Pegging Sunoo pretty pretty plsss f!reader🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
Also I love ur writing style it’s so delicious 😋
true colors.
pairing: sub!sunoo x dom!femreader
genre: smut (18+) , established relationship
word count: 3.3k
! warnings : sub!sunoo use of strap on / pegging lube crying drooling spanking handjob choking degradation fingering(m) pet names: slut whore sun baby
═══════ ♪ these are confessions of a new lover' - true colors (the weeknd)
The first time you stayed over at your boyfriends’, you noticed the hesitancy in his expression as you glanced towards his room in a suggestive manner.
He distracted you with kisses instead. Weird.
You ended up cuddling with him. He fell asleep in your arms on the couch, you found it cute, as you drifted to sleep under his weight moments later.
The next day you left after kissing him on the cheek, assuming he was still shy about intimacy as you’ve only been dating Sunoo for a few weeks.
“Bye, Sun,” you pull away from his warm embrace as he looks at you with his soft eyes, tinted with an expression you couldn’t place your finger on.
Then months passed.
It was all about boundaries but you found it odd how he’d fuck you on his couch but never his room. How he’d mostly stay over at yours. Make love there, touch you there.
Honestly, you liked how sweet he was in bed. Soft boys were your type. He always asked questions to make sure you felt good when he was on top fucking you deep. But there was always something hidden in his gaze afterwards, though you never asked him about it.
Like a question he was always hesitant to ask.
Then you started questioning yourself.
Did I do something wrong?
Is he not satisfied with our sex life?
Is he uncomfortable with me or something? I’ve never even seen his bedroom and we’ve been dating for months..
God.
Then one night after he was passed out on his couch, you slowly untangled yourself from his arms as you slipped out his embrace from the couch. You made your way towards his room.
The hallway was short, but each step felt like a monumental breach of trust. You felt horrible for betraying his trust but genuinely, it’s just a room right?
I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.
You then softly opened the door. Blinked once. Twice.
It was completely normal.
It was just so…Sunoo? A large, neatly made bed with a soft-looking grey duvet dominated the space. The walls were painted a warm, calming beige. A few framed prints of landscapes, then posters of his favourite bands. No half-naked girls, nothing of that sort actually.
You actually enjoyed being in his room, stepping further inside as the smell of warm vanilla hit your nose. His desk in the corner was tidy, a laptop closed, a stack of books on the corner, some mangas. A few plants by the window, watered and pretty.
It looked lived in, you felt sad about why he never let you in. It was just so perfect, a makeout sesh here would honestly fix you.
You were about to turn and leave, going back to the couch and pretend this never happened, your curiosity sated and your worries morphed into a strange sort of annoyance. It was just so odd.
But then your eyes fell on his dresser. It was a white wooden piece, and the top drawer was slightly ajar. Just a crack.
It was probably nothing. Clothes, most likely.
And that’s exactly what it was. You felt like a pervert glancing at his underwear drawer.
If he walks in now he’ll probably think I’m a creep.
With a sigh, you closed the first drawer. The second one was slightly pushed out as well, and just as you were about to bend down and close it shut, something caught your eye.
A…bullet vibrator?
You furrowed your brows with curiosity, is this seriously all he was hiding? You couldn’t care less if he used a vibrator to jerk off.
Then just because you were very nosy, you moved it aside to get a peak at the other objects in the darkness.
Wow. Handcuffs. A blindfold, silk at that?
You felt blush creep onto your cheeks with bubbling up excitement. He’s kinky, and that’s actually fucking cute rather than embarassing. You wondered if he’d ever wanna use these on you.
Maybe you could use it on him? You shook your head at the very vivid image you had of him in your mind. Tied up and whining.
Right as if that’d ever happen.
You doubt he’d be into power dynamics, though it wouldn’t be too shocking with how soft Sunoo was.
You’ve been secretly fantasizing about him in crazy ways, and you felt crazy over ever thinking that way because it was just insane, maybe a bit perverted, a lot actually.
Sunoo was just so gorgeous, though he wouldn’t be into such a dynamic. You’d definitely hint at it one day, but considering how secretive he is with you, it felt hopeless.
Then just as you were about to close the last drawer, your breath hitched.
A dildo.
Except it had a harness attached to it.
A complex web of black leather straps and silver buckles. A strap-on.
You stared at it, your mind utterly blank. It was like your brain had short-circuited. All the months of confusion, of feeling like he was holding something back, and that strange, distant look in his eyes. It all clicked into place almost immediately.
This wasn't about him being shy. This wasn't about him being unsatisfied with you.
This was about what he wanted.
And he was too scared to ask you for it.
You bit the inside of your cheek, and scoffed in amusement. Seriously?
I’d hit that anyday, come on.
The thought alone sent a jolt straight to your core.
Just as you were about to walk back to the living room with a crazy, and exciting, discovery, you froze at the sight of your pretty boyfriend standing there with his eyes wide.
"[Name]?" he whispered, his voice cracking.
You stood up, leaning casually against his dresser, crossing your arms. The shift inside you was natural.
The weeks of confusion and self-doubt all evaporated, replaced by a thrilling sense of control. You had his biggest secret, and it wasn't something that would make you run away, if that was his initial fear.
Instead, it was one you wanted to devour.
"Looking for this, hm?" you asked, your voice a low hum as you hooked a thumb towards the drawer you’d just closed.
“[N-name] I can explain..”
"But you already did," you said, pushing off the dresser and walking towards him. He instinctively took a step back, his breath now shorter. He was evidently nervous.
"No more couches, Sunoo. No more staying at my place. You have an idea and you’ve clearly been hiding it from me.”
"No," he replied weakly, but you both knew it anyway.
"Don't lie now," you said, your voice now a gentle whisper, hard enough to make him shiver.
"You've been confusing me for such a long time, making me think I was doing something wrong."
"I-I'm sorry," he whispered, his hands now clutching as his back hit the wall, his hands gripping at his oversized shirt which you found adorable. "I was just scared. I didn't know how to—"
"How to ask me to peg you?" you finished for him, your words blunt. He looked away as he swallowed, not daring to make eye contact with you.
"That’s exactly it, isn’t it? You want me to bend you over and fuck you with that?"
You gestured back towards the drawer. Then you closed the distance as you inched closer, cupping his face to make him look directly at you. Your breath stopped as you took in his face. His eyes were red-rimmed and swimming with tears, his expression a perfect, heartbreaking picture of humiliation and longing.
It made the feeling in your lower stomach worsen, in the best way possible. You never knew your boyfriend’s teary face could turn you on. The boyfriend that usually never cried in front of you, that always felt a bit secretive.
"Tell me, Sunoo" you commanded, your hold on his cheek firm.
He stared at you, his plump lips parted, his chest heaving. The power was intoxicating. This was the question he’d been dying to ask, the one he was too terrified to voice.
And here you were forcing it out of him, giving him permission to want it.
He folded. Of course he did.
"Please," he finally whispered out, the word ripped from his throat. "Yes. Please, yes."
"Yeah baby?" you let out a soft hum.
He swallowed.
And then rushed movements and a heated makeout session ended with him beneath you, where he wanted to be this whole time.
-
"Take off your shirt," you ordered, your tone leaving no room for argument. You found yourself easing even more into the dominant persona at how needy Sunoo looked. It was as if this was how it should’ve been all along. Him under you.
And he was loving it.
His hands fumbled with the hem of his oversized band shirt, he pulled it over his head in no time. His pale, pretty waist was heaving, nipples already hard in the cool air. He was so pretty like this, already falling apart for you.
"Everything off," you said, slowly getting up and reaching for what he ached for the most. He felt his heartbeat fasten as the thought of finally getting fucked by you came to reality.
In no time, he was all naked. Flushed and needy. He still hadn’t eased into the idea of submitting so easily, feeling shy as this was a complete 360 from your usual sex life.
You held back a smirk as you watched him, not daring to look back at you. The humiliation he felt was probably crazy, though it wouldn’t matter when he’d be a whining mess under you as you’d pound into him whispering sweet things in his ears.
The black leather harness and the pearlescent gray dildo looked perfect in your hands. He let out a soft whimper as he finally tilted his head just enough to look at you, his cock twitching against his stomach.
You also grabbed the small bottle of lube you’d seen tucked in the corner. Setting everything on the bed next to him as you practically put on a strip show. Slow and teasing, watching as his dick started to harden.
He tried his best to hold back a moan, eyelashes fluttered at the scene of you looking right down at him as your bra unhooked. Your tits practically spilling out, it’s nothing he hadn’t seen before, but the thrill of the situation made it seem like a whole new experience.
“Hands and knees baby,” you simply ordered as you crawl towards the strap on the bed before putting it on, hands skilled as if you’ve done this before, you hadn’t. But neither has he.
He scrambled to obey, his movements clumsy with desperation. He turned over, his face buried in his pillow, his back arched beautifully.
The humiliation felt painful.
You grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto your fingers.
You pushed one slick finger inside him. His body tensed for a moment and then relaxed, a sharp whine tearing from his throat as you sank in till the knuckle. He was so warm. You pumped your finger in and out painfully slow.
“Don’t tease me..”
“Who’s in charge right now?”
“Y-you.”
“Exactly.” you stretched out the A as you circled his rim with your middle finger.
He took your second finger in so well. Then third. Till he was a whimpering mess just for your fingers.
“Just so desperate to be filled.. Didn’t know Kim Sunoo was such a slut for this.” you said as you scissored him till he moaned at the stretch.
“You could’ve had this all along. But you were just too shy to use your fucking words mm?”
He whimpered into the pillow at the degradation. Then you pulled out your fingers before you thrusted them in again, harder than ever.
He cried out in response, too far gone to form coherent words. You decided he was ready. You pulled them out, he whined at the loss, his hole gaping around nothing.
“Took in my fingers so well."
You grabbed the dildo, slicking it up with lube, imitating a jerking off motion to spread it all over. He felt his eyes prick tears at the humiliation of you giving his ass a harsh slap.
“Shh, I'll give you what you want." you cooed before teasing his hole with the tip of the strap.
He whimpered as he drooled into the pillow, shifting his face to the side to take a deep breath in before your rough hand suffocated him back to the pillow. You didn’t know how far he’d be willing to go, but from earlier experiences you knew that he loved breath play oh so much.
You pushed forward all at once, just evil.
The head of the dildo shoved straight into his tight heat. He let out a muffled moan, his hands trembling as he gripped the pillow so tight.
“Fffuck,” you groaned, watching the silicone disappear into his body. It was so hot.
You loved this.
You pulled out almost all the way, before thrusting back in, hard. He screamed, his back arching as you hit his prostate dead on.
You set a brutal pace, fucking him deep and hard, just like you knew he'd probably been fantasizing about. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with his desperate cries and your own harsh breathing.
“Is this what you wanted? What you were actually thinking about the whole time you fucked me on that couch,” you slap his ass sharply as you dont hear a response, just desperate whines.
“Y-yes–!” he cries out feeling the sting on his ass.
“I need words. Tell me exactly what baby,” you grab his hair to lift his face, hearing him gasp for air as he lifts it off the pillow.
Drool. All over the pillow. The wet sight turned you on as you kept up the harsh pace.
“What a pretty mess, now tell me.”
“W-wanted you to fuck me," he sobbed, his voice raw. "For you to use me, to use my body.”
“God you were a slut all along, weren’t you?” you start going at an even brutal pace this time.
He whines louder at the sharp sting of your palm on his ass. He had no idea you had this side to you, but it made him leak pre-cum relentlessly.
You wanted more, to see his face as he cried, you knew it because he wasn’t exactly trying to hide it. Just lost in the feeling at your thrusts.
You slowed down your hips for just a moment, leaning over his trembling back. Your voice was a low whisper right next to his ear. "Look at the mess you're making, Sunoo. Leaking all over the bed baby.”
He sobbed into the pillow, a frantic, desperate breaths as his only answer. You giggled softly, wrapping your hand around his cock.
He cried out, his whole body jolting. He was rock hard in your hands, slippery as he leaked steadily into your palm. The position was hard to manage but you eased into it, fucking and jerking him off at the same time.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Every time you thrust deep, you hit that spot inside him, making him see stars. Your thumb smeared the pre-cum over his sensitive head.
“C-can’t.. can’t,” he breathed out, elbows digging into the mattress as he tried to support his weight.
“Can’t what? Can’t cum? Fine I won’t let you,” he whined as you retracted your hand from his dick.
“Was so close, please…ah [name]. Let me–mm,” he choked out at your thrusts that you slowed down on purpose.
“Roll over. I'm not done with you just yet." you breathe out as you pull out.
And the sight was gorgeous, as he propped himself just enough to flip right over. His chest heaved with pants as he wiped his drool on the back of his hand. His eyes were teary and puffy from crying, and then he finally looked at you.
You crawled back over him, straddling his hips. You took a moment to just look at him, he was completely undone by you, your boyfriend was lovely.
You leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. He kissed back weakly, his hands gliding down your waist, tracing the leather material that secured itself on your body perfectly.
Grabbing the discarded bottle of lube, you added another generous coat to the dildo. You lined yourself up, and this time, you pushed in slowly, watching his face intently.
His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open with a soft gasp of pleasure as you filled him again. You watched his expression as you sank deeper, the stretch, the overwhelming pleasure all playing out across his beautiful features.
The pace was different. It was slower and more deliberate. You grinded into him, rolling your hips, making sure he felt every drag of the strap inside him.
“Sun baby, wanna cum this time so badly don’t you?” your right hand reached down to flick his pink nipple, left hand gripping onto his waist tightly.
He nodded repeatedly as he squirmed while his sensitive peaks came into play. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head, and lowered your mouth to his chest. You flicked your tongue over one of his nipples, and he gasped, his back arching off the bed.
Slow thrusts as your hand snaked over his chest to grab his throat, he let out a choked gasp as you angle your hips even deeper. Buried into him.
You knew you were hitting his prostate repeatedly when he became more breathy, when his hands reached over yours on his waist.
“"Please..please..[name], please," he chanted, voice raw.
“Look at me when you're begging."
He forced his eyes open, the desperate submission you saw there made your own breath catch.
Sunoo was completely yours. He would do anything you asked.
"Please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Harder..almost there."
You reached down, taking his now fully hard dick in your hand again, stroking him in time with your brutal pace. It was too much, so intense.
He was being stimulated from all sides, overwhelmed by pleasure, by you.
"Come for me," you grunted softly, your voice breathless. "Make a mess, Sun."
His eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching as his orgasm tore through him. He came with a silent scream, whole body convulsing. The sight was so perfect, so pretty that it sent you spiraling over the edge. His pale stomach covered in cum, soft abs clenching.
You buried the dildo deep inside him one last time before pulling out slowly.
You stayed still above him for a few moments, catching your breath, the room quiet except for the sound of him coming back to himself beneath you.
Sunoo blinked up at you, lashes wet, lips parted like he was afraid the moment would vanish if he spoke.
“You’re not mad?” he asked, his voice was small, quiet. You could tell that after being lost in the moment he’d circle back to thinking about the ‘secret’, or this fantasy that he hid from you.
You took off the strap before he sat up, now you straddled him.
“I thought—” He stopped, lips trembling, then tried again. “I thought if I told you, you’d look at me differently.”
And you cut him off with a simple kiss, it spoke everything you wanted to say. Then you felt his tears running down once more.
“I am looking at you differently.”
He paused, pulling away, teary eyes seeking yours.
“Mostly because I’m wondering why you bought all those toys before asking me if I’d help you use them,” you continued with a soft smirk.
Then he laughed softly as he hit your chest for teasing him.
“…Guess I really should’ve just used my words,” he muttered, trying not to smile.
“Yeah? But next time I’m tying you up and using them all on you at once.”
He widened his eyes, “Hey—”
--subsunoosubsunoosubsunoo
--first timing writing pegging kinda nervous, i feel like i got a hee request for this asw and either i was drunk and accidentally deleted it or maybe i'm tweaking but whoever sent that lmk.......
--signing off, arie
