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okay i just wanted to talk about sub!shotaro ONE MORE TIME 

I REALLY WANT TO PAT HIS BELLY LIKE WHY.  i made a drabble about giving him tummy rubs and i really want to talk about it again. i just want to kiss his little tummy and make him giggle because it tickles. 

or patting his lil belly after a meal and he goes “my belly is full (*´◡`*)”

yonghee looks soooo pure to me. and like he's gentle??? would love to teach him some things. 🤭

BROO IWAS ACTUALLY READING YONGHEE AND HYUNSUK FANFICS EARLIER TODAY. YES I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOU i can’t tell if he gives me puppy vibes or kitten vibes 🤔maybe a good mix of both. i kinda just wanna overwhelm him with pleasure yknow 😩 im a sucker for lil whines

hiii <3

welcome to my page! here’s some information:

you can call me mirae :]

dom + sub reader fics and blurbs 

i write smut and fluff (i love angst but im so bad at writing it lol)

i don’t accept fanfiction requests at the moment :((

some groups I write about: 

ateez, stray kids, cix, bts, nct, wanna one (ik theyre disbanded shut up), x1 (ik theyre disbanded dont make me cry), enhypen, txt, and more if i feel like it lol 

MASTERLIST

anons:

🗿anon, 🎬 anon, 🐉 anon, 👩‍🦲anon, 🐺 anon, 🍒anon, 🌽 anon

K so I’ve been having these thoughts about either sub!hoon or sub!hee-

So it’s a college kind of environment because I like the college trope a lot for some reason. Because I’m slightly younger than both of them I’d assume it from a younger reader’s standpoint but anything works. You and him get into the same friend group and meet over some shared closer friends at parties but never really talk to each other in the beginning. He’s introverted and pretty quiet most of the time and even tho you’re pretty outgoing you’ve never really spoken to him before. At one point at a party you’re both attending he’s not feeling great, so he leaves to go somewhere by himself (as quiet introverts most of the time do) and you being and attentive bitch go after him to check if everything’s okay. He’s really surprised to see you coming after him since you 2 never talked but y’all start a conversation and gradually become pretty good friends over the next parties.

Apart from obviously drinking (and some 🍃 if that’s what you’re into 👀) he’s pretty innocent and you assume that bc of his shy nature he probably hasn’t too much experience with girls. And at some point you’re just like ???? He’s very smexy lowkey high key? So you more or less make it your mission to subtly seduce the boi.

Now, every time you’re at a party together you always leave lingering touches on him, make intense eye contact (cough the fuck me eyes cough) and when it comes to hugging each other goodbye you purposely press your tits into his chest a little more.

Idk how to end this with but hee and hoon just make my corruption kink go brrrr 😔

OH MY GOD ANON I LOVE YOU

TJIS JUST MAKES ME MIND GO CRAZY

personally i think this would go well with heeseung bc sunghoon seems like the more confident type of guy. heeseung just fuels my love for shy boys.

here r some other thoughts i have going off of your amazing ask:

- every time you gaze seductively at him, every time you press your boobs up to his chests, his heart runs and he blushes tomato red.

- he just gets so flustered and he hides his face in his hands to cool down ><

- when you leave the party, he runs to the bathroom to relieve his painful boner

-he’s panting, letting out small whimpers while he thinks about your body and seductive gaze

-he slowly moves his hand down his hard dick, teasing himself while imagining it was you on top of him, slowly jacking him off

-he lets out a whimper at the thought of your delicate hands roaming around his body

-his hand starts moving at a rapid pace, desperately wanting his orgasm

-after he gets home and goes to bed, he blushes at his dirty thoughts. he never imagined he would be this aroused by a girl before.

-it’s his first time experiencing feelings this strong.

-and from that point on he always goes to every party, even tho he hates parties, just so he can find you

-you host a party at your house, hoping that he comes, and of course he does

- he was so fucking nervous. should he wear a tie for her? should he wear some cologne? he doesnt know what girls like

-anyways, the party comes and the two of you are sitting with your friend group, as everyone laughs and drinks

-you two end up beside each other, and your hand sneakily goes to his knee. you turn towards your other friends, pretending you don’t see him staring at you in shock and arousal

-he puts a pillow in his lap, trying to hide his uncomfortable bulge

-unfortunately for him, you notice this. you smirk and whisper “so cute,” which he overhears. he blushes a deep red

-when the party is over, you two are already in your bedroom

-your hands are roaming all over each other; and he swears his legs are going to give out any moment

-your hands grip his hair, and he whimpers on your lips at the feeling as you makeout

-your knee rubs his clothed bulge as you push him on the bed and crawl on top of him

-all you can hear are the sloppy noises of your lips roaming on his neck and his moans and whines

- he holds your waist with shaky hands as you make dark hickies all around his neck

-he pulls on your top, begging w his doe eyes to take it off

- you immediately pull it off, and he almost drools at the sight of your breasts. he would always pervertedly think about your chest after you hug him.

-when all of your clothes are on the floor, you lightly graze your hands over his v-line, making him shiver in excitement

- you move down to his bulge, which is still begging to be let out of his underwear

-you pull down his briefs and his dick hits his stomach

-it’s long and thick, with a pretty pink tip and veins running down

GOD I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT MY BATTERY IS LOW AND IM IN THE CAR😭😭 I PROMISE I’LL COME BACK TO TJIS

imagine catching san and wooyoung playing with each other and as punishment you edge them until they're all whining and begging for their mommy to play with them with tears in pretty eyes

omggggg

wooyoung definitely initiated the touching LOL you catch them on the bed together, whining and thrusting up into each other’s hands. then you stick a cock ring and a vibrator on the highest level to their dicks . and they tremble and beg for you to let them cum 😵‍💫

enhypen porn links

im doing just the hyungline! sorry no sunoo TT

some of these are videos and some are pictures or gifs

heeseung

sub!hee being blindfolded and punished

heeseung as a maid (picture, not vid)

dom!hee fingering you

dom!hee roughly fucking you

you riding dom!hee (imagine him w/ tattoos goddd)

hee fucking you against the door (pic, not vid)

grinding on his bulge while being tied up (picture, not vid)

sunghoon

you edging sub!hoon

sub!hoon thrusting against the covers

sub!hoon thrusting against a pillow (can u tell what kind of hoon content i like LOL)

you bouncing on dom!hoon’s cock

sucking off dom!hoon while he plays a game

dom!hoon eating you out

sex in the library (picture, not vid)

hoon cumming at the thought of u

jay

dom!jay owning you

dom!jay admiring his work

dom!jay spanking you

you punishing sub!jay

sub!jay being obsessed w your boobs (picture, not vid)

romantic sex w jay

jay slapping your ass

jake

sub!jake riding your strap

you overstimulating sub!jake (pic, not vid)

you riding jake’s thigh

doggy with dom!jake

playing with sub!jake in the car

jake eating you out after class (gif)

sex with an extra toy

enhypen hyung line nsfw links pt.2

ive gotten a few requests to do more so here yall go. which group should i do next🤔 also im sorry if the links are unavailable 😔 twitter is a bitch sometimes

here is a link to pt.1

heeseung

heeseung roughly fingering you

heeseung teasing your entrance

heeseung fucking you while youre full with cum

heeseung massaging your boobs under your shirt hehe

sub!heeseung dressing up for you and masturbating

jake

jake eating you out

you cuffing and blindfolding sub!jake

jake fucking you missionary

riding his face

rubbing you w a lollipop and licking you 😵‍💫

jake getting needy when you’re on call with your friend

jay

jay fingering you

jay fucking you doggy

you grinding on his cock in the car

jay spanking you for the camera

jay overstimulating you with a vibrator

sunghoon

grinding on sunghoons face

69 w sunghoon

sunghoon cumming on your pussy

sunghoon massaging your boobs during sex (those are the nicest boobs ive seen in my life goddamn)

sunghoon overstimulating you with his fingers

yall im in desperate need of help (this is me being dramatic)

sooo on twitter there was this japanese femdom that tied this hot muscular man up w red ropes and was edging the hell outta him w a handjob, he was blindfolded

i wanna find this video sooooo bad but i just cant find it 🥹🥹 does anyone know what video im talking abt 😖

the same creator had another video where she was rubbing this sheer fabric over his dick w hella lube on it

Caramel (m)

Sub!Brat!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x Dom!GF!Reader

WC—4.5 ✧ k

WARNING—jealousy ✧ semi-public masturbation (car, m) ✧ spanking (m!r) ✧ face sitting (f) ✧ degrading ✧ praising ✧ piv ✧ riding ✧ nipple play (f!r) ✧ hair pulling (m!r) ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (Love, Baby, Mommy) ✧ awkward encounter with Yeonjun from TXT

THEMES—smut ✧ established relationship ✧ fluffy ✧ jealousy ✧ good boy turned bad

NOW PLAYING —I Wanna Be Yours ✧ Arctic Monkeys

A/N. I got some sweet messages of encouragement from readers on both wattpad and tumblr after my last update: thank you! Your words and support motivated me to post this sooner<3

M.LISTS—enhypen ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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The mall was packed with people. After Valentines some stores had crazy sales on winter collections since the last major winter holiday was over and the desperation to empty the racks full of winter clothes before it was too late was at its highest point. So, you and your valentine Sunghoon decided to go to the mall. Although you knew the winter leftovers weren't always the prettiest and that you likely wouldn't end up purchasing anything, you thought it would be fun to try on some clothes and just walk and talk since you hadn't spent much time together since Valentine's Day. Also, who knows, you might actually find something nice!

"Baby, you're so sweet," you whispered into Sunghoon's ear, kissing his temple after he greeted you with two hot lattes, one matcha and one caramel — he always picked those two drinks partly for the taste, caffeine and warmth but also so when the two of you were halfway finished you could switch cups.

"Everything for you, Love," he gave you the matcha latte, blushing at your little affection since you were in a very public setting. The only type of physical touch he felt comfortable initiating in front of others was holding your hand or a quick hug, otherwise it was you giving him pecks on his cheek, sitting on his lap or petting his head, which he loved no matter how embarrassed he felt in the moment — your attention and affection is precious to him.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the matcha, content worth the content and also because the cup was warming up your cold hands, but you grabbed his hand anyway, preferring that source of warmth.

He knew his ears were probably red now. He loved it when your cold hand stole the warmth from his.

You swung your hands a little as you walked to your favorite boutique, hoping to find something nice on sale or just walk around and look at different clothes together. But before you entered you were surprised to hear your name. Immediately you recognised the voice but Sunghoon was caught off guard. A foreign voice. A happy voice. A man's voice. The two of you turned around and spotted a man who looked like he belonged in a Kdrama. Sunghoon wished he hadn't been distracted by your touch as you led him to the boutique and that he instead dragged you two to a hot pot restaurant on the opposite side of the mall so you wouldn't have run into this perfect man but it was too late.

The demon with a picture perfect smile walked up with open arms to you two. Or to you and not Sunghoon to be specific. The handsome man hugged you in front of Sunghoon. His ears didn't turn pink like Sunghoon's would when he gave you a two second hug in public. And omg you hugged this man back!

He pulled the rude, good-looking male stranger by his coat, gently separating the two of you.

"Who are you, again?" Sunghoon asked, very confused as to why a male he doesn't know would feel comfortable hugging his girlfriend right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away when I saw her," the guy said with a grin, which made Sunghoon clench the fist that was once in your hand.

"My name's Yeonjun. ____ and I have known each other for more than six years now, right?" He said, looking at you, not Sunghoon.

"Yeah, I think it's been five, six years already. Time goes by so fast!"

Sunghoon gulped. He hadn't even known you for half that time.

"And we haven't seen each other in so long!" the so-called Yeonjun went to your side, entering the boutique together. Sunghoon felt his mouth go dry at how Yeonjun referred to the two of you as "we" and walked side by side with you so naturally. This fucking doucheb—

"Yeonjun, this is my boyfriend, Sunghoon," you made sure to introduce them to each other since Yeonjun got too excited and talked too much too fast and forgot to ask for your boyfriend's name (which was very much his character).

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon," Yeonjun held his hand in front of you to shake Sunghoon's hand.

But your otherwise sweet, polite boyfriend pretended like he didn't see the waiting hand, "Likewise," holding your hand instead.

This was supposed to be his day with you, not handsome Yeonjun's day with you. You were supposed to walk slowly, look around for nothing in particular, arms hooked together (your doing), sipping your lattes until they were half empty so you could switch cups!

The thing is, the two of you were right by the entrance to this boutique heading inside when Yeonjun came so its not like you could pretend you were going to another store to get out of this situation or you would seem rude for blowing him off for no reason, especially since he's been your friend of six years. Or have you two been a thing? Was Yeonjun your friend as in you were in the same class at uni or your friend as in ex who you ended on extremely good terms with or — even worse — was he a "right person, wrong time" type of "friend"? No. He's overthinking it. Surely, you would've told him about all your exes already and Yeonjun's name had never been mentioned. Besides you were a smart person, you wouldn't get into a relationship with Sunghoon if you had feelings for or unfinished business with Yeonjun or anyone else.

But the hug. The way Yeonjun showed you physical touch so easily, no sign of insecurity or blushing. Your comfortable body language, as if you've hugged Yeonjun hundreds of times before.

"Do you remember this?" Yeonjun said, holding up a small pink purse.

"Yes, I do remember," you laughed at the memory.

"What?" Sunghoon looked so lost. You two had inside jokes together!

"After you won a bet, I told you I'd buy you a pink purse one day."

"Yeah. We were stressed kids back," you smiled at the reminiscence. You had gotten a higher score on a test so Yeonjun had promised to buy you whatever you wanted and the first thing you could think of at that time was a pink purse. Since he lost the bet during high school, you didn't expect him to buy it since he didn't have a lot of money and also because it was better to save whatever money he had. But high school was long gone and you hadn't thought of the purse since but Yeonjun remembered.

"Now I have the money to do so..." he continued.

"I already got that same exact purse for her," Sunghoon interrupted before Yeonjun went too far, noticing that was the only pink purse in this section so Yeonjun wouldn't be so rude as to suggest buying another pink purse with another design. Of course, Sunghoon didn't want a handsome man to buy his girlfriend a purse that would remind her of him each time she looked at it — unless that handsome man was Sunghoon, of course.

You looked at Sunghoon after he told the lie, but didn't say anything because he'd also do the same for you if he knew you told a lie to or kept a secret from someone.

"Really? You got her a 30€ purse?"

Now that was rude.

"Well, I really wanted this purse, so the price doesn't really matter," you said, embarrassed your friend would say that to your boyfriend.

"Of course! Of course! If you wanted the purse," Yeonjun tried to save the situation, realizing what he sounded like. He sent a friendly smile at the two of you and started looking through a rail of T-shirts.

After a few minutes of trying to find something that was cute on the sale rack, you called your friend over. "This one would look really good on you, Junnie," you held up a white dress shirt in silk that you found on 30% sale.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think you pull off this kind of aesthetic well."

Hm, how do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at-

Sunghoon walked up to the two of you, "Do you wanna switch cups, Love? I know you love caramel latte and it will get cold soon," he held the cup in front of your lips so you could taste it. He was right, you do love caramel latte and it tastes so much better warm. You smiled at him. The way he showed affection without having to touch, but just remembering any little fact about you and being caring always made your heart melt. You lifted the matcha latte cup to his lips, making him taste too and he did, but not without blushing. For a moment he forgot you were in public and he just wanted to lay down, tangle your legs and arms together and with the hot drinks getting cold on the table as a rom-com played in the background forgotten as you just looked at each other and talked and kissed—

"Guys, do you have anything to try on?" Yeonjun interrupted your little moment.

Then you switched cups before you looked over at Yeonjun. "I can't find anything I like for now—"

"Then you can come and rate this shirt on me. See if you were right that I would look good in it?"

Oh no. Sunghoon did not like this. He had to do something fast.

"Look, Love! You would pull off this dress so well," he half-yelled to get your attention and held up the first thing he in arms reach, blushing at both the dress and at the double entendre.

Your gaze turned to your boyfriend but your eyes visibly went from curious to a bit mad. It was a tight, red dress with a deep cleavage — and it was inappropriate for Sunghoon to suggest trying on or buying this kind of clothes in front of someone else, especially a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. But the fact that it had a lace bra under it, making it look like lingerie, was humiliating. You turned red. Not from blushing, but from fuming. It was very odd of your boyfriend to do that; the guy who blushed when you kissed his cheek at a restaurant when you were sitting alone held up this sexy dress and suggested you try on or buy it in front of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun turned away, awkward, "I'm just gonna go...try this on."

"What was that?" You questioned sternly.

"What was what?" Sunghoon gulped, still holding the dress.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "Are you trying to get punished?"

He remained quiet, tall but so small in your presence.

"Cat got your tongue? Hm? Talk, you didn't have a problem being loud just a minute ago," you whispered so others — especially Yeonjun — wouldn't hear you.

The sound of a door creaking was heard, which made you retreat your hand immediately and turn around.

"How does it look?" Yeonjun asked and scratched his neck as he showed off the white dress shirt you suggested.

"My eye was right. You should buy it," you gave him a thumbs up. Sunghoon did not like this.

"Thank y-"

"I wanna try it on too," Sunghoon interrupted him.

"Oh, sure, I can give it to you in a minute."

"Actually, I think I need a bigger size because of my shoulders so I'll just grab a fresh one." It was Sunghoon's turn to be rude.

He felt a minor adrenaline rush — if that even existed — as he power walked to the part of the clothing zoo where he remembered you had told Yeonjun to try on a shirt you found. At this point would do anything to keep your eyes on him instead of that guy. He hurried into the changing room, changing in just a minute and opened the door.

Your eyes were definitely on him. He had styled the shirt a bit differently than Yeonjun, choosing to keep the first four buttons undone, way sexier than the usual one or two undone buttons. The pure white silk complemented his skin, making him ironically look like an angel.

"You look really, really good, Baby."

It was a modest compliment, since you had company, but Sunghoon already knew what you were thinking as you eyed him up and down.

"It looked better on me though," Yeonjun said in a jokingly manner.

"No, I look better in it," Sunghoon said, "Right, Mommy?"

It slipped out. He didn't mean to say that. In fact, he's never called you that before.

Yeonjun gulped and stood up to go, "I'm gonna go pay for this real quick."

"You're gonna regret that," you said with a voice that was too calm.

"What you gonna do about it, Mommy?" Might as well go along with this brat thing.

"Guys, something came up so I gotta go. I just wanted to say bye!" Yeonjun appeared with a bag and an awkward smile.

"Bye," you said, hugging him farewell.

some minutes later.

After throwing the almost empty caramel latte in the trash, you slammed the door of the car (not hard, but a little louder than normal). Sunghoon had embarrassed you in front of an old friend, your angel acting like a brat. And he was just glad he had your attention.

"Love~"

You started the engine and took off, completely ignoring his cute calling.

"Mommy," he leaned over to your side, putting his face in your boobs.

"Brat," you pressed your hand harshly on his dick. He was hard. "You really got hard from acting like a desperate slut in public?"

"Mhm. More, Mommy," he whimpered in your ear.

"Slut," you pushed his face away with the hand that was giving him pleasure just now, placing his head gently onto the neck rest (still worried for him even when you were mad).

He smirked, ears red at the contrast of your words and pushing and then kindness. He needed more. So much more. Any little attention you had given to Yeonjun today, he needed that attention tripled. He would've acted like a brat much sooner today if he knew you would've taken him home to punish him.

With his eyes on you he undid his pants. He wanted to push the limit. You looked away from the road for a split second to catch a glimpse of what your boyfriend was up to, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being a needy whore," he replied and slid his hand inside the pants.

"Touching yourself without my permission two minutes away from home? You're begging to be punished like the bitch you are," you chuckled and sped up.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned both as an answer to your statement and because of the pleasure his hand was giving. Apparently he loved calling you that.

"Well, you're gonna get it soon, slut," you replied as you were parking.

At that, he went even faster with his hand to get on your nerves even more. And then you were parked. He went for the door in a second, excited for what was about to happen. You got out too and unlocked the door to your place. A slam was heard after you got in. Shoes were taken off and thrown to the side. Sunghoon took your jacket off for you. "Did I say you could touch me?"

Pink spread across his cheeks as he responded with a no, shy all of a sudden. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt just like at the mall and dragged him to your bedroom. He almost couldn't keep up with your steps. Inside the bedroom you pushed him to the wall, a moan slipping out. You tugged his hair and pulled his head back harshly. "Pants off. Now."

They were on the floor in seconds. "No underwear? You took them off when you were trying on your shirt? Slut," you smirked and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of him.

"You know your place." He got over her lap, flashing his ass for her to admire. He had been doing weighted Romanian split squats at the gym lately. This position on your lap was one he had been in before. But never for acting out in public or calling you something inappropriate in front of a friend.

Your warm hand started rubbing his skin smoothly to prepare for punishment and joy. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pear."

"Do you remember my safeword?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Count, if you don't we'll start over again. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said with anticipation clear in his tone. He finally had all your attention on him — and your hands on him as well. This is exactly how he wanted the day to go: spend quality time together.

"How many do you deserve?" You asked to test him.

"Uhm... Ten?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Fifteen it is. Twenty if you misbehave," you said and gave him a harsh spank.

"One," he whimpered out, surprised.

The next one was harder.

"Two," he said under his breath.

"Can't hear you, princess," you slapped his ass cheek rougher.

"Three," he yelled out.

He kept his ground, but you wanted to wreck him for how he acted today — if he wanted to be hurt or just go he should've told you and not been a slut — so you hit harder, if possible.

"F-Four," he stuttered in defeat.

You smirked and brought your left hand to his hair, pulling it.

Your right hand blew him with the same strength as before.

"F-Five," he moaned from the beautiful pain.

Spank!

"Fuck! Six!" He cursed.

"Watch your language," you warned and raised your hand up higher and when it came in contact with his skin it made the loudest hitsound.

"S-Seven. So-So-"

Spank!

"-Sorry! Eight," he exclaimed in a moan so high pitched he was embarrassed.

Spank!

"Ah, nine," he moaned loud enough for the neighbours to be awkward around you next time you see them.

Spank!

"Ten. Mommy, please," he cried out of desperation, not sure if he wanted a break or more.

You were only halfway there, yet his dick already had pre-cum leaking out on your jeans.

"Please what?" You asked and delivered a harder one, knowing exactly what he needed.

"E-Eleven. Mommy, touch me, please," he begged pathetically, knowing you would deny him.

The spank got harder at that.

"Twe-elve," he whined like the bitch he was.

You pulled his head back and looked him in the eyes, "Be a good slut and you might get rewarded"

"Thank you, Mommy."

You let his head go back to rest on the bed (gently just like you'd done in the car) and then spanked him harder to see how much he could take.

"Thirteen," he called out.

His ass cheeks were as pink as his cheeks when you greeted him with a kiss to his temple at the mall.

Spank!

"Fo-Fourteen. Mommy!"

His dick stung at this point. He needed you to touch him so damn much.

Spank!

"F-Fifteen," he moaned, crushed.

He closed his eyes harder, waiting for the next spank.

To his surprise, you just touched his ass softly, grabbing here and there, "You were a good slut for me."

"Thank you, Mommy," his ears got pink at how gentle you were being, petting his hair, combing your fingers through it.

"As a reward you get my cum and if you're good enough you'll get to cum too," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

You pulled him off your lap, standing up and giving a peck to his forehead before softly pushing him back on the bed. You let your jeans fall down to the floor to be long forgotten. Sunghoon licked his lips at the sight of you in black panties. They were see-through! He was so distracted and suddenly the panties were gone and you were sitting on his waist.

"Please, Mommy, sit on me," he pleaded with a made-up sweet voice, wanting to be on your good side so you wouldn't tease him.

"How much do you want it?" You moved some hair away from his eyes, resting your hand on his jaw.

"So much. Please, please, sit on my face. I want to be good for you now, please," he made sure to look you in the eye with a small pout.

"I know you got jealous and acted like a slut because you wanted my attention, but you know I like good boys more, right?" You mock pouted at him.

He nodded fast, "I know. I'm so sorry, Mommy. Let me prove I'm your good boy. Please?"

"Since you begged so cutely...prove it to me," you said before you moved up until your pussy was above his face.

He eagerly stuck out my tongue and put in the tip between you folds to tease you a little and to prepare for what was coming.

"You think you're gonna make me cum this way, bitch?"

His tongue slipped in further and faster to taste your delicious juices. You arched your back slightly at the stimulation, he smiled against you and started nudging his nose gently against your clit. Your hands found their place behind you, on his stomach. You weren't satisfied with the feeling of fabric, so grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up so you could touch the skin and small curves of his abs. Sunghoon definitely had more muscles than that guy. His hands went to your butt and, before you protested, they pushed you further down on his face and so his tongue went even deeper.

"Desperate for Mommy's cum?" You asked and grasped a handful amount of his wet hair.

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations; he was determined to make you cum so good you'd let him cum too. You yanked his hair slightly and he arched his back a little. To show his appreciation he kissed on your clit. Whimpers started spilling from your mouth and excitement and pride started filling him. Both his face and cock were glistening with pleasure and neediness.

"I'm gonna cum."

He nodded and dove in deeper and licked you like he had been thirsty for you his whole life. You pressed herself lower on him, moaning. He held your thighs as they were beginning to shake. His lips sucked on your clit as if it were your nipple and you finally blessed him with your tasty cum. He licked and slurped till there was nothing left to swallow.

"What do you say now?" You asked as you sat back on his chest, catching your breath.

"You're delicious- I mean, thank you, Mommy."

You chuckled and continued with a question, "Who deserves rewards?"

"Good boys," he replied happily.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, you are. Take this off," you said and tugged his shirt, "That shirt from today looked better on you anyway."

He took it off as soon as you told him to. His dick was still standing proud, red from the pleasure and resistance.

"Please, Mommy, sit."

"You think I'm going to let your slutty dick inside me just like that? Go get a condom now."

He hurried to his bag, stark naked in the sunlight from the window. But he didn't care, he just wanted to be inside Mommy. When he got back you had already gotten nude — and that was enough for him to open the condom, put it on and throwing himself on the bed in seconds.

"Don't get too comfortable, sit up," you ordered him as you crawled onto the bed.

He obeyed and rested against the headboard, attention on you. You continued crawling until you sat on his lap.

"Your thighs are so thick and sexy."

"Thank you," he blushed because he'd been going to the gym consistently and your validation made him proud.

"Feels like a sin to make them tremble, but oh well."

You lowered yourself on him until long moans littered the air, both of you sensitive; you from a little overstimulation right after cumming and him from ignoring his pink dick for so long. Without preparation or warning, you bounced up and down on him. He wondered where you get the stamina to do bounce on his dick so well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he cried out.

He saw your boobs bouncing too and just had to start sucking on one of them, hand palming the other one. You gasped. He was very good with his mouth. Your hips moved faster and Sunghoon couldn't keep his moans inside as he switched his mouth to the other boob. He felt like a pervert but he really really loved how your boobs moved up and down when they weren't in his mouth. You tightened your fingers into his hair and made it harder for him to concentrate and suck. He looked up into your eyes through his long eyelashes and started licking your nipple before putting it between my lips.

"My slut."

He let go of your nipple, "No. I'm your good boy, please," and went back to sucking on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Please, Mommy." Kiss after kiss was placed on your boobs as an apology for being a shameless horndog back at the mall.

"Such a good boy."

"Mhm," he mumbled not letting go of your nipple, sucking harder, needing you to praise him more.

Your thighs were trembling, an orgasm coming soon. Sunghoon was close too, but he needed your permission first. "Mommy. Mommy. I-" A moan disrupted his sentence. "Ngh, Mommy. I-I'm gonna cum."

You yanked his head back at that and put your lips on his neck, "Cum for me, my good boy."

He filled the condom with his cum.

"Th-Th-Thank you, Mommy."

Your hips rode out his orgasm and he moaned like a slut the whole time. "Mommy, hurts."

"Good." You continued overstimulating him, chasing your second orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Then you came too with a small bite to his neck.

You laid on top of him, just hugging, breathing each other in and pecking at each other's faces and shoulders.

"Want me to run us a bath, Baby?"

His answer was a small pout — your weakness — and a soft nod.

You got up and held his hand, leading him to the bathroom where you threw away the condom in the trash and swayed slowly back and forth as you hugged, waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water.

"Oh! Almost forgot something," you were confused when Sunghoon let go of the hug.

You smiled as soon as you saw him come back with a lighter and caramel scented candle. 

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"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours"

—alex turner

kissing at jungkooks neck, making his breath shaky while playing with his right nipple making him moan softly

"f-fuck yn~ please" he tugged on your shirt, grinding agains your thight that was between his legs.

"please yn~ touch me more" he said needily looking at you with lost in his eyes.

"your wish is my comand baby boy"

Should I start writing again??

vibrations. // JJK

pairing: sub!jungkook x dom!reader

word count: 1.3k  // mature, smut

warnings/tags: smut, punishment, choking, handcuffs, overstimulation, light degradation, dacryphilia, toys (vibrator) // let me know if i missed anything!

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Strawberry Milk

cw: sub!Felix; dom!reader; reader - unspecified pronouns/gender/junk; kink awakening; under-negotiated kink; cock-stepping; dacryphilia; cross-dressing; cock spanking; degradation; humiliation; exhibition; cumplay - cum drinking, snowballing; sexting; public masturbation/hand job; mentions of underwear theft, omorashi/piss kink; pet names - baby, kitty (for Felix); we start out mean but get a lil gentle towards the end, also we nearly veered into genderfucky territory, but i don't think we really went there, do with that what you will

wordcount: 4,807 words

posted for @skzseasons !S Week event!🌸💕

“I think I’m a pervert.”

Hyunjin makes That Face when you finally make your admission. It’s one you’re used to seeing—the expression he has when Jisung spills another iced coffee all over himself or Changbin breaks the knob off his internal volume control for a moment. It’s the face he makes when the world has disappointed, but not surprised him.

You’re a little offended, honestly—you think your degeneracy could merit at least a little shock—but you press on anyways.

“I think—I think I might have done something fucked up. And I think I liked it.” You leave out how you’ve been sitting on this revelation for nearly a week now, lying awake in your bed with a hand shoved down your underwear and the sight of Felix on the ground playing on loop behind your eyelids.

“Hmm. ‘Fucked up’ how?”

“I-I don’t know, I… didn’t mean to? But…” You really hadn’t. High off the rush of winning, you hadn’t wanted to hurt him or scare him, you were just so caught up in having the upper hand. But the sight of him wide-eyed and fearful, tears welling up in his eyes, had made your stomach twist with as much desire as guilt. “…but-I-think-I-like-making-boys-cry?”

“Well. Yeah.”

“What do you mean, ‘yeah’?”

“You watch reality tv, don’t you?”

“What—what does that have to do with anything?”

“You like seeing people suffer. Obviously.”

“Look—schadenfreude isn’t the same as, as sadism, I—” You don’t know how to put words to the memory—Felix laughing and squirming, sprawled out on his ass and elbows in the wet grass beneath you—you wobbly, out of breath and off-balance, as the foot you’d meant to plant on his chest comes to rest square on his crotch.

“Hyunjin, I don’t think you can compare stepping on someone to watching people have meltdowns on TV.”

“Wait, you stepped on someone?”

“No! Maybe?” The recollection of it snares you at the most unexpected moments—sunlight caught on the fat teardrops welling up in his eyes, blush blooming across his freckled cheeks, the heat of his cock growing fat and stiff under your bare foot. “Kinda…”

“Ha. Step on me, mommy?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

And he does, and for a while you think that’s it. Until Hyunjin’s soft voice breaks the silence again.

“It’s not a big deal, you know? Loads of people are into that kind of thing.”

“Whatever…”

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Look, you—you don’t really know what’s going on.

For the past couple weeks, you’ve been trying to keep a respectful distance from Felix—you tell yourself you’re being considerate, giving him space, but you can’t deny the way your stomach twists when he catches your eye. It’s good manners, you tell yourself, not avoidance.

Right now, being ‘respectful’ mostly just means staring at your phone while you pretend you don’t notice Seungmin slowly hiding everyone’s keys and earbuds in the hood of your sweater.

When Jisung drags Felix out of the room, crowing about “winning the bet”, you don’t think much of it. If anything, you relax for the first time since you walked in the door. The tension melts from your shoulders as you burrow deeper into the sofa, huffing out a little laugh as Seungmin tugs his hand away with a yelp.

It’s possibly the most peaceful ten minutes you’ve had, until the door to Jisung’s room slams open again to reveal Felix in a schoolgirl’s uniform.

No one questions why Jisung just has one on hand. It’s not one of those cheap, costume-y ones either, not some shapeless and skimpy thing made from oddly shiny polyester in generic white and blue. You make a note in the back of your mind to look it up later—there are endless things to tease Jisung for, but any addition to your pile of ammunition is welcome.

The funniest part—because this is funny, right?—is how good it looks on Felix. The cream-colored sailor collar makes his tawny skin glow and the dark green pleats of the skirt swish around his lissome legs with every step he takes. As your gaze makes it’s way down, you realize Jisung even completed the look with a tiny little pair of socks—knobby ankles framed by frills of white lace that make your jaw go slack and your brain fizzle with static.

When you drag your eyes back up to his face, Felix’s gaze is locked on you.

Your ribcage feels too tight for your lungs.

You’re not doing this.

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As soon as Minho and Seungmin start squabbling over what movie to put on, you bolt for the kitchen, mumbling some excuse about getting snacks. You don’t bother to flip the light switch, just tuck yourself out of sight and bury your face in your hands.

Deep breaths, in and out.

You’ll go back once the lights are out, you decide. Lights out, movie on, and maybe then you’ll be able to keep yourself from staring like a creep. You drag in one last deep, shuddery breath to settle yourself, tip your head back and groan, before pushing yourself off the wall.

Only to find yourself face to face with Felix.

His expression is open and guileless, eyes intent on you even as he gnaws at his lip and fiddles with his sleeves. And he’s still wearing that goddamn school uniform.

“I thought… you might need some help…?” His voice is low and clear against the din of your friends in the next room, and you swallow hard.

“Sure.” You clear your throat, push past him to rummage through the freezer. “Yeah, sure, whatever…”

For a while, you almost feel normal again—preheating the oven and dumping pizza rolls onto a baking sheet, pawing through the cupboards for chips and microwave popcorn. Felix doesn’t help so much as get underfoot, though, trailing after you so closely you’re surprised he isn’t tripping over your heels. He keeps reaching for things a little too late when you ask for them, just before you reach for them yourself, hands colliding as he mumbles apologies into your ear. The constant proximity, the heat of his body, his breath in your ear, it’s all fraying at your self-control one thread at a time.

When his fingers brush along the back of your hand for the third or fourth time, it snaps, sending you whirling around to back him into the counter.

“What is wrong with you?”

He shrugs listlessly, gaze drifting to the side to avoid yours, and something knots up in your chest. You’re winding a hand in his hair before you even realize, dragging his eyes back to meet your own. He’s biting his lip again, and it makes you want to replace his teeth with your own, makes you want to make him cry again.

There’s an infuriatingly calm, almost expectant look in his eyes, and you realize… Felix followed you in here.

When you drag him in for a kiss, it’s less like two puzzle pieces slotting together and more like a car crash—messy and crude, open-mouthed and hungry as you push your tongue into his mouth, curl it against the roof and swallow down his gasping little whines. You withdraw just long enough for him to keen like a little animal, his breath hot against your lips, and you reward him by digging your teeth into his lower lip and snaking a hand up his skirt.

Even through the soft cotton of his boxers, he’s hot in your hand, cock already stiffening as you cup and squeeze it experimentally. It’s more an inspection than it is an attempt at real stimulation, but his hips jerk under the attention anyways.

“You’re really getting hard from being pushed around, huh?”

His face scrunches up at your words, but he nods frantically. Something feral and mean inside of you rears up at the sight of him, lips shiny with your spit and twisted in a grimace, eyes already glossy with tears.

“Lift up your skirt.” The speed with which he follows your instruction goes to your head like champagne on an empty stomach, bright and bubbly and warm.

Felix makes such a depraved little picture for you—hair mussed, face flushed under the constellations of his freckles, hands trembling just a little as he lifts his little schoolgirl skirt up to show off the outline of his cock. It’s straining against his plain grey boxer-briefs, a damp spot slowly darkening along the front—all at once, you think of working him up and making him cum all over himself like a pervert, of making him wet himself like a desperate little girl, of watching it run down his slim thighs onto the floor and pushing his face down to lick his own mess off the cold tile like a dog.

“Did you like it, when I stepped on your little cock?” You squeeze hard, watch the way his lips part with a tiny little gasp, then pull your hand away. “Well?”

He nods, brow furrowed, but that’s not enough—you bring your hand down against his cock, quick and sharp. A ragged gasp tears it’s way out of his throat, his hips jerking under the punishment.

“Use your words, baby.” You spank him harder, a second, then a third time, laughing with disbelief at the way his cock twitches under your palm, at the way his head tips back and his eyes flutter shut. Tears glisten along his lashes, salty on your lips when you lean in to brush a kiss against them.

“I-I did, I liked it, I… I…” Words failing him, he drops down to his knees, nuzzling into your thigh as he fumbles with the waistband of your shorts. For just a moment, the thought of fucking Felix’s face with all your friends just one room over sends wild thrill skittering up your spine, has you nearly ready to let him do as he pleases.

Instead, you slap his hands away and grab him by the hair again to drag him upright, his hands scrambling to grab onto your sweater as he half-climbs up your body.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Did I tell you that you could touch me?”

“N-no…”

“You can touch me when you’ve earned it, do you understand?”

He nods, and you tighten your grip, pulling a whine from him as the motion tugs at his scalp.

“I’m going to give you a chance to earn it. And to calm down, because,” you draw back to look him up and down with an arched brow. “I’m sure you don’t want to walk out in front of everyone looking like a desperate little slut, do you?”

“No—no, please…” He shakes his head, and you loosen your grip on his hair with a smile.

Abandoning him to make your way to the fridge, you rummage around with a gentle hum, taking your time as you listen to him rock nervously back and forth against the counter. You resurface with a carton of milk in one hand and a bottle of syrup in the other, return to set them on the counter on either side of Felix, trapping him in your arms at the same time.

“You’re going to make strawberry milk for everyone. That is why you’re taking so long. But first…” You reach past him into the cupboard, pull out a glass and a straw twisted into the shape of a heart and filled with silver glitter and hold them up with a wry smirk. “…you’re going to jerk your little cock off into your cup and then fill it up the rest of the way with milk. When you’re done making enough for everyone else, you’re going to bring them all out to us, and you’re going to drink yours in front of everyone. Understand?”

He nods again, before he catches himself—“yes! Yes, m—yes, I understand— ”

“Good.” You file away the little stumble in his words for later, and then a wicked thought occurs to you. “Hm. Before you finish your glass, you’re going to do one more thing—you’re going to offer me a sip, so I know you made it right.”

It takes a moment, but you watch as Felix’s eyes go wide, lips parting, as your last order slowly settles in. Not even the shriek of the stove timer cuts through his hazy expression, and once you’re done pulling out the pizza rolls and shutting off the oven, you give in to the urge to drop a quick, smacking kiss onto his worried little mouth before you leave him.

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When Felix pops back out of the kitchen, only one glass in hand, a part of you wilts a little in disappointment—only to perk up like a seedling in the rain when you realize he’s making his way toward you, sparkly little straw twirling between his fingertips.

“Try it?” There’s a sly little smile curling up the corners of his mouth as he holds the drink out; it makes you want to bend him over your knee to spank it off his face, almost as much as you want to thread your fingers through his hair and drag him in for a kiss.

You let him lift the cup to your face, angle the straw to your lips himself, and you suck. Syrupy strawberry and bitter cum bloom across your tongue, so cloying and filthy it makes your heart nearly skip a beat, sends a rush of heat straight between your legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you barely notice as Jisung whines for a taste and Felix tells him snottily that he can wait with everyone else.

“How is it?” Felix’s eyes are intent on yours, and you can’t hold back—don’t want to hold back—the stupid grin that paints itself across your face.

You catch his wrist in your grip carefully, lean in to steal another sip.

“It’s perfect.”

“This is nepotism,” Jisung declares indignantly, and you laugh as Felix skips back to the kitchen.

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Even with the lights off, you can tell how restless Felix is. He’s always a little fidgety, a squirmy, squeaky little duck of a boy, but he’s in rare form tonight—you can see him twirling his straw and wiggling into the couch cushions even as you keep your eyes trained on the movie. When Minho smacks his knee, scolds him for thumping his ankle against the sofa, you have to struggle to tamp down your smile. No one’s really noticed, you’re sure, but it’s so obvious—he’s a mess, and it’s all for you.

A spark of inspiration hits, and you slide your phone out of your pocket to tap out a quick message.

You: are you enjoying your drink?

You can tell the moment he gets your message, eyes widening as he hops up in his seat. He fumbles at his pocket, glass thumping down hard on the side table as he drags his phone out, and when his eyes dart up from your message to meet your own, you don’t shy away. It’s only when he shrinks down, curling in on himself as he clutches his phone like a lifeline, that you let your focus drop back down to your own.

It’s hard not to hold your breath as you wait for the buzz of your phone, hard not to immediately pop it open when the notification pops up on your screen. Just because he’s the most interesting part of your night—of your month, honestly—doesn’t mean you need to act so eager for him.

felix🐣: i wish it tasted like you 🥺

It would be annoying, the way six words and a stupid emoji knock the breath of your lungs, but you’re too preoccupied with the image of him on his knees, tongue out and eyes hazy and hungry for you, too preoccupied with nearly regretting your choices back in the kitchen.

You squeeze your thighs together and draw in an unsteady breath. You don’t look up at Felix.

You: you don’t even know what i taste like, tho

You: or do you?

You: have you been bad, kitty? have you been pawing through my things, sniffing at my underwear like a filthy little animal?

Maybe you’re imagining the way his hands tremble, as you watch him from the corner of your eye, but you’re sure you aren’t imagining the way the whites of his eyes catch the light as they widen, or the bob of his throat as he swallows.

felix🐣: i haven’t

You cock your head to the side as you look down at your phone, tap your glass to your lip thoughtfully—putting on a mean little show of doubt for him.

It’s only seconds before your phone is buzzing again.

felix🐣: really i promise i haven’t

felix🐣: really really really reall

felix🐣: :((

There’s something in his frantic denial that tastes like blood in the water to you, your typing barely keeping up with your thoughts as you put your autocorrect to the test.

You: i bet you’ve thought about it at least

You: don’t lie to me, kitty

You: have you?

As you tuck your phone back into your lap, anticipation thrums through your veins, so heavy it feels like it could push you right out of your own body. Around you, your friends laugh at some joke you missed, and you feel at once claustrophobic and terrifyingly adrift from the world.

Then your palm is tingling with the vibration of a new message, and your whole world narrows down to one point of focus.

felix🐣: maybe

felix🐣: yes

felix🐣: yes yes yes im sorry

felix🐣: pls don’t be mad :(

felix🐣: im sorry im gross

When you look up, Felix is avoiding your gaze, face tucked into his knees as he keeps his gaze trained blankly on the movie. The sight squeezes at your heart, makes you want pet his hair and kiss his freckles one by one.

You: it’s okay

You: i don’t care as long as you’re honest

You: tell me how gross you can be, baby

For a long while, there’s nothing. Disappointment sets in—you were trying to be gentle, but did you push him too hard? Was this what was too much? The high of completely unsupported confidence fades, and you’re just about ready to start doubting everything about the night…

Then your phone buzzes. And buzzes. And keeps on buzzing.

felix🐣: i wanna sniffyourunderwear

felix🐣: wanna know what it smells like after it’s been pressed up against you all day

felix🐣: wanna taste it wanna lick your cum off it want you to gag me with it please

felix🐣: i wanna jerk off with them get them all messy

felix🐣: want you to catch me and yell at me and

felix🐣: rub my face in my own mess and tell me ive been bad

felix🐣: sometimes i even think about you making me wear them while you spank me

felix🐣: making me spread my legs for you and

felix🐣: and calling me stupid and useless and slutty and

felix🐣: and making me do othergrossstuffforyou

You read Felix’s messages, and then you reread them at least three more times, thoughts a riot of impatience and want. All this time you’ve spent knotting yourself up with guilt and shame, when what he wants is for you to be even crueler to him, when it seems he’s been wanting this for longer than you could have imagined. You’re going to ruin him.

(You’re going to have to keep ‘other gross stuff’ in mind while you do it, too.)

When you finally look up, he’s curled as small as he can make himself, lanky limbs tucked in and eyes scrunched shut as if he’s bracing for something. You’ve never seen a sight that’s so pitiful, and it tempers the wild, mean thing he’s set loose in you, just a little.

You: oh, kitty

You: you’ve been so good for me. you’re gonna get everything you want, i promise.

You: <3

With that last message, you slide your phone back into your pocket and settle in to pretend to pay attention to the movie. And if the fists curled into your hoodie don’t unclench for the next hour, no one notices.

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After the movie, there’s a wave of drowsy murmurs as the lights flip on and your pack starts settling on what’s happening next. Pretty much everyone is going to crash right here, and most nights you would as well, but… you think that tonight, you’d rather end up in your own bed. And that you’d prefer to not end up there alone.

You stand up to stretch, satisfaction coiling low in your belly when you catch sight of Felix straightening up at your movement.

“I think I’m gonna walk home.” Your voice is just loud enough to carry across the room, a little unsteady, but that’s fine considering half your friends are still blinking the sleep from their eyes. “The weather’s been nice lately, there’s been shooting stars all week.”

“It’s too late to go out alone.” Of course, Chan objects. You’d almost feel guilty, you know he worries—but you have plans for the night, and not even your resident Dad Friend is gonna throw a wrench in them now.

“I’ll walk, too!” It’s an admirable show of restraint, that you’ve managed not to look at Felix until he’s already hopped out of his seat, volunteering himself as tribute.

“There! I won’t be alone!” You flash Chan a shit-eating grin as you hook your arm through Felix’s, dragging him towards the door before your second favorite Australian has a chance to argue. “We’ll be by with donuts in the morning, yeah?”

Behind you, you just barely catch Changbin’s voice, “wait, is Felix still wearing—”

Then the door shuts behind you, and the two of you are alone, set loose into the night.

It really is a gorgeous evening, cool and breezy, with only the faintest promise of summer thickening the air. Felix’s hand is a welcome warmth when you catch it in your own, swinging it as he matches his pace to yours. You pretend not to notice the way he rubs circles into the back of your hand with his thumb, just like you pretend that you aren’t grinning like an idiot.

There’s a calm that settles over you, with the city around you so still and hushed, with Felix’s shoulder nudging into yours as your footsteps echo along the street. It feels like no one exists but the two of you, like you have all the time in the world.

The tension that had you all twisted up, like a rope swing ready to spin out of control, eases into something lazy, almost leisurely. You have the whole night ahead of you, and you intend to take advantage of that. When you come up to a bus stop, you lean into his side to steer him into the flickering light. He’s meek as a kitten, letting you gently crowd him into the corner with no question.

“Hey.” You know you still have that goofy grin on your face, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Hey.” It's not as embarrassing, you figure, when the look on Felix's face is just as dumb as yours.

“Do something for me, baby?”

“Anything.” His answer is immediate, breathless, and it’s as sweet as the fake strawberry that’s still lingering on your tongue.

“Get your cock out for me.”

There’s only a moment’s hesitation as his eyes flick past your shoulders, then Felix is hiking his skirt up and tugging the front of his boxers down to show himself off for you—he’s still soft, his cock looking so small and chubby and sweet in his hand, little pink head peeking out from his golden brown foreskin. He can’t look you in the eyes, shrinking in on himself even as the cock in his hand stiffens under your gaze.

“Look at me…” Your voice is low and lilting as you lean in, drunk on the cool spring air and the power of making someone commit public indecency with just a few words. When he obeys, you continue: “You were such a good kitty tonight. I have something for you.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm. Hold out your hand for me.”

Felix lifts a shaky hand, palm up, and you pull your own out of your pocket to carefully tuck your underwear into it. The absolute absence of comprehension in his expression is so precious, you drag him down for a kiss, soft and warm as you swallow down his breath, nip at his lower lip just before you pull away.

“Wha… How? When?” You take his hand to wrap it around his cock, which seems to have caught up to things much faster than his brain, the solid heat of it through your underwear a wanton contrast to the dreamy urgency in his voice.

“I went to the bathroom, before the movie ended.” Slowly, you guide his hand in slow, measured strokes, watching the way his eyes flutter shut and he bites his lip to try and fail to hold back a groan. With your other hand, you cup his balls, squeezing and rolling them gently.

Under the flickering fluorescent of the bus stop, the delicate angles of his face look nearly too perfect to be real—with his skirt bunched up around his hips and his hair a tousled halo against the grimy plexiglass, you could almost believe it was an angel you were ravishing.

Eyes focused on his expression, you squeeze his balls a little tighter, curl your fingers to stroke behind them and grin like a shark when the motion has Felix dropping his mouth open to let loose a shameless moan. Carefully, you feel around until you find the spot that drags a high-pitched whine out of him, and massage it mercilessly. His breathing quickens, chest heaving under his rumpled sailor collar, and you speed up your strokes to match it.

When you finally feel his balls tighten in your palm, you angle his twitching cock to make sure he cums all over your hand. His release comes in weak, uneven spurts, but it drags on longer than you expected, runs down your skin like warm, sticky ribbons of cream as you milk him dry. You don’t let him go until you’re sure he has nothing left in him, thighs trembling around your wrist and hands pawing desperately at your shoulders.

Being careful not to let any go to waste, you lift your hand up—your kitten knows what you want before you even say a word, meeting you halfway with his tongue already out.

“Don’t swallow yet,” you warn him, and Felix hums against your skin in acknowledgment. His tongue is hot and insistent as he licks your skin clean, laps his own cum out of your palm, cheeks hollowing as he takes your fingers into the heat of his mouth one by one to suck them clean.

“Open up, baby, let me see.”

Rosy lips stretch wide for your viewing pleasure, to show you pearly white cum pooled on his pink tongue. You lean in to dip your tongue into his waiting mouth, his release briny and bittersweet as you finally get to taste it undiluted. Lips working hungrily against his, you coax his tongue into your own mouth, swallow down his cum and suck at the hot muscle until he’s limp and shivering against you.

When you’re finally satisfied that you’ve had every last drop of him, you pull away and tug him into your arms, petting his hair and cooing sweet nonsense into his ear until his shivering slows and he’s nuzzling sleepily into your neck. You go about setting him to rights, tucking his limp cock back into his boxers and straightening out his skirt, before uncurling his fingers to take your cum-stained underwear back.

A quick glance around to make sure the coast is clear, and you’re shimmying out of your shorts to drag your cum-stained underwear back on. They’re sticky and warm between your thighs, and you cringe at the thought of doing your next load of laundry, but it’s worth it for the dazed, slack-jawed look you get from Felix as you tug your shorts back on.

He twines the drawstring of your shorts around a finger, eyes boring holes into the ground, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s pouting.

“I wanna… I wanna make you cum, too…” His voice is low and even, but undeniably sulky, and a sudden rush of affection courses through you as you grab him by the face to force him to look you in the eye.

“Just wait, kitty. We’ll be home soon.” You plant a kiss on the tip of his nose, then grab a sticky hand to drag him back out into the night. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

Being honest with you

Beomgyu (txt) x Dom!reader

Beomgyu and you have always been close friends, who often go back and forth with each other. What happens when one day, there’s a disagreement between the two of you that leads to more in your relationship?

(SMUT ⚠️⚠️⚠️)

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There’s something about you that makes Beomgyu feel different. He feels the urge to give in, although he can be bratty. It’s like he wants to belong to you, to make it seem like he’s yours. It’s not like he’s looking for your validation, no..that’d be crazy…

See, you and Beomgyu have a love-hate relationship. One day, you’re fine. The next, you both are going back and forth trying to see who can annoy the other the fastest.

Meanwhile, you aren’t afraid to say how attractive you find him. Something about his voice when he talks, wether it’s to get on your nerves or simply to just speak to you, there’s something intriguing about Beomgyu.

Beomgyu would never openly admit that he has feelings for you. You’re aware, though. Beomgyu isn’t a tough guy to read, even if you haven’t known him for long. So when you both sat in a diner with your friends , not too far from your apartment, and Beomgyu mentioned that he’s the more dominant partner in his relationships..It was obvious that it was a lie.

“Well I..You know I like to take the lead in my relationships..Yeah, I’m typically the giver”

Beomgyu says casually, despite the looks your shared friends are giving him.

“Gyu…Now, you know damn well-“

You begin, Beomgyu wasn’t convincing anyone anytime soon. Especially not you. Your friends begin to laugh, while Beomgyu looks around confused.

“What!? You guys don’t think I could like..dom?”

He asks, sitting up straight in the booth. All of your friends shake their head, and you let out a scoff. Beomgyu sends you a sharp glare, then looks at your friends again.

“Beomgyu, the day that you can successfully dom, pigs will be flying..”

Yeonjun says gently, taking a sip of his drink. You nod, and laugh softly. Beomgyu looks around, waiting for someone to object to what Yeonjun had said. He even looks at you, sending you a particularly hard stare to try and get you to say something.

“Yeah Gyu I…I don’t see you being a dom, in any universe..”

You say gently, sitting up and grabbing your card for when the check comes. Beomgyu pouts and tilts his head, uncrossing his arms.

“(Y/n), you like to act tough but you know I could probably easily dom you..”

Beomgyu scoffs. Suddenly the table goes quiet, and everyone glances at you. You laugh a bit and lean over the table gently to come face to face with Beomgyu.

“Gyu, I don’t think you could even order me to do something. Don’t get too ahead of yourself, bud..”

you say gently, patting his shoulder as you stand up to go to the bathroom. Beomgyu immediately tries to disagree, but Yeonjun silences him, shaking his head slowly.

When you come back from the bathroom, you hear Yeonjun and the rest of the boys telling Beomgyu not to do something, not to say something. Once you sit down, Beomgyu sits up and clears his throat.

“Ahem..(Y/n)…G-…uh..”

He stops suddenly, and Soobin cringes slightly. You raise your eyebrow, genuinely confused. Beomgyu gives another poor attempt at trying to say something, but then you start to laugh a bit.

When you laugh, Beomgyu stops. He starts to feel embarrassed, and he clears his throat again. Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun and Hueningkai are all embarrassed on behalf of Beomgyu.

“Gyu, it’s okay..You don’t have to prove anything, there’s no use. Besides, if you really wanted I could get you to show me how you really are.”

You joke, tilting your head slightly. The boys laugh a bit, and Beomgyu starts to get visibly red.

“Ha..ha..So funny..”

He mumbles, trying to hide the fact that he isn’t so opposed to the offer. Maybe it would be nice for him to finally give in to you like he’d be craving for such a long time.

As Beomgyu made it to his apartment, he’d wondered why he even tried to order you around. He was aware that he wasn’t even close to being dominant, he wasn’t sure why he tried to convince anyone the opposite.

He laid on his couch, when suddenly a text from you popped up.

Dumbass🙄: Gyu, the offer still stands.

Beomgyu looks a bit confused, he sits up slowly and pauses the show he had going on in the background. He tries to remember what you had said

Then he remembers..

“ if you really wanted I could get you to show me how you really are.”

Beomgyu doesn’t know how to react. He assumed you were joking, but he also knew there was a bit of curiosity behind that request. Beomgyu decided to be a bit risky, you weren’t really being serious right?..You wouldn’t actually follow up on that?

Gyu🐶: whenever you’re free, I’m ready.

(SMUT UNDER)

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You read the text, then you turn off your phone. Beomgyu expects you to text back, to tell him that you’re joking. Your apartment wasn’t too far from Beomgyu’s, maybe 10-15 minutes walking? Of course, you didn’t walk.

Beomgyu jumped up in surprise when he heard a soft knock on his door, he walked the door and opened it slowly. Once he saw you, his eyes widened.

“W-what are you doing here…I said whenever you’re free-“ Beomgyu pauses, looking at the sly smirk on your face.

He starts to really understand what’s happening, and it’s exactly what he wanted. He hesitantly opens his door fully for you, granting you access. He watches as you take off your shoes and place your phone on the table beside the couch.

“First, i want you to tell me how you feel. Straight up.” You say gently, looking at him.

Your voice is surprisingly calm, and Beomgyu finds this a lot more arousing in this situation than normal.

“Well I-…I have feelings for you, romantic..” He says, not being able to even spare a glance at you.

You nod and let out a soft hum, tilting your head. Beomgyu waits for you to say the same, but when you don’t he starts to become confused.

“Do you really trust me enough to do this? Because I will…And I’ll make you feel so good when I’m doing it..” You whisper softly, moving closer to Beomgyu. He nods eagerly, finally looking at you.

“I won’t be..I won’t be bad. I promise, I can be a good boy…” He says gently, which is a total surprise to you.

Beomgyu actually not irritating you? A bit of a change. He searches your eyes for something, even a bit of praise for his change in behavior. You smile a bit and tilt your head slightly.

“I think you can be a good boy..if you’re good, you’ll get a reward.” Your voice is soft, and Beomgyu feels his pants starting to tighten more.

He nods softly, he had always wanted this. He wanted to hear your pretty voice praising him In a situation like this, he wanted to be good just for you.

“Is there anything you really want me to do with you? Hm?..”

Beomgyu listens to your gentle voice, and his mind races with images of everything you could do. Then, he finally looks at you and speaks again.

“I always…well, I’ve always had an interest for like..Thigh riding..” He says gently. You nod and sit up straight, looking at him expectantly.

He looks confused for a bit, but when he finally understands he rushes to take his pants off. You chuckle slightly, his desperation completely turning you on.

Beomgyu slowly straddles your thigh, and he bites his lip slightly. He slides his hand up your side, resting it on your shoulder.

“Any names you want to use?” You ask gently, Beomgyu shakes his head slowly.

You wait for him to tell you directly, but instead his hips start to move against your thigh. He grips your shoulders a bit harder, grinding against your thigh more as he lets out pretty low moans.

“Gyu, baby~ you sound so pretty…Sooo pretty baby~“ You whisper, Beomgyu closes his eyes and nods softly as he grinds against your thigh.

He rests his head against your shoulder, moaning prettily as he grinds harder against your thigh. Beomgyu’s hand gently trails down to find yours as he touches your hand gently, squeezing softly while he halts his hip movements.

“What’s wrong Gyu? Why are you stopping?”

Beomgyu bites his lip and moans softly, tilting his head back while his hips still for a few seconds.

“Don’t wanna cum yet…”

He mumbles, breathing heavily. After a few more seconds, Beomgyu starts to grind against your thigh again. His hand grips yours as he grinds on your thigh harder and harder. His low whines begin to get louder and louder as he desperately humps your thigh. He wanted to feel that euphoric feeling of being so close to orgasm, only to rip it away.

Your grip on his waist throws him off a bit, and he moans as you help his hips move along your thigh.

“I wonder what our friends would think if they saw you like this…Humping my thigh desperately, trying to cum..Maybe they’d think you’re a good boy, hm?…I think they would love to watch you defile yourself for me~“

Your voice is silky in Beomgyu’s ear. For a while, he could barely say anything. Once you pulled your hands away from his waist, he whined and shook his head.

“Hold..”

He mumbles as he guides your hands back to his waist, his head falling back onto your shoulder while he adjusts on your thigh.

Beomgyu’s hips begin to move again in a set pace, but this time his ruts into your thigh are harder. He starts to mumble something, gripping your shirt sleeve gently.

“Wanna cum for you..Like a good boy…can I? Oh..~ can I cum for you like a good boy?~” His voice slowly becomes whinier as he speaks, thrusting sharply into your thigh.

For a second, you think of just edging him again. Seeing him slowly break is what you previously wanted. But, he’s been so good for you. This whole situation made up for a lot of the attitude he had previously given. So, he had earned his orgasm.

“You can cum, Gyu..Cum for me…”

Once He hears those words, he mumbles out a breathless ‘thank you’ as he grinds against your thigh harder. Beomgyu’s movements become even more desperate, his moans getting louder.

“Ah! Than-thank you~ I’m-“ He grips your sleeve tighter, burying his head in your shoulder to stifle his moans. When that doesn’t work, he decides to give up and just enjoy the pleasure. No holding back, at all.

His hips move gradually faster and harder, his moans increasing with each movement. The sound of your praise, and the feeling of the fabric against his cock sends him into a deep spiral of pleasure.

He doesn’t have to tell you when he’s going to cum, you can tell. His hips twitch and he lets out a soft breath, before moaning a bit louder and burying his head in your chest.

His cum hits the fabric of your jeans and joins the pool of precum that made its way there while he was grinding against your thigh. Beomgyu’s grip softens on your sleeve and he pants softly, his hips still slightly twitching after he cums.

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A few minutes go by, and Beomgyu finally lifts his head up to look at you. He smiles slightly and bites his lip.

“Does this mean we can stop acting like we don’t have feelings for each other?..”

he bites his lip, waiting for an answer. You chuckle and roll your eyes, nodding.

“Let me..let me clean you up…”

Your voice is gentle with him now, and so is your touch. You gently reach for your bag to grab some tissues, and after cleaning up the cum on his thighs, you walk into his room to grab a clean pair of underwear for him.

Beomgyu sits on the couch quietly, just taking in the feeling of finally being true to himself and you. You hand him the underwear and grab the cum stained pair, tossing them to the side to throw into the washer in a bit. You sit beside him on the couch and pull him in closer, whispering soft praises into his ear to relax him further.

“I’ve always wanted this..with you…” You say, and Beomgyu turns to you with a smile.

“with me?..” He asks, seeking for you to tell him that it’s always been him. Because, he wanted to tell you that his person has always been you.

At his words, you nod. Your thumb caresses his knuckles gently, pulling him closer into your touch. Beomgyu melts into your touch, finding peace in your touch. Being honest with you, and being honest with himself.

LAUNDRY DAY

Felix x Fdom!reader x Han | header:@/s-trixy

CONTENTS — smut/mdni, poly relationship, sub!jisung, sub!felix, fdom!reader, mommy kink, degradation, praise, slapping, denial, crying, jisung taking full advantage of a vibrating washing machine…

WORD COUNT — 2.5k

© to irockgyu. no translations/reposts etc.

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PAIRINGS; Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

WORD COUNT; 2,8k | marriage au, vacation au

SUMMARY; hot vacation and wet sex makes for steamy seduction. That and the fact that there’s nothing hotter thank fucking your husband in his ass on a boiling summer day.

WARNINGS; Anal (pegging), word slut 2 or three times, praise kink (almost excessive), lots of pet names (bunny, baby, sweetheart, darling, etc.), crying kink, you and jungkook in love in love, married!, jungkook is mentioned to be rich, kissies ;*, sweeet aftercare, jungkook goes deep in sub space, big bad dragon/little bunny metaphor…idk what I was thinking, y’all just in love with each other #couplegoals

A/N; sup you guys! This is my first writing…Uhm, ever. Sorry it’s so short haha. I’ve always thought about writing but never truly have until this work, so, let me know what you think? Feedback I always very appreciated. And constructive criticism, no bullying. Anyways, please enjoy, reblogs would be great :)

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i want bbg seungmin

Seungmin is always baby girl, bro

ALWAYS

I've already told you about my image of Seungmin in a pretty blue mini skirt. 😞🤭

S.o being bratty to yunho and show a little of her dom side by riding him 😩😩

Enjoy the ride

⚠Warnings⚠: Dom turned Sub!Yunho, BrattySub turned Domme!FemReader , Y/n is obsessed with Cosmopolitan!Yunho (such a mood) , they're both switches but they're just figuring that out now , Y/n loves pinning Yunho against things (again , mood) , dick riding, Y/n is a natural Domme , Yunho is the most obedient baby boy ever , Yunho submissive and breedable supremacy.

❗EVERYTHING IN THIS IMAGINE AND ALL IMAGINES I WRITE IS CONSENTUAL AND FICTIONAL , FOR EDUCATIONAL AND ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY❗

Summary📝: It was quite the pleasant surprise when Y/n decided to jump Yunho's bones after the release of the Cosmopolitan x Ateez collab.

Author's Note✏: *screams like a banshee*

Word count📖: 0.9k @itsimaginetime

"Yuyu , baby! What the fuck?!"

"Y/n! Language!" Yunho's giggles can be heard loud and clear in the hallway of Y/n's apartment as he laughed at his girlfriend's astonished expression, her hands holding his as she bounced on the tips of her feet.

"Babe , you can't just have a collab with Cosmopolitan out of all things , look dangerously hot in it and not expect me to lose my shit! My god , Yunho!"

"Oh? You think I looked hot?"

"THOUGHT YOU LOOKED HOT??? YUNHO I-" Y/n stopped herself before she could start rambling. She didn't think he looked hot , she thought he looked so fucking attractive beyond words. The confidence in his entire being, the way he looked at the camera , the way he moved fluidly in that one promotion video. It had her squeezing her thighs together in absolute desperation.

But ... It was a different desperation than usual. @itsimaginetime

She didn't want to be pinned down and fucked senseless. No , that wouldn't satisfy her newly discovered urge.

Those pictures and video clips made him look so... submissive and breedable in her eyes she just wanted to pin him down and-

"Y/n?"

She looked up abruptly. Fuck , she didn't mean to get so lost in thought.

"Baby? You ok? You were zoning-"

He didn't have the chance to finish that sentence as Y/n unexpectedly pinned him against the nearest wall. @itsimaginetime

"I'm gonna show you just how hot I think you are"

"Oh-" Yunho's voiced echoed in the bedroom as Y/n pushed him onto the bed before immediately climbing on top of him.

"Well, aren't you feeling adventurous today?" Yunho smirked up at his girlfriend as she pinned him down to the mattress, planning on flipping her over and taming her bratty wild side.

Not like he'll get the chance to do that.

"Yeah ,you can say that"

With that , just as Yunho was about to flip their positions around, Y/n spoke once more.

"Yuyu~~ , I wanna try something new today"

His curiosity was immediately piqued. Something new...? @itsimaginetime

"And don't get me wrong, I love it when you fuck the attitude out of me..."

Y/n proceeded to grind against Yunho's growing erection, feeling him twitch against her clothed heat.

"But I wanna switch things up a bit... Can we do that , please?"

The pout on Y/n's lips was absolutely irresistible. Fuck , she had him completely at her mercy.

"Of course, puppy. What did you have in mi-"

Y/n leaned down, capturing Yunho's lips in a passionate kiss, grinding against his bulge.

Yunho couldn't help the muffled moan that escaped him. Fuck , why was she so good at taking control? @itsimaginetime

And why did he like it so much?

Slowly, her hands travelled down his body causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.

Grabbing the hem of his sweatpants, she pulled them down with an undeniable lust in her eyes.

"Oh? Going commando? How naughty of you , puppy"

Yunho couldn't believe his ears. Did she just use the nickname he gave her on him? She just called him puppy. And why did it make him so unimaginably horny?

With a sultry smile , she grabbed his rock hard cock , chuckling at the precum running down its length and over her fingers.

"So wet for me , isn't that right Yuyu?"

The tables were fully flipped and Y/n did not hesitate to use Yunho's exact same words and technics against him. @itsimaginetime

Grabbing his dick and without hesitation, Y/n sank herself down with urgency, letting out an obscene moan at the how full she felt.

Yunho's breathy whimper caught both of them off guard, he has never let out such a sound before.

"Fuck , you sound so good , pretty boy"

Another pathetic whimper escaped Yunho involuntarily, he couldn't help it , her words had his breath hitching and his limbs plient under her ministrations.

Y/n's hands traced up Yunho's body , soon reaching his hands and pinning them above his head. @itsimaginetime

"You look so gorgeous like this. Letting me use you as I please"

She leaned down to press a heated kiss on his lips , grinding her hips with lustful abandon.

"Such an obedient puppy"

Yunho squealed as Y/n's lips attached to his neck , sucking hickeys into existence.

Y/n's pace picked up, riding his dick like a woman on a mission.

Well , she is on a mission. @itsimaginetime

A mission to make her man absolutely melt.

"Y-y/n...Fuck , I'm so close..."

"Hmm? Already? Such a desperate pup"

Yunho's pants and moans got louder the closer he got , yet he didn't wanna cum yet...not before asking for permission.

"Baby- ah~ , baby please let me cum"

Y/n felt herself clench at the sweet begging tone that reached her ears.

Damn , he sounds so good when he begs ; she thought.

"How could I ever say no to you , Yuyu? Go ahead, cum whenever you want"

As if commanded , Yunho came immediately, letting out delicious moans of his lover's name. @itsimaginetime

With a cut off moan of her own , Y/n came on Yunho's cock , bouncing a few more times to ride out the orgasm before pulling out and gently laying on top of the man below her, wrapping her arms around him in a loose , loving hug.

Neither of them ever thought they'd enjoy such a dynamic switch but turns out, they couldn't get enough of it.

They are definitely gonna do this more often.

"Next time , I'm riding your face"

Fuck , he couldn't wait. @itsimaginetime

©@itsimaginetime (DO NOT REPOST! DO NOT TRANSLATE!)

This concept really had me malfunctioning ngl-

And for the ones that are interested, my hard / soft thought asks are still open so feel free to share your thoughts with me ☺️💞

ALTURISTIC

Hello, I do not anticipate this getting a lot - if any at all - attention and that is fine. It is more of a self-indulgent piece, but if it happens to attain the attention of others then that is a welcomed plus <3

Warnings - femdom!reader, sub!Hyunjin, AFAB reader, non idol! au, mommy kink, nipple play (m! Receiving), handjob, use of petnames (pretty boy, slut, baby) oral (m! Receiving), rimming, riding ♡

Summary - After a frustrating day at work your pretty boy helps you relieve tension <3

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Contrary to popular belief, working a part-time, just above minimum wage job was not dreadful. At least ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent consisted of rude and impatient customers. Thankfully for you, you had sweet co-workers and understanding managers. So, after encountering a rude Karen that demanded something completely out of your jurisdiction, they did not hesitate to let you go home forty-five minutes early. The drive home consisted of you trying not to cry out of frustration while having a death grip on the steering wheel, and fantasizing about all the ways you wanted to relieve that frustration. The one at the top of your list turned to stare at you in both excitement and confusion as you struggled to open the door to the apartment. Hyunjin laid sprawled out on the couch rewacthing season one of Rick and Morty, his phone balancing on the edge of the coffee table.

"Y/N! Is it four already?" Hyunjin paused the episode - Close Rick-Counters of the Rick Kind - snatching his phone from the table. He tapped his phone to check the time. Upon realizing that you're home fifteen minutes early, a confused frown blesses his beautiful features.

You let out a heavy sigh and slip in under his long legs, placing your hands atop his thighs.

"Are you okay?" Concern now replaces confusion as he attempts to sit up. You gently push him back down and lay your body against him. Taking in his sweet, yet mildly salty, scent calms you down enough to talk.

"They let me go early," your voice was slightly muffled as your face was half pressed into the cotton of Hyunjin's shirt. The drained tone in which you spoke was enough to let Hyunjin know that something happened that you would rather not extend energy discussing or thinking about right now. Instead, he knowingly rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

"Well, do you want to continue watching this with me?" He made a subtle gesture towards the paused t.v screen with his head. You shook your head no and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Hyunjin lay silent as he let you take him in.

"How about I help you feel better?" His voice dropped lower as he began moving his hands further down your back. He rested his hands just above the curve of your ass and waited for a sign of approval from you. You raise your head and gave him a grateful smile, however, it was in contrast to the darkness in your eyes. You sat up on top of Hyunjins lower half, ass pressed flush against him.

"My pretty boy wants to help me unwind huh? " Your tone was almost mocking, you knew the answer - it was clear as day due to the growing hardness pressed underneath you.

Hyunjin let out a shaky sigh as his large hands moved instead to occupy the softness of your thighs. He looked at you with anticipation, which only caused you to smirk.

"I-I'll do whatever you want," he weakly let out as your hands began to roam up his stomach and across the exspanse of his chest, lightly brushing over his nipples.

"Really, baby? Aren't you just so sweet," you leaned down towards his lips, until you could feel the uneven breaths he was letting out. His breath hitched as you applied more pressure down on him and let yourself grind against him. He desperately leaned up to catch your lips in a kiss. Initially, it was sweet, gentle and just what you needed after the stress today brought. But then your frustration resurfaced and you caught his wrist, pinning them above his head. You kissed him with more vigor, simultaneously grinding down in him. Hyunjin moaned and arched his back, his wrist tugging under your hold.

You abruptly stood up, elicting a disappointed whine from Hyunjin. Outstretching your hand, however, shut him up quickly as he took it and allowed you to lead him into the bedroom.

Upon entering you pushed him down onto the bed and mounted him without missing a beat. First you removed your shirt, throwing it with abandon onto the floor. Hyunjin moaned lightly at the sight of your soft breast clad in a simple black lace bra.

You warm hands ventured under the white cotton that so rudely deprived you of Hyunjin's milky skin and hardened nipples. Once the cool air of the room came into contact with his sensitive nipples, Hyunjin arched his back towards you in a silent plea.

"Use me, h-however you want"

You grinned appreciatively at Hyunjin before leaning down to attach your lips to his left nipple. Gently licking, your tongue swirled around the nub before fully engulfing it and applying light pressure with your teeth to tease him. It worked wonders as Hyunjin keened and let out a breathy moan. He allowed you to tease him, alternating between the two sensitive nubs. Something about feeling his body shiver and tremble under your hands and mouth brought a great sense of calm and warmth, just what you were craving after the long day you've had.

As Hyunjin's moans increase in volume and quantity, you begin to descend down his torso. Open-mouthed kisses are left down his taut stomach, his muscles tensing under each touch. You continue to kiss down his navel until you reach the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Your eyes flick up to observe his current state - which is already a pleasureable sight. His eyes are lidded and glossed over, his cheeks a dusty pink and his lips are parted to release strained breaths.

"Such a good, pretty boy. Letting mommy use him to relieve stress," Hyunjin rolled his hips up subtly at the title in which you addressed youself.

"A-anything for you, mommy," you smiled approvingly and pulled down his sweatpants, Hyunjin raising his hips up to let you pull them off all the way with ease.

His underwear followed suit and soon his hard cock lay flush against his trembling stomach. The pink tip leaked beads of precum from the teasing kisses and touches, he was always such a sensitive boy.

Hyunjin lets out a high pitched moan when he feels your forefinger run over his tip. You grab his cock at the base and use his copious amount of precum to slowly stroke up - to the underside of his tip - and back down again. You repeat this motion a few more times as Hyunjin lets out moans, each one higher than the last. You speed up and add more pressure, ensuring to twist your hand as you near his tip.

"F-fuck mommy, that f-feels so g-good," his voice is unstable and you watch his muscles tense and untense in his stomach.

You lean your head down and press a kiss too sweet and gentle to fit in this moment. The noise Hyunjin makes is satisfactory as the moan is drawn out and breathy.

Your tongue swirls around his tip and you begin to slide down his cock, inch by inch. Once you've reached the base of his cock you stay there for a few seconds before ascending back up, pressing your tongue against him. Hyunjin's hands scramble to grip the sheets with such strength you're almost worried they'll rip.

"Nnghh, so g-gooood," his hips stutter as his head falls back.

You bob your head faster, more aggressive and drink in the onslaught of lewd moans Hyunjin lets out. As your left hand moves over the portion of his cock you cannot reach, your right one cups his balls - gently rolling them around in the softness of your hand. Hyunjin's narrow hips raise off the bed as his eyes roll back. His lips parted to let out a pleasurable scream, drool lolling out and down his cheek. He's a mess, really.

You take a second to pop your lips off of his cock, your hands continuing their ministrations.

"What a dirty boy you are Jinnie, slobbering all over yourself. Such a little slut for me, aren't you?" The cocky tone paired with the filthy words only makes Hyunjin's cock twitch and leak more precum. He loves being your dirty boy, your slut.

"Y-yes I'm your s-slut," he can barely keep his eyes open as your right hand comes up - you rub your palm in circles around his tip. The loud moan Hyunjin lets out is borderline pornographic.

You rub your palm in faster circles, Hyunjin's hips thrust up in sync with your movements.

"Mommy! F-fuuuck," his cock twitches in your hold, you know he's close.

Suddenly you stop, your absence causes Hyunjin to let out a choked whine.

"M-mommy, I was close," his eyes shine with the promise of tears as he looks down at you in desperation.

"Quiet, baby," you begin to lay flat on your stomach in between his parted legs. You slide your arms under his thighs.

"I'm not done with you yet, my pretty boy," Hyunjin blushes at the petname and even more so as he realises where this is leading.

You lick a thick stripe over his hole and are rewarded with a wrecked moan from Hyunjin. Your tongue circles his puckered hole, not quite dipping in like Hyunjin so desperately craves. Your hands pull his legs further apart to gain more access to his sensitive hole.

Then, you dive in - rapidly licking his hole, circling it and then letting your tongue slid in. Your hold on Hyunjin's legs tighten as he begins thrashing about uncontrollably.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Hyunjin is breathing hard as he feels the coil tightening in his stomach. You tongue-fuck his tight hole whilst simultaneously stroking his cock with your right hand.

"Nngh - fuck mommy, I-I'm gonna c-cum - fuuck," tears spill over the brims of his eyes as he's overwhelmed with pleasure. His shaking legs tighten around your head as you quicken your ministrations.

"C-can I please cum?" His eyes are wild and desperate, like he will scream if you deny him his release. Fortunately, you're just as desperate to watch him unravel - to watch as his beautiful face twist in pleasure.

"Cum for mommy, pretty boy," you hum against his hole. The vibrations ring through him and bring him another wave of pleasure. That combined with your tongue repeatedly plunging in and out, and your quick strokes on his cock has Hyunjin's toes curling as he screams out your name. His eyes squeeze shut, tears racing down his cheeks. His whole body convulses like a man possesed as you help him through his intense orgasm. Thick ropes of his cum paint his quivering stomach.

Once he has stopped shaking you sit up and slide off the end of the bed. You take your pants off and throw them to join the other discarded items of clothing on the floor. Hyunjin watches you in a dazz as you search the bedside table for a condom.

He whimpers when he sees you open it.

"Can you handle it baby?"

He gives a weak nod of confirmation and you give him a quick, but loving, kiss before leaning back to roll the condom over his semi-hard cock.

"Such a good boy, taking mommy's pussy after cumming so much," you coo as you slide your wet slit over his tip. Hyunjin looks like he's going to cry at the feeling. The sensation both pleasureable and painful.

"I'm going to put it in now, baby," you pull yourself up, lining up with Hyunjin's cock before slowly sinking down. With each inch you feel yourself stretch, a satisfied sigh escapes your parted lips. You feel Hyunjin's cock twitch as you bottom out on him. Slowly, you rise up and sink back down.

"A-aahh," Hyunjin lets out weak, breathy moans at the feeling of your tightness engulfing him. The overwhleming pleasure makes him delirious as his hands squeeze your hips.

Lost in your own pleasure, you roll your hips forward, feeling his cock perfectly rubbing against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck Jinnie, such a perfect cock -mmph - you make mommy feel so good," the praise has Hyunjin rolling his own hips up, intensifying the pleasure you're already feeling.

You build a steady rythm, bouncing up and down on his cock. Your nails run down his chest, stopping to flick his nipples. To which Hyunjin throws his head back into the pillows and lets out a throaty moan.

Your hand runs back up over his nipple to rest briefly on his exposed throat. Hyunjin's eyes shoot open and he looks at you with a desperate plea in his eyes. You apply pressure to the sides of his throat and Hyunjin feels like he's going to cum again. His hips roll up against yours - meeting your movements half way. Feeling your own orgasm approaching, you remove your hand from around Hyunjin's throat and dip your fingers into his mouth. Hyunjin immediately swirls his tongue around your fingers, doe eyes brimming with tears.

Then, you take the saliva coated fingers and reach down to rub fast and needy circles around your clit. The action just adding to the immense pleasure you're experiencing right now. Hyunjin moans loudly at the sight and his hands grip your hips tighter as he feels his second orgasm approaching

"I-I'm, nnghhh, gonna c-cum again - aaahh," Hyunjin reaches his right hand forward to replace your own and begins rubbing tight circles on your sensitive clit. Your own moans rise in volume as you begin to drown in pleasure.

"F-fuck Jinnie - mmmpphh - I'm c-cumming," with that, Hyunjin plants his feet flat on the bed and pounds up into you, while quickly rubbing your clit. The pleasure is blinding as you scream out his name - mixed in with some breathy moans. Hyunjin continues pounding into you throughout your orgasm, the tightening of your walls triggers his second orgasm of the night. His whole body convulses under you, his mouth parted in a silent scream. His eyes roll back as does his head, his forehead slick with sweat.

You fall forward ontop of Hyunjin as you both gasp for air. Your lips engage in a fiery, passionate kiss.

"I love you," he whispers hoarsely.

"And I love you," you whisper back, smiling down at your lover.

Such a sweet boy he is, helping you de-stress. Hyunjin always was an alturistic person.

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Well, that concludes the horny thoughts that continuosly cloud my brain. It's one am and this is what I'm doing :') Anyway, enjoy - whether that be myself just re-reading this when Hyunjin inevitably haunts my mind again, or if someone made it this far :)))

PAIN IN THE ...

Hello! I am back to indulge in my never-ending thoughts about Hyunjin!

Warnings: Pegging, rimming, fingering (m!receiving), mommy kink, spanking, light choking, orgasm denial, degrading, use of petnames (baby, baby boy, pretty boy), aftercare ♡

Summary: After constantly distracting you while you're trying to finish your assignment, you finally have enough and fuck some sense into your pretty boy.

Word count: 3.k

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Two hours. Two damn hours of study time is all you asked for. You had an assignment you would like to complete early so you could have more leisure time, however, your concentration was interrupted every ten - fifteen if you were lucky - minutes by a very needy Hyunjin. You warned him that you wouldn’t be able to give him all of your attention, as you needed some time to finish your assignment. This was met with a disapproving pout and pleading eyes. To which you ignored and said you only needed two hours to knock out this assignment. The constant interruptions and inability to entertain himself for the requested time had led to him being in this position right now. Naked and bent over your thighs, shaking hands planted on the ground. Hyunjin whined as he felt the stinging from your previous slap reverberate through his left ass cheek. 

“I asked you so nicely, pretty boy, let me finish my assignment and then I could play with you. But you just had to be a needy little slut, didn’t you,” the mocking tone in which you used to spit your words had Hyunjin whining and subtly rubbing his flushed cock against your thighs. 

“I-I’m sorry, mommy,” Hyunjin felt tears gather along the waterline of his lashes. 

You exhaled a disappointed sigh, to which Hyunjin took as a sign to brace himself as he knew what was coming next.

As he expected, you raised your arm and brought it down to slap his reddening cheek. The force of the hit had Hyunjin rocking forward - causing his cock to rub pathetically against your clothed thigh. The pain and pleasure mixed to create the perfect sensation for Hyunjin, he was a slut for pain. 

“What number are we on now, Jinnie?” You soothed your soft palm over his stinging cheek, a tender and loving motion that had Hyunjin’s heart racing. 

“T-twelve,” his words were weak and unstable as he tried to ignore the constant throbbing of his cock. It was so unbearably hard, leaking great amounts of thick, sticky precum. You could feel the liquid seeping through your pants, making a mess.

“Only three more okay?” Hyunjin knew not to be fooled by the softness of your voice. 

 Repeated spanks redden Hyunjin’s cheeks - one slap to each cheek then an especially harsh one on his upper thighs. 

“H-haaah,” Hyunjin winced at the last slap.

You cooed to silence Hyunjin’s quiet whimpers and whines, allowing him time to recover and gather himself before his punishments proceeded. 

“You took that like a good boy, Jinnie," the praise had Hyunjin rubbing the head of his leaking cock against you.

“But don’t think your punishment is over, pretty,” your fingers slither into Hyunjin’s soft locks of hair, firmly grasping a handful and pulling him up.

The sound Hyunjin lets out is strained and high pitched. His eyes are wide with confusion and excitement as he sees the lack of patience in yours. 

“Stand.” 

Hyunjin obeys your command and stands in front of you, giving you a perfect view of his perfect cock. Only now can you both really see just how affected Hyunjin was by the spanking. A copious amount of precum coating your pants, and even more runs down his cock and thighs. You laugh at the pathetic sight, causing Hyunjin to blush and look down in shame. 

“What a dirty boy you are, getting so turned on from the pain. You’re just a little slut, aren’t you baby?” Hyunjin tries to look nonchalant, unaffected by your degrading words, but the very obvious twitch of his cock gives him away. 

“Aren’t you baby?” You repeat yourself, hand grabbing the base of his cock. 

Hyunjin’s knees buck and his hips thrust forward.

“Nggh - yes I’m a s-slut, your slut," you smile approvingly at him and use his precum as lubricant, slowly sliding your hand up his cock. Your hand circles around his tip before descending again, and then up to repeat the motion. Hyunjin’s hands grab onto your shoulders to ground himself, his mind going blank from the pleasure. Your hand gains speed, stroking him with a tighter grip that has Hyunjin moaning loudly and thrusting his hips forward. Hyunjin’s head tips back, mouth open, as your other hand fondles his balls. 

“F-fuck, mommy that feels s-so good,” the ‘good’ is drawn out as you give a light squeeze to his balls. You observe Hyunjin’s reactions, watching for the telling signs that he’s about to cum. You know he’s close as his legs begin to shake, his grip on your shoulders thightens and his cock twitches in your hold. 

“M-mommy I’m gonna c-cum.” 

You pull your hands off of Hyunjin, causing Hyunjin to nearly cry as he feels his impending orgasm fade. His sobs come to a halt once he sees the dark look in your eyes. 

“You think you deserve to cum that easily?” You scoff and stand up, although Hyunjin’s tall frame hovers above you, he feels incredibly small right now. 

“Get on the bed. All fours,” Hyunjin immediately complies and holds up his shaking body with his palms resting on the soft sheets of your bed. 

“Such a pretty ass, Jinnie. And a pretty cock to. It's too bad you’re such a bad boy that doesn’t know how to follow simple commands,” Hyunjin can feel your presence behind him, eyes boring into his exposed hole and leaking cock that hangs heavy between his legs. 

The bed dips under the weight of your body, Hyunjin’s breathing quickens as he anticipates your next move. The feeling of your soft hands grabbing a hold of each cheek has Hyunjin wincing due to the sensitivity from your earlier ministrations. Your tongue teases his hole, swirling around but never entering. Hyunjin feels his impatience growing, but he knows not to rush you. Finally you enter his needy hole, earning a moan of relief from Hyunjin. With shallow thrust, your tongue slowly ventures inside of his greedy hole. Hyunjin can barely hold himself up, his arms shaking weakly. To completely ruin him, you push your tongue in further, reaching the places where Hyunjin craves.

“A-aahh," the moan is loud and whiny as Hyunjin is finally feeling the sensation he so desperately needed. 

You fuck your tongue in and out of Hyunjin with vigor and precision. His loud moans and the sloppy sound of your tongue plunging in and out of Hyunjin creates the perfect symphony of lust. You reach your hand around to take Hyunjin’s cock at the base. Slowly you begin to stroke him in sync with your tongue. 

“F-fuck, mommy please don’t s-stop, please,” the whininess in his tone has you smirking against his cheeks, your hand only increasing in speed. 

As the tell-tale signs of Hyunjin’s impending orgasm arise, you take it upon yourself to further torture him. As the absence of your presence is processed, Hyunjin clapses on the messy sheets below him in despair. Again, you deprive him of his release. Although he hates it - the agonising throb between his legs, and emptiness he feels in his hole - he knows he doesn’t deserve to cum. He knows he has to endure your punishments to get what he wants, what he so desperately craves. 

The weight on the bed shifts as he hears your footsteps circle around to the bedside table, followed by the opening of drawers. There’s only one reason why you would open the drawers, technically two; lubricant and the one thing that can bring Hyunjin to tears, and your complete mercy, the baby pink strap-on. Excitement and anticipation simultaneously course through Hyunjin as he hears the velcro straps being torn and secured. Without lifting his head from the sheets he readies himself in your go-to position for this situation. Face buried in the sheets, and ass up on display. 

“Tsk, what a good boy, getting into position without being asked. Perhaps you’re not such a bad boy after all.” The amusement in your voice is borderline mocking but Hyunjin can only focus on being called a good boy again.  

Again, he feels your presence return behind him. You take a second to take in the sight before you. Milky legs parted to show his needy hole, his cock leaking sticky precum into a puddle on the bed sheets below him. He is a sight to behold. The sound of the plastic lid of the lube being flicked open causes Hyunjin to get excited, he subtly sways his ass back and forth - a motion that does not go unnoticed by you, despite his efforts.  

You ensure that your fingers are generously lubed up so you don’t inflict any (more) pain on the shaking boy in front of you. Once they glisten under the dim lights emitted from the fairy lights winding around your headboard, you prode his hole with the tip of your forefinger. As your slicked finger enters Hyunjin, he shakes and falls onto his front, unable to hold himself up.

"A-aaahh," the sheets muffle his whines.

After deciding he's had enough time to adjust to the stretch you slide in another finger. 

"Your greedy hole is sucking my fingers in so easily, Jinnie. You're always so needy for me, yeah?" 

Hyunjin doesn't even have the brainpower to respond - let alone even process the words you just spoke. 

Knowing he's reaching the point of no return, you plunge your fingers deeper and harder. 

"Fuuck, s-so good," Hyunjin doesn't even bother to lift his face from the sheets. 

As you push your fingers in as far as they can go, you curl them which causes Hyunjin to shoot his head up and arch his back.

"There! Right - nggh - there, f-fuck!" 

Smiling, you comply and thrust your fingers in and out, ensuring to curl them at the same angle to reach that special spot inside Hyunjin. You know he's getting close as you feel him clenching around you, so you reach around and quickly stroke his cock.

"Oh g-god, mommy," the cries that pierce the air are loud and high as Hyunjin pushes his hips back to meet the movements of your hands. 

"I-I'm gonna - nnnngh - cum, mommy, I'm cumming," instead of stopping, you speed up, stroking his cock in time with the precise thrust of your fingers. 

"Oh, fuck!" 

Just as you feel Hyunjin about to release you stop all movement and sit back. 

Hyunjin cries out, for real this time. Tears finally spilled over his waterline. 

"N-no, no,no. Why, mommy why?" His weak body collapses on the bed, his legs shaking as the overwhelming sense of loss tears through his body. He was so close!

“Quiet.” The lack of adoration in your voice instantly makes Hyunjin stop whining. Hyunjin could count on one hand all the times you’ve actually been mad at him. It is a very rare occurrence as you are usually very patient and loving towards him, even during punishments. But it seems he has really pushed it today. 

The bed dips under your weight as you shift to get on your knees. Lube pours out of the bottle, coating the strap in a thick layer. Hyunjin risks a look back over his shoulder to see you stroking the slick strap. The sight has him squirming in anticipation. 

Your hips push forward to slide between his cheeks. The friction prompts a drawn out moan from Hyunjin, he wants nothing more than to reach back and just shove all seven and a half inches inside of him. 

Instead, he musters all of his self control to wait patiently as he knows if he acted on his desire he would be greatly punished. 

Inch by agonising inch you push the strap in, earning an embarrassingly loud moan from Hyunjin. 

You still as your pelvis rests flush against Hyunjin's ass. The feeling of being absolutely full is overwhelming for him, his arms shaking underneath him.

Slowly, you pull the strap out -just an inch - then stop, only to push it back in. A swivel of your hips elects a delectable moan from Hyunjin, and an even louder one as you begin to thrust in and out. A slow and steady rhythm that has him grunting into the sheets. 

That slow rhythm, however, does not last long as you suddenly begin to drill into Hyunjin. The sudden roughness causes Hyunjin to fly forward, hands scrambling for purchase.

"F-fuuuck," the sounds of Hyunjin's screams drown out the loud slapping of skin on skin. You reach forward and grab a fistful of his long locks, pulling his head up. 

"Such a pretty boy," you muse, your thrust increasing in both speed and depth. 

The grip you have on Hyunjin's hair only tightens as you use it to pull him up, flush against your chest. 

"A-aaghh," Hyunjin's hands grip your forearm that's wrapped around his waist to hold him up. Your hand untangles itself from his hair and instead snakes around to wrap firmly around his neck. Hyunjin's face twist lewdly in pleasure, head tipped back to rest against your shoulder, eyes screwed shut and lips apart to release breathy moans. He looks absolutely beautiful like this, a literal embodiment of both sensual and sexual, Hyunjin is an ethereal being, you conclude.

One hand squeezes around his neck - the feeling of his adam's apple bobbing and straining against your hand causing you to smile - and the other hand begins fast strokes on his neglected cock. 

At this point Hyunjin is seeing white, his mind void of any coherent thought - the only thing he can muster enough brain power to think about is the pleasure and your name. 

The burning of your exhausted muscles is starting to kick in, but you are now determined to fuck Hyunjin into oblivion. The hand around his neck squeezes tighter, pulling his head back to lean on your shoulder as you put all of your energy into drilling up into Hyunjin. The angle and power of the thrust are causing intense waves of pleasure to wash through Hyunjin, he can feel his cock twitch in your hand and he nears his long- awaited release. He swears if you are so cruel as to deprive him of his orgasm again, he will cry and pull his hair out. 

“M-mommy, I’m close,” the hope that laces his words - hope that you will cave and let him release as he so desperately needs, more than oxygen at this point - doesn’t go unnoticed by you, prompting a slight smirk. 

“Is my pretty boy close?” 

You punctuate your sentence with a particularly hard thrust that presses right into Hyunjin’s prostate. 

“F-fuck!” Deciding that he has had enough torture for one night, you aim for that spot that has Hyunjin leaving bruises on your arm. 

“Cum for me, baby boy,” your tone is near animalistic as you let go of his throat and push him onto his front, fucking him so hard his face is being buried deep into the sheets. 

Your hand doesn’t slow on his cock as you feel him twitch. 

“Aaahhh - fuck!” Hyunjin’s muffled moans ring through the air, accompanied by a backtrack of your laboured breaths and skin slapping against skin. His weak body convulses under you, hands nearly ripping the sheets with how tightly he grips them. The orgasm that hits Hyunjin is intense; probably the best he’s ever had. He feels it blossom from the tight coil in his stomach, like a flower that blooms under moonlight. It spreads through his entire body, reaching deep within him, and covers every inch of him in euphoric bliss. He briefly questions if he accidentally took a drug that enhances all senses.  

You don’t even consider slowing down until the pleasurable whines from the shaking body underneath you turn into painful ones, as the overstimulation kicks in. You’re almost tempted to keep fucking into him, making him whine and squirm, but you decide against it. 

All movement comes to a halt. Without abruptly pulling out, you let Hyunjin adjust, then slowly ease the strap out of him. His hole clenches around nothing and you wish that you could watch your cum drip out of him, down his thighs and onto the sheets. The thought causes you to feel a warm, lustful burn in your core. 

Which brings your attention to your drenched underwear that clings so desperately to your core. You feel it ache in neediness as you stare down at Hyunjin. But then you push it aside as you see just how exhausted he is. 

The sound of velcro straps being untied prompts Hyunjin to lift his head from the pool of drool it was resting in. 

“Thank you,” the adoration and pure gratefulness in his voice unintentionally causes you to blush, something that Hyunjin is not accustomed to seeing. 

“Of course, baby,” you hide the blush by leaning down and kissing his sweat slicked forehead. You smile at him, love and devotion reflecting in your eyes, and push his hair back with one hand. Now Hyunjin blushes. 

“I love you.”

“I know,” you smile smugly at him before booping his nose and continuing your clean up in a comfortable silence. From the bed, Hyunjin watches as you clean yourself with a damp cloth. After running it under warm water again, you approach Hyunjin and sit beside him. The warmth from the cloth soothes Hyunjin as you wipe him clean. You motion for him to turn around and then you gently run it over his thighs and stomach, cleaning him of the drying cum that stains his milky skin. 

“You are so beautiful,” you say it without much thought, but Hyunjin’s heart swells and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with the desire to be close to you. 

He grabs your hands, throwing the damp - and cum covered - cloth in the general direction of the hamper, which he misses but no one notices. You are pulled down beside him and he entangles his arms and legs with yours. The close proximity is borderline claustrophobic but you let out a strained laugh instead.

“Hyunjin, I’ve got to change the sheets!” He doesn’t make any attempt to move, instead shaking his head in a childish manner and pulls you closer. 

“Oh my god, you’ve always been a pain in the ass,” the comment is made with no ill-intent, a smile is spread across your face as you jokingly say it.

“I know, but I’m your pain in the ass.”

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