STRONG OLDER MEN. I Want To See A Man, So Rough And Tough In The Streets Actually Be A Big Sweetheart

STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up

18+ / mdi

content: loser!wonwoo, nerdy!wonwoo, sub!wonwoo, subdom!reader, mentions of sfw pics being taken behind your back, corruption, wonwoo's first time, dry humping, handjob, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2599

a/n: thank u to anon who inspired this ur a real one

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in this day and age, you knew that a mere college degree would likely not be enough for you to find a job within your field.

you were a creative, hoping to one day work as a photographer or maybe get into the creative design field upon graduating. however, you'd heard the horror stories of fellow graduates entering the terrifying world that came after college, with many unable to land a solid gig after graduating.

that's how you landed yourself a spot in the yearbook committee, becoming both a photographer and editor throughout these past few months.

that was also how you came to meet jeon wonwoo, the enigmatic boy who had become your partner any time you'd be assigned to photograph at school events.

despite spending quite a bit of time with wonwoo, attending every school event with him, you were yet to really get to know him. wonwoo was likely the shyest guy you'd met in all the years you'd spent at college so far. it was extremely hard to get to know him, as he would be only mumble and shy away any time you tried to make conversation with him. so far, all you knew about him was that he was a photography major (an extremely talented one at that), he was part of the gaming club (information you got from your friend vernon), and that he was generally very into stereotypically nerdy stuff.

none of this information was too groundbreaking, which only made you even more curious about wonwoo. it seemed like he'd specifically go out of his way to avoid you, stuttering like crazy when you'd try and make conversation and attempting to work separately any time you were assigned to photograph at the same locations.

all this only made your current situation all the more interesting, as you now found yourself at wonwoo's door, pondering on whether to knock on the door or not.

for some backstory, it was finally the end of your junior year of college, meaning that most of the work necessary for the production of the yearbook had been completed. all that needed to be done now solely consisted of editorial stuff as you finessed the final product.

this meant that you'd have to meet up with wonwoo to collaborate on the overlay of the yearbook, with the two of you being assigned the duty due to having worked together for most of the past two semesters.

you had jumped at this opportunity, entirely too interested in the shy, glass-clad boy. as embarrassed as you were to admit it, you had developed a bit of a crush on wonwoo. his constant stuttering and nerves around you gave you a strange thrill you had never experienced before. maybe you had a thing for losers, who knew.

and so you decided that now that you had this opportunity to visit wonwoo, being able to get him alone, you'd have a little fun.

yeah, maybe you had put on the tiniest clothes you could get away with wearing out in public. and yes, maybe you had worn that lipgloss you had once seen wonwoo eyeing on you. but could you be blamed? the thought of breaking him excited you too badly, completely sure but now that he must've held a bit of a crush on you (at least based on his constant nerves around you).

finally knocking on the door, you waited a few moments before a messy-haired wonwoo opened the door, giving you a sheepish smile as he welcomed you in.

his apartment was clean, but you could still tell that this had been a rushed effort, being able to spot some clothing misplaced and a few bowls scattered on some pieces of furniture. other than that, it seemed like wonwoo was likely cleaner than the average male college student.

after quietly looking around, you finally turned to wonwoo, who had been watching you quietly as his hands anxiously played with the oversized sleeves of the cardigan he was wearing.

"do you wanna work in your room or on the couch?", you asked.

somehow, you had caught him off guard, making him stumble over his words before muttering that his bed would be better, as it was bigger.

entering his room, you couldn't help a silent giggle at how predictable it looked, filled with star wars and marvel posters on the wall, along with some figurines. the room also included a clearly expensive pc and a few gaming consoles, obviously accompanied by a gaming chair.

liberally taking a seat in the middle of his bed, you allowed your skirt to flow highly enough for your legs to become exposed. you grinned to yourself when wonwoo took a seat beside you, gulping at the sight before opening his macbook on his lap.

once again, without any invitation, you scoot closer to him to get a better view, enjoying the intake of breath you heard from the boy.

after that, you actually worked together for a while, quietly discussing what content you'd leave in and what you'd take out. it was quite enjoyable, actually. you had known wonwoo to have a great creative eye, having seen his photography before, but it surprised you that he was just as good at graphic design.

you voiced this praise to him, making him chuckle awkwardly as he shook his head in denial.

"no, i'm serious, wonwoo. you're so good at this," you repeated.

"ah, n-no, it's just- i'm not that good," he muttered, lowering his head a bit and keeping his eyes on the screen to avoid looking at you.

no, this just wouldn't do.

going on a leap, you scoot even closer, now with your side completely pressed up against his own. bringing your hand up to his chin, you made him face you, smiling at the clear panic in his face.

"wonwoo ... why can't you take my compliment? hmm? you don't believe me?", you murmured, keeping your distance far too small as you awaited his answer.

"i-it's not that, it's just that-"

cutting off his muttering, you continued, "want me to show you? show you that i mean it?", your eyes lowered to his lips before going back to his eyes, hoping that that was enough of a hint for him to know what you meant.

gulping again, his eyes looked to your lips too, looking back up before parting his lips, attempting to make some sort of sound but failing, simply whimpering pathetically.

his whimper was enough to ruin you, making you close the gap between you with a soft kiss.

pathetically, he whined against you as you did all the work, leaving soft kisses against his lips up until your tongue made use of the small gap of his lips, sneaking in and encouraging him to follow along in your movements.

you sighed softly against his lips, wanting nothing more than to encourage his kisses. when he finally began kissing back, you repositioned yourself on the bed, pushing off the laptop and kneeling in front of him without ever breaking the kiss. like a good boy, he followed you in your movements, allowing you to lay him down on the bed as you climbed over him.

pulling away, you chuckled against his lips as he pathetically followed your lips with a whine, hands uncharacteristically holding onto your hips as he held you against him.

"wonwoo," you breathed out against his lips, "is it okay if i take off my clothes, baby?"

"y-yes, fuck. please. i- i mean, you don't have to, but, fuck, i-"

"shhh. it's okay, baby. i'll take them off, yeah? then it's your turn," you reassured, throwing off your skimpy summer dress before snapping off your bra and struggling your way out of your panties before sitting back on him.

the sight of the nerdy boy under you as he salivated over every new inch of skin you exposed to as laughable. his eyebrows were furrowed in the a manner that made it look like he was in pain. his breathy gasps at the revelation of your breasts had given you a huge ego boost, making you play with them for a bit for his viewing satisfaction. after that you leaned down again, going back to what had first started all this.

"you're so pretty, wonwoo ... so talented and nice and pretty. my pretty nonu," you breathed into his lips, giving him no chance to respond.

he still did his best, shaking his head, insisting that you were the pretty one. that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

"n-no, you ... you're so pretty fuck, i- i've always wanted you ... fuck, is that, is that okay? always thought you were the prettiest girl ... get so nervous around you," he confessed, sighing when your arms went under his shirt, toying at his nipples before helping him remove his cardigan and shirt.

now shirtless, you practically salivated over his body, feeling him up like you were entirely depraved of touch. he was far more buff and delicious than you had ever imagined. wonwoo seemed to enjoy it just as much, letting out desperate breaths as you felt him up. before long, his sounds became even higher and whinier, as your hands made their way to his pants, pushing them down as best as you could before getting a hold of his already hardened cock.

"a-ah, t-that's ... fuck, a-are you sure?", gasped wonwoo, squirming under you like the pretty little nerd you'd been wanting for so long.

"yes, nonu. is it okay? is it okay when i play with your pretty cock like this?", your hand wrapped tighter around him, bringing his member out of his boxers and jerking him faster as he nodded desperately in approval.

"it's so good, fuck ... feels so ... so nice. please ..."

he was already such a whimpering mess and you hadn't even started working on his pleasure. unknowingly, wonwoo was slowly corrupting your mind, making you feel a monstrous need to do every nasty thing imaginable to the pretty boy moaning under you.

with a groan, you repositioned yourself, leaning back a little so you could drag your pussy against his cock. the thought alone made your eyes roll back. and the execution? the execution had you whimpering at the sudden stimulation, falling in love with the hardness of wonwoo's cock.

in the meantime wonwoo had lost all ability to produce any sort of sound, letting out breathless whimpers at the feeling of your cunt dragging against him, glasses fogged up and hands digging into your hips to unknowingly try and guide you against his dick.

"y/n ... oh, fuck ... p-please ... need- need more, oh, please ..."

dry humping could only go so long, but you wanted to drag it as much as you could. the sight and sound of wonwoo begging for you had you on cloud nine. he was so handsome and well built that you couldn't help but become hypnotized to the sight under you as you humped him with no shame.

the pretty mess under you continued to beg, strong arms even coming to stop your movements when the pleasure got too much, pleading at you to please let him have your cunt.

"g-give it to me. please. need to feel it, i- i've never had it before. need t-to know. need it to be you, fuck, please ..."

oh? was the pretty boy a virgin? were you about to deflower the mess under you?

wonwoo should've never let you in on this information, as it immediately drove you crazy with desire. you needed to claim him, mark him as yours and keep him all to yourself forever.

without hesitating any longer, you lowered yourself on him, groaning out at the stretch while wonwoo let out the prettiest high-pitched moan you had ever heard. it was pathetic how his deep voice fell to mere whimpers at the simple touch of a woman. yet it made you tighten around him all the tighter.

your hips bounced on his thin thighs, hand dipping in so you could play with your clit. maybe one day you'd teach him how to give you pleasure in such a way, but for now you just wanted to ruin him.

"gonna cum ... i- fuck, im gonna cum. c-can i? please?", he pleaded, eyes shut closed in pleasure.

it took you a few moments to answer, not wanting to leave him waiting for too long during his first time, but needing to get yourself to the edge in order to cum with him. within a few seconds he repeated his pleas, this time even more pathetically than before. this was what broke you, making you nod and whimper in affirmation as your own orgasm took over.

"such a g-good boy for me, nonu," you leaned down to kiss him, wanting to give him as much intimacy as you could for his first time.

kissing you back, he wrapped his arms around you, consistently crying praises against your lips. he let you know how badly he loved your cunt, how much he'd fantasized about this. the rest got muddled in the endless whimpers he let out.

after riding your high, you laid against his him, ear against his chest as you caught your breaths. his skin was clammy and his heartbeat fast. you loved being the cause of both things.

"does ... does this mean you like me back?" he murmured.

nodding against his chest, you left a few kisses against the skin, "yes, wonwoo. i've liked you for a while."

he exhaled in relief, "fuck, thank god."

your let yourself roll over from on top of him and lay on his side, finding a more comfortable position to cuddle with him.

then you suddenly remembered.

"shit, we gotta finish the yearbook."

it was his turn to chuckle, "let's nap for a while first. i'll wake up and get the final details later. promise."

you took his promise in the form of the union of pinkies, taking his advice of taking a nap as the surprisingly buff boy held you in his arms, falling into slumber quickly after.

~

ironically, you woke up before he did, approximately two hours after having fallen asleep in his arms. spotting the laptop on the floor, you decided to do him the favor of doing the final touches yourself, deciding that this would somehow be some form of aftercare as he regained his energy by sleeping.

shockingly enough, having the initiative to work on the unfinished yearbook spread as wonwoo continued to sleep next to you proved quite interesting as you finally got hold of the computer.

you hadn't meant to snoop, but a folder hidden on the corner immediately caught your attention. you hadn't noticed it earlier, as wonwoo had the computer on his own lap the entire time, but its title consisted of your initials, making you entirely too curious about it.

opening it, you had to hold in your gasp upon finding about twenty pictures of you out and about at each of the events you'd attended with wonwoo to photograph for the yearbook. for candids, they were quite beautiful.

in any other situation, you wouldve been rightfully freaked out. but the thought of shy little wonwoo fantasizing about you as he took pictures of you to look at later only made you want to claim him even more.

looking to the pretty boy softly snoring next to you, you were already planning all the ways in which you'd mock and berate him over it, all while you ruined him under you yet again.

stay a while longer

18+ only content - MDNI

This very literally came to me in a dream. It's just 2K+ words full of clingy dom reader + weak sub DK.

Content warnings: sub!seokmin, dom!reader (afab!reader), penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex, little bit of suckling/nursing kink, perhaps a slight fixation with DK's fingers and his arms and his chest

The bed shifts and a short burst of cold air rushes under the covers before they’re hastily tucked back around you. You whine and thrust out your arm, grabbing blindly. Nothing turns up except empty space, forcing you to crack open an eye, searching out Seokmin’s face in the dimly lit bedroom. It’s too dark to see, and you can catch barely a glimpse of his shape.

“Don’ leave, wan’a hug,” you croak, barely aware and not even sure he’ll hear, but he whispers - something you’re too sleepy to interpret - before he slips out of the room.

Your eye shuts, and the shower turns on in the distance, lulling you back to sleep. The next time you wake, you wake far more gently. It can’t have been more than twenty minutes because the shower is only just shutting off, but there is a hint more light in the room, peeking in through the cracked door to the hallway. You twist your back and stretch across the bed’s expanse before curling up on your side, facing away from the door and wait for Seokmin to come back in. You have a half-open eye on the large mirror angled toward the bed, which allows a partial view of the doorway, so you can see when he tip-toes back into the bedroom with only a towel slung around his hips. To your surprise, you haven’t so much as twitched before he crawls up on the bed and lays down behind you, sliding a damp arm around your waist.

You clamp a hand over his wrist and hum sleepily, so he explains in a whisper, “I have to get ready, but I didn’t want to leave without cuddling you more first.”

Seokmin snuggles in tight against you. His broad shoulders and chest hard with muscle are pressed against your back, a source of warmth and comfort, and you nod slightly and lace your fingers into his over your stomach, holding tightly so he can’t escape you again. After a while, he kisses your shoulder, speaks softly into your ear, “I’ll be late if I don’t get ready now, love, I have to go.”

He tries to roll away, but you hold tight to his hand and roll with him, so all he manages is to splay onto his back, towel coming open. That is as perfect an invitation as you’ve ever seen, so you fit yourself more snugly against his side, toss a leg over his, and run your hand down his chest and over his crotch.

He laughs a little nervously and tries again, “I’m gonna be late.”

“So be late,” you trap his still-soft dick against his hip and rub your hand over it slowly.

“B- but,” he grunts, doing nothing to stop you, “we’re recording. They need me there.”

“I need you here. We'll be quick.”

A blatant lie. The two of you are never quick. He knows that as well as you do, each of you unwilling to rush through your time together, but he doesn’t protest. His cock has started to fill, not nearly hard, but not entirely soft anymore either, and you palm it pointedly.

“Just tell them something… came up.”

You can pinpoint the moment Seokmin gives himself over to you. His eyes flutter shut on a sigh, and he wraps a thick arm around your back, pushing under your sleep shirt to hold your bare skin.

His hand roams your back, long fingers massaging up your spine until he reaches your neck.

“Can I?” His eyes are getting hazy when you turn your gaze back up his body to meet them, having been staring down his torso, watching his stomach flex as you play with his thickening cock.

“Hmm?” You tease, knowing what he wants, “full sentences, darling.”

He breathes out heavily, then brushes his hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, “can I take your shirt off?”

“Mhm,” you bite underneath his jaw softly, then sit up slightly, and he takes it for the permission it is, getting both hands under your shirt and lifting it away from your body. He sighs, eyes on your newly exposed skin, when the shirt is gone, and you laugh a little.

“Like what you see?”

Seokmin licks his lips and nods, keeping eye contact with your chest. You stretch back out alongside him, prop up on your elbow, and slip your unoccupied hand under his head, gathering him close.

“Come here, baby.”

You keep stroking him lazily while he latches onto your breast, and he twists partly onto his side for a better angle and wraps his arms around your back. The feeling of Seokmin suckling shoots heat through you, warmth rushing to your core. You trap his nearest leg between yours and grind onto his thigh, letting him feel how wet you’re getting through your panties from little more than giving him a handjob. Seokmin moans around your nipple when he feels you and flexes his thigh, forever eager to make you feel as amazing as possible. One arm releases your waist and travels down to your hitched up leg, moving by feel until he can run long, clever fingers between your thighs from behind. He toys with the fabric, but of course, Seokmin is a good boy and doesn’t act without permission, waiting for your instruction. You both know what he wants but he’s unwilling to release your boob for long enough to ask for it. You kiss the top of his head and whisper against the shell of his ear. He rumbles in thanks, the vibrations tingling from your chest down to your center, just in time to soak Seokmin’s fingers as he pushes past your panties.

He doesn’t do much more than play with you, similar to how you’ve been toying with his dick for the last little while, not aiming to get each other off - yet - but just to touch and appreciate, to heighten the anticipation. He is well aware of your obsession with his hands, happy to take advantage of that whenever he can. And from the way he’s swiping his fingers through your folds almost luxuriously, he’s in no rush, despite his earlier concerns about being late. Your hand on his dick slows to a near stop, too distracted by his fingers to do much more than just holding him. But when Seokmin whimpers a wordless plea and twitches his hips, you’re jerked back to Earth and start stroking with renewed vigor. He does his best to keep his fingers moving for you while you jerk him off, sliding two fingers in easily, up to the second knuckle, and crooking them toward himself.

You groan and yank on Seokmin’s hair until he releases your chest and his fingers slide out of your underwear. Holding eye contact, you push him onto his back and straddle his hips. You seat yourself so that the head of his dick can nudge your entrance through your panties and rotate your hips, drawing a sharp gasp from both of you.

It works like a charm.

Seokmin desperately whines, "please, take them off, baby, please, please, wanna be inside you!"

His fingers are twisted in the sides of your underwear, nearly ripping through them with his grip, and he looks as though it’s truly painful to be denied the privilege of being buried inside your body. When you don’t immediately answer him, Seokmin’s head slams back against the bed, eyes squeezing shut on a whimpering moan. His hips jerk up, drawing a small cry from you as you lean over him and bury your face in his chest.

“Okay, okay,” you pant, shimmying off of him, “take them off.”

The panties finally disappear, thrown to the side, and Seokmin pulls you back onto his lap, spreading your legs over him and situating you so that you sit directly on top of his dick. Like this, you envelop him and press his dick down against his stomach. The position lets you slide along the length of him, teasing the both of you. Your eyes drift shut when you roll your hips, the head of his cock stimulating your clit. When you finally sink down onto him, he moans, long and shaky, and you drop down against his chest to kiss him. His strong arms wrap around your waist and hold you close while his hips snap up into yours. It’s good, it’s so good, but you know how to make it better. A small wiggle, just a bit, changes the angle, and the next thrust has your eyes rolling.

You smash your lips against his while he builds up to a consistent tempo. The two of you share every breath, are just panting into each other’s mouths now. You tighten your thighs around his hips just to hear him whimper.

“F- faster,” the order is muffled by his lips, but he obeys all the same.

You push back on Seokmin as well as you can in this position. You have some leverage with your knees on either side of him, but he’s holding you so tightly you can barely make use of it, crushed against him as you are. One arm lets go briefly, but only to move to your ass, which he gropes shamelessly, holding on tight and pushing your hips against his harder.

Teeth clack against each other. What you’re doing can’t even be called kissing anymore, you’re just moaning into one another now. Pressure builds in your lower stomach, and you’re practically shivering with the need to come. Seokmin presses down hard and tilts your hips as he thrusts, and you press your forehead to his, trying to coordinate your lips to kiss him again. When your movements prove too clumsy, unable to manage, you take to staring into his eyes instead. When he whimpers and licks at your lips on another thrust, you whimper in reply and tighten around his cock.

“I’m close,” Seokmin whines, “are you close?”

“Mmm,” you bury your face into his neck and nod, then mouth along his collarbone, “come for me, baby.”

With just a few more shaking thrusts, Seokmin does just that. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, warmth filling you up, has you right there, ready to follow him. His hips jerk a few more times as he comes down from his high, but he quickly forces himself back into a rhythm so that you don’t lose the feeling you were chasing. You finally come to music of his whines and whimpers, too sensitive from the overstimulation. When your walls begin clenching him tight, he sobs but keeps moving, so familiar with your body to know how to keep moving to draw your orgasm out and make it as satisfying as possible. You melt into his chest when your strength gives out, and his movements slow. Seokmin rocks into you, measured and intentional movements despite his uneven breaths, determined to ignore his own oversensitivity to give you what you need. Finally, your knees tighten around his hips, a silent signal to stop moving. Seokmin is still shaking, almost violently, and he crushes you to his - very firm, ever comfortable - chest. His pulse is racing, easy to feel with your face buried in the crook of his neck. You’re just drifting back to sleep on top of him when he begins rolling carefully to the side to deposit you in the sheets. Before he can pull out or pull away, you lock your legs around his hips and growl. His breathy chuckle makes you pout harder.

“I really do have to go, love. I need another shower now,” the kiss on your forehead only soothes a little bit of your annoyance.

You hug him tighter, and he giggles at the petulant display.

You grumble, “want you to stay.”

“I know,” he leaves butterfly kisses over your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, “I want to stay with you, too.”

“So stay,” you whine, too sleepy and fucked out to feel self-conscious about how ridiculous you’re being, "just a while longer."

“You’re so cute,” he coos, “you loooooove me!”

“So much,” you cup his jaw, leaving a kiss on his chin.

Seokmin looks taken aback at the sincerity in your voice.

“I love you, too,” he whispers just before kissing you fully.

The kiss continues another few minutes before you finally break away and pout at him.

“You’ve still got to shower again, don’t you, Minnie?”

Seokmin groans and pushes up, his softened cock finally slipping out of you. You reluctantly loosen your legs from around his hips and let them splay to either side, leaving you on full display. Come slowly drips out of you under Seokmin’s heavy gaze.

“May-” he licks his lips without looking away, “maybe I can just record this afternoon with Woozi-hyung instead.”

A whine escapes him when you spread your legs wider, his come sliding out of you and onto the sheets below, “maybe you can.”

His eyes darken further, and his hands press your thighs wider.

“I think that’d be for the best,” he rasps just before he dives face first between your legs.

let’s try this again. you asked for changbin thots— i am here to deliver.

i’m thinking about overstimulated binnie… his chest and face are flushed pink and he’s sweaty as hell his stupid fucking glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose as he watches you suck him off

he’s probably cum like four times at this point and despite his suggestions to eat you out, finger you etc (my man is just trying to get you OFF his cock aldnqljdkwf), you’ve decided that tonight is all about him—which means you’re gonna make him cum till he goes numb from the waist down make him cum till he cries make him cum till he passes out etc etc etc

and he does cry!! god he’d be so bad at hiding it too just sniffling mumbling whatever incoherent shit to try to get you to ease up on the torture and he’s trying to act so macho about it like he’s not and actively seeing god smh

I'm thinking one of two scenarios happening here; Either you're sucking him off in the studio while he's wearing like a thick black hoodie and sweats and those pretty little black rimmed glasses he wears sometimes - you've pulled his cock out just enough to get your mouth on him and he's all but squirming in his chair, head tipped back and puffy lips parted in awe at the way your mouth feels around him. And he's so weak for how wet and warm your tongue is, hot over his cock and licking away any cum that dares dribble out of his ruddy pink tip. (I'm saying it's pink just for Lyric, so if you see this - I saw ur reblog girl.)

And he's in shambles. He's actually whimpering, his ears and cheeks a bright rosy red that compliments his tanned skin tone so fucking well - flushed so bright because of how you suck the living soul out of him and refuse to pull off his cock even when he's already come twice down your throat. The next, he'll coat your cheeks and lips - and the sight alone of you with his cum all over your face will make more leak out and spurt over your tongue when you giggle up at him.

Or - He's in the dressing room, backstage of a performance and wearing those cute little wide-rimmed glasses that barely even have a frame but have the sparkles/glitter decorating them - and he's so cute, teary eyed and laying the thick muscle of his arm over his face because he's actually sobbing.

He loves when you do this to him; When you drag your tongue over the underside of his cock and look up at him with your pretty eyes, locking with his own that are glassy as tears stream down his round cheeks. And he's huffing, trying so hard not to cry but he can't help it when you're constantly overstimulating him. And where they guys could see, too? God - He's weak for you. Weak for the way you take him into your throat and swallow around the fat head of his cock until he's leaking all over again, dribbling cum over your tongue and forcing you to swallow it down. He's weak for the way you dip your head down to suck his balls into your mouth and lathe over them with your tongue, giving every part of him attention and making sure nothing goes untouched.

Well, he's weak for your mouth more than anything.

Bonus : There was one incident where he actually lost feeling in both legs because of how overstimulated he was just from your mouth and throat - and he's been so antsy ever since then. Part of him is scared it'll happen again and part of him craves that feeling one more time. Either way - he enjoyed it when it happened. He just can't find another excuse to tell Chris when he comes back to the studio to see Changbin basically immobile on the couch with you nearby just pink in the cheeks.

strong muscular men tied up just for you to play with and make a mess of. you love how they squirm, you both know he’s not gonna get outta there anytime soon…. you need to torture his nipples and tip first.

— honey, changbin.

🏷️ sub!changbin, dom!gn!reader, dry humping, he’s delirious

the room feels hotter than it is. the friction between his thighs slotted between yours, his palms planted on your own with fingers intertwined, the sweat rolling down your still-clothed bodies; it’s all much. changbin continues to rock his hips closer and closer to your crotch, desperation showering over him.

“my honey,” you say. you kiss him as he moans.

for whatever reason, changbin melts at that term of endearment. he’s your honey, as sweet as can be. he’s a bear and a bee, soft and fuzzy and warm, but you make him feel like a bruin and a wasp under your fiery touch.

you tighten your grasp on his hands, caging his strong yet pudgy fingers in yours. you lean into his ear and whisper quiet moans, teasing him as he desperately ruts harder and harder onto you.

the fabric between your parts and his is incredibly annoying, frustrating changbin to the point that he could rip it all off to love you better — but he doesn’t. he could, but he also can’t, restrained by nothing but his own weakness. he just can’t do any of that when you’re right there.

it’s interesting how you soothe him and drive him crazy at the same time. depriving him of his needs while giving him more for his emotions to feast on. his mind is mush, spiraling in nothing but thoughts of loving you, wanting you, obsessing over you.

before he knows it, he’s drooling into the crook of your neck. it somehow isn’t gross when he looks so out of it, eyes glassy and distant, lips dripping and pouty.

“honey,” you call, the name sliding out of your mouth with a velvety tone. “honey, you’re doing good.”

“want you,” he begs, “need you.”

“my honey has to be patient,” you coo. your sly hands slip out of his fingers and find both his cheek and his hip.

changbin sips a bit of his drool back but your thumb prods his mouth agape. he shivers at your gesture, but it worsens into a full-body jerk when you force him to meet eyes with you. the other hand sinks deep into his body, pain and pleasure pulsing through his thick denim jeans. he’ll never know how you manage to do this.

“please…” he’s whining at this point, eyebrows lifted upwards while his skin flushes under your touch. “i-i need you so bad…been craving you, honey…”

you won’t admit, but you love being his honey too.

unfortunately for him, you’re spicy flavored with a dense texture that he’ll have to fight the combs for.

“what about patience, hmm? can’t you wait to be touched?”

he lets out a whimper akin to that of a panicked bunny. it’s not a good noise, but god, the guilty pleasure of relishing in it overrides your system as you spank his hip and asscheek. seems you’re impatient too, but he catches none of it and whimpers louder instead.

he starts drooling again while nuzzling his face into your palm. his lower body movements start jittering, the slow and whole thrusts turning into impossibly more desperate flicks of his hips up and down. changbin’s cock strains painfully against his pants, the tent of his length only bulging out more and more.

it must hurt, but you don’t stop teasing.

“how about we cum like this? just like this? then i’ll let you touch me?”

he replies immediately with shut eyes, nodding his head down, along with a desperate string of “please, please, please!” and you’ll never forget how his body tenses to the point it almost collapses on you.

quivering yourself, you guide his hips with your hand snaked over his plump ass to keep thrusting against you. you can’t deny how your body reacts as well, rocking your own lower half to match the pace you set. changbin’s head falls to your shoulder, prompting you to hug his upper body by the shoulder blades to support the poor boy.

“oh, honey,” you moan. maybe the pleasure spike leaves you fighting desperation as well, but the shakiness in your voice sends changbin’s mind ablaze.

he starts moaning your name like an uncontrollable barking dog. he growls but also mewls, rutting his crotch so close to yours that he could almost feel your heat under all the thick fabric setting you both apart.

changbin’s eyes are crystals with the way his tears coat them. he pulls his head back to crash his lips against yours in an attempt to mute himself. it doesn’t work as he moans “honey, honey, honey” all into your mouth. the hot breaths give you both goosebumps.

closing in on a climax, you feel him weakening in your arms; you figure to continue thrusting yourself onto him as your legs cage him by the hips again.

your minds are hazy, but his is clouded in a horny fog. he loves you, loves you to the point that you’re the only one he thinks about. you’re his but he is entirely yours. he doesn’t mind being toyed with as long as you were playing with him, but best of all, he loves you because you play fair with him. you always do, and he loves that you love him.

even if the clothes feel so fucking unfair right now.

and changbin’s desperation turns into something worse. he loves you, so much that he wants to get fucked by you. he loves you and he wants to see the most breathtaking body that he’s always loved. he loves you and your name is now a mantra in his head. he loves you and his cock burns so much with need that he could simply throw his shirt away and rip his pants with an unbridled strength, but again, he can’t.

a loud whine escapes his throat as he stills in place, ass clenching as he feels an uncomfortable fire beneath his skin. he’s about to cum, but he’s never literally finished like this, hovering over you, about to dirty his own pants.

but for a split second, you meet eyes, and you look at him so sweetly that he stops holding back.

he finishes while hugging you, only to feel your orgasm wash over him as well.

a beat of silence passes. the only noises that full the air are heavy breaths and panting between you two. the embrace you share is warm, so incredibly warm.

but changbin’s still hard. you’re still energized.

you push him off your body with a strength you never knew you had, rolling him over and pinning him down onto the mattress.

lips smack, hands hold each other again, only to reach desperately for your own shirt until it’s lifted swiftly off your sweating body.

you unbutton his jeans with a single feral snap, sliding his zipper down a split second later.

you’re craving the sweetness. maybe you’re the impatient one.

“good boy. now let me pamper my honey.”