a/n: idk if you can tell the exact point where the writing style of the this piece slightly shifts, but i hope you still like the piece <3
word count: 1.0k
content: sub!changkyun, dom!gn!reader, possessiveness (in the context of being completely consentual please don’t actually be jealous and possessive to an extreme extent), neck kisses, hickies, biting, thigh riding (he rides your thigh)
summary: they all want him, but you’re the only one who has him.
“come here,” you order, and he nervously trudges towards you, sitting next to you. his eyes watch your movements like a hawk, looking for any reason as to why you’re suddenly so upset with him. he doesn’t remember doing anything wrong or acting in a way that would warrant this.
“what’s wrong, my love?” he reaches out to hold your hand, but you use your grip on his hand to pull him closer. he’s visibly startled, staring at you with confusion marked all over his pretty features.
“nothing, i just…” you trail off, struggling to find the words to fit exactly how you feel, “you’re so beautiful, you know, kyun?”
well that’s an answer he didn’t expect. he huffs, a bit relieved and yet still somewhat worried, “t-thank you.”
“in fact, you’re so beautiful that it makes all those other people wish they had you instead, hm? they all wish you were theirs,” you smirk as your lips make contact with his neck, “theirs to kiss, theirs to bite and play with and fuck. they drool at the idea of having you.”
“i— i guess so, yeah, but they don’t have me, you do,” he tries to pinpoint exactly what you’re trying to tell him, and it’s some weird combination of jealousy, possessiveness, and cockiness at the fact he’s yours, “what brought this all up, babe?”
“oh, nothing, let’s just say sometimes you have to put people in their place,” you bite against the skin of his neck, and he bites his lip to hold in the pained moan, whimpering muffledly instead, “you sound so pretty, angel, why are you trying to quiet yourself?”
“it’s embarrassing,” he whines. you don’t bother responding, so he doesn’t either. you continue to kiss his neck, biting down whenever you want to make a new mark, before sucking, licking, and kissing gently over it as an apology. he knows he’ll get yelled at for all the hickies again, but he can’t help it. he loves it.
he faintly hears you muttering in between kisses over his own thoughts, but he doesn’t pay it any mind until you hold your hand against his spit covered and marked up throat, “tell me who you belong to, babe.”
“you,” he whispers breathlessly, “you, you, please, i’m all yours.”
“mine, mine, all mine.”
he’s like a sweet candy that you’re all too addicted to. he smiles as you breathe in his scent, shivering. it’s intoxicating, he’s intoxicating and enchanting and tastes so, so good. all those marks on his neck aren’t enough, nothing is enough for you. and he happily lets you do whatever you what, gives you whatever you want, feeding your possessiveness because he loves it. he loves feeling wanted and desired, and he is.
“you’re mine, and i’m yours, pretty,” you mumble in his ear as he pulls against the collar of your shirt, keeping you close against him. you go back and fourth between feverish kissing and him throwing his head back as you kiss down his marked neck to find the blank canvas that is his chest. he’s wearing a button-down shirt that he left mostly unbuttoned, so it’s easy to slip off him without much effort.
“can you tell me that you’re mine, please?” he begs, and though it’s not what you’re expecting, you oblige.
“oh, of course i’m yours, babe, you’re the only one for me, you know? i look at you and it’s like the rest of the world disappears,” you whisper softly as you move him onto your thigh, letting him decide if he wants to start moving or wait til he’s so needy he can’t think straight.
“a-ah, i feel so good,” he moans out the words, resting his hands on your shoulders for support as he moves his hips back and forth, gasping at the stimulation.
“you deserve to only feel good, my love,” you kiss his temple, holding his waist to help him keep a steady pace, “i look at you, and see the most beautiful thing to love. you’re so special, so rare, darling, the world doesn’t deserve to love you like i get to. i’m never going to let that go, let you go, unless you tell me to. i’ll want you until the end of time, changkyun.”
he blushes at your little confession. he’d say something similar if he could, but at the moment, he’s not sure the words would even make sense. his eyes shut tightly as he tries so incredibly hard to get close.
“you’re so pretty when you’re focused, too. you press your lips in concentration, shut your eyes, and you just look so weak and needy. i love it.”
“i’m always weak for you,” he mumbles.
“and only me, right?,” he nods, and you smirk, “good. tell me who you belong to again, would you?”
“you,” he breathes.
“again,” you hold his waist tightly, basically doing all the work of bringing him close yourself, “say it again.”
“you, i belong to you,” he says again, letting you take full control of him.
“again,” you echo, and he moans, getting so irreversibly close.
“you!” he almost shouts.
you shake your head, still not satisfied, “say it as you orgasm, scream out my name. who do you belong to?”
he cries out as the overwhelming feeling hits him all at once, “you! fuck, i belong to you, y/n! you! god, i— oh my god…!”
its so pleasing to see him like this, crying out your name as he uncontrollably shakes and cums for you, “that’s right, me, you belong to me, now ride out that orgasm, babe, you deserve every last bit of pleasure, and i’ll make sure to fill you up to the last drop.”
hi! i have a request, could you please find some sub!idol fluff? i’ve been in my feels recently and it’d be nice to read some soft stuff :))
Hi! Thank you for the request, this was really fun! I always love a good sub!idol smut fic, but sub!idol fluff is just the greatest. I tried to focus mainly on pure fluff (so no suggestive or smutty endings), but there are a few with a bit more mature content as well, hope you don’t mind! Those that do include smut or are suggestive have an * next to the title :)
Also, since you didn’t specify which exact group you wanted, I put together a bit of everything. Mostly Stray Kids, though, since they have the most fluff out of all the groups I was searching for. If you’d prefer a different group, just tell me, and I’ll find some more for you! ♥
With that said, here you go, I hope you enjoy them all!!
Oneshots
your color - Walking into your closet, you were definitely not expecting to see Felix, one of your roommate’s many friends, with your clothes in his hands. Your baby blue knee-high socks, to be exact.
for you - After worrying for most of the evening about Jisung’s absence, he finally comes home to you, resulting in a very sleepy but loving conversation as you fall asleep together.
Come Here - Taking you home after a night full of drinking, Felix was convinced that the drinks were the only reason you were calling him ‘baby’ the entire night. Luckily for him, you’re there to clear things up the next morning.
*Under Pressure - When trying to tell an insecure Taeyong just how amazing he is doesn’t work, you decide to show him instead.
Worth Each Other - As you’re reading your favorite book together with Changbin, you can’t help but get distracted.
Nightmares - Even after forcing Jisung to finally get some sleep, he ends up having a nightmare. Luckily for him, his best friend is right there for him when he needs them the most.
Floating Adrift - To help Taeyong destress from studying, you take care of him while he’s in subspace.
Drabbles
*Beautiful - Helping an insecure Jimin feel better about himself
hold me - Calming Jisung down after an anxiety attack
you’re gorgeous - Helping Youngjae with his insecurities
[16:43] - While getting undressed for a bath with Seungmin, he decides to try on your skirt
*Feel Better - Treating Seungmin’s injuries with kisses (like a true medical professional)
[06:07] - Cheering Wonho up after he had a nightmare
Untitled - Giving Chan the love and appreciation he deserves
Series
*Alone With You - After storming into your apartment unannounced, Hyunjin finally confides in you about his (now ex) girlfriend. Of course, you let him stay at your place for a bit and give him all the love and support that he needs. While incredibly helpful, it also makes Hyunjin realize something about you that he’s never really noticed before.
(Part 2.5 is just pure smut about Hyunjin recording a video of himself, which he then accidentally sends to you in part 3. If you don’t feel like reading smut, feel free to skip it since you’ll understand the last part without it just fine anyway.)
a/n: please let me know if you’d like for me to write more gender-neutral and/or male readers! i do write those but if you don’t specify it will probably be fem or gender-neutral depending on how i’m feeling. please be sure to specify if that’s important to you!
word count: 1k
content: sub!changkyun, dom!fem!reader, choking, overstimulation, dacryphilia (crying), it’s horny and i got carried away
summary: you wanted him— all of him— but what could you say? he was hypnotizing, and you were all too greedy.
his lips taste like wine against yours as you stumble into the hotel room, burning imprints of each other’s hands against your bodies. every second, every movement feels like muscle memory. his hand cups your cheek to deepen the kiss and your hands fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. the air is hot, and the night is all yours to spend kissing him, touching him, making him moan so softly yet perfectly.
every touch is perfect, every glance is exciting, every kiss is electric. his reactions to everything you do make you giggle, but they also make you want to do more. the way you kiss all over his chest once his shirt is off, pushing him on the bed, groaning in a lively pleasure when he pulls you close, all make him endlessly blissed out.
“how do you want to do this?” you murmur to him, kissing his ear, making it so much harder to concentrate. he can’t think with your hands on him like this, “should i ride you? or… i mean i have a strap-on—”
“ride me, please, i want to feel you,” he mumbles breathlessly, “take what’s yours.”
“with pleasure, now get your pants off,” he follows your order the second you’re off him to throw your clothes off, and you can’t get back in each other’s arms fast enough. it’s so cold without him, “lay on your back.”
your voice is demanding and assertive and he loves the feeling of obeying. he lays back, watching you climb on him, and in a haze you’re already sinking down, adjusting to his size. he grips the sheets as he moans deeply, “o-oh god, you’re incredible.”
“yeah? glad you think so,” you murmur before starting to move slowly, soft moans falling from his pretty lips only spur you on to get him higher, your pleasure building in the process.
and then he says, “choke me,” and it feels like time stops. you stared into his eyes for a second, stunned, and he’s about to take it back before you smirk, leaning forward to wrap your hands around his neck, putting a slight bit of pressure. just enough for him to feel it, wouldn’t want him to get hurt.
although you’re sure that at this point he’d be into it. he loves the way it burns, and you love it just as much. the sight of him with your hands around his neck is such a pretty sight and it’s ingrained in your head, leaving your insides burning and bursting at the seams. everything about this boy was hypnotic, every little movement was a thousand times more attractive when it was his body shuddering at your nails on his back and at the way you kissed him alive. every moan was charming and entrancing if it was his voice and there’s a certain ache to drag more out of him.
he struggles to speak coherently, but he cries out, “harder!” which you happily oblige him. he moans brokenly as he nears his peak, and you’re not far behind.
“look at me when you cum,” you order, and his eyes shut tightly, his face looks pained for a second as he’s so close he must be losing his mind, but then his eyes open and he’s struggling to keep the intense eye contact, feeling so utterly vulnerable and weak as he cums, your hands even tighter around his neck than before, “that’s it, darling, give me all of you. forgive me, but i’m greedy and i want more from you.”
he’s so out of it, he doesn’t comprehend that you’re not going to stop, partly because you haven’t cum yet and partly because you want to torture him. you slow down just so you don’t get too close too soon, but it also has the effect of giving him a moment to relax, and he takes the moment to question you, so you relax your hands slightly as well, “what— what are you doing?”
“what does it look like? i want to cum too,” you roll your eyes like he was dumb for even asking such a question, “and i don’t care if you’re spent, you said i could take what’s mine, and that’s what i’m doing.”
he nods as the high subsides and he starts to feel the pain that came with overstimulation. he grits his teeth, gripping the sheets in his hands tightly. even hiccups as he starts to cry, his eyes big and glossy in the muted light. they’re filled with begs and pleads for mercy as you show nothing when you keep riding him, finally starting to chase your high, gripping his neck tightly again. it’s easy to get so wound up over him when he cries because god it’s hot.
even though it hurts like hell, he feels a second orgasm oncoming, and with how you’re riding him, he’ll reach it quickly. he feels both pain and faintness and he’s practically half conscious, half there when he cums a second time, just after your orgasm hits. he never gets over the pulsating feeling when you orgasm around him, it’s etched into his head. he sobs and moans brokenly through his second orgasm. it feels even more intense, even more shocking and paralyzing than the first.
you finally come to a halt, but he still feels it all. it’s like every inch of his skin is on fire, so much more sensitive, and he’s yet to come down from the high he’s lost in. you get off him, “do you wanna join me in the shower, kyun?”
he groans, but he’s not opposed to where this is going, “i’m not sure my dick can handle it, but absolutely.”
request: I was kinda, maybe, possibly, scrolling through your blog and I saw that Anon’s ask about Wonho’s lisp? And I was wondering if maybe you could write something based on that?
request: pleeeeease write something with wonho and the reader being really possessive i would love you forever
a/n: i’m gonna combine these if you don’t mind also anon you already will love me forever (once again another unrelated gif i just think he’s adorable)
word count: 0.7k
content: sub!wonho, dom!gn!reader, vaguely described handjobs, degradation (lots of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’), don’t actually slut shame or i'll bite you and your bias will never love you <3, it takes a full 180 halfway through and becomes really soft 😔😔
summary: he falls to his knees for you, only you. he’s only yours, and he’ll prove it.
hoseok’s lisp was always cute. to be fair, he was always cute, but the way he couldn’t say certain words without messing them up constantly made you giggle. there’s just a different feeling of adoration when he’s crying and babbling nonsensically, gripping the bed frame with inhuman strength it might just snap as you jerk him off. it’s your words that are really making him so, so weak, “oh, baby, it’ll be okay, this what you get for being a slut. you’re mine, and i’ll make sure you remember that.”
of course he didn’t really do anything wrong, because he never does. he knew that, you knew that, but the image of him seemingly trembling in fear when you glared at him from across the living room was stuck in your brain, and now you were here, jerking him off while he cries at your words like the crybaby he is, “did you enjoy flirting with them? showing your body off to them like a little whore?” he shakes his head, “oh? you didn’t? i don’t believe that. i’m sure you would have loved it if they used you like the dirty slut you are. admit it.”
his eyes plead with you and he begs so quickly he can’t even speak properly, “p-plea— i b-belong to you!! i’m— i’m your whore, your slut!” he stumbles on his words so much it makes you smile, half adoringly and half mockingly. and his lisp makes him even more so precious and cute, even with the words he cries.
you can’t resist slapping his cheek, just to be mean. it’s sad that the poor boy is always so good, such an angel, yet you know he loves to be treated like this. you can see it in the way he moans when you hurt him and from the way he’s already showing signs he’s close, “i’m not convinced. are you sure, sweetie? i think you’re lying to me. you just love the attention, don’t you? i’m sure you’d spread your legs for just about anyone.”
“n-no! that’s not true!” he stutters, “i’m only yours—!”
you scoff, “liar,” your hand cups his cheek, your thumb slipping past his pretty, thick lips, “you’re a cute liar, though. i’ll give you that.”
“‘m not wying,” he grumbles, speaking completely gibberish at this point, and you coo at how he pouts even with your thumb pulling at his lip.
“oh darling,” you giggle endearingly, stopping your movements just as he seems like he’s about to ask if he can cum, “liars don’t get to cum, sweetie. get on your knees.”
he falls to his knees easily, like it’s what he was made to do, pulling your hand to his lips, and kissing the back of it, “only yours,” he murmurs.
“tell me, if you are only mine, why do you show off your body so much? let everyone fantasize about you dominating them and making them feel so good when in reality you’re just my whore?”
he doesn’t give an answer (frankly it’s because he does like the attention), but instead he asks, “how can i prove it to you?”
“hmm,” you hum with a smirk, thinking of all the things you could make him do that he’d oblige in a heartbeat, and then you notice the way his puffy lips become red as he bites them with anticipation and the way his hands fidget as he waits for an answer, for a command that’ll finally put this matter to rest.
you can see all the ways his heart aches to please you in his eyes.
“stand up, darling, kiss me,” you murmur back to him, and though it’s not what he was expecting, he does it with easy, pulling you close and holding your waist, smiling against your lips when your hands touch all over him, even giggling slightly when it feels somewhat ticklish, which makes you giggle too, “you’re adorable.”
he smiles as you kiss shoulder, your hand resuming jerking him off, and all the same waves of desperation come rushing back to him, “o-oh god— can i c-cum?”
you leave a few more pecks and wet kisses before addressing him, “yes, baby, go ahead. show me how you fall apart just for me, how i’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”
“yeah, o-only you,” he breathes, before his eyes shut tightly and he buries his face into your neck, crying out softly as he cums.
a/n: it’s not really hard dom at all despite the title i apologize.
word count: <1.0k
content: sub!kihyun, dom!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), that’s it really it’s not super intense or anything
summary: you have such a helpful assistant.
“excuse me, miss?” his voice calls out from the other side of the door, pulling your attention away from what you were doing, “i have your papers!”
“come in, kihyun,” you respond as he sets the stack of papers down on your desk, “thank you.”
“of course, miss, is there anything else you need?”
“can you make me a coffee?” you ask, but it’s not even a question, it’s just the polite way to say ‘i pay you to do what i ask so make me a coffee’, “you know how i like it.”
“y-yeah, of course, miss, right away,” he stumbles away, disappearing for a moment. you chuckle in your seat watching him walk away from your office and to the break room. he’s a cute guy, and his cheeks are always so red he might as well be a strawberry.
kihyun was a good assistant, no doubt about it. he was so meticulous about his work, making sure to always have his papers neat and organized and you’re sure he hasn’t made a single mistake the entire time he’s worked for you.
but there’s just something about him that makes it’s so hard to keep your relationship professional. he’s gotta to know and feel it too; there’s a weird tension between you two. it’s not bad, it’s just off.
“alright, here’s your coffee, miss,” you hear him murmur, bringing you out of your daze. you didn’t even hear him come in or hear the door at all, but you reach out to take the coffee, taking a sip but burning your tongue when it’s too hot, “ah! be careful! you’re gonna give me a heart attack...”
“that’s no way to talk to your boss, yoo,” you tease, but his heart stops for just a second. clearly he didn’t get that you were joking until you start giggling at his nervous face, “oh, you’re too adorable, ki.”
he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact, probably unsure of what to say, “is there anything else i can do for you?”
“can i ask you a question?” he nods, “do you like me?” his eyes widen, and he almost flinches backward, shocked by your words.
“w-what? what do you— i’m your assistant! you don’t — you seriously aren’t— you’re not trying to imply that i—” he sputters, his thoughts moving faster than his lips.
“come on, kihyun,” your voice lowers in pitch, seductive in the way your words leave your lips, “don’t deny. i know the way you look at me isn’t just devotion to your job.”
“i—” he starts, somewhat speechless, before sighing, “i’m sorry, i know it’s unprofessional, i shouldn’t have these feelings. please don’t fire me for this, i promise this won’t negatively affect my productivity or my work.”
“oh i’m sure of that,” you smirk, and he looks up at you with a confused glint in his eyes, “either get out and get back to work, or lock the door, and come here. your choice, and if you want, we can forget this happened at all if you walk out that door.”
he walks towards the door, hesitating for a second with his hand hovering over the door handle, before choosing to lock it. you smile at his decision, motioning him to come over to you with your finger,“what do you want me to do, miss?”
you keep eye contact as you remove your panties and heels, “come sit between my legs and eat me out. make yourself useful for me.”
he nods, walking around your desk to sit as you turn your chair to the side so he can kneel down. you place a leg over his shoulder and keep the other one to the side and he immediately pulls your skirt up, taking his first taste with a groan.
you sigh peacefully, slouching more into the chair as he eats you out, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling and handling him around just how you like. it remains mostly quiet, if not for your soft moans and the sublte sounds he makes too, groaning every now and then.
“come on, ki, make me cum,” you whisper, and it’s just like anything else at this job for him: he’s given a task and he’ll do it well. he’s good at multitasking, tongue fucking while also using his nose to stimulate your clit. you curse softly, under your breath, as he brings you over the edge, clutching his head tighter and grinding just a bit against his face to get the most out of this orgasm.
you finally let go of him, you know, so he can breathe, when the pleasure subsides. you both stay like that for a few moments, breathing heavily for seperate reasons, “alright, well, that’s all i need from you for now, but i think i’ll need you a bit later, you know, for some paperwork.”
he rolls his eyes at the obvious sarcasm and the underlying meaning behind your words, “of course, paperwork. does this ‘paperwork’ require me to bring lube or something?”
“watch your mouth,” you hiss again, but he knows it’s just teasing this time, “but no. i’ve already got some.”
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a/n: this is because of you 🖤 anon so i hope you like it <3 (he’s so beautiful it hurts me)
word count: 0.7k
content: sub!wonho, dom!gn!reader, of course since it’s wonho we call him bunny, no title for reader, handjobs, teasing, kissing, fun times
summary: he whines for you to please not tease him, but you can’t stop— it’s just too much fun.
he’s kissing you, holding you close by your waist until you pull away. he doesn’t even recognize for a second that you pull away, leaning his head forward, his lips chasing after yours for a brief moment. his eyes plead with you not to tease him like this, but it’s all too fun.
“what’s wrong, bunny?” you ask tauntingly, cupping his cheek with your hand as you leave ghostly faint pecks on the corner of his lips. he tries to pull you back in, but you only giggle at his neediness, “be patient, bunny, let me play with you first.”
a whine dies in his throat, but he nods, still holding you closely. you press your lips to his jaw, moving down to his neck, and he instinctively moves his head so you have better access to his neck. a subtle sign of submission, if you will, allowing you to do whatever you please with him.
but after minutes of only kissing his neck, sometimes biting down just to make sure he’s not getting too comfortable, he’s even needier and more desperate, “p-please, you’ve teased me long enough, i need more, please, y/n—”
“ah! your mine, little bunny, so i can tease you for as long as i want,” you move your knee in between his legs to tease him even more, the light pressure on his crotch is enough to affect him but not enough to satisfy him, “you’re so cute when you’re desperate, hoho, i should really do this more often,” he whines at your words, “hm? you don’t want me to ruin you? fill you with so much love and pleasure you can’t even remember your name? what a shame,”
“a-ah!” he cries out when your hand finally sneaks under his pants and touches his cock under his underwear, searching for any surface to stabilize himself on. your touches and motions are restricted because you never bothered to get him out of his pants, but that’s the least of his concerns right now. it’s still so much better than the teasing that felt like hours even though it was probably only ten minutes.
already having been so desperate and worked up from your teasing meant that there was no way he could last long. he usually couldn’t, but even more so today. he can’t help the fact that he’s easy to pleasure and work up, little kisses make him forget what he was doing and little touches make him whine so cutely.
“mmm, isn’t this so dirty, bunny?” you whisper in his ear, making him shiver, “how about you make yourself a dirty mess for me? cum inside your pants, alright sweetie?” he nods, groaning when he feels close, “it’s okay, dear, cum for me.”
he puts his hand over his mouth, trying to contain his moans, but you stop him, saying, “don’t do that, let me hear you,” he would have fallen, his knees just giving out, if it weren’t for the wall behind him and for your grip on him, your other hand jerking him off through his panting until the last second, before pulling it out.
he breathes heavily, closing his eyes as he revels in how good it feels, “o-oh my god, t-thank you.”
“of course, bunny, that’s what you get for being so good and patient for me. i’m so proud of you,” you kiss his once more, and though the atmosphere is much softer, you still smile against his lips, pulling away, “oh, but my hand got all dirty when i was playing with you, can you clean me up?”
his hand reaches out to hold your wrist, pulling it up so he can lick your fingers clean of his cum, trying to keep eye contact but failing to, “you’re so easily embarrassed, bunny, so precious,” you smile. his licking and sucking on your fingers, lingering just a touch too long (no such thing exists) before dropping your wrist and pulling you close to him, pressing kisses to your cheeks and nose.
“ahh! bunny!” you yell, letting him kiss you until he’s satisfied, which takes a moment. once he does lets you go, you shake your head in a fake disbelief, but he can see you’re smiling, “let’s go get you cleaned up. then you can kiss me all you want.”
a/n: no this is definitely not based on that one line from that one song absolutely not
word count: 1.1k
content: sub!hyungwon, dom!fem!reader, lowkey it’s not super fem but kinda so i’ll just say that it is, pegging (it’s vaguely described), oral (reader receiving), cursing, derogatory name calling (whore and slut), title (master), it’s intense and then gets kinda cute at the end
summary: choke me like you hate me— but you love me.
“choke me,” he groans, and of course you oblige, pressing a hand against his neck as you thrust into him, applying enough pressure to get him moaning more even despite being unable to breathe, but he is not satisfied, “harder.”
it feels like he’s never satisfied, always asking more of you, always wanting to be slapped harder or choked tighter or fucked faster, even when he cums he’s never satisfied. you try to give him what he wants, but it’s just never enough for him. he’s either falling asleep if you met at his house or leaving immediately if you met at yours. it sucks that your heart had gotten attached to someone who clearly only saw you as friends with benefits, “beg for it like a good boy.”
he rolls his eyes, but does as asked, “please, please choke me harder. i need it, i need you, all of you, please just hurt me more and more.”
part of you already wants to give in. the way his pretty lips look when he pouts already has you tending to every wish of his, but you remember where you are: in hyungwon’s bed, being two souls where only one seems to love the other, and so if he won’t be satisfied, you won’t be either, “no. no, that’s not good enough. beg for it like the fucking whore i know you are.”
he seems a bit startled by your intense energy, “p-please, tighten your grip, don’t ever let go, let me breathe. i’m all yours, your pretty whore, right? i’m yours, all yours, just treat me like you hate me,” his eyes shut tightly as he pleads, but his words only anger you further. it feels like he knows, he knows you love him and yet he begs you to do something you just can’t; you don’t hate him. no part of you hates the tall and quiet but somehow still talkative pretty boy that was under you right now.
and so your hand collides with his cheek, but you can see from the way he smiles that it’s exactly what he wants, “oh god, please, hurt me. i’m you’re fucking slut,” and it becomes a cycle of getting angry, hurting him, and then getting more angry because that’s what he wants.
“shut up. i’ll gag you if you don’t,” you spit, and he shivers under you, “oh, i forgot you’d like that. what if i did this?” you muse as your fingers cross his lips and before he’s quite aware of what’s happening, your fingers are between his teeth, “see that’s so much nicer. you’re prettier when you’re quiet,” you continue to keep pressure against his neck with one hand and keeping the other against his mouth, fingers effectively gagging him as your hips continuously snap forward quickly until his moans, even with your hand, are getting louder and his body is tensing up, “come on, cum for me, show me how much of a bottom slut you are.”
and, whether or not he was trying to obey, his body does. you move your hands just so you can hear his voice when he orgasms, his movements so erratic and against his will, his hands reach out to hold onto your shoulders for stability, and he’s left reeling from it for a few minutes.
“do you want me to eat you out,” he suddenly asks, but there’s no kindness or love in his words. it feels just like a returned favor, but you nod. he’s good at pleasing you physically at least. he slips off the bed, his knees hitting the hardwood floors harder than necessary, but you don’t say anything. his hands hold the inside of your thighs, pressing gentle, but teasing kisses, “ah, you smell so good, my— my master.”
he licks lazily and slowly, but his nose stimulates your clit and the way he moans into you makes your body react so perfect, “m-master, huh? i could get used to that.”
“really? alright, master, thank you for taking care of me so sweetly, i’ll be sure to repay the favor,” he grins, breathing in your scent once more before you lose your patience and hold him by his hair, forcing his head still.
“i’m tired of waiting, whore, either please me or i’ll leave,” you threaten, but it’s empty. all your threats are truly empty because there’s no way you could be this detached.
he always makes you feel good though, never letting you leave without at least making you orgasm once. there’s something about that that made your heart a little weaker. though he continues at it like a champ for a few minutes, getting more intense and sloppy with his technique second by second, the way he says the title you’ve fallen in love with hearing from his voice, “master,” he whispers, “let me pull you over the edge, please, use me, use me, i love you.”
you don’t even get the chance to question him or why the hell he just said that when your orgasm washes over you and you hold him by the back of his head to grind against his face, riding out your orgasm. he pulls away once you’ve stopped, smirking even as his lips are even more swollen and his face is red and glistening with you on it.
it takes a moment for you to calm down, but the second you do, the thoughts spiral out of control, “what the fuck did you say just now?”
his eyes lower as he stares at his hands, suddenly too bashful to look you in the eye, a stark contrast to his overflowing confidence just now, “i… i don’t know. i’ve tried to hide it because i know i’m just your fuck buddy. it just hurts so much because you treated me like you loved me but i know that’s not true—”
“hyungwon, and i mean this in the most loving way possible, please shut the fuck up,” you groan, pulling him so close you can feel his unsteady breath and rapid heartbeat, “i love you too.”
“o-oh,” he breathes, leaning down to faintly kiss your lips, holding onto your jaw as if he was afraid of making any sudden movements, “well that would have been good to know before i just accepted that i’d rather you be rough with me then pretend to be nice.”
“can i sleep with you tonight?” you ask, and you feel his head nod.
“please, stay the night. maybe you could cook me breakfast in the morning. maybe i’ll hug you from behind and kiss you and distract you from cooking,” he chuckles to himself, “maybe we could really say ‘i love you’.”
