jerking off wonbin in front of the mirror and hes a whimpering mess 😁
a casual friday evening. you came back home from work early, meeting all the deadlines, and were greeted by your smiley boyfriend. who was also rather…affectionate. like he was trying to butter you up. it all later made sense when he asked if you two could try something different today in the bedroom. to which, you oblige. happily.
so here you two are, him on his knees, ass to his heels, and you behind him in the same position but legs spread so he’s in between you. he’s completely bare while you’re still in your matching red lace bra and panties. his favourite. the mirror of your wide closet leaves nothing to imagination, showing you all the crevices of your man.
you’ve been caressing his body for the past 15 minutes, agonisingly slow especially around his most “attentive” area. kisses planted across his neck and back of shoulders, bites and hickeys laced over his upper half. his hands are on your thighs, desperately gripping on as if he was about to faint any second. pathetic mewls and whines leave his lips as he gets increasingly more needy.
“b-babe—fuck—c-cmon. please just touch me now.”, he whispers out to you, face turned to look at you. wonbin’s terrible at eye contact, unless it’s to get what he wants.
“is my baby impatient? i thought i taught you better than that.”, you coo, in his ear. while speaking, your hands trail up to his neck, and give them a soft squeeze.
“mmm—it’s not fair. you’ve been doing this for ages. i’m ready now…please.”
would be hard to say that his begging didn’t add to the already forming pool in between your legs.
you grab his chin and face him towards you, then land your lips on his. the kiss is sloppy, his whole head and mouth being guided by you. it was like he was completely giving up his body to you.
your hand finds its place on his leaking dick, flushed red with excitement. starting with slow strokes up and down his dick, wonbin tries his hardest to not jerk up immediately into your hand. he always wants to be good for you.
“how does that feel binnie?”, you ask, knowing full well he’s slowly losing his consciousness.
he hums in response. but that’s not enough for you.
“words, bin.”, you assert.
he bites his lip then releases to talk, “it feels good. it feels so good. please go fast—hah! fuck!”. mid sentence, your hands pick up pace, especially over his sensitive tip.
“you were saying?”, you tease, smiling against his redding cheek.
his head tosses back, onto your shoulder and you admire his figure in the mirror in front of you both. you continue to plaster kisses to his neck, stopping to suck on areas, leaving deeper purple spots.
wonbin is lost in the pleasure. his hips are rocking back and forth, and he’s bucking all the way into the hole your hand make. the moans and whimpers that fall from his pretty pink lips, swollen from the kisses you’ve been giving him, sound ethereal.
“ngh—ngh! s-shit! faster faster more please—fuck!”, he moans out, drool dripping out his mouth, eyebrows deeply furrowed.
his desperation laying before your eyes turned you on more than ever.
pulling down his head by his chin, you forced him to take in the sight of himself. not wanting to, feeling so shy, wonbin turns away to bury his face into your neck. hand still relentlessly pumping, his scrunched up face is more than visible to you now.
“look at yourself, puppy. look at how desperate you are. how fucked-out you are. all for me, right?”, you coo in his ears. you force his face towards the mirror, squishing his cheeks together.
his eyes can’t help but fall down to where you both meet, staring intently at the filth. your hand is glossy with his precum, his dick is painted red, with veins bulging out. his neck and chest is decorated with purple and red spots.
you notice wonbin’s hips move faster into your hand. but it’s almost more…sensual. he’s using his back to fuck up into you, creating a wave with his body. his hands are on both sides of your legs now, using them to hold himself up so he can do this. it wasn’t like before where he just rutted into you. no… it was like he was trying to look…sexy.
“binnie…did you get turned on looking at the mirror?”, you ask, already knowing the answer.
but instead of a response, you get a one second stare then he collides his lips unto yours.
“seeing you do this to me just got me—mmph!—so turned on. i-i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”, he eventually replies, his pleasure getting the best of the smoothness of his words.
you let out a little laugh in response, and reassure him there’s nothing wrong with him.
his honesty encouraged you to go even faster, using your spare hand to assist.
“n-no—no—no! fuckfuckfuck wait wait—no!—i c-can’t—ugh!”, he babbles out, the stimulation driving him crazy.
he feels his mind go to fuzz, his only thought being that he needs to cum.
his hips begin to stutter, whimpers of your name and curses jump out his mouth, and he’s tapping and slapping at your laps and arms to get you to slow down. wonbin tries to get out of your grasps, attempting to crawl up out of your hold, but you tighten the space he’s in between you.
“there’s no escaping, honey. you’re taking alllll of this.”, you command, your voice low and silky.
“agh!—b-baby wait please please i’m gonna cum o-oh my go-nghhhh!”, he sobs out, tears streaming down his face. his eyes roll back, and his legs chest heaves up and down irregularly.
“you gonna cum? you wanna cum for me wonbin?”, you whisper in his ear.
“yes yes! i wanna cum for you! so fucking bad. please let me, fuck please let me cum!”
“i-i’m cumming—fuck—shitshitshit—mmphhhh oh my fucking—hah!!”, and with that, his back arches against you, head stretched against your shoulder, ropes of hot cum shooting out his spent dick. his hands claw at your laps, like he needs to ground himself or he’d evaporate.
after he calms down, he plants soft kisses on your face, adding small thank yous. what a cutie.
a/n: lmk in asks if you want more, and what you thought of it my sweetiepies💞💞
