I Keep Thinking About Giving Felix His First Prostate Orgasm And He Gets So Loud & Would Legit Cry Of

I keep thinking about giving Felix his first prostate orgasm and he gets so loud & would legit cry of pleasure. just fingering him in a fast pace and he’s begging mindlessly to keep going. I feel like he wouldn’t even be able to touch his cock without cumming all over himself because of ur fingers pounding into his prostate. add to it some dirty talk and he’s gone.

oh, felix would love it so much

he’s already so trusting that you’ll always take care of him and make him feel good, so it’s easy to get him to relax enough for you to gently work your fingers inside of him. it doesn’t take long until felix is asking you to speed up, his nose scrunching at the squelching sound of your lubed up fingers moving inside of him, but he can’t complain - not when the way your digits drag against his walls and push up against his prostate perfectly soon has him at a loss for words.

felix has never been ashamed of his pleasure, but you’ve never heard him get as loud as he does when you grind the pads of your three fingers against his sensitive nerves in a way that has to be just short of painful and absolutely overwhelming.

when you start talking dirty to him, felix is gone immediately, mouth hanging open in a silent scream while his body starts trembling with the force of his orgasm as he cums the hardest he ever has in his life.

Can’t stop thinking about bratty sub chan, whining and begging to cum

i was abt to say i can’t see chan being a brat but considering how much he annoys the other members…you definitely right 👀 and the way he’s always tryin to act cute n convince everyone he’s the true maknae? he’s a baby. he’s not even bratty bc he necessarily wants punishment (but u can’t tell me he isn’t a light painslut) he just wants your attention and will throw a fit if he doesn’t get it

i imagine you’re maybe trying to get some work done and he’s bored and needy and you aren’t kissing him enough (how dare!!! he needs a kiss every 10 seconds or he’ll die!!!!) and he’s just bothering you. poking your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving small pecks, whining and pouting and eventually it leads into a fit. he gets all huffy >.< and you’re definitely endeared but you have work you have to get done and you’ve already had to put it off like 10 times because he wanted attention.

you’re trying to be sweet (because baby loves compliments and being praised even though he gets shy) and calm him down but it isn’t working and he just keeps trying to argue and eventually it causes you to have to use force. the funny thing abt brat!chan is that all it takes is a swift yank of his hair and he’s melting in your hands. his brain turns off, he’s full mush.

and now he’s really gotten himself in trouble because he’s leashed to the table with a vibrator tied to his desperately hard cock while you work. occasionally when he starts trying to fight back, you just press your foot onto his cock, not with intention to hurt but just increase the pressure. make him REALLY start begging. and of course, the rule is he can’t cum until you’re finished with what you’re doing. (you’re at least nice enough to leave the vibrator at the lowest setting, but it’s edging him and it’s torture)

barely 10 minutes in, he’s softly sobbing, rutting into the air, quietly begging. pleading. “i’m so sorry, ma’am (or sir, whichever you prefer!). i’m sorry for being a brat, i’ll do anything. i wanna be a good boy, i-i promise i’ll be good. just please, i can’t take it anymore. need your touch so bad.”

and you just can’t help it. you’ve got a little more to do, but baby’s so pretty when he cries :( you can’t help but take pity on him, cooing at him and kissing away his tears.

“have you learned your lesson, honey?”

“yes, yes! i’ll never bother you when you’re working again, i promise!”

the vibrator comes off, and you reward him with some neck kisses (and bites, god he’d mark up so well) and your soft hands around his cock. it doesn’t take long before he’s making a mess, leaving a small pool of his cum on the carpet. you’ll make him clean that later.

both of you clean up, you give him the aftercare he needs, lots of cuddles and praises and all the kisses he can take and before long he’s fast asleep on your lap. and finally, you can get some damn work done T_T

(this turned out longer than i intended, i always end up wandering off omfg)

FINALLY!!! CONTRADICTING IS OUT

okay but sweet little praises with felix and his tiny dick that fits perfectly in the palm of your hand when you jerk him off, giving him kisses on his neck and calling him your pretty boy and telling him how good he is for you :(( and overstimulating him a little bit after he comes and you tell him it's bc his dick is so cute you can't keep your hands off it (also hi can i put in the request to be ☕️ anon pls)

welcome ☕️ anon, i’m happy to have you on my blog

felix would be so adorable, his mouth opening slightly to let out happy little groans with every upstroke of your hand, body melting back against you as he enjoys the attention on his sensitive neck. there’s a light blush spreading on his nose and cheeks that only deepens whenever to murmur how pretty he is for you, how perfect his little cock is like it was made for you to play with, what a good boy he is for letting you touch him like this.

when felix cums his body arches, dick twitching pathetically in your hand as you rub him through it until the overstimulation has him shuddering and squirming in your hold.

felix bites back a whine when you softly run your thumb over the sticky, sensitive tip of his cock before he even fully softens again. he starts fussing in your hold, squirming away from the overwhelming sensation as he whispers “too much, too much”. you don’t stop your touches, you simply slow them down, telling felix to be good for you and let you play a little more, you just haven’t gotten enough of his cute little dick yet. this makes felix settle down a bit, letting your hands and lips roam freely again as his cock returns to full hardness. only his trembling thighs and the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes telling you how overstimulated he is.

Mind Break

PAIRINGS: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

GENRE: Mature (smut, 18+)

CONTENT WARNINGS: just pure filth tbh, dubcon elements but it's all for the scene binnie wanted (pretend that they discussed this beforehand), thigh riding, anal fingering (f. rec), piss play, bin cums in reader's ass, bunch of dirty talking, bin calls reader bun/bunny, huge dom/sub dynamics. Let me know if i miss anything!

SYNOPSIS: After your boyfriend's constant teasing that left you sexually frustrated, he decides to play one last game with you: cum on his thigh within 5 minutes, or else you'll never get to cum at all.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k words

TAG LIST: @leyknowsbin, @goblinracha, @ch4nb4ng, @iadorethemskz, @abcdefgiwsmcty, @operation-steal-chans-laptop, @biribarabiribbaem, @chrisbahng

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you still mad at me?" Changbin has you trapped against the wall, his legs slotted in between yours, knee dangerously close to your cunt. "Fuck off, Changbin," is what you only tell him, trying so hard to make it seem like you are nowhere near flustered even though everything is completely the opposite.

Were you really mad at him? No. Not really. Maybe a little bit frustrated. He spent the whole week teasing you and pissing you off, and today, you had a particularly rough time at work, so him cornering you like this wasn't helping.

"Come on, Changbin. I need to shower," you say while you push him away from you, but he was strong, all those years spent in the gym now showing proving itself useful as he barely budges. "Not until you give me a kiss, you don't."

"Changbin, please. I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now."

It was true, you were nowhere near in the mood for his antics right now, but you still can't help but flush at the proximity between you and your boyfriend, especially when he finally presses his leg against your clothed core.

"I promise I'll let you go," he says, nudging against your cunt making your breath hitch against your throat, "but only if you do exactly as I say." He smiles at you, eyes turning into crescents as if he wasn't rubbing your sides sensually with a devious plan brewing up in his head. You'd say no, but Changbin really is stubborn, knowing that if you deny him again, he'll never stop bugging you. So with a groan, you drop your head in defeat, muttering "fine," under your breath.

Your boyfriend beams at that.

"Come on, sweetheart. It will be fun." He uses his fingers to tilt your head back by your chin to make you look at him without much resistance from you, embarrassingly so. Your cheeks heat up from the simple touch, making you almost forget that you were supposed to be mad at him.

Right. You were supposed to be mad at him.

"All you have to do—" you feel him press his knee against your core, making you gasp, "—is to make yourself cum on my leg. Then I'll let you shower."

Oh, ok. That's easy—

"But you have to do it in 5 minutes."

Fuck. That son of a bitch.

"Bin, you know I can't cum that quick—"

"Sure you can."

You can't. And he knows that. He knows what he's doing, and he's definitely doing it on purpose.

"If you can't, then I guess I can play with you just a little bit more."

Yup, he's definitely doing it on purpose.

"Binne, please," you whine. "You know I can't cum that quick, especially when I'm wearing jeans, and—"

Changbin clicks his tongue, and you can tell that his patience is running thin with the way he hastily undoes the button of your jeans before shoving it down to your knees together with your underwear. "Must I do everything myself?" He asks, obviously annoyed. "I'm already giving you a chance to relieve yourself but still you find a way to complain."

He doesn't give you time to respond and just slots his leg between your legs, your cunt now pressing against his thigh, making you gasp.

"Now move for me, pretty thing. Ride my thigh."

"Ch-Changbin, I—" he gives you a stern look, making you shut up almost instantly. So, with a pathetic whine, you grind against his clothed thigh, slowly dragging your cunt over the fabric until it goes damp because of your wetness. You use his arms for support as you continue, trying to find a good rhythym.

The pleasure is there, but dull and weak, the dry drag of your pussy against his thigh was far from giving you the pleasure that can make you cum, and time is already running out.

"Binnie, please, it's not gonna work—" you pout, grinding on him harder to add more pressure against your cunt, but it does nothing to help you.

"Then you gotta try harder, bunny."

You whine in defeat at his words. You are already trying, and you're trying as hard as you can. It's a game you know you can't win, and so you prepare yourself for your defeat, your shoulders slumping as you slow down your movements in both surrender and exhaustion.

"Giving up already, baby?" He asks you, and you nod, looking up at him with tears in your eyes and trembling lips. For a moment, he stays quiet, his features softening a little as concern now graces his features "Color?" he asks you softly this time, breaking character from his scene just to check up on you. Sure, there's nothing he loves more than playing with you like this, but god forbid he ends up pushing you against your own limit and hurting you.

You take a deep breath and compose yourself for a minute, now completely stilling your movements as you hold onto his shoulders to stabilize yourself. "Green, Binnie. I'm green, I'm fine," you reassure him with a breathy giggle, resting your forehead against his sturdy chest while he gives your sides comforting rubs, his gentle touches sending tingles on your skin.

"Good," he says, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "Now where were we?"

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You've been dating Seo Changbin long enough to get to know him well— long enough to read what mood he's in, long enough to know what his likes and dislikes are, long enough to know the things that keep him up at night, long enough to know what makes him feel better instantly. But there is one thing that you seem to not get a hang of that easily, and that is his duality.

One minute, he's your soft, gentle, caring boyfriend, and then a hot, dominant, and intimidating person the next. It never fails to give you a whiplash at how fast he changes his mood, his aura because how in the hell did he just manage to drag you into your shared bedroom, strip you naked, and have you all tied up in a blink of an eye?

With your hands and feet bound to your body using the blankets, he has your ass up and chest down, completely unable to move your hands and legs as you lay bare and vulnerable before him. Your poor aching cunt is leaking nonstop as he fingers your ass, leaving your pussy completely neglected, clenching in need.

Tears stream down your pretty face as you try to angle your hips even just a bit so that the fingers that aren't in your ass can graze your clit, even just a bit just so you can feel good, but all you get was a spank to your ass cheeks as a warning. "Stay still, bun. Do you really wanna go for another week without cumming?" he asks, his hand that just spanked you now returning to continue jerking himself off with the same pace he's fingering you opening, biting his lower lip to suppress the moan that threatened to slip past his throat at the feeling of your walls clenching around his digits.

"N-no," you reply, staying still just like what he asked for the sake of not being punished again. Maybe if you were good enough for him today, maybe he could change his mind and let you cum.

"Yeah, I know, bun," he teases the head of his cock with his hand, squeezing the tip to gather more precum. "Couldn't last an entire day without cumming, let alone for a week. I don't think a needy bunny like you can last not cumming for another week."

"Yes— yes. C-can't, I can't. Wan-wanna cum, please. I'll be good, I promise! Please, just let me cum, please," you mindlessly beg, drool now spilling past your lips when he adds a third finger in your ass, further spreading and scissoring you open that has you begging for your release.

"You'll be good for me? You promise?" Changbin sounds breathless when he asks you that, and you figured that he might be close. The thought of him being able to cum and you don't makes you cry harder and chant, "Yes, yes! I'll be good, I'll do anything. I'll be your good girl, just please, let me cum!"

You hear him hum as if he's taking your words into his consideration and stops fingering you, resorting to prod around your stretched-out rim, but really, he's just trying to rile you up even more.

"I haven't really pissed in a while, bunny," he says, his fingers now moving again. "And I really need to go soon. I hope you don't mind me using your hole for that."

"Anything, I'd do anything, Binnie. Anything for you," you mindlessly respond, your hands tugging at the restraints a bit. "Just, please, let me cum."

Changbin takes your word for it and strokes himself faster, now groaning at your desperation. "So, so good for me, my bunny. You'd let me do whatever I want with you just so you can cum, huh?" You nod against the sheets, blinking the tears away from your eyes as you writhe under him.

"Whatever you say, bun."

You feel him pull his fingers out, only to be replaced by his cock, the sudden but welcomed intrusion making you scream against the sheets. "Fuck, bunny. Still so tight around me," he says before shallowly thrusting in your hole before he cums without warning, shooting his load and painting your walls.

"Take it, just like that— fuck, baby, clenching around me so fuckin' tight, gonna take my piss in too? Hmm?"

It didn't take long before the warmth of his cum slowly gets mixed with something less sticky, and before you knew it, he was already relieving himself inside of you with an unrestrained moan. "O-oh, oh my God, Bin—" you moan out in realization, feeling his piss just spill inside of you until it was too much for your ass to handle as it starts to seep around his softening cock, down your thighs and legs, and into the sheets bellow.

"That's it, bunny— jesus— just fucking take it in that ass of yours."

He finishes with a twitch of his cock before he slowly pulls out, piss and cum now starting to leak out of you but not before long because he has you stuffed again with a plug that he has stashed near him.

You lay there, out of breath, the stench of both sex and piss fogging your senses as your pussy clenches around nothing. Your boyfriend all but sighs as he rubs the spot on your ass where he last spanked it, admiring the blooming print of his hand on your skin. "Think you can keep my piss and cum for me, bun?" He asks you, and you nod again, too deep into the headspace to even give him a snarky remark about how filthy he's made you.

"That's my good bunny," he says, now undoing the makeshift restraint from your body. "Keep it in for me and I'll give you your reward, yeah? I promise Binnie is gonna make you cum because you've been so good for me today."

𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬

Pairings: lee minho x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: other than minho threatening y/n that he'll replace her toothpaste with mayonaise (endearingly), it's all good.

Word count: 734 words

Banners by: @kimjiho1 @celcero

A/n: random drabble brought to light by minho's beautiful long hair <3 enjoy!

"You need a haircut," you simply say as you rake your fingers through your boyfriend's locks as he lays on your lap, his eyes closed as he takes slow breaths. Minho only hums in reply, eyes fluttering open as he shifts to face you. "You think?" He asks with a huff as he fights the urge to close his eyes again once he feels you gently scratch his scalp. "I think so, yeah. I mean don't get me wrong, you look extra handsome with this new look of yours, but doesn't it get into your eyes or something?"

He was exhausted, no doubt about that. He spent the last few weeks practicing and preparing with his group for their remaining concerts and extra events in the months to come. He was only lucky that the company had let them take a 3-day break to recooperate and rest. Although a longer break would have been better, he was more than thankful to have at least a few days off to think about anything else but work. He went straight to you right away the moment his break has been filed, shoving whatever clothes he finds on the top of his closet into his bag, no longer caring if the shirts would get wrinkled afterwards.

He was at your front door 15 minutes tops.

"It does, yeah. Especially when I'm dancing." You can hear the exhaustion in his voice as he answers your question, making you huff out a lighthearted chuckle. "You can sleep, you know?"

"'M not sleepy," he slurs out, shifting his body again so he faces your stomach, lacing his left arm around your waist, holding you close. "Uhuh, yeah you're not." You say almost sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him before gently manuvering yourself out of his hold, making him whine at the lost of your warmth. "Come on, kitty cat. Let's get you to bed."

"Nooo, I'm already comfy here." His lips form into a pout as he childishly whines, something he rarely does because he knows you'd tease him after (how could you not, thougb? He just looks so adorable.)

"It may seem comfy now but I don't wanna hear you complain about your neck hurting when you wake up, so come on. We'll cuddle in the bedroom." With that, he opens his eyes again to glare at you, but he follows you nonetheless because he knows you're right. Besides, a cuddle does sound promising.

"You better cuddle with me or else I'll replace your toothpaste with mayonaise." You hear him grumble as he trails behind you, his socked feet shuffling against the wooden floors of your apartment. "Ooo I'm so scared, please don't." You retorted as you open your bedroom door, hands finding the remote control of your AC to beat the summer heat.

It didn't take long before the two of you finally settle in your bed with your back against the mattress while Minho nearly lays on top of you, his head resting on the top of your chest. Your hands resume their earlier position back in the couch, finger threading through his hair with the goal of making him fall asleep.

"Work was tough," he mumbles mindlessly, the steady rhythym of your heartbeat slowly lulling him to sleep. "I know, love. But we can talk about it later, mkay? We can take a nap first."

"Mhm, okay."

This was exactly what he needed after weeks of stress and exhaustion— peace, warmth, and you. You who didn't bug him to tell you how was work, you who immediately pulled him into a hug the moment your front door welcomed him in, you who made him feel safe inside the quiet space of his room. You, you, you.

Soft snores were soon exhaled through his nose, his body now limp and flat against yours as he finally embraces his exhaustion and sleeps, surrounded by none other than the safe haven that he found in your arms as you craddle him against you.

All the worries that burden him are gone for now. He can worry about that some other day. And as you kiss the top of his head, your eyelids now getting heavy with sleep, you feel him snuggle into you more.

You fall asleep shortly after with a content and peaceful Minho in your arms who'll definitely cook you your favorite meal when he wakes up.