OK NOW PEGGING YOOSUNG??
hello dear anon (and the second anon that requested this) i am very sorry this took months to actually write but i will make it up to you in length
wc: 1,215 warnings: slight degradation, breath play, slight dacry, pegging, strap usage content: gender neutral reader but assumed afab due to usage of a strap on. can be read differently if needed.
nsfw warning under the cut!
“Ah!” The blond underneath you moaned out softly, the pillow he had been using to rest his head up was now scrunched up in his fists, saliva staining the pillowcase from places he had bit down on to muffle the noises coming from him.
“C’mon, Yoosung. I want to hear more than just that from you. Be a good boy for me,” your hand was placed on the small of his back, adding pressure to the spot to arch his back to an angle that made it easier for you to deeply thrust your strap into him, “I know that’s what you like to do, anyway.”
Your hands immediately went to wrap around his waist, pulling him up so his back was flush to your chest, his hand that was tangled in the sheets moved to your wrist, nudging your hand up. With a raised brow, you shook your head and laughed, stilling the movements of your hips while you were bottomed out inside of him. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t going to indulge him if he wasn’t going to ask properly.
“You can do better than that, baby. I know you can.” As you spoke, you trailed kisses up the side of Yoosung’s neck, grinding your hips against him in an attempt to elicit some type of response out of him. When you reached his earlobe, you lowered your voice to whisper into his ear. “I know my good little slut wants my hand around his throat, but if he doesn’t ask nicely, he doesn’t get what he wants.”
The second you called him the nickname you had quickly found out he liked, he was instantly babbling out things he wanted from you. None of them made sense as they were all jumbled together in his shy way of asking for all the things he wanted you to do to him. You were slowly inching your hand up his chest as he spoke, rolling your eyes with a groan as your hand found its place on the base of his throat. Your fingers dug into the sides of his neck, cutting off his flow of oxygen for the time being and his ability to speak at all. Yoosung was once again back to a whining mess with just one different touch.
“If you learned how to use your words, Yoosung, I’d still be fucking you right now.” You gave his throat a tighter squeeze before dropping your hand down to his hips, gripping tightly onto him as you pulled your strap out of him to the tip, quickly slamming back into the blond without giving him any time to prepare for your vicious new pace with him. Yoosung was a fucked out mess just with a few more thrusts of your hips, his body falling limp and tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Since he was so small, you were able to shift him on the bed and force him to face the mirror from across the room, a smirk on your lips as you bit down on his shoulder and held his head up with a gentle grip on his throat to force him to stare at his own reflection.
“Look at you, so weak for my cock to be pounding into you…” You trailed off as you saw his cheeks flush red as he made eye contact with you in the mirror, “Oh? Are you actually enjoying this? Do you enjoy me forcing you to watch yourself be destroyed and fucked stupid by me?” You were teasing him, forcing the rhythm of your hips to be slightly off to keep him on edge.
“Yes! Ah, yes. I… I love it. So much.” Yoosung’s speech was broken and rushed, but he was still able to get his words out to express what you wanted to hear and you were pleased enough. Even through his fucked-out and hazy brain, he was still able to obey your command.
You quickly decided he had been good enough for you for the night to let him cum, so you wasted no time and picking up the rhythm of your hips again. The sound of your skin slapping against his mixed with his high-pitched whines and moans in the room. His body went limp again as you thrust into him relentlessly, your grip on his body tightening so you could keep him held up at an angle that let you thrust your strap into him deeply.
“There! R-right there… harder, please. M’gonna cum…” Yoosung had tears in his eyes once again as he spoke, a few of them rolling down his cheek and falling onto his chest.
You wiped up some of his tears with your fingertips, pushing the digits past his lips which he eagerly accepted, and instantly started sucking on the fingers in his mouth. You watched his face closely in the mirror as you pounded into him, his moans becoming more frequent as he got closer to his orgasm. He once again made eye contact with you in the mirror, his hand reaching to lift near his cock. With a silent nod, you gave him permission to touch himself, and mere seconds after his hand was stroking his length, he cried out your name as he came onto his hand and the sheets below him.
“There we go… such a good boy. How do you feel, pretty boy?” You stilled your hips almost instantly, carefully pulling out of him and supporting his body with your tight grip to make sure he didn’t fall onto the bed too soon.
“I feel… ah…” His voice was just as hazy as the look on his face, a smile forming on his lips while you laid him down carefully onto the mattress.
Yoosung was already closing his eyes as you moved off the bed and removed the strap-on from yourself. You gave his forehead a soft kiss before going to the bathroom to fill up a cup with water and wet a washcloth to clean him off. Faint snores filled the room when you walked back in, but Yoosung woke up quickly when he heard your footsteps nearing the bed.
“Here, I got you water. Drink up, darling.” You spoke quietly, not wanting to wake him up too much, he deserved all the rest he could get now that you were done with him.
He mumbled out a soft thanks before drinking down the glass of water, setting the empty cup on the nightstand next to the bed as you cleaned off his forehead of sweat and moved to clean his hand that was covered in his cum.
“You can nap first, Yoosung, but later you and I are taking a nice bath together to soothe your muscles, got it?” You climbed into the bed next to him after rinsing off the washcloth and placing it on the bathroom sink, making a mental note to throw it in the washing machine later.
All Yoosung could manage to do was nod his head as he curled up against your side, head placed on your chest as he quickly and quietly fell back to sleep. You gently played with the soft strands of his blond hair until you soon fell asleep not long after him.
