Please // Wong Kunhang
Part fifteen of my Kinktober // NCT 2020 Project
DAY 15: Hendery + multiple orgasms → “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.” / “What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”
Word count: 1.7k || Genre: smut
Warnings: femdom, multiple orgasms, begging, edging, orgasm denial, teasing, restraints, cum play, tittyfucking
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You didn't know it was possible for someone to look so cute like this.
You and Kunhang had just started dating a couple months ago, and only started to bring sex into the equation recently. He had revealed to you that he was a virgin, and you wanted to respect him and not push him into doing anything he wasn't ready for.
Your first time together was soft and intimate, and you had continued treating him that way, wanting him to feel special and loved every time you had sex together. But he had surprised you the other day, asking you to be rougher with him instead of always treating him so gently.
"Are you sure?" you had asked him, voice tinged with worry. You wanted to make sure this was his idea, and he wasn't saying it because he thought it would satisfy you more.
"Yes, I'm sure," he told you, chuckling a little at your concerned expression before leaning forward to bring you closer, cuddling you into his chest as you sit curled up on his sofa together. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I don’t break easily, you know?”
You didn't respond to him at the time, opting instead to nestle further into him as you laughed. But you did make a mental note, storing it in the back of your mind for another day.
And today was that day.
You have him in one of the chairs in his house, naked and exposed for you. His wrists and ankles are duct taped to the chair, and his shaggy hair falls into his eyes, damp from sweat. His eyes are adorably desperate as he pleads silently with you, as if he's asking you to please have some mercy on him. But you don't. He did ask for this, after all.
You can't help it. You laugh at him.
There's no malice in it, and he knows that, but that doesn't stop him from groaning at the sound, throwing his head back and almost hitting it against the back of the chair. When he speaks, his voice is raspy from effort.
"Please," he says simply, bringing his head forward again and trying to focus his eyes on your form.
You're kneeling on the floor between his spread and bound ankles. You're naked, and all he wants to do is reach out and touch you, but he can't with the way he's secured. His gaze falls to your chest instead of your eyes, and it makes you chuckle. The action makes your boobs jiggle a bit, and you see the way his eyes glaze over with another layer of wrecked lust.
You stand up and his eyes follow you as you make your way to him. You bring a hand to his chin, tilting his head up to make eye contact with you. He gasps at the action.
"Eyes up here, baby," you tell him, and he lets out the smallest whimper as his gaze locks on yours.
“What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”
"This isn't teasing. This is torture."
He had a point there. You've lost track of when it was that you started playing with him, of how many times you had started to give him what he wants just to pull away, of how many times you had gotten him close, of how many orgasms he had been denied at this point. But you don't give him the satisfaction of telling him that.
"Don't be dramatic," you say instead, leveling your gaze with his.
"I'm not," he whines out, eyes lazily dragging down as you kneel between his knees again.
You lean forward over his overworked dick, keeping your eyes locked on his as you push your breasts together. It traps his dick between your soft flesh, and you love the way it rips a broken moan from his throat. He squirms under you, shifting around until he can find enough leverage to thrust up.
Kunhang's not quite sure how he can stand the sight of it all; with the way your eyes are staring into his soul as he fucks your chest. He's sure that he could cum just like this, if only he could get just a bit more.
But you don't give him that. You move away quickly, letting his dick fall back against his stomach softly as the pleasure fades away.
"Please," he rasps out again, voice sounding like he'll cry if you dare deny him again.
"All right, baby," you tell him as you get up and sit on his thigh. You lean forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. He makes a small noise at the contact, still managing to be surprised and caught off guard by it despite your current situation. He was so cute sometimes, you just couldn't stand it.
"You've earned it."
You bring your hand down, wrapping your fingers around his length and jerking him off quickly. He arches up into the feeling, hips trying to drive upwards. Your weight on his leg prevents it, but his message is clear. He's dangerously close.
But that doesn't stop you from messing with him.
"Gonna cum soon, baby?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Should I let you?"
"Please."
"Why?"
His eyes go wide at the question, and as you look at him, you can see the way he's struggling to find an answer, brain too foggy with lust to be able to figure it out. When he speaks, it all comes out in one breath, rushed and shaky.
"I don't know what it is you want me to say, but let's just pretend I said it cuz holy shit, I need to cum please."
You laugh at him, so desperate and needy, but decide to take pity on him.
"Okay, baby," you say, speeding up your pumps as you hover your other hand over the head of his dick. "Cum for me."
He only has a second to process the weird action before his orgasm is triggered, ripping through his body as he all but screams. The waves of pleasure are so much stronger than any of the orgasms he's had before, with the sensitivity heightened from all the times he was denied. He watches in a daze as you work him through it, watches the way you stroke him as his cum splatters into your waiting flat palm.
But by the time he figures you out, it's too late.
You slow your hand down as you see him starting to finish, circling your thumb around the head gently to collect the rest of his release onto your hands. You kiss him softly, swallowing the whimpers that leave him as he starts to come down.
You bring your hand up to his face, showing the sticky substance coating your palm.
"Thanks for this," you say. "Makes this part easier."
"What?" He starts to ask, but he never gets to finish the question.
You bring your cum stained hand down to his dick, wrapping it around him before he can even realize what's happening. You move fast along him, squeezing tightly with both hands as you push him headfirst into the overstimulation.
He yells at the feeling, not even giving him time to fully come down from his orgasm before overwhelming his senses with more.
"Oh, fucking hell," he moans, bordering on a scream when it leaves his mouth.
"You said you needed to cum," you remind him, and he whines. "I'm just giving you what you wanted."
He can't find it in himself to argue, just trying to stay afloat as the intense waves of pleasure threaten to pull him under. It didn't take long at all for it to turn from painful to feeling good. In fact, he didn't know it was possible to feel this good.
He's barreling into his second orgasm with barely a warning. That is, if you can count a strangled I, shit, cum, god as a warning. But you don't stop then either, kissing along his sweaty skin as you push him towards another high. He trembles in your grip, burying his head in your hair as he squeezes his eyes shut.
"Too much," he chants, over and over in time with your strokes against him. "Too much, too much, too much."
"Color?" You ask, looking up at him softly, slowing your hands a little as you try to gauge his reaction.
"Green, green, green. Just please don't stop."
"Don't worry, baby. I won't."
It's with those words, whispered so sweetly into his ear, that he cums for a third time. It makes his entire body shake as he releases, high pitch moans echoing in the air as his release drips out of his dick. You nuzzle into him, kissing all around his cheeks as he slowly comes back down. You whisper praise to him, telling him how well he did for you and using your voice to soothe and ground him.
He throws his head back when he finally catches his breath, resting it against the back of the chair, and you take the opportunity to trail your kisses down to his neck and collarbones. You don't realize the way your hips grind softly against his leg as you do so, but you can't help the arousal you feel from seeing him so fucked out like this.
But he feels it. He lets out a chuckle at your actions, and when he speaks, his voice sounds raspy and used.
"I know you haven't cum yet," he says, sounding out of breath. "I understand, and I'll take care of you however you want. You can even keep me bound. I don't care. But if you could just give me five minutes, cuz I swear if I cum again right now, my dick might break."
You laugh loudly, and you're happy when you feel his chest shake under you as he joins you.
"What's the matter?" You ask. "I thought you don't break easily?"
"You call that easy? I almost died by way of orgasm just now."
He sounds so incredulous that you can't help but laugh harder, leaning up to kiss him. He melts into the kiss, and you smile against his lips.
"So dramatic. But okay, baby," you concede. "I'll go get something to clean you up while you rest, and then I'll let you loose and you can return the favor. Does that sound okay?"
He smiles down at you, eyes soft and full of adoration as he answers.
"Yes please."
"Okay."
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