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sub!jisung x dom!reader x sub!jeongin
You wonder if Jeongin regrets staying on the extra bed of your hotel room with Jisung. Maybe he feels like your getaway is more of a honeymoon he butt himself into. But it isnât really third wheeling when he gets to join in on the fun too, right?
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đˇď¸ fem!reader (she/her pronouns, afab) smut. fluff. porn, no plot.Â
đˇď¸ threesome. petnames âbaby boyâ and ânoonaâ (readerâs age is never mentioned). tipsy sex (everyone is conscious enough to consent), unprotected sex, perversion, voyeurism, dacryphilia, jeongin is inexperienced, slight member x member, poly/open relationship themes.
đ this is especially for the one and only @meivida !!! theyre my ride-or-die till the end, this is all for them ! to my proofreader, my twinnie, my bestest friend, the jisung to my changbin, the jeongin to my bang chanâwho said that?? otherwise, enjoy!
18+ only. minors do not interact.
In his hotel room â and yours, and Jisungâs â there were two beds.
The main king-sized glory belonged to you and Jisung, the inseparable couple, and Jeongin claimed his place on the smaller extra bed. There was no reason to fret over anything.
But for some reason, Jeongin did.
He couldnât seem to shut his mind off. Jeongin unpacked his things slowly and strategically, claiming his spaces in the cozy cabana-style room. It was supposed to be a simple vacation for the eight boys and their plus ones at the five-star resort, all for your well-deserved rest.
For some reason, he couldnât relax.
Staring at the ceiling fan above him, he pondered the thought. It wasnât that he had no plus one, nor that he didnât have his own room. Those were childish things to complain about, and the cabana was too cozy to whine over.
His roommates, you and Jisung, werenât exactly the source of his worries either. Sometimes you two would bicker and play around, sure, but it wasnât annoying enough for Jeongin to feel as bothered as he was.
âY/N, you know how I sleep. Iâm taking this end of the bed!â Jisung whined, plopping a stack of his belongings onto the right side of the mattress.
You simply looked at him, astonished.
Again, Jeongin thought as he placed his train of thought back on its tracks; neither of you was exactly the problem. Jisung was his ride-or-die, his best friend for life. They showered butt-naked together multiple times. You werenât the problem either; you had grown incredibly close with Jeongin to the point where you oftentimes stayed up to drink and plot against common enemies. Closeness wasnât an issue with either of you; as a couple, he would willingly third-wheel anytime.
What if Iâm intruding? What if Iâm in the middle of something? What if they had their plans, he thought. He tried his best to wrap his head around the reasons behind feeling this uncomfortable, but nothing seemed to work. He cocked his head to the side, facing you and Jisungâs bed. Itâs entertaining to watch you guys argue, but maybe sleeping is too awkward to interfere with. Was it too intimate of an activity? He had no idea, and, frankly, he didnât think that was the issue.
âOh, so you canât even say please?â
You crossed your arms at Jisung, your gaze piercing through the poor boy. He shivered, and his eyes started darting everywhere but your face. You squinted at him, causing your boyfriend to finally freeze and respond.
âP-please? May I please take this side?â Jisung begged. âI-Iâll doâŚanythingâŚâ
The beats of silence that followed were nothing short of intense. Jeongin expected the awkward air to amplify, but it didnât â instead, he caught himself zoning in on the scene, paying close attention to the both of you.
Your commanding glare softened a little. You almost chuckled at how pathetic Jisung looked, breaking into a nervous sweat, and it didnât help that you smirked sweetly. Your hand trailed up from his tensed bicep up to his shoulder, his neck, and then his full and soft cheek. Caressing his skin with your thumb, you soothed your nervous wreck of a boyfriend, feeling his skin vibrate from your touch alone.
Jeongin couldnât peel his eyes away from your movements. The both of you acted as if he wasnât there; maybe you both thought that he had fallen asleep. Instead of counting sheep, he was counting the beats of the sequence, fully allured by you, and he didnât understand why. It was as if he would have missed something if he blinked once.
He almost forgot to breathe.
âYouâll do anything for me?â
Jisungâs breath hitched, reminding Jeongin to exhale. âYes, anything.â
He murmured something after. In a hush under his breath, Jeongin caught what he whispered.
âAnything for you, noona.â
Before Jeongin could even process the thought, you whispered something that he couldnât quite make out, especially from his skewed, sideways view from the other end of the room. You both smiled, though: you smiled slyly as if you won the lottery, and Jisung smiled like he was obsessed.
Although he was more intrigued to know what you exchanged, you both walked away with your hands held together, making him shut his eyes and curl his head into the pillow to appear asleep.
âYo, Innie, weâre just gonna grab a few drinks,â Jisung announced. âWeâll beâoh, look, heâs asleep.â
You both turned your heels and opened the door, leaving Jeongin alone and in awe.
Once he knew that you both walked far away enough, he attempted to sit up, only to feel an ache between his legs.
Well, fuck, he got hard, and he didnât realize how long he had this hard-on.
Naturally, he ran to the bathroom and tried to take care of it himself. Unnaturally, though, nothing seemed to work.
Minutes ago, Jeongin desperately pulled his shorts down and took his aching cock in his hand. Pumping it slowly, he attempted to relieve himself, humming lowly at the sensations it gave him. He knew that he had to get off before you and Jisung came back.
But he couldnât.
His cock stayed hard, almost as if it didnât want to release. He picked up his pace, his long and pretty fingers making their way up to the aching red tip, palming it sometimes, only to slam down to his sturdy and thick base. Jeongin even teased his balls, cupping them slightly before stroking his above-average length. His panting turned into moaning, and when he realized that he wasnât even close to leaking, he started whining.
âFuck, why canât IâŚâ Jeongin started to desperately thrust his hips into his hand, leaning his back against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. He met eyes with his reflection in the big mirror in front of him.
Embarrassed at the look of his desperation, he tried to cum with the thought of it. Jeongin hated the thought of being watched right now or being walked right into. You and Jisung could come home drunk, but that doesnât mean he wouldnât be embarrassed. You could come home anytime. He had every reason to worry, and he did, and it made him hornier â but he couldnât quite cum yet.
Heâs insanely comfortable with both of you, but to be caught masturbating by his best friend and his best friendâs girlfriend feels leagues worse.
But maybe they both noticed how hard he had been since earlier. He was able to notice the tent under the comforter earlier, so what more is there with either of you? Jeongin started blushing in embarrassment, his ears turning red and the apples of his cheeks flushing shades of warm pink. He sniffled his nose at the warmth of the blood rushing through his veins.
The thoughts couldnât stop running. Maybe you didnât notice, though, since you and Jisung were so zoned in on each other earlier. He couldnât forget the sultry look in your eyes, sending Jisung into a state of panic that Jeonginâs rarely seen before. He never saw his best friend seem soâŚsmall. He faltered under your touch so easily, the silly and tough guy persona leaving him for just a single moment. Jeongin remembered how he couldnât breathe while watching you, his eyes eagerly following your pretty fingers as they danced their way across Jisungâs skin. You put your boyfriend in a trance, but Jeongin was caught in it too.
He wondered if you knew it. He wondered if he missed the way you both glanced at him and smiled.
This is wrong, Jeongin thought. This is wrong, he repeated in his head. âThis is fucking wrong!â Jeongin said aloud, panicking yet still pumping his cock at an even faster pace.
He shut his eyes at the overwhelming sensations. It felt like he was being overstimulated despite not cumming yet â except he was; he was finally close to releasing, even leaking solid amounts of precum on the shower tile. He whimpered a string of curses under his breath, letting pathetic whines echo through the shower and the entire bathroom. He was beyond desperate, not caring for how he looked. He pulled his shirt up and bit the bunched fabric, drowning out his noises as the cold air hit his nipples. Jeongin could only focus on the rushes of ecstasy, the pleasure in the pain, the growing release, reaching the point of cumming, until he finallyâ
âBro? Innie? You in there?â
Upon hearing the hurried knocks on the door, he pulled his shorts up and fixed himself. He didnât cum. Instead, he took two breaths to compose himself and respond.
âYeah! In the bathroom!â
âOh okay. Weâre gonna head to bed. Good night, Yennie!â You greeted, pushing your slightly off-balanced Jisung onto the right side of the bed.
Jeongin slid his shorts down, not to continue but to stare at his red cock.
He tried to tap the side of it just to let it spill the pent-up cum that he failed to release.
Nothing happened. It remained hard and aching, but he couldnât cum as if heâd gone back to square one.
Jeongin whispered through clenched teeth, âHow am I supposed to sleep now?â
His walk back was fast yet laughable. He was glad that neither of you saw it since he awkwardly shuffled in his steps, practically jumping into his bed when he reached it.
Trying to hide his erection was one thing he could do, but sleeping with an angry dick felt like hell on earth for him.
He shut his eyes and tried to sleep. Unfortunately for him, the more he dozed off, the worse the pain got.
Jeongin tried to breathe deeply just to ease the ache in his cock, shifting positions so that he could feel more free under the covers. As it happened earlier, nothing worked, and he only felt more stuffy.
He hummed a lullaby in his head. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking like a troubled fox that hadnât known sleep. He sniffled like one too; his nose still flushed a reddish pink.
Giving up slightly, he carefully and slowly slid his hand down his shorts. His fingers reached his cock, and he had to bite a hiss back. It felt swollen even if it grew to its maximum size, and every single touch felt like fire coursing through his skin. Jeongin took his time to touch himself.
Just like you took your time to touch Jisung.
For some reason, his brain seemed to always want to circle back to the scene. You two had already dozed off, the alcohol in your systems wearing away in your sleep; Jeongin was the restless one about it. He was fixated on your deliberate movements, thinking about how your fingertips mustâve felt warm and ticklish for Jisung. He also couldnât believe how easily compliant his best friend became. It was a side to him that was new yet interesting, one that Jeongin never knew he wanted to both see and feel for himself.
And why did he enjoy seeing that side of him?
He didnât know if he wanted to be you or if he wanted to be Jisung, but fuck, he couldnât help but replay the scene in his mind. It was everything he wanted: the intimate yet powerful touches, the gazes, the closeness, and the shamelessness.
All of it was so wrong.
Jeongin dug his head further into the plush fabric of his pillow. He was under stress yet pleasure, pain yet delectation. He teased his cock and the inner points of his thighs, strolling his fingers down to tease his ass and sliding back up to the overly sensitive tip.
And then he heard a kiss.
His ears perked up at the noise, prompting him to pause. He didnât fully stop, hoping that his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldnât look back at your end of the room, instead facing the closed curtains in front of him.
See? Youâre already hallucinating and hearing things, he thought to himself.
And then he heard another kiss. And then another.
The smooching was slow and steady; it wasnât obnoxious in sound, it wasnât too wet, it didnât sound forced. They werenât too calculated but they sounded as warm as love wouldâve felt. Passion burned through Jeonginâs nerves with each kiss of the lips. It was so quiet yet it thumped so loud in his ears, ringing throughout his system and echoing through his brain with the strongest reverb. His cock twitched from under the sheets, moving on its own.
Jeongin took the remaining courage he had and turned his head to face you. The ruffling and shuffling of the fabric made the kissing pause for a few solid seconds.
He opened his eyes slightly and, as expected, saw your body sprawled over Jisungâs, angled in such a way that it looked like natural sleep â except that your lips were attached to his.
The moment you both thought that Jeongin had fallen back to sleep, you picked up the pace. Soon enough, Jisung swiped his tongue across your mouth. His neediness was apparent with the way he persistently dug his face closer to yours, but you had the reigns. You took control with your slight bites and nibbles. At that point, you were straddling his hips, grinding ever so slightly on Jisung.
Jeongin could barely see anything but he could hear it.
Soon enough, Jisung pulled your body up and closer to his. He quietly insisted on making you drop your full weight on him. You kissed him passionately until you didnât, your mouth left with his drool all over it. Licking it up, you started kissing outside his mouth, the perimeters of his lips, the outline of his jaw, the peaks of his cheeks, all the way up to his temples, and down to his neck.
He instinctively jutted his hips upwards, grinding on you from underneath. An apology nearly rolled off his tongue when you caught it, pecking the tip of his tongue and lightly sucking on his bottom lip after. That was when you did the same, fully rolling your hips onto his, making you moan into each otherâs mouths.
At this point, Jeongin had shifted his body to the other side to watch. Neither of you seemed to notice â nor care, or so it seemed â which was his go signal to watch with half-opened eyes.
Like earlier, his eyes followed everything. From your hands making their way down to Jisungâs tiny waist, to Jisung himself cupping your breasts ever so softly: the boy watched it all in awe.
Nothing was helping Jeonginâs erection at all.
He started tearing up at the nearly unbearable ache. He needed release but he couldnât have it even in embarrassing ways. Even then, he simply couldnât stop watching as you pulled Jisung up. He pulled your shirt over your head as you threw his shirt aside as well. He helped you out of your shorts as you did on him, every single action needy and desperate yet equally as full of love. They seemed to only burn with the risk, whispering things Jeongin couldnât understand onto each otherâs skin. Maybe you were telling him to go slower, maybe he was telling you to be quieter. Maybe you both didnât care and were teasing each other for it.
Maybe you were plotting. Nevertheless, the poor boy found himself subconsciously rutting on the pillow between his legs.
You positioned yourself between Jisungâs legs, his bare and firm length awaiting your warmth from beneath â finally being met with the plush walls of your pussy. You kissed him hungrily this time and Jisung responded with a shamelessly loud kiss back.
Like a fox, Jeongin could be prey. He salivated at the sight, something he saw in real life for the first time even if he shouldnât have seen anything.
He straddled the pillow more harshly, wrapping his legs around it underneath the sheets. His lips twitched as he tried his absolute hardest not to moan. He wanted to match your pace with Jisung, but he couldnât, he shouldnât.
You could notice him anytime.
And you did.
âInnie,â Jisung spoke up, pulling away from the kiss with a dumb smile. He turned his head to face Jeongin. âNoonaâs asking if you wanna come and join.â
You ruffled Jisungâs hair and kissed his head. âGood boy, told your friend as I asked you to.â
Jeongin couldnât believe anything. A few silent breaths escaped his system.
He was caught. You laughed at his face in the middle of your kisses. You knew, Jisung knew, and Jeongin was the last to realize.
He simply fell silent and the dead air thickened as milliseconds turned into seconds. A minute almost ticked by, causing everything to break. Suddenly, this probably wasnât a good idea for anybody. You and Jisung grew slightly nervous.
If only you knew how much Jeongin wanted to say yes.
âIf you donâtâŚI-Iâm sorry. We donâtâŚwe didnât mean to invade. Promise. Just forget it if you donât want to, weâll take care of ourselves privatelyâŚâ
Jisung started holding you tighter. You calmed him with soothing circles on the nape of his neck, assuring him to wait for Jeongin. His best friend couldnât reply. He was too stunned, making you feel guilty for suggesting the sudden invitation in your tipsy thoughts.
âI know we drank, but I promise weâre fine. Weâre so sorry itâs so sudden. If youâre uncomfortableââ
âYes, i-if itâs okay, may I join?â
You and Jisung widened your eyes at Jeongin. The boy was probably also only half-aware of what he was saying but you knew that he meant it.
âI shouldâŚbe the one saying sorry.â Jeongin sat up from his bed, not minding his erection in full view. he did not need to be embarrassed at this point. âNot gonna lie, I-Iâve been watching you two since earlier.â
It wasnât jealousy. He didnât feel jealous that his best friend was getting it on, nor did he envy that you were fucking his best friend right in front of him. It was longing; longing for whether he wanted to be either of you or to be the prey caught right in between.
âI justâŚw-wanted to be a partâŚof itâŚâ Jeongin could feel a lump in his throat. His eyes got watery from half-shameless embarrassment and the pain in his cock.
âWell then, what are you waiting for?â You smiled gently and tapped the small space left on the bed. âCome join us, baby.â
Jeongin practically threw his comforter away to stand up. You giggled and the sensation of your body moving against Jisung made him whimper.
While waiting for Jeongin to settle, you turned to face Jisung, your wonderful boyfriend. You cupped his face with gentle hands and watched him smile, soft cheeks filling your palms.
He was excited. Heâd been craving a threesome for a long while and he knew that you liked Jeongin enough for it.
You pecked his lips and rolled your hips back, allowing him to fill more of your cunt until he bottomed out. âYouâre my good boy. This is your treat.â
âMhmm, always gonna be noonaâs good boy.â Jisung bit his lower lip with a shy smile. âNoonaâs baby w-will be good all the time so we can always have this.â
You had to laugh. âDid you hear that, Innie? He wants to have this all the time.â
As you turned, though, you were greeted with the sight of a salivating boy, eyes trained on your pussy as his hand sat still at the base of his cock.
âNeed help there?â you suggested, placing your hand around his.
With gentle tugs and feathery touches, you guided his hand up to the tip of his aching dick. You slotted your fingers between his and played with his smooth flesh. He had never had anything like this before and he was too shocked to move without you.
Too dumb to know how to use whatâs his.
âA-ah, fuck, n-noonaâŚâ Jeonginâs hips jutted forward by instinct. Jisung mirrored the action, pressing his cock deep into your walls.
It wasnât intentional but it was expected; youâre dealing with two needy guys after all.
âGood boy, you know what to call me already.â Your hand slid down his cock in the same way you moved your hips along your boyfriendâs cock. âYouâve been listening intently, huh?â
You squeezed Jeonginâs cock at his shaft. âLike a pervert?â
âN-noââ you squeezed harder. âFuck! Yes, yes, Iâve been a pervert!â
You laughed and let go of him, only to slap him right where you left his touch. You clenched your cunt tightly around Jisung at the same time â the two boys moaned and writhed at the same time.
âIâve been watching since earlier! Iâm sorry, noona! Mâfuck!â He was on the brink of tears. Precum leaked out of him again but he still couldnât bring himself to release.
Smack. Smack. Smack. With each hit, he would cry harder. His chest heaved and the tears finally spilled at the fifth turn. Your boyfriend wasnât suffering any less, though: his hands clung to your hips and tightened with every slap. He flinched even if he wasnât at the receiving end of pain â or maybe he was since you couldnât stop clenching and thrusting abruptly too. He started shaking, moaning in higher and higher pitches, the flinches turning into full-body writhing as he mumbled random things that only you understood.
He was close. You pressed down on Jisungâs chest as your thumb covered the hole in Jeonginâs cock, teasing him. Your boyfriend immediately came inside you and allowed all his cum to gush out in the smallest, prettiest series of thrusts.
Jeongin wished to cum that way, but you were literally blocking him.
He didnât dare let go of you, though, and his shaky hands never left your hips and back. Instead, Jisung opted to stay still inside you. He brought his upper body closer to yours, whispering into the crook of your neck. Jeongin couldnât hear it through his sniffling but was glad to hear you parrot it back.
âMy good baby here said that you should treat noona well. Only then can you cum.â
Jisung hid his face in your skin but only popped his eyes out to watch his best friend. âSorry, Innie. Please fuck noona well.â
Jeongin couldnât believe that he had to fuck his best friendâs girlfriend with his cum inside her. Moreover, he couldnât believe how much it turned him on even more.
âThink you can do it?â You asked with a smirk.
âY-yes, noona.â
Not even one beat passed and Jisung propped you off of him, guiding you down on the bed. He gave Jeongin a pat on the back of his shoulder, a gesture heâd always done before.
Jisung kissed his cheek too before latching his lips onto your bare nipples for comfort.
Jisung sucked at your supple and plump skin while Jeongin positioned himself in between your pussyâs reddening lips. Even its exterior felt all sorts of soft to him, far from the quality of a silicone fleshlight. Despite this, he still knew that you would treat him like a stupid little fucktoy.
And you did.
You simply pushed Jeongin by his waist down onto your body. Suddenly his tip made its way inside, forced in with an overwhelming amount of ecstasy that Jeongin couldnât take anymore. He still held back from cumming, breathing deeply and rapidly in a failed attempt to calm himself. He continued to cry as he sank himself further inside you, feeling the mixture of your smooth wetness and Jisungâs thick and creamy cum. It didnât help that you were moaning so deliciously, roaming your hands around his waist, and Jisung was giggling and smiling contently while playing with your boobs.
It was all too much for Jeongin but he kept going. Your hand squeezes earlier were nothing compared to the grip of your cunt. Nevertheless, he did his best to pull back and push down to fill you up to your limit. He made sure to make you moan as soon as he found your sweet spot â heâs glad that Jisung pressed down on your skin.
âNoona, noona, fuck, god fuckâŚâ
âSheâs amazing right?â Your boyfriend smiled until his gums showed and his eyes crinkled.
âI better be,â you teased back.
He laughed in response, licking a heart shape on your nipple with his tongue. âMhmm. I love my noona.â
âAnd I love my baby boy.â You signaled him with a finger to turn him around. Jisung showed you his ass and you tapped his round cheek, hitting the mole that cutely reflected his face mole. Before he knew it, you sank two fingers inside his ass.
âIâll make you cum again, pretty boy. Show me how much you can cum with that pathetic little cunt of yours.â The words echoed through Jisungâs emptying head as he grew more and more in need. You knew that it wouldnât be long before he was close anyway since his legs were closing and his ass seemed to clench nonstop.
âAnd Innie baby, please, show me how good you can make me cum.â
At this point, Jeongin truly only felt like he was good for cumming and making you cum. He mindlessly picked up his pace on your cunt, shocking you with how mind-numbingly fast he went. He grew completely desperate the more that he went, pressing every inch of your skin and moaning your name over and over. He was pathetic yet focused.
Jisung came, ass clenching around your fingers, but he couldnât peel his gaze off the action.
He needed to cum as much as you did. He could feel your walls fluttering around him and your voice seemed to falter slightly as his thrusts became deeper and harder. You didnât even need to command him. Your boyfriend seemed to help the both of you too, playing with your clit with one hand whilst he praised his best friend endlessly.
âInnie,â you huffed, âInside. please.â
Jeongin blinked hard, not holding back on his whines, screaming when he finally released inside you.
His cum gushed out with load after load after load. It seemed as if he couldnât stop, and he never could bring himself to pull out. He simply collapsed on your side, his thick cock still sunken deep inside you. You came at the same time, moaning his sweet little nickname while you felt yourself gush your essence along with his release. Jisung watched the white, creamy cum leak out of you before bringing a finger to it just to taste it.
You all tasted fucking good.
âOh shit. Iâm dizzy.â Jisung plopped his head next to yours and clung to your other side.
Your boyfriend mumbled something about the soju being rough on him before he sleepily told you that he loved you. Jeongin thought that he would be knocked out solidly after, but felt whiplash as soon as Jisung kissed his cheek again and told him the same.
âLove you both. Thank you so, so, soâŚâ
He instantly fell asleep, his face squished next to your cheek.
You laughed lowly and turned slightly toward Jeongin. You held his face with your free hand and stroked his chin. His eyes smiled along with his dimpled cheeks in pure contentment.
âSmile more, baby. Your dimples are cute.â
He blushed hard in response. âThank you, noona. R-really. Thank you for tonight.â
âAnytime.â You kissed his forehead and then his nose. âI love you, Innie.â
The boy melted at your words with a pretty, full-toothed grin. âI love you too, noona.â
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18+ only. minors do not interact.
sub!skz. dom!reader.
đˇď¸ boypussies, use of toys (a dildo machine and a cumming toy), breeding kink, oral (cunnilingus), pain kink (pussy biting), squirting.
â bang chan
chan is no stranger to having his cunt used. he loves it when you rub your skin against him just to tease, or slide toys in his tight and wet hole. considering how pretty his folds look and how huge his oversensitive clit is, itâs easy to get him on edge by just flicking your tongue against it. he especially loves it when you lock your lips around his clit, sucking on the bud, making him squirm and writhe under you.
ât-too good,â heâd whine, attempting to cage your head between his trembling thighs; itâs no use with the way your arms lock his legs down so you could concentrate. chanâs desperation to orgasm washes over him as you lap up at his sweet clit, taking your time to taste his juices in between flicks. the savory taste of his folds paired with the delicious whimpers only spur you on. you could eat him out for hours.
ây-y/n,â he stutters, âiâm close!â and he instinctively tries to push you away from his cunt, but your lips are attached to his aching clit and it feels so good. too good. chanâs head spins even more when you shove your fingers inside him and you clamp his clit in between your lips and tongue. chan creams all over you, embarrassed at how wet and sticky his cum is, but you eat it and show your tongue to his shy face.
âyouâre so sensitive, channie.â
â minho
itâs no surprise that your favorite catboy has one hell of a pussy to play with. thereâs something about his that screams addictive to you: maybe itâs the taste of it. heâs particularly sweet, surprising for a boy who creams more than he squirts. it doesnât help that of all the places on his cunt, his hole is heartwarmingly delicious, as if it was made for your tongue to stick inside. minho loves it when youâre casual with it. any agenda of his to out-brat your other boys is thrown out the window every time you caress his pussy and stick a finger inside his creamy walls.
âso needy for a boy who claims to hate this,â you smirk, âarenât you such a liar?â
âiâm not,â minhoâs voice vibrates, âjust stop making it feel good!â
but of course, you donât stop. you keep going. you dip your head down to his cunt and replace your fingers with your tongue every now and then, sometimes biting his thighs when he dares to close his legs around you. he barely speaks until heâs a squeaking mess, begging and creaming on your fingers in an endless orgasm that just wonât stop.
âdonât pull out,â minho pleads with wide eyes while he shoves your fingers back inside his sticky cunt. âi want to feel full.â
â changbin
puffy, pretty, and pink. his hole hides cutely behind chubby lips and itâs delightfully sensitive along the sides. he loves being penetrated most, his nerves connecting and jolting best when you stretch his tight hole with yourself. whether it be fingers or a cock, changbin gets shy yet increasingly more greedy with every thrust of anything that enters his cunt.
âam i a good boy?â he asks every now and then. you reassure him with kisses that yes, heâs indeed so good, taking the biggest dildo so well even if itâs pushing his limit. heâs unsurprisingly a size king, which is surprising considering how tight he is. even if the monster cock toy leaves him gaping, his pussy has the magical ability to revert back to being too small for your two fingers right after.
âi want to cum!â he whines over and over, chasing your lips for another kiss while he bounces on the dildo again. he loves workouts but his body is so sore from bouncing. it doesnât help that, instead of helping him finish, you simply push down on his puffy tummy and let him feel the whole size of the toy inside him.
you ask âis it good?â and he nods speechlessly, only to respond seconds later with a loud whimper. you look down to see his cream leaking down the dildo, coating all of it in his juice. when you finally pull the toy out, changbin whines into your warmth, hiding his pretty pussy as his cum seeps out all the way onto your thighs.
â hyunjin
hyunjinâs biggest kink is to get creampied, so he did something behind your back. he ordered a cumming dildo, and of course, used it right away. his cunt couldnât be any more excited â the only thing rivaling how sopping wet he gets is when youâre actually playing with him. hyunjin could settle with this for now, his pussy only dripping more until his panties got soaked as he connected the cum lube to the toy.
from how wet he was, the big toy slid in with ease; he felt like crying as soon as it hit his limit, squishing his insides even if the toy hasnât filled him up with cum yet. so, as he would do with you, he moved his hips to âpleaseâ the dildo and felt the toy all the way inside. his instinct to be bred, one that came along with having a cunt as beautiful as his, overloaded his system as he greedily rode the toy. he definitely minded when you came in the room to help him, though.
ây/n, please, breed me!â
cutely enough, his moans fill the room as you pressed the mole on the side of his pussy. your laughter along with your hands helping his hips down made him leak cum, but he didnât dare stop. you grabbed the end of the toy and squeezed cum to load out of it, which only urged hyunjin to keep going. the cum filled him up slightly, but not quite â the boy kept bouncing so as to âemptyâ the cock inside him. that was, until the toy finally emptied, hyunjinâs body spent after five consecutive orgasms. the cum seeped out, flooding out of his beautifully folded lips like a waterfall of delight.
âgood boy,â you say, âhow about you get the real thing, hmm?â
â han jisung
his pussy is the freakiest, having tasted it all from your antics: heâs taken vibrators in public and he lost his pussyâs virginity to you. who wouldnât treat it as cruelly as you do? why not, when jisung tends to leak his wet essence messily each time you play with it, especially since heâs tried so many toys with you?
the one toy jisung hasnât tried yet was a dildo machine. he can immediately feel the heat pooling in his core at the mere sight of you stroking the dildo, teasing him by previewing the speed controller. his legs instinctively closed and tightened firmly to hide the wetness running down his leg. but jisung blinked twice, and unbelievably instantly, he was suddenly on all fours in front of the machine.
âwaitââ he asked, but you didnât hesitate one bit when you slid the dildo into his cunt.
the machine starts pumping slowly into the boy, stretching him fully and filling him up to his limit before slowly pulling back to leave him empty. then it would thrust back inside again, the squelching of his leaky pussy filling the air alongside his moans and cries. jisung held his ass up high as he melted onto the carpet, drooling and relishing in the picked-up pace.
an orgasm started before he could even prepare, jisung whining loudly not even five minutes into the machine action, before the toy slides out â jisung squirts everywhere without warning, his clear and sweet cum making its way on your thigh even if you were on the couch. thatâs how messy he always gets, but heâs never came this fast.
âthatâs all? i didnât buy this for you to cum in three minutes,â you smirk, pushing him back down on the toy.
â felix
something about a freckled pussy is just too cute to you. you loved kissing felixâs cunt for the sole reason that it was just so adorable. the shape of it, the color of it, even the starry sky of freckles littered around his pussy. thereâs a lot to kiss, a lot to love, a lot to destroy.
given the oversensitivity of felixâs nerves down his crotch area, itâs easy to overstimulate him. even something as light and lovely as the pecks you leave on the beauty marks and freckled skin gets him writhing. âbut i love your pretty pussy,â you justify, leaving lipstick marks all over his cunt in the process.
feeling your lips on his pussy lips is heaven to him. felix grabs onto the sheets, too scared to pull on your head, jutting his hips upwards so that you could kiss him better. itâs all over when you kiss his clit though, all of his nerves reigniting at once as lightning strikes through his core. he instantly gets wet, essence spilling on your bottom lip and chin in the process.
âs-sorry, didnât mean toâŚâ he could almost cry from the pleasure and the rising need. he feels you smile, even if your face is hovering over him now and not touching his skin in the slightest. he still feels it without looking â heâs too shy now, burying his face in the pillow to the side.
but youâre not done.
you take two fingers down his slit, teasing his severely wet entrance, but itâs all a distraction. felix waits for you to put it in, let him cum, get it over with. the rare impatience grows within the usually patient boy until he feels pain shoot up.
you bit his clit. and it feels so good that he squirts under you, wiggling under you like a poor little boy.
â seungmin
what you donât expect of seungmin is for him to admit that heâs a squirter. he confessed it in a dirty party game once and ever since then, itâs been your lifeâs mission to see it in action. you knew that heâd always been so incredibly wet every time he came, but he apparently squirts like a fountain personally sculpted by god.
as you slide your fingers through his cunt, his pussy squelches sinfully. it drenches the sheets beneath him, coating everything in a savory essence that can only be described as a natural aphrodisiac. the wet sounds paired with seungminâs shy whimpers fills you with an aggression you canât express without a necessary gentleness on his pussy. as poetic as it is literal, even the scent of his cunt is enough to drive you down between his legs, ready to ruin him.
âno, n-no, donât do that! iâll squirtââ seungmin chokes on his own words as your fingers hook his sweet spot, clit violated by your tongue and lips. he practically screams as you bite through your lips, jolting everywhere as his body readies itself for a full orgasm. âi-i canât take it, too much, too much!â
begs and pleas fill the room for you to both stop and keep going, his grip on your head either pushing you away and pulling you in, he doesnât know either. but before he could even spare a second thought, he jolts his hips up, followed by a powerful stream of wet cum. he soaks you fully, apologizing with his face behind his hands. you open his fists and kiss his cheeks happily, making him smile contently.
â jeongin
thereâs nothing more for him to be confident about than of his freshly shaved pussy. he promised to be a good boy for you on this date night, and in the off-chance that you were going to treat him, then he had to be at his best. now here you both were, making out on the couch, jeongin whimpering because the both of you were still fully clothed after an hour of teasing.
âwhatâs wrong?â you ask. âi wanna show you my pussyâŚâ jeongin shyly asks, every shroud of prior confidence leaving him as the desperation kicks in. you only chuckle in response, the delightful sound making his clit firm in excitement. but you donât do anything. itâs a part of your teasing, sure, but heâs been waiting so excruciatingly long for you and it shows through his needy whines.
jeongin finally takes it upon himself to tug at your tie; you pull down at the hem of his pants , revealing his panties, only to shove both down in only two swift moves. it catches jeongin by surprise, but itâs nothing compared to the shock on your face to see his clean pussy.
you love him hairy and you love him clean, you donât really mind either. jeonginâs still the same, the prettily creamy folds presenting themselves to you along with a hidden slit that can only be described as angelically cute. you finger it immediately, all teasing discarded along with both your clothes, and your haste brings him over the edge. ây/n,â he pants, your name being the only thing on the tip of his tongue as he immediately creams all over your hands.
but date night isnât quite done yet.
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sub!jisung x dom!reader | 2.7k words
đˇď¸ cnc to dubcon. boypussy!jisung. smut. some fluff. porn, no plot. petnames âbabyâ and âmommy,â vibrators, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, pain play, casual to intense sex, pretty boypussy.
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there are two things that you need to use and canât simply let go to waste:
your lonely little vibrator and your boyfriendâs pretty cunt.
itâs a boring afternoon and you think of which one to use first.
the longer you stare at jisung, whose legs are daintily crossed over the other as he sits beside you on the couch, you think harder and harder about how cute he looks.
he looks comically small against the wide frame of the couch, huddled in a corner, fiddling with his phone.
your bullet vibrator is in the drawer next to him. you figure that itâs best to play with whatâs in front of you first, that the device can wait for you later.
it would be so fun to play with his pussy, right then and there, no pressure. so, thatâs what you suggest, letting the words roll off your tongue with a cadence of nonchalance that catches jisung off guard.
âwhat?!â jisung asks with wide eyes, shocked beyond belief. âyou want to what?â
you simply nod. âyou can just stay on your phone if youâre busy, no need to moan or anything. i just want to touch it. may i?â
an audible gulp leaves jisung and he looks extra cute this way: blushing, unsure, cheeks puffed up like a squirrel in front of headlights.
you wait patiently for the response and thatâs when your boyfriend notices a glint in your eyes. itâs sharp and intimidating compared to your relaxed body and neutral tone. heâs not shy of his pussy, you two have fucked many times before, but heâs extra shy of you now.
all youâll do is touch his pussy here and there. lick it and tease it. he doesnât have to respond. itâs nothing sexually serious.
âfine,â jisung mutters, but you can hear the slight curiosity in it.
a wide grin graces your face and itâs simultaneously the prettiest and hottest thing jisung has ever seen. it isnât long before you inch forward, holding his milky smooth legs apart by his knees.
the simple action already makes jisungâs heart race. heâs free to react, free to not react, do anything while his pretty partner goes to town with his pussy. fortunately for him, his partner is you, but unfortunately for his cunt, it quivers easily at the prospect of being touched by you.
when your fingers grace his pretty panties with the most casual touch, he instinctively clenches, allowing his naturally wet cunt to coat itself more.
jisung shuts his eyes for a second before refocusing on his phone as a distraction â even if your delicate touch distracts him.
you push the body of his underwear to the side, revealing the sight youâve been craving to see: his cunt is glistening, days fresh from a shave, clit peeking slightly out of his outer skin as if itâd been shy yet stimulated enough.
jisung seems to sink further into the sofa. you have to giggle at how adorable your boyfriend is.
you lean down to kiss his clit lightly, making him wiggle in his seat at the action. heâs still typing away at a document on his phone, no noise escaping his pursed lips, but heâs blushing like crazy and his legs habitually buckle inwards at the knees.
it doesnât stop you from planting featherlight pecks on his pussy. his clit protrudes more and more, stiffening slightly from the stimulation, while his hole clenches to keep his wetness in.
you pull your face away and jisung looks down on you curiously.
he looks as if heâs about to ask a question and you can hear it in his small voice all before it turns into a yelp â you pulled away to pull his panties down, hooking your fingers around the fabric and yanking it downwards in a swift motion that shocks him.
âsorry ji,â you neutrally say as your cheek leans on his inner thigh, admiring his completely bare pussy. your finger finds its way running up and down his folds, feeling his pretty plump skin quivering under your light touch. you continue petting it at a pace that you donât bother to keep up with. after all, you just want to touch it.
thereâs nothing too sexual about this until one of your fingers is inside him and jisung moans.
itâs sudden yet it immediately puts your boyfriend into that familiar inescapable trance. you stretch him open ever so slightly that the touch leaves him in an unbreakable spell of just nothing but neediness â yet itâs just not enough. he knows that you didnât have that much intent behind your actions initially but he canât help it. he loses himself and moans loudly, lolling his head back and abandoning his phone at the side of the couch.
âb-baby, please, iâm so sensitive,â he pants, âso goodâŚâ
you kiss his inner thigh while admiring his fascinating burst of sensitivity. âiâm not doing anything though.â
ây-your fingerâs inside, babyâŚyou said youâd just touch.â
âcanât i touch you inside too?â you look up at him as you respond, and thatâs when something dark hits you.
the only other sight that you find as pretty as his cunt is his blissed-out face, his slightly toned tummy and chest rising and falling from breathing heavily. heâs writhing slightly, hands settling on covering his face. his legs want to buckle in but he has to stop since youâre in between them, and you think itâs cute.
itâs adorable and it also touches something deep down in your dark mind. the intimidating glint in your eyes from earlier turns into a sinister gaze that pierces through jisung in the same way another finger penetrates his tight cunt.
âbaby!â he moans again, this time sounding more like a cry, and it sparks something within you.
within the dark and greedy thoughts circle and come to a point, only illuminated by a lightbulb of an idea that pops in your head as jisung moans for you.
you could use your boyfriendâs cunt and your lonely little vibrator at the same time.
you curl your fingers against his sweet spot, locking him where he is as he shakes underneath you. his glazed eyes follow your free hand as it quickly pulls the drawer, skillfully finding the device as if it were force of habit.
a still-fully-charged vibrator in your hand was the least of your boyfriendâs expectations.
âbabyâŚwhat are you doing?â he tightened his hole around your digits. perhaps you were going to use it on yourself.
memories of a few wild nights ago flashed before his mind, the memory teasing him as he remembered how fucking great it was to watch you play with yourself while he was restrained. you, his babyâno, his mommy, looked too good with the vibrator. seeing it again has him whining and drooling lightly.
excitement riled him up, the familiar feeling spreading through his tummy, making him gush wetness on your fingers.
until you turned it on and stuck it to his clit instead.
âa-ahâbaby! fuck, holy shit, b-babyââ jisung writhed and twitched under you, jolting from the sudden vibrations. âbaby, stop, not on meââ
you curled your fingers deep inside his tight little cunt.
âwhat do you mean âbaby?â address me properly or i wonât let you cum.â
panicked, jisung shook his head. ân-noâŚâ
âno? no? do you think you have a choice, dumb boy?â
as he was about to protest, you dug the vibrator up against the grooves of his sensitive little clit, stimulating each and every single nerve at once while the toy sat at its highest and most consistent drilling speed.
âbaby stop! stop, stop, stop, b-baby!â
âtold you to stop calling me your baby.â this is all too much for him, the sensations leaving him a wiggling mess, fighting against the couch for some relief. no matter how much he shook, the sharp pains of your fast fingering and the bullet vibrator sent him into overdrive.
delirious as he is, the least he could do was to commit the mistake of calling you his âbabyâ over and over again. broken mantras recited in between moans yet you grew more and more impatient, drilling your digits in and out of his now-gushing pussy as he couldnât seem to call you his âmommy.â
opposite of his baby, you were mommy â the one he always masturbates to, the one he finds mean, the one who punishes him, the one who is senseless to him. âbabyâ is the term of endearment, âmommyâ is the name that breaks his spine from the icy chills that it gives him.
youâre far from his baby now.
âanswer me,â you said.
âbutâf-fuck, stop! stop! itâah, âs not supposed to b-be there! âs yours!â
lightning strikes throughout your nervous system at his words. the toy is yours, so is he. jisung has to accept that heâs your toy too, and you can play with both.
just because it was your tiny machine doesnât mean it could be lonely. you bought it not just for your own use, but you thought of using it on your pathetic, anime girl-like boyfriend and his juicy little pussy.
âi said answer me.â
âbabyâb-bâŚfuck, mommy!â your fingers slid up to his limit, all the way past his sweet spot, abusing him with an immense physical hurt that makes him cry in a concerning fashion.
but fuck, youâre so addicted to his noises, his compliance, his submission, you canât help but do it again.
âmommy, mommy, m-mommy! iâm sorry! please, mommy, p-please stopâŚâ
âiâm not stopping.â
press his buttons like they were made to be hurt.
âstopâŚpleaseâŚâ jisung can feel himself wearing out from writhing so much, his body growing sore from trying to spread his legs apart â it doesnât help that you pushed his knees down with strong elbows â and his arms felt useless from failed attempts at pushing you away.
heâs in pain but itâs so fucking good to him. his pussy grips your fingers as they slide in and out of him at a merciless pace. his cuntâs lips are glistening from an incoming orgasm that somehow hurts so sharply each time it pulses and makes itself known.
âth-thatâs yours, mommy, itâs notâahn! âs not mine!â jisung cries, ânot on me, n-not on meâmommy! stop!â
again, heâs right; the toyâs not his. again, heâs wrong; it belongs to his pussy.
severe aches pulsate through his cunt yet it doesnât stop gushing wetness with each thrust and curl of your fingers. the vibrator makes a heat pool in his belly that makes him want to release as he loses self control by the second.
âgonna cumâŚdonât want mommyâŚi donât want mommyâŚâ
something breaks in your brain as he mutters that quietly.
âwhy wonât you want me? want your pretty little âbaby?â even after you wonât fucking listen to me, you selfish boy?â each word leaves your lips as if arrows shot precisely out of a quick-slinging bow.
pathetic little jisung is unable to dodge your threats. âb-but this is yours, babyâs toy! not mine! itâs yoursââ
âwhose toy?â at his mistake, you press the vibrator against the peak of his clit and it audibly stings.
âbâmhmph! itâs mommyâs!â
âcorrect. and since itâs mine, i use it the way i want to, yeah?â you almost laugh at yourself and at your boyfriendâs wide, teary eyes. heâs genuinely crying from the pain and yet you can see the hearts in his pupils. heâs addicted to a vice called you and heâs all yours to be dealt with.
whines escape his lips as he starts gushing even more of a clear, sweet wetness. âoh fuckâŚy-yes, mommyâŚâ
âgood. iâll play with both my toys if i want to.â
âi-iâmâŚso closeâŚbabyââ jisung gulps thickly at his mistake. âm-mommy, gonna cum, gonna cum, please stop, s-stop!â
thereâs a real fear in his eyes from being punished for wanting to cum. from calling you his baby. from asking to stop.
âwhy would i stop?â
âiâll cum! âm gonna squirt! itâs too much!â
giggles leave your chest that are as dark as thick smoke. âthereâs no such thing as too much, dumb boy. need you to squirt all over me.â
âbut it hurts! hurts so much, canât take it anymore!â
eyes meet between the both of you and jisungâs wet cunt clenches hard at the sight if your grin. the overstimulation hurts, the usually warm orgasm suddenly feeling too hot inside him. you only have two digits inside him yet heâs already so fucking tight and the small lonely vibrator feels like a death trap on his unfolded clit.
âwhere does it hurt?â you curl and unravel your fingers at an incredibly fast rhythm for a moment, your nails intentionally digging at his limit. âhere?â
âfuck!â jisung shrieks from the pain. âfuck, no! please stop!â
you abuse his cunt in every single way, kissing and biting the inner parts of his thighs at the points where they are most sensitive.
cries get stuck in your boyfriendâs throat. âiâm begging, mommy, m-mommyâŚâ he sobs this time, letting tears roll down his face as his hardened nipples jiggle from his heaving chest. âg-gonnaâahâgonnaâŚcumâŚâ
âthen cum. squirt, boy.â
pressure builds quick and, as if on command or by pure blissful accident, jisung starts screaming and squirting loads.
waves of sweet gushing roll one after the other as he bucks his hips upwards and shakes. his head is rolled all the way to the back of the couch. quick and harsh throbs radiate through his clit as his sloppy cunt squirts. the pressure is intense and you feel it against your skin, but your fingers never leave his tight hole even as heâs screaming your name and wetting your entire arm.
one last gush of his pussy leaves after what seems to be a minute straight of him losing all his senses to a harsh orgasm. itâs only then that you turn the vibrator off and set it down on his wet mess. his hips fall down on the couch with a loud thud and his body seems to shut off.
you lick his pussy and his entire body rattles. the rapid shaking subsides when jisung musters up the last of his energy to look at you, satisfied, licking the cum on your lips and arm.
heâs so fucking sweet.
âdid you like it, sungie?â
jisung pants, unable to catch his breath. it takes him far too many seconds to process what you asked, his mind still hazy and cloudy from the massive orgasm. he literally canât think of anything but you.
he nods his head and drops it to his side from exhaustion. âthank you mommy,â he weakly mutters. âi love youâŚâ
you prop yourself up and away from his legs and watch them finally close daintily as you cuddle next to him. he nuzzles his head directly onto your chest and rubs his nose against your chin as an instinctive yearning for comfort.
âmhmm. i love you too sungie. donât worry, your babyâs here.â as twisted as it is, your sweet smile returns as if nothing had happened.
as if you werenât being a monster on his clit.
âmy babyâŚâ a relieved sigh escapes him. âiâmâŚâm scared of mommyâŚâ
you chuckle. youâre his baby now as much as he is yours. âbut you like my toys, right?â
ây-yeahâŚbut mommyâs so scaryâŚâ his cheeks puff up and he looks like the little squirrel boy that you fell in love with. âmommyâs a meanie. i like my baby more.â
his plump cheek plops on your chest and he reaches for your wet hand. the sight of his essence amazes him, but more so, every curve of your hand gives sparkles in his eyes.
âb-but iâŚâ jisung clears his throat as it became scratchy from moaning endlessly. âi like every part of you. my baby, my m-mommyâŚyou. youâre always so good to me.â
he licks his essence off your finger and his cheeks heat up at the taste. âi-i canât stop loving you, baby.â
âcanât stop loving you either, ji. youâre my good boy.â
you lightly pet his pussy as a simple reassuring gesture, but instead, jisungâs entire lower half jolts. he lets out a dragged out whine as well.
maybe you forget how sensitive he is.
âsorry my sungie! couldnât help it.â
jisung giggles lightly in response. âitâs okay, baby.â
playing with your two toys at once seemed worth it: your vibrator is a little less lonely now, and your boyfriendâs pretty cunt is well spent.
cleaning the wet couch is a worry for later.
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sub!gym buddy!changbin x dom!personal trainer!reader | 8.1k words
⥠⌠sequel to uplifting
After Changbinâs gotten too comfortable around the gym, you needed to remind him of his place. Youâre his significant other, sure, but youâre still his personal trainer â and his training is only getting even more personal.
⼠gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics). smut. fluff. established relationship. pure porn, no plot.Â
⼠bratty perv changbin. petnames âbaby,â âcoach,â ârat,â and âbunâ/âbunny,â semi-public unprotected sex, anal creampie (reader receiving), fingering (changbin receiving), strength kink (headlock), no specifics about y/nâs physiqueâbut y/n is strong.
đ happy new year bitch!!! i finally fucking finished The self-indulgent fic!!! header art by ME! otherwise, enjoy!
18+ only. minors do not interact.
You and your client â now boyfriend â Changbin were getting ready to go to the gym. Staring at your bathroom mirror together, he flexed his arms as he hugged you close to his body.
One look at the man and you can tell heâs changed.
Heâs far from the man you met a year ago, the boy with a thick build that shyly signed you up as his personal trainer. He used to close his big body into itself every time he wasnât trying to impress you. Shy as he was with you, his crush, Changbin was also confident whenever he had the opportunity to try and make you swoon.
Now that he got you in his arms, you all his and him all yours, heâs a lot more toned now and a lot more open.
You got very clear glimpses of his personality at the gym, but dating him officially was like opening a gate and welcoming yourself into his colorful world. It didnât take too long to find out that he works as a lifestyle journalist, but it took many months more to find out that his side gig is working as a talent manager for some small-time DJ named CB or something. Whoever that guy is, your boyfriend claims that heâs just as shy as your coworker Chris, hence why he doesnât show up often.
Changbin opened up more of his life to you just as you gave lots of your life to him. Every date extended from the gym to the cafe next to it, from fancy restaurants in each of your hometowns to humble home-cooked dinners at either his or your apartments. He stutters less and heâs more giggly around you, while youâre definitely not your usual strict self when it comes to cuddles in his bed.
You two allowed your lives to meld into each other and bond, mix in, and create one shared universe that you can both breathe in. He loved you and you loved him and that never seems to end anywhere.
But it all starts at the gym, you figured, and it always goes back there; he hasnât signed out of being your client and technically still pays you to help him work out.
âY/N,â he said with a smile on his face. âWait first, please? Iâm not ready to go to the gym yet.â
You raised an eyebrow at him and struggled to look back as his arms engulfed you. âFirst time Iâve ever heard that from you. Why?â
Changbin is always more than eager to go to the gym, so the request set you back. He giggled and you could feel his chest pump against your back. He smiled at your figure in the mirror.
âWhat are you plotting?â You squinted your eyes back at his reflection. Changbin smiled dumbly in response.
You almost asked again until he leaned down to kiss your cheek from the side. It wasnât a peck at all, his lips solidly planted on the apple of your cheek for a bit longer than two seconds, and it ended with an audible smooch at the pucker of his lips.
âHeh. I love you, bun.â
The smile on his face returned bigger and brighter. His cheeks heated up and his ears turned incredibly red at his own actions even if he was supposed to leave you melting; well, you were, definitely relaxing in the hold of his biceps at the simple display of affection.
But youâre stronger than him, at least emotionally, and he knows that.
âThat was it?â You faked dissatisfaction in your tone and it turned him back into the shy guy you met a year ago. âGonna delay your gym appointment for just a little kiss?â
His eyes didnât leave your figure in your bathroom mirror. Changbinâs body heated up and you could feel every bit of him collapse slightly as he stared at your face.
To him, youâre still as handsome and as pretty as the time he met you, if not significantly more beautiful now than ever. Even when you were intimidating.
âI donât think my coach minds if Iâm late,â he attempted a smirk.
Changbin grabbed your wrists with a swiftness and held them against your back. Holding them with two hands, he made sure that you were unable to separate your arms, teasing you with one of his strength displays.
âCoach probably wouldnât mind, especially when theyâre late too.â
He wasnât just planning on locking your hands there. He was feeling bold and you could feel it in the strong hold of his hands against yours.
But youâre physically stronger than he is.
You raised your arms and his hands together over your head, catching Changbin off-guard, twisting your wrists and your body so that you finally faced him. With his hands in the air, you grabbed him by his wrists this time, holding your shocked boyfriendâs hands together and slamming his frozen body against the wall.
You had his hands over his head, locking him in a far more vulnerable position. A blush ran through the apples of his cheeks and painted his ears red. He looked most delicious with his eyes wide open, mouth hung ajar, and pretty little head racing endlessly with thoughts.
âAnd what makes you think your coach would excuse this unnecessary tardiness?â You asked him with an ear-to-ear grin and half-lidded eyes.
âIâm not saying theyâdâŚallow itâŚâ Changbin bit his bottom lip for a second to ease his stammering. âIâm saying I donât mind the punishment.â
You chuckled at his weak response. âWhereâd you get this boldness?â
âFrom you, bun.â
You leaned in impossibly closer to his face, tightening the grip on his wrists. Your thumbs massaged the peaks of his palms as your gaze drilled into Changbin for making moves that you never thought heâd do. The man felt so much smaller under you, his biceps clenching suddenly at the tense atmosphere that he initiated.
You stepped away, releasing his hands, and softly smiled. âBinnie, you owe me a hearty dinner tonight.â
Changbin blinked. âIs that my punishment?â
âYes and no,â you tapped his bicep and squeezed at his muscles. Your sultry voice returned briefly. âWhy, do you want more?â
Changbin nodded almost a little too quickly to be subtle.
You turned around to face away from him and smirked.
âHow about we go to the gym and find out?â
The trip on the way to the fitness center went on as it usually did, full of banter and tight hand-holding. Your boyfriend was extra giddy in the driverâs seat â he insisted on driving â and seemed way too excited for something just a little less special than a date. After all, this was your work, and heâs still your client.
That didnât stop him from wanting to be yours for a day.
You both greeted Chris, your coworker, and Changbinâs right-hand man, and Minho, Changbinâs left-hand devil. They were both sparring until you two entered the picture. After handshakes and smiles, they noticed the subconsciously possessive hand of yours snaking around your boyfriendâs back.
They always had knowing grins and your boyfriend always looked like a bullied little dog whenever they teased him.
Whatever it was between you or the two friends, you shrugged it off and headed to the semi-private training room that Changbin liked. It was a four-walled room full of mirrors and equipment, almost always reserved for you and him, your personal training all upgraded to something much more personal now that everyone in the gym knew the both of you.
Shutting the door behind you, your boyfriend let out a giggle. You turned to see him hiding a smile with a dumb look on his face as if he was aching to tell you a joke. You lightly tapped his cheek and he shrugged it off with a downturned smile.
âAnyway, silly boy, weâre here to work out your upper body and arm strength,â you headed over to set up the equipment, yet Changbinâs eyes wouldnât stop following your figure as you spoke. You could feel the stare right onto your ass, his favorite part of your body, and it felt nasty yet comfortably familiar.
âBinnie, please pass me theââ
âHmmâŚâ Changbin crossed his arms, pretending to stand inattentively.
You blinked. Tapped your shoe to grab his attention. Nothing worked, and your boyfriend â your client â just looked at his reflection in the mirror, biting back a grin with sharp teeth.
âBin?â You called out to him. âBaby.â No response. âBun, bunny.â The eyes that were once on your ass seemed to look away, settling for your impending reaction.
âSeo Changbin.â
He whipped his head your way, feigning surprise, but you didnât miss the way the corners of his lips turned upwards for a split second. He loved hearing his name, loved it so goddamn much that heâd tease you this way just to hear it fall from your lips, no matter how stoically you called him. If it meant that you would succumb just to say his full name, a sign that you were his, then that meant he won in his own book.
âMhmm? Oh right, whatâd you say?â
If he was going to play some stupid game again, you were definitely catching on, and you were going to fucking win it.
âPut the bench down here.â
Changbinâs ears were impossibly red again at the sternness of your voice, but he scoffed, appearing like the overconfident self that he wanted to be to you. He grabbed the bench, sure, but he hovered it just above the spot you wanted him to place it on.
âI said put it down.â
He dropped the bench down with a loud thud. His eyes shifted back and forth between you and his pathetic reflection in the mirror.
You smirked at yourself after watching his natural obedience shine past his antics. âHow about we try something?â
Changbin shook off his nervousness to listen to your inquiry.
âPlank with me underneath.â Your voice was stern, eyes all strict on his figure; if an outsider was watching, they wouldnât know that you were looking at your very own boyfriend.
He merely scoffed in response.
âExtra bossy today, huh?â Changbin smirked at you, the shit-eating grin leaving your heart burning.
Youâve seen that smile before: he flashed that smirk often, teasing you especially whenever he sent you mirror selfies from his apartment with suggestive follow-up voicemails. It made you laugh every single time how tough he tried to look, flexing whatever muscle he wanted and texting like he was going to ruin you; only to look like a piece of dumb melted mess whenever you teased back with the promise of breaking his cock.
And now, of all times, you couldnât back down. âOf fucking course. Arenât you forgetting whoâs boss?â
Changbin wiggled an eyebrow, knowing he was pushing exactly the right buttons. âYou already know.â
âI donât care. Remind me who your personal trainer is,â you sternly said.
A whisper left his lips. âIt wasnât supposed to be you,â he subtly said, but you unfortunately picked up on it.
The dark stare you gave him was all he needed to realize what he had done, mouthing âoh shit.â All he could do now was expect you to double down on whatever you were already doing.
He fucked up, pushing the one last button too early â but he loved that he did, and maybe you did, too.
âWhoâs your trainer?â You walked behind his figure on the weight bench. The reflection of your menacing stance in the mirror in front of Changbin left him nervous, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you trace a hand down his back.
You grabbed him: one hand pushing his upper back down while the other hugged his hips upwards. With full force, you caught your boyfriend off-guard by making him fall on all fours on the bench in one singular motion.
âWho is it?â You reiterated, ignoring the long whine that escaped him.
ââŚY-You, babe. I-ItâsâŚyouââ The words left his mouth all chopped up in stutters.
âI need a name.â
âY/N,â Changbin whimpered before biting his lips to smile again.
âSeo Y/N.â
If he hadnât pushed enough, then he did now. It was your job to tease but he was catching on. âDonât play with me.â
âYou know you l-like it. You love my nameââ
His response earned him a sudden and firm slap on his ass. The boy cried out, his smile replaced by a scrunched face, his giggle replaced by a full moan.
âFilthy little gym brat,â you hissed.
You grabbed a fistful of his curly hair, forcing him to stare up at your reflection in the mirror alongside his pre-fucked-out face. âThatâs what you are. Some dumb little workout junkie who thinks of nothing but their trainerâs ass.â
Changbin subtly turned his head in an attempt to look at your actual face. âYouâd do the same if I was your trainer.â
âThatâs what you think, rat.â You spanked his ass again, this time allowing it to sting through his thin shorts. âAt least Iâm not a weak little submissive toy of a man like you.â
He whimpered again, this time sounding pained. You thought it was from the spank itself but immediately figured that he was attempting not to leak precum in his shorts. His cock strained against his pants painfully. How cute.
âY/N! Please, please!â Changbin hissed.
In a twisted attempt to worsen his situation, you sneaked your hand under his shorts to grope one of his ass cheeks, your nails digging into the spank mark. âPlease what?â
âF-FuckâŚâ He attempted to speak straight, holding back drool from spilling out of his mouth by biting his lips back. He stared at you through the mirror with glossy eyes. The hearts in his pupils shined through his bangs, affecting you as if they were aphrodisiacs.
âPlease fuck me?â
Without a doubt, his bratty antics were getting to you, but you merely smirked back at him. The same grin he flashed you earlier now pasted on your face, mirroring everything he did from the ego boost down to the annoying scoff that left his mouth. Only yours was more sadistic, infuriating, yet all sorts of hot and addicting.
Changbin anticipated your response, the brattiness leaving him, faux fear inching close to his heart.
âDo you really think you deserve that?â
He tried to whine but nothing could escape his mouth. He was incredibly hard and his poor little fat dick couldnât take it anymore. Maybe if he didnât rush his flirtatious antics before you two got into the gym, he wouldâve changed into looser shorts that could actually give his cock some breathing room.
Whatâs worse is that you probably knew this but never gave him â nor his cock â the mercy to breathe.
Changbin settled on shaking his head, his scalp stinging a little from the hold of your hand on his curls. At his response, you forcibly let go of the hand, pushing his head down slightly, making his head bow in painful humiliation.
A delicious whimper made its way out of his mouth.
âIâm here to train you,â you said, your other hand still firm on his ass, âI will train you to be patient, hmm? Iâm not your partner now.â
You squeezed his ass one last time before removing your hand from his shorts. âIâm your coach for now, youâre my client, yeah? Iâll fuck you if youâve been good enough.â
Changbin simply nodded his head eagerly. You chuckled darkly, impressed at your bratâs sudden obedience.
âNow, where were we?â You slapped your palms on his round and bouncy pecs. âOh right.â
You got on your knees down to meet his eye level, him elevated as he was supported by the bench. You looked like you could kiss him, or if he stood up then you would suck him off, or maybe eat his ass in that position â but you simply grinned, laying down with your back to the floor and front facing up under Changbin.
âDo a bench plank with me underneath. One minute and thirty seconds. Go.â
Poor guy had the most agonizing minute and a half of his life.
The sight of you, winning at the game he set, and teasing him with the nastiest curl of your dark smile left him struggling when he usually never did. He couldâve gone on for possibly two minutes or more, he never tested the limit, but maybe he hit it when he was forced to stare at you.
âThirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two.â The husky timbre of your voice rang in his head as you counted the seconds down, a daunting timer right underneath him. He couldnât believe himself, that he tried to become an annoying brat â and he never expected such a return.
But what was he supposed to expect from you â the partner he bagged through fucking in the very same gym he was struggling to work out in.
Changbinâs cock was straining, raging boner only ever getting harder while staring at you and your body that he loved so much. He couldnât say a word, mutter a single word of worship even if he wanted to; he was still keeping up the act, refusing to succumb to the game he was still trying not to lose.
Maybe he already did, but heâs stubborn, just as you found him out to be.
âFifty. Fifty-one, fifty-twoâŚâ
Flowing through his popping veins, his blood heated up his entire body when he was just planking, a simple warm-up exercise, as he fell into the pit of disbelief that you held the reigns and all the power even while being physically under him. He felt humiliated, less than the confident man he wanted to be, feeling smaller and significantly less strong than he actually was.
âEighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nineâŚâ
At some point, he felt like giving up, like bucking his elbows and letting go of the bench. That unfortunately meant that he would drop onto your body and crush you, losing the game and, more importantly, hurting you.
It was beyond a game at that point. His nerves were fighting themselves, he wanted to cum, to drop onto your hips and just be fucked by your body. He was so ready to admit defeat, but he couldnât at the cost and real fucking risk of crushing you.
Crushing the body he so loved. The collection of parts that made up the whole that is you, the one he fell in love with. The curves and sharp edges that framed your plush skin and contours, the hairs that grow in directions that flatter you. Thereâs something in the way the sight of your body places him in a trance; perhaps because it is the very body that houses the person he loves, his coach, the one who loves him, the one who knows how to love him. And god, you were strong, strong enough to bear his weight, but his anxiety boiled all the way down his crotch.
Canât crush the body he loves.
He didnât want that. Of course, you wouldnât want that. He shut his eyes and listened to your voice instead of the thought. His sweat dropped from his forehead and neck down to your cheek, making you chuckle. The lightness of your laugh relieved him a little, but also made him harder, his hips wishing to line up against yours.
Of course, you noticed. Of course, you knew how badly he wanted you. You pulled your knee up and brushed it against his crotch.
âOne hundred!â
Changbin yelled loudly at the action and your last count, failing to realize that he had gone ten seconds past a minute and a half. He tensely let go of the bench, only to catch himself painfully with his elbows and propping his body just inches above yours.
He flinched more at the fact that you barely flinched rather than the last-minute save down on your body.
âGood job, Binnie. You went beyond the time limit!â
Cock aching between his legs, Changbin resisted to call for a restroom break as he knew you wouldâve humiliated him. He would want that, but not in the way he truly needed. He craved your validation in the form of proper disciplining, wishing to bring out that side of you, his coach.
But lord was your praise music to his ears.
If he had a tail, heâd be wagging it then.
The workouts went on for what seemed like hours of agony and his cock wouldnât soften at all.
He did more reps on the pulldown machine than usual. It didnât help that you hovered over him with your ass just above his hips as his back ached and arched at each pull. He looked beautiful, *fuckable,*especially when he complained slightly about doing another set at your command.
âAnother?â
âWhy, canât do it?â
âWhat if I said noââ
You pulled the bar down with his arms in a sudden burst of strength, stretching his entire upper body, making Changbin groan so loud it mightâve echoed beyond the private room.
âYouâre doing it anyway, thatâs a demand.â
Then he got on the bench press while you hovered over his crotch. You counted the reps as he tried to focus on the heavy barbells. Your ass teased him, luscious hips just above his own in a way that made him feel like throwing the weights and pushing you down on his cock instead.
Turns out that wait is more tiring than weights.
Then you commanded him to use the sit-up machine while your lips were dangerously close to his every time he curled up. Then you took him to the chest press and forced him to stare at you, not your ass in the mirror behind him. Every single other exercise felt like another lap down the circles of hell.
He also did elevated push-ups on the bench as you sat on his lower back. The tease of your ass against the back of his hips drove him insane.
You spanked his ass again and he almost came then and there.
He was heaving, not just from the muscle soreness, but also from the thought that you could just fuck his ass in this position if you could â but alas, you held it over his head, and he was just a âfilthy fucking gym brat.â
You could feel your veins popping as he smirked at you upon accomplishing his last set, only to feel satisfaction when he ducked his head and pouted when you raised an eyebrow at him.
âDonât get too cocky, rat.â Your hand found his right bicep and held the firm, exhausted muscles.âHow about I check your progress, hmm?â
A finger ran across the grooves of his shoulder blades and defined collarbones. âOh, this rat did so well after all.â You ran your knuckles against the firm skin, feeling his biceps flex under your bones. Changbin shuddered at the touch, affecting him mentally and physically.
But god was your lovely voice making it so much worse. âBody got so much prettier.â
So was your teasing. âAnd youâre still so eager.â
You pointed straight at his erection while your other palm squeezed his strong forearm. He hated the teasing, or loved it; he isnât too sure. Before he could say anything, feel the humiliation creep in for being a huge pervert, you bent down â and intentionally showed the curvature of your ass â to pick up a bottle.
âDoes my baby want a treat?â You offered the treat in the form of a bottle of his favorite energy drink, still all cold even after being sat on the floor throughout the entirety of the workout.
The boy was thirsting, sure, but he wanted to quench a different kind of thirst. If the short yet thick tent on his crotch was any indication, then it was the darkened gaze that suddenly flickered in his eyes when he stared at you.
âNo.â
A bratty side was returning and you hated that same lopsided smile on his small, puffy mouth.
âI want Y/N.â
You fiercely grabbed him by his cheeks, pinching your thumb and index finger down onto the softness of his cheeks. Your boyfriendâs luscious lips puckered at the pressure, but he tried to look less cute in your hands with a little tinge of failure.
âDemanding now, are we? Youâre gonna have to train more if you think you deserve me.â You dug your nails harder into the skin of his cheeks. âWhat are we here for again?â
No response. Your nails sunk in more, making your boyfriend whimper. âAnswer me.â
âTraining.â
You let go. âGood. Training for?â
âM-My body.â
âYes,â your voice softened. âFor your pretty body.â You felt up his muscles, fingers walking across the thin fabric of his shirt and dancing around his firm, sweating skin. The threads were cool due to his sweat yet his skin was warm under your touch, the blood of a full-body blush creeping just within his veins, flesh reddening where itâs most sensitive â which is everywhere your hands graced.
âSuch a glorious thing. So thick. So firm. So smooth, so beautiful.â Fallen into a trance at your warm words and touching, Changbin grew lightheaded, losing sense of thought almost completely even if he was feeling all sorts of emotions at once.
With a dark voice, you asked him an important question. âMy baby worked out so well. But youâre missing something, why are you really here?â
Everything had to be mustered up for him to even reply. âTo beâŚa good boy.â
Dumbing down, he felt his head spinning at your touch. He couldnât form full sentences as he grew dumb, but he tried, and you could feel him trying. He still wanted to impress you but you had him drunk on the thought of you.
At this point, his poor cock had been edged past his record limit, but he hadnât backed down to rub one out even in the private room with you.
Even if he wanted to. God, it would be nice, being sat with his back laid flat on the bench while your glorious ass cheeks bounced on his fat cockâ
âI donât think weâre done though.â
Feeling the grooves of his well-carved muscles, relishing in the subtle instinctive flexes, you felt a burn inside your heart just above the chest. Changbin was shaking ever so slightly, judged by the mere touch of your fingertips, a lovely little tactile feeling all contrasted with the flaming intent of your actions.
âI want more from you. How much can you lift again?â
Dryness caught itself in Changbinâs throat. âM-More thanâŚ130 kilosâŚâ
âHow about we see whoâs stronger?â
âBabyââ Realizing how deep your pupils seemed to drill themselves into him, he changed terms of endearment. âCoach, what do you mean?â
âI lift you, then you lift me. Letâs see whoâs stronger then. Got it?â
The matter-of-factly tone of voice and hands on your own hips got Changbin reeling. He especially loved seeing your displays of strength, something you were ironically subtle about even as his own trainer.
Is it bad that he got more excited to watch you outdo him than to prove you wrong? He hadnât realized yet, but he was losing his own game.
This gym session was going overtime.
âYou gotta be stronger than me to pass.â
Squatting before him, you looked up at him with shiny eyes as you readied yourself to carry your big boy.
He thought he would look unattractive from the lower angle however you digressed. His tummy became more apparent, one of your favorite parts of his body, alongside his ass.
It was no secret that the both of you were obsessed with each otherâs bottoms. He wanted yours in a way that a hungry man would want to savor the food heâd finally get. You wanted to finger his as if his plump, round, and firm cheeks werenât an invitation to be violated.
Maybe you should finger him.
Maybe youâd do it after lifting him off the ground.
âHolyâwoah, Y/N, woah woah! Put me down!â
âAh. Wonât put you down for a minute, I kind of like the heaviness.â You lifted him up by snaking a strong arm around his hip and supporting his heavy upper body with your other arm. âYou werenât this big before.â
You spanked his ass one more time, watching the jiggly form recoil, until you held it firmly in your hand.
âNow, Iâm sorry Binnie, but I canât resist you.â
While holding him up, you slammed both of your bodies against the wall, making sure not to break the mirror behind Changbin or hurt him in the process. After realizing that it had only gotten his cock pulsating in his shorts, you made the wise decision to pull it down.
The yelp that Changbin let out was to die for.
You hastily pulled his shirt all the way up to his mouth, forcing him to bite onto the fabric as his belly and chest exposed themselves to you with the prettiest subtle bounces. They had been freshly worked out, skin glistening and glowing from his sweat. Each form of his pecs and the round firmness of his tummy was detailed enough to make you admire it even more than when it would naturally be while relaxed.
Every side of him was attractive, whether or not he worked out, but the view of his exposed body made your core tingle with delight.
Tracing a finger up his stomach, you felt up his skin until the dip of his chest. His cleavage was extra prominent, especially in the way you squeezed his body between your own and the wall. You played with the space before your fingers settled on pinching his nipple.
Of course, you were aware of his sensitivity around his chest, and that made you intentionally tease him even more.
Changbin let out a muffled cry, drool pooling in the fabric of his shirt where his mouth clamped on it. You still held him up, but this time, you adjusted your hold by throwing his leg up and over your arm. He shuddered at the action and then at the realization of what was to come.
Before he could even think, your finger dug into his exposed asshole, and prodded it open.
Changbin bit down and cried, writhing in your arm and attempting to grab anything. He settled on holding onto your shoulders as he felt your finger enter him even deeper.
His cock seemed to move painfully on its own. It twitched rapidly as the heavy dick was left unattended but his ass clenched around you in the same way.
Figuring that your boyfriend already had enough stimulation going on in your little game, you decided to make it worse by sucking on the nipple you pinched earlier.
At this point, Changbinâs mind had gone completely hazy, all thoughts fogged out as he could only focus on the pleasure on opposite ends of his body. Your tongue swirled around his hardened nipple as your lips sucked around the skin of his tit. Your finger was joined by another digit, slowly going as to let him adjust to the sensations. His prostate was getting violated, used, and abused, but it only spurred the both of you on to keep going.
And then you went merciless on him.
Your fingers curled against his sweet spot before getting pulled away, only to push back as soon as Changbin attempted to whine; his subconscious obedience proved itself to manifest as he dropped the bratty act and kept his mouth clamped around his shirt. He made muffled noise after muffled noise, tearing up and drooling, wishing for his cock to be satisfied. He was close, dangerously so, and you could feel it in the way his balls started to grow heavy against your wrist.
Denying him relief, you moved on to suck on his other nipple, picking up the pace in which you fingered your boyfriend.
He threw his head back against the mirror with a loud thud but he could care less. Your other armâs hold around his body kept him in place but also flexed enough to make him feel all of you.
Maybe it was subconscious possessiveness. Maybe it was the need to keep his melting body up. Maybe it was the lone sensation of being surrounded by muscles and also being penetrated by muscles that made Changbinâ
âNo, youâre not cumming yet baby.â
Your lips left his chest with a pop and your big boyfriend ducked his head in response. You pulled the shirt off his mouth and dragged it down while your other arm set him down on the ground.
Still shaky, Changbin grew confused and frustrated â not at you, but at the denial of relief once more.
âTime to show your strength Bin. Show me what you gotââ
Changbin hastily pinned your body to the mirror wall as well, breathing heavily while holding your body by the hip.
Just as you held him practically with one arm only, he did the same, this time using the other to pull your own bottoms down to reveal your ass.
âPlease, Y/N, p-please, âm so needy.â Changbin was out of breath, brain still jumbled from being fucked mercilessly in the ass. âCanât takeâŚanymoreâŚplease, pleaseâŚâ
He mustered up every single bit in him to form sentences. The poor thingâs bicep wrapped around your ass as if he could never let you go. âWanna fuck coach, please, let me fuck you.â
It wouldâve been a grave sin to detach from you at any moment. His hunger for your body had grown past his primal instinct and now he had been craving you like crazy.
âWhatâs gotten you so horny?â You had to ask, shocked at the drooling, sweating, blushed-up mess of a man that you still proudly call yours.
âCouldnâtâŚstop staring at you. Since earlier. S-Since last night. Since yesterday. Couldnât get my mind off you.â The words that fell from his mouth graced your ears as slowly as possible yet tasted sweeter than ever.
Praises and worship left his mouth at a rapid rate as he felt up your body lazily with his free hand. âYouâre justâŚso strongâŚY/N, you drive me crazy.â Changbin kissed any inch of skin he could get. âI really love you, you know that?â
âOf course. I love you too and you are mine.â
Your response made Changbin shiver, evident in the breathy whine he let out. âI promise Iâll be your baby b-bunny forever. Your strong bunny.â Your boyfriend shook as his mouth left love bites on your neck. âIâm obsessed with you, I love you, I love you, Iââ
You shushed your boyfriendâs mindless mumbling with a deep kiss, one that Changbin had been craving for hours. He relished in anything that was you, felt like you, tasted like you, and he couldnât bear to bring out the bratty act once you finally planted your lips on his.
Sighing into your mouth, he shuddered, leaning into your touch and pouting again to receive more of your love. You smiled in response, teasing ever so slightly, before returning the favor with a dart of your tongue.
Changbinâs arms shot up to hold onto you for support, the strong man crumbling under you. What was better was that you held him up, your own arms circling his body again, the grip from every inch of your body around his putting him steadily in his place.
Then you squeezed.
âFuck, coach, youââ Then you pinned him down on the bench. âY/N!â
âHush, boy, arenât you so excited?â You chuckled as you repositioned yourself and him. âWanna fuck your coach so bad?â
âPlease! Please, I tried to be good!â
Adjusting your hold on him, you gently laid him down on the bench and abandoned your bottoms completely. âAw. Not so much of a brat now, are you?â You shuffled your hips to hover over his thick, desperate cock.
âDeep down youâre just a pathetic little boy, yeah?â
âY-Yeah,â Changbin whimpered mindlessly. âCouldnât be a brat!â
All you could do was laugh while lining up the entrance of your ass with his tip. âSo whyâd you try?â
âBecauseâŚâ He choked on the lump in his throat.âY-Youâre so hot when youâre strict, Y/NâŚâ
You shoved your ass down onto his cock in one fell swoop, enveloping your boyfriend whole.
It was known ever since the beginning that he loved anal; your first bit of sex in the very same gym was telling enough, but he loved giving and receiving in both ways. He loved the dirtiness but also the fact that the both of you prepare and clean yourselves well for it âjust in caseâ it comes up.
This scene was one of those emergency moments that you were glad you both prepared for. Otherwise, you wouldâve had the worst time adjusting to Changbinâs sheer girth.
His size was something he had never truly believed to be astounding, but even with your strength, you couldnât help but lose a bit of yourself to it. The girth was to die for: even if his cock didnât reach deep, it was heavy, loaded, and big enough to stretch your ass wide. As you lifted your ass before slamming it back down, the feeling of your behind being opened and filled despite the tightness felt amazing.
Changbin felt like crying at your first strokes. He always loved it when you two fucked or made love, but shit, he basically edged himself the whole time in the gym. He had never done such a thing, most especially while putting up a brat act, but every single morsel of thought flew right out of his head as your ass picked up the pace and took him whole.
Somehow, youâd both become sopping wet as you both met in the middle once, twice, thrice, four times â youâd lost count, unable to keep the seconds and rounds of body slamming as you wouldâve earlier.
You couldnât help but moan from the pleasure, making Changbin hold you using all of his limbs with the last bits of strength in him. The both of you knew that he wouldnât last.
A heat was pooling in your stomach as well, sliding all the way down to your crotch just in front of your ass. While his cock hit the sweet spot in your hole over and over, you could feel your own orgasm building quickly alongside your boyfriendâs.
Neither of you could care less about the mess you were about to make.
Quickly picking up the pace, you slammed your hips down over and over again and pressed your hands against his chest, rubbing his nipples and soothing the sore muscle. The stimulation grew far too much and too fast, but Changbin was so lost in the ecstasy that he couldnât complain, and he grew so physically tired that he couldnât hold you off.
Despite the hurt in his cock he still didnât want to stop you.
âS-So fuckingâŚcloseâŚholy shit, Y/N, gonna cum!â
âCum inside me,â you demanded.
Fully shaking, Changbin dug his fingers into your thighs with all his remaining might and held you in place, shooting load after load from his poor, aching cock deep into your plush walls.
He was so warm, his release filling you with a certain nastiness that you loved so much. You could tell how much he saved all of it from the amount he shot into you. It even started spilling despite the fact that you stilled in place, unable to move from the force of his hands pulling you down. Maybe his training on the pulldowns earlier helped him with it.
But you were both far from done.
You kissed Changbin on his plush lips and sighed in faux contentment. âBinnie baby, you filled me wellâŚâ He could only mouth âthank youâ in reply.
Then you pulled his sore body up after pushing yourself off his sore cock. âBut I want more.â
His eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear at the prospect of you using his spent cock more than he intended. This mightâve been the punishment he wanted, but it was nothing like what heâd expected.
Making matters worse, you sat behind him and suddenly wrapped your arm around his neck. The other hand found his cock and both arms squeezed, locking Changbin in your hold.
The boy moaned the loudest he had ever done in his entire life.
âGonna fuck you like this,â you said as you pumped his cock at a rapid pace, âIâll milk you dry.â
Your words left Changbin gasping, moaning, whimpering, and whining like a trapped dog. The tears in his eyes flooded down as he struggled to adjust in your arms, but god, you were far stronger than you displayed earlier. He barely had any strength left to push you off, to wiggle out, to even form a coherent enough sentence or word.
Was it bad that he liked it this way?
Changbin could only tremble. He moaned your name deliciously over and over as your hand pumped his fat cock from the tip all the way down to his balls at a breakneck pace. You softened the headlock slightly to make him breathe, but the flexing of your forearm drove your boyfriend past the point of self-control. He was overstimulated in every single way.
Again, it was the strength display. The fact that you were putting such a huge man like him in his place. You rendered him unable to function, tired him out until he became putty in your arms, and now you had him caged like a real rat. You flexed your forearm again and Changbin let out a severely choked out whimper.
He couldnât take it anymore. He came non-stop with his head rolled back to your shoulder, curly bangs covering the fucked-out face he gave you from the sheer amount of pleasure.
Overstimulation sent him over the edge though, making him cum again and again. You could even feel the vein on his cock pop and pulsate under your palm. The lone fact that it only seemed to soften after a few more shots of cum on Changbinâs own belly and on your hand made you feel powerful.
âMy tamed brat, my good boy.â
The praise made Changbin see stars. You saw the hearts in his eyes as he struggled to look back at you.
Wholly dumb and unable to move, your boyfriend simply lay in your arms and you both sat there for a moment. You pet Changbinâs fluffy hair with one arm and rubbed his belly with the other, playing with the cum on his tummy before you two shifted in your seats.
A year or so ago, you two had been in the same dilemma and position as you were. You and Changbin were both sweaty and exhausted, his head rested on your shoulder, unable to move. The both of you relished in the glow of being fucked nasty in the gym with your clothes barely hanging onto your bodies, soiled with sweat and cum â it sounded disgusting, but it was the reality that you two had to face with your puffy cheeks.
Lord knows how agonizing the cleanup wouldâve been if you werenât going to do it with your boyfriend at least.
Guilty at the mess he made, Changbin kissed your face everywhere and mumbled to âtake care of itâ as he attempted to stand up â only to groan in pain after the soreness hit all of his muscles at once. You laughed and supported his weight with your own. Unable to register how youâre still managing, you guided him up and took mops, towels, and bottles of isopropyl alcohol.
Everyone knew you two were lovebirds, but nobody could use this room after you tainted it with an atmosphere of pure sin.
Itâs funny though, you thought; Changbinâs goofy self returned in full force, albeit in a tired body, but still entertained you enough to keep your spirits up while cleaning the room. He hummed, giggled at you, nudged his face into your arm, and even sniffed at you as a joke.
It was your silly signal to take a break in a shower together within the adjacent locker rooms that, somehow, were empty then.
Perfectly enough, you two took a single stall together and showered together just as you two were accustomed to doing. This time was a little more special, the deja vu of the first meeting settling in as you happily scrubbed your boyfriendâs once-sweaty scalp. He was too tired to do it to himself he returned the favor by cleaning you too. The rest of the shower was quiet save for a few âI love youâsâ and light chuckles.
He gave your back a peck before drying it, relishing in your natural scent and the aroma of the post-shower lotion. You dressed him up in your extra clothes the same way that he dressed you up too, feeling at home even in a slightly public space.
Home was wherever Changbin was, in the same way, you were his home as well.
Back to the reality of the messy room, you handed him a mop and he grimaced.
âHey, Y/N, slap my wrist next time I try to act bratty. Thatâs not really me.â
Your reaction mustâve been funny, as your face earned Changbin a hearty giggle.
âThen who might this just-as-handsome asshole-ish guy be?â
âIâm thinking Changbin would be a fitting name.â
âEw.â You grimaced in the same way he did earlier. âAnd you should be jealous of him?â
âNah. âCause I know you love The Seo Changbin only.â
You snorted at him and threatened to swipe his leg with the mop. He laughed and snorted back. He liked the idea of poking fun at you with his own name so much that he pulled it thrice.
âSay, I owe you dinner tonight, right bun?â He huddled closer to you, the comfortable distance only growing warmer. It was touching to know that he remembered your silly claim from earlier, softening your heart. You got excited to listen as his ideas for hearty food were always right, a privilege you unlocked by having a lifestyle journalist wrapped around your finger.
âMhmm. Gotta heal from that ass-kicking I gave you.â You bumped the side of your hip onto him, but he blushed as the slight memory of half an hour ago flashed before his eyes.
âAnyway! I know a cozy restaurant just downtown that serves banger seafood. Itâs the side branch of that beachside bar I told you about.â Changbin went on to describe his recommendation.
Your eyes lit up at the idea. âWow, your lifestyle writing really takes you places, huh?â
âYeah, but actually,â Changbin raised his index finger, âI discovered it through my side gigâs talent, ChanâI mean CB.â
You paused and raised an eyebrow back. ââŚInteresting. Tell me about it.â
âHow about I just show you?â
As if on cue, you both heard a punch, then a comically loud groan that sounded like Minho. Following it was an even louder apology from Chris. The other end of the gym mustâve been busier than you two, you thought.
The laughs that escaped both of your chests filled the air of the private room. It was one of many beats in your relationship that you shared with him often but itâs still an unconfined joy to have with him. You could live in the banter and tiny conversations forever, even the bratty behavior he displayed only cemented how much you loved the man even if he made your heart burn and filled your ass up.
Brats used to be off-limits until you brought him to his limit, and now itâs all you could ever think about.
Changbin expected punishment but only got rewarded with your love and warmth in the end. Itâs a mission he successfully failed and a game you aimlessly won.
As you two walked out of the fitness center, wobbling in your steps back to the car, you fought over whoâd be the driver. You won again, and Changbin fell asleep angelically in the backseat. At least then youâd wake him up with the hearty meal he recommended.
Even after all this time, your client â and boyfriend â never changed the love he had, has, and always will have for you. He might as well renew his gym subscription under your name even after the gym closes.
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â donât stop hyunjin.
đˇď¸ cnc (with safeword), dom!nonbinary!reader, sub!boypussy!hyunjin, petnames âdaddy,â âmommy,â and âpretty girl,â (forced) breeding. reader has a cock. mentions of knocking up. 897 words.
a/n: this is on the harsher end of cnc, read at your own discretion.
18+ only. minors do not interact.
hyunjin whoâs so overwhelmed and overstimulated by you that he cries. he whines for the kinder side of you, begs for you to slow down. his face is buried in the pillows and his ass is up in the air, pussy fully occupied by you, clenching around you with the tightest grip. heâs dripping wet, pretty and puffy cunt glazed with his own cum and wetness, coating you with juices that you canât wait to eat up after.
but god, itâs all too much for him.
âno, no, ahnâno, daddy, please donâtââ hyunjin hugs the pillow under him tighter as a loud whine escapes his heaving chest. âitâs too much, daddy, canât take it!â
his hand desperately reaches back for you. he looks beautiful like this, losing control of himself, body weakening yet clawing for ground â hyunjin doesnât know if he wants to push you off his pussy or if he wants to hold your hand.
âoh pretty girl, did i ask if you can take it?â your shit-eating grin sends shivers down hyunjinâs arched back, the indent on his spine deepening as he rips his gaze away from yours. âyou will take it, pretty, whether you can or not.â
you push hyunjinâs head further down into the pillows before he could retaliate properly, thrusting harder into him. the delicious sounds of his pussyâs gushing answer you instead; you figure that he wants more, can take more.
words are just words and âdonâtâ is just a suggestion from a beautiful pathetic mouth.
âdaddy, stopâmommy, i want my mommy,â hyunjin cries out.
heâs still calling out for you, wanting you, needing you. that you who he wants isnât the you, daddy, whoâs drilling him into the bed, no: he craves for mommy, the kinder one, the one who kisses the lobes of his ears as his pussy leaks quietly onto your fingers. he craves for mommy, the side of you that whispers how much of a pretty girl he is, the side of you who kisses his cunt slowly, the side of you who rubs warm and comforting little circles onto his supple and milky skin.
âno, daddy, stop!â hyunjin chokes out. he doesnât want the daddy whose hands are leaving red marks on his hips, not the side of you whose legs are locking his own so he wouldnât kick you off, not the side of you who slaps the peaks of his ass cheeks as he whines âpull out, pull out, pull out, daddy!â
not the side of you who doesnât listen, thrusting a load of cum deep inside his wet cunt.
ân-no, donâtâŚâ heâs sobbing now, beautiful tears staining the pillows, toned chest rising and falling rapidly as a soft panic settles in. âwhy didnâtâŚd-daddy pull outâŚâ
âbecause daddy wanted to breed you, pretty girl.â
hyunjinâs clit throbs against the skin of your cock. âyouâll knock me upâŚâ
âdoes that matter?â you ask. âi donât think thatâs enough to knock you up yet, pretty girl.â
he cries at that. you have to resist, hold the urge to reach down to kiss his cheek and wipe his tears away from his side. your cock is buried deep inside him and your hands push down on the peaks of his ass, holding him in place. he canât stop shaking from the overstimulation, his limit feeling too sensitive and abused at this point. itâs sore and the fact that youâre right up against it with a load filling him up isnât helping the constant stream of stimulation. he vibrates almost, making you grunt lowly, but he is as fragile as glass in this state.
âmommy,â he sobs quietly. âmommy, i want my mommyâŚdonât want daddy, c-canât take daddyâŚâ
you want to bite into the glass like hard candy and break it.
you hold hyunjinâs tummy, pressing down on the peak of his stomach where you can feel a firmness â itâs the head of your cock, right at hyunjinâs limit. the sensation leaves him jerking and shaking, your cum oozing out of his wet cunt in the process.
that angers you.
âdonât want to be bred? canât keep my cum inside, pretty?â
hyunjin shivers. his cunt clenches and attempts to keep the sticky white milk inside, but fails as his wetness gushes out. you strike him with a spank and then another. more cum oozes out of his pink pussy no matter how hard he clenches. his inner thighs are sticky from the amount of sin on them. your essence starts feeling warm and heavy deep inside his cunt, his tight and sore cunt failing to calm down as the need for release builds instinctively in his core. it hurts hyunjin, it makes him cry, and yet his body craves for your cum.
âyouâll never get your mommy,â you huff, âyouâre with daddy, whether you like it or not.â
hyunjin wants to cum again. he wants you to cum again. no matter which one you areâdaddy or mommy, at this point, he doesnât careâhe looks back at you after you give him a slightly concerned eyebrow raise in your intimidating glare.
âcolor, pretty?â
âg-green, daddy.â
his go signal is the one thing you needed to thrust right back into him again.
âiâll knock you up until i knock you out, hyunjin.â
he buries his head back into the pillows and relaxes his tightly-shut eyes. âd-donât stop, daddy.â
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â breed minho.
đˇď¸ sub!boypussy!minho, dom!male!reader. condom breaking (unprotected sex). creampie. breeding kink & pregnancy threats (as a kink).
playing it safe is always wise. the both of you trust each other with no shadow of a doubt that youâll have enjoyable and safe sex. the love that you shared would never falter, even in bed.
so, when something goes wrong, it doesnât turn out horribly for minho.
even putting the condom on your cock seemed to spur your boyfriend on, leaving his cunt soaking wet. perhaps it was the mere sight of your length or the fact that the rubber struggles to fit you every single time. you have to be the one to repeat âiâm fineâ every single time you put it on, because shit, the damn thing always looks like itâs suffocating your cock.
it doesnât take minho much to love you even through the rubber, though. he can still feel every inch of you inside him, feel how your veins pulse against his tight pussyâs walls. you two have always done it this way, safe and secure and deliciously sweet with the lovemaking. minho shies away just thinking about it, but he doesnât escape your reassuring kisses to ground him back into the action.
thrust. minhoâs body moves up with the bed as you push yourself down on his plush walls. thrust. your boyfriendâs eyes roll back as he lets out a pathetic, syrupy whine. thrust. your grunts sound like an angelâs song, a blessing to minho who always craves to listen to your voice since it simultaneously stimulates his ears and his poor little pussy. you thrust and thrust with no intention of stopping.
minho claws at your back, attempting to cage your hips in with his legs. he whines your name like a helpless mantra or a prayer, he isnât sure and he canât think. you thrust, you go faster, and minhoâs cries escalate in pitch.
snap.
âhuh?â
you stop your hips with a sudden pullout, examining the split condom on your swollen cock.
ân-no, put it backââ minhoâs protests are cut off by your concerned huff.
âit broke. iâll get a new one,â you suggest, before your boyfriendâs hands appear on your dick. he aligns it back to his pussy, not caring about the feeling of the ripped rubber on his hands.
âd-donât care.â he pants and thatâs when you notice how watery his eyes are. his pussy is extra wet, hole twitching with an ache to be filled by you again.
his orgasm is as ruined as the broken condom.
in reality, thereâs nothing more that he craves than to be bred. he shoots you a knowing gaze with a severely contrasting pout. itâs similar to the look he has when you put the condom on; heâs hungry, yes, but always yearning for what seemed to be more.
and now, heâs pleading to have you raw. you smirk, teasing the boy by ripping the condom fully off your stiff cock.
you craved this moment as much as he did.
âarenât you a hungry little boy?â your hips seem to move on their own, cock entering minhoâs cunt all in one swift push at your last syllable.
ây/n!â minho almost screams. god, heâs so warm, his juicy walls hitting your cock directly. the wetness makes you slide in so easily that you only grow harder, but the velvety soft and tight feeling engulfs you with a warm comfort.
you both moan and pull each other impossibly closer. minho kisses you first, practically forcing his mouth onto you. you canât help but smile into the kiss before pulling your hips back and slamming back in.
âi-itâs so good,â minho whimpers. âwant y/n toâŚâ
ââŚbreed you?â
he whines loudly at that. his hands are firmly cemented on your back, nails leaving catlike scratches on your skin. he wants you, all of you, from your raw cock down to your cum.
âlooks like someoneâs needy.â
you lift your upper body, straightening your back and holding minho by his thighs. he unfortunately canât cage you with his arms like this, leaving him cutely helpless. he attempts to hide his face at first before settling on clawing the sheets.
the thrusts that come after the readjusted position are unusually rough and fast. itâs ragged and you could do better but fuck, it feels too good to keep hitting minhoâs sweet spots. one of your hands snakes down to his pussy. your thumb finds his clit and presses down, sending a thunderstorm of shocks down minhoâs arched back.
it feels like hell for minhoâs pussy. you could hear sinful squelches of his insides being corrupted by you over and over. you fill him up and then you donât, your cock hitting past his sweet spot all up against his limit and it leaves minho wide-eyed in a cute shocked expression youâve never seen before. itâs hell but itâs heaven, his juices telling you that he wants you and more.
you donât know what overcomes you the second you open your mouth to speak.
âwant me to knock you up so bad?â
he nods. then he whines and drools and whips his head from side to side as he tries to contain himself from an impending orgasm. he wants to make sure that youâll be true to your word. âwanna get pregnant,â he cries out to you repeatedly.
heâs so fucking into it. he spills a bit of his cream right onto your cock, almost like heâs about to cum. heâs ready to breed. he wants to be bred. he yearns to be bred, especially by you.
itâs not much until a moment passes and youâre riled up yourself, going harder and faster as your thrusts alternate from bullet fast to whole. his cunt seems to cage you in, tightening even more, and the sensations of raw and unbothered touch leaves you both heaving, screaming, andâ
ây/n!â
you cum deep inside minhoâs pussy. minho creams on your cock.
you both still in place, groaning out your next breaths before pulling each other into a close hug and kiss.
exhausted, you almost collapse on top of minho, but your arms catch you. your boyfriend chuckles lightly but hums after. you look up at him and press a hand down on him abdomen, making him whine and feel the head of your cock pushing against his limit.
âliked that?â
minho smiles. âloved it. we should do that more often.â
he doesnât mind if youâll get him knocked up for sure. he trusts you. if he doesnât, thatâs fine too. you both laugh at the sight of the discarded remains of the broken condom in the trash.
at least heâs safe with you.
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â cold with changbin.
đˇď¸ gn!reader. fluff, suggestive. aftercare. established relationship. first time for changbin.
panting together in a slow, steadying rhythm, your chests pumped closely as changbin collapsed next to you on the bed. he held onto your naked body, skins glistening as if they were iridescent scales in the moonlight.
as inexperienced as he is with after-sex duties, he figured that your warmth would disappear with the blow of the wind. so, he reached down, grabbing your discarded shirt.
âbin?â you asked, âwhat are you doingââ
âare you cold?â he responded with another question.
you blinked. sure, it was getting cold. the breeze sifting through the glass of the slightly opened window, whisper leaving the curtains, coated your skin and his with goosebumps. you werenât too cold though.
ânot really, but iâd freeze if you stop cuddling me!â you joked.
changbin laughed yet awkwardly clung his hands to your shirt. he looked down on it, feeling the soft fabric in his hands as he bit his lip. your boyfriend was getting shy, smile curling downwards at the corners but you could see the blush on his cheeks peeking through the darkness of the evening.
âhonestlyâŚâ changbin gulped and choked slightly â he coughed to hide it. âi thought itâs normal to dress their partner up right after sex, soâŚâ
you couldnât help the smile creeping over your face.
even with his lack of experience, heâs subconsciously romantic and infinitely thoughtful. he figured that naked bodies would get colder as theyâre exposed to the elements, and he didnât like the idea of you freezing next to him. oblivious to his own body heat, he thought itâd only be polite and necessary to dress you up. in his head, you shouldnât go cold. not under his watch.
and you giggled at the idea, fully endeared.
âsilly bin,â you smiled while pinching his nose lightly. âthat makes a lot of sense, actually. i think people should dress their partners up after sex.â
âso they donât?â changbinâs eyes widened.
ânot sure, but in my experience, people justâŚsleep naked. next to each other.â you inched closer to him, holding his hands that delicately held your shirt. âkinda just like this.â
âbutâŚyouâll go cold. i donât want to make you shiver.â
you laugh again at him, ending your happiness with a huff, resting your head on his chest.
âiâm already warm like this. you keep me warm.â
changbinâs heart swelled and you could feel it. his heart pumped faster, the beat of it turning his skin into a personalized heater for you. he never thought of it that way, but he was grateful to learn something about himself and something about love.
and you learned something too. this is what itâs like to care about someone, this is what itâs like to be cared for by someone.
you wouldnât admit that youâre really getting cold though, but changbin could sense it in the way that you reach for the comforter below your bodies. he caught your hand, your shirt still in his fist, and he offered it wordlessly to you with a look.
before you could even fully reach for the shirt, he shook his head, holding it firmly.
âno, let me dress you.â
he kissed your lips before unfolding the fabric, being careful to align it with your body before pulling it down. gently and delicately, his motions were soft and smooth and pure of love. his hands ran down the hem of the fabric to make you feel neater and more comfortable. he kissed you again before reaching for your shorts.
âwill kisses keep you warm?â he asked with a tilt of his head.
you poked his bottom lip. âif itâs from you, yes.â
he dressed you fully this way. gave you love that made you warm on the outside and inside. he cared for you, still cares, and forever will.
you care for him too, and reached down for his own clothes. at first he waved his hands at you, signaling that he didnât need it, but you insisted in the same way that he did.
the whisper of the wind made the curtains blow but it felt like nothing to you both. slowly and surely, you traced changbinâs toned and soft body with feather touches as you pulled the short sleeve of his shirt on his arm. you ran your other hand down his abdomen, feeling the warm tummy that you love so much. it left him blushing all over, just as in love as you are.
as soon as you both finished dressing up, in shirts and shorts, you kissed one lastâtwo last, three last, four last, five lastâtimes. changbin giggled, so did you.
changbin found out that your warmth was never going to leave your body or his.
as he snuggled closer, as experienced as he is now, he held onto the flame of your heart and let it ignite his own. the two of you breathed, exhaling in each otherâs presence, drifting away to warm sleep.
#sub!skz#skz fluff#skz smut#sub!changbin#changbin fluff#đŹ z is writimg#filler that i wanted to post ^^
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Okay..fic idea..Changbin having a wet dream of an unknown person (Y/n) he wakes up to find them in a shop..and then the memory hits him so hard he loses focus and tries to avoid them but he cant
to say that i love this is an understatement.
đˇď¸ sub!changbin. dom!gn!reader. wet dreams. oral. slight hand kink.
heâs gone. whoeverâs squeezing his chubby little cock is doing him so good that he could almost pass out in his own dream.
and if he cums, he wakes up.
through blurry eyes, he could still make out your face: beautiful, he thinks, with pretty fingers wrapped around his girth and palms around his tip. the insatiable, mouth-drying head that youâre giving him almost makes him shout your name, but he doesnât know what it is, and somehow, he doesnât want to cum. he wants to know you before his consciousness washes over all the pleasure.
âs-slow down,â his voice slurs, âtoo muchâŚâ
your tongue leaves his tip with a slurp and he moans. âtoo much already?â
changbin nods furiously, not minding how much more lightheaded he gets at that. everythingâs slurring together, yet surrealistically, he feels everything as if youâre real. heâs painfully unaware that heâs dreaming, humping his comforter in real life with his shorts down, but in his head heâs getting ruined by a sickeningly sweet mouth.
drool slops down his short length as you continue to bob your head down on him. even with his size, it wasnât easy to take him all in considering how wide his cock is: it stretches your lips out but you donât let that hinder your action. you keep going, teeth pleasurably rubbing down his skin when you hit his base. his tip pulses at your throat, bot quite reaching the back, but you could swallow his cum like this.
actually, he almost cums, but you pull out to breathe before he could.
âi thought you wanted me to stop.â
âslow down, not stop,â he says with simple words, clearly too delirious to think.
âthen why donât you want to cum?â
he simply whines in response. his legs close a bit to tremble at the sides of your face. itâs a cute sight for you, seeing a burly man turn into a pillowy mess with only your hands and mouth.
and god did changbin grow obsessed with your hands and mouth. and your face. and everything about you. he canât keep his bleary eyes off your hands: nails distinctly groomed with a ring on your middle finger, mole on your wrist that compliments the skin of your mouth.
he stares at you. wishes he could say your name. itâs at the tip of his tongue, as if he knows it, as if he could scream it over and over while you continue your silent mission to give him messy and sloppy head. his precum drips along with your saliva and itâs on his curly pubic hair, it gets on your nose, changbinâs thighs are even coated in it: you donât stop, neither do you slow down.
he doesnât remember the next things well. he hears something blaring but he doesnât respond. he simply focuses on you, your hands and how your pretty nails wrap around him so nicely, how the mole and your lips move in fast unison on his cock. changbin canât even make out what heâs saying but he knows how stupid heâs getting.
you let him know through breathy laughs in between. you call him cute. heâll never forget your voice. your smile. your hands, your lips.
then you latch your mouth onto his balls. then your tongue licks a stripe up his ass.
the moans and whines and whimpers and cries that leave him drown out as you give him praises. âthere you go,â âhow adorable.â itâs borderline addictive as your hand pumps around him while your mouth sucks on his balls.
your hands and mouth go until he shoots a load out unexpectedly, cumming all over your face. but you donât stop, you donât slow down. you call him out to cum more, to shoot again on your tongue, and then a stripe of cum leaves his tip. he cums a third time, a fourth, a fifth, all in rapid succession as his cock fails to stop pulsing and shooting more.
his orgasm finally finished when he loudly screams your nameâ
beep. beep. beep. beep.
changbinâs eyes shoot awake, body trembling as it sits up instantly.
itâs 6 AM. he needs to go.
the morning is rough for him. like every other morning, itâs monotonous and hard â he canât help his hard cock, walking through his apartment with an erection that wouldnât go down.
after a breakfast that tastes like everything else, he goes on to brush his teeth. standing before him is himself in the mirror but itâs not what he sees.
all he recalls is you.
a visual of your hands â well-groomed nails, ring on your middle finger, mole on the wrist â creeping across his hips and down to his crotch make him feel hard again. the semi in his pants became a nuisance, so after he spits his toothpaste and mouthwash on the sink, he immediately reaches down.
âitâs not the same but it works,â he thinks aloud, as it fails to work. his own fingers, as stubby as his length, fail to reach the same
how the fuck is someone fictional so good at satisfying me?
changbinâs thoughts turn from frustration back into painful memory as he sees your face in his head. youâre stunning, he thinks again, as your image smiles from behind his reflection. then he blinks, and itâs all gone, and his frustrated cock simply stands.
he isnât sure how to go about his day like this. he wears his big jeans to hide it at the very least, but the material on his crotch only ever really feels like hell for him. he goes to work like this, unable to take his mind off of you.
on his drive to work, he takes a detour to buy an extra file holder and a few other supplies. it pains him even more to be out for an even more extended period of time. he grumbles as he parks, staring down at his crotch as his car shuts. he could scold it if he wasnât walking out in public.
so he enters the store with furrowed brows, eyeing his supplies until he bumps into an item. pissed, he reaches down to grab it and put it back, before a hand with well-groomed nails, a ring on the middle finger, and a mole on its wrist grabs it for him.
âthere you go,â a smile beams before changbin.
itâs you.
âthank you,â he blurts out with puppy eyes and a pale face. what are the chances?
heâs antsy. he doesnât want to leave. he doesnât care if heâs straining ever so painfully against his own pants. you donât notice, you just look back at him.
âno worries.â
you simply walk back to pick up another thing from the same aisle.
and so changbinâs stuck. thereâs something alluring about you, the ideal person that he dreamed up with the exact same hands and gorgeous face that heâs thought of for the third time around. but he cannot mentally stand sparing you a glance or a thought, lest he explodes.
cruicially, he doesnât want to leave without knowing your name.
lining up at the counter, youâre behind him and he feels your presence fully. your scent, your shadow cast on his, your hands grasping the shopping basket by your side thatâs dangerously close to his own. he is scared at this point, so scared of turning your way or having you inch closer to the point he might feel your breath on his neck. it all takes him back to the sloppy blowjob, the feeling of your hands satisfying and overstimulating his pathetic cock.
he wants to make small talk with you. he wants to ask you who you are. that youâve been in his dreams. that you made him cum. that your lips are heaven and your hands are hell. but he cannot. he shies away from your view but fails, turns bak to see you looking straight at him before turning your eyes away with a smirk.
you check out at two separate counters. you walk out the door, but changbin holds it for you on your way out.
âthank you,â you smile.
ân-no worries,â he stutters back.
how does he ask for your name? he sweats but you could sense it. your smile grows and a laugh, the same breath that he remembers exhaling right onto his skin and leaving goosebumps at his wake.
âhow adorable. iâm y/n, whatâs your name?â
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Imagine this: Changbin hiding the fact he tried to masturbate thinking his lover was out for too long..forgot to take out the vibrator in him and he tries to lie while holding back the noises..the whole night it's in him moving around and he keeps holding back..but when they are about to sleep his lover asks him if he's hiding anything..this has been in my head and it turns me on
anon. oh my god.
đˇď¸ sub!changbin. dom!gn!reader. established relationship. sex toys.
itâs so good. way too good to stop. changbin keeps the vibrator inside him while he fists his cock for what seems like forever.
he wishes that the vibrator was being controlled by you, so he recreates your cruelty â and sweetness â by hiding the remote under his pillow while he uses yours between his legs.
but before he could hump the pillow, hell seeps through the crack between the door frame once changbin realizes youâre at the door.
knock, knock, knock.
âbinnie, iâm back,â you yawn, stretching your arm as you swing the door open.
oh fucking shit.
changbin isnât quick enough despite your slow movements. he pulls up his shorts but forgets to turn the vibrator off, so he simply clamps his legs shut with your pillow instead. he looks all sorts of weird, face fully flushed and sweaty, his body covering more than half the bed, curly hair tousled although he hasnât slept, face shocked as if he didnât expect you home â though he should have, itâs just that he didnât check the time.
so much for jerking off. rather, so much for thinking about you.
âhowâve you been?â you tilt your head, curious at your suspiciously flushed boyfriend.
thank god that the vibrator that you got for changbin is silent, but why did it have to be so strong? changbin
âi justâŚworked out a bit,â he huffs, âuhh, did some cooling down exercises here.â
âdidnât you just come from the gym?â
âi did! andâŚi was bored, so i did jumping jacksâŚâ changbin cuts you off a little too excitedly.
thereâs a star in changbinâs eye when he winks at you as a distraction from the fact that the little toy is fucking him on the highest setting. he struggles not to whine, so he coughs a bit after shooting you a reassuring smile.
youâre not really buying it though, but nothing shows on your face. he mistakes it for the coast being clear. he kind of hopes youâd briefly get out of the room, though.
âoh well. i also have some unfinished work.â you sit down on the edge of the bed beside his legs, reaching for your laptop from your bag. âmind if i just finish this?â
he minds. a lot.
firstly, you look way too hot. youâre just in everyday semiformal, but thatâs the exact type of clothing changbin imagined you in while he was abusing his cock earlier. secondly, youâre right there and way too close. it makes the butterflies pool in his stomach, but the butterflies fly in tornadoes until they burst into flames. he figures itâs from both from the close proximity and from the sickeningly unforgiving vibrator.
and thirdly, the said vibrator found its way through changbinâs sweet spot, giving him a full body shiver. you could feel him quivering through the comforters.
âis my binnie okay?â
âiâm f-fine. just tired.â
you silently question whether muscle spasms can cause vibrations as big as that. they could, but not like that. in fact, he shakes eerily similar to the time you tried that vibrator for the first time.
he was a screaming mess. his ass was moving on its own, in the air and quivering from the sensations inside him. he kept begging for you, unclear with what he desired specifically, but you knew that he just wanted you. all of you. he wanted more of what you were doing, whining your name with no aim of a demand, drooling onto the bedsheets while his fists grabbed helplessly onto the pillows as you put the vibrator into the highest setting for seconds on end, making him cum.
itâs too bad he canât do any of that now.
so he stares. he stares at you and what youâre working on while awkwardly trying to shift positions on the bed. he tries helplessly to stop the vibrator from hitting the spot that gets him cumming the hardest, but it only goes further in. his walls clench and tighten around the toy while he watches your fingers. he catches your reflection in the laptop screen.
heâs so fucked, literally and figuratively.
you look back at your pitiful boyfriend.
the poor pillow between changbinâs thighs and the vibrator is suspiciously wrinkled, but you think nothing of it as your boyfriend shifts his position slightly again. you think heâs just acting naturally cute like this, thighs squeezed against the fabric while the curvature of his ass peeks from behind his hips.
it looks delicious. so plump that not even the facade of his body can cover it. it looks especially full, and you know this even if youâre unaware that itâs literally filled.
you canât help the urge, and so you slap changbinâs ass.
what a fucking mistake.
the boyâs eyes widen as he successfully bites back a supposedly loud whine. thatâs what he thinks, as a little whimper betrays his lips in the process.
but you try to think nothing of it, smirking at him instead.
âso cute,â you coo.
if only he could run to the bathroom without cumming in his shorts. everything affects him to such a high degree that heâs red, warm to the touch, and sweating buckets. he merely digs his head into his pillow and clenches his ass instinctively, hopelessly looped back into the never-ending cycle of suffering that he got himself into.
then you get up from your spot. you slam the laptop down and stretch, putting the device lazily on the bedside table without a second thought. you toss your accessories off and simply stretch your back until it hits the bed, lying down beside changbin.
shit, shit, shit.
âi had a long day,â you start. âcan we cuddle?â
âah, uhm, sure, b-but iâmâŚa little sweaty and sore, yeah.â changbin fails to keep his cool.
âbut we always hug even if youâre sweaty and sore.â you pout and squeeze his bicep. âwe even fuck like that.â
god, if you donât stop talking to him like this.
changbin lets out a small whine, attempting to hide his face in the pillow again. thatâs when your suspicion ticks. you could feel a strong vibration against the bed and youâre not sure if itâs your boyfriend or your overheating laptop by the bedside table.
âare you sick?â
ânoâŚâ
âthen whatâs up?â
he looks away and thatâs when you notice how watery his eyes are. his face is fully flushed, his ears are red. sweat gets his bangs sticking to his forehead. he looks like heâs quite literally heated up.
and he is. the vibrations of the machine inside his ass heats him up, which doesnât help his already warming walls. his plush ass keeps it in and the more he involuntarily clenches, the more that he feels it whirring and hitting his insides. it almost hurts but itâs so good, and youâve been at this for so long but he canât blame you.
he wants to just admit it.
âare you hiding something?â
but he canât.
ân-noâŚâ
âbinnie, youâre stuttering. you donât look okay. is anything bothering you?â
he could cry. from the pain, from the pleasure, from the fact that you care so much about him that his heart swells as much as his sweet spot is swelling at this point. he canât help this insane amount of love but fuck, if he could just turn it off.
but a part of him doesnât want to.
and when you find out, you donât either.
you yank your pillow out of changbinâs thighs and the vibrator slips out from the force.
youâve been thinking about it since earlier: your pillow was sitting between his legs for seemingly no reason. though, you know him better than he does, and you know thatâs a sign that heâs horny. he always masturbates with your pillow between his legs. you could only guess why, but your intuition serves you right as changbin stares in horror at the vibrator whirring outside of him.
for some reason, the emptiness of his ass hurts, but your reassuring smile cuts through it as he stares at your face.
âif you wanted me to help, you shouldâve asked, binnie.â
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đˇď¸ semi-public (locker rooms), sub ! boypussy ! cheerleader ! jisung
POOKIE ANON??;?:?2âźď¸âď¸
firstly im so sorry for your phone and your bumass laptop i hope that damn bird realizes how distraught i am to not see the usual eyestrainâŚWAHHH either way though i would like to indulge in these thoughts because i have a lot of Feelingsâ˘ď¸ about the picture you painted of lil pathetic cheerleader sungie
so i wrote something quick based on ur thoughts:
thereâs just a lot to enjoy about the cheerleader. he always does so well and you think heâs one of the most hardworking, flexible ones in the team. he always perks up at your call, follows your commands, and goes beyond what heâs told.
âyes, captain!â he always says.
thatâs why itâs no surprise when heâs bent over the lockers, ass daintily peeking out of his miniskirt, following your commands, and going beyond his breaking point.
or at least it wouldnât be no surprise, if there wasnât vibrator on his pretty little clit.
you inch closer and he shivers from the vibrations as well as innate fear.
âoh. playing during game time?â
heâs like prey in headlights. the poor flyer, whose panties were always exposed over your strict captain eyes, finally revealing all of himself to you.
âand why would you be playing by yourself?â
jisung is at a loss for words. he simply tries to hide the toy by rubbing his legs together, but he knows itâs futile; youâve seen it. youâve seen his wet panties, maybe youâve noticed it trying not to drip down to your face during practice.
maybe he was thinking of you then.
you walk closer and separate his legs with one hand, your body so impossibly close to his that he feels so much smaller â he complies with your hand with only minor hesitance. at this point, he realizes that thereâs no turning back.
you press the vibrator onto his cunt and it audibly whirrs, the poor boy shaking and panting.
âto play, you need teams.â you press the vibrator further onto his clit. âyou need support.â it slides down, but it doesnât seem to be on accident.
âyou need a leader.â
you push the vibrator inside his cunt and jisung cries the loudest heâs ever been.
âa-ah! captain! not thereâŚâ
he bucks his legs by the knees and his head spins. he holds onto your hands for support and, as he gushes a significant amount of essence, he moans out your name by accident.
jisung never refers to you by your name out of respect even if he knows it. perhaps he moans it in the hopes that youâll fuck him like this?
he soaks your hand in his wetness even through his pretty panties, apologizing slightly even if it doesnât seem to stop.
you tug on the side of his underwear with your other hand. âji. let me see that pretty cunt of yours.â
he looks up. jisung? you call âjiâ that to tease him, as you do with nicknames of your other teammates, but you say his actual name with a cadence that he could only hear in his wet dreams.
ây-yes, captainâŚâ
you laugh. you have to, heâs just too adorable.
you skillfully push his panties inside with one hand while the other keeps the vibrator in his cunt, deepening it and listening to the whirrs intensify as it hits his tight and deep walls.
jisungâs eyes roll back and his head hits the locker behind him but he doesnât care; heâs losing himself to the pleasure bit by bit. he moans your name again and bites his lip after, but you peck his upper lip slightly.
it sends him to a blissful place, and you can tell by the way he squirts out a little trickle of clear cum from his pussy.
ây/nâi, captain, fuckâcanât think straight,â jisung moans. rolling his hips into your hand, his body begs to hit the climax and simply release.
âoh baby jisung, call me whatever you like.â
but you want to delay it just a bit.
you kiss him again, this time itâs proper and deeper. your lips touch his plump ones with a fluffy bounce and it feels like heaven on your mouth. it doesnât take long before you snake your tongue across his lower lip, making contact with his shy one, and it feels so good that heâ
he doesnât cum, because you stop kissing him, and he whines.
âiâm not that easy baby.â
jisung doesnât pout, but his eyes beg instead. itâs a heavenly sight and you wish that he looks at you like this forever â which he does, because it never seems to leave as you tease him relentlessly with your hands. thumb rubbing his clit, fingers pushing his vibrator.
eventually his legs shake and heâs severely out of balance, but that doesnât stop you from dropping your head down to his crotch.
âah-ah, how about you keep your leg up like a good boy? remember practice?â
so he lifts his leg above his head, fully exposing his juicy pussy to you.
as if itâs hell sent from heaven, you eat him out while heâs stuck in this position.
the vibrator never stops whirring. your tongue is flicking his clit in critically hurried circular motions. then your lips lock in to suck his clit and it sends jisung over the edge. his walls are being used to the point heâs almost exhausted from pain, fatigue, exhaustion, pleasure, ecstasy.
heâs getting sore from the pleasure and the cuteness is killing you both.
âcaptain, i need to cum! please! p-please let me cum!â
your mouth leaves his clit with a pop. âoh, and why should i make you cum?â
âplease! iâve been a good boy! please c-captain!â
well, he has. he perks up at your call. follows your every command. goes beyond what heâs told, still keeping his leg up even if heâs about to drop at any moment.
âgo,â you let him cum.
he creams all over your fingers and squirts all over your hands and face. his juices are sweet and savory. jisungâs entire body trembles before falling into your arms. youâre careful to not let him drop to the floor even if heâs beyond exhausted.
he makes a mess, your uniforms are ruined, the locker room smells like sex, and youâre both horribly late.
but heâs a good boy to his captain, and thatâs what matters to you.
i love you pookie anon maybe ill make something special for u bc i love u and these thoughts very dearly
(cc: @meivida look how much everyone enjoys your boypussy sung prompt everyone say thank you mei for telling me to make jisung boypussy in the first place)
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sub!model!felix x dom!makeup artist!reader
Thereâs a new lipstick that claims to be make-out-proof. You, with your makeup expertise, naturally decide to test it on your model boyfriend, Felix: except heâs the one that gets to wear it.Â
đˇ gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics), smut, fluff, some humor, established relationship, porn with barely any plot.Â
đˇ petnames âmommyâ and âbaby girl,â unprotected sex, feminization kink, slight oral and hand fixation, marking, butt plug (felix using), thigh riding, fingering (felix receiving), overstimulation, male squirting, lots of teasing, voyeurism mention, no specifics about y/nâs physique.Â
w/c: 8.8k
a/n: happy (hopefully not late) valentineâs day! to celebrate, i finally present to you the long overdue felix-gets-fucked fic! based on my thought piece, this concept has been on my mind ever since. i kept rewriting this fic but i drew the header art so fast LMAO icb i finished it!! otherwise, enjoy!
18+ only. minors do not interact.
On slow days, you would often find yourself bored in the makeup store. Your boyfriend, Lee Felix, would probably be just as bored, sitting in the chair of his set. Your notifications were as empty as the barren shop.
After two aimless scrolls down your Instagram feed, you realized that you hadnât posted anything recently and hadnât texted Felix that day.
The afternoon sun brought in waves of humid air throughout the city, setting everyone back from a trip around the shops. You peered over at the conversation with your boyfriend as you thought about ways to kill time.
It wasnât uncommon to go for a while without contacting each other. It had been years since you two became official, after all, and comfortable silence had become a given that you both simply indulged in. That didnât take your mind off of the boredom, though, and your fingers itched to do something. They found Felixâs contact on your phone, bedazzled with an embarrassing nickname and profile picture.Â
It stung to think that if you werenât looking at his endearing profile, you would instead settle for some sort of creeping guilt of not posting anything on your social media page after a while. Either way, you shot him a message.
you: lix, wya?
you: im bored as hell
Considering Felixâs work as a professional model, he would probably reply in less than ten minutes. You thought to turn your phone off and play with the freshly-cleaned makeup brushes on the makeup storeâs vanity counter while waiting.
But this is Lee Felix, the sunshine of your days, and you didnât have to wait any longer than two seconds.
lixie: Am at the shoot I told u about
lixie: Bored too tbh LOL
Even if he typed in a silly way, you couldnât help but love him.
Heâd always been your go-to person to unwind and be yourself around. Starting as best friends gave you both a jumpstart to be comfortable around the other. People would say it worked a little too well especially since you two had become the most seriously unserious couple in the creative industry.
That fact made him understand you more than anyone else: you were both creatives. Your heart belonged to the artistic liberties of makeup and beauty, while his heart belonged to the ethereal realm of modeling and fashion. Your two hearts found each other, which was almost perfect for the adjacent businesses. He collaborated with you on makeup challenges. You came to his sets as his âpreferred makeup artist.â He understood you whenever you ranted about stupid trends and declining engagement in your channels.
With that, could tell him about your uneventful day and equally uneventful social media pages, but you refrained from complaining more than dropping a passing mention.
you: idrk what to do there are no customers
you: and i havent posted anything new
you: but its not like theres much to do
lixie: Well youâre the genius one here!
lixie: Got art block or something?
The prompt response caught you off guard. Almost as if you have forgotten, this was Felix, and he always sensed whenever something was wrong.
As if he had some sort of radar or emotion detector, he always just knew how you were. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had always been in the proximity of your face, observing your concentration as you put eyeliner on him before shooting. Maybe that connection stuck with him after years of being together, and it had remained strong to the point that he could feel it from miles away, staring emptily into the face of some other random MUA.Â
Alas, you found yourself overthinking again. You would rather overthink about your relationship than your semi-abandoned creative efforts, though.
you: well i guess you can call it that. im just conscious since i havent really posted
you: idk what to do next. ive done everything
lixie: How about, âBoyfriend does my makeup drunk editionâ? :D
you: boring !
lixie: âMakeup tut but bf does my voiceoverâ? :D
you: just because it got views doesnt mean its worth doing a fifth time >:((
lixie: Iâm kidding LOLÂ
The scowl on your face reflected on the mirror sitting in front of you. You knew that if only Felix saw it right now, he would have lost his mind trying to turn it upside down.
You were right though. You two did everything.
My boyfriend does my makeup? Done, and he did an okay job at it. âThe boy beatâ makeup tutorial featuring Felix? Damn right he did. Boyfriend does my voiceover? It was so good that you guys did it four times and everyone fell in love with the deep timbre of his voice contrasted with his surprising amount of knowledge. Even if it was easy to collaborate with him, it was hard to create something new and unique. On the contrary, your audience fell in love with you two. Itâs nice to watch a model and a stylist practice their art together.
Lost for ideas, you decided just to tease him instead.
lixie: So? No ideas in that pretty head?
you: i got one thing in mind
lixie: And what might that be?
you: having you here
you: in my arms
you: to kiss up and call pretty :>
It was a thing that you usually did since you loved how he always reacted so pricelessly. He didnât disappoint with his response, the notifications popping up not even half a minute after your last message.
lixie: HNDNSABNNDJS
lixie: Donât tease me unprompted!!
lixie: ;__;
Youâre so grateful that heâs always up to play with you.
You thought deeply â too deeply for a situation like this â and scanned the store shelves and storage room for ideas.
You wondered what he would be up to right now.
Felix was stunned.
Done-up in the most expensive face and hairstyle heâs rocked to date, adorned with an unbuttoned suit jacket that one could only dream to wear, he was supposed to look like the stunner. His pecs were only barely hidden and the midsection of his upper body was almost entirely exposed.
Instead, he was the speechless one. He wasnât shocked by the cold air seeping through his revealing outfit, but his hair raised at your messages.
Your teasing usually should not affect him this much, but today, it was something different. The whole day, all he could think about was you. His mind went to your first meeting. Earlier, he got deja vu as one of the stylists applied lipstick on him. It felt familiar, the feeling of a senior stylistâs hand resting on his face as a brush glided along the perimeter of his mouth. All it lacked was the stunning view of your face in particular. It reminded him of the first time you ever laid eyes on him, and it was to check on his eyeshadow. You stared at each other for too long, exchanged numbers after the shoot, and the rest was history.
He was pissed, to say the least, that you werenât the assigned stylist for the shoot this time. Nothing could ever compare to the focused look you gave him as you fixed the corners of his mouth with the smooth swipe of your pinky finger.
He craved that touch again.
âYo,â a dragged-out sigh whisked through the air. âYouâll catch a fly in your mouth if you keep that jaw open.â
Felix looked up from his phone to find Hyunjin, his best friend and one of the junior photographers on set, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. He had his bleached blond hair half-up, tied messily to complete his so-called âintern look.â Most of the senior directors and photographers on set confused him for a model.
âAm I interrupting some kinda internal monologue sesh?â Hyunjin smiled, leaning behind Felixâs chair, raising a brow at him through the reflection.Â
âNo, I justââ
âHeâs thinking about Y/N again.â Jeongin, their other best friend, popped from behind the vanity, carrying Hyunjinâs abandoned camera.Â
The two were interns at the studio. Both were very bored art students looking for a job to pass the time by. Jeongin was there to work as a personal assistant and was mistaken for a stylist considering his fashion sense. His behavior around set proved otherwise, though, since he spent the entire day prodding at everyoneâs business.
Felix was no exception as a victim.
âImagine flirting online,â Hyunjin chuckled while reaching for the camera. Jeongin handed it out to him, only to swing his arm back, teasing the older.
Jeongin dismissed the frown on Hyunjinâs face and fiddled with the camera. âYeah, cut your significant other some slack, they must be busy at the store or something,â he added.
âNah, they arenât.â
Hyunjin snagged the camera back. âEditing a Youtube video?â
âThatâs exactly why they messaged me. They asked for ideas for a new video.â Felix sat back and redirected his eyes back to the conversation on his phone. The other two slowly turned their heads to each other.
âWow! Did you hear that, Innie? They messaged him!â Hyunjin yelped.
âLix didnât message first? Unheard of!â Jeongin gasped.
âCut it out, overdramatic cunts.â The accent made the last word roll off Felixâs tongue in a heavy and aggressive accent. âI want to help them this once. Shoo. Leave me be.â
âOh, why are you getting all worked up, man?â The younger placed his hands on Felixâs shoulders and wiggled them.
Actually â why was he getting all worked up? Everything seemed off: he wasnât the type to get annoyed easily like that.
He would have defended himself, but he thought it over. Not only had he been unusually sentimental while getting ready, but even as the day started, he was already rolling off to a rough start. He barely got out of bed, reaching out to you from the side and asking for longer morning cuddles specifically from you. He had been so clingy all day that the silence and afternoon heat killed him from looking forward to anything else but you.
A discussion brewed between the menaces as Felix thought about it. âInnie, you know, he couldnât even hit the poses right. The director felt bad because our bro didnât seem into it.â
Felixâs cheeks flushed upon hearing that. âNo way, Hyune,â the other replied.
Oh god, Felix thought.
He swatted embarrassing thoughts away from his head to not get teased any further by his own friends. His thoughts â and something else â were hindering him from doing anything physically. The poor boy couldnât even shift in his seat from embarrassment. Itâs not that he didnât want to physically fidget, he just couldnât. His entire body froze, but he also just could not move by any means. It would be uncomfortable for him, and it wasnât just because the clothes restricted him.
Something underneath his clothes would shift too and pierce his body with shockwaves. Before that could, though, his phone vibrated before he did.
you: babe!
you: had a breakthrough so big i said eureka out loud in the store
[you sent a photo]
Felix immediately opened the notifications and observed the sent messages. He opened the photo even before it loaded. When it did, he nearly melted in his seat.
You supposedly sent him a picture of a product that you found. By the looks of it, you probably thought of doing a product review of it, but that wasnât the first impression he got from the picture. The first thing he saw was your face, winking with a toothy grin, your beautiful hand holding the product up next to your cheek.
God, you were all sorts of stunning to him.
lixie: OMHJYGOD YOUre so pretty
you: dont look at me, silly!
you: look at this lipstick. its so funny
For a moment, he didnât listen. His eyes were still fixated on everything from your expression, to your features, to the nails that you just got done holding up the product. As if he had gone stupid, he had to blink and shake his head before formulating a reply that made sense.
lixie: LMFAOOOO THE NAME
you: its not the name baby
lixie: WHAT SHADE COLOR IS THAT LMAOOOÂ
you: the shade looks fine, look at the label!
lixie: Whatâs it say
you: the label claims its make-out proof
lixie: ??!!! LOL
Of course, he didnât make any sort of sense whatsoever. His two friends watched him frantically type away, barely being able to process anything from the mere sight of you.
âBroâs deluded,â Jeongin whispered.
âBroâs fucking horny,â Hyunjin commented, squinting at his friend.
you: you sound so funny baby
you: anyway i was thinking i should review it
you: but can you join me? i wanna try something
It felt like something broke inside of him. A shot of excitement ran through his system, hitting down until his core â oh shit that hurt.
He tried to twist his lower half again, fidgeting in his seat, but it grew harder for him to do so. With tears in his eyes, he jolted up, attempting to focus on the conversation.
lixie: Sure, what do you want me to do?
lixie: Wonât you just do an application and wear test thing?
you: mmm i guess u can say that
you: but im making it a lil different
lixie: How so?
The intrigue bit his tongue and Felix attempted to swallow it. The staff around him were wrapping up the shoot, pushing equipment back in their places, and some started to leave as soon as the director announced the last âcut.â He, however, was glued to the vanity chair, shaking in anticipation.
you: im gonna put it on you baby <3
Felixâs eyes widened.
It didnât matter how many times you placed makeup on him, nor did it matter how many times he joined you in your antics. There were too many things going on in his head that toyed with his thought process and everything that came with it. He didnât exactly know why, but a knot formed in his stomach. He grew nervous and just knew that you were up to something sinister.
lixie: But how are we gonna do the wear test? I already got my face done and half the day has passed, Iâm even done w my part of the shoot
you: you dont get it ???
lixie: I donât get it!!
you: ill put it on you when you get here. and were not just testing how long it wears regularly, were testing what the label says
you: ill be there in 10mins love you baby
He sat back, looked up from his phone, and his gaze zeroed in on his reflection, attempting to focus on the thought. How would you conduct a different kind of wear test? In terms of makeup, a wear test would simply be to spend a full day with the product on and to see if it still holds its place at the end of it. It had already been well past afternoon by that time and it wasnât like there were many other things to do that could budge the lipstick aside from dinner. He always trusted your genius, but he knew that there was more to this.
Felix blinked, once, twice, and then stared.
Were youâŚgoing to test if it was really make-out proof?
The world around him seemed to dim â it did, since the studio lights were turning off and the senior stylists urged Jeongin to wake the model up from his short-circuiting brain to change out of the clothes.
That is if Felix could still respond before the horniness consumed him.
lixie: Wait
lixie: Donât tell me
lixie: DONâT TELL ME
lixie: Youâll test it by putting it on me
lixie: AND THEN MAKE OUT WITH ME??????
[Read 2:50 PM]
lixie: Y/N!!! Answer me!!!
[Delivered, unread 2:51 PM]
The cogs in his head accelerated before banging to a full stop, clinks and clanks ringing through his ears at his very slow realization.
âCongrats, smartypants, you figured it out.â Hyunjin scoffed from behind him.
âDudeâwait, hey! Have you been watching me the whole time?!â
âYou should be more secretive,â Jeongin giggled. âGet those privacy screen protectors or something. Now we know what poor Y/N has to deal with every day.â
âAnd stop getting your thoughts tangled in horny next time you text,â Hyunjin elbowed the poor model boy, fiddling with his camera as if nothing happened. âDonât worry. Your secrets and online PDA are safe with us.âÂ
Felixâs face was washed without color. His jaw hung open both at his friendsâ antics and your devilish plans.
âIâm looking forward to that review,â Jeongin added before walking away, teasingly pushing Felixâs shoulder on the way out. âNot that Iâll use it or anything.â
The two friends left the set side-eyeing and giggling at Felix.
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It wasnât long before you pulled up to the studio to pick your boyfriend up.
âHi, darling.â Felixâs greeting and nervous smile lit up the quiet air and darkness of your car. He got in the passenger seat and immediately leaned in to kiss your cheek.
He was trembling.Â
You had to laugh. âHey, babe. Whatâs got you shaken up?â
âLong day.â
âThatâs it?â You raised an eyebrow.
âLong because of you,â he said, scrunching his nose. âKept teasing me.â
âAw, donât sulk, silly.â You cooed at him, âSave the pout for later, baby. Weâre going home.â
Maybe it was the combination of inhaling your expensive signature scent and hearing the sound of your voice again that made him tingle all over. Maybe it had to do with the curling corners of your mouth that gave Felix all the information he needed in the world. Maybe it was the fact that you held the back of his seat as the car reversed, and the action looked undeniably sexy.Â
Felix lifted a leg to cross over the other, but it only ever made him look more uncomfortable throughout the entire car ride home. Though concerned, you didnât point it out, and instead continued to drive.
His chest was heaving and he internally scolded himself for acting like a bitch in heat.
The both of you arrived home sooner than expected.
The tunes that you played earlier in the car ride home stuck in Felixâs head. He wondered if the song choice of a sultry voice singing about âwants and needsâ was deliberate. It was your playlist, and if you intended to include subliminal messaging, then it worked like a charm on him.
He had been worked out to the point he couldnât face you. The moment he laid eyes on you again in your apartmentâs living room, he shied away almost immediately.
You caught his averting gaze, though, and disallowed him from living it down. âIs there something on my face, baby?â
Baby. He could spend a lifetime just listening to you calling him that name. The way it sounded so natural coming from you made him melt.Â
He also could not stop staring at your lips. You always wore a certain gloss no matter the occasion. Even if it was your signature, Felix couldnât help but stare, and it didnât make his situation any better. In fact, it got worse, and it felt like the straining in his pants could explode.
âMm, âs nothing, Y/N.â
âYou sure?â You prodded. âYour friends kept waving at me and they looked back at you earlier.â
âAh, please donât mind them.â He scoffed. âThey were being cheeky cunts.â
âThatâs a funny way to put it.â
âAnyway, how are we gonna do th-theâŚuh, the thingâŚ?â Felix stammered, playing with his fingers instead of looking you in the eye.
âOh, glad you mentioned it!â You hurriedly grabbed the three tiny boxes in your bag. âI got a bit excited over it. Look at this!â
There was nothing too remarkable about the boxes. They looked like basic products, but the huge bolded font on the product labels caught his eye. âItâs more of a stain or something. The label says it can survive five consecutive make-out sessions before a singular budge.â
âItâsâŚinteresting, yeah.â Felix blinked. You chuckled, nodding at his reasonable reaction. âSoâŚy-youâll put that on me.â
âYep.â
âAnd then we kiss.â
âMake-out,â you corrected. Your voice was clear and slightly stern, but the smile that formed on your face sent him in shivers.
The familiarity in your features contrasted with whatever stunts you were going to pull on him sent his head into a haze.
âAnything wrong with it?â
âNo,â he shook his head.
âLix, baby, just be clear with me.â You inched closer to him, bringing your hands to his plump freckle-spotted cheeks. âYou donât mind that Iâll record this and post it?â
âOf course, I donât mind. I justâŚâ Felix sighed.
ââŚJust curious, what are you planning to show in the video?â
âIâm gonna show the application, Iâll start by putting it on you.â
The heat rushed to Felixâs face as numerous thoughts clouded his mind as he visualized everything in his mind.
âWeâre gonna kiss for a brief moment in the video, probably make out and doâŚwhatever,â you winked shyly. âItâs only gonna be brief. Gotta keep it within community guidelines.â
One of your hands made its way down to his hip. You pulled him closer. His Adamâs apple bobbed in his throat from gulping back an otherwise embarrassing sound.
You had to wonder if he was hiding anything causing him discomfort there.
âYouâre sure youâre okay?â
Felix bit his lip. âA hundred percent sure.â
âIf you donât wantââ
âI wantâŚit,â he whispered under his breath. âI want you.â
He flashed a weak smile. He was incredibly excited, but he was losing composure and he didnât exactly know why.
He was about to melt in your hands but you held him up and adjusted your set-up for the video with an equally beautiful smile.
â
Three, two, one, action.
The camera rolled and you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline surge through you. Impressively, you thought you would have lost your spark at content creation, but posing in front of the ring light felt refreshing.
âItâs been a long time coming yâall,â you waved, âbut Iâm back! And guess who Iâm with!â
Felix stared at the camera for a moment, his eyes flicking back to you for a split second. It was his cue to wave as well.
âAh, hi, everyone!â
âStill handsome and meek as always,â you teased. âHe still has a bit of makeup on since he came from a shoot.â
Your hand ran down the side of his neck. You felt the goosebumps rise from his skin.
âAnyway, today Iâll be starting a series of videos covering weird products and their weird claims. Weâre starting strong with this funky new liquid lipstick fromâŚB.Me Cosmetics.â
Taking the tube out of its package, you examined it and showed it to the phone camera. You swatched a shade on the back of your hand. Differing from a bullet lip, it had a liquid formula that boasted a unique, pseudo-gloss satin finish.Â
âIt claims to be smudge-proof, make-out-proof, everything-proof. Can last five rounds of kissinâ and smoochinâ I assume.â You said many things that Felix didnât even dare to process.
Felix simply watched your hands delicately hold the product. His gaze was fixated on your nails, fingers, and everything about you that wasnât the lipstick.
âBut oh no no, Iâm not testing it on myself. Well, kinda, but Lixie over here is gonna be my test subject.â You swung an arm over Felix, dragging him down to the height of the phone, showing everyone his nervous yet precious face. He eyed up at you with what seemed to be hearts in his pupils.
âLetâs first see how this goes on, hmm?â
You walked a bit away to grab two chairs: one was velvety and comfortable, while the other was taller and had regular cushions. The first was the same chair your clients usually sat on, and the second was your working chair. You urged him to sit down, patting the seat as a signal.
The moment he sat down, Felix started trembling. His knees looked like they were about to give in and his thighs took a moment to settle onto the velvet.
âEverything alright?â You whispered.
He wordlessly nodded back at you. Unknown to you, though, he bit back a noise. He didnât mind the sharp pulsing pain when he finally got the courage to look up fully, of course with the guidance of your thumb and index finger propping up his chin.
It felt like handling a little kitten in your hands.
âWhich shade, which shadeâŚâ You took the other bottles out of the bold box packaging and waved them out in front of Felixâs lips. It either would have been a rosy nude color, a deep red, or a bright cherry pinkish-red.
You tapped the tube of the last color against your boyfriendâs bottom lip, watching his cheeks pout slightly at the action. You quietly settled on the cherry color, to Felixâs apparent delight.
âWould you look at that?â You cupped his face with one hand, holding the lipstick on your free one. You faced him towards the camera, relishing in the sight of his cheeks puffing up in your palm. âCall me biased or whatever, but his lips are some of the prettiest Iâd ever seen.â
Before he could indulge in the praise though, you urged him to open his mouth. He didnât prepare for any of this and not your next course of action.
You slotted the bottle in between Felixâs teeth and kept it in place even after unscrewing the applicator off. He bit slightly and carefully to keep the bottle in place without damaging it. If he were a nervous wreck then, he became overly anxious now. You, however, in full focus, took the applicator of the liquid lipstick and slid it along his top lip. The cold sensation of the new foreign product on his mouth made him squirm slightly, though you held him firmly in place with your hand.
âSo fitting that his lips are shaped like a heart. Heâs so kissable.â You smooched the air while cleaning up the perimeter of his lips, teasing him.
Wished I kissed you right now, huh? Felix could hear that in your voice and he let it echo in his pretty little head. Alas, he couldnât retaliate nor speak back at all. He couldnât even dip his head in embarrassment. Your eyes were trained on the brush you flicked, almost dismissive of your own flirting and it mismatched the smirk that adorned your mouth after teasing.
It was the exact kind of look heâs seen many times before. The exact look he fell in love with when you first met.
Itâs the look he would get off to almost every night.
You finished off applying the lipstick and it was impressively smooth. You took the bottle from his teeth and sighed. The color made his mouth look irresistibly edible. It would take you three marathons and a trip to the moon to admit that you were starting to feel just as affected as Felix by the sight of his pouty mouth.
âRub those pretty lips for me, baby.â
Only you could say those words to him the way that you do. Felix felt multiple urges rummaging through his system at once. He could almost cry from wanting to say something, to call out your name, to moan it, to whine and whimper, and melt in your arms as if nobody were watching.Â
The eyes of the world were on him, though, and all he could do was comply. He rubbed his lips together and pouted them out with a smack.
âGood job, baby.â You rubbed his chin with your thumb. He felt fire surging within his heart.
He knew that you knew what you were doing. It was only you, after all, who knew how to push his buttons in the right places. Unlike Hyunjin nor Jeongin, it took you no effort and no risks to leave him a mentally jumbled mess; not agitated, but certainly needy.
You were still sticking to a mental script, though. âHow does it feel? Chalky? Rough? StickyâŚ?â
âI-Itâs smooth. Feels thin.â He felt his tongue almost twist in his mouth from trying to speak when he was physically weakening over you.
âSeems like a good formula,â you giggled.
He watched as you turned your back on him, explaining bits of beauty jargon that he couldnât even begin to comprehend. His vision seemed to blur as a need to satisfy the growing discomfort in his pants overwhelmed him. It all snapped away for a second when you switched the angle of your phone and pulled him up by his arms, leading him in front of the couch.
All of a sudden, you rubbed a circle around the base of his wrist. You looked up at him with eyes that demanded something from him. It was dark yet inviting as if he had just eyed down a wolf threatening to eat him whole.
The gesture was your signal that you wanted to fuck him then and there.
Felix finally didnât have to keep to himself.
âTime to test how good it wears,â you smirked at him.
Felixâs eyes were focused on yours. He didnât move an inch as your fingers crawled from his jaw to his cheek. You glanced at your phone, propped up on the countertop, to check if it was recording. When you looked back, your eyes met Felixâs red lips.
You were so glad that you picked that shade. The makeup line released a ton of colors and your mind folded into itself when you realized how many there were. It was almost overwhelming to choose a shade for your boyfriend: you wanted to see him with a pinky nude on his lips, but you also thought the dark berry shade looked pretty.
As a trained makeup artist, you had a knack for figuring out which hues elevated which skin tones. Of all people, you knew Felixâs skin would match the slightly muted, pinkish cherry satin stain.
You should know this. Youâve seen his skin flush many times before, that would be more than enough to be familiar with the hues of his delicious skin.
You were the reason why he would constantly blush, after all. His skin would burn under your slightest touch, but it would flare up until his freckles darkened each time you held him down on your hips and called him pretty. His cheeks would turn as red as the tip of his cock every time you squeezed it lightly.Â
Before you could think of any more, you tapped your boyfriendâs cheek. His face burned into a shade not far from the color of his lipstick.
âAre you sure you want to record this with me?â You asked, eyes scanning his face for second thoughts.
Felix almost forgot that you needed a clip of the both of you briefly kissing. He nodded after a second, confusion snapping into realization as you smiled at him. He seemed to be lost in thought, too: maybe he was nervous, maybe he was thinking of the same things you thought about. Either way, he simply answered with a smirk and the faintest giggle.
âYeah. Iâm game.â
You were on a mission to prove that this lip product could not budge after an intense make-out session. Now, you â and maybe Felix â wanted to see if it could survive intense sex, too.
All it took were two inches forward: you grabbed his hands dangling in front of you and closed in. Your noses touched each other, the skin bumping softly before your lips slotted against his in the smoothest kiss possible. To his surprise, you started gently. He expected you to crash against his mouth. He expected you to rummage through the product sitting on his mouth right away, to test its strength as a long-lasting piece of makeup, but you didnât.
Maybe he wanted you to be rough. He wanted it.
You could tell by the whimper he choked up behind the kiss. That, and his hands roamed around your arms and sides, pulling you closer.
âGetting a little excited now, are we?â You purred, pulling your face away from his. He hesitated to break the kiss, inching his lips closer to yours even as you talked.
âSorry, s-sorry. Got a little carried away.â
You wondered what got him to be so clingy and affectionate. Youâre well aware of him being loving and tender, but itâs another thing to have him smitten while youâre doing nothing special.
Little did you know that to him, everything involving you is special. Even the texts you sent earlier and the ones you sent before. He couldnât stop thinking about them; who wouldnât, especially when you were being such a tease?
He finally pulled his head back. âSmooth,â he whispered.
You thought to tease him. âThe lipstick?âÂ
âNo,â Felix chuckled, âI meant you.â
Your hands traveled from up to his toned arms until one of them met the nape of his neck â his sensitive spot. You often called him a little kitten for enjoying being petted on that spot a little too much.
âSo, did it rub off yet?â Your boyfriend managed to squeak, still affected by your antics.
His face was impossibly close to yours and you could feel the heat in his cheeks growing the more that he smiled at you. You stepped back to observe his face: apart from the blush on his cheeks, the lipstick was seemingly left unscathed. By the look on his face, he observed your lips, and there were no signs of product transferring.Â
He also just wanted to kiss it again.
You raised an eyebrow at the camera and shrugged. âI guess it survived round one.â
âThat was round one?â Felix mirrored the look you gave your phone. âI thought we call that first base.â
Your head whipped back to him. He simply smirked back, feigning an angelâs smile.
Youâve dated him for a long while, and while he had always been silly, he had never been this way in front of the camera. You wondered if the shoot he did â or the staff he was with â earlier had anything to do with a sudden ego boost.
âNow youâre bold, baby.â
The nickname caused Felixâs smirking eyes into wide ones, the excitement writing itself everywhere on his face.
âJust wanna do more with you,â he teased back. âDo more rounds, test how much removes.â
He puckered his lips and pouted. It was a juicy invitation that you couldnât turn down. Instead, you took it with a kiss â a deep kiss, one that made you inhale and caught him off guard.
It was still gentle and velvety. It felt like you both tasted clouds and nothing was in between. The hand on the nape of his neck ran up to his hair and back down almost instinctively, making Felix shake. Unable to focus on both the sensation of a passionate kiss, an overwhelming urge to breathe and process the suddenness, and the general feeling of being petted, his hands swung to your chest and squeezed.
âAh! Felix!â You whispered loudly against his mouth, almost moaning at the sensation.
âSorry! Force of habit,â he said.
âGotta keep it PG, baby, Iâm posting this.â He nodded assuringly at your words but his hands were crucially still on your chest, threatening to squeeze again.
After realizing this, he immediately attempted to pull his hands back, an apology dripping on the tip of his tongue. Instead, you surprisingly threw your hands on his wrists, caging his hands in place.
If that didnât surprise him enough, you leaned in close to his face and kissed him once more. It was fiery this time; he felt your tongue darting at him while your teeth nipped slightly at his bottom lip before you pulled away. He gasped louder than he should have.
You giggled at his shock and nuzzled your face on his neck. âSorry. Reflex.â
âBut mommyââ Felix froze, realizing what he had just said. He didnât mean to say that.
All the cockiness he displayed earlier fizzled out into thin air. You could feel the heartbeat in his neck thumping against your lips. From his eyes fluttered shut to wide open ones, you could see the embarrassment wash over him.
Sure, you two were doing something intimate, kissing and groping in front of the camera. He knew and trusted you enough to edit it out, but the idea that footage would have existed of him calling you that nicknameâŚscared him. The camera watched him, the microphone picked up his low voice, and on the off-chance that this moment makes the cut, thousands of people would have seen it.Â
Heâd gotten used to the idea that millions of people could pass by his face and body, but itâs different when heâs exposing a bit of himself that he only reserved for you â his âmommy.â
âY/N⌠Shit, Iâm so sorry, I-I didnâtââ
âOh baby, itâs okay.â You gave a reassuring look and a warm smile, shifting your position to hide his face away from the phone camera.
The pet name was his suggestion. The idea that you could hold this title as his dominant partner was something he never thought of telling you at first, but the moment he mentioned it, you indulged immediately. It was something so dear, so sweet, and soft, definitely making you less of an ominous presence to him in bed and more like a warm home he can return to. You loved it even if he didnât expect you to.
Even while heâs embarrassed and fully vulnerable, he felt so safe, entrusted to the only one in his life that could take the title without judgment.Â
âCall me that as much as you want. I wonât show it,â you whispered. Felix nodded but you didnât miss the tears threatening to form in his eyes.
âMommyâŚâ He inevitably gave up and dipped his head in the crook of your neck. You petted the back of his head again and kissed the side of his head, calming him with hushes and soft hums.
Before he could melt at your warm embrace, you took a few steps back. Felix whined and hoped to hug you for longer, only to watch you press the button on your phone to stop the recording. You shut the phone off, looked back at him, and smiled with your eyes.
He always valued your respect for his boundaries and the fact that you always made his comfort your top priority.
âWeâre not done,â you inched closer, âthe lipstickâs still on there.â
Because if you two were going to fuck comfortably, you two were still going to fuck.
Taking his arms and pulling them towards you, you prompted him to wrap himself around you as your lips crashed against his. You held him by his waist â it was remarkably small, toned, and muscled but definitely made for your hands to take it.
With force, you hugged his waist and carried him slightly, pushing you both on the couch. You sat on it while he was essentially hovering over your figure, his hips just above your lap.
âMommyâg-god,â Felix gasped, muffled by another nudge of your mouth.
As if your brain switched off, your hands started going on their own. One was trained on his hip and the other snaked up his side and cupped his face, making him tremble at the sudden yet soft movements.
You were focused on the kiss but you just knew he looked gorgeous.
Of all the clients you put makeup on, your boyfriend always turned out the prettiest. Maybe itâs because his eyes seemed to shine with certain shadows on them. Maybe itâs the way his freckles peek through the base products. In this case, maybe it was the plumpness of his lips that you loved, covered in a flattering shade of red. Maybe thatâs what was doing it for you.
âYouâre so cute, baby,â you said, pausing the kiss.
Felix pouted. The pigment on his lips accentuated the curves of his mouth. âNot as cute as mommy.â
âHm, thank you. But youâre my cute baby.â
Sometimes, you wonder how you got this to be so vulnerable, so whipped for you. It didnât take him that long to warm up to you with this side of him, a side he so dearly hid from the rest of the world. Itâs like this doll was made for you.
âMommy,â Felix dragged out a whimper as he called you by the title. âMaking me needy.â
âDonât get impatient baby boy,â you whispered, a kiss on his temple following your sweet words.
While rolling your hips onto his, you thought about it what you said. You thought back to the last night he fell into this extremely submissive role. Heâd always been the one under you and youâve always been the one in control, but during that one night â similar to this one â he shyly asked you to call him a certain pet name. You loved it, probably more than he did, and you figured he might want to hear you say it again.
âOr are you my baby girl for tonight?â
âMommy!â Felix scolded. If his cheeks were already flushed, his entire face heated up with a warmth that you simply indulged in. His ears and the corners of his eyes lit up with a blush tone that complimented and accentuated the cherry color that lined his shy smile.
He enjoyed the pet name too much, and he seemed to be threatened with memories of the same night the moment you said it.
âWhat? Donât want to be my baby girl? Itâs okay if youââ
âIâm mommyâs girl! Yeah, Iâm their baby girl!â
Almost all traces of bass in Felixâs voice left the moment he squealed his response to you.Â
His eyebrows were slanting upwards like a needy puppy, his eyes sparkled as beads of tears sat on his eyelashes, and he wiggled his hips onto yours with a neediness youâve seen many times before. He briefly whimpered again in a high pitch.Â
Being called that for the first time was as special to him as it was to you. It still landed him punches to the gut every time you said it. You would wonder why he loved it even if he was incredibly comfortable in his masculinity.
Maybe it made sense like that, considering he was wearing makeup while sitting on your lap.
You kissed him again and praised him until he gave into the burning sensations he felt from your overwhelmingly smooth graces around his body. With fast swipes, you pulled his plain shirt over his head, only to clothe him again with nothing but the warm embrace of your arms.
He moaned, writhed, and whined, adjusting his position on your lap until his legs were slotted against one of your thighs. Once he found his balance, he rutted against your leg, letting out a sound that he couldnât resist.
âDidnât even undress you yet, I still have pants on, and youâre already riding me?â You smiled widely at him. Felix huffed, unable to think, inhaling so that he wouldnât drool on your shirt.
Or your chest, now that you abandoned your top in a flash, leaving it even harder for him to contain himself.
You took his lips into yours again, this time licking and biting his sweet mouth, allowing his tongue to slide against yours. It was messy and sloppy, just the way he needed it. You wondered if he had been craving this for so long and just couldnât tell you.
Nevertheless, the next step was to take the bottoms off of your lower half and his own, but he paused your hands from reaching onto his crotch.
âW-Want mommyâs off first,â he sighed. It sounded more like a question now that his voice was so high and his tone was so soft. He was far from the boy whose mouth went foul over his own best friends at work.
His head was far gone, you figured.
Felix helped you pull your pants down, careful not to disrupt the current position that you were both in, only slightly lifting yourself off the couch. He sighed once he saw you, bare and beautiful, rid of anything that kept him from being horny the entire day.
He wanted you so bad.
âBaby girl, tell me,â it was your turn to pause his hands from reaching you.
âIs something bothering you?â
âNoâŚnot really a-a botherâŚâ He pursed his lips.
He figured to rip the bandaid off and just show you the source of his discomfortâor, as it seems, the source of his pleasure.
âBaby girl, youâŚâ
He revealed a pastel pink lacy fabric covering his private area. He was wearing panties.
âIâŚI got them from a PR packageâŚfrom th-that one underwear companyâŚâ Felix justified, stuttering from both extreme embarrassment and arousal.
âIt was supposed to be yours b-but IâŚliked it so muchâŚa-and I wanted toâŚâ
You couldnât help but notice the drool threatening to fall from his tongue, glossing his lips. Distracted, you didnât kiss him. You licked his mouth and bit his bottom lip again. The blood under his skin rushed to color his lips, emphasizing the pink-colored stain.
As you bit his lip, your fingers found the band of his panties, toying with the pink lace before slipping under it. The flesh â rather, his cock â was hard and pulsing. Felix moaned. His chest heaved from being unable to process everything at once.
âBaby girlâs clit is so hard for me already.â You pecked his cheek and let him whine. âYouâve been needy since earlier?â
âY-Yeah, but, âmâŚnot finished.â He mumbled under his breath. âGot moreâŚto show you.â
He pulled his panties fully down, allowing his cock to bounce up. You couldnât help but notice something at the base, but your suspicions were confirmed when he led one of your hands to touch his ass.
âYou wore a butt plug the whole day?â
Felixâs face flushed into a shade similar, if not deeper than the cherry red he wore on his lips. At your words, he felt like crumpling into himself.Â
âItâs just for you. Thought y-youâd like it.â
All you could do in response was kiss him deeply and thrust your thigh up, hitting the plug deeper into his ass.
He moaned deliciously into the kiss and almost cried at the contact. It fucked with him â literally â the entire day and you made it all the better. Only that he had so little time to adjust before you gave him a dark look again.
âMommy, what are youââ
He was shut up by you licking his mouth and your fingers filling up his hole.
âYour cuntâs so fucking wet, baby girl.â Your words left your system through gritted teeth, filtering your animalistic desire to ruin him even more than ever. âThis pussy is mine and only mine.â
You bit his lip once more, sucking on the plump flesh before abandoning it. âBet your toys canât satisfy you as I do.â
âThey d-donât, mommy!â Felix was on the verge of tears, choking back sobs as your teeth found his jaw, peppering it with love bites lining his natural contour.
You started pumping your fingers up and down his ass, hitting his prostate with your fingertips over and over. âCan only take me inside your cunt.â
âAh, godâfuck, mommy!â The delirious sounds escaping him as he scrambled to hold onto your body kept you going.
As if he noticed, he started grinding into the air next to your entrance. You took this as his usual sign that he wanted to please you too. Felix valued mutual pleasure and craved it as much as he craved the sloppy crashing of mouths on a couch.
âTake me like a good girl.â Your voice softened as you cooed. âCan you do it? Ride mommyâs fingers while fucking into me?â
He could only nod frantically, allowing the drool in his mouth to drop onto his cock.Â
The lipstick probably looked so messy by now.
You held his cock, lengthy and hard, and squeezed it in your free hand. âThis is mommyâs to play with.âÂ
Shoving it into your entrance, you curled your fingers deep onto Felixâs prostate, eliciting loud moans from either of you. Felix could scream from the sudden warmth enveloping his cock.
âRub your clit against me,â you demanded, urging him to thrust his cock immediately. He complied only to start whining and crying out from the stimulation.
You leaned your head to the side and exposed your neck. With a subtle nod of your head, you invited him to bite your neck before his next thrust. Lightning bolts entered you when his teeth sunk into your skin for some semblance of comfort.
In turn, you kissed and sucked a spot on Felixâs shoulder. The biting sensation made him squirm away from you, but his noises only amplified when you latched onto a more sensitive spot above his freckled collarbone. It didnât help that your fingers were practically exiting and entering his hole completely, filling and emptying him at a speed he almost couldnât take.
The stimulation from all ends of his body caught up to him, release rumbling from his core up to his cock. He begged and pleaded and called your name multiple times as you did too. Felix readied for release but shocked himself when it came suddenly, almost without warning.
He started gushing just outside your entrance, the relief surging through his hips in waves: it had never happened to him before, but the slight amusement on his fucked-out face sent you over the edge too.
You came at the same time, your wetness coating the sides of your thighs and the cushions of the couch, the pool of both your juices mixing right under you.
It had to take you both several minutes to an hour of downtime before you both got up to clean. During that time, Felix held you close, trapping you in a warm cuddle.
âY/N, I love you,â he whispered, his deep voice returning, calming you from your high.
You pressed one more kiss on his lips. âI love you too, Felix.â
Aftercare had to be a non-negotiable after the scene you guys painted all over the living room.
You made sure to offer Felix the softest bubble bath, massaging and soothing every inch of his skin, scrubbing away at the residue of the new lipstick.
You both found out, just before the bath, that it barely survived at all. It still stained his lips a shade of red, and the stains of love bites that he left on you stuck for a long while, but the actual product budged possibly within the third round of kisses. It barely held on when you started biting him.
The bedroom was full of giggles and the shuffling of your bodies cuddling close to calm yourselves down. Felix shared how he couldnât believe his horniness that day, and you teased that he was being a hormonal girl.
He whined at that, kissed you good night, and fell asleep while huddled close to your chest. You calmly played with your phone, quickly editing the footage and clipping out the moment that he slipped into submission.
That was for your eyes only.
You posted the video and muted the notifications, kissed his forehead good night, and fell asleep.
â
âBaby, baby girlâŚâ Your voice, although hoarse and deep from the blissful sleep, woke your boyfriend up. The clock on your bedside table flashed 9:00 AM in bright red, but the light from your phone shone brighter. âLook at this!â
âHolyâŚY/N, oh my god!â Every trace of sleepiness left Felix as he jumped out of bed. âThe video blew up?!â
You sat up next to him, chuckling in disbelief. âLetâs see what people are saying.â
âWhy does the suggested search bar haveâŚâ
Men marked up. Men with hickeys. Men whining. It was clear that the video affected your audience in more ways than one.
âSilly,â you giggled, sinking into your boyfriendâs embrace. âWonder how this thing got through community guidelines.â
Felix pointed at a comment. âHelp. Someoneâs asking about washing the stains off.â
The both of you cuddled closer. As the sunlight shone through your curtains and hit your figures, it highlighted Felixâs honey skin and the cherry stains that failed to wash off in the shower.
You turned your head to his and smirked. âShould we film an update video? What about a part 2?â
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I have not stopped thinking about seungmin with a pussy being a squirter since you said it. People around me keep asking why my eyes keep glazing over and I keep zoning out, Iâm busy dreaming up new positions to absolutely wreck that pussy in
âŚ.its a decent sized problem, I canât focus đ
you inspired me to write more. this is my problem now too
â boypussy seungmin headcanons
18+ only. minors do not interact.
đˇď¸ sub!boypussy!seungmin, dom!amab!reader. squirting. dacryphilia. reader has a cock.
â no doubt a squirter. he squirts almost without warning, like it just happens. he gets so wet so easily to the point youâd think that was it, until he holds your hand and warns you in the softest voice that heâs going to cum. when he actually squirts, itâs a powerful stream of sweet cum that you canât get anywhere else.
â seungminâs the shy type. he likes to hide his face behind his hands while youâre fingering him. you tell him to show his pretty face and he simply shakes his head no, but in reality heâs just too shy. you have to pry your hands away from his sweater paws just to see his flushed cheeks and teary eyes. heâs such a sight to see, and he has the pussy to match it.
â speaking of his pussy, seungminâs got a well-groomed and beautiful cunt. his folds sit nicely, outer lips just thick enough to hide his inner lips when youâre not playing with it. his clit is delightfully small yet sensitive. itâs the best when you suck it swollen because his whole cunt blooms in response, dripping wet with need as the overwhelmed seungmin pleads for you to help him cum.
â his cum tastes amazing. like any other personâs squirt, the consistency of his cum is runny yet interesting, but the taste is to die for. itâs particularly sweet but not overwhelmingly so; he has a tinge of a savory taste that feels like the sweat of a fairy that you canât quite pinpoint. he smells amazing, too: even after digging your head in his cunt and smelling pussy, itâs a clean, fresh pussy at that.
â seungmin squirts the most when youâre fucking him with his body folded. he loves but would never admit that putting him in a mating press, locking his limbs together, or squeezing his thighs tight against your body, all get him going. maybe itâs the pressure of contorting his body in different positions that makes his pussy tighten against your length, maybe itâs the way that his folded body makes his sweet spot hit the head of your cock better. seungmin loves it as much as you do.
â prepare to comfort him, he cries when he cums. he doesnât cry because it hurts, but rather the opposite. itâs easy to overwhelm this boy but itâs an honest treat to see the tears stream down his face as he squirts all over you. for a clean pussy, he makes the biggest mess when he cums; his squirt gets on your cock, on his tummy, on your hands, everywhere. it makes him cry a lot more and he isnât sure why but you savor the tears nonetheless.
â he still gushes even if youâre done with him. thereâs no science that can explain why his cunt keeps gushing even while youâre cuddling after sex. itâs adorable that his body still chases the need. his cunt even twitches and clenches for minutes on end. perhaps thatâs why he especially craves your cock stilling inside his pussy when youâre both done.
â in reality, seungmin loves his own squirt. you once fed him your cock after he squirted all over it, and after getting a taste of himself, heâd crave it over and over again. since then, seungmin would ask you to kiss him after eating him out. youâd collect his juices on your fingers and rest it on his tongue. he thinks itâs nasty but seungmin craves it, maybe because heâs as much of a freak as you are.
â as a bonus, seungmin canât finish by squirting once. he always has to squirt at least twice. if his own cum keeps you going, it keeps him going too. are you ready to get this boy wet all over again?
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lol z look at what chan sent on bubble!!! just canât stop thinking about shy nerdy channie :( i wanna edge him sooooo bad :((
⥠⌠part 2
you know what? im bored and im gonna write smth
đˇď¸ sub!nerd!chan, dom!gn!reader, edging, phone sex
all he wanted was to call up his crush. he canât stop shying away from himself, clutching his phone desperately.
itâs on speaker now, your voice â the stunning one he shyly requested over text â commanding his every move, demanding to hold off from satisfying his cock.
âsounds so wet, is your cock all leaky?â you ask, smirk evident even through the phone. and youâre right, his cock is leaking precum all over himself.
chan only humps his hand faster at your teasing. âi-iâm really w-wet,â he moans.
itâs so wet and hard that itâs sinful to listen to. you wouldâve mistaken his cock for a cunt from how wet it sounded. the slick of his cock rubbing against his hand was so loud that you could almost taste it. you can only imagine the glistening picture of his dick with the brightest smile in your face.
but why keep imagining when you can ask to see it?
âturn on your video, chan.â
chan almost hesitated; he stops and stares at his phone with wide eyes, blinking twice before your voice speaks up again.
âi said, turn on your video. i want to see you.â
intimidated, chan angles his phone upwards and presses the video call button, exposing his whole body to you through the screen.
even with all the pixels, you see him in all his glory: heâs wearing thick rimmed glasses, hair tussled in its naturally curly state, cheeks and big nose both flushed with color that youâve only ever seen in person when you smile at him.
your camera isnât on, and chan pouts but doesnât complain. heâs too shy to. or, heâs too scared to ruin your teasing.
âwhat a good boy,â you coo, âand may i see your pretty cock?â
chan shyly pulls his phone closer, but you canât see all of it.
âno, channie. canât see how good youâre fucking it.â
even at this point, he hasnât stopped pumping his dick. so when he finally shows you himself, itâs all red and hard and painful. pitiful. chan tries to hide his face by looking at the side, but your laugh brings him back to you.
âlook at you! why are you getting shy now? youâre showing me your pretty little dick!â
âb-becauseâŚy-youâŚnevermindâŚâ
you laugh again and his cock twitches terribly bad in his hand. itâs pulsing harshly, the veins along his curve popping like thereâs no tomorrow. his balls are extra defined at this state, almost as if heâs about to cum.
âoh, does my channie want to cum?â
chan whines loudly, shame leaving him as he reaches his climax. âi-i n-need toâŚcumââ
âno, no. wonât let you cum till you speak straight.â
chan gulps and a lump forms in his throat. if he cries, heâs doomed â he stutters more when heâs about to cry. but fuck, youâve been demanding him over the phone and telling him what to do for what seems like an eternity, and he hasnât shot up once.
âi-iâahâiâmâfuckâi needâŚâ
âno. wonât do.â
âi wannaâhahââ
your voice firms itself and you reprimand him. âdoing so bad. how can you cum like this, huh? thought you wanted to cum so bad, why canât you follow something so simple?â
chan blinks and tears fall behind his glasses. he whimpers like a hurt pet, but his hand squeezes around his cock.
âchan, repeat after me,â you command. âchannieâŚâ
âchannieâŚâ
you canât help but smile to yourself at how cutely he manages to obey your demands.
âneeds toâŚâ
ân-needsâneeds toâŚâ
he corrects himself when he stutters. he opts for more squeezing on his cock, holding off from cumming. he canât finish and youâre going to be strict about it.
ââŚcum. channie needs to cum.â
ââŚc-cumâcum. channie needs to cum!â
you hum, feigning uncertainty. chan completely stops playing with his cock in anticipation, and it makes you happy to see his girth twitching with need. his tip looks so frustrated that it could blow. if only you were there to make it worse.
why not make it worse now?
âiâm not sure iâm satisfied with that,â you say matter-of-factly, âkeep talking till iâm good with it.â
chanâs face almost turns pale white. his hand finds the tip of his cock and palms it, blocking him from cumming despite the sensitivity. his glasses are foggy from the heavy breathing and whining, tear stains escaping the thick rims and falling down his cheeks.
âchannie needs to cum,â he repeats like a mantra. except, he stumbles on every single syllable, growing more and more desperate and weak as he keeps speaking. he doesnât stop at all though, determined to finish and satisfy you.
except, his cock is about to cry along with him, since this goes on for what seems to be thirty more minutes.
âoh, is channie tired?â
he whimpers so loud that it could be mistaken for a howl. âplease, y/n! b-been w-wanting you so, so, so bad! i-i canât help myself! i want to cum!â
âyou do?â
âplease!â the desperation washes all over chan as his heart burns, stomach clenches, and cock twitches.
âgo faster,â you demand, referring to the hand on his cock.
he goes from palming and squeezing it back to pumping along his full length, going as fast as he possibly can. he fists his cock once, twice, thrice, four times, and he finallyâ
âstop.â
chan stops with a loud groan. he keeps groaning, pitch getting higher as he hesitates from screaming. chan almost cums, but his release is cut short by your demand, making him silently tear up. his phone is propped up on his side table now as he couldnât stop shaking while holding it.
âpleaseâŚâve beenâŚa good b-boyâŚso goodâŚâ
you laugh and command him to touch himself. go faster. then, as he approaches an orgasm, you tell him to stop again.
another thirty minutes passes by and chan is now so tired, glasses abandoned on a pillow, sweat drenching the sheets, ass up in the air as heâs hunched over his comforter from the pain and held-off pleasure.
âoh poor channie. look at your phone.â
he shoots his head up.
your face finally appears on video, smug smile written across your lips. you angle your camera slowly to reveal your naked body, one that chan had fantasized for the longest time, only to take away and laugh at the camera.
âhi, channie.â
the nightâs only just begun, and heâs only halfway through.
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...your nerd chan inbox answer is fucking *chefs kiss*. let me know if you have anywhere i can send a tip for a pt 2 thanks<3
-staysinbloom
⥠⌠part 1
@staysinbloom youre lucky i run this thing for free! i accept tips in the form of love and reblogs. without further ado heres the sequel
đˇď¸ sub!nerd!chan, dom!gn!reader, edging & overstim, phone sex
chan almost stumbles over on the bed when you finally turn your video on in the call. heâs mesmerized but also desperate at this point.
he could just cum to the sight of you.
his cock is extra angry now, frustrated in every single way â his balls are firm and full of unreleased cum, his curved shaftâs veins keep pulsing, and his tip is the most sensitive itâs ever been in his life. chan could only imagine how much it would hurt if you were just physically there with him to tease him even more.
âoh, look at you. getting so antsy over me,â you smirk, âhow about you straighten your body for me?â
chan gets up from his hunched position and shows himself to you, kneeling on the bed.
âwow. what a big boy,â you coo through the phone screen.
heâs red all over with more tears in his eyes. there are drool stains on the sides of his mouth from your previous teasing. he bites his tongue back from begging, pleading, and wailing like he was earlier to just cum.
you wouldnât want a disobedient boy after all.
ânow do as i say and donât cum.â your voice alone sends shivers down his spine, abdomen clenching from both need and attraction.
your smirk turns into a gentle, unassuming smile. âfuck your hands for me, channie.â
chan doesnât question your commands one bit. he immediately ducks his head to look at his raging cock and cups it with both hands.
it hurts, it aches. the moment his hands touch his dick, his whole body trembles and he has to bite his luscious bottom lip to stop the whines from escaping his system. heâs so sensitive, one rub of a thumb on the intersection of his tip and shaft making him want to burst immediately.
when he cums, he knows heâll cum a lot.
âis it wet enough?â
âreal wet, y/n,â chan responds with a worried look on his face.
âhmm, but i want to see it dripping.â the sheets are already drenched in his sweat and precum, but you donât care.
âspit on it.â
he desperately wants to ask why. itâs likely to tease him and make him feel how much of a mess heâs making â how much heâs already made. chanâs aching to relieve himself though, and he spits right on his cock.
the added wetness along with the feeling of his own spit hitting his dick makes his thighs shiver. he lets out a shaky groan, the lewd sounds resounding like droplets of heaven through the call. he feels humiliated like this â as if he wasnât already â and the way his leaking cock, spit, and sweat mix together bring him closer and closer to an orgasm.
but he canât.
ânow fuck your hands.â your voice is so stern and you shift out of the bed. he wonders where youâre going before he thrusts by instinct, leaving him closer to cumming.
he keeps going, sounding oh-so pretty like this, bucking his hips into his hands and moaning as if heâd never felt anything like this before. he doesnât let his rhythm down, accelerating his strokes, going faster and faster, and it doesnât seem toâ
a load of cum shoots out of his cock. surprised, chan stops bucking and groans loudly.
âdid i tell you to stop?â
heâs panicked. ân-no, no! y/n! i came!â
disobedience is something chan loathes. he doesnât know what your punishments are. he doesnât know if youâll get as angry as he thinks. the poor boy simply sits on his legs as he kneels with cum all over his fingers, himself, and his sheets.
âiâm sorry! i couldnât help it, iââ
âi said, did i tell you to stop?â
you sound so strict.
chan ducks his head inâŚguilt? embarrassment? he isnât sure what to feel at this point; youâre breaking him past the point of thought. his head is spinning like crazy and heâs still cumming. it feels good, thatâs all he knows, and he loves you all the more for getting him like this.
a disgusting thought washes over him and overrides all his senses.
while one hand strokes his cock, the other takes all of the cum dripping out of his hole and slides it down his entire length, including his balls. it makes him shoot out even more, the thick and creamy substance making its way all over chanâs most sensitive parts. he massages it all through.
before fucking his dirty hands, takes a lick of his cum-stained finger. he tastes so savory. his chest blushes along with his ears at the taste of himself, his dirty actions spurring him on even after cumming accidentally. and you didnât tell him to stop.
thrusting and thrusting, chan fucks his hands again with no intention of letting his rhythm die out, even if he simply doesnât stop shooting loads. you can see his cum burst out as he goes, laughing through the call at how thoroughly youâve broken this nerd of a boy.
a voice then speaks up, quietly.
âch-channieâsâŚaâŚg-good boyâŚâ he stutters to himself.
isnât that so cute. chan repeats himself with no shame left in his system, calming down and praising himself just to keep him going.
âarenât you such a good boy. good channie,â you praise, watching his priceless reactions through your phone screen.
at this point, you turn your camera off and watch him peacefully. he relishes in your praise, bucking his hips into his creamy hands as if it were a filled asshole. he tightens his grip around himself. his abs flex and relax, repeating your words; âi-iâm so good. iâm aâŚgood boyâŚgood channie, good channieâŚâ
after finishing his orgasm, he only feels the sensitivity rising again, ready for a second orgasm. he feels so broken, his senses mixing up everywhere until his mind is blurry and hazy from all the sensations. even his cute ass clenches, ready for release once again.
that is, until the call ends abruptly.
ây-y/n? y/n? oh godâŚâ chan panics.
he doesnât know whatâs going on. he doesnât know what to do. heâs made a mess of himself and his sheets. he grabs his glasses and frantically checks his phone for any sign of you.
that is, until the doorbell rings.
âhey, channie!â your voice blares through the halls of his apartment.
âiâm here.â holy shit, youâre there.
chan doesnât give a shit about his clothes, running for the door naked with an abused cock hanging out. he doesnât care as long as itâs you, as long as youâre finally there for him.
he answers the door and is greeted with your big, beaming, sinister smile.
âlet me help you, channie.â
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â matters with sub ! felix đ
đˇď¸ dom!reader, sub!felix, mentions of insecurities, male squirting, size kink.
he doesnât think heâs big. itâs not that he wants to make it a big matter. as per his words, âhe bottoms anyway.â
you think thatâs bullshit.
of all the things to disagree on, it had to be about his dick size. you had to prove him wrong.
you did this, of course, by giving him a dildo that matches his size.
âwhatâs this?â felixâs innocent eyes dilated in disbelief.
âitâs you!â your laugh rang through his ears. ânot exactly you, but isnât it close?â
in a matter of seconds, his legs melted on the ground beside the menacing silicone mount.Â
âwhat? donât like your new toy?â
âi-i do! itâs justâŚâ felix hovered his now-naked ass over the dildo.
âc-can iâŚeven take it?â
âyouâre only asking that now?â
your expression shifted. the rumble in your voice mirrored the deep timbre of his groan, only darker, laced with devilish intent.Â
you squatted down to his level. you cupped his face, rubbing the soft skin of his freckle-spotted cheek, distracting him from your other hand on his hip.
âoh dear, if i can handle it, you can too.â
with your powerful push, his ass slid down on the dildo.
he moaned into your mouth, back arching as he attempted to adjust to the inches that entered him. the both of your hands massaged his ass in an attempt to comfort him. you ignored his pleas and gasps for air.
ânow you know what it feels like when you fuck me.â
you werenât lying. while itâs true that he bottoms more, he was still an incredible top. the stretch from his size made every single time feel like your first.
âso thick, s-so long, wanna cum,â he chanted.
despite barely adjusting to the toy, he started to bounce his lower half. the sight of your boy moving on his own left you amused. you praised him as he writhed, drooled, and moaned. he kept going until his legs started to tremble.
you reached for his cock and squeezed it. shockwaves ran down his entire body, leaving him a shuddering mess, ass sunken deep on the toy.
he came all over the floor, his release clear and thin. the sight took the both of you by surprise. you licked the drippings on your hand and kissed him immediately after.
he tasted sweet.
âyou squirted a lot.â
he pouted at your words. âitâs big!â
you had to laugh again. âno, no, youâre big.âÂ
only then was felix realizing that every little thing about him had an effect on you â larger than what he expected.
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â sex chocolates & sub ! minho đ
đˇď¸ dom!gn!reader, sub!minho, petname âpretty,â aphrodisiacs (sex chocolates), oral fixation, breast play, slight overstimulation.
minho looked up at you through heavy eyelids. he took in the view of your stunning figure from under only to be trapped in a deep kiss.
his lips and yours still have the lingering bittersweet taste of the fancy chocolates.
as his lips pressed harder against yours, his eager tongue swiped across your mouth. the kitten licks from his end prompted you to do the same. your tongues danced together, in such sync that it made your heads spin too fast, but he savored every single bit of it.
the taste of the cocoa delicacy couldnât leave his mouth. neither could he take the wonderful aroma of the sandalwood scented candle. your touches felt fiery, as if a fever rushed through his system.
âsensitive, pretty?â you asked him.
minho blinked in rapid succession, attempting to focus, but failing miserably at the sight of your warm smile.
âoh, i feel sensitive too,â you giggled, giving him goosebumps.
itâs true, every single little sense in your system suddenly felt ten times worse. the fabric of his shirt felt too much but he started salivating at the feeling of your skin against his. it was difficult for him to describe, but you understood: he could tell by the deep gasps escaping your throat that you enjoyed the feeling of his body writhing under you. you enjoyed the sounds he was making too, moans that he could not be aware of due to his fixation on pleasure.
but too many words are too boring to describe how fucking amazing you both felt.
you undid his shirt faster than ever. he took your top off too, throwing it aggressively on the floor before lifting your hips to help you out of your pants. he took his off, too, but immediately succumbed to his hazy headspace the moment you held his waist.
âpretty boyâs getting eager.â you traced your fingers up his sides, watching him arch his back until his bare chest was up against yours. âgonna put this beautiful body to use, yeah pretty?â
âmhmm,â minho practically whined. begging through hushed exhales and watery eyes, he lowered his head to stare at your chest.
the idea that popped in his head caused him to blush so much that his cheeks were hot. it didnât help that your hands trailed down his muscles, the underside of his chest, and his broad shoulders â he didnât realize that he was mirroring the movements on you.
âkiss please?â he begged, so you kissed him. âanother?â he asked, so you answered. he didnât seem satisfied even if he was reeling in the taste of your luscious lips mixed with the bitter aftertaste of the sweets. he drooled mindlessly as he continued to stare at your upper torso.
minho traced an index finger from your neck down to your chest. âcanâŚiâŚsuck, please?â
that alone nearly drove you insane, but you kept it together.
and like any sane person, you wordlessly traced a finger from his chest up to his neck, before holding him by the nape and shoving his head right onto your nipple.
he immediately latched his lips onto you. it almost felt like instinct, especially with his arms soon wrapping around your upper half in a desperate attempt to support you and himself.
silently thanking you, he flicked your nipples with his tongue, dragged kisses around each nipple and even going across your chest. he left love bite after love bite on the surrounding skin, whining every time you chuckled at the sensation.
âpretty, thatâs enough.â
you ruffled his hair and then pulled, making him look up at you, showing the mess he made with pink plump lips and an endlessly salivating tongue. you pulled his head up all the way to kiss his open mouth, tasting everything, never minding how your teeth clashed sometimes.
the second your mouth pulled away, though, he chased it, only to be held back by your hand on his scalp. he pouted.
âcanât i return the favor?â
minho nodded but hesitated slightly. he really wanted it, but he wanted to feel something more.
âaw, my pretty boy always wants something in his mouth.â two of your fingers made its way up to tap his lips. the featherlight touch felt like a thousand kisses from heaven.
âhow about you suck on these while i taste you?â
without a second thought, minho opened his mouth and circled his tongue around your fingers. he started sucking, kissing, and playing with your digits as you did the same to his chest. you bit down more harshly than he did, the red marks on your skin looking like nothing compared to the purple near-bruises on his. he felt tempted to bite down too, but he restricted himself with a delicious, soothingly sweet moan.
at this point, minho was leaking, his bare cock thumping angrily against your thigh. the feeling alone made him want to release, but he held it in anticipation. it didnât matter if you denied the orgasm or abused him until his limit, he wouldnât mind. he couldnât care less about his own dick.
he cared more about your lips on his.
âfuck, y/n, so fucking good,â his shaky voice vibrated against your fingers and sent tingles down your spine. âiâm gonna cum, please, help meââ
he came all over your lower half, jutting his hips up against your thighs that sat on his lap. you bit on his left nipple, prompting him to release every single drop.
after the entire scene, he still felt sensitive. minho wanted more, so did you, but everything was overwhelming. dizzy, he continued to suck on your neck as you both calmed down.
âwhatâs sweeter, me or the chocolates?â
minho popped his mouth off your skin to face you. his mind was purely hazed by now, all offered for you to use. his eyes were filled with lust and hunger, a romance that was laced with a dark and bitter flavor that youâve never seen before.
he wanted you to take the bites, though: savor him well and eat him whole.
âyouâreâŚsweeter than the chocolates.â
#sub!skz#skz smut#sub!minho#sub!lee know#dom!reader#releasing vault stuff for filler content because i am SO not ready to post fics yet#đŹ z is writimg#q; this is scheduled
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