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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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Thanks for all of the support on my last fic. I really appreciate people actually taking the time to read, like and reblog my post!

Happy reading, and I hope you have a lovely day/night ♡

SUNDAY MORNING, RAIN IS POURING

Hello, I am back with another Hyunjin fanfiction. This idea came to me while I was sitting at work hehe. Hope you enjoy ♡

Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, f!reader, morning sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), praise, petnames, fluff, soft moments with Jinnie <3

Summary - You and Hyunjin indugle in each other in a sleepy haze, while the rain plays as a backtrack.

Word count - 1.6k

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The soft pour of autumn rain sounded a low hum as you and Hyunjin lay entangled in bed, letting the warmth of each other comfort you on this frigid morning. Hyunjin’s slow inhale and exhale of his breath acts as a lullaby, trying to lure you back into sleep. You can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he lays sprawled across your body, his head placed on your breast as a makeshift pillow - his personal favourite sleeping position. Your fingers brush through the soft tresses of his hair, finding comfort in the repeated action. It seems to do the same for Hyunjin as he hums with content in his sleep. Your other hand reaches for your phone that rests on the edge of the bedside table, upon retrieving it you unlock it to see the time. 7:43am. Your hand reaches out to try to put the phone back in its place, but it does not balance and tumbles to the ground. The commotion causes Hyunjin to stir and sleepily lift his head up to look at you in curiosity. 

“Sorry for waking you, angel,” your voice is laced with the remnants of slumber.

He blinks slowly at you, similar to that of a house cat kindly greeting its owner.

"Morning," a dreamy smile tugs at his lips as his hand wriggles its way out from under him to wipe the residues of sleep out of his eyes.

You enjoy moments like this. Moments in which you both awake to the comfort of each other, slow mornings, sleepy confessions of love. It is a raw moment, a moment of unfiltered love. 

Your lips place a soft kiss on the top of his head, causing his eyes to flutter close.

A tender hand gently caresses Hyunjin's cheek and when he opens his eyes he is overwhelmed by the love that you look at him with. He feels his heart swell with love and admiration for you. Hyunjin leans closer and tries to pour all of his love, all of his admiration and emotions he holds for you into a kiss. You can feel it, the unspoken love, appreciation and passion. Hyunjin's hands reach for your cheeks, holding them with the gentleness of a gardener handling a rare rose, afraid to pull you apart, ruin your beauty. Initially, the kiss that he places on your lips is tender, however, that pure, wholesome tenderness soon turns into a fiery of passion, want and lust. Your hands unravel from his hair and slide down the bare expanse of his soft back. You feel the light bumps of the freckles and moles that paint constellations on his skin. Lower, your hands ventur until they rest on the delicate curve where his back meets his lower half. The thin cotton sweatpants fray along the hem, your fingers mischievously dip under and hook around the band. Hyunjin moans against your lips, hips grinding forward against your clothed front, desperate to be marked and loved by you. Cold fingers slide under Hyunjin’s sweatpants, continuing under the protection of his underwear, squeezing the plump flesh of his ass. Hyunjin moans in satisfaction and swings his leg over you to be closer. The closeness that you both have achieved seems not nearly enough as Hyunjin whines and then rolls his whole body on top of you, trapping himself between your legs.

His shaky hips grind forward against your core, Hyunjin’s breathy whines vibrate against your neck. 

“Please,” a singular word but it holds a thousand hidden messages: please don’t leave me, please love me, please let me love you, please let me feel you.

“Please what, Jinnie?” Your hands retreat from his underwear and rub up and down his back.

“Please, let me taste you,” Hyunjin pulls his head out from the comfort of your neck to peer into your eyes with a hungry and desperate look. One that you have seen many times, yet it never fails to make your heart beat just a little faster, make your cheeks alight with a rosy hue, to make your core throb with the same hunger and desperation. 

“Of course, baby,” Hyunjin slides himself further down your body, effectively stripping the bed of its sheets as his movements prove too eager. His long strands tickle the insides of your plush thighs, which causes your legs to spread wider. Hyunjin is quick to peel your underwear off, unable to maintain the patience required to fully indulge in admiring and teasing you. Hyunjin’s hips grind into the mattress below him as he is welcomed by the warmth and scent of your pussy. His hands slide under your thighs to gain a good grip as he pulls you forward and dives in. Your back arches at the sudden pleasure that washes through your body. It courses through you like electricity, alighting every nerve in your body. Your thighs tremble against his head as his tongue flicks against your sensitive clit. His movements are quick but precise as he craves to make you feel good and feel you come apart on his tongue. His tongue dips in between your wet folds, curling at just the right angle to make you shiver and moan. Hyunjin is quick to catch on, he alternates between fast thrust of his tongue and then slow and deep thrust, curling his tongue to make your moans louder. 

“A-aah, such a good boy, making me feel so good,” your fingers return to his hair, pulling at it slightly. Hyunjin’s ministrations increase in pace at the praise, his hips grind harder into the mattress. Hyunjin slides a hand out from under you and collects your wetness on his fingertips before slowly sliding them into your pussy. As usual, your pussy engulfs him and Hyunjin whines at the sight of your soft walls sucking him in. A moan louder than your previous ones tumbles out into the cold air of the room as his fingers bring another wave of pleasure. 

“Faster, baby,” your chest rises and falls with quick and shallow breaths as the pleasure Hyunjin is providing is becoming overwhelming. Hyunjin pumps his fingers in and out faster as you instructed and he ensures to focus on the angles that make your thighs squeeze tighter against his head. It seems his goal is to be completely suffocated by you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard, as his fingers curl deep inside of you. Your back arches as a loud moan is pulled out of you, the sound causes Hyunjin to moan and the vibrations only makes your thighs tremble harder. 

“S-so close, baby, just like t-that, aah,” Hyunjin has to use his free hand to hold your hips down as they keep moving around - as if they have a mind of their own. The rain outside picks up as your moans threaten to outsing mother nature. The drops racing down the glass panes mirror the salty tears sliding down your cheeks. The pleasure you feel spreads throughout your body like a wildfire as Hyunjin zeros in on sucking your clit and pressing his fingers into the right spot. 

“I’m going to cum, don’t stop, fuck, ahh,” Hyunjin’s heavy lidded eyes focus on the way your face screws up in pleasure. Your eyes lock with Hyunjin’s as you come undone. He makes sure to continue his ministrations - although more slower and gentle - to prolong your euphoria. Your toes curl, head thrown back into the freshly washed pillow as bliss reaches every inch of your body. Hyunjin’s hips halt and shake as he cums onto the sheets pressed flush against him. Loud moans fade into quiet protest, to which Hyunjin stops his actions and he wipes his chin that drips lewdly with your juices. Hyunjin sucks his fingers clean and hums in satisfaction at being able to be responsible for your bliss. Hyunjin waits for you to come back from the clouded state you’re in. His hands brush up and down your legs to ground you and once you sit up on your elbows, you are met with a sheepish, and almost shy grin from Hyunjin. His actions now are in stark contrast to his previous ones that played out mere minutes ago. You love his duality. You love him.

“I love you,” he says, as if he could hear your thoughts. 

“I love you. My sweet boy, come here,” your arms spread to welcome him in but before he does he stops himself.

“I should probably clean myself up,” he looks down at his cum covered thighs with flushed cheeks. 

“Awe, did my baby boy cum from eating my pussy?” Your teasing only makes Hyunjin’s blush redder and he covers his face with his hands.

“Stop it,” although you cannot see it, you just know he’s pouting.

“I’m only joking, come here, let’s clean you up,” your hands wrap around his wrist and pry his hands away from his face. As expected there is a pout on his glossy lips. 

“You are just so cute,” you muse, leaning forward to place repeated kisses on his pouty lips and flushed cheeks. Hyunjin giggles and pretends to cower away in disgust. 

“Fuck, I really do love you,” you whisper, eyes once again full with pure love and admiration. 

The rain stops pouring beyond the windows, the last of its tears drying from the morning sun that breaks through the clouds, painting the bedroom in soft golden hues. The light illuminates Hyunjin’s honey skin and alights his hair in a soft glow that seems almost angelic. 

“I really love you,” he whispers back, his words feeling like they are dripped in gold. 

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

Have a lovely day/night ♡

ANYTHING FOR YOU

Hello! I am back with another Hyunjin fic. I wrote this as a distraction from the crippling grip of life.

Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, gender neautral! Reader, mirror action, handjob, overstimulation, petnames, light ball slapping

Word count - 1.4k

Summary - You have fun with your pretty boy infront of a mirror so he can appreciate his beauty.

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"I said eyes open and forward, baby boy," your hand reaches up to turn Hyunjin's face towards the mirror placed at the end of the bed. Reluctantly, Hyunjin opens his eyes and the face he sees staring back is unrecognisable. He shakes his head at the flushed face, teary eyed, shaking man in the mirror and whines when you hold his face still, preventing him from looking away. 

"I can't. It's embarrassing," Hyunjin's arm comes up to cover his eyes, shielding himself from the pathetic sight in front of him.

"It's not embarrassing, baby. You're beautiful, teary eyes and all." Your tone is teasing, a small chuckle catching at the end when you hear the little groan that Hyunjin lets out. 

"Now, be a good boy and look at yourself," the teasing tone is replaced by an authoritative one that indicates you're being serious now. Hyunjin whines but drops his arm nevertheless. 

"Good boy," you press a small kiss to the side of his head, hands snaking around his body to lightly run over his nipples. Hyunjin's back arches against your chest and he lets out a breathy moan.

Your hands continue to toy with his sensitive nipples as you smile cruelly at the way he squirms. Hyunjin's eyes roll back as you lick his neck, teeth softly biting into his milky skin. 

"A-ah, more, please m-more," his whines cause your lips to curl up into a devilish smile before you repeat the action, digging your teeth in harder. A dark patch materialises on the front of Hyunjin's underwear from his precum. One of your hands glides down his torso and plays with the waistband of his underwear. The anticipation is killing Hyunjin, but he doesn't complain as he knows bad boys won't get what they want. Finally, your hand slides under his underwear and the warmth makes Hyunjin's legs rise up. As soon as your hand rubs over Hyunjin's needy cock, he lets out a loud moan, back arching beautifully.

"Awe, such a dirty slut, moaning like a bitch," you snarl against his shoulder. The words only fuel the aching, burning fire in Hyunjin's stomach. Your hand grabs hold of Hyunjin's cock and pulls it out with ease. The chill air of the room causes a shiver to run through Hyunjin. 

"Eyes forward, baby," you remind Hyunjin of your rule for tonight. As soon as he sees himself: panting, shivering and a hard,red cock leaking -too much- sticky precum against his stomach, he blushes and wants so desperately to close his eyes because no way can he accept the fact that the wrecked man staring at him was himself. No way, he can't accept that he is such a needy, dirty slut that cries at such little friction. 

"Pretty, right?" You're amused at the look on Hyunjin's face; denial. 

"Now you can finally appreciate just how delicious you look like this, all fucked out and needy," your words are accompanied by the slow strokes of your hand. The action is enough to tease Hyunjin, to make his legs shake and his hips jutter up into your slow ministrations. But it's not nearly enough to extinguish the burning flames building in his stomach. Despite wanting to be a patient and good boy, he just has to have more.

"P-please, please give me more," his voice is high and whiny, demonstrating just how much he needs your touch. 

"Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you've been good enough to get what you want? Hmm?" Your hand doesn't stop slowly stroking Hyunjin up and down, twisting around his tip. 

The pleasurable sensations running through his entire body makes it near impossible for Hyunjin to cultivate a coherent thought, let alone sentence. 

"Words, baby," your breath is hot against his neck, Hyunjin makes eye contact with you through the slightly illuminated reflection in front of him. The absolutely feral look in your eyes causes him to whine, hips stuttering.

"Y-yes, please, I've been a g-good boy. I've been y-your good boy."

You breathe out a satisfied laugh at his words.

"That's right. You have been my good boy," you place a soft kiss on his shoulder before stroking his cock at such a brutal pace, it has Hyunjin's hips bucking up off of the bed.

"Aaahh, yesyesyes," Hyunjin's head lolls back against your shoulder as his eyes roll back, mouth open to let out moan after moan. Both hands come around to play with him, one hand stroking his cock, the other flicking his nipple. Hyunjin squirms under your ministrations, unsure if he wants to lean into the feeling you're providing or away. Your lips leave hot kisses along his neck and shoulder, teeth biting into the soft skin there. Hyunjin groans loudly at the pleasure-pain coursing through him. 

"Look at how fucking beautiful you are, Jinnie."

Hyunjin fights to keep his eyes open as he stares at himself in the mirror. He moans when he sees the way your hand is stroking him. 

"So pretty, and it's all for me," you smile at him through the mirror.

"Y-yes - nngh - all for you. I'm a-all yours," Hyunjin locks eyes with you. Your hungry ones staring at his desperate ones. The hand flicking over his sensitive nipple goes to join the other stroking his cock. One hand strokes up and down while the other rubs circles around his leaking tip. 

"A-aah, fuck, yes," tears fall from Hyunjin's eyes from the intense pleasure. Your hand slides down his cock and gently slaps his balls. Hyunjin practically screams at the sensation.

"A-again, please," he whines out, eyes pleading with yours through the mirror.

Your hand smacks his balls harder than the last while your other hand rubs around his tip.

"Fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, nngh," Hyunjin's hand flies down to hold onto your forearm as you continue your ministrations. 

"Cum for me, pretty," you whisper against his ear, ensuring to watch him fall apart through the mirror.

Hyunjin is a sight to behold when he cums. Thighs shaking, face flushed, eyes tear stained and his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

A loud moan is ripped from him as he too, watches himself fall apart. Your name falls from his swollen lips as his thick cum paints his stomach and thighs, some even reaching his chest. Hyunjin revels in the euphoric bliss, mind going hazy from the intense orgasm. However, that pleasurable state is disturbed as he feels slight pain from overstimulation kick in as your hand that rubs circles around his tip doesn't stop. 

"Aaahhh, no, no, 's too much, fuuck," Hyunjin's hips squirm around as your palm rubs over his over-sensitive tip. His grip on your forearm tightens as he nearly screams at the stimulation. 

"Come on, baby boy, you can give me another, yeah? You're my good boy, come on cum for me," you purr into his ear, palm rubbing faster circles. 

"Oh god, I can't, I can't," Hyunjin's head lolls from side to side as his whole body convulses. 

"Come on, Jinnie. I know how much of a cum slut you are, my little slut," your words go straight to Hyunjin's cock and he can feel the pain fade into pleasure. Your other hand comes down to squeeze his balls in time with your thumb swiping over his tip, causing a scream-like moan to be pulled from Hyunjin's throat.

"It feels w-weird," Hyunjin whines out, his eyes widening at the unusual knot building in his stomach, a strong pressure. 

"It's okay, baby. Come on be a good boy and cum again," your tongue flicks at his ear lobe as Hyunjin throws his head back. 

"Fuckfuckfuck," Hyunjin's back arches as his body convulses with the pressure of his second orgasm. Transparent liquid shoots out of his cock, saturating his thighs as well as the sheets.

Hyunjin slumps against your chest in total exhaustion. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you rub Hyunjin's stomach in a comforting manner. You press kisses to the side of his sweat slicken head and wait for him to come down from his daze. 

"Are you okay, baby boy?" 

"Hmm," is all Hyunjin can manage in his state. You gently push him forward and slide out from behind him. As you lay him down on his back he flutters his tired eyes open to look at you with such love and admiration.

"Thank you." His voice is hoarse, but it still holds tenderness.

"Anything for you." 

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Annnnd that concludes that fic. I hope you enjoyed it, and I will be back soon with more 🌸

I hope you all have a lovely day/night 😊

BETTER THAN ME

Hello! I wrote this after seeing a video of Hyunjin from this vlive ^^^

Something about slightly - and healthy - posessive sub!Hyunjin makes my brain short circuit, so I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Please enjoy!

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Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, fem!reader, jealous!Hyunjin, established relationship, college!au, handjob, rim job, pegging, begging, praise, petnames (baby, pretty boy), mommy kink, use of toys (onahole), riding (male! receiving)

Word count - 3.1k

Summary - Hyunjin can't help but feel jealous after seeing your fellow classmate get too friendly with you. So, he decides to let you know that he's the only one for you.

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For the third time this week, Hyunjin found himself tensing up as he watched a classmate of yours get in your personal space amidst a "friendly" conversation. Hyunjin stood just out of earshot as he awaited your presence. You hadn't noticed him yet as you were too engrossed in the conversation you were having. Hyunjin's eyes narrowed in irritation as he watched the boy laugh a little too hard and place a hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off and said a few final words before bidding farewell. Immediately, you turned and pulled your phone from your pocket. Hyunjin felt the faint buzz in his pocket. Upon retrieving the phone, he saw that you were calling him. He accepted it with the irritated pout still on his lips.

"Hey, baby! Where are you? We're still meeting up now, right?" Hyunjin watched as you stood in place, looking around the area just outside of the campus library. Hyunjin was seated under a tree across the lawn, amidst a great handful of other students so he was fairly well hidden.

"Yeah, I'm actually here now." Instantly, your head shot up, your eyes searching the area for Hyunjin. 

"Where are you, baby, I can't se- oh," your eyes lit up as they landed on Hyunjin, shaded under the blossoming tree. A smile manifested on your face as you weaved your way through the students that acted as hurdles to Hyunjin. As soon as you reached him you slid in beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey, baby. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," your hand brushed back strands of long hair that managed to fall from Hyunjin's once neat ponytail. 

The action was so tender and wholesome that Hyunjin's jealousy melted away. For now. Hyunjin knew you would never betray his love and loyalty, he knew it more than he knew his own name. It wasn't you, no, it was that classmate. Hyunjin saw the way he smiled at you, eyes hopeful and lingering. It made his blood boil and his jaw tight. 

"Hey, Jinnie? Are you okay, pretty?" Your voice was now concerned and confused as you searched his eyes for the reason behind his quiet and distant demeanour. 

Hyunjin shook his head lightly, trying to shake the lingering grips of jealousy out of his system. 

"Sorry, just a lot in my mind. Assignments are a bitch," he tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. It didn't work however as your frown deepened. 

 A moment of silence, you didn't dare break eye contact with Hyunjin as you tried to pry him open. But he didn't budge. There's no way Hyunjin could let you know of his petty jealousy. 

You let out a defeated sigh and the frown was replaced with a reassuring smile, which held genuinity where Hyunjin's lacked. 

"Tell you what, why don't we just go back to mine and have a movie night in instead of going out?" Hyunjin gave you a nod and a real smile this time. Quality and alone time with you always made Hyunjin feel better. 

"Come on then." You stood and reached your hand out for Hyunjin to take.

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"Nnggh - fuck, aaah," Hyunjin's hips bucked off the bed, chasing your teasing hand. The movie long forgotten in the background as you worked your hand slowly up and down Hyunjin's leaking cock. 

"Such a pretty boy, aren't you? My pretty boy." You coo as you stroke his cock faster, causing Hyunjin's thighs to tremble as his back arches beautifully off the bed. 

"Mmmm, all y-yours, 'm all yours," Hyunjin's hands tightly grip the bed sheets, turning his knuckles white. You smile, pleased at his response. 

The bed groans under the weight of you both as Hyunjin thrushes around and you begin to manoeuvre from his side to between his shaking legs. Your hands abandon Hyunjin's cock to remove his pants completely. Once he is free from the confines of his pants, you push Hyunjin's legs apart further to rest more comfortably. Your hand resumes its pace on his weeping cock, gaining speed. 

"Nnnghh, yes, yes," Hyunjin always sounds so pretty when he's like this. Needy, desperate and so, so obedient. However, you notice he seems more needy than usual, which is saying a lot as Hyunjin is by nature, very needy. You can sense a difference in the way he keeps eye contact, desperate for your praise and approval. How he whines louder every time your eyes leave his, even for a second, demanding your attention. You push the thought aside for the time being as you slide onto your stomach to be level with his red cock. Your lips enclose around his leaking tip, tongue pressing into his slit before circling around. The action pulls a long, breathy moan from Hyunjin. One of his hands releases its death grip on the bed sheets to reach for one of your hands. You happily oblige, interlocking fingers with his own. 

"M-mommy," Hyunjin's body feels tense as he can feel his orgasm fast approaching. You lick a warm stripe from the tip of his cock down his shaft, lips closing around his heavy ball - alternating between the two - before continuing down to his hole. As soon as Hyunjin feels the warmth encircling his needy hole, he cries out. 

“Ahh, yes, yes, more m-mommy,” a cry tears itself out from Hyunjin as your tongue enters his hole. The intrusion causes Hyunjin’s thighs to shake and his back to arch. Your hand continues to stroke Hyunjin’s cock up and down, in sync with the thrusting of your tongue in and out of his tight hole. Hyunjin feels the pressure quickly building in his stomach. Hyunjin’s back aches, his head pushes back into the pillow behind his head as he squeezes your hand that is still interlocked with his; a warning that he is close. 

“Mommy, nggh, I’m gonna cum, please, please.” The sweet sounds of his whines and begs only make you speed up your movements, adding more force. Your lips detach from Hyunjin’s hole to murmur a yes, come for me. As soon as you speak the words Hyunjin lets out a cry, hips bucking up into your hand on their own accord. His pearly cum paints his trembling abdomen. As always, Hyunjin is a sight to behold. Sharp lines and taught muscles as he shakes through the pleasure. His face is an embodiment of lustful beauty. The hand that is interlocked with yours tightens and shakes in your grasp. 

Your hand does not stop sliding up and down his cock as you want to get every last drop. Once you feel his body relax under your touch, breath slowing down, you stop and sit on your knees to get a look at him. You try to unlock your fingers from his but Hyunjin just lets out a sigh of disapproval and shakes his head with a pout - all while he lays covered in sweat and cum, eyes still closed in exhaustion. 

“I’ve got to clean you up, pretty boy,” you try to explain but Hyunjin just shakes his head again and holds your hand tighter. You can’t help but laugh at his needy behaviour, letting him have his way - for now. Not even a minute passes before Hyunjin is opening his eyes, slightly sitting up to rest against the headboard. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not yet satisfied. So it’s gonna be one of those days, you think. 

“What do you want, baby?” Your voice is gentle and soft, your free hand rubbing his thigh in a soothing manner. Hyunjin’s eyes drop as he looks at you. 

“Want Mommy’s cock,” he almost whines out. 

You smile in response and nod your head. “Okay, lovely. But you’re going to have to let go of my hand so I can get the strap, okay?”

Reluctantly, Hyunjin lets go of your hand so you can slide out from between his legs and off the bed to the closet where you keep a small box with your toys that you use on Hyunjin. You pull the harness and strap out of the box, along with another one of Hyunjin’s favourite toys; a transparent onahole. Hyunjin waits restlessly on the bed. 

“Why don’t you prep yourself for me, baby? While I get this on,” you hand Hyunjin a bottle of lube. He nods eagerly, taking the lube from you and opening it to pour it on his fingers. He immediately brings his fingers to his hole, circling them around before slowly slipping them in. The stretch pulls a breathy moan from Hyunjin. Although it feels good Hyunjin can’t help but yearn for your touch. He wants you, all of you. He wants your mind, body and soul just as you have his. He is all yours and he wants to remind you just how devoted he is to you. How desperate he is for you. The thoughts prompt Hyunjin to speed up, two fingers plummeting in and out, quicker as he grows more needy. Meanwhile, you fasten the harness on, securing the strap on as well. You place the onahole on the bedside table as Hyunjin is distracted, wanting to use it as a surprise. He has been such a good boy lately and you think he deserves a reward. 

Hyunjin’s eyes flutter closed at the pleasure that washes through him so he misses as you approach the bed again. You stand watching him as he bucks his hips up into his fingers, desperate for more. His cock lays hard against his stomach, still covered in his cum from his last orgasm. Hyunjin’s eyes shoot open as he feels the bed dip from your weight. The sight of you with the strap on makes Hyunjin moan, hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Fuck me, p-please,” as you resume position between his legs, Hyunjin retreats his fingers from his hole, wiping them dry on the sheets before wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You almost laugh at his neediness but instead you place a kiss on his forehead, a tender and soft moment amidst a heated one. 

“You want mommy’s cock? You want mommy to fuck you like you deserve, yeah?” you can’t help but tease. Your hand reaches between you both to grab the base of the fake cock. You rub it up and down his hole, teasing him. The action only makes Hyunjin whine. 

“Yes, yes, want mommy to fuck me dumb, please,” Hyunjin’s hand reaches down between you both to grab ahold of the plastic cock, he rolls his hips up to help insert it inside his hole. You allow him to do as he pleases. He shudders as the tip slides in. Hyunjin begins to move so the strap slides all the way in. Once you have bottomed out in him, your hands grab hold of Hyunjin’s hips, you lean back onto your knees to gain better control before you smile down at Hyunjin and then thrust in and out of him at a steady pace. Hyunjin’s lips fall open to let out whiny moan after whiny moan. His hands scramble to find purchase. They settle for the bedsheets, twisting them to try to ground himself. Your hips slap against Hyunjin. You speed up, rising to lean over Hyunjin. Your hands slide under his thighs to bend them against his chest. The position allows you to reach deep into Hyunjin. Each stroke rubbed deliciously against his prostate. Hyunjin feels like he could cum any second. 

“M-mommy, faster - ahh - pleeaasee,” his begs turn into a whine as you fuck him faster. His hips grind to meet your thrust. 

“Such a good boy, letting mommy fuck him dumb. Your mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” you coo down at him, smile teasing. 

“Yes, yes, I’m mommy’s g-good boy, all yours.” He looks at you with a heavy look in his eyes. You can tell there’s something on his mind, even now as he’s getting fucked stupid. 

“Yes, baby. You’re all mommy’s. All mine. Only mine,” you growl as you lean down to lay flat against his chest. Hyunjin wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down so he can pour his lust, neediness and love into a kiss. His lips vibrate against your own as he moans. 

“T-tell me again, please. Nggh - tell me I’m y-yours,” his voice is desperate as he pleads to you. 

You kiss his lips again, thrust gaining speed as you fuck into his greedy hole. Your tongue massages his own, sending a shiver through Hyunjin. Your hand grabs a hold of his hair that lays sprawled out underneath him. Your teeth lightly sink into his plump bottom lip before pulling away. A string of saliva connects you both, Hyunjin’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to regain his breath. 

“You’re all mommy’s. My pretty boy, only mine.” Your lips press a kiss to his neck, teeth sinking into the pale skin there. Hyunjin cries out in pleasure - from both the bite and the words. He can feel his orgasm approaching as your thrust drill into his prostate. 

“I’m y-yours, only yours.” 

“And I’m all yours, pretty,” your hand reaches for the onahole on the bedside tables. Hyunjin’s eyes follow your hand. He moans out loud once he sees the toy. The copious amount of precum leaking from his cock, combined with the cum from his last orgasm act as lube as you slide the toy down his cock. Hyunjin almost screams at the pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, causing Hyunjin to dig his fingers into your waist. 

“Ahhh, I’m gonna c-cum, mommy, p-please,” his words slur together as his head thrashes from side to side. Your hand speeds up, in sync with your thrust.

“Cum for mommy, baby boy.” Hyunjin is overtaken with a strong desire that he cannot place; possessiveness? Jealousy? Perhaps a mix of both, but whatever the reason Hyunjin uses his strength to flip you onto your back. You look at him clearly surprised as he has never acted out like this before. You both knew that he was stronger than you and could easily overpower you whenever, but he never had a reason to before. 

The strap had slid out of his hole during the manoeuvre and it lay against your stomach. You stare up at Hyunjin, curious as to where this would lead. You tilt your head at him in a questioning manner. 

“Wanna ride mommy,” he confesses. Riding your strap had always been something that Hyunjin fantasised about, the act seeming so intimate. 

“Go ahead, baby,” you smirked up at him, your hands rubbing his waist. Hyunjin leaned up on his knees, resting them on either side of you. His hand reaches back to grab a hold of the strap before he lines it up and slowly eases down onto it. The stretch feels somehow different in this position. Hyunjin shakes as he eases all the way down. He sits flush against you, whimpering like a dog as he tries to get used to the overwhelming feeling. 

“Ride me, baby. Show me you’re mine,” your words seem to ignite something in Hyunjin as he moans and begins to rise up and down. He places his hands flat on your stomach as he continues to bounce up and down. Sweat coats his body, muscles tight as he moves. The sight has your pussy throbbing with an intense need. 

Hyunjin begins to move faster, eyes rolling back as the strap strokes against his prostate. 

“Nggh, you’re mine, mommy. Only mine, n-no one else's. Ahh, I’m your slut a-and you’re my m-mommy- fuck,” Hyunjin rambles on as his ass slaps against your thighs as he fucks himself harder and faster on to the strap. This is a side that you’ve never seen from Hyunjin before. You’re more turned on then you’ve ever been as you watch him desperately fuck himself on your strap while claiming you as his. 

“That’s right, baby. I’m only yours. Your mommy.” The words send a shock through Hyunjin. 

“I-I’m the only one for you. Fuck - the only one who g-gets to fuck you, to l-love you. Only me, no one else,” he whines as his orgasm approaches again. His words cause you to feel a little confused. Hyunjin has never expressed such possessive thoughts before. 

“Only me. Not that s-stupid boy from your c-class - nggh - “

Oh. It all clicks into place now. A smirk plasters itself on your face at the revelation. So that’s why Hyunjin’s acting so possessive, he’s jealous. 

“Oh, baby. No one could ever compare to you. Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock, so desperate for me, yeah?” Your hands rub up and down Hyunjin’s waist in a reassuring manner.

“No one is better than you, baby boy. You’re the only one for mommy.” 

Hyunjin almost cries at your words. His fingers dig into the skin on your waist as his hips move at a cruel pace. Your hand reaches over to retrieve the forgotten onahole. As Hyunjin is distracted you slip it on his weeping cock. 

“Ahh!” Hyunjin cries out at the delicious pleasure coursing through his whole body. It is an almost numbing pleasure. His vision begins to blur as his mind grows fuzzy. Your hand speeds up, slick sounds from the onahole growing louder. 

“Come on, baby. Cum for mommy, show me you’re mine.” Hyunjin reaches for your free hand, interlocking his fingers with yours once again before letting out a shrill scream. His entire body shakes with pleasure as rope after rope of cum paints your hand, his trembling stomach and your own sweat slick stomach. Hyunjin’s hips grind down against the strap, riding out every last wave of pleasure. Your hand comes to a stop as Hyunjin’s body stops shaking. He falls forward in an exhausted heap, arms wrapping around you. You remove the onahole and place it on the bedside table for the time being, hands finding their way to his sweaty back. Your hands rub his back in a soothing manner, feeling his breath start to go back to normal. 

“Sorry if I was a bit too intense,” Hyunjin’s words slur against your shoulder but you hear him clear, nonetheless. 

“Jinnie, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced, okay? But, there’s no need for you to worry about my classmate because that is all that he is. A classmate. No one could ever, ever come close to you.” You mean every word, Hyunjin is all you have ever wanted and needed. He has your mind, body and soul. 

Hyunjin blushes at the words and you can feel his lips smile against your skin. 

“No one is better than you, my pretty boy.” Your arms squeeze Hyunjin’s waist, pressing him close to you. 

“No one is better than me,” Hyunjin chuckles and tightly squeezes you closer to him. 

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That brings us to the end of this fic! I finished this while hunched over my laptop in the middle of the night, that is what my life has come to. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

I hope you have a good day/night <3

be humble

Tw: Fucking in public, creampie, female pronoun reader, sub! Hyunjin, whiney hyunjin, mentions of the other members knowing what they are doing 💀, mommy/Noona/misstres kink, Hyunjin being a shameless whore

Note: English is not my first language so forgive me if there are spelling errors!!! ☹️

It all started as a flirt, it was just a couple kissing and you supporting Hyunjin on the tour bus since of course your cute boyfriend couldn't think of anything else other than to take you to be Emotional support, hyunjin's hands were sweaty and his glasses were foggy.

Wow, you didn't even touch him well and he was already moaning in the kiss, the tongues went back and forth in a careless kiss, poor whoever saw them, the shock and surprise would take him to the grave But even with all the kisses in the world you didn't know how to calm Hyunjin down and even worse now that he was desperate for you "H-honey...please, I need it so much" He said almost in a pathetic gasp, he attached his crotch to your thigh trying to create friction on his hard cock.

"poor baby, you look so pathetic...you get horny for some kisses" Your tone was cruel and he knew it was true so in desperation he lunged at you, kissing you more furiously Making the task of breathing very complicated, after the intense exchange of saliva hyunjin began to beg "Please mommy! I been good all week, I haven't flirted with other girls, I haven't touched my cock, it's only yours" He said as he brought your hand closer to his rock hard cock, in the end you gave it a squeeze making Hyunjin let out a very lascivious moan, "Mommy! Please do it again..." He screamed while he insinuated himself

"nuh-uh, poor baby who really thinks Let me touch it" Hyunjin's face was devastated by your words, he clung to your arms, hands and even tried to rub against your thigh But you looked at him dirty and he knew he had to stop. Didn't it make it better seeing Jeongin and Han go back to where you were and you talking to them like it was nothing He exaggeratedly began to grab your arm like a baby Whispering the most perverted things anyone can think of "Mommy, tell them to go away and that we're busy...no kidding, We'll be having sex the whole way!' Or maybe whispering to you how hard it is "Come on mommy...I know you want it inside you too, mommy come on it's very hard and dripping just for you" After a while you stopped talking to the boys and in a change of position you had Hyunjin below you "You want to be a dirty whore, huh? Well, I guess you can handle being inside me but you can't cum." You said as you pulled out your soaked panties, the sight making Hyunjin's mouth water and just like you said Hyunjin entered inside you, letting out a moan that you had to silence.

The moans that Hyunjin let out while he fucked you were pornographic, but he tried to make them quieter, in any case you didn't help either by whispering things in his ear He was trying to be good and not cum but your pussy was practically absorbing him and squeezing him without letting go, it was the best thing that could have happened to him while he was on the bus, it wasn't going to last "Mommy, I'm going to cum!" He groaned, making Han Jisung turn around in the direction of the two of you Hyunjin's face was a fucked up expression, his eyes rolling back in his head as saliva and tears came out along with an obscene amount of moans The surprise was so much that he wished he had headphones like Seungmin, Hyunjin with one last thrust released all his load inside you

"I don't know what I expected from you, you dirty whore...but look now you have someone else to play with" You said while looking at han jisung.

WAHHH THIS IS MY FIRST "FANFIC"

his little tummy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 MDNI

han jisung~

just imagine kissing his cute tummy while he squirms and begs you to touch him, his eyes tearing up.

maybe you’ll make him beg for any kind of touch until he loses his voice or maybe you’ll overstim him until he sobs.

he’s such a slut, he thanks you for anything you give him, he doesn’t even have to cum.

members seeing jisung in a skirt for the first time🧸

hyung line | maknae line

cw- small amount of smut in hyunjins part, pervy skz x femboy jisung｡˚ ⋆

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chan-

he had just gotten back from the studio. most of the group had gone out for dinner a half hour ago but he decided to head home instead, noting that he would get something to eat there.

he jumps a little when he sees jisungs familiar head of hair peek up from where he was laying on the couch. he didn’t expect anyone to be home so he decided to make himself comfortable.

jisung was laying on his belly with a bubblegum lollipop between his lips, a random twice song blasting in his headphones as he scrolled through pinterest.

chan approaches him once he registeres who it is before stopping in his tracks as he spots the pleated, baby pink skirt laying prettily over the youngers plump ass.

his breath catches in his throat as his eyes trace over jisungs pretty legs, accessorized with white stockings that complimented the white bows in his hair. the small cropped tee shirt he wore perfectly rode up his torso to reveal his slim waist.

chan quickly turns and walks to his room before the other could notice his presence, desperately needing to relieve the pain between his legs.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶⊹ ︶︶︶

lee know-

he lazily made his way to the 3racha dorm to bother jisung for the 3rd time today, trudging up the stairs and down the hall to the dorm door.

he met with changbin in the hallway who was on his way out to get some food, so the younger just let him in the dorm.

“hanji~~” minho called down the hallway in a sing song voice earning a small “one sec!” in return. he grunted softly and walked to the kitchen to raid their fridge.

the sound of socked feet pitter pattering down the hall prompted him to turn around only to almost choke on the cookie he had shoveled in his mouth.

jisung stood with his hands behind his back, smiling cutely. he was wearing a cream colored sweater that fell off his shoulder due to the size, a white frilly skirt and short white socks with lace around the ankle.

it took a second for minho to fully comprehend what he was seeing, and to calm himself before he popped a boner in front of jisung. “you look…cute..” he mumbled, swallowing the rest of the cookie.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶⊹ ︶︶︶

changbin-

he is lounging on the couch, enjoying their day off. changbin idly scrolls through his phone, not taking interest in anything in particular.

jisung skipping out of his room catches the olders attention immediately. he sits up ready to greet jisung when he sees it, the beautiful lavender skirt swaying at his hips.

its accompanied by some white thigh highs with purple bows and a white sailor moon hoodie.

changbin immediately stood up and went to the boy, eyes wide as he stood infront of him.

jisung yelped a little at the sudden appearance but then smiled endearingly at him. “hey bin, you alright? looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“you…ehem you uhm…look very nice” changbin raked his gaze up the youngers frame and landed on his puffy cheeks, dusted with a pretty pink blush.

jisung just smiles and begins to walk past him after sending a small thank you only to yelp again when a hard smack lands on his ass over the skirt.

changbin scrambling off down the hall to his room before the other can even turn around.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶⊹ ︶︶︶

hyunjin-

he slumps back on the couch in the practice room, waiting for the other members to arrive so they can discuss plans for the new comeback.

his eyes flicker up from his phone when he hears the boys begin to file into the room.

they all pile in on the couches, taking every available seat when jisung comes in last.

he is wearing a lacy pink skirt with little bows on the sides, a white hoodie with cat paws on the bottom of the sleeves and white sneakers.

hyunjin immediately shifted in his seat doing everything in his power not to stare at the youngers ass, he knows its wrong and perverted but fuck.

jisungs eyes scan all the full seats before deciding to plop in someones lo without thinking much of it.

hyunjin grunts a little when jisung sits right on his crotch and he immediately sneaks his hands inside the youngers hoodie, holding his hips still.

the group talks for a bit before the two at the corner of the couch fall silent, jisungs face flushed red and hyunjins dick grinding discreetly against his ass.

jisung whines a little and squirms, being way too overwhelmed but the feeling of hyunjins clothed dick rubbing against his hole through his panties.

“shhh, stay still sweetness. dont want our friends to see how slutty you are right now..”

MDNI

NSFW SKZ TWT LINKS

mdni

🥟 destressing after a busy week

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

pegging 🐥 for the first time after he begged you to

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

🐺 sending you a video to show how much he misses you

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

teasing 🐿️ until he whines and begs for your pussy

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

tying up 🐰 and giving him exactly what he deserves

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

letting 🐶 hump your thigh while you try to sleep -THIS LINK IS NO LONGER WORKING-

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

edging 🐷🐰 until he is shaking

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶⊹

desperate 🦊 humping the bed while you play with his pretty ass

im thinking abt doing another nsfw twt link post or maybe even basing my account around that? what do you think?

also if i do make another post should i do dom skz or sub skz?

SUB SKZ TWT LINKS

overstimming 🐺 so hard he shakes and squirts everywhere

🐰 using your vibrator and recording it to send to you while you are out.

🐷🐰 using the new toy you bought him.

🥟 humping your pillow because he misses you

overstimming 🐿️ while he squirms and shakes

🐥 getting off to the thought of you punishing him for touching without you.

🐶 making himself cum twice

🦊 holding your hand while you tease him

im gonna post again this sunday so here is the poll again

SUB SKZ TWT LINKS - 3

🐺 is a munch 😝

making 🐰 twitch and shake in public

🐷🐰 sucking your strap before you fuck him dumb

needy 🥟 drooling everywhere while he jerks off

🐿️ just gets so sensitive after you tease him all day

🐥 making himself cum all over the floor while you’re away

🐶 violating himself on the bathroom floor because he just couldn’t hold it anymore (not piss)

letting 🦊 fuck you after being such a good boy for you

yall…..YALL.

i am unwell.

his slut is showing and i LOVE IT

sometimes i think a little too hard abt whats under all the baggy clothes he wears 😶😶

headcanons sub!felix x dom! reader

. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ warning: felix calls the reader noona, breast milk fetish, reference to semi-public sex .ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Felix loves to eat you, no matter when or where. He loves to eat your sweet, delicate pussy. He loves to feel you and bury his face between your legs, but his favorite is when you sit on his face. He grabs your thighs tightly, pressing you against his mouth so he can taste you better and play with your aching clit. The only thing he doesn't like about it is that he can't hear your moans very well.

He loves your tits; It is, without a doubt, his favorite part of you. Of course he loves everything about you, but your tits are something he will never get tired of seeing, feeling and touching. Feeling you on his lap and your tits in his face is something that makes his cock hard right away.

If you are a woman with milk there, it will drive him crazy, make no mistake about that. He will be attached to you like a dog to its owner; His favorite task is going to be milking you.

He moans too much, especially when you touch his sensitive body. Your heat is something that melts him inside and out. He likes to feel your hands on him or his cock, when you grab his hands when you ride him or when you grab his hair when he's between your legs.

he's horny 24 hours a day, so don't think it's strange that she comes begging for your pussy or that you give her a handjob. If necessary, he will beg for you and your attention if you are busy or something like that.

"noona, please... I need your pretty, sweet pussy with me."

He likes to tease you in public, sliding his hand up your thighs and up to your womanhood, caressing you with his fingertips just to see how your cheeks and ears turn red and you get angry because he's doing it in public, and then punish him for not being a "good boy."

.ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Ok but bratty sub male idols...

I'm imagining specifically either Lee Know or Taemin, right. Hear me out...

he's actually really shy during sex, despite how he acts around others. With you, he's a total baby. A bratty baby

degrade him all you want, call him a slut, a whore, he loves that, but call him by his actual name and he'll pout cutely, crossing his arms over his chest and grumbling out "no, I'm Baby,"

He is your baby

Whenever he's feeling needy and you're not saying attention to him he'll he SO BRATTY, doing everything he can do upset you

I mean anything, from touching you while you're trying to focus on work to breaking things, stomping, yelling at you with that little pout on his face, till you've had enough and slap the shit out of him (that's ok tho, that's what he wanted all a long)

But if he's having a bad day and mommy isn't paying attention to him, he'll be all stomping and being snippy with you. If you continue to ignore him he might just tear up, but if you acknowledge him and tell him to knock it off, he'll immediately stop and be all cuddly with you, just wanting some love to make him feel better :(((

So fuck him stupid after so he can't even remember what he's sad about :)

And I know I said there are times where you have to slap the shit out of him, but no, you're still a soft dom, wiping at his tears after each hit, because that's your baby :((

And when it's all said and done, you bring your crying baby into your arms, kissing the remaining tears from his face, reminding him that you love him so much and he'll always be your baby :((

Masterlist

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STRAY KIDS

-Lee Know:

"Ok but bratty sub male idols..." (drabble-ish)

SHINee

-Lee Taemin:

"Ok but bratty sub male idols..." (drabble-ish)

"sub!Taemin vs Pet Play" (drabble-ish)

CRIMINAL MINDS

-Spencer Reid:

"Smooth Criminal" (full fic)

"Home Run" (full fic)

-"Special Consult" (full fic)

⛓️˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ruin me - part II lee know x f!reader

There are no words in any language he speaks that could explain what he’s feeling, so instead he pulls you into a kiss, one that wipes his brain free of anything except an almost primal need, and an even more primal sense of pride that he is able to kiss you like this now. Uninhibited. Uncoordinated. Needy. Filthy. Tongues tangling until there’s spit dripping out of the corner of his mouth. The whimper you press into his mouth tells a story of a desperation he never in his wildest dreams thought you could feel about him. He could sob. Maybe is about to, when you rip yourself away, push yourself up with a hand next to his head, and then, suddenly, curl your other hand around his neck and Minho roars, stars exploding in his vision from the intensity with which his eyes roll, his body locks up. OR minho's obsessed with you. turns out, you're obsessed with him, too. and you match his freak better than he could've ever anticipated.

word count: 10.2k words

author's note: phew part 2!!! this got ambitious, lads!! the tenderest, and horniest tenderhorny bdsm shit you will ever read. This one’s real dirty, so please heed the warnings! and while the kink is definitely under negotiated in this fic, I tried to create a realistic portrayal of how consent can look, and how the energy can ebb and flow, how you can go in and out of a scene. be safe everyone!! but also enjoy the filth. Not enough perv!minho out there. he’s not pathetic enough, not down bad enough, in most x reader fics. I have been wanting to write him like this for a looooong time, so really, why am I surprised it got this long

warnings: they match each other’s freak, in a weird fucking way; he’s obsessed with pudge and pubic hair (like a man should be); undernegotiated kink, please don’t engage in this kind of stuff without extensive communication!; very explicit bdsm things: panty stealing, choking and breathplay, on oneself (DON'T!!!) and on someone else, painplay, ball slapping, degradation, praise, spit, dacryphilia; breeding; implied butt stuff (m receiving)

link to part 1

skzms masterlist // ko-fi

A wet dream. His best, filthiest, dirtiest, most magnificent dreams and then some, that’s what it feels like when you push him onto the bed, curl two fingers into the chain of his necklace, your necklace, and slot your lips over his in a hot, searing kiss.

It’s everything. You’re everything. Everything he has ever wanted. Needed. Desired, loved more than anything. Your lips are soft, your spit sweet, the way you move against him controlled but demanding in a way that makes him want to just open his mouth and let you have your way with him. When you nip at his bottom lip, jolts of electricity shoot between his legs and his cock is throbs. He’s so, so close despite being entirely untouched.

And God, every inch of you he can get his hands on – it’s all so fucking perfect that he struggles to make sense of it. Every new inch of you that his hands touch is so new and so perfect – he wants to try and catalogue it all, store it away in his head for a rainy day, when he touches himself, when he’s three fingers deep and sobbing into his sheets. Just in case this is a dream.

Your tongue licks over his bottom teeth and Minho moans. It’s not a dream.

You’d pushed him against the wall as soon as the door closed behind you, one hand fisted into the collar of his shirt, and his breath had caught, his whole body taut like a bowstring – but you didn’t kiss him. You were trembling, breathing heavily, mirroring the desperate shake in Minho’s impossibly tight body, but you didn’t kiss him, only let your forehead fall against his and mumbled out a we need to talk about this first before dragging him to his room.

And talk you did. Standing in front of him, flushed and gorgeous, and just a little self-conscious. That alone nearly sent Minho to his knees in front of you. You’re my best friend. I’ve wanted this for a long time. If we do this, I can’t just be your friend. I want us to be more. The words had just tumbled out of your rose petal lips as if saying them was easy, as if they weren’t words Minho had never in his wildest dreams thought he’d get to hear from you. He’d breathed out your name, taken a step closer, fingers itching to touch, to feel, to finally sink his teeth into what he never thought could be his, but you’d stopped him, a steady palm in the middle of his chest, eyes pits of a darkness so deep it made the hairs on Minho’s neck prick up. Traffic light. Red for stop, yellow for slow down or try something else, green for good. Got it? Minho, nodding blindly, excitement shivering through his veins, his cock already filling out in anticipation. You blinked at him, something even darker running through your eyes like molten glass. Don’t look at me like that. Minho, sucking in a breath. Like what? Barely audible. Breathed out a laugh that wasn’t one.

Like you want me to ruin you.

This time, Minho’s legs did buckle, stumbling backwards, until his ass hit his mattress. A desperate breath, a pleading, something in his voice he’s never heard before. You, stalking towards him, one step at a time, a look in his eyes like you were ready to tear him to pieces. His wildest, dirtiest dreams, coming true.

Ruin me, fuck, please, ruin me.

You straddled him, turning his brain into goo with your sudden proximity, rattling off a laundry list of dirty things you wanted to do to him, waiting for a nod or a shake of his head – the latter of which he had previous few to give you. Most everything you mentioned coming straight from his filthiest dreams. It was a miracle he could listen at all, your breath fanning over his face sweet like steamed red bean buns, the plush of your ass on his thighs, the heat of your body slowly settling into his until he felt like he no longer existed as himself, like he was only a vessel for you to do with as you pleased. At the end, you only looked at him for a long moment.

We’ll talk more about this later, but were you honest with me? Are those your only hard no’s?

The words reached him through a fog, through a dense, all-consuming desire to kiss you. He nodded again, blearily, blinked up at you, met your eyes; dark, predatory, yet oddly loving. He shivered, a full-body thing that you watched impassively, your expression giving nothing away. Then you leaned in. Whispered the words that made Minho whimper pathetically before your lips met his and his entire body exploded into fireworks.

God, you’re perfect.

Minho has never believed in God, but he thinks kissing you is the closest thing he’ll ever experience to heaven.

The weight, the heat of your body – he has imagined it so many times, but it’s so much better when it’s really you. When it’s the plush of your thighs caging his hips against the mattress. The drag of your chest against his as you lick into his mouth.

Your fingers find his jaw, press into the sides until his mouth falls slack with an embarrassing sound, somewhere between a moan and a gurgle, before you lick into his mouth. The smell of you, your shampoo, your perfume, the smell he has sucked out of so many of his sweaters, is all around him, threatens to overwhelm him. He wonders if his sheets will smell like you when you’re done. He might have to sleep on the couch. He might not be able to handle it.

Your hand is still on his jaw, fingers digging into the hinge of it, when you pull back, blink your eyes open, stare at him. Pinned to the bed, under the delicious weight of your body, he lets you stare your fill.

“You never said …” you suddenly murmur, and Minho blinks. Raises his eyebrows in question. “When I said I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. That I wanted to be more. You never said if you wanted it, too.”

Minho feels his heart plummet. Oh God, how could he not have … how could he …

He tries to say something, but because of your hand on his jaw, all he can do is gurgle. So he settles for nodding, his eyes wide, blinking rapidly.

You watch him struggle, and smile. It’s disorientingly soft for how harsh your grip on his jaw still is, nails digging into his skin and all.

“Shh, it’s okay, bunny,” you mumble, and Minho squirms. His cock throbs at the nickname. “We can talk later, I just needed to know you want me the way I want you. For good. Forever.”

Minho swears his heart gives out at the words. He strains, tries to get the words out, pleads with you with his eyes, and you seem to understand.

“Okay, good,” you whisper, and then you pucker your lips – and spit right into his mouth.

Minho’s eyes roll into the back of his head. You let go of his jaw and his mouth snaps closed immediately, swallows your honey sweet spit before the words tumble out like they were just waiting to be freed.

“Forever. Want you forever. Have wanted you. Always. I lo … I love you. I love you. Please.”

Too much? Too soon? It barely scratches the surface of how he feels for you. Those words seem paltry compared to what you do to him. But he can’t think when you’re so close, when you just kissed him for the first time, when he hasn’t even gotten to kiss you for a second time yet.

Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and you smile, so wide your cheeks bunch up and your nose scrunches adorably and Minho makes a helpless noise in the back of his throat.

You dip down, rub the tip of your nose against his, giggling when he needily tries to push up, tries to mush his lips onto yours again.

“Oh, Minho,” you sigh, and it’s better than every moan of his name he has ever picked out of your daily interactions and manipulated until they fit into his fantasies.

You wait until he meets your eyes, a little cross-eyed from how close you are, before you whisper a soft “I love you, too” and lean in.

This kiss is raw. Softer, slower, but so full of feeling – and maybe he was worried that his sentimentality ruined the moment, but that fear is assuaged by the sheer desperation with which you kiss him, the little sigh that you breathe into his mouth that makes a shiver run down his spine.

“Where are they?” you mumble into his lips without pulling back, and Minho doesn’t have to ask what you mean.

Blindly, he shoves his hand under his pillow and pulls them out. Black lace, crushed and crumpled and humiliatingly obviously spit stained. He’d sucked on the seat of them until he was choking on his saliva just this morning, his mind swimming with the knowledge that you knew, that you would come over later that day ‘to talk’ – the mind-blowing possibility that you might feel the same.

You pull back, and he watches you blink at them, the fingers of the hand resting on his chest curling into his sensitive chest, making the sensitive nerve endings there explode into an exquisite pleasure-pain. You breathe out a curse, dip down to kiss him again, your whole chest flush with his, your weight on his chest and your lips on his making it hard to breathe, but all it does is make his cock throb harder. He might come at this rate, only from your lips on his and the fact that you’re the one robbing him off his breath instead of his own hand.

You pull back until your lips are merely brushing his, your eyes still closed, as your hand slides up the arm, to the hand that he’s clutching the panties in. You stop at the wrist, circle your fingers around it and squeeze. Minho’s breath catches in his throat.

“I came in them,” you mutter, lowly, and Minho’s sanity slips. “I humped my pillow, thinking of you.”

This can’t be real. This can’t be real. He must be dreaming. This cannot be real. He lets out a guttural, feral moan.

“I had come up with the plan then, already. I knew I was going to leave them there, hoping you would pick them up. I … I came so hard, Minho,” you shiver out the last words and Minho’s arms finally move from where they were uselessly resting against the sheets, wind around your body to pull you against him, trying to feel more of you, his hips grinding up into your hip helplessly. “I came so hard thinking of you taking them.”

Minho can’t help himself. There are no words in any language he speaks that could explain what he’s feeling, so instead he pulls you into a kiss, one that wipes his brain free of anything except an almost primal need, and an even more primal sense of pride that he is able to kiss you like this now. Uninhibited. Uncoordinated. Needy. Filthy. Tongues tangling until there’s spit dripping out of the corner of his mouth. The whimper you press into his mouth tells a story of a desperation he never in his wildest dreams thought you could feel about him.

He could sob. Maybe is about to, when you rip yourself away, push yourself up with a hand next to his head, and then, suddenly, curl your other hand around his neck and Minho roars, stars exploding in his vision from the intensity with which his eyes roll, his body locks up. He pulls your hips flush with his cock, at the same time as he presses his hips up so hard it almost hurts. He’s throbbing, one second away from coming into his pants. You tighten your fingers. Minho gurgles out another moan. This is everything he has ever wanted.

“I want you so bad. My filthy, pervy, best friend.”

His vision speckles, his heart thumps in his chest. His breath comes out in short bursts.

“Don’t you think I saw you staring? Don’t you think …”

You let go of his neck and oxygen rushes into Minho’s lungs so fast he has to screw his eyes shut so he doesn’t pass out. You lift yourself off him, and he nearly sobs at the loss of warmth. He doesn’t need to look down to know there’s a wet spot on his sweats. He hears you laugh, hears the note of condescension in it, and his cock twitches in his pants. Clearly, you see because you laugh again. He’s so overwhelmed, he throws his arm over his face and whimpers pathetically.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you snarl, and Minho shivers with something that is almost fear, but he doesn’t dare remove his arm from his face. “Do you think I can’t see it …,” you trail off dangerously.

And then, so quick he can’t even wrap his head around it, mean little fingers curl into the waistband of his sweats and his boxers and rip both down his legs in one fell swoop. Minho gasps, arm flying off his face and back flying off the bed, his hard, aching cock slapping heavily against his abdomen. When his eyes fall on you, you’re staring straight at it.

“Do you think I can’t see your cock bulging in your pants when you get hard?”

You meet his eyes and Minho blinks, nods, then shakes his head. He doesn’t have the wherewithal to figure out if that was really a question, if you wanted an answer, what answer you wanted.

You smile at him, almost eerily, before you drop your eyes back down to his cock and go back to staring.

“So big,” you hum, and Minho shivers. His cock twitches. “So pretty, too. I wonder if you even know what to do with it.”

Minho’s nails dig into the sheets so hard he wonders if they will tear. He needs you to touch him. He needs it more than he needs air. But you won’t, you just keep staring.

“P-please,” he croaks out, and your head snaps up to him, eyes filled with faux surprise.

“Please what, you nasty little thing? Aren’t you literally currently getting off on me staring at that useless dick of yours?”

Minho whimpers, and he swears he feels tears prick at his eyes. He swallows them down.

“T-touch …,” he chokes on a whimper.

You breathe out a laugh, and Minho thinks he might actually cry.

“Not so fast. Need to see what I’m dealing with here, first. On your hands and knees, now.”

Minho’s body computes the order before his brain does, already scrambling up before his thoughts catch up. When they do, he hesitates. Looks from you to the bed, and back. You seem to understand. You smile.

“Such a good boy,” you purr, and he sinks his nails into his thighs. “Face towards the pillows.”

Oh, God.. He’s imagined this. So many times.

He turns, plants his shaking hands on the mattress. He’s naked from the waist down, except for his socks. He’s still wearing his t-shirt. And the necklace, of course. His ass is still planted on his heels, too shy to lift it, though he knows you want him to. Can feel it. But a part of him wants you to ask.

He’s shaking.

You tsk behind him.

“Come on, bunny. You know what I want. Get your pretty little ass up. Show me.”

Minho does as he’s told. Puts more weight on his trembling arms. Props himself up.

The cool air against his ass, against his hole, is maddening. He wonders if you like what you see. Wonders when he last shaved. It's not like he's getting any. The last time he tried sleeping with someone, he couldn't even get it up. Came in three minutes when he got home and touched himself to the thought of you, though.

He follows blindly when he feels your fingers guiding his legs closer together, barely registers the brush of your touch against his cock before it’s gone again, his balls tucked behind his legs, his shaft resting along the backs of his thighs. He’s so exposed.

You hum appreciatively. One warm palm finds his ass cheek, caresses, kneads the flesh, the other smoothes over his calf, up and up over his thighs, until it’s resting on his hips. It feels like you touch him like that for forever, and he gets so lost in the sensations that he almost screams when a dry finger brushes against his hole.

You shush him soothingly and somehow, it does calm him. His breath is already coming in erratic bursts. He feels his cock twitch against his thighs. You probably see it. You probably see everything. The thought makes a few droplets of precum dribble from his tip. He’s mortified. It only makes him harder.

“Do you like your little hole played with, bunny?” you ask, sweetly, and he doesn’t even pretend to hesitate. He nods frantically. You hum like you’re stowing away the knowledge for another day.

“We’ll try that another time, won’t we? Because only good bunnies get their hole played with. And you’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

The line should be cringey, but your voice is so soft, almost dreamy, and it works. He shakes his head. Then nods. Then stops in despair.

You laugh. He blushes crimson, knows you can see it on the tips of his ears.

You don’t respond, instead you’re quiet and then-

Minho screams when your palm makes sharp contact with his balls. The pain zaps through his oversensitive body and then settles deep in his abdomen, where it turns into liquid hot arousal. His arms give out and he faceplants into his pillows.

“Been staring at me for so long. Staring at me and then getting hard. With that big cock of yours bulging through your pants.”

You slap his balls again and this time he expects it, doesn’t scream, only yelps, screw his fingers into the sheets. Another dribble of precum drips from his tip. It hits his calves. God, he has never been this wet before.

“How long have you been touching yourself to the thought of me?”

Minho barely computes the question. His whole body is trembling, waiting for the next slap, his mind bleary and foggy.

Your palm comes down on his thigh, then his ass, and then his balls, one after another, so fast he barely has time to catch his breath. This time, he moans.

“Answer me, Minho.”

The arousal in his guts pulls tighter at the way you say his name.

Stern, a little mean. Dimly, he realises he will come soon.

You say his name again, warningly, and he blinks the fog from his eyes enough to answer.

“Always,” he gasps out, screw his eyes shut in humiliation, “since we met. Always thought you were the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Couldn’t stop thinking about you …”

He cuts himself off with a high, keening moan, when he feels soft fingers run over his balls, massage the soft skin. You’re touching him. You’re touching him.

“Go on,” you mutter, and he does. He would do anything you ask.

“Couldn’t … couldn’t stop thinking about you. W-wanted you, yes, to touch you but also … so much … ah … more. I always loved you, I promise, I promise.”

He nearly sobs. It feels insane to finally say all of this out loud. To say it to you.

You hum, a soft, appreciative thing. It makes his heart do somersaults in his chest.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

The slap catches him off guard this time, and he yelps, his back arching, the arousal pulling hotter.

“‘M so-sorry …” he howls, “I didn’t think … never thought you … you could want me like that … you were too … perfect …”

“So instead you touched your cock to fantasies of me spanking you? Being mean to you?”

Minho nods, and the next spank sends a full-body spasm through him. There’s a violent heat, building in the very core of his body, and his legs start trembling.

“Stupid boy,” you mutter, and the softness in your voice, laced in with the annoyance, the humiliation pulsing behind his eyes, and the next slap, hitting him just right–

Dull pleasure explodes through his body, and he comes with a tiny, choked up moan, back arching, chest and face pressed into his sheets, his cock spurting his load down the back of his thighs, hot and sticky.

The orgasm is astringent, thin and sharp, like the pain still lingering from your slap, and he sobs into the quiet of the room. You’re frozen behind him, probably in shock. Staring at the mess he made of himself. He fists his hand into the pillow next to his head. Tries to hold on. Feels himself start to spiral.

Suddenly, you get up, your weight lifting off the mattress, the sound of your socked feet leaving the room, and his usual post orgasm shame slams into him like a freight train. He doesn’t even move, stays with his face buried in the drool-stained pillow, his ass in the air, cum drying on the back of his thighs. The pillow feels like it’s getting wetter, and it’s only then that he realises that he’s crying. Not a full on sob, but a steady sniffle, dripping into the cotton until he can feel it wet his skin.

He doesn’t hear you come back into the room, nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels a warm, wet washcloth run over the backs of his thighs. The touch is barely there, almost utilitarian, if it wasn’t for the gentleness with which you touch him, hold him in place, caress over the skin. It’s so soothing. When you ghost the towel over the sensitive underside of his cock, he sniffles into the pillows. You make a soft sound under your breath, and the next thing he knows, he’s slowly being guided onto his side by your gentle hands.

He doesn’t even try to hide his tears, couldn’t if he tried, his arms aching too much to move them to hide his face. But he doesn’t avert his eyes from the ceiling, tries his best to ignore your stares burning into him. He can’t face it yet, whatever it is you feel.

Only when he feels you slowly unfurl his legs, helping him straighten them out, knead them between your warm palms, does he look down. You look like an angel. So pretty. So gentle. Tears blur his vision. He doesn’t want to have fucked it all up. He can’t live if you don’t love him any more now.

When his body is stretched out, resting clean and comfortable again his sheets, you lie down next to him. Place your gorgeous head on his pillows, fold your palm underneath your cheek, reach out the other to card through his sweaty hair. Minho thinks he can feel the touch in his entire body.

For a long moment, it’s quiet. You’re looking at him. He’s staring at you. He tries not to blink. He doesn’t want to miss a single moment. A small smile steals its way onto your lips, and he feels tears gathering in his eyes again. God, he’s so fucked up over you.

Before he can cry again, you gently scoot closer to him, your gaze dipping down to his lips, your nails dragging over his scalp soothingly.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here. Did so well, for me, my sweet boy …”

Your voice sounds far away, but your words make the dread melt from Minho’s bones so fast it makes him dizzy. Replaces it with a quiet, helpless kind of love. He can feel your breath on his lips. He closes his eyes. When you kiss him, he kisses back.

It’s only a closed-mouth kiss that you press to his lips, then another, and another. Soft. Almost chaste. Until Minho presses forward, makes one linger. Gently, still fragile, scared, he parts his lips, runs his tongue over the seam of your lips, greedily swallows the little sigh you make in the back of your throat. You open your mouth to him, slide your hand into the hair at the back of his head, and he presses closer, licks into your mouth. Tentatively, he places a hand on your waist. Holds his breath. Waits for your hum of approval, you arching into his touch, before he finally lets his hand explore the body that’s been haunting his every waking hour for the last years.

The dip of your waist is sweet. It fits perfectly under the curve of his arm when he winds it around you, pulls you against his chest until he can feel all of you against him, your belly softly rising and falling against his, your tits squished into his chest, thighs pressing together, before one slings over his. He can feel the strap of your bra under your shirt. He curls his fingers into it for just a second, entertains the thought of ripping it off you. Of the punishment you might dole out. It makes his cock twitch. He’s sure you can feel it, but you seem distracted enough, your fingernails dragging down his bicep, slipping down to his waist, to snuggle even closer, press your body into his like you want to make a home in it. He wishes you would. Carve out his chest and crawl in. Make yourself a home in his bones. He’d keep you safe.

Slowly, slow enough for you to be able to protest, should you not want it, he drags his palm down the dip and curve of your back, until his fingertips start gliding over the thick, mouthwatering swell of your ass. His pinky snags on the pocket of your jeans when he slides down to cup your cheek. Then he squeezes.

Dumbly, he watches, feels, as you gasp into his mouth, your hips twitch forward into his body your hand tightens on him, tries to drag him closer, though your bodies are already pressed so close he loses track of where he ends and you begin. When he kneads your ass again, you rock your hips forward again, and he slips his thigh in between your legs almost instinctively. Your legs clamp around it and with the next squeeze of your ass, you gently moan into his mouth, suck his bottom lip between your teeth and grind against his thigh. He can feel the heat of you through your jeans.

Minho’s cock is already hardening; so fast, and so soon after coming, that it aches. But your body underneath his hands, so beautifully responsive, so clearly enjoying him touching you–

His hand wanders, slides down the expanse of your thigh, down the outside, then back up, sweeping over the top, his thumb dragging over the inside seam of your jeans, until his fingertips find your waistband.

When he pulls himself away from you, he’s breathing heavily. There’s a string of spit that hovers in the air for a solid second, before it breaks, wets your bottom lip. He leans in, licks it clean, presses a chaste, almost reverential kiss to your lips. Much as he wants to let it linger, he doesn’t. He pulls back until he can look at you again and finds you already staring at him. Doe-eyed, yet wild. He has to swallow a growl, like a feral fucking animal. His fingertips trace the waistband of your jeans, knuckles brushing against the impossibly soft, sweetly pudgy skin underneath your belly button, until he reaches his goal. He taps his fingers against the metal button, looks at you with a question in his eyes. You nod.

Your breath puffs against his face in shallow bursts as he pops the button, his mind playing a highlight reel of all the time he’s imagined his as he slides down the zipper. He doesn’t even bother pulling your jeans down, only leans back enough so he has enough space to shove his hand down your pants. It feels a little dirty this way. Like you could be anywhere. In the car. In a restaurant bathroom.

His fingers brush past coarse, trimmed hair and God, he loves that you haven’t shaved it all off. He wants to bury his nose in it, wants to breathe you in until he never forgets your scent. The cotton of your panties is sticky against his knuckles when his fingertips make contact with the hot, slick heat of you. You gasp, and his cock twitches, and he can’t help the wanton groan that tears past his lips.

With the awkward angle, he can really only dip his fingertips in, and it’s not enough, not even remotely, so much so that he feels greedy, feels maybe more courageous than he should. He kisses you harder, pushes you backwards with every greedy press of his lips, until you’re lying back against the pillows and your legs fall open, and he can shove his hand further down your pants and finally–

Your body arches into his, your fingers fist the material of his shirt, when he sinks his fingers into your slick properly. A wet finger finds the button of your clit and his mind shuts down, the only thing he can think of is you. Your heat, your body, your pleasure. He would die in service of it if he could.

His cock is half hard and aching, where it’s lying against his thighs, and he hisses when the sensitive skin of it brushes against the harsh material of your jeans in the most delicious way. He sinks his ring finger into your heat and one of your hands wraps around his chin, forces him to look at you.

The insistent strength of your grips makes fuzziness bloom in his consciousness again already.

“You sure you’re good for another round?” you whisper.

It’s a silly question. As if Minho could rest, knowing he hadn’t pleasured you yet. As if he could rest without knowing what your orgasm tastes like.

Blearily, he nods, grinds his hard cock against your jeans again. He hopes he stains them. If it were up to him, you’d leave his apartment tomorrow with his cum stained all over your clothes. Make sure everyone out there knows you’re his.

“Soft or rough?” you offer, and he nearly melts. You’re so sweet. But you don’t know how insatiable he is for you. How sweet the the roughness feels to him.

He twirls his finger, rubs it against the silky walls of your pussy. The feeling of it sucking him in makes his eyelids flutter and his train of thought fizzles out.

“Rough,” he manages to choke out, his free hand curling around your wrist, dragging your hand up to his throat until you get the memo, but you stop there suddenly. Stare down, like you just realised something.

“The necklace,” you murmur, and he swallows thickly. He’s scared that you smell it on him, the desperation. That it’s somehow written on his face, branded into his skin, how often he has choked himself with it as he was spilling over his fist.

“Did you know …” you murmur, as you reach out, play with the metal. Your fingers are so close to his throat, he barely dares to breathe. His blood thrums in anticipation.

Then your fingers tighten, and you pull and suddenly, there’s metal wound tightly around his throat and the thin little stick end of the closer peeks out of your closed fist.

“It’s a slip chain,” you whisper, eyes trained on Minho’s face.

It feels so good like this. Tighter, a more even pressure. Oh, he had no idea it could feel this good. Stars dance in Minho’s vision and his hips rut forward, his cock grinding and drooling heavily against your jeans. Finally. Claim. Mark. His brain no longer feels like his own.

“I barely dared think about it when I bought it. But I couldn’t help myself …”

His vision goes spotty, and he doesn’t know whether it’s from the lack of oxygen or the fact that all this time, he had worn the necklace, had worn his devotion to you wrapped around his neck like a dog and now … you tell him you thought about it, too.

All too soon, he thinks, you let go and the oxygen rushing back into his lungs makes Minho nearly collapse into your chest. He moans hoarsely and you hum in response.

“But it’s dangerous. You have to promise me you won’t use it like that when you’re alone.”

Minho blinks. Your tone has changed. He’s trying to figure it out, but his brain isn’t … doesn’t …

Slowly, you pull his hand from your pants and he frowns. Did he do something wrong? He doesn’t think he did, but … you don’t want him to touch you any more?

“Promise me, baby,” you repeat, and he just blinks at you. You seem to finally realise when your face softens, your hand comes up to cup his cheek. He nuzzles into it instinctively, his eyes slip shut. You swipe a thumb over his bottom lip, and his mouth falls open instinctively. Your breath hitches.

“Are you worried because you like playing with the necklace? Hm, bunny?”

Minho nods. Without opening his eyes, he nuzzles closer into your palm. Your attention on him is so addicting. Your thumb finds his bottom lip again, pushes in until it’s resting against his tongue. He wraps his lips around it. Sucks, just a little. You curse under your breath.

“God, you’ll be the death of me. Don’t worry, bunny, we can still play with it,” you purr, and Minho’s brain goes to static, “I’ll choke you as much as my dirty little bunny wants, but alone is too dangerous. Bunny could get too into it. Hurt himself.”

He feels himself nodding. He guesses it makes sense.

You pull your thumb from his mouth, shush him gently when he whines at the loss of its weight on his tongue. But all complaints die in his throat when he realises what you’re doing.Calmly, you shove

down your jeans, exposing your panties. They’re not black, like the ones he stole, but grey this time, but they have the same lace detailing around the waistband. His mouth goes dry when you pull them off your legs nonchalantly, dark where they were sticking to your slick cunt. He can’t see your pussy from here, only the tantalising V of it, your sweet belly and the little curl of pubic hair on your mound, but he feels like he can smell it. His brain zones in on it like he’s a hunter, and it’s his prey. He needs to … he needs to touch … he needs …

“Promise me, and you can touch,” you say, gently, but firmly, and he blinks back at you. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth and the words barely want to come out.

“I … I promise.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Promise what?”

Your hand winds into his hair and the touch shudders through his entire body. His eyes flutter shut, and he grinds his cock forward, mewls when he finds your skin instead of jeans now.

“Minho …”

He sucks in a breath. Wills his brain to focus for one more second.

“I … I promise I won’t play with the n-necklace w-without you …” You hum, press a soft kiss to his lips, and he nearly tumbles into you when he tries to chase your lips.

“Good boy,” you hum, and Minho preens.

The hand in his hair holds tighter, starts pushing him away from you, and he blinks his eyes open in confusion, before he realises where you’re guiding him.

He lets himself be pushed down, between your legs. His mind swimming when you part your legs for him, expose where you’re wet and needy and so pretty , without shame, and the trust you put in him isn’t lost on him, not even in this state.

Your little clit, pink and sweet and swollen, peeks out from underneath its hood, wedged between the lips of your cunt, and he reaches out before he can stop himself. Brings a thumb there. Drags the silky pudge of it aside so he can see more. Spit pools in his mouth.

When the top of your foot makes sharp contact with his balls, it makes his whole body jump – and he drools a little bit. You laugh. Almost a little mean, yet nowhere near mean enough. He wonders if he will get to tell you to be meaner. He wonders if you’ll want to be.

Nonetheless, he flushes red hot, wipes the drool off his chin with the back of his hand.

“I don’t need to even tell you what you did wrong, hm?” you mutter, disappointment laced into your voice. He shakes his head, swallows thickly. Mumbles an apology. You hum, then your eyes harden.

“Shirt off,” you order, and he rips it off his body so fast he nearly falls over. When his eyes focus back on you, you’re staring at him. Eyes roaming over his shoulders, his chest, the hint of abs on his stomach.

Minho takes a deep breath. Steels himself for what he’s about to ask.

“You, too …? P-please …?”

He blinks his eyes at you innocently. You stare at him, and sit up, and pull your top over your head.

And as much as Minho tries, he can’t stop his eyes from straying, gluing themselves to every newly exposed inch of skin. How your tits strain against your bra, how the straps dig into your shoulders. The goosebumps that litter your skin when you reach behind yourself, undo the clasp. He nearly drools again when your tits tumble free. They’re as perfect as the rest of you. The perfect size, jiggling prettily, when you lie back down. He watches as your big, soft nipples slowly pebble in the cool air. Notices little streaks of stretch marks around the side of them. He wants to trace them with his tongue, wants to suck your tits into his mouth and feel your fingers tug at his hair and–

“Bunny, you were about to do something, weren’t you?”

Minho blinks back into focus when he realises he’s just been sitting between your legs, staring at your tits for an embarrassingly long time. But the fuzziness in his brain prevents him from feeling any real shame. And so does the soft condescension in your voice.

“Oh, goodness,” you coo, and it’s so sickly sweet it makes Minho’s attention snap back to you, “already so stupid, and we’re not even doing anything yet.”

His eyebrows draw together. He wants to say something, but his brain won’t work the way it should. Instead of thoughts it’s just static.

You sigh, shake your head.

Static. Sadness.

“We’ll have to see if you can even manage to make me feel good,” you sigh, and Minho vaguely shakes his head, clumsily reaches out, digs his fingers into the soft skin of your calves. He wants to lie down, already, wants to eat you out for as long as it takes, as long as it takes for you to shake through an orgasm. He’ll learn. He’ll be patient. He’s not too proud. Your pussy on his face would be a privilege. He’d do anything for you. Anything.

“Aw, sweet thing,” you hum, and he realises he just said all of that out loud. His mind spins. His cock throbs.

“Well, if all else fails, at least you have that big, gorgeous cock of yours,” you hum, and the object of your appreciating twitches needily between his legs. He’d always hoped you’d love his cock. Big, girthy, but not too much. Sensitive. Hard. Leaking. He hasn’t had many partners, but they’d all loved his cock.

“Bunny …” you call, and he realises he zoned out again. “Why don’t you finally put your mouth to good use, hm? Before you get distracted again. Maybe that’ll keep you busy enough.”

And despite how badly he wants it, he freezes. Stuck staring at you with a wish lodged in his throat that he can’t find the words for.

“What is it, baby? What’s your colour?” you ask, and this time, it’s free of any condescension. You’re really checking in on him he realises. It’s okay. You want him to feel good. He’s safe.

“G-green,” he mumbles, swallows, “c-can I have a k-kiss?”

Your eyes turn impossibly softer, and without a second’s hesitation you sit up, grab him by the wrist, gently pull him closer until he can lean in and press his lips to yours. It doesn’t last for more than a few seconds, but he leans into it with everything he has, drinks up every ounce of love you offer him until he feels drunk, until the static in his head turns warm, like a million bees buzzing around the sweetest honey. It makes him dizzy, floaty, barely aware of his body lowering itself onto the bed, his hands wrapping around your thighs, your waist, his mouth opening and his tongue lolling out, laving over your most intimate place. The staticky mess in his head goes quiet only long enough for him to hear his own debauched moan he laves into your folds..

Tart and sweet like raspberry syrup. Addicting like it’s laced with something. The smell of you, the smell he’s been chasing in the cotton of your underwear for the last week, only tarter, sweeter, muskier. Real. He wants to fucking drown in it.

Your folds are slick and slippery under his tongue, only aided by the drool that slips out his mouth, his tastebuds going haywire. When he laves over your hole, there’s a whole new world of flavour. Something hotter. Sweeter. Creamier.

He chases it, laves at your hole until your legs start closing around his head, before he finally licks into it, past the soft muscles, fucks his tongue into the impossibly small, burning hot space of it, and all the finds is more of the taste he can’t get enough of. It’s even purer there. He laves over your walls, revels how they flutter around him, clench when he’s especially deep. He sucks against your skin, moans as drool and slick slide down his chin.

His mind is completely gone, and when you gently tug at his hair, pull him from your hole and up to your clit, he dutifully starts licking there, too. Licks over your clit, circles it with his tongue, flicks it until your hips start twitching, jerking so hard he can barely keep his mouth on you, so hard he has to dig his hands into you more firmly, and it helps. It also makes your pussy quiver, and as if on cue, he slides down to your hole again and oh, you’re only getting sweeter. He licks at you again, and again, presses over your clit, then slides down, laps at your hole that’s still, somehow, getting more delicious, cream and peaches and musk–

Distantly, he hears you moan, hears you whimper his name. Not bunny, or baby, his name. It shakes him out of his stupor. Almost drunkenly, he pulls away. Feels a drop of your slick, of his spit, slide down his chin. The hand in his hair slips down to rest on his cheek. He blinks up at you and oh. He’d never thought you’d look like this.

Your head is thrown back and you’re flushed, from the apples of your cheeks, down your neck, your chest heaving with heavy breaths, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your body like a thousand diamonds. Your thighs, trembling next to his head, your belly twitching sporadically. He shudders out a breath and you look down at him, make eye contact with him over the swells of your body, and he wishes he could paint so he could immortalize this view. Your makeup is smudged, a strand of your hair is plastered to your forehead. You look absolutely debauched. Fucked out. Perfect. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Oh god, he wants to make you come.

He would've dived back in right then and there if it hadn’t been for your hand sliding back into his hair, fingers tightening in the strands, tugging him to stay upright.

Oh. Right. He was meant to listen. To learn. Instead, he got so lost in it … Are you mad at him now?

“Stop eating me out like you’ve done this before,” you growl, and Minho’s poor, fuzzy brain ties itself into a knot of confusion. “You’re making me fucking jealous. Don’t make me think of you with someone else.”

Oh. He almost laughs.

He almost laughs because … how could you think there could be anyone else? Since the day he met you, he knew this was it for him. It was you, or no one. Anyone he may have had before is only a distant memory, mediocre pleasure, bodies he doesn’t remember, tastes that never did more than mildly gross him out. Right here, between your legs? With the way you look at him, touch him, talk to him, he feels like a virgin all over again. He wants to relearn pleasure. Wants to map it out on your body for the rest of his life. And maybe the next one, too.

Your brows furrow, face scrunching up in annoyance, and he feels giddy. You’re jealous. Jealous of him. Of him.

With a rough little shove, that embarrassingly makes Minho moan very loudly, you push him back, until he’s sitting back onto his haunches. Then you turn around, reach back for his hand and tug him closer.

“Fuck me,” you order, and Minho nearly chokes on his breath.

“F-from behind?” he squeaks out, his brain threatening to melt out of his ears at the mere suggestion.

You nod, shuffle back until you’re right in front of him, stick your ass up and let your upper body fall into the sheets. Presenting your ass, your little hole, your sopping wet pussy to him on a silver platter. When he doesn’t do anything, you wiggle your hips impatiently. Enticingly. As if the view of your naked back, the slope of your waist, the little jiggle of your ass wasn’t enough to drive Minho insane.

He might not survive this.

“Fucking fuck me like you’ve never touched anyone else before,” you hiss, reach out for one of Minho’s pillows, shove it underneath your face, “and make it hard. I wanna feel your cock every time I sit down for at least the next three days.”

Minho reels. You’re filthy. You’re perfect. His hands find your waist, dig into the soft skin, into the soft lines of your stretch marks. He hopes you let him learn them by heart one day. Maybe if you’re still here tomorrow, when the morning sun streams in through his windows. He’d like to kiss you then, all over your body. Explore every inch of it. Worship it like you deserve.

Because he feels almost out of his mind right now. Brain still fuzzy, overwhelmed with the knowledge that you’re here, naked, and jealous. He can hardly remember how to have sex at all. How to make his limbs go through the motions. How to keep enough control of his body to not come immediately when his cock is inside of you. He has soiled innumerable, uncountable sets of bedsheets and pillowcases just imagining this. And now you’re here, naked, jealous of whoever came before you.

“Come on, bunny, or have you really forgotten how to use that big cock of yours?”

Minho breathes out. Tries to shake enough of the fuzziness out of his head to be able to do this. He wants to do this right. Needs to do it right.

With shaky hands, he reaches between you, takes a hold of his cock, hisses at the contact because God, he’s so turned on it actually hurts. He doesn’t know how he will hold out, but he grits his teeth – he will have to. He wants to fuck you with his cock that you called beautiful, and he wants to feel you come around him, and then he wants to breed you f-full …

Nope, he can’t go there right now. He really can’t. He won’t make it. He lines himself up with your hole, watches entranced as your folds part around him, your slick coats his tip – and then he pushes in.

The head of his cock pops in and Minho … loses it.

“Oh fuck. Oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuck.”

He curses until he bottoms out. Loud. Way too loud for a Thursday at 7pm in his busy apartment building. He doesn’t give a fuck. Your naked body is in his hands. Your slick, wet hole is sucking him. Taking all of him. His head nudges at your cervix. It’s a perfect fit. It’s a perfect fit. He almost starts crying.

But before he can, you swivel your hips forward, and then backwards again, fuck yourself back on his cock so perfectly, he nearly doubles over. Nothing has ever felt like this before.

“God, you do feel good,” you moan into his pillow, and Minho just whimpers helplessly. “Such a pretty cock. All for me.”

Without allowing him a second to catch his breath, you do it again, pull back almost all the way before you press his cock back into your pussy, then, again, and again, the slide of it getting easier with every swivel of your hips.

You fuck yourself back hard, slam your ass into his pelvis and the head of his cock brushes your cervix, and he throws his head back, his hands that were previously hanging helplessly by his side, scramble to find your waist. He digs his fingers into your skin, tries to ground himself.

With his cock buried all the way inside of you, you start grinding your hips in slow, torturous circles, and Minho’s cock twitches violently, deep inside of you. You laugh, breathlessly.

“Are you gonna do something, bunny?” you ask, the condescension still clearly audible, even through the veil of arousal. “Come on, I know you wanna. Filthy boy. Come on, hump me, like the horny dog you are.”

Minho nearly blacks out. The embarrassment settles deep into his guts, burns brightly, making his balls tighten already.

“W-wanna … so bad …”

You coo, clench your walls around him tightly, and he keens, nearly doubles over and crashes into you.

“Then go for it,” you coo, “come on, bunny, with a cock that big I’m sure I’ll still feel something at least.”

He feels like the luckiest man alive. Like he’s nothing but a feral, horny dog that you’re tugging into place so he can hump you. He’s the luckiest man alive because you let him and you like it.

He tightens his grip on your waist, sinks one of his hands into the plush of your ass, pulls back, and then fucks into you at the same time as he pulls you back onto his cock, and it’s the best thing he has ever felt in his entire life.

“Yeah,” you breathe, “do it again. Just like that.”

And he does. Every thrust punctuated with a helpless moan, he starts fucking into you, slowly, savouring every drag, until your pussy gives way for him so easily, the drag against your walls gets so wet and easy, that he speeds up. One hand screwed into your ass, using the thickness of it to pull you against his cock, he starts slamming into you in earnest.

He’s moaning. Wantonly. Loudly. Dimly, he realises that you are, too. Just as loud. Your hand fisted into the sheets so hard your knuckles are turning white.

He lets his body take over. Rolls his hips, grinds against you harder with every thrust. His knee slips slightly to the side on the sheets, and it angles his hips differently, and you moan loudly into the sheets, your pussy gushing wet and hot around him. He drills into the spot again and again, rolls his hips, rubs the sensitive underside of his cock against your walls until he thinks he might pass out, the pleasure rocking through him threatening to consume him.

When you swirl your hips to meet him, his hips stutter. But you do it again, drag over his cock with a practised swivel of your hips. Practised. With someone else.

Suddenly, the tables have turned. Now he’s the one consumed by a murderous jealous rage.

He doesn’t know if you feel it in the air, if something changes in the way he moves, but suddenly, you’re moving, pushing yourself up on your shaky arms, reaching a hand behind you, reaching out to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to lace his fingers with you. Pull you up. The changed angle makes you gasp, your fingernails digging into the back of his hand.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, his hips faltering, settling into a slower, more controlled pace, “baby. Baby. Y/Nie …”

He’s babbling, but he can’t stop himself.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much. Please, don’t … don’t fuck anyone else ever again. Want you to be yours. Want to be your only one. Please. Please.”

His voice is high and thin. He’s babbling and pleading, and you whimper, and then you grind backwards, grind his cock inside of you deeply, and he feels the shudder that goes through you shiver through the walls of your cunt. He’s connected to the deepest part of you and the knowledge alone makes him dizzy. Blindly, he falls forward, plants one palm into the bed in front of you. Your soft back catches him. His face lands in your hair. He breathes you in like a starved man. You’re here. You’re his.

“F-fuck, bunny,” you gasp out, and it’s so close to Minho’s face that he can feel your voice rumble through your body. It’s unreal.

With one hand resting on your belly, resisting the urge to worship every inch of it with his fingers, he cautiously pulls back, just a little bit, and then sinks his cock back into you. The twin moans you let out, bounce off the white walls of his room.

“I love you, too, bunny, you’re the only one,” you gasp out between the little moans punched out of you with every rut of Minho’s cock inside of you, “never felt … never felt like this, bunny. Baby. Minho.”

His name again. Minho feels faint. His lips find the skin of your shoulder, brushes against every inch of it he can reach. Tongue, teeth, lips. Licking up the saltiness of your sweat, the heady musk of your body.

He feels drunk when he starts to set a cautious rhythm. Pulls back as far as he can, without having to unglue himself from your back, because he thinks he might die if he does.

Your pussy feels hot. Swollen. Wet. Abused. It throbs around him. He wishes he could stay buried inside you for the rest of his life.

Both your bodies move with every thrust of his hips, and his slow pace picks up again soon because it’s addicting, hearing the noises punched out of you, feeling every single tremor of pleasure shiver through your skin. His free hand finds your tits, wraps around one of them, thumb and pointer finger finding your nipples. Soft. Soft soft soft like everything about you. He pinches meanly and you gasp quietly. Not so sensitive there, he notes, carefully, in the compendium of you that he will fill out for the rest of his life.

With one particularly deep thrust, your pussy squelches around him, and he realises just how wet you are around him.

“G-gonna cum,” you mumble.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, bring his hand up to your mouth and suck two of his fingers into your hot, wet mouth. Minho groans, fucks forward so hard he nearly sends you toppling over. You’re not phased, only lick around his digits until they’re soaked, and then, with an unrelenting confidence, drag them down, down, down, between your legs and oh of course.

The angle of his arm makes his body press closer to you, and he could cry for joy. Every deep thrust of his hips makes your sweaty bodies slide together. Minho laves over a bruise in the crook of you that he barely remembers sucking into your skin, and rubs his fingers over your clit and your response is immediate.

Your head falls back, comes to rest against his shoulder. He rubs deeper, harder, fingers brushing against where his cock is pounding into you with every swipe, trying desperately to not lose his head, trying to take in every single second of this.

Your body leaning back into him more, relying on him to hold you; your walls tightening, fluttering, squeezing him so hard he can barely feel his toes, so close is he to coming.

The beautiful tightening of your body culminates, and before he knows it you’re shaking apart in his arms. Trembling. Letting out a long, desperate moan, fucking your hips back against his cock, holding his hand between your legs, wringing every single drop of your pleasure out of his willing body.

Before you’re even done, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, and he comes, too, pleasure throbbing through his veins, pounding through his head so hard he fears he may black out. Still rubbing your clit he bullies his cock as deep as he can, and then fucks in even closer, no doubt bruisingly punching against your cervix, but you don’t seem to care. You moan. Sob. Take every single drop of his seed, milk it out of his cock and into your greedy body.

You freeze there, for a second, breathing heavily, aftershocks racking through your body, through your pussy, still locked around him. Minho’s brain feels like it’s floating somewhere far above him. Blearily, he realises that he’s still blindly suckling on the skin of your shoulder, and he lets go of it with a pop. There’s a bright purple bruise where his mouth was. It makes a familiar flicker of shame lick up in his guts.

But before he can panic, you sigh contentedly, take his hand, slowly manoeuvre the both of you onto the bed without Minho’s cock even slipping out of you. Some feral part of him purrs in satisfaction. Wants to plug you up and keep you full of him all day, every day.

You come to rest in his arms, the little spoon to his big spoon, warm, pliant, slightly sticky, pulling him closer until he’s plastered against your back again, wrapped around him tightly, like you don’t want to let him go either. When you still try to pull him closer, he can’t help the soft giggle that escapes him. You smile. His heart skips a beat at the sight.

Lazily you squeeze his hand, pull it up until you can press a soft kiss to the back of his it. You hold it there, nuzzling your face into his skin, nudging your thumb with his nose. His heart threatens to beat out of his chest. You let the fingertips of your free hand softly over his arm.

“Did so well for me, baby,” you mumble, sleepily, “so well. Love you so much. Let’s rest for a moment and then shower, okay?”

The words make something in Minho’s chest bloom. The flicker of shame and anxiety is smothered by sheer light and warmth, and he realises now, what he was missing all this time.

He mumbles your name into your hair. You hum.

“Stay?”

You giggle, gently tug his arm tighter around you until he nearly topples over you, his sensitive, softening cock shifting inside of you.

With your eyes closed, and a giant smile on your face you bring his hand back to your lips, press a kiss the back of it again, before you start peppering kisses all over his hand, his wrist, anywhere you can reach. You tip your head back, wait until he presses a softm dazed kiss into your hair, before you blink open your eyes. Smile at him. “You’re not getting rid of me anymore.”

Minho smiles. Then he leans in and kisses you. Cups your face, runs a hand over your sweaty hair, breathes a million I love yous into your lips until you’re giggling again. In the morning, he’ll find the real words. All the scattered remnants of his burning, desperate love for you, scattered through his battered, bruised, body, and he will tell you, for real. He will tell you just how and and just how much he loves you.

But not now. Now he’ll kiss you, again and again and again, just because he can, until you call him bunny again, just to make him pliant enough to let you shoo him in the shower.

He likes being your bunny.

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— sex chocolates & sub ! minho 💗

🏷️ dom!gn!reader, sub!minho, petname “pretty,” aphrodisiacs (sex chocolates), oral fixation, breast play, slight overstimulation.

minho looked up at you through heavy eyelids. he took in the view of your stunning figure from under only to be trapped in a deep kiss.

his lips and yours still have the lingering bittersweet taste of the fancy chocolates.

as his lips pressed harder against yours, his eager tongue swiped across your mouth. the kitten licks from his end prompted you to do the same. your tongues danced together, in such sync that it made your heads spin too fast, but he savored every single bit of it.

the taste of the cocoa delicacy couldn’t leave his mouth. neither could he take the wonderful aroma of the sandalwood scented candle. your touches felt fiery, as if a fever rushed through his system.

“sensitive, pretty?” you asked him.

minho blinked in rapid succession, attempting to focus, but failing miserably at the sight of your warm smile.

“oh, i feel sensitive too,” you giggled, giving him goosebumps.

it’s true, every single little sense in your system suddenly felt ten times worse. the fabric of his shirt felt too much but he started salivating at the feeling of your skin against his. it was difficult for him to describe, but you understood: he could tell by the deep gasps escaping your throat that you enjoyed the feeling of his body writhing under you. you enjoyed the sounds he was making too, moans that he could not be aware of due to his fixation on pleasure.

but too many words are too boring to describe how fucking amazing you both felt.

you undid his shirt faster than ever. he took your top off too, throwing it aggressively on the floor before lifting your hips to help you out of your pants. he took his off, too, but immediately succumbed to his hazy headspace the moment you held his waist.

“pretty boy’s getting eager.” you traced your fingers up his sides, watching him arch his back until his bare chest was up against yours. “gonna put this beautiful body to use, yeah pretty?”

“mhmm,” minho practically whined. begging through hushed exhales and watery eyes, he lowered his head to stare at your chest.

the idea that popped in his head caused him to blush so much that his cheeks were hot. it didn’t help that your hands trailed down his muscles, the underside of his chest, and his broad shoulders — he didn’t realize that he was mirroring the movements on you.

“kiss please?” he begged, so you kissed him. “another?” he asked, so you answered. he didn’t seem satisfied even if he was reeling in the taste of your luscious lips mixed with the bitter aftertaste of the sweets. he drooled mindlessly as he continued to stare at your upper torso.

minho traced an index finger from your neck down to your chest. “can…i…suck, please?”

that alone nearly drove you insane, but you kept it together.

and like any sane person, you wordlessly traced a finger from his chest up to his neck, before holding him by the nape and shoving his head right onto your nipple.

he immediately latched his lips onto you. it almost felt like instinct, especially with his arms soon wrapping around your upper half in a desperate attempt to support you and himself.

silently thanking you, he flicked your nipples with his tongue, dragged kisses around each nipple and even going across your chest. he left love bite after love bite on the surrounding skin, whining every time you chuckled at the sensation.

“pretty, that’s enough.”

you ruffled his hair and then pulled, making him look up at you, showing the mess he made with pink plump lips and an endlessly salivating tongue. you pulled his head up all the way to kiss his open mouth, tasting everything, never minding how your teeth clashed sometimes.

the second your mouth pulled away, though, he chased it, only to be held back by your hand on his scalp. he pouted.

“can’t i return the favor?”

minho nodded but hesitated slightly. he really wanted it, but he wanted to feel something more.

“aw, my pretty boy always wants something in his mouth.” two of your fingers made its way up to tap his lips. the featherlight touch felt like a thousand kisses from heaven.

“how about you suck on these while i taste you?”

without a second thought, minho opened his mouth and circled his tongue around your fingers. he started sucking, kissing, and playing with your digits as you did the same to his chest. you bit down more harshly than he did, the red marks on your skin looking like nothing compared to the purple near-bruises on his. he felt tempted to bite down too, but he restricted himself with a delicious, soothingly sweet moan.

at this point, minho was leaking, his bare cock thumping angrily against your thigh. the feeling alone made him want to release, but he held it in anticipation. it didn’t matter if you denied the orgasm or abused him until his limit, he wouldn’t mind. he couldn’t care less about his own dick.

he cared more about your lips on his.

“fuck, y/n, so fucking good,” his shaky voice vibrated against your fingers and sent tingles down your spine. “i’m gonna cum, please, help me—”

he came all over your lower half, jutting his hips up against your thighs that sat on his lap. you bit on his left nipple, prompting him to release every single drop.

after the entire scene, he still felt sensitive. minho wanted more, so did you, but everything was overwhelming. dizzy, he continued to suck on your neck as you both calmed down.

“what’s sweeter, me or the chocolates?”

minho popped his mouth off your skin to face you. his mind was purely hazed by now, all offered for you to use. his eyes were filled with lust and hunger, a romance that was laced with a dark and bitter flavor that you’ve never seen before.

he wanted you to take the bites, though: savor him well and eat him whole.

“you’re…sweeter than the chocolates.”