a/n: this is a part 2! please read part 1 here before reading this (or don’t i won’t tell you what to do).
word count: 1.3k
content: sub!siren!kihyun, dom!human!reader, voice kink, blowjobs, once again the sub/dom tones are pretty light, kihyun is a cutie pie in this omg i’m in love, vv soft, i mean it’s not touched on but kihyun was a virgin in part 1
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returning to a normal life was harder than you thought. kihyun must have forgotten to mention (or maybe he just didn’t know because it’s not like he’s ever had sex before you, the poor thing) the link you now shared. every step that wasn’t in the direction of the beach felt like you were being pulled towards it.
so with a sigh, you pack a bag and decide to go out to the beach for a bit by yourself. the drive is quite, save for some tunes you play, but the air is cool and the world just feels peaceful for the first time in a while.
the second your feet hit the sand, you realize something: you have no idea how you’re going to find kihyun.
you had no idea where you were when he found you and he brought you back to the beach when you were asleep, so it wasn’t like you knew where to look. but each step toward the water felt right, so after you set your things down and took a deep breath, you allowed yourself to walk out towards the horizon, the water progressively getting higher and higher, until you could swim. maybe leaving your stuff behind was a dumb move, but rational thought wasn’t something you’ve been good at since you met kihyun.
even though he doesn’t seem to be around, being in the water just felt right, better than being cooped up in your room. you’re not consumed but the feeling of his voice this time, so you find it easy to come up
for oxygen.
“my love,” you hear faintly, turning yourself around in the water to see him, “let’s get to land, yeah? wouldn’t want a repeat of last time,” for the first time, the realization hits you: how can he speak underwater? maybe that’s another siren thing. he swims to meet you in a hug, but also pulls you and brings you up so you could get oxygen quicker.
“oh, but there’s people by the shore. i’m going to need to take you somewhere else, okay?” you nod.
“just get us somewhere private,” you mutter, and he does exactly that. it’s a bit further away, and he’s a faster swimmer than you can keep up with, even when you’re just holding onto his waist and letting him pull you along.
but he easily finds a little cove for you to find your sanctuary in. immediately, the second you’re out of the water, you’re all over each other. each kiss is ended with hushed and whispered declarations of love and each touch is packed with so much raw energy every nerve inside of you is on fire.
he holds you tight, because it’s been weeks, and he finally, finally has you back. you didn’t abandon him. you didn’t do what you did just to escape your fate, though he wouldn’t blame you if you did, “you really did it. you really came back for me.”
“of course i did, what was i supposed to do without my pretty little siren?”
“you’re barely bigger than me!” he pouts. maybe it was just that he wasn’t human, but he was definitely a bit smaller than a guy would be on average, “you know at some point i’d like to know your name.”
“i don’t know, i think it’s fun that you call me your love,”
“because that’s what you told me to call you!”
you look over with a raised eyebrow, “and you do it only because i told you so?” you lean in closer, and he instinctively leans back, wide eyes. your lips brush his, and any words he tries to say die in his throat, “well aren’t you obedient?”
he makes small, faint sounds that are absolutely adorable, but they’re muffled by your mouth when you kiss him. his small hands grasping for your arms or really anything to latch onto as he feels himself slip away. his unclothed body was something of a convenience, as you easily moved down with your bottom lip so tantalizingly close to his tip, he can feel your breath on him and it’s deadly.
“kihyunnie,” you murmur, and he hums back, gazing over at you with soft and hazy eyes, “make sure to be loud for me, so even the people back at the shore can hear you.”
and he thought you would tease him a bit, get him used to the feeling, but you don’t. immediately you take all of him in your mouth that you can fit, and he cries out, “o-oh my!” he squeezes his eyes shut, completely overwhelmed with the feeling.
you pull back just to smirk, wiping the spit on your chin with your hand, “oh, you’re so easy, baby. it’s adorable.”
“i’ve never been with someone… sexually before you,” he murmurs, “i don’t know what a lot of this feels like. most of the time i was just killing people, not getting my dick sucked.”
“oh my pretty siren, don’t use such foul language. you’re far too gorgeous for that,”
his cheeks flush, and it’s such a soft sight that it makes your heart swell, “please don’t say such things.”
“why? am i lying?” you smile, gently taking home of his chin to force his gaze to meet yours, “you’re even more adorable when you’re shy, my kihyun.”
“p-please,”
“oh right, where was i?” you muse before taking him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. he’s flustered easily by your words, so maybe this was the best case scenario for him, but he’s left with how right you were: he was so easy to get messed up.
but this was every bit as nice for you as it was for him. his voice truly must be magical because his loud whimpers and moans and cries are music to your ears and you can feel yourself getting worked up by just his voice.
he gets louder and louder, and though you were joking when you mentioned him being loud enough so the people at the shore could hear, he might just be. he’s so, so close, and you look up to see his staring back at you, half-lidded and teary eyes gazing into yours.
“o-oh my love, love please i- i uh, i’m gonna—!” he babbles, making adorable little sounds before he hits his high, his body seizing up in a shock.
you help him through it, using your hand for what your mouth couldn’t account for, and pull back when he tries to wiggle away. he’s breathless, eyes closed, but his hand reaches out for yours. you easily grasp his hand, both silent save for his heavy breaths.
“should… should i return the favor?” he asks, but you shake your head.
“next time, ki. i actually wanted to ask you something,” you raise your intertwined hands to kiss the back of his, “how long can you survive away from water?”
“i’m… i’m not sure? i’ve never been out of it for longer than a few hours.”
“then…” you murmur, “let me take you on a date.”
“a date? what would that entail?” he asks, but he doesn’t need any convincing: you could see it in his face.
“maybe we’ll get dinner and i could take you to my favorite boba shop. and i suppose we could go back to my apartment and you could return the favor then,” you run your free hand over his chest, feeling the vibrations when he hums in thought.
“i… i’d like that,” he looks up to avoid your eyes, but he meets them suddenly, “and are you seriously not going to tell me your name?!”
Cutie RedCarpet! Jooheon in a subby&needy moodTM, food play aka fooling around with whipped cream and other sweet stuff because he's a good boy and he deserves the attention :D
Whipped For You
note: this turned out as a headcanon because my fic brain wasn't working
word count: 685
includes- sub!Jooheon x dom!reader (calling the reader Miss), food play, use of a tie, blowjob
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summary: You come to your boyfriend's hotel room after an award show to celebrate their win with something you let slip from the buffet.
you invite yourself over to his hotel room after an award show
as soon as he opens the door for you, you attack his lips, grabbing onto his neck to pull him in closer
he’s still wearing his suit, only having loosened his tie and you help him pull it off entirely, your mouth working on the exposed flesh of his neck
“I missed you Miss, did you like the performance?”
it’s hard for him to talk properly when you bite down his neck harshly, decorating him with hickeys
“I loved it! And I couldn’t be prouder of you for winning best performance! I even let something from the food table slip.”
he looks at you with big, excited eyes when you show him the whipped cream
grabbing his hand, you lead him to the bed, telling him to lean back so you can tie his hands to the bed frame
you slowly unbutton his shirt, leaving a trail mark of kisses down his torso, the lipstick staining his caramel skin
he tries to grind his hips up against you, but you still him with a hand on his thigh
“Please Miss, I need you so bad, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day!”
when his shirt is fully opened, you spray a line of whipped cream from his pants to his neck, darting out your tongue to lick him clean in one motion
you repeat this action, spraying cream on his nipples and belly, always making sure you clean every spot before you make him dirty again
his bulge grows in size every time your wet digit drags along his skin, teasing his sensitive flesh
as much as he appreciated the extra care and attention, he couldn’t help the begs that spilled from his lips, pleading you to touch him more
when you finally give in, you open his pants just far enough to pull out his cock
“so dirty and wet… do I have to lick you clean here too?”
“Please Miss, need you so bad”
and he really means it, he feels so weak and lost under your touch that he was sure he could cum the moment your mouth wrapped around his length
you know that too, so instead you decorate his cock with whipped cream, making him whimper from the unusual sensation
you go very slow, licking him inch by inch until he is shuddering under you crying out for more friction
you suck on his tip, pressing your tongue against the top to catch the precum that was spilling out of him
letting your head sink further down, your hands roam back up his body, the saliva you had spread across his skin making it easy for you to glide up and down
you start to bob your head slowly, stopping every time his cock starts to twitch
he is pulsating against you tongue, face covered in sweat as he tries his hardest to be good for you and hold back his orgasm a little longer
“Please Miss, I’m so close, can you move faster?”
thinking about how patient he had been all day makes you give into his pleas, picking up your pace until his cock hits the back of your throat repeatedly
you pull his pants down further, hands kneading the soft flesh of his ass that had not been touched yet
the rough grip makes him wince in pain, cock throbbing inside your mouth as he is too high on pleasure to keep his cool
you give him two taps against his ass, your signal for him to cum and he instantly complies, back arching off the bed as even the tie can’t hold him back anymore
once he calmed down, you help him take off his clothes entirely, moving him under the blanket so you can cuddle and watch tv
“I ripped the tie”, he says with a little pout, holding out the broken fabric, but you ensure him that it’s alright and you’ll buy him a new one
a/n: wassup fam how is everyone? of course i love one (1) boy and that is lee hoseok so here ya go.
i’m only writing this because i’m like an inch taller than him and i was having thots
shh let me have my fun
so anyway
starting us off
maybe you’re hugging and it’s all cute n shit
his head rests gently on your chest and you rest your hands on his waist
but then your hand starts moving lower and he’s about to question you until he feels you grab at his ass
he squeaks, his strong hands holding onto your shoulders for support because god his knees feel weak when he’s in your arms
the thought that you can do whatever you want to his body whenever you want really gets him going ngl
he do be big and strong but he crumbles and practically falls to his knees the second he hears you murmur his nickname
“bunny~"
god he just feels so small but loved when you whisper that name
give him the world the boy deserves it
he’ll do anything to get praise honestly the praise kink do be strong w this one
you wanna sit on his face? yes of course goddess take a seat on your throne.
you wanna jerk him off and overstimulate him? baby will be crying and begging your name but won’t actually say stop nor the safe word. not his favorite but he’ll deal.
you wanna peg him? pLEASE do he’s a fan. especially when you go h a r d and s l o w he just collapses because he’s not strong enough to hold himself up.
it feels too good for him to focus on holding himself up.
watch him make a little game out of it that he never wins cuz it all feels too good :((
honestly i vibe w him wanting to try out positions that show off his immense strength.
like he’s not all that flexible so he can’t do a lot of the out there bottom positions but y’all can improvise.
never said he wouldn’t be the top he’s just not the dom.
bruh imagine like he has to hold you up the whole time with nothing to alleviate some of your weight on (like a wall)
and he does really well!! he can hold you up and steady the whole time you fuck bc like have you seen him of course he can.
but after he comes once and you still keep going...
that’s when he starts to lose focus on holding you up because you make his mind fuzzy :(( n you make whole body tremble :(((
n he’s so immersed in the pleasure that he doesn’t notice he’s not really holding you up anymore.
(bruh imagine he drops your ass and like it kinda hurts but he’s more distressed about it than you lol)
i am 100% that this boy would like to be manhandled. for sure.
hold him down, grip his arm tightly to move him where you want him, pull him down and force him to his knees, anything and everything you wanna do he wants you to do.
basically anything that makes him feel small and weak for you.
thanks for coming to my horny ted talk fam please come again.
a/n: welcome back to emma being the softest dom in literal existence pls enjoy.
a/n: thank you for the request! this was vv fun to write!! i have no idea how this just became a kihyun blog lol i guess i only write for him now
word count: 0.5k
content: sub!kihyun, dom!gender neutral!reader, pet names (baby, babe, darling, angel, etc you get the gist), handjobs, i’m so soft today so this isn’t really what i think kihyun is like as a sub
“hey baby,” you murmur with a kiss to his cheek as you sit on his lap. his hands unconsciously wrap around you as you rest your head against his shoulder, “how’s my favorite boy?”
“i’m alright,” he whispers, leaning his head against yours, “could you move a bit, though? you’re—”
“you’re so pretty, babe,” you cut him off, cupping his cheek with one hand, “what’s up?”
“y-your butt is on my—”
“i can’t hear you, darling, speak up,” you tease, smirking as he struggles with words. kihyun, for all his confidence and stage presence, was remarkably shy when it came to voicing his needs.
“you’re impossible,” he sighs, “why do i deal with you? i— oh fuck,” he drawls out the word with a moan in such a sinful way when you rub your hand against his clothed crotch. you’re, for the most part, alone, but some friends were in the next room. how absolutely tragic it would be if they also go to hear how beautiful he sounded like this. his voice was yours, only yours to hear like this.
“let me help you, baby,” you mumble, kissing the spot under his ear that made him so weak, evident by the whimper he lets out, “you’re working so hard right now with the comeback, let me help you relax.”
“o-okay,” he sighs, relaxing his tense muscles. poor boy had been working so hard for the comeback and he hadn’t been focused on anything but perfecting his vocals (you can tell becuase his voice, though still pretty, is strained and tired) and the choreography.
“tell me what you want baby, i’m not going to do anything you don’t want, alright?”
“could you…” he tries, with the prettiest of pink cheeks, “please take care of me? i wanna cum for you.”
“mm? you wanna cum for me, baby?” you smile at the pretty boy, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to jerk him off. you spit in your hand before actually touching him, allowing you some lubrication. you set a slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm him.
“y-you always say i’m pretty when i cum,” he mumbles shyly, “wanna be pretty for you.”
“baby, you’re always pretty,” you say as he whines at the praise, “i’m serious, angel, you’re so beautiful. every second of every day i spend astonished at how perfect you are,” he’s truly a confident person, so you have no doubts he would agree with you smugly in any other situation, but he’s always just so, so soft and timid when you would take care of him. you just can’t help but coo at how precious he is, “but you’re right, you’re especially pretty when you cum. so why don’t you show me how pretty you are?”
he doesn’t need much more time to reach his high, poor boy was just so stressed that he didn’t even realize how needy he was for you until you were all up on him. he’s always so grateful for you.
he’s just less of a fan of the way you let him cum on his red suit he has to perform in soon. that’ll be a fun thing to explain to the manager.
a/n: congrats to joo for releasing his newest mixtape!!! 🥺🥺 wow i’m just so proud of him he’s such a hard worker and an incredible person!!
a/n: based off the song i have attached to this post! please stan lolo she’s my queen 😔✌️
a/n: y’all ngl i’m actually really happy with how this turned out 😳😳
word count: 1.0k
content: fem! reader, angst with a happy ending, riding the sadness out of a boy lol, possessiveness, marking, hickies, all that fun stuff.
taglist: @sjkdm @lovingonrepeat @maknaeronix
“hey!” you yell, snapping jooheon out his his daze. he can’t describe how he feels in your prescense. on one hand, you’re irresistible and incredible and everything about you is just so enchanting, your eyes are hypnotic and he feels his heart race everytime you wink at him.
however, on the other hand... you’re unreliable. everytime he tries to get close to you, you back away. you can’t seem to decide where you want to stand with him. one day you’re kissing his jaw faintly and all he wants is to be yours, but the next moment you pretend he doesn’t exist. it’s so frustrating! and it’s tiring. he can’t keep getting so hopeful just for you to wreck it because you decide you find someone better.
he tells himself he doesn’t need you, and in a way, he’s right. but he wants you. you make his mind foggy in the perfect way and he can’t let the ghostly feelings of pleasure you give him disappear, he needs to feel it all.
but now the door of the hotel room is locked, and every inch of his body is on fire. he wants to cry out when your hand finally brushes his painfully hard cock, but he keeps himself together.
“hey,” you repeat, finally drawing his attention. he’s so terrified and confused and excited at the prospect of what the night holds for him, but he can already tell by the way you handle him that you’re here for the power, not for any feelings. the rush of the high he feels is almost enough for you.
he feels conflicted. part of his is crying out. he feels so much more than you do, and he knows he feels so more than you do. it’s a terrifying prospect because all he wants is your love and he knows it’s the one thing he can’t have.
“yeah?”
“you’re quiet now. what gives?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, and he wants to chuckle at how pathetic he feels. all you care for is the feelings it’ll give you, and all he cares for is the feelings he has for you.
he doesn’t want to make the request, but he knows it’s his only option if he wants to forget it all. he pulls hand that was previously resting on the back of your neck to keep you close to him forward and his thumb faintly brushes your skin as he whispers, “make me forget it all, please.”
you raise your hand to hold his against your cheek, smiling softly, and for a second, he has hope, and that’s all he needs, “of course, sit down.”
he sits on the edge of the bed, still fully dressed and miserable about that fact. you take your time to unbutton your shirt, teasing him by turning around to take it off. your skirt is next, and once again you take it off painfully slow with that smirk on your face. the lights in the hotel room are soft and dim, so he doesn’t get the perfect view he wants, but he supposes it’ll do.
your undergarments are next, and he loses all thoughts of anything but you once your bra hits the floor. every inch of you was perfect. every mark and every scar made you looks so real and so beautiful.
“you gotta strip too, big boy,” you giggle, and that is more than enough to get him to rip off his clothes as fast as he possibly can. his desperation keeps you giggling, and you both smile softly. it’s a more gentle moment when you finally sit on his lap, pressing ghostly kisses on his neck. his hands gently hold your waist as he breathes. he gasps when you bite down, and he can feel you smirk against his skin, “can i tie your wrists?” you whisper, and he nods.
you don’t have much to tie him up with, so his belt will have to do. you make sure it’s loose enough for him to get out of if need be, and you resume marking his neck and chest. his breaths are heavier and he looks wrecked before you even got to the main part, “please.”
and you don’t care to tease him, not today. today is all about him, and you’ll make him feel higher than he’s ever been no matter how long or what it takes. you’re already so wet, as you can tell by the shine on his thigh, that there’s no need to wait any longer.
you take a breath before sinking down completely. he sighs shakily at the feeling. it’s far too much for him all at once, but by all means, he wants to feel overwhelmed. you experimentally start rotating your hips ever so slightly, but it’s enough to get a reaction out of him, “s-shit! oh my god— you’re incredible.”
“i know, babe,” you smirk, leaning in, and snapping your hips forward, making him cry out, “and you’re beautiful like this.”
your comment barely registers in his head, but he smiles genuinely. maybe it was just a heat of the moment declaration, but he refused to let it go. you’d have to rip the hope right out of his heart.
you don’t speak for the rest of the time, instead focusing on the noises he makes. he’s getting so close— you both can feel it— and it’ll only take a little bit longer until he’s there, “forget it all, baby, the only thing you have to remember is that you’re mine.”
he’s yours, he’s yours, he’s your—
he cums with a shout, and you’re not too far behind. the room is left silent, save for both of your heavy breathing, and you make sure to kiss him on the lips this time instead.
a/n: there’s a reference in there, see if you can spot it. i’ll give whoever spots it.... idk like a sticker? you want a sticker?
a/n: @lovingonrepeat hey look i did it!
word count: 0.8k
content: 30% crop top, 70% the reader calling shownu gorgeous, i’m so sorry that man is beautiful, light edging, hickies, ok the concept is shownu in that goddamn crop top.
taglist: @skjdln
(from @/dollar smile on pinterest)
you’d been dating shownu for a few weeks now, and there’s no denying his body is a work of art. though, his strong arms and his impressive build are just bonuses for the sweet dork you were dating.
you were currently on the phone, wondering if you could drop by after his shoot to drop of“you’re coming to my shoot?”
“do you mind? i was just gonna drop by to give you your charger back that you left at my place. i guess you can come pick it up later if you’d rather there do that, that’s fine as well.”
“no, you can come. i have a break at 4:30, so come then.”
“got it,” you answer before hanging up the phone.
4 o’clock arrives, but you’re too impatient to wait so you drive over to meet him and decide you’ll just watch him in his element. that was mistake #1.
his abdomen is completely visible with that short white crop top that made his abs as visible as it gets. he looks almost dainty in the light and thin fabric, his hand coming up to ruffle his hair in the cutest way.
the poses he makes show off his strong arms and his chocolate-like abs, and it’s killing you inside. you made sure he knew from the beginning that you weren’t a sub, and while he said he wasn’t really one either, he didn’t mind as long as you were happy. so all your times together had been pretty vanilla, with neither of you really in control. it had been nice, but you wanted more, and before you is the tall, strong, and handsome man you were dating.
oh how pretty he’d look on his knees.
mistake #2.
just as you thought that, he’s asked to kneel for a certain pose, and god, he’s just as beautiful as you imagined, if not more.
he looks up at the camera with soft eyes, and it sets something off in you. god he looks so gorgeous down there and you want nothing more than for him to know just how beautiful he is.
the shoot ends, and he walks over to you, sitting down as you stand up, still in that dangerous crop top, “hey, babe.” he mutters, going in for a quick kiss. you kiss back, but he must notice how intense and feverishly you kiss, because he pulls away, and there’s a faint panic as you attack his neck, sending shivers down his spine when you bite down, “y/n! not here—”
“oh, darling, don’t you wanna show everyone here you’re mine?”
“w-we still have to film the music video and—”
“then your makeup team will cover it up,” you whisper, leaving a hushed kiss under his ear, and he gasps, “let go, baby, let me show you how pretty you are.” your hand finds his midsection, and your fingertips feel so cold against his burning skin.
you spend much too long with your hand running over his abs, and he’s getting impatient. he whispers, “please touch me more, y/n.”
“sure, baby, but we gotta get home first,” you mutter, pulling your hand away, slightly smirking at his dismay.
“but i can’t—”
“oh baby, are you so desperate that you’re okay with everyone here watching you cum and fall apart for me?”
he shakes his head, clearly flustered, “bathroom please?”
and your eyes fully scan the poor angel, and with how tightly his hand holds your arm, how he hides his flushed face in the crook of your neck, there’s only so cruel you can be, “c’mon then.” you say. that’s mistake #3.
as he leans against the wall, because you both know he doesn’t have the strength to stand up, he throws his head back when he moans. his entrancing vocal tone is almost hypnotic, and your heart skips a beat when he moans out that he’s about to cum.
you made the decision to tease him just a little bit, draw out the feeling just before his climax hits him, and his face contorts in a desperate need to be pushed over the edge he was being held at.
mistake #4. he’s far too gorgeous in this state to not permanently feel both so incredible and so unsatisfied.
after a moment (definitely longer than just a moment, you really took your time admiring him) you finally allow him to fall into the intense pleasure, and he cries out softly. everything about his mannerisms to his noises was so soft and subtle, but you’d save making him scream for another day.
well... that thought was mistake #5 because now you’re horny again.
that’s fine. you still have all night to make plenty more mistakes.
loser — lee hoseok and im changkyun (kinktober day 8)
a/n: i don’t proofread a n y t h i n g i write i’m so sorry
a/n: the first half of this is very badly written ngl because i had no idea and i was just kinda writing whatever came to mind, but it starts to pick up later and it’s actually kinda good towards the end.
word count: 1.1k wow look at me it’s more than 2 words guys who would have thought i was capable of that
content: fem!reader, college au, changkyun’s ur classmate and hoseok is his roommate aND ur like friends w bennies with hoseok, handjobs, light praise (we just call ‘em cute n pretty), changkyun cums too early but it’s ok.
taglist: @skjdln @lovingonrepeat @maknaeronix
to summarize how you currently felt, annoyed would be the right answer. group projects were always a recipe for disaster and now your professer thought a project on the battle of lexington would be the perfect way for everyone to ‘get aquianted’.
“hey,” a guy in your class (who’s name you don’t care to remember) says, “you’re y/n, right?”
“yeah, that’s me,” you murmur softly. you check the board, which has pairings for projects, “and i suppose you’re changkyun.”
he smiles, and you notice that he has cute dimples, “yeah. do you want to meet up at the my apartment later for our project?”
oh, that’s adorable.
“actually, i was wondering if you could take care of the project. i’m just so busy and tired with other school work and—,” you stop to burst out laughing, “i’m sorry, your face just now was priceless.”
he sighs in relief, “oh thank god, i couldn’t deal with another goddamn partner who made me do everything.”
“here’s my number, changs,” you wink, getting all your stuff together, “i’ll text you when i’m heading over.”
—
“you have a nice apartment,” you look around aimlessly, “how did you even—”
“kyun! i told you stop inviting over girls!” another voice yelled. he was slightly taller and broader than changkyun, but seemed to carry himself in a way that you could tell he was only making fun.
still, changkyun looked like a tomato. it was kinda cute, “oh my god, hoseok, i literally need her for a project!”
“oh really? is that true?” he smirks, looking over at you.
you just shrug, not really knowing what to say, “fortunately for you, he’s right. let’s just get to working, kyun.”
—
after you had finished working for the night, you could have left. you easily could have just gone home and ate and passed the fuck out, but someone stopped you... or more like, they both stopped you.
“just hang out for a couple hours! i’ll order pizza and we can play games!” changkyun begged, pouting and showing off his dimples, thinking that’ll sway you, “and i’m sick of always losing to him. he doesn’t even like video games!!”
hoseok laughs, “you can stay if you want. don’t let him tell you what to do.”
“it’s not like i’m forcing her!”
“pff—”
“boys!” you yell, capturing both of their attention, “it’s fine. i’ll stay. it’s free food and, instead of losing to hoseok—” you touch your finger to changkyun’s nose, giggling at his shock, “—you get to lose to me!”
“oh you’re on!” he challenges.
you spend hours playing together. hoseok just sits, commenting on your games and everyone once and a while, ever so faintly, brushing his lips to your neck.
of course, you didn’t tell changkyun, but hoseok was... more than just a new friend you met a couple hours ago.
“i told you to stop, hoseok.” you whisper to him as changkyun yells out about... something. it’s probably about the way you just killed him in game, but you’re not sure.
“i’m sorry, mommy, guess i just can’t help myself,” he smiles innocently.
he wants to play like that? you can play this game too, “alright, if you really can’t help yourself, then touch yourself for me,”
“w-wait, but kyun is right there!” he whisper shouts, but it draws changkyun’s attention.
“did you say something? i didn’t hear you,” he asks.
“just focus on your game, kyun,” you murmur, and changkyun seems to not notice how quiet his roommate had become.
he looks so pathetic with his hand in his pants, resorting to biting his thick lips hard to keep himself quiet, and with tears brimming in his eyes. he always was a crier. you don’t even notice the game ending, nor do you notice changkyun yelling in victory, your attention all on hoseok. at this point, you’d taken over jerking him off, determinded to get him to cum in his pants. he was always so embarrassed by that.
“hey, changs, look!” you murmur softly, causing hoseok to panic and make the most embarrassing eye contact he thinks he’s ever had with changkyun. you run a hand through his hard, not paying attention to either of them, “isn’t he so pretty?”
“uhm, i-i don’t know how i should respond to that,” changkyun stutters cutely, which makes you smile against hoseok’s skin as you kiss his collarbone.
“then don’t respond, and just come here,” you mutter. he slowly nods, as if approaching a dangerous animal, and he sits next to you, watching hoseok with wide eyes.
“i think he’s really pretty, you know,” you whisper to changkyun, but it’s obviously loud enough for hoseok to hear when you can see his ear turn a slightly darker shade of red, “and i promise you he’s even prettier when he cums.”
“o-oh god,” hoseok stutters, feeling too much of everything and not enough of anything to keep himself stable, and the only thing that he can rely on to keep himself up is your shoulder. he falls you with all of his strength leaving him, the feeling of your hand was a million times better than his own. he orgasms with his body trembling and he cries out at the incredible feeling he’ll never get used to.
“you alright baby?” you ask in a low voice, and hoseok hums, his head now in your lap as he recovers. you look over at the other boy, and while you expected him to be maybe a little turned on, you didn’t expect him to be as hard as he was. he looked miserable just sitting there, and you hadn’t noticed, “hey, kyunnie?”
“y-yeah?”
“do you want me to take care of you too?” you ask, and he’s quick to nod. you take this slower than you do with hoseok, only because you don’t know what he likes and dislikes, but it’s pretty easy to gauge by the cute little faces he makes, “if it makes you feel any better, i think you’re really cute like this too,”changkyun whines at the praise, his cheeks tinted just as red as hoseok’s were, “what do you want me to do, baby? use your words.”
“p-pull my hair...” he mumbles, almost inaudibly, but you can tell by his reaction to just threading your fingers through his hair, when he holds his breath and waits for the pleasure-filled pain, that this is what he wants. you tug slightly, and it gets a small reaction out of him, so you tug even more, “oh— holy shit!” he practically screams, cumming way earlier than he thought he would. as soon as he recovers slightly, he shys away from your touch.
“it’s alright baby, you’re okay.”
“but i—”
“that doesn’t matter, kyun. in fact, as long as you liked it,” you look down at hoseok, who stares up at you with wide eyes, “i wanna keep doing this.”
“can you make a potion for me?” he whispers in your ear, and you’re left speechless.
“i’m sorry?!”
“you have potions that can heighten someone’s senses and make them feel even better, right? do you have something that like... will make me horny?”
“why? viagra isn’t working?” you joke, but he pouts.
“you know that’s not what i mean, i just, i’m so fascinated by what you do, i want to know what it feels like.”
“i mean, yeah, i do have spells... like that, but—” you stop, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt or worry, but he’s only determined, “—you know what? fine.”
“yay!!” he giggles as he sits beside you, clapping cutely.
“but before i do this—" you start, and he groans, “—you need to be absolutely sure what you’re getting yourself into,” while you explain, your hand reaches out to grasp his thigh, massaging it lightly, “baby, you know you’ll be in a weak state for a while. it’s more than just making you horny. i doubt you want me to heavily dilute it—”
“no! i want to experience it all!”
“well, i still have to dilute it somewhat, just for your comfort,” you say, but he looks at you confused, “do you want to be tired out of your mind, but still have this horniness that no amount of orgasms can get rid of? baby you won’t be able to go to sleep tonight if i don’t make it somewhat easier on your body,” you smile softly, “it also might force you into subspace for a long while, baby. of course i’ll take care of you, but you need to know that.”
“okay, do what you have to do!” he nods as you get up to make the potion. you smile as he finds comfort lying on the couch, babbling to you about whatever crosses his mind.
part of you wants to dilute it more than you currently have it, but you also don’t want to disappoint him. he wants it strong? then he’ll get just that, “minnie, baby, come here,” you murmur, interrupting his ranting. he waddles over to you and plops down in the chair closest to you, “chug it slowly, okay? don’t just sip it, but don’t try to get it down too quickly, tilt your head back as well,” he nods, listening intently to your instructions, letting the dark blue liquid down his throat easily. he hands the cup back to you when he’s done, but you just set it next to you, “it should kick in in a moment, let’s get you lying down, so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.”
and something about your calm and yet assertive tone made his body feel warmer. he clings to you because it’s already hard to walk on his own, the feeling of warmth spreading throughout his body. he lies down without a problem, but when you try to go and grab him some water, his hand weakly reaches out for your arm, “please y/n, i’m already so—”
“shhh, baby, i know. let me help you,” you don’t ask, but he still nods. he lets go of your arm, expecting you to touch him, but he doesn’t feel anything, “i’ll help you through it baby, but you’re doing this first one on your own.”
he whines, and he’s surprised he’s so much louder than usual (and that’s saying something, he was already really loud), but his hand does eventually lower so he can touch himself over his shorts. it feels so, so much better than it usually does when he first starts, and he’s burning with an anticipation of what it’ll feel like when he gets close, “take your shorts off, sweetie,” he hears, and he obeys mindlessly, going back to touching himself the moment his shorts and boxers are off.
he moans like an angel, and your hand goes from softly holding his shoulder— something you’re sure he hasn’t even noticed— to resting your hand on his neck. his breathing stops even without any pressure from you, and he looks at you with a pleading face. you press your hand down ever so slightly, just because the pleasure might get to be so much that he won’t be able to tell when it’s hurting.
but his body is on fire. every nerve is burning, burning, burning in smoldering heat and he’s already so close he can almost taste. there’s no way he can hold himself back to even ask for permission, so he just look at you, and you nod quickly. he continues jerking himself off as your grip on his neck tightens ever so slightly and you lean down to press soft kisses his shoulder. you lean closer to his ear, “it’s only been a couple minutes, angel, are you that easy?”
he just moans wildly, pushed over the edge by your words. he cums with a scream, and you wonder if the neighbors might think you’re torturing the poor boy.
