My Heart Was Beating Sooo Hard Reading This. - Tumblr Posts
pretty please? ⎯ p.sungho ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
content: sungho x gn!reader word count: 1.7K words warnings: smut, himbo!sungho mixed with light shibari!sungho, edging, reader is a little mean :( .. also sungho begs and cries <3 a/n: i couldn't decide between himbo and shibari sungho so i just combined the two... don't ask me anything. i kind of blacked out while writing this so not proofread, if i go down i'm going down like a big girl.
Sungho is a very pretty person. Anyone with a working pair of eyes can tell that much. He’s tall, broad and muscular, with the most delicate features, framed by his soft, silky hair. Even when he’s in a simple white tee and jeans, he turns heads wherever he goes, he draws attention to himself, simply by existing. But there’s something hidden under that, that outer layer of sparkling eyes and pouty lips.
It takes a while to notice, but Sungho can be rather…dense. The way he genuinely didn’t know the staff had set him and his members up to a game of mafia, because he so innocently thought they were just going through the whole game together. Or the way you have to send him pictures of what exactly you need him to get from the store, or he’ll take your words too literally and buy something completely different (take for example the time he bought you regular pads and actual chicken wings when you were on your period). Needless to say, behind those pretty, cat-like eyes of his, were truly… no thoughts.
“Y/N, can you help me? I think this shirt doesn’t fit me anymore…” you hear Sungho’s voice calling you from your shared bedroom, and when you enter, you see him bent over, his shirt half off his bare body, stuck around his broad shoulders.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his predicament, reaching out to help him pull the fabric off, but to no avail. You step around him, trying to see where the shirt was really stuck, only to see that your boyfriend, your oh so pretty boyfriend, had left the buttons buttoned up at the neck of the shirt. You reached in and unbuttoned the shirt from the outside, the fabric immediately loosening up and Sungho could finally pull it off easily.
My little airheaded baby, you thought to yourself as you looked at the sheepish grin Sungho gave you, laughing at himself for not noticing the buttons on his own shirt. “Ha… I guess I didn’t realise… thanks, babe!” he grins at you, failing to notice the way you were basically fucking him with your eyes. He was topless, acting all sheepish as if you couldn’t see the subtle curves of his muscles, that small waist of his, and the faint happy trail that led to the inside of his pants.
“Babe? Do you need something?” his voice snaps you out of your daze, his head tilting curiously at you. The way you’re staring at him completely flies over his pretty little head, so you simply shake your head, telling him that it’s nothing. He doesn’t know that you have a whole, lengthy list of the depraved things you wanted to do to him.
Maybe he doesn’t need to know, you think. Knowing would only overwork his pretty little head, it’d simply be too much for him. Besides, there was nothing you enjoyed more than a pretty boy who couldn’t think for himself, who needed you to do all the thinking for him.
“C-Can’t move…” Sungho whimpers, squirming around. You let out a small scoff, followed by an almost mocking chuckle.
“That’s the point, pretty… you don’t have to move, or think… let me do all the work, hm?” you purred, trailing your fingertips along his bare skin. He’s completely nude, seated on a comfortable armchair in the corner of your shared bedroom. His arms behind his back, tied up with the prettiest pink velvet ribbons you had.
The velvet wrapped around his chest, right beneath his pecs, making them pop out ever so slightly, with every rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Your gaze raked over your handiwork – his arms bound behind him, his thighs spread apart, held apart by the same velvet ribbon, tied to the legs of the armchair. He was all spread out for you, his hard cock aching between his legs. Sungho felt hot, desperate, squirming against the velvet, soft whines and whimpers leaving his lips, incoherent little mumbles falling from his lips.
“What was that, baby? I can’t help you if you don’t use your words,” you coo at him, your tone so sickeningly sweet, it only made Sungho whine even more. “...ngh- c-can’t… n-need… need more - ah - want m-more…” he babbled out, the tiniest amount of drool falling from the corner of his mouth. You had barely even touched him and he was already so blissed out. All this, just from you tying him up, cooing and purring at him, telling him how pretty he is.
With a sweet smile on your face, you relished in the way Sungho’s breath hitched, the way his body jerked at the sensation of your fingers over his skin – and the sensation of you tying the final bit of the velvet ribbon around the base of his aching cock. It was heavy, red and pulsing, just begging to be touched, used, milked. Sungho leaned his head back against the backrest, a strained whine coming from his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to gulp his pretty sounds down.
“Spit,” you instruct him, your voice soft and gentle but laced with the slightest edge. Sungho obliges, letting a thick glob of his spit fall from his mouth onto your palm - he gets even harder at the sight, if that was even possible. You bring your hand to his cock, using his spit as lube to slide your hand over his length better. The moment your hand so much as touches Sungho’s aching dick, he’s already bucking his hips, desperate for some, any friction his sex-hungry body can find.
“Ah, ah. Behave yourself, or I won’t touch you at all, pretty,” you tut at him, clicking your tongue softly. The corners of your lips curl into a sly grin as Sungho’s cheeks turn the slightest bit redder, visibly trying his hardest to stay still. How could he, though? When you’re touching him so much, yet so little, all at the same time. Sungho looks up at you with glassy eyes, his lips trembling ever so slightly. “P-Please… want- need you to touch me, darling, please,” he groans softly, making you bite back a light scoff.
You indulge him - your hand wraps around his thick length, slowly stroking him. Sungho throws his head back, a strained moan leaving his lips, the sound lewd and wanton. You put the slightest bit of pressure on his cock, stroking him, while your other hand cups and gropes his taut balls. It’s so pretty, watching Sungho lose himself to the pleasure of your touch. He barely has any idea what you have up your sleeve - he’s just taking everything you give him, whining and begging, pleading for you to touch him, to let him cum. Borderline incoherent babbles tumble from his lips, promises of I’ve been good, I’ve been a good boy for you fall from his lips like petals, and it only spurs you on even more.
You continue your ministrations, stroking him while playing with his balls, occasionally bringing your hand up to his chest to roll his hardened nipple between your fingers. Sungho’s chest is immensely sensitive, and the feeling of your fingers lightly brushing against the hardened buds make him croon and squirm so utterly deliciously. You can tell he’s close by the way he struggles to keep still, his neck straining as he tries to control his body. You continue stroking him, just until he’s right there, right at the edge, moans and lewd whimpers falling from his lips like a mantra. When you pull your hand away, Sungho all but cries at the loss of sensation, his head whipping back towards you, his eyes glossed over with unshed tears.
“Wh- why- why’d you stop?” he sputters out, his bottom lip slightly swollen from how hard he was biting down on it the closer he got to his orgasm earlier. You smirk lazily at him, toying with his dick, brushing over it with the palm of your hand, watching as he squirms over and over again. “Not yet, pretty, not yet…” you coo at him, cupping his cheek delicately, a stark contrast to the hard grip you had on him earlier.
Sungho lets out a pathetic sound at your mocking tone, and it only eggs you on even more. You bring your hand to his mouth again, telling him to spit, then using his spit to stroke his aching cock again. Sungho narrows his eyes at you, clearly not enthused by how you’re toying with him, but he doesn’t complain - he may be dense, but he knows better than to complain when you have him like this. “I’ll let you cum this time, babyboy,” you smile sweetly at him, and his eyes light up like an excited little puppy. You tighten your hand around his dick this time, stroking him at a good enough pace, knowing that he’s sensitive from being edged just now, so bringing him to orgasm again would be easy.
“Fuc- fuck… ngh- ah… feels s’good, baby… s-so good… so- so pretty, you’re so pretty, babe,” you know you have him right where you want him when he starts babbling like this, and it brings a sly grin to your face. Your hand doesn’t let up on his cock, if anything, you increase your pace, stroking him and milking him. Sungho doesn’t even care to control his voice anymore, moaning and groaning like he’s in heat. You watch his face with a sharp eye, watching for when he’s close again – when he is, you pull your hand off him once more, a scoff huffed out through your nose at Sungho’s strangled, disappointed moan.
“Wh- ba.. baby, you- you said you’d l-let me cum, baby… ngh–fuck, you promised babe…” Sungho cries out, the frustration of being edged twice making hot tears spill from his eyes. You coo so sickeningly sweetly at him, wiping his tears away, smiling down at him. “You’re so cute, pretty… you really believed I’d let you cum so easily? You look so pretty like this, of course I have to play with you a little longer,” Sungho all but whines even more at your words, his hips bucking, his cock aching between his legs. Your pretty airheaded baby, you coo. So pretty, yet so naive. He had a long night ahead of him.
a/n: two posts in a day? who is she? (she's insane, that's who) again don't look at me don't ask me anything because i, honest to the gods, do not know either. this was a fever dream. a fever vision. ㅡ @onedoornet