it.
From: Minho [18:23]
>Looks like the two of you had fun.
>You’ll let me watch next time, won’t you? It’s the least I deserve for keeping your secret.
You raise a challenging eyebrow at him across the table, and he just grins back, eyes heavy and lidded. He mouths “please?” and gives you his best pout, dramatic and fake. You just smirk back, knowing that he’s teasing, that he doesn’t actually mean it, but you can tell from the way Chan flushed earlier that he probably wouldn’t actually mind Minho being there to watch.
“Sure” is all you mouth back, loving the way that ever-composed Minho flushes and blinks back at you, eyes wide.
You message him, eyes lidded, corner of your lower lip catching in your teeth.
>Only if you’ll be good for me.
It’s going to be a long, long night.
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Pretty moans echoed off the studio walls as he rode you, arms wrapped around your neck and hips rolling in the most pleasurable way. The recording device was on, capturing every sound that slipped past his lips—every moan, every whimper, every sharp breath.
"I just…I don't want it to sound unnatural," he said, scratching the back of his neck. He needed moans for his song, and it was you who he came to for help. And who were you to refuse your dear leader?
Your lips latched onto his pecs, tongue gliding over the underside and sucking on his soft skin. "F-Fuck…a-ah!" A high-pitched moan escaped his throat as you thrust your hips upward. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, lips melting into a soft, sensual kiss. His moans got whinier, more desperate as he neared his release, eyes rolling back and his pretty lips quivering. You licked up his neck, sucking below his ear. You knew all his spots. He clenched around you, lips parting with a moan into the kiss. You pulled back so the mic could capture the sound. You were kissing and marking up his collarbones as he came undone, spilling over his and your stomach. His moans turned into soft, shaky breaths as he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.
"Maybe I should make more songs like this," he laughed breathlessly into your skin.
-you're both in bed, he's curled up on your chest with your hand running through his hair when you casually bring it up
-"what would you think about a vibrator baby?" "huh? like-like for you or?" "no babe, for you, one that I'd get to use on you" "o-oh, yeah I'd like that... I'd really like that actually"
-the vibrator is quickly purchased and arrives just as fast with you spending too much on next day delivery and you jumping him the second you unbox and clean it
-now although you have a tame but experimental sex life it doesn't mean he isn't a blushing mess when you're getting ready for it
-you make your way to your shared bedroom and find him curled up in bed on his phone, quickly u make your way over and slowly straddle him taking his phone and throwing it to the side, praying you didn't break it
-"What are you up to?" he chuckles, his hands finding your waist as you plant featherlight kisses to his neck, trailing slowly over his pulse point your lips find the now bright red shall of his ear "You ready for me to ruin you baby?"
-it doesn't take long for you to strip him of his shorts and boxers and slide in between his strong muscly thighs planting kisses and gentle bites as you start teasing him
-with one hand trailing over his stomach feeling it rise and fall with each deep breath he takes as you avoid touching him where he needs it most. Your other hand circles around his now dripping cock refusing to touch him and you can't help but smile at how desperate he's becoming from light teasing
-"What is it baby? Am I not touching you good enough? Or do you need me to touch you somewhere else?" your voice is innocent but you have the most devious smirk on your face watching as his breath hitches when your fingers trail over his red leaking tip before pulling away, he throws his head back whining as you refuse to touch him where he needs it most "Please! Please ple-ahh! Fuck, touch me baby please I've been so good". You cant help but give in to him, you were always bad at teasing and punishments cause you always caved at his pleading. "Alright baby, since you've been so good for me" but instead of touching him with your hand you quickly pull the vibrator out from the pocket of your shorts and press it against the leaking tip of his aching cock.
-his reaction is instant, he lets out a loud cry as his eyes roll back and his head drops to the bed, his back arches high off the bed, his hand suddenly shooting out to grip your hair causing you to groan "Gentle baby" you hand comes up to his wrist pulling his hand to adjust his grip on your hair "Sorry, sorry mummy ah fuck! Don't stop, please I'm begging you, I'm so close!" his thighs are twitching as they fight to not slam shut around your head, you continue to place kisses to his thighs muttering sweet nothings as your hand work on his cock, you bring the vibrator from his drooling tip all the way down to the base whilst your free hand takes the previous position of the vibrator, your fingers painstakingly gentle circle his tip, scooping his cum up and using it to slicken his cock stroking him oh so slowly
-" You've been such a good boy for me baby, I think you deserve to cum don't you?" your voice is sugary sweet as you watch your boyfriend fall apart in front of you, he lets out a long groan his hand coming up to grip the pillows as he rolls his hips into the feeling of your warm hand stroking his cock and the cruel feeling of the vibrator against the base of his cock "Yes! Please I've been so good mummy can I? Please, I'm so close, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonn-ahh!" suddenly he can't hold it anymore and he lets out silent scream, his head dropping into the pillows and his back arching as pearly white streams of cum shoot out of his pulsing red cock onto his heaving stomach.
-You coo at his blissed out state and slowly ease of his cock, leaning over to grab the wipes by the side of your bed and gently begin to clean him up. Knowing he would be too tired for a bath or to get up for you to change the sheets you crawl back into bed gently pulling him into your hold as he rolls over to bury his face into your chest. Your hand slides up his warm back rubbing the soft skin and your other hand finds its way to his hair "You feeling ok baby? was it too much?" Your lips press into his soft hair as you hold him close "No it wasn't, it was perfect mummy, I feel great just a little floaty" he nuzzles more into your chest letting out a long sigh of content. "Get some sleep baby I'll be right here when you wake up" he nods, already half asleep.
-biggest brat and you know it, you were away for a week and told him he couldn't touch himself so imagine your shock when you walk into your bedroom and find him sprawled across the bed his face flushed, pink raw bitten lips pulled into a defiant smile as he lazy strokes his cock, his soft stomach already covered in cum "Welcome home honey"
-famous last words honestly, you say nothing and make your way to your wardrobe grabbing a small little box before making your way to the bed planting yourself in between his thick thighs spreading them open you bat his hand away ignoring his confused yet curious gaze on the box
-you hold his cock in you hand slowly pumping him locking eyes with him "What was the one thing I told you not to do kitten?" your tone is flat and your face is neutral but the pulsing of arousal in you is anything but subtle. Minho tries to laugh giving you a half hearted smirk as your hand starts to pick up its pace on his already overstimulated cock "I don't know w-what you mean?" his chest rises and falls more quickly as he feels himself getting closer to the edge, but your not giving him what he wants so easily, your hand quickly pulls away and rests on his stomach stroking the soft skin gently.
-He lets out a pained yell, his head dropping his head to the plush pillows his chest heaving "You're mean" he mumbles pitifully his head lifting to meet your gaze, his eyes glossy but narrow in petty defiance, you smirk and stroke his thighs soothingly "You didn't think I'd give you what you want so easily now did you baby?" Your hand returns to his cock stroking painfully slowly, occasionally stopping before starting up again, but this time you grab the box you brought and remove the mystery item keeping it hidden from his view
-he's too distracted to notice you messing with the box, his mind is more occupied with the fact that he was three orgasm deep before you arrived and now your edging him to the brink of a fourth but keeping it just out of reach "Yah come on, I'm sorry is that what yo-ah y-you wanna hear?" his voice is trembling slightly as he tries to keep up his bratty attitude but its slowly crumbling the more you tease him
-You slow your hand down until it stops and give him a sickly sweet smile "Now was that so hard kitten? But unfortunately it's too late so I'm still gonna need to punish you, which I'm sure you'll end up enjoying" suddenly you bring the small baby blue vibrator into view, holding it above his cock you still and look into his eyes "Now do you wanna try that apology again or are you gonna still be a little brat huh?"
-Minho's eyes widen at the object and his breath hitches as he realises what in store for him, but he's not giving in yet, a shaky smirk appears on his lips and he scoffs "You think that will make a difference? Yo-you think that'll doing anything?" his voice is wavering, small whines of pleasure escaping him and you can't help but smile
-"Let's see then baby, if you're so confident" you bring the vibrator down directly onto his tip pressing firmly on the red angry looking tip, your free hand grazing the shaft briefly before settling on his balls, cupping and squeezing them gently, his legs instantly go to slam shut around you, but you force them down with you elbows. The sensation is overpowering, punching the air out of his lungs his eyes roll back instantly, his mouth falling open open "Fuck! hah ah! Is that the best y-you've got, ugh!" his head rolls to the side as he stares down at you with hazy, half lidded eyes
-You chuckle and kiss his thighs, bringing the vibrator down to his balls pressing down gently you move it in small circles before returning it to his throbbing cock, stroking it lazily over the shaft you watch closely sensing him getting close as his eyes close and his back starts to arch you quickly lift the vibrator and your hand off his cock, earning a high pitched whine from him
-you smile trailing your lip down his trembling thigh you teasingly bite the plush skin of his inner thigh "Oh poor baby, were you close? Oh I'm sorry baby" you taunt your hand returning to his cock rubbing your thumb over his head pressing down on the dripping tip forces his back to arch and his hand shoot up to the pillows he's buried his head in "Ah! Don't stop please, I'm sorry, I'll never break your rules again, jus-ah! j-just please let me come, I'll be good for you!" his voice breaks into a desperate whine as he tries to shift closer to your touch
-You decide to pity him and bring the vibrator back to his cock pressing it against his tip whilst your hand pumps his shaft quickly not letting him getting used to he feeling, he's brought to edge quickly, his red drooling cock twitching with overstimulation, so sensitive his body is trying to roll away from your actions, you pull him back into position cooing at him "Come on baby, you're doing so well for me, look at your pretty cock all red and heavy, you're so desperate to cum aren't you kitten?"
-And that's all it took to send him over the edge, a pained yell escaping him as he throws his head back and he cums all over your hand and vibrator his cock spent and twitching in your hold, you give it a few more strokes only stopping when he whines and tries to pull your hand away. You stop, quickly cleaning him up and slipping into bed with him, you hold him from behind peppering kisses across his shoulder and neck telling him quiet praises as your had comes to rest on his stomach stroking softly, you continue to praise him until he falls into a blissful sleep
-It wasn't a great day for Changbin as he was feeling a bit insecure about his looks due to reading some mean comments so as his loving partner you swoop in to quickly take his mind off it and reassure him
-which is how you find yourself sat on the couch, a mirror propped in front of you both, with Changbin sat in between your legs, his back to your chest and head dropped against your shoulder as you trail your new vibrator across his pecs, circling his nipples u pepper kisses across his neck, sucking and nipping at the warm tan skin leaving faint red marks
-you lift your head up watching the two of you from the mirror you bring your free hand to his jaw cupping it softly but securely, you lift his head to watch his reflection in the mirror "Look at yourself for me Binnie, look at how handsome you are, how strong and beautiful you are" you voice is soft as you whisper in his ear, words only meant for him to hear and no one else, he lets out a whine his eyes taking a second to meet your own in the mirror before falling to your hand circling his pecs with the vibrator, when you focus on his flushed nipples he has to rest his head in your hand to prevent it from falling down
-"You feeling good sweet boy?" he lets out a whine, nodding he arches into your touch, leaning into the feeling of the vibrator, "Uh huh, it feels so-ah! so good, please don't stop" you nod kissing his flushed round cheek before bringing your other hand down to his stomach just holding him, you feel him inhale deeply at the action but after a couple seconds he slowly exhales leaning his full weight against you. Your hand continues lower slipping into his boxers slowly stroking his hard dripping cock
-he lets out a groan his eyes falling shut "No baby, open those pretty eyes for me hun" your voice is kind as you speak, this entire moment meant to be gentle and reassuring, his eyes flutter open and he turns his face to you silently asking for a kiss, you don't hesitate to give it to him, your lips locking onto his soft bitten ones, your lips move perfectly in sync, your tongue finding its way into his hot mouth, pulling a whine out of him.
-you pull away to return to the task at hand and your hand on his cock picks up motion again "Now baby do you believe me when I tell you are beautiful, strong and perfect the way you are?" he nods letting out a stuttering groan ass his eyes lock with ours in the mirror "Words Binnie" his eyes flutter closed for a second but a quick squeeze of his cock makes them snap open "Yes! I do, BInnie's so strong and handsome, ah! Fuck! I believe you, can I cum please baby!"
-And who were you to deny your sweet boy that, you nod kissing at his neck and speeding your hand up, causing him to let out the most beautiful moans but only when you bring the vibrator back to his nipples does he gasp loudly, his head falling back onto your shoulder and you feel the warm cum coat your hand still tucked into his boxers
-You slow your hand down and turn the vibrator off holding him more securely in your embrace, you shuffle back further onto the couch grabbing a spare blanket and throwing it over the two of you. You hold him as close as possible muttering sweet nothings in his ear causing him to let out bashful little chuckles and jokingly smack your chest as you both relax in the soft afterglow
-he'd been feeling needy all day, waiting for you to have your way with him but you are busy with work so he had to find a way to entertain himself without you. Which is how he finds the pretty little box tucked away in your bedside drawer and Hyunjin is very nosy
-so he settles himself on your shared bed a light flush already dusting his cheeks and he slips his hand into his sweats slowly stroking himself at a teasing pace, with his other hand he holds the vibrator testing the settings by turning it on and off before slowly slipping it under his sweats with his other hand placing it on the base of his cock
-a gasp rips out of him and his eyes close at the feeling of the small but powerful vibrator against his sensitive tip, his free hand travelling away from his throbbing cock to the flat expanse of his toned stomach, his fingers moving in light circles before continuing further up under his jumper to his pecs giving them a teasing squeeze he lets out a moan his head tilting back, his fingers trail to his perky nipples his fingers every so lightly circle them before giving them a teasing tug
-he's fully lost in his trance, the vibrator lazily stroking up and down his cock, occasionally venturing to his balls and his free hand alternating from teasing and tugging his nipples to gently gripping long smooth neck making his eyes roll back in his head, letting out needy gasps and whines
-soon enough he feels his orgasm approaching, his legs twitching and clenching shut around his hand as the vibrator continues to feel like too much but not enough, his face is flushed and slightly sweaty as he bites his lips trying to hold in his pretty noises but failing miserably, his hand moves from his neck back to his chest, his nails dragging the sensitive buds when he suddenly feels an extra hand grip his neck
-his eyes snap open only to see your face inches above him biting your own lip you lean down to his ear "Don't you dare stop" your voice is hoarse and low, your lips find his jaw trailing soft kisses to the skin as your grip on his neck tightens he lets out a loud gasp followed by a broken moan "Ah! fuck, I'm cumming!" his head drops and his back arches off the bed, his legs slamming shut and he releases
-his body twitches in the aftershock and his head rolls round to meet your eyes, he looks up at you with glossy doe eyes biting his lip "Am I in trouble?" he asks innocently but the teasing glint in his eyes tells you everything. You smirk pressing a soft kiss to his plump pouty lips "You have no idea"
-He feels his heart flutter and his legs clench, he can't help letting out a moan as you bite his lip, your hand tailing down to his crotch grabbing the vibrator turning it back on you press it back onto the tip of his sensitive cock causing him to gasp and clutch your arm his head turning into your neck. You don't slow down, in fact you turn the vibrator up a setting and with your free hand you pull up his jumper your lips latching to his chest, nipping and sucking his already sensitive nipples
-already overstimulated Hyunjin lets out a whine his back arching and before he knows it he's cumming again, his hand shooting out to grab any part of you he can reach, which is the back of your head, you trail your lips up his chest to his neck sucking faint hickies on the flushed skin before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. You keep the vibrator on his cock only stopping when he's whining and gripping your wrist. "Enough, please it's t-too much please!" he whines against your lips and you only smirk planting a peck to his nose "Oh Jinnie we've only begun"
-You had been in your office at home working all day and Jisung was not happy, it was one of the first days this month that had no work and got to spend his entire day with you and you are working? Unbelievable.
-So he takes matters into his own hands and grabs the new toy that you had bought together but never got the chance to use and promptly makes his way to your office, opening the door slowly he peers in watching your frame as you are focused typing away on your laptop, though you hear the door open you don't turn around "You need something Sungie?" you stop typing and raise your arms over your head stretching when you see him come into your view
-Jisung stands in front of you and adjusts your chair so he stands in between your legs, giving you a long look he suddenly climbs into your lap, somehow straddling you in your old and way too small office chair
-Your quick to grab his hips pulling close so he won't fall when you notice his bugle tenting his sweatpants, you raise an eyebrow and look up at him "Can I help you sweetheart?" you stroke his hips and thighs gazing up at him fondly when he takes a deep breath and pulls out the vibrator holding it in front of you "If you don't make me cum soon I'm gonna lose it" Although he's trying his best to demand this of you he can't the whiny tone in his voice as he speaks
-You have been working for too long and decide to treat yourself and him by giving him exactly what he wants, you pull him into a deep kiss your lips moving together perfectly as your hand slips into his sweats causing him to lift his hips up enough for you to expose his leaking cock flushed red at the tip, before planting himself firmly back in your lap grinding into your touch
-you plan to make his wish come true and start pumping his cock quickly, your lips moving to his neck and down to his collarbone nipping and kissing the sensitive skin gently. He sighs in relief letting out breathy whimpers as you don't ease up on his neck or cock, his head drops to your shoulder and you are quick to take the vibrator out of his hold and slip it under his top trailing it across the soft skin of his chest before grazing it down his stomach and finally the base of his cock
-this causes his whines to pick up and turn into loud moans, his hips rutting into your lap more desperately as he wraps his arms around your neck holding you close. You press the vibrator to the tip of his cock and your other hand moves to his hip squeezing the plush skin before venturing to the swell of his ass giving it a teasing slap feeling it jiggle in your hold you can't help but chuckle "So pretty baby, such cute noises and you're behaving so well for me aren't you sweetheart?" you pull your lips away from his now sensitive neck and pepper kisses to his plush cheek causing him to whine at the loss of attention to his neck
-"Stop it, you're gonna make me blush, it's embarrassing, please don't stop, fuck it feels so good" when you bring your hand back to his cock and start pumping quickly he lets out a gasp throwing his head back grinding more frantically chasing his orgasm, you clutch the vibrator between three fingers and grip his cock pumping him quickly your now free hand gripping his waist guiding him as he thrusts into your hand
-he's basically riding you at this point his head thrown back and hands gripping the arms of your chair as you guide him up and down on your lap "Fuck Jisungie, you're doing so good for me baby, riding me so well baby" your words come out in a groan as he bounces in your lap desperately, "Ah! I'm so close oh fuck! I need more please!" feeling him getting close you move the vibrator to press firmly against his tip and your free hand reaches up tugging his hair causing his head to fall back and all of a sudden he lets out a shout tensing up in your lap when white ribbons of cum shoot out of his red twitching cock
-you remove the vibrator and let him come down from his high before wrapping your arms around his waist causing him to hunch forward and burrow his head into your shoulder letting out gentle pants against the skin of your neck
-"You did so well baby, such a good boy for me Sungie, you feeling ok?" you rub his back and stroke his hair, placing soft kisses to his cheek and temple "I feel amazing, just a little...spaced out I guess?" he mumbles into your neck nuzzling further into your neck placing his own kisses to your neck, you smile and nod "That's ok baby, you're just coming down from your high, I suppose you want to go sleep now don't you baby?" you feel him nod and somehow muster the strength to pick him up and carry him to bed where you both promptly take a nap
-Surprisingly Felix was the one to bring it up, you were laying in bed when he walks in with his hands behind his back and a bright flush on his cheeks and he nervously approaches you, you put your phone down to give him your full attention "What are you up to baby?" smiling you hold your hand out for him to hold as he gets onto the bed with you, he smiles bashfully and looks everywhere but your eyes "I may have bought something for us to use, well more for you to use on me" he shuffles closer to you still sitting up right he presents the item that was hidden behind his back, it was a smooth sleek baby pink bullet vibrator
-your eyes widen and you look up at him already feeling heat surge in your stomach at the idea of it, you adjust yourself so you're propped up against the large fluffy pillows and you bring your hand to his smooth thigh stroking the skin softly "What were you thinking angel? Want me to tease you with it until you're begging for me to let you cum?"
-his face flushes and his thighs rub together as he covers his face in embarrassment, but he nods and hands it to you. Not long after you are still propped up against the headboard with Felix laying back against your chest, his shorts and boxers gone he's only in your hoodie now as he moans into your neck gripping your wrist when you tease the tip of his pretty pink cock.
-Your free hand holds his waist gently stroking the soft skin before slipping under the hoodie and rubbing slow circles onto his stomach feeling it rise and fall against your touch "You're so good for me Lixie, such a good boy for me baby" your lips nibble his ear cooing at the flushed tips of the freckled ear, your other hand is trailing the vibrator up and down his cock causing it to twitch and bob at your actions
-he lets out the most pretty moans and whines as you move the vibrator his head tucked into your neck "I'm your good boy, aren't I? I-ah! Shit, I'm so good, uh! It feels so g-good!" His legs tremble against yours as he fights to keep them open for you, his chest heaving as your hand slides up to his pecs circling his dusty pink nipples in slow teasing circles, his chest arches into your touch and his eyes roll back at the constant stimulation high pitched whines escaping his lips as his head falls against your shoulder
-you drag the vibrator lower circling it around his balls a couple times before risking to move it lower now circling him rim, his reaction is overwhelming, his back arches off your chest and his jaw drops as a gasp is punched out of him, his hands tightening his grip on your wrist to an almost painful level but you don't stop, you continue circling his rim pressing gently but never entering
-you whisper sweetly into his ear peppering kisses to his jaw and neck, your hand slides back down from his chest to his leaking red cock and start stroking him quickly suddenly jolting him out of his calm blissed state, his head snapping up to look down at your hand stroking quickly and your hand with the vibrator now circling his tip
-"You've been such a good boy baby, you wanna cum for me sweetheart? You're so pretty for me, so good for me" you pepper kisses to his freckled shoulder his body tensing as he feels his release creeping closer "Ah! Yes! I wanna cum mummy, please I'm so close, it feels so good!" his voice is whiny and suddenly he gasps and his head falls back his eyes screwed shut as he cums hard shooting up onto his stomach
-when his orgasm stops you teasingly stroke the vibrator around his tip but pull it away quickly when he whines and curls into your neck, you wipe him down and hand him a glass of water making sure he drinks at least half of the glass before pulling up the covers and holding him close his head tucked into your chest and your arms wrapped around his back stroking softly ad he slips into a peaceful sleep
-you're both curled up on the couch not paying attention to the movie playing in the background as your hand slips under the blanket at first just resting on his thigh before slowly making its way to his growing bugle, you turn your head to whisper into his ear "Do you wanna try the new toy we bought baby? I wanna make you feel good" Your free hand rubs his shoulder soothingly your hand coming up to the back of his neck to tease and stroke his ear.
-you feel him shiver at your touches and he nods pretending to act calm and collected and you can't help but smirk, you shift slightly and reach into your pocket and pull out the vibrator, you were hoping that the evening took this turn. keeping him tucked to your side you dip your hand down under the blanket and under his sweats stroking him slowly, he tilts his head to rest on your shoulder letting out little whimpers at your soft touch on his cock when you suddenly introduce the vibrator into the mix
-he gasps and twitches slightly, shifting in your hold he whimpers into your neck clutching onto your shirt tightly, you shush him softly peppering kisses along his forehead as far as you can reach. When you and Seungmin had nights like this he always ended up feeling really soft and fuzzy with you, something that wasn't overly common so you cherished it whenever it happened, which also leads to him being more sensitive when things got intimate
-as you drag the vibrator along his cock you feel him arch slightly, his body chasing the sensation "More please, it feels so good, ah-fuck" you smile softly and speed up the motions of the vibrator, sliding it quicker over his cock you other hand now stroking the back of his neck, fingers trailing into his hair gently scratching his scalp, "That feel nice baby? You like me taking care of you? Making you feel nice and fuzzy" your voice is soft against the top of his head as you move the vibrator to the base of his twitching cock rotating it in small circles causing him to gasp his back arching off your body and lets out a shaky whimper as he exhales
-he nods moaning into your neck, your hand in his hair cups his jaw and lifts hid head to meet your gaze, his eyes gloss and hazy, lips glossy from him licking them and his cheeks flushed a pretty rosy pink "You're so beautiful baby, so beautiful aren't you puppy?" he whines his eyes closing but you plant a kiss to his plush lips, his whines slipping out "Feels so good, I'm close can I cum? Please I need to cum" he mumbles against your lips his words slurring as he gets closer to he edge.
-you coo and nod whispering sweet praises as your hand presses the vibrator firmer against his cock and your other hand slips to the base of his neck squeezing so gently causing him to tense up and his eyes roll back, his hands gripping your wrist so tightly and then it hits him, his orgasm hits him hard and his head falls back completely resting on your shoulder his shoulders shuddering at the aftershock
-you hold him close peppering kisses to his neck, your hand makes its way to his torso rubbing gently "That's a good puppy, you did so well for me baby" you wipe him up as best as you can before he curls into your lap dozing off instantly
-Your relationship was still new and so was certain parts of your sex life, still finding out what each other likes and dislikes. but Jeongin was curious about the bullet vibrator he found packaged in your shared wardrobe, having not really experimented with anything like this before he planned to try it out one day that he was free
-which leads us to Jeongin alone in your bedroom wearing one of your hoodies that he stole with his bottoms off as he gently trails the vibrator across his inner thighs, working up to touch his cock with it, he's in such a comfy safe headspace that he feels himself getting fuzzy as he trails his fingers along his toned stomach, slowly trailing up to his chest but not ever touching his nipples, making himself whine screwing his eyes shut and arching into his own touch
-he eventually brings the vibrator to the base of his cock and his head drops back onto the pillows letting out a silent moan, his chest heaving as he moves the vibrator across his cock moving it back and forth across his leaking tip, he hand on his chest moves to the pillows gripping it tightly as he grinds up into the feeling of the vibrator, his thighs trembling at the mind numbing sensation as he tries to keep his legs open
-the entire time he's touching himself he's imagining your hands on him instead of his, your warm large hands stroking his chest, your long fingers running up and down his inner thigh refusing to touch him where he crave it most, your hand guiding the vibrator across his drooling cock
-it seemed like you new he was thinking about you as not long later you make your way into the bedroom having heard some inviting noises and are met with a beautiful sight, your gorgeous boyfriend sprawled across your bed his head thrown back and his yes screwed shut and his hand runs the vibrator that you had bought for the two of you to use now circling his tip, his long slender legs tremble as he keeps them open
-you silently approach and sit down beside him your hand coming to push his hair out of the way of his face causing him to jolt slightly, his eyes shoot open and you shush him gently, slowly rubbing his chest and stomach "It's just me baby, I see someone got lonely hmm?" your voice is warm and reassuring as your hand slides down to his taking the vibrator from his grasp and continuing the motions bringing it to the base of his cock and occasionally circling it over his balls
-he lets out a gasp and reaches up to grab your arm his head dropping to see your hand moving along his cock "Ah! I j-just got curious, it feels so good, please keep going!" you press kisses to his sweaty face and pull up his hoodie your lips trailing to his flushed chest, peppering kisses to the strong soft pecs you suck gently leaving red marks as you move to his nipples, swirling your tongue across the perky bud
-He was already close to the edge before you arrived but now he feels like he's seconds away from cumming at the feeling of your warm mouth around his sensitive chest. You mumble words of reassurance and praise as you continue your attack on his chest, starting to nip the soft skin of his pec his body starts twitching and his hips rut up into your hand, you trail the vibrator down to his balls and press firmly whilst also nipping at the sensitive bud of his nipple
-he lets out a long groan, his voice going high as his orgasm hits him hard, his legs slam shut around your hand pinning the vibrator to his balls and his hands come up to cover his face at the overwhelming sensation, you lift your lips off his chest and nudge your way past his hands and kiss him long and deeply, swallowing his moans as you slowly pull the vibrator away and put it down, instead opting to stroke his heaving stomach
-"There you go Innie that's you baby, you coming back down to me now love?" you press your lips against his cheek nuzzling your nose against the flushed skin, he lets out a long sigh and turns his head to face you, bumping your noses together "I feel so good, I feel kinda floaty, I don't wanna get up to clean, I'm too sleepy" you chuckle at his words and lean over grabbing wipes, cleaning him the best you could you pull the hoodie down to cover him up more and pull up the covers turning him round in your hold so you are holding him from behind "Get some sleep baby, you must be exhausted" he lets out a tired hum and before you know it he's fully asleep
The apartment was quiet, too quiet, when you stepped inside. No music. No talking. Just a strange hush, punctuated by the sound of something soft: a breath? A whimper?
You kicked off your boots and slid your bag to the floor, eyebrows lifting. “Boys?” you called, voice even. “I’m home.”
No answer, just barely audible came a moan from the living room.
Your brows rose higher. You padded silently toward the door, stopping just before the corner. You didn’t announce yourself.
“…Minho w-we’re not supposed to- she said we can’t-” Chan’s voice, breathless, nervous.
“Oh, come on,” Minho drawled. “What she doesn’t know won’t kill her. Or us. Unless you want her to catch us.”
A whine. “That’s not- Minho, fuck”
You peeked around the corner.
Chan was flushed and naked from the waist down, legs spread on the couch, back arched and thighs trembling. His hands were in his lap, desperately trying to cover himself, but you could still see the flush in his chest, the shame and arousal all over his face.
Minho was curled beside him, fully clothed, smirking like the devil himself. His fingers were ghosting along Chan’s inner thigh.
“Let me guess,” you said coolly, stepping fully into the room. “I tell you to behave for a few hours and come home to find you corrupting my good boy?”
Chan jumped, practically scrambling off the couch, while Minho just smiled and stretched like a cat. “Oh. Welcome home, sweetheart.”
You raised a brow. “Minho.”
“Yours truly.”
“Hands off Chan.”
He lifted his hands mockingly. “You’re no fun.”
“Sit,” you ordered.
He tilted his head, but obeyed, plopping into the armchair like he hadn’t just been caught red-handed. Chan was standing now, blushing hard, trying not to meet your gaze, hand ghosting over his erection trying to hide it.
You turned to him, voice softer. “Come here.”
He crossed the room quickly, eyes wide, still panting.
“Chan,” you murmured, reaching to brush your fingers over his cheek. “Did you forget the rules?”
He shook his head immediately. “No- I didn’t- I told him, I swear, I tried to say no, but he-he”
Your fingers curled under his chin. “Breathe.”
Helmet out a shaky breath.
“You didn’t touch yourself?”
His voice was small. “No! But- he's so pretty- I-.”
You looked into his eyes for a beat, interrupting him. “You still want to be good for me?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”
“Then strip the rest of the way and kneel on the couch. Hands behind your back. Legs spread.”
He shivered at the command, but obeyed without hesitation, shedding his shirt and climbing onto the couch. Kneeling upright, hands locked behind him, thighs apart just enough for you to see how hard he was already.
You turned to Minho.
“You, on the other hand,” you said, voice icy, “are going to tell me exactly what you were doing teasing him when you knew damn well he’s not allowed to come without permission.”
Minho shrugged. “He looked bored. I was doing him a favor.”
“Is that what you call trying to fingerfuck my good boy into disobedience?”
“I didn’t touch him-” he grinned. “Well. Not really.”
You crossed the room in two slow steps and gripped his jaw.
“Do you want to be punished?” you asked quietly.
His eyes glittered. “Maybe. If you’re offering.”
You smiled and turned back to Chan.
“Look at him,” you said, gesturing at Minho. “Smirking, fully clothed, like he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Chan whimpered. “He said we’d stop before you got home-”
You brushed your thumb across his lower lip. “You think he ever listens?”
Chan shook his head, eyes big and eager. “No.”
You moved behind him and ran your hands slowly down his sides, then slid a hand between his legs. He was already dripping.
“Poor thing,” you cooed. “He got you so worked up, didn’t he? But you didn’t come.”
“No,” he breathed.
You bent down to whisper against his ear. “You want to come now?”
“Yes please- please”
Minho scoffed from the chair. “Pathetic.”
You turned sharply. “Say that again.”
He opened his mouth, but paused.
“You think you’re so smug,” you continued. “You get off on pushing him over the edge, but you can’t stand that he’ll always be my good boy. Why can't you behave?”
You nodded to the floor. “Strip and crawl.”
Minho’s expression flickered, challenge, excitement, obedience tangled in one, but he stood. He stripped slower than he needed to, clearly putting on a show, and then dropped to his knees and crawled toward the couch.
You stopped him with a foot to his chest. “Back. Hands behind you. Watch only.”
He obeyed, breath catching.
You turned to Chan. “Touch yourself,” you said. “But don’t you dare come until I say.”
Chan moaned already, fingers wrapping around his cock, hips twitching at the first stroke.
You kissed his shoulder, lips soft. “That’s it. Good boy. Just like that.”
He whimpered. “Feels so good”
“You look so pretty like this.”
Behind you, Minho let out a low groan. You turned toward him.
“Hard already?” you mocked. “All I did was praise him.”
He glared, but his flushed cock betrayed him.
“Maybe I should keep praising him,” you purred. “Let him come all over my hand while you watch.”
Minho made a sound, such a desperate sound.
You grinned. “Oh, you don’t like that idea, do you? What’s wrong, brat? Want me to touch you instead?”
He nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“I don't think you deserve it.”
Minho gritted his teeth.
“You wanted to play games,” you said sweetly, “but I make the rules here.”
He clenched his fists behind his back. “Please.”
You tilted your head.
“Please what?”
“…Please touch me.”
“Why?” You pretended to think. “You were such a little shit earlier, though. And now you’re whining like you don’t love being denied.”
Chan gasped again, faster now, hand stroking quick.
“M-mommy~ please- I-”
“Don’t come yet,” you warned him, placing a hand around his wrist to still him. “Just a little more, baby.”
He nodded frantically, tears in his lashes.
You turned back to Minho, cocking a brow. “Look what you did to him.”
Minho licked his lips. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not. But I’ll make sure you are.”
You moved to Minho, finally giving him a single slow stroke of your hand, and he arched, eyes fluttering shut, hips chasing you.
“One touch,” you whispered. “That’s all you get right now.”
He growled. “That’s not fair!”
You grinned, leaning in. “I don’t play fair with brats.”
You returned to Chan. “Sweetheart,” you said softly, tugging his hand away. “You’ve been so good for me. Ready to come?”
“Yes- yes, please~”
You wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him firmly, just once, then again, fast and tight, he cried out, body jerking as he spilled into your hand, moaning your name like a prayer.
You kissed his jaw as he trembled. “Good. Such a good boy.”
Then you turned to Minho.
“Now you,” you said, voice dark. “On your back. Legs open.”
His eyes went wide.
You leaned in close. “If you’re going to act like a needy little slut, I’ll treat you like one.”
He obeyed without a word this time, lying flat, legs parted just enough.
You sat between them and ran a teasing fingertip over his cock. “No touching. No squirming. You’ll come when I say. Understood?”
“…Yes.”
"Yes, who?"
"Yes… Mommy,"
You smirked. “You want to be my toy, brat? You’re going to learn what happens to toys that misbehave.”
He bit back a moan when you start slow, steady strokes, your palm firm, your lips murmuring filth into his ear. “You want to be a good boy now, don’t you? Too late.”
Minho whimpered.
“Chan’s such a good boy… why can't you behave and just be good” you taunted.
“I- fuck please-”
“Beg better.”
“Please, mommy! I need to come- need you- anything-”
You finally relented. "Fine," you feign disinterest.
He screamed, whole body arching as he came hard over your hand, into his stomach, legs trembling, eyes wild. You watched him fall apart with a smug grin.
Minho groaned from the floor. “Fuck.”
You chuckled. “Next time, I won't be this nice… Let go clean up”
Cw: Dacryphilia// spanking//pet play// mentions of degradation// dumbication//butt plugs// anal play// mentions of barking//nipple play...if there's any I missed pls tell me:))
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Chan
Pet play
Channie absolutely loves being your subby puppy. He'll be on his knees, hands placed together between his legs with his fingers curled to form a paw like shape, rubber tail plug and a collar with 'good boy' on it. He'd be so obedient and would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, he may even bark for you<3
Anal Play
With a fat ass like that why wouldn't you want to fuck it. He'd happily take your strap/dick any day. He also loves when you use toys on him, especially the small vibrators. He'd be so whiny and squirmy whilst his sweet spot is being massaged so well. He loves to be fingered either fast or slow, either way he'll be crying and whimpering <3
Lee Know
Brat Taming
We all know subby Lino would be the biggest brat but it's only because he loves the thrill of being punished by you. He yearns for the pain, such a painslut. He loves getting put in his place to the point he's shaking and crying, unable to even utter a coherent word<3
Bondage
He loves being restrained from touching you or himself. He also thinks he looks pretty with all the ropes and knows adorning his body, which of course he does. The feeling of not being able to pull your hands away from him when he's over stimulated or when you're playing with his nipples (he's very sensitive on his chest). He also loves being tied into whatever positions you want him in<3
Changbin
Pet Play
Binnie would live to dress up in a bunny outfit and bunny ears for you. His bulky body would looks so good in it. Fishnets and a little bow tie on his neck. He felt shy about wearing the costume at first but the more you praised him the more he felt more confident in it. God he'd be so whiny while you fuck and play with his body<3
Ass Eating
Oh my gosh he'd go insane if you ate his ass. He loves the feeling so much. You're tounge slipping in and out of his and teasing his rim. You both love when he sits on your face, it gives him a little control of how fast or slow he wants it and you loveit because who wouldn't wanna drown in his ass cheeks? He'd also be up for eating your ass if you were down for it<3
Hyunjin
Spanking
Whether is spanking his ass and thighs or slapping his face, he'd go dumb for it. Just like Lino he is also a painslut. He likes to misbehave to receive a spanking. Bent over your lap, your finger in his mouth or pulling his hair as your roughly strike his ass. He likes to also be slapped across the face on his cheek, it makes him feel like he's really being punished hard. He lives for when you slap him then harshly grab his face whilst growling degrading words at him.
Dumbification
He wants you to make him go mind blank. Fuck him, tease him and torture him to the point he's lost his voice from screaming. Until his eyed are red and his face is wet from tears. Until his hair is a mess and his eyes are glazed over. Make him completely dumb he won't remember his own name anymore.
