So I know you usually write smut and stuff, and that this won't be very popular on your blog, but I was wondering if for the drabble requests you could write some angsty Heechul something? Idk, like maybe realizing he has feelings for the reader when he shouldn't? Just... not smut if you can help it (or at least, it only leading into smut)
Hopefully people actually read this since it isn't explicit smut :((
Warnings: ...n-none..?
He kisses like he's drowning, like he may never get to kiss you again - there's a level of frantic desperation there, some sort of want or need to consume you, or to be consumed.
He did everything hedonistically, but when it came to this actual hedonistic act he was more wrecked worship, praying at your altar and loving religiously.
Or fearfully.
"Heechul -" It's a gasp, mostly because he hasn't stopped kissing you long enough for you to breathe. "I'm not going anywhere, calm down. We have all the time in the world."
He looks anything but calm, pupils blown and hair disheveled, fists curling into the covers of his stupidly perfectly made bed, matching the rest of his stupidly perfect house. There's something almost gratifying about seeing him at the center of it all, a complete mess surrounded by sterile perfection.
"It's not that, it's just.." He's breathing heavily too, but you know that even after he gets his breath back he won't be finishing that sentence. He never does.
And maybe you're mean, for knowing exactly what it is that plagues him without bringing it up. But you feel you deserve this small level of power - Heechul was never the one to pursue anyone, and he had started this with you with the strict guidelines that it was just for fun.
He had trapped himself behind rules that he no longer wanted to follow, had fallen in love too hard and too fast - you are in his heart and if he loses you it will rip away a piece of him. His lonely heartbeat pulses in your veins, he can feel it when he kisses at your neck.
If he makes a move to make this anything more than "just for fun" he may lose you, love is not fleeting and you will be carved into his heart until he dies.
Your gaze is heavy on him but he tries to shrug it off, smiles in a carefree way that feels fake and plastic on his face as he leans in close to your lips again, releasing his covers from the death-grip he had them in just so he can bracket you in between his arms.
He knew he'd be on his back in less than a minute, your teeth at his throat and your fingers inside him.
"I just want to hurry up and have some fun." He breathes the lie into the air you're breathing, wicked smiles and swallowed confessions, ignorant that you already knew what he wouldn't say.
That Leeteuk's reaction to edging post had me wondering... how would Heechul react to being edged?
He’d probably get frustrated at the sole mention of edging. He’s not very patient when it comes to you touching him, no matter how nor where you’re touching him. Agrees to let you do it, but only ‘cause he’s sure he can make you give into him sooner than you’d like - and you have no idea how much that fuels him. Tries to make it a challenge for you as much as he can, moving away from your touch (which is why you should always restrain him) or not telling you when he’s getting close, hoping that you won’t notice all of those small signals that, unlike him, do tell you how dangerously close he is.
Starts whining the moment you stop touching him (which always leaves him a twitching mess and, if you’re not careful enough, might also be enough to make him cum). If he notices his whines have no effect on you, he might switch to foul language, even cursing, to get a reaction from you - not a great idea, considering how that always results in him being edged and then not cumming at all. Don’t expect him to start begging you, he’s not willing to admit defeat - he’d rather have his orgasm denied than have to beg for it.
I often fantasise about trying to dominate Heechul to try and tease him, only for him to turn tables on me and be the biggest tease to ever tease.
Sorry it took so long.
You had been toying with Heechul all day and now you were at Sungmin’s house for dinner. Your hand was palming Heechul through his pants as he tried to keep conversation with Shindong. You could tell by the way he was leaning forward and slightly rocking into your palm that he was close. You began to rub harder and faster on him and watched his face as he let his mouth drop open slightly. You lived watching him try and hold it together. You felt his pants grow a little wet as he stared at Shindong spaced out.
“Ahhhh, why would you start a conversation then look at me like you don’t care what I’m saying!” Shindong snapped. “Fine I’ll find someone to look at me the way Y/N is looking at you!” he said as he scanned the table to meet eyes with anyone. Everyone avoided eye contact and Yesung even left the table. You giggled at the silence as did Sungmin’s wife when you heard Heechul gulp. He looked desperate for your touch as his jaw began to shake and his eyes had a gloss of innocence over them.
“Sorry I couldn’t focus Shindong, I think I’m coming down with something so I might as well leave with Y/N now.” Heechul said as he got up and grabbed his coat off his chair.
You got up too and examined him. He was starting to sweat and was avoiding you eye contact ad he nervously checked his coat to make sure it covered the stain on his pants. You both dismissed yourselves and slipped out of the gathering.
On the car ride home, nothing was said as you watched Heechul fidget in his seat, trying not to touch himself as you had instructed earlier that day.
You pulled into the driveway as his whining intensified. You could tell he was very needy and you couldn’t wait to get inside. Heechul was quick to jump out and try to unlock the doors with his keys, fumbling with them. You came up and unlocked the door as he rushed up to your room. You took your coat off and shoes as a loud bump echoed through the air. You walked upstairs and peered into the bedroom only to see an empty room. You walked in and looked over to the closet to see if he was hiding like a shy little boy.
You stepped closer as you suddenly heard the door close behind you. There was Heechul waiting for you. Startled you turned around and looked him in the face as he smirked. Walking over he adjusted his hands behind his back, you held your hands out as to warn him to stay back. All day you had the upper hand and you knew you were about to pay for it, but damn it, Heechul was revengeful. You backed uo until you hit the bed as he stepped closer and closer. Finally you fell on it when you thighs hit it, ready to get back up you were caught by Heechul pinning you down.
“All mines.” he said in a low voice as you heard a clicking noise. He had put the handcuffs on you while keeping you distracted with his eyes alone. “So pretty, and it’s all mines.” He started up again as he kissed down you neck and to your center. You started to move a bit as he felt so good using his mouth on you. “Heechul,” you said in a moaned out whisper. He stood up and looked at you.
“Be quiet, it’s gonna be a long night, and I don’t need your throat giving up yet.” He said as he unbuckled his pants, you were about to get tenfold of everything you did.
I love the thirst for Super Junior, this is probably the fourth request I got in less than a day u.u
There you go anon, hope you like it! :)
Leeteuk
Tries to act indifferent, but fails miserably. He’s dying to try it. Lots of giggles as you prep him nicely and a few, soft moans escaping his lips as he feels your fingers move inside him. He’s very vocal about what he likes and what he doesn’t like, he’ll have no problem in letting you know what feels good and what doesn’t, but he doesn’t actually need to speak for you to understand. The way he’s pushing his hips against the strap-on is enough to tell you he likes it. Allow him to ride you, though, and you’ll be rewarded with the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.
Heechul
The moment you mention you’d like to try pegging, he’s already on the bed, ass in the air and waiting for you. Boy, will he love it. Rough him up a little bit and expect a lot of loud moans, whines if you ever decided to slow down your pace, and some “hyung” slipping here and there, ‘cause, you know, it’s Heechul we’re talking about. Any position is fine with him, but he might have a thing for doggy style, mostly because it allows you to occasionally spank that pretty ass of his, where occasionally means quite often.
Yesung
Did you just say “Yesung’s guilty pleasure”? Because, trust me, it is. You’ll know when he’s in the mood to be relentlessly pegged because of how easily he gets frustrated. He might even start acting up, ignoring his domme’s words just because he hopes he’ll get a good pounding as a punishment. No matter how quickly you’ll give in to him, he’s going to act bratty the whole time as well, talking back no matter what you say. The right way to shut him up? Choke him until there’s tears in his eyes and the only thing he can do is moaning your name.
Shindong
He feignes ignorance at the sole mention of pegging. “What is it?” or “Never heard of it before” is something that might easily come out of his mouth. In truth, he knows exactly what you’re talking about. It’s not like he’s already tried it, but his fingers, sometimes, find their way to his hole and, well, he can’t quite stop himself. Expect a lot of deep grunts as you push into him, his legs spread wide to grant you better access as he gets overwhelmed by the sensations.
Eunhyuk
Most of the time, sex with Hyukjae is playful and relaxed, neither of you cares too much about the roles you chose - even if, you have to admit it, he’s never tried to take over you, not even once. When you decide to add the strap-on to your sex life, though, something changes. Suddenly, he’s way more obedient and docile, more attentive and willing to please you. The most submissive part of him has finally taken over him. He’ll pant and whimper the whole time, occasionally crying out your name as you set your own pace.
Siwon
Not gonna lie, it’s not going to be easy to convince him. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, but, in the end, he’ll be willing to give it a try. Tie him up so that he can toss and turn as he pretends he’s not actually into it, even if the way his body react tells you the exact contrary. He’ll pant, doing his best not to moan, so that you have no chance to say “told you so”. Stroke his lenght a little bit, though, and he’s not going to be able to be quiet anymore.
Donghae
A pretty boy who’s too shy to ask for the strap-on, but loves it nonetheless. He becomes a whimpering mess as soon as he feels the tip going inside him, eyes rolling back when you start thrusting into him - no matter the pace, he’s going to react this way every single time. Tell him you love him as you fuck him and he’ll probably cum on the spot. What a pretty sight.
Ryeowook
Another bratty one. Does he like it? Of course. Will he ever admit it? No way, but you don’t need him to. You can see it in the way his back arches or in the way he slightly moves his hips so that he’s meeting your thrusts. He thinks he’s being subtle, but he’s not, not at all. If he thinks your pace is not satisfying, expect tons of snarky remarks about how “incapable” you are as he secretely wishes you’d just fuck him properly - i.e. hard, not stopping until he’s seeing stars.
Kyuhyun
Not as into it as you’d wish, but he’s going to give it a try for your sake. More than happy to find out that it feels good, even if not as good as feeling you wrapped around him. Soft moans escaping his lips as your hips snap against him, your hands slightly grazing over his chest, goosebumps following everywhere you touch. In the end, he’s not going to hate it. He’ll be willing to do it again, if that’s what you wanted, but he’ll expect some kind of reward later.
Requested: yes
Words: 3800+
Warnings: smut, pegging, orale (female receiving), overstimulation
A/N: first chapter of Boys For Rent
«Oh.»
You're left speechless, staring at the man in front of you, your heart beating faster than it should. To say you weren't expecting it would be an understatement. Why, with all the people in the world, why did it have to be him?
«Well, Y/N...» he says, scratching his head. «This is awkward.»
You nod, agreeing with what he just said. You'd be lying if you said you never thought about meeting him once again, but this is certainly not how you thought it would happen.
«Are you going to let me in or..?»
«Oh, yes, sorry.»
Shaking your head, still incredulous for what just happened, you move away from the door, allowing him to enter your apartment.
«Nice house» he says, looking around, his eyes examining every single piece of furniture he sees.
«Thank you.»
If you had to be honest, this sort of little talk is already getting on your nerves. There's a billion things you'd rather be talking about, but he doesn't seem interested at all. Moreover, you don't really have the guts to say them out loud.
«Is the bedroom this way?» he asks, pointing to his left, and you can feel the blood boil in your veins.
How dares he?
You fight the urge to slap him, and clear your throat instead.
«Why do you ask?»
Your tone is polite and calm, maybe too calm for your own sake. He shudders, turning around to face you.
«You're the one that called me here» he says, his tone flat, as if he couldn't care less. «I didn't even know you were into this kind of things.»
You snort. Of course he didn't know, it's not like you've ever mentioned to him – you were too shy to do it, and he most certainly didn't look like the kind of man to be into it as well.
«Well, I didn't know you were into it either» you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.
«You never asked.»
«Neither did you!»
Here it goes, the same, childish bickering that caused the both of you to break up. It always started like this, and then turned into a huge fight over the most trivial things – mostly because neither of you could actually stop for a second, think and apologize to the other.
Sighing, he moves closer to you; instinctively, you move back. He looks hurt when you do, but he's quick to regain his composure. You, on the other hand, can't help but wonder why? May it be that, maybe...? No, of course not. What a stupid idea.
«Listen, Y/N» he begins, running his hand through his hair. «I'm not here to fight, nor to force you to do anything you don't want to; the moment you tell me to leave, I'll do it. It's up to you.»
You nod, thinking about what would be better to do. A part of you would like to tell him to just leave, but the other one wants him to stay. After all, you're quite curious to know how exactly he ended up doing this job, if that's how it can be called.
«Would you like some wine?» you ask, in the end.
Nodding, Heechul follows you inside your living room, sitting down on the couch as you grab a new bottle in the kitchen – the one you were drinking before is almost empty, and you're not brave enough to show it to him, knowing he'd have some snarky remark ready for you. Grabbing a couple of glasses as well, you get back to the living room and, after filling them, you sit down next to him.
«So...» your voice trails off as you think about what to say. «How have you been?»
«Not bad, you know» he says, slowly sipping his wine. «A bit messy, but not bad.»
You hum, drinking your wine as well. Cabernet Sauvignon, a gift from an old friend, not the same discount wine you're so used to. It most certainly tastes different. Well, it also tastes better, if you have to be honest, but that's not the point.
«How have you been, Y/N?»
Alone. Unhappy. Tired. Stressed. Horny... no, scratch that.
«Good, I've been good» you say, instead.
«You've always been such a bad liar» he says, placing his glass onto the small table in front of you. «Wanna talk about it?»
As you suspected, he's still able to read you like an open book. Taking a deep breath, you start rambling about how your life has been since you've stopped seeing each other. You tell him everything, every bad moment and every good one – because there have been good moments, despite you not wanting to acknowledge them – not leaving any details behind, conscious that he'd immediately find out whether you're omitting something or not. You hate to admit it, but you've missed it, this kind of intimacy only he was able to grant you. When you're done talking, he stays quiet for a while, pondering on what to say next.
«Have you had any boyfriend?» he asks, his voice trailing off as he speaks. «Or girlfriends?»
You shake your head, feeling a faint blush creeping on your cheeks.
«Good, that's good» he mutters, mostly to himself, but you can hear him anyway.
«What about you?»
«Me?» He seems surprised by your question, but he's quick to answer. «I've had many encounters, but none of them was meaningful.»
Oh.
Some weird feeling makes his way into your stomach – is this what they call having “butterflies in your stomach?” Why does it feel like this? – as your heart flutters. You try to control your emotions, not wanting to show them to him, but you know it won't be long before you'll be swooning over him without shame. Damned Heechul, he's always been perfectly able to make you this vulnerable.
«Is everything okay?» he asks, noticing the way you're squirming on the couch. «Don't tell me you're still in love with me.»
His tone is humorous, but you're almost certain he wants an honest answer.
«What? Of course not!»
Your voice is more high-pitched than you intended, almost cracking as you speak, embarrassment taking over you as you feel your cheeks getting hotter and hotter. You didn't mean you hurt him with your words, but it seems like you did. His face seems to darken, as he gets up from the couch.
«I think I should go.»
Your body reacts before you can even understand what's happening. Quickly, you grab his hand, roughly pulling him back and causing him to fall back on the couch, giving you a shocked look as he does so.
«Please, don't. Stay.»
His expression softens as he pats your head, one of his hands still within your grasp, finger tangled together.
«Alright» he whispers. «Alright, I'll stay.»
Releasing a breath, you also let go of his hand – finding a bit of resistance on his side – before standing up, putting your glass on the table – and ignoring the small stain of wine on your pants, caused by your action before.
«I don't have a guest room, but you can sleep here.»
«You want me to sleep here?» he asks, giving you a confused look. That's not what he was expecting, and you know that.
Nodding, you make your way to your bedroom – him following after you without you noticing – stopping right in front of your drawer, trying to find some clean sheets and a blanket to give to him. Then, as you're rummaging through them, he traps you between his arms, his hands resting on the wooden wall of the furniture, both of them next to each side of your body.
«I was thinking about something more... fun, Mistress» he teases, words falling easily from his mouth, sweet as honey to your ears, and sending shivers down your spine.
Trying to keep your composure, you shake your head, not trusting your voice enough to speak.
«Isn't that why I'm here? Want me to put on a little show for you, hmm?» he continues, his left hand moving alongside the curves of your body, stopping right on your waist. «Grab the strap-on, I'll be waiting.»
«N-No!»
Your face flushed, you abruptly turn around, pushing him away from you.
«That's n-not happening, forget it!»
He raises his hands in surrender, a kicked-puppy expression on his face as he listens to your words. Right now, you can't even understand whether it's an act he uses with all of his clients or if he really wanted it to happen. Either way, you know you can't think about it too much. The first option would make you feel even worse – despite you not wanting to admit it, there's a part of you that secretly wishes for him to still be in love with him – while the other one would just fuel your arousal, and you have no intention of fucking your ex-boyfriend right now, no matter how hot he looks, no matter how seductive he can be, not even if you're dying to find out how much of a sub he really is – and how much of a show he can put on. Sure, he'd look amazing under you, writhing in pleasure as you slowly push your strap-on in and out of him... no, no, no. You absolutely must not think about it.
Grabbing a clean pillowcase, you swiftly put it on one of your pillows, before grabbing a blanket and going back to the living room, him following you almost immediately.
«The bathroom is right there» you say, pointing to a closed door not far from you. «I'll find something for you to wear but, for the rest, make yourself at home.»
«There's no need for that, you know I sleep naked.»
“Naked”, you assume, actually means “wearing only underwear”. Or, at least, you hope it does.
«Anyway, my point still stands.»
With that said, you quickly go back to your room – almost running – closing the door behind you with a loud thump, and cursing yourself for being so weak: a pretty face and a mellow voice is all it takes for you to stop thinking properly.
You wonder whether it'd be a good idea to take a quick shower before going to bed, but, before you can decide, you hear the bathroom door opening and closing, and then water hitting the floor. Looks like you'll have to do it in the morning – there's no way you'll wait 'till he's done, that boy takes hours to shower.
Sleep creeps upon you as soon as your head touches the pillow, and, in less than a few minutes, you find yourself in a deep slumber. You don't hear your bedroom door opening, nor feel the mattress shift under the weight of another body.
When you wake up, the following morning, it takes you quite a while to figure out why your back feels so hot, and especially what the weight on your side is. Turns out that Heechul thought it was a good idea to end up in your bed, spooning you as you couldn't possibly push him away.
«'Morning» he whispers, as you uncomfortably shift against his chest, trying to get out of his grasp – with the only effect of him tightening it even more. «Did you sleep well?»
«W-What the fuck are you doing here?» you ask, ignoring his groggy voice and the way it sent shivers down your spine.
«You said to make myself at home, so I did.»
«T-That's not what I meant!»
He laughs, a deep and guttural laugh that you haven't heard in a while, one that you only witnessed in the morning, when he usually woke up next to you.
Nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck, he takes a deep breath, inhaling how much of your scent as he possibly can.
«The pillow smelt like you» he says, probably talking about the pillow you gave him the night before – one that, apparently, he did not use at all.
Humming, you start shifting again, desperately trying to get out of his grasp. As you do so, your hips accidentally brush against his crotch, feeling something hard against your bottom.
«Seriously?» you ask, your tone a mix between incredulous and shocked.
«Little Heechul missed you.»
His voice is so soft that it's barely audible, but you manage to blush at his words nonetheless. There he goes, you think, being all pretty and whiny just to get what he wants – and you'd be lying if you said you wouldn't gladly give it to him. No matter what, the first thing you have to do is taking a shower. You'll think about the rest later.
Finally managing to stand up, you quickly try to fix your hair, a little embarrassed at the thought of him seeing you like that – you don't know why, since he's already seen it billions of time. Maybe it's because, right now, he's not your boyfriend. Yes, it has to be it.
Sneaking to the bathroom before he can stop you, you make sure to lock the door – not wanting him to randomly join you in the shower – and start running the water, waiting for the right temperature before jumping into the shower. Not a lot of time passes before you're done, your body completely clean and your wet hair sticking to your skin. Covering it with a towel, you quickly brush your teeth, and then start to dry them before getting out of the bathroom. Then, as you're making your way to the bedroom, you remember that you're not alone at home, and that the only thing you're currently waiting is a towel, nothing underneath. Heechul, now in front of you, must have had the same thought, and the way he's grinning only proves it to you.
«I thought you'd never ask» he says, making his way to you.
«That's because I didn't.»
Your snarky remark doesn't seem to bother him, definitely not stopping him as he gets closer, dropping to his knees as soon as he's standing right in front of you. His hands on your legs, he slowly raises one of them, bringing your ankle near his face, placing a soft kiss on it, and then looking up at you, waiting for your approval. When you nod, he kisses it again, slowly moving upward, focusing on your calf, humming in content as he does so. Your hand on his shoulder, you use him as your support, watching him intently as he does his best to please you, arousal washing over you at the sight in front of your eyes – a sight you've never seen before, one that you could only wish for. Stopping when he reaches your thigh, after a few kisses on the back of your knee, Heechul gently helps you rest your foot on the ground. Then, after checking once again for your consent, he does the same thing to the other leg, loving the way your hand squeezes his shoulder whenever he touches a sensitive spot.
«May I?» he asks, reaching your thigh once again, hoping you'd allow him to take off your towel – there's another place he's dying to kiss, you can see it in his eyes.
Nodding, you let the towel fall on the floor, your naked body now in front of him as he watches in awe. Then, after scanning it for a couple of seconds, muttering something only he can hear, he stretches his neck enough to reach your inner thigh, kissing and sucking the skin, getting closer and closer to where you actually want his mouth.
«Heechul...» you call, not really willing to stand his teasing. «Just... do it!»
Obediently, he latches his mouth around your clit, gently flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sending waves of pleasure down your spine. He raises your left leg, putting it on his shoulder, allowing him to have better access to your pussy. Like a starving man, he takes in as much as he can, licking and sucking your clit until he's sure you're completely satisfied, burying his face between his legs as much as the position allows him to. When your hand finds its way through his hair, pulling on it a little to guide him, he lets out a soft moan, humming against your skin, the feeling only fuelling your arousal more. Soon enough, you're pulling his hair hard enough to hurt him, but he's not complaining. Instead, he seems to be loving every moment of it, willing to suffocate between your thighs as long as that means being able to taste you.
«Make me cum, baby» you moan, trying to pull him even closer to you. «Be good and make me cum, hmm?»
He hums in response, focusing on your pleasure even more, his tongue frantically moving as he tries to get you closer and closer to your high. It doesn't take you long before he does, thanks to a particularly rough suck on your clit, causing you to see stars.
«Fuck, that was so good» you say, once you've regained your composure, putting your foot back on the ground, your gaze accidentally falling on his crotch, only covered by his boxers, a wet stain on them. «D-Did you... did you...?»
Embarrassed, he scratches the back of his head, looking away from a second.
«Y-Yeah» he admits. «It's not my fault you tasted so good.» he adds then, smirking at you.
Failing to contain a laugh, you help him stand, grabbing your towel from the ground in the process. Trying not to stare at him, your cheeks hot with embarrassment for what's just happened, you ponder on what to do next, whether it would be better to help him or just ignore that tingling feeling in your stomach, the one that's begging you to just do nasty things to him. The answer to your question arrives as soon as you meet his gaze.
Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your bedroom, tossing the towel somewhere on the floor before pushing him back on the mattress.
«You asked for it, don't forget it» you say, turning your back to him and opening a drawer to find the toy he mentioned the night before and lube, something you're sure you'll need.
«Is that new? I've never seen it before» he asks, watching you wear the strap-on.
«No, not really.»
Sure, it might be the first time he sees it, but you've had it since the first day you started dating, maybe even before. You've never felt confident enough to show your dominant side to him, but it's always been there. Today, finally, he's going to get a taste of it.
Climbing back on the mattress, you swiftly remove his boxers, then squirt a generous amount of lube on your fingers, warming it up before starting to tease his hole with your finger.
«Gonna fuck me real good?» he asks, propping himself on his elbows so that he can clearly see you and your every movement.
«You can bet on it.»
As you speak, you slowly push your digit inside him, causing him to moan. An exaggerate moan, if you have to be honest, which makes you wonder whether he's faking it or not. The way his cock twitches, though, clearly tells you that yes, he's actually liking it. Slightly arching your finger, you search for his sweet spot, pushing against his inner wall and moving your finger until, eventually, you find it – a sweet whimper coming from him as you gently rub it. Adding a second finger, you slightly increase your pace, making sure to always hit his prostate, his toes curling as you move. Once the third finger is inside as well, he can't contain his moans anymore. Whimpers and whines leave his mouth as you stretch him, preparing him to take something definitely bigger.
«Y/N... more, please» he begs, and you gladly comply.
After smearing some lube on the strap-on as well, you slowly push the tip inside him, to which he whines, trying to raise his hips in order to get more of it.
«No, not so fast, baby» you warn him, taking your time to tease him, your hand moving to his member – hard again – and slowly pumping it as you push the toy inside.
«F-Fuck!» he curses. «I-I feel s-so full.»
Humming in response, you start moving, slowly thrusting in and out of him, before gradually increasing your pace until you're relentlessly fucking him, his eyes almost rolling back as he gets overwhelmed by pleasure.
«Look at you» you coo. «So pretty, only for me.»
He nods in agreement, biting his bottom lip as you bring him closer to the edge, tears in his eyes threatening to fall out if you even just think about denying him his orgasm.
«Y/N... fuck, Y/N!»
He keeps repeating your name as you relentless thrust your hips against him, trying to hit his sweet prostate every time you do so.
«Please, please, can I cum?» he begs, and you don't have the heart to deny him.
«Go ahead» you say, nodding.
«T-Thank you» he moans and, a few seconds later, he's cumming all over your hand, a warm and sticky substance dripping over your fingers.
Tempted to keep going, just to show him what he's missed, you don't stop your thrusts, watching as his eyes open wide when he realizes you're not planning on stopping. At the same time, though, he doesn't try to persuade you otherwise. Instead, the only thing he does is thrashing his head right and left on the pillow, loudly moaning as you work him through another orgasm, which hits him a couple of minutes later.
Deciding to have mercy on him, you slow down your pace, stopping completely when you're sure he's ridden his orgasm out. Taking off your strap-on, you lay on the bed next to him.
«Wow... just, wow.»
Smiling, you turn on your side, your head leaning on your hand, facing him.
«Was that good?»
«Good? Holy fuck, Y/N, it was amazing!»
Blushing at his words, you hide your face in the crook of his neck.
«Do you... do you think we could do it again?» he whispers, his voice barely audible. «I-I mean, you don't have to say yes, b-but I'd like you to think about it.»
«You'd have to buy me dinner first» you joke, hoping he actually gets the implications in your words.
«Are you asking me out on a date?»
«Hmm... so it seems.»
«You think this could work out?»
A few moments of silence follow, as you think about how to answer. Then, you nod.
You don't know how, yet, but you're determined to make it work.
A/N: since I had tons of requests for Super Junior I’ve decided to put all of them together. Every chapter is about a different member, but they are not related at all. Let’s just say you get to choose the member you like the most ;) The following chapters will be published once a week, if everything goes as planned.
This is not how you imagined your Friday night would turn out.
Sitting at home alone, an almost empty bottle of wine by your side, wearing only your pyjamas, waiting for an alluring stranger to arrive. And yet here you are, still staring at your computer screen, trying to decide what to do. Should you call the company and say you've changed your mind? The site clearly states that you can't ask for a refund and, to be honest, you've spent too much money to just ignore that detail – you should've thought about it before making your purchase and, maybe, you could have spent it on something more important, like your rent – so scratch that. On the other hand, you wouldn't mind a bit of company, from time to time, but that's just the horny part of you that's talking. You blame it on the fact that you've been single for too long. Yes, it has to be that. How long has it been since you've been intimate with someone? You can't really remember it, but it feels like ages. All the pretty boys looking for a one night stand were not enough to actually pique your interest, so you just ignored them. Maybe, though, they would have been a better choice, compared to, well, escorts – or adult entertainers, as the site calls them. You're not even sure this kind of stuff is legal, if you have to be completely honest. All you know is that you paid a lot of money to rent someone that promised to make your every fantasy come true for an entire weekend, where “someone” stands for “a submissive man that you've never met before”, or, at least, you hope you've never met him before, since his face wasn't displayed in the pictures. Not exactly the greatest idea you've ever had.
Standing up, you leave the wine bottle onto the table, before heading to your bedroom. If you're going to do it, you have to do it the right way, which means you might as well put on some decent clothes and, maybe, you could also take a quick shower before he gets there. You give a quick look at the clock, cursing yourself when you notice it'll only take ten minutes before the man arrives – if what the site said is true, of course.
The doorbell, though, rings before you can even finish to take off your clothes.
«Of course he had to be early» you mumble, dressing up once again – this time, he'll have to deal with seeing you in your pyjamas – and making your way to the door.
You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous. Hell, you are shaking because of how nervous you are, anxiety is slowly devouring you. The doorbell rings once again, and you can already see the man standing outside huffing and impatiently tapping his foot, probably wondering why is it taking you so long.
Your hand on the handle, you open the door without knowing who's standing behind it – the worst thing it might happen would be one of your neighbours seeing you in a way you'd never want them to see you. Or, at least, that's what you thought before actually seeing the man who's now in front of you.
Your usual luck.
With all people in the world, it had to be him: the first person you've ever fallen in love with, the first one to ever break your heart.
