dom sungho ⟢ who punishes you by making you ride his thigh, fingering your cunt and stopping just as your about to cum while spanking you-- making sure you'll never forget to follow the rules again <3
dom sungho ⟢ using you like a toy
sub sungho ⟢ dressing your pretty boy up and teaching him how to ride a dildo, what he doesn't know is your training him to take your strap <3
sub sungho ⟢ rocking into your hand as you pump him, his pretty clothes half off
riwoo
dom riwoo ⟢ cunt slaps <3
sub riwoo ⟢ who only wears his thigh highs when he wants you to peg him stupid
bunny hybrid!sub riwoo ⟢ poor little bunny humping the air while his owner laughs and films him :(
jaehyun
sub jaehyun ⟢ stupid mutt tried going outside on his own today, so you leashed him up and pumped him dumb
bp!sub jaehyun ⟢ when given the signal, jaehyun wastes no time humping your thigh like a bitch in heat
masochist!sub!jaehyun ⟢ hashtag that awkward moment when playing a kinky couples card game turns into you stepping on your subs cock !
taesan
dom taesan ⟢ he knows your horny. and he doesn't care. he's going to cum, and you're gonna stand there and help like a good girl.
dom taesan ⟢ teasing your sensitive nipples
sub taesan ⟢ in his pretty pearly lingerie, you've been edging taesan for hours... even the smallest touch to his cock makes him arch his back up and whine into the air. maybe you'll stop soon, maybe you won't !
sub taesan ⟢ pouncing on your sub as soon as he comes home from work-- you could care less about the kind of day he had, or if he's tired.
leehan
sub leehan ⟢ is such a squirmer for his mommy
sub brat leehan ⟢ who caused so much trouble for you that you had to call in back up!
sub leehan ⟢ who loves when you play with him in his pajamas
HAAAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN ! ~ 🍈
halloween is the one night a year a girl can goon to boynextdoor nsfw links and nobody is allowed to judge ~ 🍓
putting a collar on kitty-hybrid sungho after he accidentally wandered off inside the grocery store... making sure he hears the bell on his collar jingle while your strap/cock slides in and out of him ruthlessly... so that he knows that no matter where he goes, you'll know <<33
cory speak ! : this is literally sungho i took clips from his live and meshed them together so i hope that's good for the picky mfs ... also omg posting this while drinking the strawberry gatorade that my gf doordashed me bc i had food poisoning yesterday.... isn't that so sweet?? like it genuinely made me so emotionally you guys don't get it gift giving is my love language... GIVING AND RECEIVING !!
♡ lots of praise, dacryphilia kinda, soft dom!sungho, switch!jaehyun, overstimulation, mommy kink (once), possessiveness, lots of oral, marking, switch-ish!riwoo (mostly dom!riwoo), big dick! taesan, cumming inside, dom!leehan
sungho.
"you drive me crazy," a breathy whine emitted from him as your gagging on his cock, spit and precum dripping from your chin messily. hes throwing his head back as he cums down your pretty throat.
"right here angel? you like it when i touch you here? want me to keep goin?" he definitely has a thing for making you beg. after minutes of begging for him to touch you he finally does, slipping his fingers past your folds and pumping his fingers out painfully slow
"im gonna take my time with you tonight, okay?" he always takes his time with you regardless, but on nights where he just wants to focus on your pleasure is when he'll reallyyy take his time. eating you out till you squirt and fingering you till you cry- but hes so sweet during it all. he takes his time taking you apart.
"youre so- you feel so good around me" always alwaysss praising you, even when he cant think straight! hes sinking into you and your clenching around him so good, he cant stop the praises that fall out his mouth.
jaehyun.
"does this feel good? tell me im doing good please mommy" he really wants to be praised all the time! tell him how much of a good boy or how much of a good puppy he is and hes going feralll. when hes eating you out he just wants your fingers tangled in your hair and praises to flow out your mouth.
"all mine baby, fuck- youre all mine right?" hes got your cunt filled to the brim right now and times like these make him so possessive. he wants to cum in you so bad and mark you from the inside out so everyone knows your his. hes marking all over your chest
"i- cant take it, dont stop, just like that" poor boy whining about how he cant seem to take what you give him! but he doesnt want it to stop as much as he babbles about how he cant take it. your hands feel so good stroking his cock and even after how many times he came he just needs your hands on him.
"you make me feel so good baby- i love you," along with being praised, he also loves to give praise!! hes definitely an "i love you" during sex kinda guy, its so intimate for him no matter how kinky yalls sex is
riwoo.
"dont stop, baby- dont fucking stop please" sucking his dick and hes a whining crying mess!! thrusting up into your mouth making you gag and whine but he just cant help it. also he loves to cum on your face, painting it with his thick ropes of cum he loves to see you lick it off your lips afterward. hes a whiner and a begger, begging you not to stop no matter how overstimulated he is.
"you look so incredible right now" as hes between your thighs lapping at your pussy, he loves the way you look down at him with your pretty glossy eyes.
"i cant get enough of you" no matter how many times he eats you out, how many times hes had you cumming on his cock, how many times hes had his fingers deep inside you, how many times youve edged him till he cried, he cant get enough. he always wants more
"i wanna feel every part of you" missionary and his chest is pressed up against yours and his face is hidden in the crook of your neck while hes so so sooo deep inside you. loves to feel close to you
taesan.
"come on, you can take it cant you?" his cock is soo thick and big youre whining whenever he slips into you. hes always having to wait a few seconds to let you get used to the size before slamming into you
"theres my good pretty girl, there she is" when your pulling off his dick with a pop! sound with his cum dripping from your lips, thats what he thinks the prettiest sight is. petting your hair as you catch your breath and youre looking up at him so sweetly.
"you have no idea how good im gonna make you feel.." he chuckles licking your breasts as his fingers find their way to your sopping pussy. hes great with his fingers and always has you squirting on them in no time. you know when he says this hes gonna overstimulate you so much
"dont move. let me do the work" when your riding him and hes getting sososoo close and he needs to thrust up into you to get where he needs to be. hed lay you down on top of him and slam up into you, holding onto your ass as he cums inside :3
leehan.
"youre so wet. all for me, huh?" he hasnt even touched you yet and your already leaking through your panties! he loves the effect he has on you and he uses that to his advantage. that silly lil smile he has is plastered all over his face when he feels how wet you are.
"you feel so perfect, its driving me insane" he lovessss the way your throat feels swallowing around him. he cant get enough of it! youre so good at taking his cock down your throat he cant stop his groans and whines
"cmon take me just like that" comes out as a breathy moan while your slowly moving your hips up and down on his cock. he loves having you like this- on top of him yet still so submissive to him
"ive been thinking about this all day" hes pressing you down onto the couch and the boner in his pants his painfully noticeable. he mustve had a long day at work because hes so needy and hes pressing long hickeys onto your neck, kneeding your breasts sweetly
synopsis: 'BoyNextDoor NSFW headcanons pt2' ~ also tags were already “pre-established” by my lovely’s @snoopymyung post + distributed between the members by me (much like pt1, with the help of some friends <3)
genre: +18, NSFW, MDNII** (mind the tags!!)
pairing: boynextdoor hyung line x reader
playlist: “Calling me up / Calling me yours / Calling my line / Doing what you’re doing to me / Baby, it’s a crime” - Love Talk, WayV
A/N: so after sooooo long, I finally finished writing part 2. Sorry to keep y’all waiting, but this was a super challenge for me, since it was actually my first time writing for the hyung line. I have to say, I’m not 100% satisfied, but I hope you guys enjoy > o <
hyung line - maknae line
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Lee SangHyeok ~ Riwoo
Warnings: office!au, friends to lovers, txt!mentioned (much love to my moadoors), alcohol mention (not much drinking though), they're really wet (like literally, i mean), hickeys, making out, a lot of licking and biting tbh, waist grabbing is a thing, Adam’s apple kissing/sucking, blindfold, shoulder biting, hand kisses, Riwoo's really sweet, height difference (word count: 2,5k)
The door opens immediately as you swipe your card, stepping aside as the boy passes through you humming excitedly. You chuckle as you walk towards your bed, sitting on the edge of the soft cushion, watching as your friend proudly lifts up the champagne bottle, and reenacts the recent events.
“Honestly, you know I don’t like to brag.” Riwoo says, his eyes sparkling like the yellowish beverage he held in his hand. You shake your head positively, biting your lip as you try not to smile. “They’re nice people, but their company should have prepared them properly.” You giggle, watching as he picks up two cups with the hotel logo on them, setting them up on the table.
“You’re acting as if you’d just won the Hunger Games, Riwoo.” Your comment makes him grin in your direction, finger pointing towards you. “We could totally win the games together.” You decide not to oppose his thoughts, letting victory set in your blood.
Company conventions used to be a boring agenda for you: marketing gambles, learning each other's tricks and sometimes stealing newbies from right underneath their noses; it was exhausting and stressful.
But ever since Riwoo was hired and became your travel buddie, what was lame became fun and suddenly you felt more alive than ever. You urged for new events. Both of you became the company’s top duo, as not only you were able to bring top information, but win sponsors and prizes, like today.
‘Cromer HQ’ was responsible for today's agenda, leading the smaller companies to a series of quizzes, with a promise of sponsorship to any new releases in the following year. The game was exciting, quick questions about the market, value and overall productions.
Teams were eliminated one by one as the final round came up and only 2 companies remained: ‘Tomorrow’ and ‘OUR’ (which was your company - Our Universal Relics - lame name, cool job).
You stare at the boy struggling to open the bottle and smile, remembering both of you jumping together as the microphone announced your victory. The afternoon came to an end with a signed contract and a bottle of champagne to celebrate.
“I can’t believe you actually beat a genius like Taehyun.” You stand up, walking towards him, signaling Riwoo to hand you the bottle. He hands it over to you, as he shrugs his shoulders, a pleased look on his face. “I knew we would end up against them, so I studied.” You stare at him, raising your eyebrow.
Riwoo sighs defeated, crossing his arms as his gaze meets yours. “Okay… If he hadn’t hesitated on that question, we probably wouldn't have won, but who cares?” You let out a loud laugh, as you unscrew the wooden top.
“He’s a nice guy, but I’m still happy we won.” A large smile appears on his face as he stares at you, warmth filling you within, masking it with a loud gulp. “Do you need help with that?” The short boy watches your fingers sliding against the top as sweat fills your palm. “I almost got it, don’t worry.” You let out an awkward laugh as you sense his steps getting closer.
“Maybe if we did it together-” “Riwoo, it’s fine!” You cut him, your hand wrapping itself around the lid, as you try pulling upwards. Riwoo unconsciously shakes the bottle, bringing the alcoholic drink towards him. “I just gotta-”
The words leave your mouth hurriedly, as you too, pull the glass in your direction, but it’s too late. Both of you hear the loud pop, as the top is set free. You shut your eyes as a reflex, carefully distancing yourself from the entry, scared that the cork might hurt you.
But instead of pain, you feel the cold liquid drenching your body. You let out a shy groan, opening your eyes, only to see the bubbly drink slowly dripping from the bottle to the floor, gently caressing your hand. You blink a few times, watching as champagne drops from your hair, making you chuckle as your skin starts getting sticky.
While you're busy laughing, your eyes finally search for the boy who was sharing rooms with you, only to find Riwoo statically still. His hair was soaked, making it difficult to distinguish his bright ginger locks from a brownish color, because of the room’s lighting. Your breathing thickens as you follow the sight of the falling droplets, as they become one with his skin.
Suddenly the room is filled with nothing but silence, as your laughter fails, shutting your mouth tightly. Warmth takes over your cheeks, as your brain starts to malfunction. You shouldn't be staring at a friend like this, but why couldn't you do anything but look?
It was like your feet were stuck to the ground and your mouth glued shut. You steal a glance once more, just in time to catch a drop rush down his neck, as he gulps, his Adam’s apple moving underneath, making your heart skip a beat.
You are pulled from your thoughts as Riwoo’s voice comes out with an awkward giggle. “Well… That was definitely a way of celebrating!” His voice comes out cheerful, staring at you with a distinct glow in his eyes. You let out an awkward laugh as you get closer, placing the bottle on top of the table behind him. Your muscles become tense as you walk uneasily around him, wondering what the hell was your brain thinking.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watch his slight movement, taking off the black blazer and placing it on top of the chair. You carefully pull away, gulping at the sight of the soaked buttoned shirt that was underneath. You’d never thought of Riwoo with a super fit body, but you could see now that appearances can be deceiving.
Your breathing becomes heavy as you watch his hands gently pull away the shirt, laughing at how soaked he looked. You shamelessly stare at his smooth abdomen; the fabric was transparent enough to give you a glance of his nipples, making you blush as you finally looked away.
“Shit, you’re all wet, as well…” Riwoo exclaimed, his hand carefully stroking your arm. You shiver with his sudden touch, eyes widened, as you answer his gaze. “Wh-What?” You choke on your own words, making him respond with a kind smile.
“Don’t worry, it was kind of my fault as well.” He lifts his hand, almost as if he was surrendering himself to you. “You can use the bathroom first and I'll clean up-” Before he could finish his sentence, you grab his pulse, pinning him against the wall. He lets out a surprised groan, staring at you with wide eyes, as you tighten your grip around him.
You watch as his torso moves upwards and downwards, as droplets continue to fall down his skin. “I think I might be crazy, Riwoo.” You whisper a confession, shutting your eyes tightly, loosening your grip.
“Don’t lose confidence now…” His voice is hoarse; the words come out and comfort your skin, making you blush. You open your eyes to find him staring at you, with those kind brown eyes, watching with anticipation.
That’s when your lips finally meet. It’s gentle and calm; almost as if you were scared of what it would feel like kissing him. His mouth is carefully parted, enjoying the way your tongue circled inside it; delighting himself with the mere sound of your shy gasps for air. You pull away, watching how his body folds itself to you, almost as if your touch was relaxing.
Your finger draws a path around his soft features; outlining his mouth shape, and making him shiver as you stroke down his neck. You tilt your head, leaning downwards. As your lips take his skin, a satisfied groan escapes his mouth.
Your tongue licks the champagne remains, the taste activating your tastebuds, making you lean in for more. “Shit… That was some damn good champagne." You sigh, hands unconsciously wrapping themselves around his waist. “Well… Don’t waste it.” Riwoo whispers in return, swallowing once more.
You smile, kissing his neck again. Your fingers tickle his nape, making him groan by your touch. Your tongue circles around his skin, as you occasionally spread kisses throughout his entire neck, gazing at how his Adam's apple moved endlessly every time he gulped. You innocently make your way towards it, letting out a silent moan as your mouth delights itself around the protrusion you were longing for.
Riwoo lets out a hoarse grunt, as you start sucking it thoroughly. His head falls backwards, stretching his neck even further, panting slightly each time you circled around it. His fingers dug themselves in your hair, stroking your strands gently. Suddenly you freeze, as embarrassment shakes you to the bone.
It was one thing to kiss him, almost as if you were just living out your fantasies. But it was completely different to have him touching you in return. Moaning, caressing your hair, practically begging you for more. It was too much.
You suddenly pull away, flustered by his confused look, using your hands to block your face. “Oh my god, Riwoo. I’m-“ Sorry? Was that even the right word to say? You feel his warmth, as his fingers brush against your skin, trying to get a glimpse of your eyes. “This is just- I” “Hey… It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong about this.” He reinsures you, gently grabbing your hand, revealing part of your face.
“Do you actually want this?” His voice is low but reassuring. But deep down, you could tell there was a hint of desire in his tone. “I can’t even look at you right now…” You confess. Riwoo sighs, pushing your other hand down. “We can fix that.”
You furrow your eyebrow, opening your eyes slightly, only to watch him take off his black tie. “You don’t have to look at me, Y/N.” He whispers, getting even closer, placing the fabric on your palms.
You stare at his eyes, shining brightly with anticipation, making you relax your muscles. He actually wants this. “Do you trust me?” Riwoo asks. “Of course.” The words burst out of your mouth.
And only seconds away, his hands were wrapping the fabric around your face. It was true, you couldn’t see a thing. You nod in response, when he asks if this was something you could handle, hand gently caressing your skin.
Riwoo takes the lead, pulling you in for a kiss, much different than before. His mouth met yours, making you gasp loudly at the way his tongue swirled inside you. Riwoo’s hands were sly. His fingers effortlessly unbutton your shirt, while he bites your bottom lip, and kisses you again and again, like your saliva was addicting enough to get him drunk.
With the top buttons opened, you feel Riwoo pulling down your blouse, the fabric brushing your skin as it lands on your elbow. You listen to him moaning quietly, almost satisfied, as he probably stared at your black lace bra (you thanked your past self for choosing to wear them this morning). He takes your waist, pulling you towards him; as you let out a surprised gasp, Riwoo’s warm hands trace your curves, giving you chills.
You feel his spiky hair tickle you, as he leaves your mouth, a trail of saliva pending in between your lips, as you breathe in the warm air you shared. He kisses your neck, just like you did before, teasing you down the center, each time you swallow. You bite your bottom lip, as he continues to move, licking your collarbone, biting down on your skin slightly.
Your hand lifts itself unconsciously, digging your fingers in his hair, as you start humming, mouth half open, as he kisses your neckline. Riwoo kisses you with a hunger that you had no idea of its existence; leaving little bites with those cute fangs of his, that you always found adorable.
It was a strange mix of your skin burning from his touch and your heart beating faster as you thought of everything you’ve been through together, and what you meant to each other.
He gently slides down the shirt. You feel quite chilly as you stand shirtless in the refrigerated room. Warmth starts building up once Riwoo starts kissing you again, from your shoulder to your hands, which he kissed deeply, before placing them on his face. You chuckle, as your fingers caress his skin, leaning in for a sweet kiss, his mouth adjusting itself to yours when you miss your target slightly.
Riwoo smiles in between, wrapping his arms around you, in a tight hug. Suddenly you hear knocking on your door, making you freeze.
Riwoo tells you to stay put, as he goes and answers it, leaving you embarrassed at your current state: shirtless and blindfolded. You slowly pull down the tie, taking a few seconds to adjust yourself to the lighting, watching as your colleague walks back into the room.
“You know, I actually missed your eyes staring at me. Nice to see them again.” Riwoo smiles, as he walks closer to you. “Who was it?” You ask, hugging yourself in a shy attempt to cover your exposed chest.
“Cromer employees asking if we liked the champagne. I told them it was the best I’ve ever tried.” He winks at you, making you blush even more at his sudden movement, grabbing the shirt that was pending down your waist, and bringing it up, for you to put it back on.
You watch him carefully, as you slip in your arms, wearing the shirt once more, buttons still open. “You seemed cold.” He explained calmly. “But you should definitely change. They are still wet.” Riwoo smiled. You slowly lift your hand, handing him back his black tie. “I. I don’t know what you say… Riwoo.” You stutter with your words. “Maybe… We should talk in the morning?” Riwoo suggested as he realizes your struggle, making you nod embarrassed.
Riwoo didn’t drop his smile, not even for one second. In fact, you could have sworn it had gotten even bigger. You slowly walk towards your bag, grabbing your things to take a shower, but before you could close the bathroom door, you hear him calling out your name.
You stick your head out to stare at him. “Just so you know, I don’t regret it. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” He sighs happily. “Just thought it would calm your nerves to hear it.”
You nod, stepping back inside, finally closing the door. He was right. Tension leaves your body, as your muscles relax, and your breathing returns to normal.
But what he didn’t know was that your thoughts were all filled with him. The both of you. How the hell would you sleep now? You freak out slightly, messing your hair, staring at yourself in the mirror. It would be a challenge to share the room with him tonight.
Park Sungho ~ Sungho
Warnings: established relationship, pretty much lovebirds, pet names (baby), they hungry af, backhugs, cuties, manhandling, face siting, thigh biting, pantie eating, inner thigh kisses (word count: 2,1k)
You hurriedly place the finishing touches on top of the counter, as soon as you hear the recognizable melody of the clicks, as someone types in your door code.
It’d been weeks since you saw your boyfriend, who had spent the holidays with his family. Talking to him every day through the phone wasn’t enough, you had to see him, kiss him, feel him. You missed every part of him: his soft voice, sweet manners, warm hug.
You spent the last few days preparing a surprise. On the counter lay all his favorite snacks, DVD’s of his favorite movies and a jar with freshly picked flowers: a mix of white and yellow, that complemented his soft features.
Your heart was racing with anticipation, as you listened to his footsteps, following the fairy lights you’d set up on the hallway, to light his way to you.
He sticks his head out as he gets near the corner, searching for you in the living room first, and then finally turning around to find you standing neatly in front of the kitchen.
Sungho’s face lights up immediately, his lips curving up, as a large smile appears. You can’t contain yourself, running towards him, legs wrapping themselves around his waist, as he drops his luggage on the floor.
Sungho digs his face in your hair, holding you tightly on one arm. “I missed you too, baby.” His laugh is muffled by your strands. Your fingers run through his soft hair, taking in the brownish color that you missed thoroughly.
He lifts his head to look at you; feeling him shifting next to you, Sungho raises his arm, only to reveal a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your expression softens even more, picking up the flowers, admiring the scent as you sniff them.
You smile brightly, finally kissing him softly. His plump lips melted instantly, surrendering himself to you; he tasted quite floral, probably from sniffing those flowers.
You place a peck on his lips, pulling away, watching his dilated pupils as he stares directly at your mouth. “Seems like we had the same idea! I also bought you flowers.” You smile excited, watching as his eyes sparkle even more. “Really?” Sungho smiles, scrunching his nose, touching it against yours, before putting you down.
Grabbing his hand, you pull him with you, towards the kitchen counter. A little “Ta Da!” escapes leaves your mouth, as you watch Sungho eying the surprise you’d prepared. He smiles, drawing you in for a tight hug, as you giggle at his reaction.
“God, I missed you so much.” He confesses, pulling your hair aside, placing a kiss on your neck. You're suddenly lifted up in the air, as Sungho wraps his arms around your thighs, putting you on top of the hard surface.
Sungho’s hands gently caress your exposed skin, squeezing your thighs, spreading chills throughout your body. His tongue slides in your parted mouth, kissing you thoroughly, with the hunger he suppressed for all those weeks.
“I’ve been longing for this moment.” Sungho confesses in between kisses, almost out of breath, from the way he was sucking your lips. His fingers climb up your thighs, hands grabbing your ass.
You moan, hip thrusting forward, as his hands secretly slide themselves inside your shorts. The feeling of his warm palm against your ass, sparked something inside you.
Truthfully, late at night you would touch yourself thinking about this moment, a burning passion dwelt within you, eagerly awaiting the moment you would be with him again.
Sungho doesn't abandon your mouth; the feeling itself of your tongues intertwining was already arousing, but having his hands on top of your lingerie… You could go mad.
“Take it off…Please, baby…” You beg, your fingers running through his hair, tickling his ear slightly, making him flinch. Sungho doesn’t waste time, his fingers quickly moving towards the button. Suddenly he stopped kissing you, breathing heavily, he looked directly into your eyes, as he unzipped you, helping you up as the fabric slid through your skin.
Sungho brings your hips closer, admiring your new underwear; you knew he was wondering if it was part of a set. Innocently you pull up your shirt, throwing it off the ground, only to reveal a matching bralette.
Sungho licks his mouth, letting a small whistle escape his lips. “Surprise!” Your voice is sweet and sensual, lifting your leg, brushing it against his inner thigh provokingly.
You could see the fire igniting in his eyes, as he put a finger inside your bralette, tracing its extension. It looked like he was taking mental pictures of what you looked like, enjoying the view.
“Fuck. You look… Shit, I didn’t want to rush, but fuck. Baby.” He kisses the top of your breast, making you gasp; your skin was already burning. “It’s been so long…” Sungho kisses you again. “So long since I’ve last tasted you.” He whispers.
Wasting no time, Sungho’s palms warm your stomach, as he carefully pushes you down on top of the counter. He grabs your legs, resting your feet on his shoulders. Despite his quick movement, his touches were always light and gentle. Sungho used his hands to push away your knees, eyes focused on your laced underwear.
He slowly leads his index finger to his mouth, his eye contact never flinching, making sure you were watching his every move. With his finger glistening in his taste, he touched your skin, forming a trail of warm saliva through your entire leg.
You hummed all the way in anticipation, moaning as his finger finally made its way to your cunt. Sungho touched you on top of the fabric, his fingers circling on your clit, smiling as they got wet, this time with your own taste.
Sungho leaned in to kiss you, your legs struggling to balance on his shoulders as he got closer. It was a quick kiss, just to get a taste of your lips. Sloppy, yet kind and warm. He placed a peck on your mouth, smiling while staring at you, before drowning himself in your abdomen. You gasp, as he spreads kisses everywhere he passes, stopping near your pelvis.
You grunt as he lifts his head, a smirk in his mouth. The same mouth that started placing kisses throughout your legs. He would evenly distribute them between both legs, soft and gentle, no rush whatsoever, only love in every centimeter of skin.
As he reached your inner thigh, things changed; you could feel his muscles stretching underneath your feet. Sungho kissed them intensely, practically sucking on your skin making your pussy throb, as you moaned. “Sungho… Mhmmmm.”
His head was dug deep in your thighs, sucking and biting on them, like he was being served a full course meal. You honestly couldn’t care less if your skin would end up with hickeys everywhere, you enjoyed having his soft lips on you.
Sungho’s mouth finally reached your panties, thinking about how such a nice fabric was already wet, despite him not touching you properly yet. He kissed your corners, pulling his face away quickly, giving you a few seconds to breathe. When you least expect it, Sungho tongue licks you right down the middle, tasting your liquid on top of the fabric.
You choke on your own breath, while his tongue works its magic, delighting himself with the view of your new set, ruining another new pair. You moan his name loudly, painting while you feel his mouth kissing your cunt, his nose tickling your clit. “Oh god.” You let out, biting your bottom lip, while pulling his hair back.
He looks up at you, smirking as you complain when he abandons his post. Sungho puts your legs down, wrapping his arms around your thighs, picking you up, dragging you away from the counter. He gets close to your earlobe, biting slightly, before whispering. “I won’t let you come like this.”
Sungho takes you to the couch, placing you on the soft surface. He pulls your legs up, dragging down your lingerie, throwing it on the floor. You watch as he suddenly sits on the cold marble floor, making you furrow your eyebrows. “What are you doing, baby?” You ask, running your fingers through his hair.
He then turns your back at you, making you even more confused, head pending backwards until his brown hair is spread on the couch. You watch him smiling at you from below, eyes glowing as he gulps. “I want you to sit on me. Can you do that, babe?” His voice was like poison, drunk on desire, but his soft doe eyes pierced your heart.
You nod, just the thought of it made you get even wetter. You raise your pelvis, balancing your weight on the sofa, moving towards his face, when Sungho stops you. “Maybe the other way around, baby. You might want to… Hold on to something.” His eyebrows raise suggestively, as he waits patiently, while you turn around, facing the wall.
You carefully calculate your movements, moving like one of those arcade claw machines. Sungho laughs underneath you, wrapping his arms around your thighs, guiding you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He ensured you, gently pulling you down, until your open cunt finally made contact with his mouth. And god. It was the best thing you’d ever felt.
With no warning whatsoever, Sungho's tongue starts licking you thoroughly, making you gasp by the feeling of his saliva meeting your wet entrance.
Sungho sucks on your cunt, pushing you down even further, making you put all your body weight on his face. You feel his plump lips kissing you, almost as if he was making out with your pussy, as heat starts climbing up your body.
You lean forward - thanking Sungho for rearranging your position earlier - holding onto the couch’s backrest. His tongue moves around freely: swirling, sucking and digging in as deep as he can.
You pant loudly, grinding against his mouth unintentionally, immediately being hit by immense pleasure. “O-oh Sungho… Mhmmmm.” You caress his hair with one of your hands, quickly backing away, when his tongue licks your clit repeatedly.
Moaning Sungho’s name out loud, you start grinding down on his face even harder. The sound of your damp pussy milking into his mouth. Quickly warmth starts building up - a funny feeling on your lower belly - as your hips move forward, desperate. A choked moan escapes your mouth, your hands gripping down on the soft mattress. “Sun-Sungho! Ah!”
Your brain is begging you not to stop, humping his face again and again, as Sungho sucks your throbbing cunt. You feel his fingernails digging in your thighs, as you listen to him moan a muffled “Fuck.” as his tongue licks you again.
Suddenly you feel your body twitching, hips faster and high pitched moans scratching your throat. Sungho sucks you through your orgasm, drunk over the taste and scent of your juice.
Slowing down, you stand up straight, grinding slightly as Sungho kisses sweetly. You finally stop, breathing heavily, resting your hands on top of your thighs, touching his skin with your pinky. You can feel Sungho smiling underneath you, an audible chuckle clearing the air as you raise yourself, sitting properly on the couch.
He quickly pulls himself up, sitting beside you, head resting backwards as his chest moves up and down, catching his breath.
He lays out his hand in your direction. Your fingers intertwine, and you lean in, stealing a quick kiss from his lips; a sudden blush fills your cheeks as you taste yourself. “Still sweet like always.” Sungho murmured in your mouth, leaving a peck on your lips, pulling away.
He rests his head, eyes locked at you, smiling brightly. “Are you satisfied now, mister?” You ask playfully, watching as his cheeks reveal themselves into a rosy color. “I’m actually a little hungry… If I’m being honest, love.”
Sungho stares at you with bright eyes, eyelashes blinking slowly, seducing you with that beautiful face of his. “Well… That’s great, because ORIGINALLY we were going to actually eat first.” You joke around, pushing him away, while standing up. Sungho is quick enough to hug you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.
“You can use my hoodie, I miss seeing you in it.” He whispers, kissing your ear. “Only if you can control yourself as you watch me cook wearing your clothes.” You shake him around cutely, as you listen to him sighing. “I’ll try my best.” You chuckle, freeing yourself from his arms. “Liar…” You start laughing as Sungho quickens his pace after you.
Myung Jaehyun ~ Jaehyun
Warnings: he is older than reader, childhood friends to lovers, might have gotten too carried away with the plot tbh, mentions of alcohol, a bit angsty?, my bro’s down bad, crying, their first time kissing (omg so sweet), messy kissing, begging, dry humping, neck licking, finger sucking, drooling (word count: 2,2k)
Your body hides itself behind the entrance door, head out, arm waving your goodbyes, thanking everyone for their presence. Riwoo is the last one to leave, pausing before you're able to shut the door, turning around to look at you.
“You should probably look after Jaehyun… He’s passed out on the floor.” The boy looks at you with a concerned glance. You smile, brushing your hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I promised I would help him tidy up the place. I won’t leave until he’s feeling better.” Riwoo nodded, finally leaving.
When the door finally closes, you are left standing in the hallway, staring at the remains of the party. You start gathering the decorations, stacking them on top of the table. It was Jaehyun’s idea to have a combined birthday party, since both of you celebrated it only a week apart. You had no reason to say no.
The first time you celebrated together, he was turning 5 and you 4. Smiling, you carefully put aside the candles: 22 and 21 (except you obviously reused one of the two, so the cake counted 221 years, which gathered funny pictures). You heard a sound coming from the living room as the refrigerator door closed in front of you, the cake’s leftovers stored on the inside.
You carefully walk through the corridor. You could see the disco lights nearing the living room’s entrance, plastic cups gathered close to the couch.
The TV was on, playing your playlist on low volume; but your gaze landed on the boy, with his legs curled up and head resting on his knees, as he stared into the void. Without making much noise, you walk towards him, picking up the remote and turning off the television.
Jaehyun is startled by the sudden change in the ambiance, looking around until his gaze finally meets yours, as you squat to sit beside him.
“I knew you were faking it.” You accused him, a playful tone coating your voice. “I think I saw you have like. A cup of beer. No way you would pass out from that.” You gently push him with your shoulders, getting you close enough to see a smile on his face. “I was tired.” He shrugged.
Confusion sets in as you watch the normally cheerful boy, wrapped near you in such a tiny state, you almost didn't recognize. “Hey… What’s wrong? I thought you were having a good time.” Your voice comes out worried, and your heart shrinks a little as he faces you, eyes shining while blinking intensely.
“Don’t worry about it.” Jaehyun tries to stand up, but you pull him down again. “Talk to me, Jae.” You can feel his muscles soften by your touch.
Jaehyun looks at you, frustration written all over his face, as he sighs out loud, eyes avoiding your gaze. “It’s really stupid. Let’s not ruin the night-” It almost seemed like he was hiding something from you, and you hated it. Through all the night you noticed his eyes slyly stealing glances in your direction, but you didn't think much of it. Not until now.
“You know-” You held onto your breath, thinking before saying anything you would regret. “You never gave me a birthday present.” Sighing out loud, you exhaled all the air stuck in your lungs. Jaehyun looked at you, furrowing his eyebrows. “Your birthday’s next week, I -” “Yeah, well. We celebrated today, didn’t we?” You cut him off, confusion written all over his face.
“I don’t have it here with me, Y/N-” Jaehyun tried to explain himself, but you couldn’t care less about a birthday present, you just wanted his honesty. “You know what I would really like?” He stared at you, trying to understand where the conversation was leading towards.
“I just want you to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. DON’T try to deny it.” You cut him off before he could say anything. “I know you have. Why?” You didn’t realize how much these words were hurting you until now. Your childhood best friend, suddenly ignoring you.
Jaehyun blinked slowly, alternating between looking at your eyes and trying to find a way out of this trap. He finally sighed, defeated. “I didn’t want to.” His voice was quiet, fidgeting with his fingers, uneasy. “But you gave me no choice…” “ME?!”
You quickly shut your mouth, as he locks eyes with you, startled. “YES?? I MEAN. Have you seen the way you look tonight? Like. Man.” Wait. Your brain started malfunctioning. “And I mean, your hair! It looks amazing. Don’t get me started on that make up. Because I KNOW that is some new lipgloss and-”
You grabbed his arm, slightly digging in your fingernails into his skin, enough for the pain to make him stop rambling. “Jaehyun… What are you saying? I don’t-”
“I spent all night trying to get you out of my head. Because I couldn’t-” His voice cracked while staring at you, pupils dilated. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like. For me to see your lips up close. To taste your new lip gloss. To feel it.”
He breathed out, tears forming in the corner of his eyelids. “Do you hate me now?” Jaehyun whispered, you could sense a drop of fear in his voice.
You looked at him. Like actually looked at him. The boy who had always been by you. For better and for worse. Your best friend in the whole entire world. You would’ve been lying to say you hadn’t thought about him like that.
Especially when he was around other girls. What was the saying? “You only realize what you had, until you lose it”? You didn’t want that. You swallowed your jealousy. Your feelings were drowned with memories of your title: “friend”. Who would want to lose a friend like him?
But then again, how could you resist when he was straight up confessing, something that seemed so impossible for you. Your heart pumped even faster inside your chest. Those feelings weren’t just yours.
A mix of joy and fear rumbled inside you, but adrenaline worked faster than any emotion. “How could I possibly hate you, Jaehyun.” You sighed. “It would make me a hypocrite, since… I’ve thought about it more times than I could count…”
Jaehyun's eyes winded by your confession. “About what?” He asked, in disbelief. You smiled gently, your hand slowly moving up, caressing his cheek. “Kissing you.” You whisper, leaning in close enough to feel his warm breath surround you.
“Are you playing with me, right now?” Jaehyun trembled in front of you, struggling to keep his cool. “Why would I joke about this?” Your voice is kind, calm - almost like a sweet autumn breeze brushing against his skin.
You watched him hold his breath, eyes locked with yours, a hint of hope hidden behind their glow. “So… What are you going to do about it?” You whisper, feeling your heart almost ripping your chest apart. He stared at you one last time, before finally leaning in, warming your lips with his longing desire, his deepest secret.
Your mouth automatically parted, welcoming his tongue, his taste mixing along with yours. You dig your hand, scrunching his brown hair, pulling him in, deepening the kiss.
Jaehyun moaned against your mouth. It was nothing like any other kiss you’ve ever experienced. It was messy, sloppy - like he’d waited for this moment his whole life. He kissed you with such hunger, his mouth missing yours by a few centimeters, only crashing against your lips, once more.
You pull away quickly, taking a deep breath, leaning your forehead against his. “Am I dreaming right now?” His voice was shaky, breathing intensely. “You tell me.” You place a peck on his lips.
You caress his cheeks, staring deeply into his eyes, watching as tears build up on his bottom eyelid. “Please, don’t stop.” Jaehyun begged, leaning in once more, his nose brushing against yours, tongue sliding inside your mouth. As your fingers touch his skin, you feel the wam liquid wetting his face, as tears fall down along with a surprised gasp, each time you pull him closer.
Moving beside him, you push him against the couch, passing your leg over him, sitting on top of his lap. Jaehyun groans as you put your weight on top of him, hands wandering on your back - exploring every curve he knew by heart, but this time, covered in all his hidden intentions, everything he's been holding back. His eyes sparkled, sniffing slightly, as he tried to control his tears. You smile, stroking his hair backwards, leaning in for a kiss.
Jaehyun complained when your mouth parted from his, a smirk on your lips, as you began to trace a path down his neck, kissing his skin deeply and passionately, pleased by his satisfied groans.
“Fuck. You drive me crazy.” Jaehyun’s voice sounded out of breath. “Yeah?” You stare at him dangerously. “Show me how much you needed this, Jae.” You provoke him, hips moving slowly, watching his face glitch as you move.
“Fuck. Don’t do that.” Jaehyun bit his bottom lip, panting as you grinned down on him, head pending backwards while you kissed his neck. “No?” You whispered, placing pecks all over. “Want me to stop?” You teased, slowly pulling away.
Jaehyun's hand grabs your neck, stopping you. “Don’t you dare.” His voice was hoarse, quickly catching his breath before pushing your head towards his neck. You laugh, as you lick his skin, pressing kisses all around.
Your hair tickled his skin, grabbing his nape as you started grinding on his lap once more. The living room was filled by your sounds - pants and soft moans, choked breaths and slight creeks as you push the couch backwards.
Jaehyun moans quietly. You finally feel his bulge underneath you, adjusting your position on top of him. He whined when your pussy finally aligned perfectly with his cock, on top of his jeans.
You felt the pleasure build up inside you - your panties getting completely soaked as you kissed him urgently. “God - Faster.” Jaehyun grabbed your waist, boosting your movements.
His head leaned backwards, as you fastened your pace, abandoning his mouth to kiss his exposed neck. Your hand travelled through his face, panting as your arousal started building up. Unintentionally slipping your finger into his mouth, muffling his moans.
You let out a surprised groan, as his lips closed around your finger, tongue swirling on your skin, sucking its extension deeply. His mouth parted, whimpering as you grinded harder, your back arching as your hips moved forwards.
The friction was driving you insane; his erection throbbing right underneath you. Jaehyun bites down on your finger, but not enough to hurt you, just enough to mask his moans.
Your body reacted to his sound, his touches, his saliva on your skin. You needed to taste him again, you needed to moan against his mouth as you reached your high. You pulled your finger away from his lips, grabbing his face, leaning into him completely.
You kissed him hungrily, teeth clashing momentarily, results of your urgency. Your tongue reached his throat, making you feel his choked moan dying inside your mouth.
Jaehyun's lips urged you to give in, to let yourself go completely. You could barely hold your position in, as your body trembled on top of him, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. “Jaehyun! Oh- Fuck!” Your pull away, lips parted, forehead touching his, as your breaths become one, a high pitched moan leaving his mouth, as Jaehyun pants underneath you.
You stop. Hands cupping his cheeks, as you panted loudly. Your nose slightly brushes against his as you lean in for a kiss. Sweet and delicate. You pulled away, your gaze meeting his - watching him ruined underneath you.
“Can I just say…” Jaehyun struggles to catch his breath. “Best fucking gift. Ever.” You giggle, head falling onto his shoulder, as you try to hide your smile.
“More than that record player I got you?” You ask in between laughs. Jaehyun’s face lights up even more. “That was just the entrée. This was world changing. God.” Jaehyun groaned, kissing you on the cheeks, making you laugh even louder.
“I don’t know if I feel offended or happy? You know how much I searched for those vinyls?” You tried being dramatic, but the attempt failed instantly when Jaehyun opened his mouth.
“I loved them. Maybe we could use it as background music for next time…” He whispered seductively, leaning forward, kissing the tip of your nose.
You slapped his chest slightly embarrassed. “What? I thought you liked background music!” Jaehyun exclaimed, as you hid his face on his chest. “Oh shut up, Jae.” And your ears were filled with his unique laughter.
“So… What does my lipgloss taste like?” Jaehyun smiled from ear to ear. “Coconut. And a little of something else… Maybe I need to taste it again, wait a minute.” He stretched his neck forward, pecking his lips, waiting for a kiss. “Idiot.” You chuckled, pushing him away.
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Hope y’all enjoyed this series!!
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sungho loved it when you praised him. he loved the way you cooed at him after you dressed him in an oversized sweater and slipped clips with ribbons into his hair. you’re so pretty, you’d say, and his cheeks would turn to a shade of rose. but he knew how pretty he looked–you told him all the time, after all. he especially knew it when you sat him down in front of your full-length mirror and jacked him off over his lacy panties, watching himself get lost in the feeling and being reduced to a drooling mess. it almost always ended in overstimulation, his panties being so soaked that they were practically sheer. his cock would be left a throbbing red, regardless of how many times you milked him. all because of that one word: pretty.
rule one: when something is pretty, show it off.
that’s what you told him, anyway. so even if sungho was a bit embarrassed to go out grocery shopping with you in a frilly little skirt, he did anyway because he knew you would coo at him the whole time, telling him how proud you were to have him as your boyfriend. and when you both got home, of course, you would show sungho how proud you were, even allowing him to pick out which lingerie he would wear that night. although, he usually still struggled to choose and he would turn to you for help. awe, is my pretty doll having trouble thinking? don’t worry, i can decide for you. when those words leave your mouth, sungho becomes putty in your hands, nodding and blushing as he tries (and fails) to hide his growing erection.
rule two: when something is pretty, it’s impossible not to admire it.
sungho loved the spotlight–your spotlight. he loved your gaze, that twinkle in your eye that told him he was the most beautiful thing in the entirety of the universe. he obeyed you when you positioned him in front of your camera, snapping shots of him both naked and partially clothed. he blushed as you showed him the photos, you murmuring about how one particular one would look good on a postcard. sungho’s photos would be everywhere–your apartment walls, in your car’s glove box, in your wallet. they were the next best thing to the original, you told him. sometimes you also took photos of him in the bath, in between rinsing his hair and rubbing the loofah over his soft skin. he felt especially pretty then, sinking into your touch as you ran your hands over his body like he was something sacred to be worshipped.
rule three: when something is pretty, it’d be rude not to share.
it was your idea, of course. after all, you already had a camera and a pretty, willing participant. once every week, sungho would find himself in front of the camera, this time in various positions on the bed, but always wearing a cute pair of lingerie. you’d start by talking to the viewers of the livestream while barely ghosting your hand over his already painfully hard dick. sometimes you’d give shoutouts as you pushed the dildo already inside sungho deeper into him, making him embarrassingly closer to cumming. it wouldn’t ever take you long to finally fuck him how he likes, all the while touching him as though he were a delicate doll made of porcelain. isn’t he so pretty, everyone? look at the way his cheeks flush. he’d make a mess on himself, cum pooling on his lower stomach as he tried to get his whimpering under control. you’d read the comments from the viewers out loud to him just to tease him, leaving him begging for more. after all, he knew he was pretty and he loved putting on a show.
pairing- strict dom!ceo!sungho x sub!secretary!fem!reader synopsis- basically more kinky hcs of my other ceo sungho fic!
word count- 715
warnings- dom/sub dynamic, pain play(slapping, hair pulling), degradation, praise, unprotected sex, sex in kinda public space i guess, sungho is controlling as fuck!
everything written is consensual and between two adults!
yall already knowwww i had to bring back the ceo sungho headcanons!!
i feel like CEO sungho would be sooo possessive over you!
in the work place he'd glare at any man who talks to you, staring for wayyy too long. he makes it way too obvious, not even trying to hide the fact he's basically eavesdropping on your conversations.
"darling, I don't like the way you looked at him. don't talk to him again."
as you're his secretary, you're with him a lot during the day, but this doesn't stop him from using any excuse during his free time to talk to you. he'd even have your routes memorized and almost always know when and where you're going. he tries to take his breaks when you go on yours.
he loves ordering you around, i mean yes it technically is his job, but he uses you for more than what he actually needs assistance with. again, just lots of excuses to see you or order you around. he drags out your tasks, making you prep his coffee.
it doesn't have enough sugar; well now it doesn't have enough cream; now it has too much cream and still not enough sugar! just make a new one...
he even has strict rules on what you can and can't wear. he doesn't want anyone else looking at you the way he does, you were his sub after all.
"don't wear that skirt again."
he'd say in a stern tone that always makes your legs tremble
you loved living like this, he has full control over you even outside the bedroom. i feel like there'd be times he's too impatient to even wait til you get home, if he wants a blowjob right now, he's getting a blowjob right now!
but you're ok with that, he looks sexy in his work attire anyway, and the possibility of somebody walking in on you deepthroating his cock just made the two of you even more horny.
he'll even bend you over his desk right then, riding up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side and fuck into you. holding one hand across your mouth to muffle your moans, the other hand massaging your breasts.
"you're so easy baby, such a fucking slut for me"
in the bedroom he'd be freaky as hell!! he loves to use you as his personal sex toy and he likes to play rough.
i feel like he'd love heavy eye contact. brushing your hair out of your face, and holding your chin up to meet his gaze. he loves to see your facial expressions as he fucks into you, hard. if you try and hide your face, he'd hit a harsh slap to your thigh, leaving red marks along your soft skin.
"look at me while i fuck you, baby"
he'd be such a hair puller too. gripping onto your hair and tugging on it, his cock twitching with excitement every time you moan louder.
he would love to pound into you from behind, hands gripping your waist tightly, slapping your ass, leaving it all hues of pink and red.
usually when he's more tired, he'd make you ride him, he doesn't want to do the work. he'd hold his hands onto your waist while you bounce up and down his cock, he'd lay back relaxed, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing in rhythm with your movements.
he'd place gentle touches down your back and caress your waist. then grab at your ass, occasionally slapping you when you aren't going fast enough. giving you praises when you go the pace he likes
"that's my girl, just like that"
when he has to cum he makes you clean up the mess. holding your hair up out of your face, watching you to make sure you swallow every last drop.
"clean it all up like the cock slut you are"
during aftercare, however, he'd do a complete switch up. like that man does not plaayyyy about you! he'd spoil you, running you a warm bath at the perfect temperature, with your favorite bath salts. he'd be so romantic about it too, he's a lit candles and rose petals kind of guy. popping a bottle of wine and pouring you a glass, he'd have your robe hanging ready for you, made out of the softest, high quality satin.
pairing : free use!sungho x fem!dom!reader
synopsis : you decide to play with your doll while he's doing the dishes <3
word count : 1.3k + not proof read
warnings : heavy dom/sub dynamics, free use, dollification, girly nicknames used for sungho, begging, praise, degradation, heavy dumbification, tiny humiliation kink and dacryphilia !! everything written is consensual and between two adults
lower case intended !! minors do not interact !!
you entered the kitchen quietly, making a beeline for where your boyfriend was standing… carefully tending to his nightly chore of washing the dishes from dinner, slipping behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, smirking at how he jumps– whining about how you startled him before realization hits him.
"i'm doing chores..." the pout of his face invades his tone, lip only jutting out further as you hum.
acknowledging that, yes he was doing chores.
"you still can baby, i'm only hugging you." you teased, brushing his hair back and letting your fingertips brush against the sensitive spot just behind the shell of his ear.
the poor thing actually shudders.
"i know what you're doing." your plaything said-- he had a temper today, you noted.
"you don't know anything, doll." you decide, smiling cockily at how the blunt sentence made him nearly drop the mug he'd be rinsing out. "you know what i tell you, and i'm telling you to keep doing the dishes."
sungho nodded meekly, afraid he'd beg for something he was trying to pretend he didn't want if he opened his mouth.
you rested your head on his straight shoulder line, your eyes piercing into the sink full of suds and half-cleaned plates. your hands trailing forward to the buckle of sungho's belt, letting them dip lower to trace the outline of sungho’s cock-- moving away as soon as he tried leaning into the touch.
sungho whined under his breath before breaking, "let's just go to our room-"
"dishes, baby," you reminded.
he frowned, but obeyed. only able to focus for a few seconds before having to squeeze his eyes shut because you began tracing again. "someone's excited," you'd murmur, only making him whine louder and buck his hips experimentally forward.
"please" he begged, wanting for anything you were willing to give him. "i-i'll be good," he swallowed a lump inside his throat, "i'll be a good boy, i promise."
you hum in amusement, the little acknowledgement making his erection grow firmer inside of his jeans. feeling that he’d been teased enough, you quickly worked on his belt buckle, and made even quicker work of the button and zipper.
at this point, he's whining. a high-pitched noise coming from the back of his throat in pitiful noises that beg silently for a type of pleasure only you can give him.
"i've got you, doll." you soothe, practically hearing how his heart thumped against his chest-- anxiously awaiting the pleasure you'd trained him to crave. “i’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?”
your words make sungho nod like a desperate slut, blubbering out the word “please” as if it were the only word he ever knew.
your fingers would make their way to the waistband of his boxers, carefully lowering it until you’re able to pull his cock out. his lips would part at the contact made with his sensitive appendage, peachy lips forming the perfect ‘o’ shape as he gripped the edge of the sink.
you scooped the precum that had formed at the tip of his cock, finding it to be enough to slick up your hand. “you’re dripping, angel.” you’d coo as if you felt bad, the tone making sungho’s cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
wrapping your hand around his girth, you’d slide your hand up and down in a painfully slow manner. a smile forming on your face without your permission at the unholy noises that fell from his mouth, filling your kitchen with the sound of pleasure.
“that’s my good doll…letting me play with him wherever i want.” you praised, dipping your head inwards to nibble at the sensitive skin under his ear. sungho’s whines are breathy, but high-pitched.
it took a lot of training to get your doll to be this loud. you could still recall your first year of being together, it was sungho’s first time experiencing kinky sex. sometimes, you wondered if you ruined the boy, corrupted his idea of pleasure… because after the first time you let the name doll slip from your lips, neither of you had ever looked back at vanilla sex.
you had limited space to pump sungho’s cock as messily as you’d like, but you made do. his precum making enough of a mess to satisfy you, slickening up your hand and completely ruining his boxers.
sungho’s eyes screwed up as your pace grew sloppy, wet squelching sounds accompanying his pleasure-filled ones as you pumped your hand down to the tip, swirling your palm over it, and allowing his slit to rub against the crevices between your fingers.
“such a pretty doll,” you praised between leaving a plethora of hickies against his neck. “watch me, princess.”
your boyfriend’s eyes would well with tears as he looked down, watching how you worked your hand around his length. it was a dirty scene to take in; his knuckles whitened as he gripped the sink’s edge tighter.
“does it feel good?” you knew the answer, but you wanted to hear your boy struggle to say something as simple as yes.
he tried getting away with nodding, only for you to tsk and shake your head. “c’mon doll, i trained you better than that. tell me it feels good.” you prompted, rubbing the pad of your thumb along his slit and basking in the way he let tears fall down the sides of his smooth cheeks.
“feels-” sungho’s voice was weak. his breathing was heavy as he tried controlling his tongue, “feels-”
sungho would let out a pitiful whimper, finding his tongue too heavy to move.
“oh princess,” you cooed, using your free hand to run a comforting hand up and down his clothed arm. “It feels that good?” you amused, watching how he nodded along… his neck craning up and down in a way that told you he’d gone dumb.
“look at you, all fucked out like a dumb toy.” you’d kiss his neck for a final time before speeding up your hand’s space, being rough enough to make proper moans fall from his mouth. Broken, helpless sounds filled the kitchen of your shared apartment as he drew closer and closer to an orgasm.
sungho’s fingers would shake against the sink’s edge as he reached his boiling point, mindless, shaky pleas to cum escaping him as he began to see white. hot flashing irregulating his temperature as his stomach coiled with the hope of feeling something dreamlike, something heavenly.
something only good dolls got to experience.
“please, please please pl’please-” he stumbled over his words, slurring them together in a flurry of need. “i-i need, please- need, need it- s’so bad-” he’d feel his mind melting in on it’self, “please! please let me, i need-”
“cum.” it’s one word, but it’s the only word he needs to hear.
sticky, milky liquid squirted all over your hand. dripping off the edges and pouring onto your beautifully tiled floors, some getting onto the shoes he’d saved up for all month.
“there’s a good boy…let it all out,” you encouraged, only making him dumber as you milked every last drop of his orgasm out of his cock and onto your hand or the floor.
when he finally came too, he was leaning over the kitchen sink. Listening to the water run as you cleaned off your hand before reaching down and running a gentle, lukewarm, kitchen towel down his cock. his length would twitch meekly, overly sensitive from having been pumped dry just minutes prior.
“i-” his mouth snapped shut as you shushed him, continuing to clean your sub but dropping the towel next to the spots of cum that had fallen on the tile. “you’ll finish your chores before coming to bed, right baby?” you asked innocently, smiling at how fast your boyfriend nodded in agreement.
“that’s my good doll.” you praised, kissing his tear-stained cheek before leaving the kitchen to get ready for bed.
sungho panted as he looked between the half-completed dishes and the mess he’d made on the kitchen floor, his eyes darting to his phone as it chimed. a message from you.
‘my love: hurry, i want to use my toy before i sleep.”
he gulped despite his mouth being dry; he was in for a long night.
first properly written fic on this acc and it only feels right that it's in honor of @ilysungho 's birthday ... kati has inspired so much of my writing but also generally just inspired us to start focusing on our tumblr acc more so !! this ones for you kati <3 ~ 🍈
this is dedicated to our beloved kati!! you've inspired us so much! you're such a sweet person and i'm so grateful for our friendship!! happy birthday kati <3 ~ 🍓
