a/n: sub tops save me save me sub tops… you may recognise some themes from this headcanon post! that wasn’t enough to satiate my sick craving for submissive dejun <3 merry christmas one and all
tags: sub!dejun, humiliation, a hint of degradation, praise (‘good boy’), oral (f!rec), a hint of clit biting because I’m a little freak, begging, pinv, edging (m!rec), orgasm denial (m!rec)
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Despite the bruises from doing this just the night before, Dejun is on his knees again. It’s a position he puts himself in willingly, though he won’t deny you the fun of making him. The fun of humiliating him. Truthfully, there’s no place he’d rather be.
He whines against you, a sweet, melodic sound, just as pretty as he is. A mess of soft curls falls over his eyes, which flash open every so often to check your reaction, like your shaky whimpering isn't clue enough.
His tongue greedily explores your folds, licking, kissing, sucking, biting your clit, ravenous at the taste of you. More than that, he’s ravenous at the taste of pleasing you, of hearing you moan, of feeling your thighs around his head, of your juices coating his chin.
“Fuck- please let me fuck you-” He tries to pull away to beg, but he’s cut off by your thighs squeezing his head, drawing his tongue back to your cunt. He laps at your arousal, groaning when you grind into his mouth. You bury your fingers in his hair and pull him back.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Though you heard his request, he’s so fun to tease. He looks up at you with the cute kicked-puppy eyes he always gets when you make him repeat himself, humiliate himself.
“I said-” He closes his eyes. You can feel his ragged, anxious breathing, warm against your dripping pussy. “Please, please let me fuck you.”
“You’re so cute.” You sigh, absentmindedly petting his hair. “It almost makes me want to give you what you want…”
“Almost…”
“Yeah.” You shrug. “Almost.”
He pouts so pitifully at this that you consider giving in. The more you deny him, though, the needier he gets, the harder he fucks you when he’s finally allowed. You brush your fingers down his cheek, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“Use your fingers,” You mutter next to his ear. “I might feel more generous after I cum.”
He responds without words, more of a breathless whine. You part your folds to give him easier access and he kisses your fingertips before attaching his mouth to your clit again. Two slender fingers slide in with little resistance, curling up inside you to meet his tongue at your clit.
“Good boy…”
He responds to that with moans that send shivers down your spine, burying his head into your pussy, thrusting against your G-spot with a fervour that makes you yelp. Pleased, so pleased with pleasing you, he sucks at your clit, long and sharp and enough to make your legs quiver around his head.
“Oh fuck, make me cum, baby.”
He wants you to use him, he’s told you as much, so you sink your fingers into his hair, holding him close against you so you can grind against his tongue. It’s in this moment that you understand exactly how he gets when he’s desperate to cum, why he’d do anything to reach that high.
The pleasure turns from a distant ache to a sharp, urgent sensation - a want into a need. He grips your thigh for support with his free hand as you give yourself exactly what you need. Fisting the sheets for leverage, your orgasm shakes through you, pussy clenching tight around his fingers.
He kisses your thighs as you come down. His desperate, hungry eyes say nothing but please. You could pretend not to know what he wants, but when all you want is him inside you, any pretence feels like an unnecessary delay. He’s a truly pathetic sight on his knees, veiny cock leaking precum, waiting for your instruction. Gorgeous.
You hold his face in your hands and kiss him as he stands up. It’s hard not to grin at the light in his eyes, already so needy, so cute. Sometimes, when he’s like this, he’ll cum too early, without permission. This doesn’t bother you. Punishing him is just a different kind of fun.
He holds his cock against your entrance, waiting for your approval. “You’ve been so good.” You nod. “Go ahead, baby.”
You keep your face cool and indifferent as his cock fills you inch by inch, despite how incredible he already feels. The more you ignore him, the needier he gets. Though at this point, it hardly matters.
He fucks you like a wild animal, panting and moaning from his first thrust into you. Winded by the force, you reach up and grab his neck, pulling him closer, finding his lips with your own. The panting and moaning is even hotter against your mouth. He tastes like you as he sucks your tongue, bites your lip. All of a sudden, his hips slow to an agonising stop.
“Edging already?” A sweet smile spreads across your lips. “Are you that desperate?”
All he can do is nod, face contorted in concentration. Such a pretty, helpless sight.
“How pathetic. Can you say that for me? Tell me how pathetic you are?”
“I- fuck-” His cock twitches inside you. You tilt your head patronisingly as he finds the will to speak. “I’m so pathetic, baby, all for you.” He thrusts into you again, hard and fast.
“And needy, hm?” You smile as if you’re not tormenting him. As if he isn’t pounding into you like his life depends on it, as if he isn’t making you see stars with his hips.
“So needy…” He agrees without question.
“So obedient.” The smile still plastered on your face seems to drive him even wilder. “Good boy…”
“Am I allowed to, ah…” He mutters through shaky breath. “Can I cum?”
“One bit of praise and you’re already being demanding?” You sigh. “Not yet, Dejun, be patient.”
The scolding only seems to make him harder, more desperate. His hips move at an unbelievable pace, like he’s giving you everything just to prove how much he wants you. Still sensitive from cumming so hard, the friction of his cock starts to overwhelm you.
“You like it- ah- you like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you, baby?”
“Mm.” He stammers as he slows to edge again. “I really- I really do.”
“Don’t stop!” You scold, a hint of genuine exasperation colouring your tone. He’s so desperately hard and it feels so good. He dutifully obeys, picking up his pace again. This time, you let your pleasure flow freely from your mouth, tormenting him with how good he’s making you feel. “Oh, god, Dejun.” Your moans fill the room. “Your cock feels so fucking good…”
Already at the edge again, the next groan out of his mouth is low but pleading, intoxicatingly whiny. “Can I- please can I cum?” He begs, eyes wide. “Fuck- please?”
The look in his eyes is of pure torment, any playful façade slipped away. If he’d ever been playing the part of a desperate man, now he’s living it, it’s consuming him. It would be cruel to deny such a pathetic sight.
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