Casual writer, no schedule, primarily sub!idol, dom!reader
&TEAM
Legal Line
As subs (sub!&Team)
K
Thoughts on kissing
Relinquish (dom!K)
Pup's "Punishment" (puppysub!K)
Fuma
Thoughts on kissing
Nicholas
Thoughts on kissing
Taki
Thoughts on kissing
Maki
Thoughts on kissing
ALPHA DRIVE ONE
Sangwon
Nocturnal Indulgence
AMPERS&ONE
Kamden
Teasing Kamden (sub!Kamden)
Thoughts on kissing
Brian
Missing You Hours, a Brian Ho drabble
Jiho
The Cute Boy in Drawing Class
Kyrell
Sleeping Beauty
Hyung Line
Aftermath and Planning (Brian, with Jiho and Kamden)
Have Your Cake and Eat Me, Too (Siyun / Brian)
Felix has always been clingy, the kind of best friend who never runs out of excuses to share your bed. At first it was movie nights, then it was because the apartment was too cold, and now itโs nightmares. You told yourself it was harmless, but things start to feel different when you realize your best friend is hard, pressed up against you in his sleep.
Pairing: soft dom ! reader x sub ! roommate ! bsf Felix
Genre: best friends au, roommates au, smut, angst (light)
Warnings: heavy emphasis on somnophilia โฆ NON-CONSENSUAL โฆ mutual masturbation โฆ handjob โฆ reader touches herself โฆ guilt & sexual tension โฆ needy!Felix โฆ innocent-looking but filthy dreams โฆ lots of whimpering/moaning โฆ best-friends-crossing-the-line feels.
Authorโs note: this is the first fic iโm sharing here !! i originally wrote it in my main language and then translated it into english, so i hope everything came out right <3
2 a.m. you wake to a sound you instantly recognize as your best friend and roommate Felixโs voice, fighting off sleep you manage to open your eyes just enough to see his silhouette standing in the doorway of your room.
"Can I sleep with you? I had another nightmare," he asks, his voice low and a little hoarse.
"Lix this is the third time this weekโฆ and also donโt you think youโre a little too big to be scared of nightmares?" you tease, and as you say it you pull the blanket back in an automatic gesture, inviting him onto your bed, because honestly you donโt really even care about your own argument.
"Iโm not scared of nightmares, I just prefer to avoid them. And I never have bad dreams when I sleep with you," he says as he nestles himself beside you.
It had been a few months since the first time you two shared a bed, it happened after a party when you came home drunk and ended up falling asleep together in your room. After that, it became almost regular. Sometimes you would pass out watching movies, other nights Felix would say it was too cold to sleep alone. Now, his excuse was nightmares. Deep down you knew he always found a new reason, but you never questioned it, because in truth you liked it too.
Itโs impossible to admit this to him without making things weird, but sleeping with Felix is nice. Heโs warm, quiet, comfortable, and thatโs exactly what you think about at 3 a.m., watching him sleep beside you.
He falls asleep almost instantly, while you lose yours. Itโs not like youโd prefer to spend the night staring at the ceiling, but Felix wrapped around you so tightly that you can barely move without risking waking him.
Felix has always been clingy, and youโve grown used to it. He never lasts more than three hours without hugging you, and sharing the bed doesnโt change that. Usually you sleep spooning, but on nights like this he presses so close to you that you canโt help but feel every inch of his body against yours.
And thatโs where the problem starts.
You know itโs wrong to fantasize about your best friend while he sleeps innocently beside you, but how can you help it when you notice heโs hard? Itโs normal, you try to remind yourself. An involuntary reaction, nothing more. At least thatโs what you force yourself to believe whenever it happens.
And it happens often. Hard not to notice when heโs tangled up with you like that. Your body ignores logic and guilt, and your mind insists on painting scenes of Felix moaning your name, begging for more, while moving inside you.
You try so hard, but you canโt control those thoughts. The truth is, these last few months youโve even thought about how Felix seems to be exactly your type. Heโs so sweet, soft, needy, and right now all you can think is what itโd be like if he were under you.
But heโs your friend, your best friend. Youโve been together since childhood. You were inseparable at school, so it wasnโt a surprise to anyone when you both decided to go to the same university. It wasnโt odd either when you rented an apartment together near campus. You love having Felix around, lifeโs easier in pair. Heโs always been there when things got tough.
Like when you had a fierce argument with your parents and he comforted you, letting you stay at his place as long as you needed. Or when you felt insecure about your body at a pool party in school and he complimented you so much that you walked out feeling like the prettiest girl there. And when you broke up with your almost five-year-long relationship a few months ago, Felix took you to a party after he found you crying locked inside your room. He never really liked parties, but that night the two of you danced, had fun, drank, and ended up cuddling in your bed.
The guilt you feel for all the dirty thoughts isn't just because Felixโs your best friend, itโs because he seems so innocent. Sure, the big eyes and cute freckles help create that image, but you also never saw him with anyone. Heโs never introduced a girlfriend or boyfriend to you, he never brought anyone into your apartment, and he always seemed awkward and restless when you tried to open up about something intimate with your ex.
So in an act of self-preservation, you shift just enough for Felix, still asleep, to change position. Now heโs facing away from you, and you let out a relieved breath. This time, you hold him, trying to recapture that innocent normalcy. That is, until you start hearing little noises.
Felix makes low sounds, almost whimpering, and you canโt quite understand whatโs going on until he starts moving his hip slightly, heโs in the middle of an erotic dream. The whole situation leaves you dizzy and, regretfully, very turned on. You want to be angry, blame Felix for putting you in this situation, but deep down you know the fault is entirely yours. You canโt blame him for wanting to sleep cozy with his best friend, nor for natural bodily reactions in sleep. He isnโt even conscious. You are. And youโre absolutely guilty for all the filthy thoughts you had while it was happening.
While you're internally wrestling with guilt, trying to hold onto whatever decency youโve got left, Felix does the one last thing that shatters your sanity,
Between the whimpers, you hear a soft โPleaseโฆโ
Heโs still sleeping, you know that, but it's like he was begging you, right? How can you resist a pretty boy begging? You canโt, you know you canโt. These thoughts swirl in your head as you slowly lower your hand to his hard, needy cock.
The second you touch Felixโs cock, he almost instinctively starts grinding against your hand through his clothes and from the sounds heโs making you realize all he needed was a little friction to find relief. And that makes you almost feel better, after all, you're not using him, technically youโre the one being used. Except he doesnโt knowโฆ and heโs unconsciousโฆ and didnโt ask for any of thisโฆ and damn
Felix lets out a loud moan that snaps you out of all rational thought.
His voice is so sweet, so needy that fuck it, youโll put the guilt aside until later, because now all you want is to hear more of those moans. You finally start moving your hand over him, mimicking the motions he was doing himself, and the response is immediate, he gets more vocal and every sound he makes seems to go straight into your pussy.
You slide your free hand into your own panties, exploring your release while continuing to stroke Felix. Your fingers trace through your folds and you canโt believe how wet you are, like nothing youโve ever felt before.
Felix moans loudly, breathing raggedly, his hips seeking more friction. Heโs close, you feel it, by the pulse in your hand, by the pre-cum soaking the fabric.
You pick up the pace, matching his rising desperation, until he cums, moaning loudly and pressing his cock into your hand. The intensity is so overwhelming that you reach your own orgasm right after, plunging your fingers into yourself until you canโt breathe.
Exhaustion crashes over you soon after. All you manage to do is roll onto your side and close your eyes.
When you wake up, itโs already morning. You notice the light leaking through the window cracks, the bed is empty, and the smell of pancakes drifting into your nose makes you hurry to the kitchen.
You walk in to see Felix humming happily while frying pancakes. As soon as he sees you, his eyes light up and he grins wide.
"Good morning, I made breakfast."
Your stomach twists, not just because youโre hungry, but because of the guilt of taking advantage of someone so sweet and attentive.
"You seem cheerful today, Lix," you force a smile, trying to mask the fog in your head.
"I slept well last night. I had good dreams," he says, still wearing that gigantic smile.
"What did you dream about?" you ask carefully, your voice low, even though you already have a pretty good idea of the answer.
"Itโs none of your business," he says playfully, averting his eyes, "But you were there."
thank you so much if you made it all the way to the end ๐ซถ this is my very first time posting here, so iโm sorry for any mistakes (both in writing and in formatting) !! iโm still new to tumblr, so if you have any tips on how to make a proper post, iโd really appreciate it ๐
synopsis: what starts off as spoiling and relaxing your pretty boyfriend with a massage turns into something else because you cannot resist him.
cw: sub! sangwon, dom! reader, hand job, tit play? riding, cowgirl, petnames, edging, begging, unprotected sex
the rain continued its steady rhythmic tap against the window, the soft sound blurring the rest of the world into a distant hum. inside, the room was thick, the only illumination came from three large vanilla-scented candles resting on the dark wooden dresser, their flames dancing and throwing long lazy shadows across the walls. the air was warm, smelling deeply of sweet almond, melted wax and a hint of earthy sandalwood, creating a private and warm cocoon.
sangwon lays completely flat on his stomach, his face buried into a plush white pillow to muffle the quiet content sounds escaping him. his shoulders were broad, the pale skin glistening faintly under the low light, already showing a soft delicate pink from the ambient heat and the friction of your touch. you sat straddling his thighs, knees lightly anchoring his hips to the mattress, keeping him entirely grounded beneath you.
you uncap the bottle of massaging oil, pouring a generous amount into your palms and rubbing your hands together, the soft sliding sound of your slick skin filling the space between you.
"feeling completely relaxed, baby?" you ask, voice dropping to a low, soothing murmur that immediately draws his attention.
"mm... so relaxed," sangwon murmurs into the pillow, his voice thick and sleepy. "your hands are always so warm"
you bring your oil slicked hands down onto the small of his back, the initial touch causing his breath to hitch slightly before he completely melts into the mattress. you begin to work in long, deliberate strokes, your palms sliding effortlessly from his lower spine all the way up to his neck, smoothing over the lean contours of his muscles. every line of his body was completely pliant, trusting your hands implicitly.
"you have so much tension right here," you whisper, using your thumbs to apply a gentle rotating pressure right between his shoulder blades.
sangwon lets out a low shaky sigh, his fingers lightly twitching against the sheets. he turns his head to the side, resting his cheek against the fabric so he can look at you. his blond hair so beautifully messy, a few damp strands clinging to his flushed forehead. his eyes heavy, hooded with a mix of exhaustion and deep comfort as he watches you through his long lashes that you envy so much.
"you're doing a very good job taking care of me" he whispers, a ghost of smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"of course i am" you say softly, leaning forward to press a gentle yet lingering kiss to his warm shoulder blade, tasting the sweet oil on his skin. "you deserve to be taken care of, sangwonnie. just let me do everything, hmm?"
his eyes flutter close at the praise, a soft pink blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck, his chest rising and falling in deep, slow breaths. you continue the slow rhythm, your hands tracing the curve of his waist and the back of his thighs, ensuring every inch of his upper body was slick, warm and thoroughly relaxed under your care.
as the minutes tick by, the atmosphere in the room shifts. the innocence of the massage beginning to give way to a heavy pull that made the air feel thick and hard to breathe. your hands travelling back up his spine, the edge of your palms lazily brushing against the waistband of his boxers.
the effect was instantaneous. sangwonโs deep relaxed breathing breaks, catching sharply in his throat. his stomach muscles ripple and tighten under your touch, his hips giving a microscopic yet involuntary twitch against the mattress.
"sangwonnie..." you murmur, your hands coming to a rest on his lower back, feeling the sudden, intense heat radiating from his skin. "roll over for me, baby. look at me"
he blinks his eyes open slowly, his gaze dilated and glassy with mounting desire. he didn't hesitate, turning onto his back until he was completely exposed to you. the visual of the prettiest man ever below you, as his eyes look up with neediness, pleading for your touch, was breathtaking. the amber candlelight catching the sheen of the oil covering his chest and abdomen, making his skin glisten like wet silk. your eyes rake lower and lower down, his boxers were shifting, a growing ridge pushing against the fabric and twitching in rhythm with his accelerated heartbeat.
you pour a tiny bit more oil into your hands, the wet, sliding sound of your palms rubbing together making his ears turn a deep crimson, anticipating of what might happen. you shift your weight, sitting comfortably over his thighs, your presence commanding but entirely gentle, something that he absolutely loves.
"look how pretty you are" you whisper, your oil slicked fingers lightly tracing his collarbones before sliding down the center of his chest. "all flushed and soft under the candles. are you getting hot, baby?"
sangwon swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing sharply as his hands lay flat on the mattress, his fingers tightly clamping onto the sheets to keep himself still. he looks up at you with complete submission, his expression entirely vulnerable. "yes... because you're sitting on me like that. you're so warm..."
"i'm just taking care of my favourite boy" you tease gently, your hands traveling lower, tracing the lean muscle of his stomach, moving closer and closer until your fingers lightly graze the elastic of his underwear. "do you want me to keep going?"
"please.. " he whispers, his voice trembling, an implicit plea for direction and for permission. "please touch me?"
you smile down at him, a soft, affectionate expression and reach down to smoothly slide his boxers down his legs, tossing them away. he's completely bare beneath you now, a beautiful glistening picture of vulnerability, his chest heaving as he waits obediently for your next move.
you gather the excess oil from his stomach, smoothing it down the full length of his hard, throbbing cock until every single millimeter is dripping, and completely frictionless. when you wrap your warm hand around him, the sound is incredibly loud in the quiet roomโa thick, wet and slippery squelch that makes your boyfriend's eyes instantly snap shut.
"ah... god" he whimpers, his head falling back into the pillow, his hips lifting slightly into your palm before he remembers to hold himself back.
"shh...stay still for me" you command softly, keeping your pace slow, steady and agonizing. your oil slicked hand slides from his base all the way up to the leaking tip, smearing his pre-cum with the oil in a continuous heavy glide. "just lie there and let me do it... you don't have to lift a finger, okay baby?"
"it's so slippery" he whines quietly, a tear of sheer overstimulation tracking down his temple into his hair. his hands white-knuckled on the bedsheets, his toes curling as the friction free heat of your hand drove him crazy. "baby, fuck... it feels so good...please."
"you're being such a good boy for me, sangwonnie" you praise softly, leaning down so your breath ghosts over his ear, your voice a gentle purr that anchors him through the intensity and overwhelming feeling. "look at you, staying so still... taking it so beautifully. i love how much you need this. i love how needy you get just from my hands"
"i'm being good, aren't I?," he pants, his chest heaving violently against yours as you lean down, your own skin slick with the transfer of oil. he forces his eyes open, completely glazed, looking up at you with absolute adoration. " please... tell me i'm doing good."
"you're doing perfectly, sweetie," you whisper against his lips, speeding up the slick wet rhythm just a fraction, the heavy squelching sound filling the candlelit room as you guid him steadily towards the edge.
the heavy, wet rhythm of your hand continues to fill the dark room, the sound of the oil squelching against his skin growing louder as his body tightens. sangwonโs hips stuttering upward now, desperately, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he nears the absolute edge.
"i'mโi'm gonna go..." he chokes out, his eyes rolling back, fingers practically tearing at the bedsheets. "baby, please, i can't hold itโ"
just as his body is about to get entirely rigid, you clamp your grip tight at the base of his pretty cock and completely stop the movement, holding him suspended right at the brink. sangwon lets out a devastated whining cry, his eyes flying open, completely wide and glazed with confusion and desperate need.
"shh... not yet, sweet boy" you murmur, your voice a calm contrast to his frantic breathing.
with your free hand, you reach down and pull your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor. the cool air of the room hits your bare skin, instantly causing your nipples to harden under the dim amber light of the candles. sangwonโs gaze immediately drops to your tits, chest heaving as he stares at you, completely captivated and helpless.
you slide your oil covered hand up his dick, thumb catching the heavy bead of clear, thick pre-cum that was leaking from the top. leaning over him, you press the slick pad of your thumb directly against his lower lip, forcing his mouth open.
"taste how ready you are for me," you whisper gently.
sangwon swallows hard, his tongue darting out eagerly to lick the fluid off your thumb, his dark eyes locking onto yours with nothing but love. "so sweet.. such a sweet boy" you praise softly, wiping the remaining moisture against his cheek. "such a good boy..."
without giving him time to recover, you wrap your hand back around his leaking and flushed cock, fisting him with a firm grip to get the oil moving again. but instead of just using your hand, you lean down further, using your body to take over. you guide his thick, throbbing length up towards your chest, positioning the heavy mushroom head right between your tits.
using both hands to squeeze your tits tightly together, trapping his cock in the deep warm cleavage. your skin was already shiny and slick from the residual oil on your hands and as you begin to press your tits down and slide them up and down his length, the friction is entirely gone, replaced by a tight yet slippery heat.
you maneuvere him deliberately, lifting your chest slightly so that the slick, shiny head of his cock latches and glides directly across your stiff nipples.
a high-pitched, broken sob escapes sangwonโs throat. the feeling of his sensitive head rubbing directly over your hard nipples, coated in a thick layer of warm almond oil, was entirely too much. his head thrashes against the pillow, his neck tendons straining as he tries to look down at the view of his own cock disappearing between your breasts.
"look at what you're doing to me, baby..." you murmur your voice dropping into a low and heavy purr as you rub him relentlessly against your skin. "look how beautifully you fit right here. you're getting me so messy, sangwonnie..."
"it's so soft... god, it's so tight" he whimpers, his hands flying up to hesitantly grip your waist, not to push you away but to try and anchor himself as his hips began to violently roll against your squished tits. the wet, sliding sounds of his cock rubbing over your breasts echoing.
you maintain complete control, maneuvering his slippery cock back and forth, making sure every inch of his shaft is coated in the warmth of your skin and oil before dragging him right back over your nipples, pushing him closer and closer to the climax he had been begging for.
the heavy, wet friction of your breasts hugging his length is driving him entirely out of his mind. sangwonโs hands slick with the transferred oil, grip your waist with a trembling and needy force. his hips are rolling upwards completely against his control, his lower stomach muscles tight and rippling with every frantic movement.
"please," he sobs out, his voice completely broken, his face flushed a dark, beautiful pink under the candlelight. "please, let me cum.? i'll be so good for you, i'll do whatever you want... just please let me finish inside you... i need it so bad."
you let out a low, breathless laugh, deeply reveling in just how unraveled and needy you have made him. you stop the friction against your tits, sliding up his torso until you are straddling his hips completely, your bare thighs framing his waist. you reach down, your hand finding his slick, throbbing cock and guiding the heavy, shiny head right against your cunt.
sangwonโs eyes blow wide, dark and completely dilated with hope. "whaโ?"
"shh, i've got you..." you whisper, and before he can gasp out another plea, you sink down slowly, burying his full length inside you in one deep smooth slide.
a loud, high-pitched cry tears from his throat as your tight warmth encases him, his back arching completely off the mattress. to drown out the sound, you lean down and capture his lips in a deep bruising kiss. your tongue slides into his mouth, tasting the remnants of his own pre cum and swallowing his breathless moans as your bodies finally connect.
you don't give him the fast, hard rhythm he is starving for. instead, you keep your hands planted firmly on his chest, anchoring him down as you begin a slow, agonizingly lazy grind. you roll your hips in tight, deliberate circles, shifting your weight so the inside of your dripping pussy squeezes him mercilessly with every slide.
"ah... god, no, please..." sangwon whimpers against your mouth as you finally pull back just enough to look at him. tears of sheer overstimulation are wetting his eyelashes, trailing down his flushed cheeks. "don't do it slowly... please, just fuck me hard. i can't take the grinding, it's too much... it's not enough"
"you can take exactly what i give you, sweet boy" you murmur, your voice a gentle but unyielding command. you lift your hips up, sliding nearly all the way to his tip before dropping back down hard, making him let out a breathless, choked gasp. "tell me how much you like being fucked by me. tell me what a good boy you are.."
"i'm your good boy... i'm your favourite boy" he cries out shamelessly, his submissive nature completely taking over as his head thrashes from side to side on the wet pillow. "your pussy's so fucking tight... it's squeezing me so hard. please... just let me thrust, let me please you."
you lean down, pressing your oily, bare breasts against his chest, the slick friction of your skin connecting as you pick up the pace just a tiny fraction. you keep him entirely trapped beneath you, grinding and teasing his most sensitive spots, making him weep and beg for the release that you are holding just out of his reach.
the slow torturous grind of your hips continues to wring broken noises out of him, the wet, sliding sound of your bodies locked together filling the candlelit room. sangwonโs hands are completely locked onto your thighs now, his knuckles white as he tries to find some leverage, his entire lower half trembling under the absolute weight of your control.
you pause your movement for a fraction of a second, staying buried deeply inside, and lean forward until your chest brushes his. you look down at his ruined, tear stained face with a slow, amused smile, your gaze full of an affectionate yet condescending warmth.
"look at you..." you murmur, your voice dropping to a low, mocking purr that makes his ears instantly turn a violent shade of red. "you're a total mess, sangwonnie. crying, begging, shaking beneath me..."
you shift your hips just an inch, a tiny, lazy roll that makes his stomach muscles instantly contract.
"and you're here begging me so prettily, so nicely to let you cum" you whisper, leaning in closer until your lips are almost brushing his ear, your breath hot against his skin. "but tell me, sweet boy... what about me? are you actually going to make me cum tonight? are you going to make me feel good, too?"
sangwon lets out a choked and desperate whine, his head thrashing against the pillow as the sheer weight of the question hits him. "iโi want to" he sobs out, his voice breathless and an octave-high. "i want to make you feel so good, baby, please... i promise i will."
you let out a soft, condescending chuckle, your hand coming up to lazily cup his flushed, wet cheek, your thumb wiping away a stray tear. "how can you make me feel good when you can barely even handle me sitting still on you? you're so weak for me, baby...you're so close to blowing your load in my pussy just from me looking at you.."
"no... no, i can do it" he whimpers, his eyes fluttering open, completely glazed and desperate to please you, looking up at you wide-eyed . "you know I always do... tell me what to do. let me please you. i'll hold it in for as long as you want, i swear, just tell me how to make you cum"
you drag your fingernails lightly down his chest, watching the goosebumps immediately break out over his slick skin. the power dynamic in the room is entirely yours, and you revel in the way he hangs onto every single word, dependent on your validation.
"you really think you have the control for that?" you tease softly, dropping your hips down hard, bottoming out against him suddenly that forces a loud shattered gasp from his lips. "you're just my good little boy, aren't you? you don't get to decide when we're done. you're going to lie there and let me use this pretty little cock of yours until i've had my fun."
"yes.. yes, please, use me," he cries out shamelessly, his hips give a desperate and weak twitch upward, as he weeps into the mattress. "make yourself feel good... just don't stop."
sangwon is entirely unraveled beneath you, his upper body shaking so violently that the headboard rattles weakly against the wall. you keep your weight planted firmly over his thighs, holding him captive as you slowly drag yourself up and down his length again, halting completely every single time his hips try to wrench upwards to chase a release.
"please baby... please, i can't... i'm gonna die" he sobs, his voice dropping into a ragged broken plea. tears stream down his temples into his blond hair, and a thin silver thread of drool leaks from the corner of his parted lips, dripping onto the wet pillowcase. he has completely lost all pride, his head thrashing from side to side in pure, agonizing overstimulation. "let me cum inside you... let me put it in your pussy, please.... let me..."
you wrap your hand tightly around the very base of his cock where it disappears into your hole, squeezing hard to keep the blood trapped at the now swollen purple head.
"you want to fill me up so bad, sangwonnie?" you murmur condescendingly against his lips, your thumb lazily wiping the drool from his chin. "look at what a pathetic little mess you are for me. crying and begging so prettily..."
"yes... yes, please, i'm your pretty boy" he weeps shamelessly, his eyes rolled back so far you can only see the whites, his entire lower half spasming automatically against your thighs. "please, baby... now, now."
you give him one last brutal tease, pulling almost completely out until only the shiny, dripping head is resting at your entrance, holding him suspended over the cliff for three long agonizing heartbeats until his chest heaves in a silent suffocating gasp.
"good boy" you finally whisper, the permission cutting through the quiet room like a blade. "do it. fill up this pussy"
you drop your hips down hard, bottoming out against him in one deep ruthless slide. the sudden crushing warm grip of your gummy walls is the final trigger his body can't withstand. sangwon lets out a shaky moan that dies out into a choked gasp as his body goes entirely rigid beneath you.
his toes curl violently, his fingers clawing into the mattress as his hips lock in a high arched bridge. deep inside you, his cock begins to throb violently, pulsing with a wild uncontrollable force. huge, thick waves of hot seed erupt from his length, instantly flooding your pussy with his heat. you can feel the heavy spurts filling you up to the brim, the intense warmth spreading deep within your core as his internal muscles clamp down in a pathetic and endless release.
"ah... god, baby... look how much... look how much i'm giving you" he pants breathlessly, his voice a thinned out whisper as his hips shudder and twitch automatically, trying to force every single remaining drop deep inside you.
you stay heavily sunk down on him, absorbing every single violent throb of his release, your hands cupping his flushed wet face as he slowly collapses back into the sheets. he lies completely spent and dripping under your weight, his chest heaving as your shared release leaks slowly between your thighs onto the mattress.
Lee Sangwon | minorsDNI | wc: 1.8k
summary: Ever since the first time Sangwon sat in one of these massage chairs and felt the way the entire chair seemed to be engulfing him, how every part of his body that was in contact with the furniture was being rubbed and vibrated, he's been thinking about doing this. There's just something about the feeling of getting a massage by a machine, the mix of soft vibrations and the unrelenting kneading across his body that Sangwon finds incredibly arousing.
OR
Sangwon masturbates in a massage chair and then pisses all over himself, but the piss part is at the end in an epilogue of sorts and can be easily avoided if that's not your cup of tea
contains: semi-public masturbation, arousal from massage chair, humiliation kink, piss
a/n: very self-indulgent fic for Sangwon's birthday โก cross posted on ao3
The dimly lit room is just off the main pool area on the first floor of the hotel. While the pool itself is locked up tight, this room remains open for any late-night guests wishing to make use of one of the several pay-to-use massage chairs that line one wall.
It's in the entrance to this room that Sangwon stood earlier while the rest of the members made themselves comfortable with the machines, with the blond simply looking, watching, thinking. Planning.
"Aren't you going to use one? There's one open at the end," Junseo had helpfully informed Sangwon.
The blond just smiled and shook his head. "Not now. Maybe later," he replied and turned to walk back to his room.
Now, hours later after everyone else has gone to bed, Sangwon stands in the same spot, deciding. Has he thought this through? Probably not enough. Will he get in trouble? Not if he doesn't get caught. Is it worth the risk? Oh, yes.
Money in hand, Sangwon silently walks down the row of chairs all the way to the one on the end. It seems a bit silly, desiring privacy when his goal requires the risk of being in a semi-public space. But, just in case someone comes in, he'll be more concealed and might have time to make himself decent before they see anything.
Sangwon stands in front of the massage chair. His heart is racing and he hasn't even done anything yet. With a shaking hand, he reaches down to insert the paper bills. The machine hums and swallows the money. Okay, here we go. Sangwon slides off his shoes and slips into the seat. He does a little wiggle to get comfortable and waits, chest pounding with anticipation.
He can't stop the grin that develops when the massager starts its cycle, the whole chair gently vibrating as the rollers work their magic traveling up and down his back and along his legs. There's slots in which the customer can put their arms for a massage, as well, but Sangwon doesn't have any use for those right now. He needs his arms free; his hands will be put to other uses soon.
The leg rest comes up, the chair slowly tilts back, and for a moment, Sangwon allows himself to take a deep breath and relax. He hums as the tension melts out of his body. It really would be nice to just sit and enjoy this with no one around to see how his body inevitably reacts, but it's precisely that reaction that he's been looking forward to.
And now that he's here, exactly where he's going to get this stimulation, it's difficult to think about anything except getting to the good part. It might be because of all the different ways he's been playing out this scenario in his head all day, or maybe the massage and the vibrations are having the effect he expected they would, but it doesn't take long until Sangwon feels himself getting excited, the familiar stirring sensation in his crotch that tells him It's go time.
Ever since the first time he sat in one of these massage chairs and felt the way the entire chair seemed to be engulfing him, how every part of his body that was in contact with the furniture was being rubbed and vibrated, he's been thinking about doing this. There's just something about the feeling of getting a massage by a machine, the mix of soft vibrations and the unrelenting kneading across his body that Sangwon finds incredibly arousing.
Sangwon takes another deep breath. He's sure there isn't anyone else around, especially at this time of night, but he still watches the doorway for a moment, listening intently for any sounds of passersby.
Hearing nothing, he carefully slips his hand through his sweatpants and into his underwear, glad that he wore garments that have the convenient slit in the front of them. A shiver runs through him when his hand makes contact with his half-hard dick. He can't get the thought out of his mind: I shouldn't be doing this. I really shouldn't be doing this. And yet, he doesn't hesitate to pull his cock free through the slits, exposing just the most intimate part of himself to the open air of the empty, but still public room while the rest of him is concealed under clothing.
He groans quietly. It feels good. Naughty, dirty. The possibility that anyone could walk in right now and see him like this, dick in hand, moaning over getting a massage has him throbbing, cock firming up the rest of the way to stand at attention in his hand. Sangwon watches the doorway while he gives an experimental tug on his dick. Still no sign of anyone. He purses his lips and starts a slow rhythm of pumping his dick, then pauses. Too dry. With the chair in a fully reclined position, Sangwon has to sit up quite a ways to be able to lean over and, gathering up a good amount of saliva, lets the spit pour out of his mouth directly onto his cock.
He slathers his cock with the saliva and starts a leisurely pace once again, three fingers wrapped loosely around himself. "Fuck," he mutters. The rollers of the massage chair work their way up and down his back and legs to contribute sensations to other parts of his body. A series of little hums slip from his lips, the pleasure building as he strokes himself.
His grip tightens as he synchronizes his strokes to the pattern of the rollers, up when they go up, down when they go down. It's much slower than when he usually jacks off, but Sangwon wants to take full advantage of this situation. Precum beads at the tip of his cock. He palms the head to collect and encourage more, the fluid immediately becoming more lubricant for his languid strokes.
What would the other members think if they saw him like this? Their center, their number one, openly jerking off in the massage chair of a hotel while everyone else is asleep upstairs. Filthy. Gross. Sick. Sangwon's hand automatically speeds up. They would be so ashamed of him. Disgraceful. Indecent. Disgusting. He bites his lip to keep from loudly moaning as his grip tightens further, pumping his cock harder and faster than he's ever done before.
Sangwon's body undulates gently in time with the rollers as they work their way up and down his back. It's a stark contrast to how his hand moves in a frenzy over his cock. While not sure how much time has passed, he knows the chair is on a fifteen minute timer and he wants, needs, to finish before the massage does.
He's on the cusp of release, imagining every foul thing his members could say to him, every dirty look they could give him, anything to give him that last push over the edge. Then, by some weird and erotic chance, the massage chair's program switches up the pattern and assaults his body with an overload of new stimulation. The rollers knead circles in the small of his back and vibrations target his upper thighs, the effect overwhelming and instantaneous.
With a gasping cry, Sangwon cums, his release splattering onto his shirt and decorating it in obscene white abstract art. He curls in on himself, hips thrusting shakily into his fist. His hand slows, but doesn't stop while his climax continues. Sangwon is intent on drawing out every ounce of pleasure from this until the last drop of cum leaves him.
Sangwon collapses back as the final spurt lands weakly on his hand. Only then does he let his hand fall beside him, his spent, softening cock coming to rest on his soiled shirt. His chest rises and falls with deep, panting breaths as his body tremors and twitches in the aftershocks of ecstasy.
Somewhere deep in the back of his mind he curses his overexcitement. He didn't consider how he was going to get back to his room when his torso was covered in cum. There probably won't be anyone around to see. There was no one else the entire way down here. Sangwon can quietly sneak up to his room, change clothes, and go back to bed. A soft smile graces his lips. And no one has to know.
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The pressure in his bladder is nagging at him now that his body is relaxed from his orgasm. He's been needing to pee this entire time. Experiencing both of these releases was one of his objectives in coming down here and he spent several hours of the evening leading up to this in preparation by downing as much water as he could. Sangwon points his dick upwards and gives it a couple loose pumps. He's already covered in his own release, damage done, so what's a little more?
Without a second thought, he eases his hold on his bladder. It takes a moment, but soon, a small stream of pee drizzles out of his dick and over his hand. He grins, a giddy laugh bubbling up as he strokes himself a couple more times. The trickle resumes and builds in strength until it resembles a delicate fountain, the pressure finally being relieved from his bladder as all the hot, pent-up urine escapes to thoroughly drown his hand, his lap, and the borrowed massage chair. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but that's exactly what makes it so thrilling.
Sangwon whines, the sound long and drawn out as he slowly fondles his flaccid cock. The movement causes his piss stream to wander and spill past his lap to the sides of the chair.ย
Then abruptly the massage cycle comes to an end. The vibrations cease, the rollers go back to their original positions, and the chair returns from reclined to upright. The room is suddenly quiet save for the noisy splattering of his urine as it lands on all the wet surfaces surrounding him as his stream continues undeterred, but slowly lessening.
As his stream weakens, Sangwon leans forward and points his cock straight ahead. Being careful to avoid his shoes, he lets the last few seconds of his stream land on the floor in front of him with the final subsequent spurts darkening the legs of his sweatpants.
Sangwon's breath hitches when he sees just how much of a mess he is. His clothes are soaked. The chair is soaked. The floor around him is soaked. Cleanup will be a bitch and he'll never look at a massage chair the same way again, but it was so worth it. Sangwon relaxes back in the wet chair and sighs, curiosity and perverted desires completely satisfied.
