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fics:
⌞bang chan⌝
hot and cold - dom!chan ★
please - roleplay
professor bang - professor x grad student ★
kinktober '24 - breeding kink ★
alpha chan | chan and ripped jeans | chan sucking your strap | soft dom
⌞lee minho⌝
feel the beat - dom!minho
no air - breathplay
gates of hell - demon!minho
bite me. - biting kink ★
let me see you - sub!minho ★
the best man - (pt I)
brother’s best friend - secret relationship ★
everything for your golden touch - manhandling ★
raspberry stains - foodplay
dirty talk minho | aftercare minho | minho ft. the zipper | minho and boobs | cockwarming minho ★ | fucking vs making love minho | minho one night stand | minho eating you out ★ | minho and hair pulling ★ | sucking minho’s tiddies ★ dom minho (no smut) | minho eating his cum out of you ★ | minho sweatpants | thigh riding minho | remote-controlled vibe | cockwarming drabble
⌞seo changbin⌝
test me - strength kink
kinktober '24 - body worship
biker changbin
⌞hwang hyunjin⌝
sweet venom - grinding
the storm - smut with feelings
versace hyunjin | hyunjin piercing | soft dom | sub hyune
a/n: i’m drunk and im cold and i want minho. smut - MINORS DNI.
minho’s ears are cold. pink. his nose is dusted rose as a flutter of snowflakes wash over the both of you. you’re hurrying to your apartment, intertwined hands shoved in his jacket pocket to combat the cold.
“you’re cuddling me as soon as we get inside,” you insist, fishing your keys out of your purse with trembling fingers. “i’m fucking cold.”
“we can take a hot shower together,” he suggests in response, letting himself get dragged into your apartment with reluctant acceptance. “and you know what i mean when i say shower.”
you roll your eyes but he can’t see it, eyes downturned as he toes off his wet shoes.
“or i could cockwarm you while you cuddle me,” you smirk, knowing you’ve locked him in. hook, line, get ready for the sinker. “it’s a win-win.”
“how am i supposed to come up with an argument for that?”
it’s your gaze that makes him trail after you this time as you lead the both of you into your bedroom. he’s helpless as he follows you, compelled by you as if he is under a spell.
he watches with hungry eyes as you strip naked, and you suppress a shiver that’s half from his staring and half from the bitter cold that’s still wracking your bones. he pounces on you as soon as you lay down, his clothes flying off and landing in a haphazard pile on the floor as he moves towards you.
“let me open you up first,” his greedy fingers part your folds and you let out a content sigh as he circles your entrance.
“won’t take too long,” you can already feel warmth pooling in your belly and it sets you on fire from head to toe. by the time he feels satisfied enough to slide into you you’re half asleep, core pulsing around him lazily. his satisfied hum vibrates through your skin from where his lips have latched onto the back of your shoulder.
you pull his arms around you and bask in the warmth his body brings, and you fall asleep to the lullaby of his heartbeat.
a/n: i’m drunk and im cold and i want minho. smut - MINORS DNI.
minho’s ears are cold. pink. his nose is dusted rose as a flutter of snowflakes wash over the both of you. you’re hurrying to your apartment, intertwined hands shoved in his jacket pocket to combat the cold.
“you’re cuddling me as soon as we get inside,” you insist, fishing your keys out of your purse with trembling fingers. “i’m fucking cold.”
“we can take a hot shower together,” he suggests in response, letting himself get dragged into your apartment with reluctant acceptance. “and you know what i mean when i say shower.”
you roll your eyes but he can’t see it, eyes downturned as he toes off his wet shoes.
“or i could cockwarm you while you cuddle me,” you smirk, knowing you’ve locked him in. hook, line, get ready for the sinker. “it’s a win-win.”
“how am i supposed to come up with an argument for that?”
it’s your gaze that makes him trail after you this time as you lead the both of you into your bedroom. he’s helpless as he follows you, compelled by you as if he is under a spell.
he watches with hungry eyes as you strip naked, and you suppress a shiver that’s half from his staring and half from the bitter cold that’s still wracking your bones. he pounces on you as soon as you lay down, his clothes flying off and landing in a haphazard pile on the floor as he moves towards you.
“let me open you up first,” his greedy fingers part your folds and you let out a content sigh as he circles your entrance.
“won’t take too long,” you can already feel warmth pooling in your belly and it sets you on fire from head to toe. by the time he feels satisfied enough to slide into you you’re half asleep, core pulsing around him lazily. his satisfied hum vibrates through your skin from where his lips have latched onto the back of your shoulder.
you pull his arms around you and bask in the warmth his body brings, and you fall asleep to the lullaby of his heartbeat.
a/n: i’m drunk and im cold and i want minho. smut - MINORS DNI.
minho’s ears are cold. pink. his nose is dusted rose as a flutter of snowflakes wash over the both of you. you’re hurrying to your apartment, intertwined hands shoved in his jacket pocket to combat the cold.
“you’re cuddling me as soon as we get inside,” you insist, fishing your keys out of your purse with trembling fingers. “i’m fucking cold.”
“we can take a hot shower together,” he suggests in response, letting himself get dragged into your apartment with reluctant acceptance. “and you know what i mean when i say shower.”
you roll your eyes but he can’t see it, eyes downturned as he toes off his wet shoes.
“or i could cockwarm you while you cuddle me,” you smirk, knowing you’ve locked him in. hook, line, get ready for the sinker. “it’s a win-win.”
“how am i supposed to come up with an argument for that?”
it’s your gaze that makes him trail after you this time as you lead the both of you into your bedroom. he’s helpless as he follows you, compelled by you as if he is under a spell.
he watches with hungry eyes as you strip naked, and you suppress a shiver that’s half from his staring and half from the bitter cold that’s still wracking your bones. he pounces on you as soon as you lay down, his clothes flying off and landing in a haphazard pile on the floor as he moves towards you.
“let me open you up first,” his greedy fingers part your folds and you let out a content sigh as he circles your entrance.
“won’t take too long,” you can already feel warmth pooling in your belly and it sets you on fire from head to toe. by the time he feels satisfied enough to slide into you you’re half asleep, core pulsing around him lazily. his satisfied hum vibrates through your skin from where his lips have latched onto the back of your shoulder.
you pull his arms around you and bask in the warmth his body brings, and you fall asleep to the lullaby of his heartbeat.
a/n: i’m drunk and im cold and i want minho. smut - MINORS DNI.
minho’s ears are cold. pink. his nose is dusted rose as a flutter of snowflakes wash over the both of you. you’re hurrying to your apartment, intertwined hands shoved in his jacket pocket to combat the cold.
“you’re cuddling me as soon as we get inside,” you insist, fishing your keys out of your purse with trembling fingers. “i’m fucking cold.”
“we can take a hot shower together,” he suggests in response, letting himself get dragged into your apartment with reluctant acceptance. “and you know what i mean when i say shower.”
you roll your eyes but he can’t see it, eyes downturned as he toes off his wet shoes.
“or i could cockwarm you while you cuddle me,” you smirk, knowing you’ve locked him in. hook, line, get ready for the sinker. “it’s a win-win.”
“how am i supposed to come up with an argument for that?”
it’s your gaze that makes him trail after you this time as you lead the both of you into your bedroom. he’s helpless as he follows you, compelled by you as if he is under a spell.
he watches with hungry eyes as you strip naked, and you suppress a shiver that’s half from his staring and half from the bitter cold that’s still wracking your bones. he pounces on you as soon as you lay down, his clothes flying off and landing in a haphazard pile on the floor as he moves towards you.
“let me open you up first,” his greedy fingers part your folds and you let out a content sigh as he circles your entrance.
“won’t take too long,” you can already feel warmth pooling in your belly and it sets you on fire from head to toe. by the time he feels satisfied enough to slide into you you’re half asleep, core pulsing around him lazily. his satisfied hum vibrates through your skin from where his lips have latched onto the back of your shoulder.
you pull his arms around you and bask in the warmth his body brings, and you fall asleep to the lullaby of his heartbeat.
a/n: i’m drunk and im cold and i want minho. smut - MINORS DNI.
minho’s ears are cold. pink. his nose is dusted rose as a flutter of snowflakes wash over the both of you. you’re hurrying to your apartment, intertwined hands shoved in his jacket pocket to combat the cold.
“you’re cuddling me as soon as we get inside,” you insist, fishing your keys out of your purse with trembling fingers. “i’m fucking cold.”
“we can take a hot shower together,” he suggests in response, letting himself get dragged into your apartment with reluctant acceptance. “and you know what i mean when i say shower.”
you roll your eyes but he can’t see it, eyes downturned as he toes off his wet shoes.
“or i could cockwarm you while you cuddle me,” you smirk, knowing you’ve locked him in. hook, line, get ready for the sinker. “it’s a win-win.”
“how am i supposed to come up with an argument for that?”
it’s your gaze that makes him trail after you this time as you lead the both of you into your bedroom. he’s helpless as he follows you, compelled by you as if he is under a spell.
he watches with hungry eyes as you strip naked, and you suppress a shiver that’s half from his staring and half from the bitter cold that’s still wracking your bones. he pounces on you as soon as you lay down, his clothes flying off and landing in a haphazard pile on the floor as he moves towards you.
“let me open you up first,” his greedy fingers part your folds and you let out a content sigh as he circles your entrance.
“won’t take too long,” you can already feel warmth pooling in your belly and it sets you on fire from head to toe. by the time he feels satisfied enough to slide into you you’re half asleep, core pulsing around him lazily. his satisfied hum vibrates through your skin from where his lips have latched onto the back of your shoulder.
you pull his arms around you and bask in the warmth his body brings, and you fall asleep to the lullaby of his heartbeat.
meant to do a little minho imagine where i wrote the plot of a fic im too overwhelmed to actually write and then i started including dialogue and it’s now at 1k words and i guess im writing the damn thing???
meant to do a little minho imagine where i wrote the plot of a fic im too overwhelmed to actually write and then i started including dialogue and it’s now at 1k words and i guess im writing the damn thing???
warnings: fem!reader (reader is called good girl), slight restraint, new kink discovery, unprotected sex. smut - MINORS DNI.
synopsis: you didn't know how to tell minho you wanted him to pin your wrists down and ruin you.
you love minho. you love every single thing about him, from the freakish facial expressions that he makes when he wants to annoy you to the soft sound of his voice when he’s talking to his cats. you loved him so fierce that you ached with it, the knowledge that he is yours inflating your head to the point of almost bursting.
you loved having sex with him almost as much as you loved loving him. you craved the way he would untangle your body with his fingers, the dark and twisted way his eyes would bore into yours as he slid into you, the near animalistic way he would drive into you when he was close to his high.
and yet, your greedy little mind couldn’t help but want something else. despite the love and care and attention he gave you so freely, you held this small bundle of disappointment deep inside of you, locked away and begging to be set free:
you wanted him to pin your wrists down - to the wall, to the bed, behind your back, anything. you wanted to see the veins in his hand bulge from holding you down, you wanted bruises painted on your skin for days that you could look at as evidence of his passion for you. you wanted to be rendered immobile, you wanted to thrash around with no chance of escape
you think about it more frequently than what is probably normal; when you try to not think about you end up thinking about it more, and it turns into this vicious cycle that you can’t leave. in bed is one thing, but daydreaming in grocery stores? when you’re out at dinner with your friends? even now, when you’re sitting with his head in your lap watching a movie?
in truth, this one wasn’t your fault, really. one minute you were watching the two leads dance around each other in a frustratingly awkward flirtation and the next they had peeled each others’ clothes off and were engaging in some heavy petting that you had to admit was a tad too much. usually when corny sex scenes took place during movies you watched together, you both laughed about it, giggling at how unrealistic it was. but this one…
the man takes both of her wrists in one hand and presses them to the mattress above her head and she moans, and despite how pornographically fake it sounded you still found yourself pressing your legs together just slightly. minho’s head shifts with the movement and he huffs, fidgeting a bit before settling back down.
the camera pans to the woman’s wrists, and you can’t help the way your pussy clenches around nothing, an embarrassing gush of wetness seeping out of you. you haven’t been turned on this quickly by something other than minho’s lips in so long and you wish you could hide your face away from him.
“he’s not even pressing that hard, she could get free so easily,” minho snarks, complimenting his words with a bark of laughter before looking up at you for a response.
he doesn’t go to the gym like you do, is what you would likely say if this wasn’t affecting you the way it was. she’s pretending to stroke his male ego.
“yeah,” you say instead, and it comes out shakier than you wanted it to. he notices, of course he does, and before you could brush it off he sits up and scrutinizes you with narrowed eyes.
“are you-” he cuts himself off, pausing to look down at your lap and back up to your eyes. “are you turned on right now?”
“shut up,” you drop your hands to your lap in an effort to cover up something invisible, something that he clearly already knew about.
“don’t hide from me,” he teases, taking one of your wrists into his hand to move it away from your lap. “you’re turned on by a cheesy porno scene, this is so funny.”
“it’s not that,” you try to defend yourself when he bursts into delighted laughter. you try and move your hand out of his grip, but he keeps it strong, and that makes the pulsing between your legs even worse.
he notices, of course he does. he notices everything about you, whether you like it or not.
“oh,” he breathes out, eyes wide and mouth dropped open, his tongue poking out to lick at his bottom lip. you can see the wheels turning in his head as he arrives at the answer to a question you didn’t want him to ask.
“let’s just go back to the movie, okay?” you tug again at your hand but he doesn’t budge. his eyes are transfixed on the way his fingers look wrapped around the delicate skin of your wrist.
“you want me to do this?” he breathes out, taking your hand and leading it up to the back of the couch, right by your head. he positions your hand in place delicately before pressing down, so far that you can feel your heartbeat thrumming in your fingertips.
“god, yes,” you moan out, too far past being embarrassed to hold anything back. you can feel each one of his fingers pressing into your skin, and you buck your hips up into him when he moves to slide a knee in between your legs.
“how long have you been holding this back from me, hmm?” he asks, leaning forward so that his words glide right against your ear. he presses a kiss to the top of your jaw before pulling back a bit.
“wasn’t holding it back,” you gasp out as he pins your other wrist to the opposite side of your head, trapping you in place.
“i think you were,” he brushes his lips against yours and you try and chase him when he moves back but you can’t with the way he’s holding you back.
he guides you up, his grip still strong on your wrists, and oh. he’s walking you to the bedroom with your wrists trapped in his grip and this is something you hadn't ever imagined - it was somehow better.
you move as if in a daze, the air around you moving away like syrup as he pushes you into the mattress underneath him. everything was happening too quickly, not fast enough, just right in the space and time he’s given you.
he releases your wrists so he can undress himself, and you already miss the warm weight of him on you as if you were missing a limb.
he doesn’t make you wait too long, climbing over you with a predatory look in his eyes, pressing just enough of his weight onto your body to make your breath catch in your throat.
“my pretty girl wants to be held down, doesn’t she?” he teases, his voice deep against your skin as he trails his fingers against the veins on your wrists.
“ngh, min,” is all you can let out, all the thoughts leaving your head with every touch of his fingers on you. he nuzzles his nose into your neck, an impossibly sweet gesture that makes you relax into a boneless puddle of spilled bones on the mattress.
“i’ll always give you what you want,” he yanks your hands up above your head in one split second, a wicked grin on his face as he crosses them and pins them to the pillows. his other hand trails down to the waistband of your shorts, teasing them against the elastic before creeping further down.
you’re already so turned on, so close to the edge that the first brush of his fingers against your clit makes you jump underneath him. your hands start to move to wrap around his back, wanting to hold him even closer to you, but you can’t. you let out a dry sob, so overwhelmed with how this was impossibly good, how such simple actions from him effected you so intensely. this was so much more than you could ever have imagined in the darkest parts of your head.
his fingers pause on your skin and he looks up at you with alarm, an are you okay? at the edge of his tongue.
“off,” you say before he could, wriggling your hips and hoping he would understand.
“okay, baby,” he does, of course he does. he helps you kick off your shorts and panties, and it’s a little bit of an awkward affair but neither of you could think to care about that. every bit of his teasing from earlier was gone, the reactions he pulled from you making him desperate to do it over and over just to hear the way you gasped so prettily around his name.
his hand flies back to your cunt, keeping your wrists secured above your head as he rubs circles around your clit over and over until you’re shaking apart under him. your hips buck up when you come and he works you through it, finally stopping when you start to whine in sensitivity.
he lets go of your wrists to cup your face in his hand, latching his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss that leaves you panting into his mouth. you leave your hands where he had kept them, still crossed over your head, and when he notices he groans at the sight.
“you’re so hot,” he says reverently, the possessiveness in his gaze making your heart skip a beat. “you’re so good, my good girl, all mine.”
“yes, god, i’m yours-”, he doesn’t let you finish, flipping you over onto your stomach so quickly that you felt weightless. he paints himself onto your back and you can feel how hard he is, his cock brushing against your thighs. he takes your wrists in his hands again and twists them to rest at your lower back, securing them in his hold.
he ruts into the space between your thighs once, twice, three times before positioning himself at your entrance and burying himself inside of you. you’re so wet that the slide is almost too easy, he fits himself into you like he was made to be there always. he stays there for a moment, nosing at the back of your head before drawing out and snapping his hips forward so quickly that you can hear his thighs hitting your ass.
“ah!” you cry out, the aftershocks of your previous orgasm giving away to the feeling of him gliding in and out of you. you feel so impossibly small like this, pressed underneath him and unable to move - not that you would want to if you could.
he keeps you restrained under him as he drives into you, ignoring the way your hands clench and unclench into fists every time he hits that spot deep inside of you that makes your entire body sing with pleasure.
he presses wet kisses to the back of your neck, the side of your ear, the crown of your head as he fucks you; the only sounds echoing through the room are his breathless pants and the little ah-ah-ah’s you let escape into the pillow under you.
you come together, the rhythmic squeezing of his hand around your wrists and your cunt around his cock creating the perfect rhythm for both of you to ride until climax. he stays buried inside of you for a moment, releasing your wrists to intertwine his fingers with yours instead.
when he pulls out to collapse on his back next to you, you whine a bit, and he shushes you and pulls you into his chest. he’s still catching his breath and you can hear his hummingbird heartbeat under your ear as he tilts his head down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“why didn’t you tell me this was something you wanted to do?” he asks, trailing his fingers through your hair.
“i didn’t want you to think i wasn’t satisfied with what we do already,” you mumble, addressing his chest more than him. “because i am, truly.”
“baby, you don’t need to be afraid to tell me these things,” he soothes, his voice so soft in the night air. “i can’t say this was something i’ve thought about before, but i very much enjoyed it. we discovered this together. i want to keep discovering things with you.”
“will you stop being so emotionally intelligent all the time?” you slap his chest, a light thing, but he grabs your wrist in his hand to stop you from doing it again anyways. there’s redness there from the way he had been gripping it and he rubs his thumb against your skin to soothe it; even so, you hope you can see the marks of his fingertips there tomorrow.
minho’s “i guarantee that it’s the best for you” is giving i know what you need don’t i baby? you don’t have to think about anything in that pretty little head of yours. let daddy take care of you, that’s a good girl. just lay there and take it, i know what’s best for you.
a/n: this made me crash the fuck out. what the fuck. he’s so. he’s. anyways here’s some subby changbin that has no real beginning or end because i’ve forgotten how to write. smut - MINORS DNI. >1k.
your lips tingle as they trace along smooth skin, rippling muscle vibrating under your ministrations as you move lower and lower. you’re teasing him and he loves it, he’s so responsive to everything you do that it makes you feel like a god. you’ve been at this longer than you can recount, teasing him to the point of him not being able to form full sentences or think for too long.
it’s just what he needs when he’s feeling overwhelmed, bogged down by pressure and expectations. the eagerness to please you takes over his every cell, turning him into your obedient little plaything.
“no one gets to see this but me?” you run the tips of your fingers down his chest, curling them just enough so your nails scrape against his skin and he shudders underneath you. your question is shaped like a command, a silent threat hidden between the syllables of your words.
“mmh, yours,” he gasps out, eyes hazy and half lidded in a way that makes you smirk against his pecs.
“good boy, changbin,” you ignore the whine he lets out, too used to his reactions to praise to let it fluster you. the thing that does pull at your restraint is the way he throws his head back against the pillows, hair forming a dark halo around him and throat fully exposed for you. you lean up to press a kiss to the newly unveiled patch of skin, scraping your teeth gently against his pulse and sucking until you can feel it jump.
“beautiful,” you mutter as you resume your previous path, sliding down until your breath is fanning the dark curls of hair above the band of his briefs. his hand reaches to hover above your head, fingers itching to run through your hair, but he holds it in place just a breath away from you.
oh, he’s such a good boy for you.
“you can touch,” your permission looses whatever taught strings were holding his body and his hand drops into your hair, the weight of it soothing.
“thank you,” he breathes out, well trained.
“touch, but no pulling,” you warn, letting a bit of warmth seep into your voice. you know that he knows better. he’s attuned to everything you want, knows how to read your sighs as you losing your patience and your hums as you being pleased with him. you don’t need to tell him anything to get him to follow instructions.
the power rush it gives you to have this man who’s built like your own personal super hero under your control is insane. you almost didn’t know what to do with the overinflated sense of ego that he gives you with every command he complies with. the weight of his hand against your hair brings you back down to earth, settling the chemicals bouncing around your brain, grounding you.
“ngh,” his voice is strangled as you slide his briefs just enough, the head of his cock catching on the fabric. it’s so hard that it looks painful, and you coo at him in sympathy. really, you had been teasing him with your mouth for longer than necessary, so it was your fault. you lick a slow, wet stripe up your palm, watching as he throws his head back again just to whip it forward. you can see the internal battle of giving in to the overwhelming feelings and keeping his head up to keep his eyes on you.
his lips begin to shape your name as you take his length in your hand, and you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.
“that’s not what you should be calling me right now, is it?” you leave your hand still, giving him the chance to correct his mistake and leaving him throbbing in your grip.
“no, noona,” he gasps, the lovely pink flush traveling up his chest all the way to the tips of his ears.
“that’s my perfect angel,” you coo, resting your burning cheek against his trembling thigh as you let your hand move in a lazy pace. he wasn’t the only one blushing - you were affected by this too, you just kept some brain cells together most of the time.
changbin on the other hand was drooling into the pillows, one hand shaking in your hair and the other fisting the sheets. he gasps when you start to move your hand faster, the sharp intake of air jolting his entire body.
he’s quick to get to the edge of release after so long of being teased and touched and kissed. you can tell he’s close when the muscles in his thigh pull taught under your cheek and he removes his hand from your head to cover his eyes. he’s always shy like this, like he can’t stand to look at himself when he’s falling apart in pleasure. like he knows that the only one who’s allowed to see this is you, removing even his own gaze from the equation.
you’d brought him to tears once when you made him look at himself in the full body mirror you bought just for that purpose.
you keep going, twisting your wrist and letting your fingers dance along his cock until he’s right there -
and you stop.
the whine he lets out is absolutely pitiful, and he goes completely boneless against the mattress. he’s panting, gulping down greedy breathes of oxygen as he tries to understand why he isn’t tumbling over the edge right now.
“you’re perfect,” you murmur, your hungry eyes watching every small movement he makes. it’s beautiful to watch, the trust and adoration in his eyes shining at you even when you’ve denied him a release that he deserves. you turn your head, free from his grip now, and suck a gentle bite into his inner thigh. he garbles low in his throat, blinking slowly as his heartbeat returns to a regular pace.
his eyes drift lazily towards you when you tug his briefs back over his cock, the material of it straining over how hard it is.
“what do you say, angel?” you ask him, crawling up so you can tuck him against your chest. your nails scratch at his back and he chokes out a breath against your chest, floating and overwhelmed and happy despite it all.
“thank you,” it’s so quiet that it’s almost not there, but you hear it as if it was whispered right into your ear.
you deny him an orgasm and he thanks you. you’ve trained him so well. your blood rushes between your legs and you suppress the urge to rub them together - there would be plenty of time for him to take care of that for another time.
“keep being my good boy and I’ll take care of this later,” you shift your leg so your knee is pressed just against his straining cock and you drink in the sound he makes. your thoughts are rushing with ideas of what you want to do with him - tie him up with ropes and ride him until he screams? let him fuck you but don’t let him come until you have at least twice?
you keep petting him as you think, lulling him to sleep against you, a remedy for the dark circles under his eyes and a promise of sweet dreams as he thinks about the reward he will get when he wakes.
too bad you didn’t tell him how long he’ll have to wait until later comes, right?
also thank you @woahfruity for reminding me the difference between affect and effect because ill don’t know (even though she doesn’t know the difference between verb and noun)
a/n: this made me crash the fuck out. what the fuck. he’s so. he’s. anyways here’s some subby changbin that has no real beginning or end because i’ve forgotten how to write. smut - MINORS DNI. >1k.
your lips tingle as they trace along smooth skin, rippling muscle vibrating under your ministrations as you move lower and lower. you’re teasing him and he loves it, he’s so responsive to everything you do that it makes you feel like a god. you’ve been at this longer than you can recount, teasing him to the point of him not being able to form full sentences or think for too long.
it’s just what he needs when he’s feeling overwhelmed, bogged down by pressure and expectations. the eagerness to please you takes over his every cell, turning him into your obedient little plaything.
“no one gets to see this but me?” you run the tips of your fingers down his chest, curling them just enough so your nails scrape against his skin and he shudders underneath you. your question is shaped like a command, a silent threat hidden between the syllables of your words.
“mmh, yours,” he gasps out, eyes hazy and half lidded in a way that makes you smirk against his pecs.
“good boy, changbin,” you ignore the whine he lets out, too used to his reactions to praise to let it fluster you. the thing that does pull at your restraint is the way he throws his head back against the pillows, hair forming a dark halo around him and throat fully exposed for you. you lean up to press a kiss to the newly unveiled patch of skin, scraping your teeth gently against his pulse and sucking until you can feel it jump.
“beautiful,” you mutter as you resume your previous path, sliding down until your breath is fanning the dark curls of hair above the band of his briefs. his hand reaches to hover above your head, fingers itching to run through your hair, but he holds it in place just a breath away from you.
oh, he’s such a good boy for you.
“you can touch,” your permission looses whatever taught strings were holding his body and his hand drops into your hair, the weight of it soothing.
“thank you,” he breathes out, well trained.
“touch, but no pulling,” you warn, letting a bit of warmth seep into your voice. you know that he knows better. he’s attuned to everything you want, knows how to read your sighs as you losing your patience and your hums as you being pleased with him. you don’t need to tell him anything to get him to follow instructions.
the power rush it gives you to have this man who’s built like your own personal super hero under your control is insane. you almost didn’t know what to do with the overinflated sense of ego that he gives you with every command he complies with. the weight of his hand against your hair brings you back down to earth, settling the chemicals bouncing around your brain, grounding you.
“ngh,” his voice is strangled as you slide his briefs just enough, the head of his cock catching on the fabric. it’s so hard that it looks painful, and you coo at him in sympathy. really, you had been teasing him with your mouth for longer than necessary, so it was your fault. you lick a slow, wet stripe up your palm, watching as he throws his head back again just to whip it forward. you can see the internal battle of giving in to the overwhelming feelings and keeping his head up to keep his eyes on you.
his lips begin to shape your name as you take his length in your hand, and you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.
“that’s not what you should be calling me right now, is it?” you leave your hand still, giving him the chance to correct his mistake and leaving him throbbing in your grip.
“no, noona,” he gasps, the lovely pink flush traveling up his chest all the way to the tips of his ears.
“that’s my perfect angel,” you coo, resting your burning cheek against his trembling thigh as you let your hand move in a lazy pace. he wasn’t the only one blushing - you were affected by this too, you just kept some brain cells together most of the time.
changbin on the other hand was drooling into the pillows, one hand shaking in your hair and the other fisting the sheets. he gasps when you start to move your hand faster, the sharp intake of air jolting his entire body.
he’s quick to get to the edge of release after so long of being teased and touched and kissed. you can tell he’s close when the muscles in his thigh pull taught under your cheek and he removes his hand from your head to cover his eyes. he’s always shy like this, like he can’t stand to look at himself when he’s falling apart in pleasure. like he knows that the only one who’s allowed to see this is you, removing even his own gaze from the equation.
you’d brought him to tears once when you made him look at himself in the full body mirror you bought just for that purpose.
you keep going, twisting your wrist and letting your fingers dance along his cock until he’s right there -
and you stop.
the whine he lets out is absolutely pitiful, and he goes completely boneless against the mattress. he’s panting, gulping down greedy breathes of oxygen as he tries to understand why he isn’t tumbling over the edge right now.
“you’re perfect,” you murmur, your hungry eyes watching every small movement he makes. it’s beautiful to watch, the trust and adoration in his eyes shining at you even when you’ve denied him a release that he deserves. you turn your head, free from his grip now, and suck a gentle bite into his inner thigh. he garbles low in his throat, blinking slowly as his heartbeat returns to a regular pace.
his eyes drift lazily towards you when you tug his briefs back over his cock, the material of it straining over how hard it is.
“what do you say, angel?” you ask him, crawling up so you can tuck him against your chest. your nails scratch at his back and he chokes out a breath against your chest, floating and overwhelmed and happy despite it all.
“thank you,” it’s so quiet that it’s almost not there, but you hear it as if it was whispered right into your ear.
you deny him an orgasm and he thanks you. you’ve trained him so well. your blood rushes between your legs and you suppress the urge to rub them together - there would be plenty of time for him to take care of that for another time.
“keep being my good boy and I’ll take care of this later,” you shift your leg so your knee is pressed just against his straining cock and you drink in the sound he makes. your thoughts are rushing with ideas of what you want to do with him - tie him up with ropes and ride him until he screams? let him fuck you but don’t let him come until you have at least twice?
you keep petting him as you think, lulling him to sleep against you, a remedy for the dark circles under his eyes and a promise of sweet dreams as he thinks about the reward he will get when he wakes.
too bad you didn’t tell him how long he’ll have to wait until later comes, right?
also thank you @woahfruity for reminding me the difference between affect and effect because ill don’t know (even though she doesn’t know the difference between verb and noun)
a/n: this made me crash the fuck out. what the fuck. he’s so. he’s. anyways here’s some subby changbin that has no real beginning or end because i’ve forgotten how to write. smut - MINORS DNI. >1k.
your lips tingle as they trace along smooth skin, rippling muscle vibrating under your ministrations as you move lower and lower. you’re teasing him and he loves it, he’s so responsive to everything you do that it makes you feel like a god. you’ve been at this longer than you can recount, teasing him to the point of him not being able to form full sentences or think for too long.
it’s just what he needs when he’s feeling overwhelmed, bogged down by pressure and expectations. the eagerness to please you takes over his every cell, turning him into your obedient little plaything.
“no one gets to see this but me?” you run the tips of your fingers down his chest, curling them just enough so your nails scrape against his skin and he shudders underneath you. your question is shaped like a command, a silent threat hidden between the syllables of your words.
“mmh, yours,” he gasps out, eyes hazy and half lidded in a way that makes you smirk against his pecs.
“good boy, changbin,” you ignore the whine he lets out, too used to his reactions to praise to let it fluster you. the thing that does pull at your restraint is the way he throws his head back against the pillows, hair forming a dark halo around him and throat fully exposed for you. you lean up to press a kiss to the newly unveiled patch of skin, scraping your teeth gently against his pulse and sucking until you can feel it jump.
“beautiful,” you mutter as you resume your previous path, sliding down until your breath is fanning the dark curls of hair above the band of his briefs. his hand reaches to hover above your head, fingers itching to run through your hair, but he holds it in place just a breath away from you.
oh, he’s such a good boy for you.
“you can touch,” your permission looses whatever taught strings were holding his body and his hand drops into your hair, the weight of it soothing.
“thank you,” he breathes out, well trained.
“touch, but no pulling,” you warn, letting a bit of warmth seep into your voice. you know that he knows better. he’s attuned to everything you want, knows how to read your sighs as you losing your patience and your hums as you being pleased with him. you don’t need to tell him anything to get him to follow instructions.
the power rush it gives you to have this man who’s built like your own personal super hero under your control is insane. you almost didn’t know what to do with the overinflated sense of ego that he gives you with every command he complies with. the weight of his hand against your hair brings you back down to earth, settling the chemicals bouncing around your brain, grounding you.
“ngh,” his voice is strangled as you slide his briefs just enough, the head of his cock catching on the fabric. it’s so hard that it looks painful, and you coo at him in sympathy. really, you had been teasing him with your mouth for longer than necessary, so it was your fault. you lick a slow, wet stripe up your palm, watching as he throws his head back again just to whip it forward. you can see the internal battle of giving in to the overwhelming feelings and keeping his head up to keep his eyes on you.
his lips begin to shape your name as you take his length in your hand, and you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.
“that’s not what you should be calling me right now, is it?” you leave your hand still, giving him the chance to correct his mistake and leaving him throbbing in your grip.
“no, noona,” he gasps, the lovely pink flush traveling up his chest all the way to the tips of his ears.
“that’s my perfect angel,” you coo, resting your burning cheek against his trembling thigh as you let your hand move in a lazy pace. he wasn’t the only one blushing - you were affected by this too, you just kept some brain cells together most of the time.
changbin on the other hand was drooling into the pillows, one hand shaking in your hair and the other fisting the sheets. he gasps when you start to move your hand faster, the sharp intake of air jolting his entire body.
he’s quick to get to the edge of release after so long of being teased and touched and kissed. you can tell he’s close when the muscles in his thigh pull taught under your cheek and he removes his hand from your head to cover his eyes. he’s always shy like this, like he can’t stand to look at himself when he’s falling apart in pleasure. like he knows that the only one who’s allowed to see this is you, removing even his own gaze from the equation.
you’d brought him to tears once when you made him look at himself in the full body mirror you bought just for that purpose.
you keep going, twisting your wrist and letting your fingers dance along his cock until he’s right there -
and you stop.
the whine he lets out is absolutely pitiful, and he goes completely boneless against the mattress. he’s panting, gulping down greedy breathes of oxygen as he tries to understand why he isn’t tumbling over the edge right now.
“you’re perfect,” you murmur, your hungry eyes watching every small movement he makes. it’s beautiful to watch, the trust and adoration in his eyes shining at you even when you’ve denied him a release that he deserves. you turn your head, free from his grip now, and suck a gentle bite into his inner thigh. he garbles low in his throat, blinking slowly as his heartbeat returns to a regular pace.
his eyes drift lazily towards you when you tug his briefs back over his cock, the material of it straining over how hard it is.
“what do you say, angel?” you ask him, crawling up so you can tuck him against your chest. your nails scratch at his back and he chokes out a breath against your chest, floating and overwhelmed and happy despite it all.
“thank you,” it’s so quiet that it’s almost not there, but you hear it as if it was whispered right into your ear.
you deny him an orgasm and he thanks you. you’ve trained him so well. your blood rushes between your legs and you suppress the urge to rub them together - there would be plenty of time for him to take care of that for another time.
“keep being my good boy and I’ll take care of this later,” you shift your leg so your knee is pressed just against his straining cock and you drink in the sound he makes. your thoughts are rushing with ideas of what you want to do with him - tie him up with ropes and ride him until he screams? let him fuck you but don’t let him come until you have at least twice?
you keep petting him as you think, lulling him to sleep against you, a remedy for the dark circles under his eyes and a promise of sweet dreams as he thinks about the reward he will get when he wakes.
too bad you didn’t tell him how long he’ll have to wait until later comes, right?
also thank you @woahfruity for reminding me the difference between affect and effect because ill don’t know (even though she doesn’t know the difference between verb and noun)
