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Oh okay! Yes you can write the second idea of Hyunjin jerking off to the thought of being with a guy while reader watches and guides him💝
GUIDANCE — HYUNJIN.
pairing: hyunjin x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: drunk characters, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, slight degradation, breath play, choking on fingers a/n: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER! i had SUCH a hard time coming up with a plot for this, so yeah… i don’t know if it’s cringe or not but here we are. first part of the ask is here!
today was one of those nights when random confessions were made. you have never been a party girl, but your best friend hyunjin convinced you to go.
“c’mon, it’s the last party of the semester. we have to go.”
the thing is he totally forgot about the fact that he was not a party type either. so now you two were sitting in someone’s room upstairs with a bottle of tequila, talking about the most random topics. you’ve been best friends for years, so there were no secrets left to share.
well, at least that’s what you were thinking.
“you know…” hyunjin stumbled over his words and gave up on continuing a sentence.
“mhm?” the alcohol flowing down your throat burned, but you just loved that feeling - mushy brain, thoughts not forming into one. “know what?”
“nevermind. we’re both drunk, i don’t think it’s time to share shit like that.” he shook his head.
the sound of blasting music downstairs was giving you a sort of comfort. for some reason, it felt so cozy sitting here with hyunjin while a bunch of people were losing their minds just below you.
“no-no, tell me. now is the perfect time to share what’s on your mind, jinnie.” you put a hand in his shoulder in assurance. “c’mon. take another shot for confidence, if you need.”
and he did. it was honestly impressive how two of you managed to drain half the bottle already.
you had run out of lemons a long time ago, so now there was only pure alcohol and some pinches of salt in your veins.
you could swear you weren’t an alcoholic.
“i think i’m bi.” hyunjin said so suddenly, you almost choked on a shot you were about to take. “i’ve been having these thought for a while, but the more i think about it, the more i’m sure.”
“oh! that’s great, jinnie! i’m so proud of you, thank you for telling me.” you were a little taken aback from the sudden confession. no one ever came out to you before, so you couldn’t quite figure out what to say and how to comfort him. not forgetting the fact that you were still drunk.
“yeah… like every time i think of blowing a guy, i just get an instant boner. is that normal?”
nevermind. you were not drunk anymore. with eyes widened, you looked over at your best friend, who was sitting next to you with the booziest expression on his face.
you figured that he was just saying what he was thinking at the moment, not giving it much of a thought. but the wording that he chose made your mind clear in a matter of seconds.
and hyunjin didn’t stop.
“it’s just… i don’t know if you get it, but i need to get my mouth stuffed with cock. i want to choke on it, gag cause it hit the back of my throat.”
“that’s called being horny and touch-starved, jinnie.” you tried to laugh it off while your pussy started to pulsate in your panties. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t touch-starved yourself. and the staggering speech hyunjin just gave made your panties start to soak through.
“i know. but like i also had a quickie with a girl from my class last week and then i realized that deep down i desperately want a guy touch my dick. i just wanna know how it’d feel….” he sighed in frustration, settling comfier on the floor.
hyunjin closed his eyes, while those filthy words kept coming out of his mouth. the room seemed to float around him like a boat, and his voice was raspy and quiet. he was drunk. so drunk, but you did not dare to stop him. you knew it was wrong and could potentially ruin your friendship. but... you couldn't help it. hearing hyunjin talk like that made a knot in your stomach tighten even more. he sounded so hot, even if it was because he was thinking of a guy.
you decided that wouldn't do anything until hyunjin stops himself. god, you felt like a pervert, listening to him in such state. it was supposed to be private and intimate information. you’ve never shared something like this with each other. you had to stop him. you needed to stop him.
“jinnie-“
“and then i'd ask him to cover my nose while he holds his cock in my mouth. and-“ his hand was already dipping past the waistband, halting at the bottom of his stomach.
should you stop watching? keep watching?
“hyunjin!”
he finally snapped out and looked at you. the sight of you with your mouth open made him chuckle. “sorry. shit! sorry- i guess i am too drunk and horny.”
strained silence settled in the room for a while. it was for the best. it was morally correct to stop him. of course, friends shouldn’t discuss something like that and he was about to touch himself in front of you.
the thoughts were spinning in your head as you kept fighting with your drunk brain. but at the end… it won.
“how often do you jerk off to these thoughts?” you said quietly as you stared at hyunjin in curiosity. “of a guy touching you-“
he glared at you pointedly. "does it matter?”
“well… just wanna make sure that you know what feels good for you, before you have a quickie with a guy-”
hyunjin’s eyes snapped wide open as your face flushed red, as if you hadn't meant to voice out your previous statement so blatantly.
“you wanna see me jerk off? is that what you’re saying?” he kept looking at you, studying your embarrassed face with his dark eyes. it was so unexpected from you. but something about the thrill of touching himself in front of you... made him so fucking horny.
after receiving a nod from you, slowly, his hand slid back to his waistband, but didn’t stop now. then he pulled the pants down just enough to expose his underwear and grinded his hand over his hardening dick. the rough material rubbed against his sensitive head, making him sob quietly. a little wet spot where his cock was tenting the material could already be seen. it was almost embarrassing how quickly he got hard.
as soon as him palm fully covered his groin, he let out a loud groan and bit his lip to silence himself. even though the music was still blasting downstairs and constant chatter could be heard down the corridor, hyunjin was worried that someone would hear him.
“don’t stop… please-” you spoke; voice muffled out of embarrassment. “i like the noises you make.”
hyunjin didn’t even have time to be embarrassed because the urge to touch himself was stronger. he repeated the movement with his palm, a soft whimper leaving his lips. in his head, he heard a man’s voice teasing him, cooing over his inability to temper the moans, offering to shut him up with a cock.
the cool air wrapped around the flesh as he finally freed it out of the boxers. his dick immediately fell back against his lower stomach, making you choke on your spit. you’ve never thought you see your best friend’s dick. but there it was - hard and already leaking with precum.
unexpectedly, hyunjin spit on his palm and grabbed his dick roughly. the dirtiness of the act turned you on even more. he savoured that first proper stroke, the shift from teasing to gratification. his mind, already slow and quiet, emptied altogether. he started slow, not allowing himself the full pleasure. precum dripped out of his cock, and he opened his eyes for a second to see how it smeared between the pads of his fingers. the slow moves of his fist united with the slick sounds of saliva and precum spreading all over his length.
you couldn’t keep you eyes off hyunjin. his hands, his throbbing dick, the soft moans leaving his parted lips…
"AH that's so good... that feels so good- FUCK!" he moaned, hips jerking up frantically.
“what are you thinking about?” you asked, fighting with the urge to touch yourself too.
hyunjin answered immediately, ignoring how embarrassed and dirty it made him feel. “there is… a guy on campus. we hanged out a couple of times. and all i could think about is the outline of his dick in his pants. fuck!” he squeezed himself harder at the memory. “everytime he turned away i stared at it like a pervert. i was just trying to not bust in my pants the entire time.”
you quietly laughed at his confession, but continued to play along. “does he have a big cock?”
“oh my god YES! i would give anything to be able to see it- to touch it- to have it on my tongue-“ he moaned pathetically, moving his fist faster. the thoughts made him even more desperate.
“okay, i want you to think about him, jinnie. can you do that for me?”
hyunjin nodded frantically.
“imagine as his hands would slide up your thighs…” with that, your moved your palms in said direction. “then he would touch your hard cock and tell you how pathetic you look right now.”
the desperate moan left hyunjin’s lips as your hand captured his throbbing shaft. you pumped it a couple of times and spread the wetness and a new portion of precum with your thumb down his shaft.
“he’d start jerking you off fast, making you squirm from his touch.” the movements of your hand became rougher. “he would see how close you are. the flush on your neck… your cheeks… the way your breath hitches when he touches you.“
the breath stuck in hyunjin’s throat. he refused, he didn't want to accept the situation. but most of all, he was afraid that he would regret it in the morning, when the drunkenness would pass and only the bitterness of the alcohol would remain on his tongue.
the movement of your hand brought him back to reality. he no longer held back the sounds, moans becoming shamelessly louder.
you were panting and absolutely soaking through your underwear. unable to restrain any longer, you finally started to rub yourself over your underwear. gosh… the amount of arousal you could feel was making the pads of your fingers wet. you were absolutely drenched and soaked down there. and that happened because of hyunjin - your best friend.
you focused on pumping his dick with your other hand and finally slid your fingers into your underwear to circle your clit. the amount of wetness that you smeared on the folds only increased the sensitivity.
you didn't even notice how hyunjin opened his eyes and was staring at you, studying how you were running your fingers inside your underwear, how your eyes closed with pleasure. he groaned and his dick twitched in your hand harder.
“fuck- you look so hot like this.” hyunjin choked out, breathing heavily through the nose.
his gaze only confused you even more, so you mumbled softly in response. “close your eyes again, jinnie. ‘m close.”
he obeyed, letting you work closer to your release on your own. two of you got worked up so quickly, even though just recently you discussed the topic of how hard it is to take exams.
the rush of pleasure hit you fast and heavy. your back arched and you mouth opened in a silent scream. thankfully, hyunjin’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t see your cumming face. at least that’s what you thought.
when you opened your eyes after you came, the sudden idea popped up in your mind.
“open your mouth, jinnie.” you whispered.
he complied and you put your fingers in his mouth experimentally and.. oh god. hyunjin started sucking on them harshly, tasting off your arousal. he slid his tongue on your digits, making them slick with his saliva. his eyes were still shut and you could swear he was imagining a dick instead of your fingers.
unexpectedly, even to yourself, you moved your other hand from the dick to his nose, blocking the breathing.
hyunjin’s eyes widened in surprise at first, but gradually turned into satisfaction. he closed his eyes again, sucking on your fingers even harder than before.
“look at you. so pathetic. are you getting off to this?” you spat out, stuffing your fingers further in his mouth.
he choked slightly, mostly because of the suddeness. muffled moans became louder. the abandoned cock was still standing in the air, new trickles of precum slowly continued to leak from the head.
“hAHHH!” he stammered when you finally took your fingers off his nose, tongue slurring over your fingers still in his mouth. “s-so good! so- good…”
his exhausted fucked out face only turned up the heat. returning your wet fingers to your underwear and collecting the remaining juices from your folds, you repeated the process, blocking his access to oxygen and thrusting your fingers into his mouth. hyunjin only mumbled something in pleasure, sucking on every millimeter of skin.
this time you held your fingers a little longer, but it only aroused him more. once you removed them, he took a deep breath in his chest and took a quick look at his dick. but it was enough for you to realize that he craved your touch down there.
“wanna cum, jinnie?” you cooed, gently running your hand through the veins on his neck, sending goosebumps all over his skin.
“yes-yes, please-“ he choked out, even though you only caressed the skin on his neck.
you brought your hand back to his wet shaft. it didn’t take even a couple of pumps from you to feel the load of sperm falling on your wrist. it was sticky and wet, but so unbelievably hot to feel his cum on your skin.
“i guess… now you know what you like, jinnie.” you said, licking off the droplets off your hand.
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more hyunjin boypussy, i beg 🙏
based on this drabble
🏷️ dom!reader, sub!hyunjin, implied previous cnc. 18+ minors dni.
hyunjin can’t take it anymore.
his cunt hasn’t stopped leaking that tasty wet essence that you love so much. he hasn’t stopped thinking about the one night you violated his cunt. his pussy clenches and it aches—not from pain, but from yearning to be touched by you.
a finger doesn’t help. it’s not the same as you, and hyunjin greedily hopes that you could stretch him out again just the way that you did before. two fingers don’t help. he’s addicted to the high of being used by you. a thumb to his clit and it still does nothing more than make him whimper into his pillow.
“i want daddy,” he whispers. it’s not something he ever thought of saying.
the toy that his mommy—you—used on him doesn’t work as much as he wanted. it stretches him out but not quite, leaving his pussy pulsing around the foreign object as it still craves for more. it’s incredibly wet and the sounds it makes as the toy slides in and out are sinful, but god, if he doesn’t get to squirt from you then he doesn’t feel like squirting at all.
hyunjin wants his mommy, that’s what he kept whining. but his pathetic, leaking, pretty puffy cunt knows better. he wants his daddy to abuse his pussy just the way that you did before.
he won’t ever forget the feeling of your essence leaking out of his pussy. how much of his cum and your cum mixed as it dropped from his needy cunt down to the bedsheets and how filthy yet full he felt.
he should call you.
you’re a dial away. he could video call. show you his needy pussy while you’re off to big things.
maybe you’ll get mad at him for his indecency. you’ll scold him. make his pussy quiver and shake and leak from the degradation.
then you’ll come home to punish him.
just as he wanted.
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An Undeserved Punishment
pairing: hyunjin x reader
warnings: dom reader, sub hyunjin, dumbification (kinda?), objectification (again, kinda?), oral sex (both the reader and jinnie receiving, the reader's gender isn't specified at all), jinnie's called puppy a few times, jealousy,
wc: 5k
a/n: this was literally one of the first fics that i ever wrote that i found half-done in my drafts, kinda rewrote, kinda just finished it-do with that information what you will~
It’s been a little under a week since Hyunjin has last cum.
A little under a week because of loads of things.
Because you’ve been busy with work. Because he’s been busy with work. Because neither of you have just had time and whenever you did, it seemed that you were never really in the right mood: wanting to spend quality time with him and cuddle and coddle him-with clothes on.
And he supposed he could respect that.
But only because he loved you.
He hadn’t cum in a few weeks because of those things. Normal things, y’know?
Oh, and there was also one more tiny little reason, that wasn’t all that important. Because Hyunjin had apologized and felt bad and grovelled, and well, he still got a punishment out of it-but it wasn’t a huge deal.
No, of course not.
It had a little to do with a few things. Y’know, tons of things, loads of things he could barely control, that honestly didn’t deserve this kind of punishment.
Y'know, you were in a bad mood when you gave him this sort of punishment because now you’d surely be level-headed enough to realize that really, he didn’t deserve this.
Surely, you’d been more angry than normal because you were pent up too, after not getting to ruin your pretty little good boy after so long, or maybe it was that asshole at work that you’d complained about a few times, or maybe you were just stressed.
Or maybe it was because of you, a small voice in his head that sounded eerily similar to you reminded him, of exactly what he did to get in his situation.
How you’d invited him to an important work event, with a bunch of important executives and other people, it was all a snooze, really.
Boring old people that could drop a thousand dollar bill on the floor and not be bothered to pick it up; rich assholes with sticks up their asses and snotty looks on their faces, somehow thinking that they deserved to look you up and down like you were a piece of meat and not someone with a heart and feelings and a high enough position that could probably fire them.
There was also your stupid boss that kept pulling you away from Hyunjin, glaring at him as if he were the dirt under his ridiculously expensive shoes.
All in all, Hyunjin had millions of reasons to act out.
But you’d told him to behave, to be respectful because your boss was there and a few other higher ups that weren’t very many but could essentially could ruin your whole career and that were all easily offended enough to do it with the slightest thing not to their standard.
And yes, of course he cared about all of those things-of course he did, how could he not? Your career was greatly important to you. And if something was important to you, it was absolutely important to him.
But…wasn’t he important to you too?
Your sweet, pretty, perfect boy? Your Jinnie?
Wasn’t he important to you?
Because on that very day, when he was getting out of the shower-the one that he was taking for your very super special job event, you’d teased him and by doing that-I mean, you were just asking for him to act out at this thing.
He’d come out of the bathroom, steam rising out of the doorframe, a towel hanging haphazardly and low on his hips, you seemingly couldn’t control yourself.
So really, who’s fault was it really?
Your's Hyunjin, that annoying little voice reminded him once again.
You’d eyed him up and down, nearly drooling at the sight of him, hands aching to touch him; after all-it had been so long, hadn’t it?
How were you supposed to keep your hands off him?
When he came out of that bathroom looking so very, very sexy? Water dripping from his hair and down his lithe body. His smooth skin just begging to be marked and claimed by you and that damn towel.
Jesus Christ, that towel.
Really, how were you supposed resist?
And he certainly wasn’t complaining as he was shoved down onto your bed, your tongue already down his throat, hands already pushing away that towel by the time his body hit the mattress.
You heard no protests.
Not a single peep, only muffled groans and needy whines between kisses, egging you on further to run your hands all over his body, relishing in the way he shivered and moaned so wantonly, so desperately.
You’d kissed him breathless, kissed him raw and deep and hard, like you were starved and he was salvation.
You kissed him until his breath ran out and yours did too and he began to feel lightheaded.
His lungs screamed for air as he panted, trying to catch up with his thrumming heart until he jolted at the feel of your lips on his chest.
“Lay back baby, let me take care of you,” was all you said, trailing lower and lower down his abdomen, tracing a trail of water that had made its way all the way down.
Lower and lower still, licking over his v-line, smirking as his hands came to grasp at your hair-not controlling-you’d never allow that but simply resting against your scalp.
He’d whimpered and writhed, begged for more-for anything more as you swirled your tongue around his tip, hand pumping along the base of his dick.
“Such a needy little thing for me, aren’t you, baby?”
Yes, he wanted to scream. Yes, for you.
His tongue numb in his mouth, his hands frozen and tense, trying their very best not to shove his cock down your throat.
You’d looked up at him with such a tantalizing look in your eye, promising pleasure or pain or a little bit of both that he would gladly welcome in return for your touch.
Your smile was sly as you took him into your mouth again and again, pulling off right as he was on the brink, driving him certifiably and definitely, maddeningly insane.
“Aww, you’re so cute. So adorable when you’re all dumb for me.”
As per your words, he’d nodded dumbly, how could he not? Because really, in the end, that’s all he was. All he wanted to be. Only a little thing that got so hot and bother by being dumbed down to little more than a mindless toy for you.
Only a slave to the pleasure. An obedient little dog to the commands, chasing and performing and granting every order and whisper for the chance at a treat.
While his hands twitched in your hair, while his dick throbbed in your mouth, while only an endless stream on moans and pleads fell from his mouth.
“So close, p-please, ah! So-so fucking cl-close.”
“Don-don’t stop, pl-please don’t stop, nngh!”
And what had you done?
Stopped.
“W-why?”
You’d only smiled, so sweetly, so cruelly, crooning about how cute he was all blushy and red.
Then you’d gotten up and patted his bare chest, thumb swiping over his nipple too teasingly, lingering for a touch too long for it to be anything but purposeful.
He whimpered, trying to push up into your touch, maybe entice you to stay for just a little bit longer…just enough longer for him to cum and you to cum and perhaps a quick round two?
You hadn’t risen to the bait though, in fact, his neediness just seemed to make you more eager to deny him.
Reaching down and grabbing the towel that you had thrown there, picking it up and tossing it over his chest before crossing the room, feeling his gaze on your back all the while.
He pouted as you had found your place back at your vanity, assessing yourself in the mirror like you hadn’t almost just made him come in your mouth.
“We’re leaving in a half hour Jinnie,” Your eyes had trailed over his bare body in the mirror, eyes darkening for a moment as you practically devoured every inch of skin before just as quickly looking away, messing with your hair a little, making sure every strand misplaced in your endeavour had been fixed back into place. “So I suggest that you start getting ready.”
Hyunjin was hard and needy still throbbing for your touch, certainly less than excited to go to this event. Less than excited to have to tolerate a bunch of egotistical assholes that acted as if they were better than him.
“But-“
“-Hyunjin.” The bratty whine in his tone hardened the last of the lust that was in your eyes, leaving behind a kind of sterness that only made him twitch and bite back the moan ready on his lips.
“Get ready.” You’d turned and walked back over to him, allowing him the last of your kindness with a gentle touch to his face, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead. “And be a good boy tonight.” You moved on just as quickly, passing him on to go into the bathroom. “Be a good boy and perhaps I’ll give you a treat tonight, okay baby?”
—-
In some world, your words, your promise might’ve been enough for him to adhere to what you told him to do. To be a good boy.
In some world knowing that if he was good, you’d reward him for it later on. Just a little puppy eager at the chance-oh it was almost enough for him to listen. For him to behave.
But he can’t help it. Can’t help the want pooling deep in his tummy, the need to let you have your way with him just as you were doing before. He didn’t care at this point anymore.
You could edge him for hours, overstimulate him to tears, tie him up and tell him what a bad mutt he was. As long as you’d look at him with that dark predatory look in your eye, as long as you’d coo at him as if he were nothing more than a dumb puppy.
Anything at this point could satiate him.
And he had a growing problem underneath his fancy dress pants, steadily making things such as even sitting here even harder.
“Hyunjin.”
You voice snapped him out of it, looking up and out the window of the car to see that you were there.
Already? So soon?
His eyes flickered to the time, seeing that you were fairly early, technically speaking, you didn’t have to be there for at least another half hour before you’d be seen as tardy.
“Ca-“
“Nope.” You cut him off before he could even finish the word, seeming to somehow read his mind.
“Bu-“
“Hyunjin. I said no.” Your voice was stern as you assessed your reflection in the mirror one last time, leaving any possibility until after the party only a fantasy he’d replay over and over to keep him sane throughout the night.
One of the things Hyunjin has always loved about you was how you were able to keep up with him, even maybe surpass him with your sexual desires, able to take everything he gave in stride and give some of your own as well.
Most often you were open to anything he wanted to do, seeing most things as ‘you only live once, might as well make the most of it.’ And you’d never before had any issues doing anything risky regarding the publicity of the act but he could tell you were serious this time.
If only you putting your foot down, talking to him in such a steely manner didn’t make him twitch in his pants.
“Okay.” You finally pushed your hair back, looking to him. “You ready?”
—-
No.
He wasn't ready.
He was anything but ready to be here. Around these people, shifting uncomfortably under the heavy weight of their judging gazes.
They all thought they were better than him, he knew. It was impossible not to know. Impossible to ignore with way they scrutinized him and looked him over, over his expensive clothes he bought with your money-with their boss’s money.
Hyunjin knew they were criticizing him, the way his posture was slightly slouched, the way his hair was windswept and messy because he’d decided to stick his head out the car window on the way over, wanting to feel the cool air glide over his face.
He hated this place. Hated these people.
Hated whatever image of him they had in their mind and wished that they would look at him as if he were actually a person or at least not look at him at all.
But this was for you. For the job that you loved, that you’d tell him about at the end of the day with a spark in your eye, for the pride at the work that you did.
It was important to you. And if it was important to you, then it was important to him.
Even if he did want to rip his hair out of his own skull just to give himself some kind of sensation other than the intruding kind of eyes on him. At least you were here with him.
He clung to you like his only lifeline in this place, his arm threaded through yours, your gentle words pointing out the most important people here, the people you needed to impress and the ones it would be best for both of you to avoid tonight. The ones that would try to make a scene and the ones that would rather not waste their precious breath.
To be honest, he wasn’t listening much to the exact words but your voice comforted him beyond belief, gave him some relief in this kind of personal hell he seemed to be trapped in.
It was him and you. You and him. Facing this together.
Until it wasn’t.
Until you were being swept away by your boss, making it very clear with the way he directly asked you, not even looking in his direction as he wondered if he could ‘borrow you for a second?’ like Hyunjin or you for that matter really had a say in the matter.
And quickly, he was left alone.
Alone with the weight of the stares on his back, the whispers that he heard hushed whenever he turned his head.
Really-what did you expect him to do?
It wasn’t his fault that you’d left him all alone in this place.
Hyunjin walked over to the bar, pulling out his phone to send you a quick text on where he was before ordering something ‘strong’.
Every few minutes he’d check the time, waiting for you to come back to him. Waiting for a time that it would be appropriate to leave an event like this.
He was a few drinks in, a bit tipsy, nothing more, when someone finally approached him.
Arms wrapped around his shoulders, warm breath pressed close against his skin.
“Hey there,”
He stiffened, a kind of wrongness filling him with unease.
Not you.
“H-hey?”
He turned to see a woman holding onto him, clinging to his shoulders, very obviously drunk.
She pulled away and slunk onto the stool next to him, eyes travelling the length of his body.
“Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, what’s your name?”
Drunken confidence or perhaps she was some other rich socialite that normally acted like this, she let a finger run slowly from his bicep to his wrist, smiling in a way that seemed to be seductive but only made that anxious knot inside of him tighten.
“Hyunjin-I, um, I’m here with-“
She shushed him, calling the bartender for another drink before turning back to him. “I don’t really care who you’re here with pretty boy.”
Her voice was slurred, her body slightly swaying as she fell into his chest, making him nearly jump out of his seat.
She was warm against him-abnormally warm like she was a living furnace. She smelled like alcohol and strong artificial perfume, making his head spin in the worst way.
From across the room Hyunjin caught your eye, you glanced from him to the woman pressed up against his chest, arms loosely thrown around his shoulders.
He watched the question in your eye turn into something colder as she nuzzled closer to him, whispering something he couldn’t hear over the roar in his ears.
‘What the hell are you doing?’, is what he got from you mouthing it from a distance. You looked kinda angry-he thought at least, still tipsy, still distracted from this woman who now asked him lazily if he wanted to dance with her.
Well he shouldn’t.
Any other time he wouldn’t.
But you look positively pissed as he takes her hand in his and helps her sit upright.
You look like you’re about to stomp across the room and press him over the bar counter right now.
In front of everyone.
In front of your rich asshole coworkers, in front of your stupid boss, in front of this woman who clings to him.
And he doesn’t think that he’d mind, or maybe that was the alcohol talking,
But all he wanted was for you to touch him-shove your fingers down his throat
You look jealous and hot and he twitches under his dress pants, his cloudy mind coming up with a bright idea he’d know if he were sober is stupid and probably childish.
But in the moment it’s his brightest idea.
His hands find their way to interlock with the woman’s, she smiles at him and he wishes it were your’s. Wishes that he wouldn’t have to go to this length for you to pay attention to him.
“Would you like to dance, milady?” She swoons at that, nodding along with a smile that makes his stomach churn uncomfortably.
She giggles as he raises an eyebrow, trying his best to smile back at her. “I would!”
And so he dances, he twirls her in his arms, he dips her and pretends she’s you, glad that this isn’t the type of outing that includes dances with any kind of grinding. Glad for once that the rich have some kind of class.
He watches you out of the corner of his eye, sneaking small looks over her shoulder as she rambles on about something or other.
You’re in a conversation with your boss and someone else he can’t identify but you’re not listening, you’re not talking or even acknowledging them.
You’re watching him.
And his heart soars at the attention.
The only attention he’s wanted all night.
The only eyes on him that he hasn’t felt uncomfortable with. Even if it’s paired with a hot glare, burning through his skin.
If looks could kill he would be six feet under the ground.
Maybe it would’ve encouraged him to stop if it didn’t make him feel so hot.
You’d ruin him tonight.
You’d make him regret every little second of letting her run her hands all over his body. Every word he’d used to sweet-talk her. You’d touch him and tease him and torture him until he’d be little more than an incoherent slut for you.
And he’d love every second of it.
He’d get high off of it, drink it in like a drug. Like an addiction, a craving that he could never even fathom breaking.
Not when it would render him so much more useless than any alcohol would.
Not when it felt like ecstasy and euphoria in his veins.
Not when he was so completely and utterly obsessed that he’d sink to levels this low to get you to look at him.
Someone said something. Someone close. Oh. Her. He’d nearly forgotten about her.
He hummed, tearing away from you to look down to her. “Hmm?”
She smiled somewhat awkwardly. “You’re a good dancer, you know?”
Hyunjin smiled, taking the compliment. “Thank you-and you as well.” He hadn’t forgotten all his manners after all.
“Why thank you! You know-“
“Hyunjin.” A voice snapped, cutting her off. An involuntary shiver ran down his body and he thought to be ashamed for a second before he realized that he didn’t really care.
“Yes?”
You smiled at her, then at him, trying to seem pleasant. Trying to keep up that facade you’d been wearing all night. “I’m sorry,” you didn’t sound sorry as you gripped his arm, nails digging through the fancy fabric of his shirt. “But would it be alright of I borrowed your dance partner for a bit?”
You didn’t even wait for her reply, pulling him off of her and off the dance floor before the words were even out.
Your voice was a hiss into his ear. The sound like music to his ears. “You’re fucking dead-do you hear me Hwang Hyunjin.”
It wasn’t a question, no, not in the slightest. No. It was a threat.
—-
“Do you have anything to defend yourself?”
He was on his knees in front of you. Your hand in his hair, tugging his head up to look at you, it aches. It hurts and it feels like heaven, it’s where he belongs.
“I’m sorry.”
He isn’t.
“Just wanted your attention.” It could be pitiful the way he says it. Voice shaking, trembling slightly. But that’s not the case.
Because his eyes are alight with glee, relentless triumph that tells you the brat got exactly what he fucking wanted.
This is what you love about him though. The push and the pull. The back and forth. It’s something new everyday. It’s a challenge and it’s fucking hot.
But not tonight.
Tonight was important. Tonight was the one night that you didn’t want this. And you’ll make him pay hell for it.
“Bull-fucking-shit, sweetheart.” Your tone is bitter, cold and there’s no taking the words any other way.
He doesn’t want to take the words any other way.
Your cold tone and the fury in his eyes only proves one thing-he got his way. “You wanted me to punish you-right darling?” He can’t even keep himself from nodding, admitting it all, completely transparent.
You laugh, mean and malicious, promising him pain and pleasure and everything in between. “And guess what?” He closes his eyes as you lean down and brush a hand down his dress pants, pressing the heel of your palm against the hard-on he’s been sporting for half the night. “You’re getting exactly what you wanted.”
You suddenly tug him up by his hair and he follows like an obedient dog as you press him back, the counter of the sink digging into his back in a way that would be uncomfortable.
But he can’t think of that.
Not when you press your lips against his, quips and bratty remarks, smartass responses getting buried into the very back of his mind.
This kiss was different. Not gentle and certainly not soft. Hungry and rough, ravenous and demanding and hard. Practically devouring him, eating him alive, all tongue and teeth and lips.
You let yourself get lost in the process. In the movements. In nothing but pure unfiltered yearning and longing.
And just for a second, only a second, you forget about tonight. Forget about the woman and your boss and these rich assholes you hate almost as much as Hyunjin but can’t do anything about.
You think about how busy you’ve been. How much you want him, how much you’ve needed him. How much you love him.
A feeling you could never begin to put into words so you pour it all into this. Into nipping and biting and turning his brain into mush.
Exactly as he wants.
For a second that’s all there is, not an ounce of anger, filled only with scorching desire.
"I want you,” he whines, hands pressing against your hips, pulling you closer, pulling you into him as you let him slide his tongue into your mouth. “I want you so bad.”
He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe and his head spins and drool is covering his chin and he can’t get enough.
Of you and your lips and your touch. It’s bliss and it’s so, so much, so overwhelming. He can hardly think straight.
You hiss out when his hands dig into your hips so hard you’re sure that it’ll leave marks. He pushes himself against you and sobs out, lips trembling, legs shaking. “Miss you-please, miss you so much.”
You press his hair back, tucking your thumb just under his shirt, running it over his skin to soothe him, hushing him and holding him close.
He shakes, gripping onto you for dear life, burying his head into your chest like if he were to let go, like if he were to not feel you against him you’d disappear.
He mutters something you can’t hear. Low and unintelligible.
“Speak up.” You pull him back, look him in the eye.
Hyunjin looks shy, that desperate look in his eyes, his uneven breathing becoming apparent in heavy pants as he works himself up even further against your thigh. “C-can I make you feel good?”
He’d do about anything for you in this moment. He’d hang the stars in the sky and make a trip to the moon just for a little extra to see you smile. He’d do anything-anything at all, anything you wanted.
You cup his face in your hand and watch as he nuzzles into it, dumb and desperate and focused solely on you. “Only if you want to.”
He nods and you give him the room to drop to his knees, onto the dirty public bathroom floor, where people still roam about outside.
When you turn and take up his previously place against the counter, pulling down your pants and underwear in one go he whines, a moan rumbling in the back of his throat.
You look so good, so pretty, he nearly cums in his pants from this alone.
Who knew you’d look so good standing above him like this? Legs spread open wide, beckoning him closer with a single finger. He flushes and scoots closer, resting his chin against your stomach. “C’mon, don’t get shy on me now Jinnie.”
That’s all the permission he needs as his hands grab at your skin, no hesitation or teasing before he’s pulling you into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.
Finally.
Your moan bounces off the four walls of the venues tiled walls, echoing and leaving you glad you had locked the door when you came in.
"Shit!" You curse sharply as his tongue flicks against you.
You’d forgotten how good he is with his mouth when he’s using it for something other than trying to piss you off.
The tongue on him is like no other and you know he knows that as he licks up and down, knowing exactly where to suck and exactly where the spot is that makes you throw your head back with a groan, gasping for air.
Your thighs squeeze around his head as you groan, knuckles turning white as you grab onto the counter. “Fuck!”
He murmurs something against you that you can’t hear, something that vibrates deliciously against your sensitive skin.
“So good, such a good boy~” You praise him and you know it does something to his head, know that it affects him when he whines, slurping obscenely before shifting closer and pulling one leg over his shoulder.
Your other hand finds its purchase in his silky hair, digging your fingers almost painfully into his scalp, thrusting into his mouth while name after name falls from your lips.
You don’t even know what you’re saying, too absorbed in the pleasure, but he hears each one.
Hears you call him a slut and a pretty boy, your angel and your little whore, your toy, your puppy. His head swirls, as does his tongue and he knows you’re getting closer, with the way your voice grows more frantic and your hand in his hair pulls harder.
He groans and he whines and he whimpers, throbbing, so very close but he can’t touch. He won’t touch. He’s going to listen. Going to be a good boy and wait.
Not give into the urge to fuck his cock into his fist like his hand is itching to do or start thrusting against your calf like his hips are aching to.
He’s a good boy.
A good puppy.
He can listen.
And in this very moment if all you want to do is use his face like a toy, that’s all he wants to be.
A perfect brainless toy, pleasing you, ignoring the way his body craves your touch and aching for any kind of stimulation.
All that matters are your moans, the way that you call out him name. The way that you let out a cry as you see white, thighs trembling before they clench tightly around his head, holding him in place as you pet him like he’s your favourite dog.
He better be your favourite.
You look down at him, eyes hazed, smile lazy.
This is what he is here for. To make you feel good. To be a good puppy for you.
You let him go but he doesn’t move, clinging to your leg, pressing his forehead against your knee as he makes sure to lick up every bit of you.
“Good boy~” He shivers.
You reach down and put a single finger under his chin, pushing his face to look up at you.
His blood runs cold when he recognizes that look in your eye.
“You were so good for me puppy, too bad,” you muse, to yourself really as you smirk down at up. “Too bad my good puppy can’t cum for another two weeks, as per his punishment.”
His eyes go wide.
He’s fucked up.
You look sadistic, sweaty hair sticking out in odd directions but still the hottest person on the planet to him.
“I don’t let other people play with my toys.”
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sub!stray kids | 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 (18+)
⇢ sub training (v.) :: the learning of sexual techniques between the dominant and their submissive
pairing. ot8 x femdom!reader
WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m, hard kinks, restraints, first times, reverse size kink, vocal subs (duh, it’s skz), puppy/kitten play, marking, dumbification, poly fantasies, toys, fetish wear, brat taming, oral (f receiving), pegging, mommy kink, groping, orgasm control, subdrop, burnout mention, masturbation, cbt, dacryphilia, striptease, aftercare
wc. around 1k each member. we’re keepin’ it long like hyunjin’s legs
↳ [ // 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ] sub skz beloved. 💦 this group is truly populated by harness models, catboys, cuddle bugs and pretty visuals only. get ready for a #fifty shades of stray party up in here 😂 every member got their own flavor so each imagine/hc is going to be a slightly different genre soo— enjoy!
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Making boypussy hyunjin ride ur thigh🤭 -😵💫 anon
you'd just been relaxing in bed on your phone, hyunjin pressed into your side, when he suddenly got turned on. you thought he was asleep, dozing away on your chest, and you were perfectly content to continue on with your mindless scrolling.
hyunjin shifts against you and you think nothing of it, assuming he's just adjusting, until you feel the shifting turn into grinding. hyunjin is grinding against your side and trying to hide it. you smirk and lock your phone.
"i can feel you grinding against me, jinnie." you say, tone low and hyunjin freezes, hands gripping tightly onto your shirt as he gasps lowly.
"i, i'm sorry." he stutters out and you coo, lightly patting his ass. he moves, sitting up to stare at you with tear-laced eyes and a wobbly bottom lip. you coo again, brushing a thumb along the seam of his mouth, laughing when hyunjin subconsciously sticks his tongue out to catch it.
"you wanna ride my thigh, baby?" you ask and hyunjin whines, shaking his head no. you tilt your head at him in confusion.
"wanna ride you." he mumbles and you laugh, manhandling him to be sat over one of your thighs. he whines at you once more, a fresh wave of tears flooding his eyes again.
"tough luck, baby. you seemed perfectly content grinding against it a minute ago." you smirk at him and hyunjin whines, hiccuping lightly. he bites his bottom lip and locks away but you force him to face you, snagging his lip free.
"can, can i take my shorts and underwear off at least?" he asks quietly and you give him permission, laughing when the ferret-like boy scrambles off your lap, shoving his pants and underwear down, kicking them off to the side. he bends over slightly as he does this, flashing you his gorgeous, slick pussy. he clambers back into your lap and eagerly starts to rut against your thigh the minute he can.
his pussy is dripping and as he starts grinding against you, he smudges that cum against your pants. you huff, gripping his jaw and staring into his eyes.
"you're making a mess baby." you say and he whines, apologies falling from his lips. "you can clean it up later." you smirk and hyunjin nods shakily, bouncing slightly with pleasure. you can only imagine the sensation he must feel from grinding his bare cunt across the material of your sweatpants.
hyunjin throws his head back as he whines, pretty blue strands hanging behind him. you smirk, gripping his hips and controlling his speed. he hiccups when you force him to stop, quickly falling into whines as you edge him. you can't help but laugh sadistically at the sound.
"don't think i'm gonna go easy on you baby."
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I AM HOME!
hyunjin loving getting fucked while watching himself in the mirror, he just really loves seeing how you completely ruin him
mirrorsex w hyunjin would be so— 🫣
you're in front of the mirror, fucking into hyunjin as he mewls and whines quietly, eyes locked on his flushed and sweating form. you're smirking at him over his shoulder, taking in the way hyunjin reacts to seeing himself get ruined by you.
"like what you see, baby?" you tease and hyunjin whines, throwing his back as his eyes roll back too. you lean in to suck a mark onto his neck, hyunjin moaning at the sensation, and you laugh into his neck, goosebumps rising on his skin.
"n-now i know why you compliment me so much during sex." hyunjin stutters and you laugh again, pulling away from his neck and gripping his jaw, forcing him to look into the mirror again.
"look at you baby. how could i not? you look amazing falling apart on my cock." you tease, pulling hyunjin's ass flushed against your hips and sitting there, hyunjin gasping at the deeper angle you hit.
you keep your grip on his jaw tight and commanding, slowly rolling your hips into him. he keens, body tensing as he tries to fight off his orgasm, but it's no use. cum spills forth from his cock, creating a tiny puddle on the floor, and you smirk at him again, a small warning.
you start up thrusting into him again, the same rough pace from earlier and hyunjin gasps, moaning loudly at the overstimulation. you can see he keeps fighting to fix his eyes on the mirror, on himself, over and over. you smirk and thrust a few more times before you cum into him, hyunjin mewling at the feeling.
"good boy. look at how stunning you look, falling apart for me."
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soft hyunjinnie who cries every time you have sex without fail. if you tease him too much he becomes a sobbing mess in your arms.
:) anon
oooo yesssss!
poor little baby hyunjinnie who can't stop himself from crying and whimpering when you fuck him, just so sensitive and emotional that he just can't help but become a mess every time.
of course, you love fucking into him and hearing as he cries and sniffles, begging and pleading and whining and whimpering for more. but, of course, you have to tease him, slowing down your thrusts and even straight up halting inside of him when his crying is particularly heavy.
you lean down, shifting your cock deeper inside him, which pulls a particularly delicious mewl from hyunjin, before kissing him, soft and gentle and barely even a proper kiss.
"oh baby. you think you can tell me what to do?" you start and hyunjin whines, more tears falling from his eyes. "look at you, crying because my cock fills you up so good. you can't help it, can you? just such a desperate little cockwhore that you fall apart the minute you get what you want."
hyunjin is getting closer to sobbing know, you can tell he is, and you just want to break him, so you pull away from him, pulling your cock out of him and sitting back on your haunches. hyunjin gasps, more tears flooding from his eyes and, at last...
boom
your pretty boyfriend breaks, cries turning into sobs, his body shaking so much with the pure pleasure he feels but also the pure pain from not having you fucking into him.
you tease the tip of your cock along his hole, holding his hips down so he can't shift and try to get you inside of him. you keep doing this for a good few minutes, reducing hyunjin into an even worse sobbing, whining, damn near screaming, mess.
just as he starts to stop, his tears slowing down into sniffles, you sink all the way inside of him again, slamming into him at a fast pace. hyunjin does scream then, cumming so hard it nearly reaches his face and you laugh, watching as a fresh wave of tears fall down his face.
"come on, baby. i'm not done just yet."
this was really short and probably really bad i'm so sorry :((
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hyunjin cumming from light petting tho-
you placed featherlight kisses on hyunjin’s jaw, fingertips roaming over his soft chest, making sure you make little but just enough contact with his nipples. it might’ve been been small but the pleasure hyunjin felt was big.
“such a good boy, aren’t you, jinnie?” murmuring this when you moved up to whisper in his ear, teeth catching his earlobe and lightly pulling after your praise. “such a shame this is all you’re getting. think you can cum like this?”
your taunts were enough for a whimper to leave his plump and swollen from kisses you’d previously given him lips. “want you to touch me more, please, please touch me more.” the newly black haired male panted.
deciding the least you could do was give him just a taste of what he wanted, you went down to his chest, tongue flicking over his nipples while your hand traveled down to his unclothed cock.
the gasp that left hyunjin’s mouth after your thumb swirled around the sensitive tip of his cock was enough to leave your panties drenched. “please! i need you, i need you, do it again,” he whined.
“you are so fucking cute, you know that, honey?” you praised, continuing your soft motion.
it didn’t take a lot more of your petting before hyunjin’s whole body went rigid and he shook his pleasure as he came. “thank you,” he murmured, eyes fluttering shut as his head leaned forward to bury itself in your neck.
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Oh and I would love to see a fic for the Hyunjin as a sub headcannon! I love everything mentioned there and maybe I’m just a sucker for painslut Hyunjin 😌 if you’re comfortable could you add humiliation, pegging, and a breeding kink maybe?
Such Pretty Hands
Pairing: sub!hyunjin x femdom!reader
Summary: Hyunjin gets a little distracted as he watches you play the guitar
Warnings: Choking, pegging, breeding kink, humiliation, hand kink, exhibitionism (kinda?), spanking, explicit sub-drop (with aftercare), hair pulling, probably more
Word Count: 5k
A/N: I think this is what you wanted and I hope you like it! As always, any and all feedback is welcomed and my requests are now open just read the rules here. Also ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes.
Hyunjin had been staring at your hands for five minutes.
Twenty minutes ago he'd texted you, telling you he was coming home after dance practice with the rest of the group. The two of you were planning on hanging out for the day so you just waited in their dorms for him.
The apartment was quiet, missing the usual noise of the eight rowdy boys living there. It was normally a place so full of life (well, if you could call yelling, laughing and stomping around life) but now it seemed so...dead, empty.
And you had no idea what to do so you just sat there on the couch scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind until something caught your eye.
There was a guitar sitting in the living area, a nice one. Probably expensive but well used, it definitely wasn't brand new.
'Most likely one of the boy's' you thought, brushing your fingers over the strings. It had been a few weeks since you'd last been able to play, work and other things taking over your life.
But now-now you weren't doing anything and surely the owner of it wouldn’t mind.
Carefully you picked it up, checking to make sure it was in tune before you began to play, muscle memory taking over as your fingers glided over the frets, humming along with the melody.
It was fifteen minutes ago that Hyunjin had gotten home.
You could hear down the hall as the door unlocked and opened, his feet scuffling on the hardwood floor as he took off his shoes before wandering around the apartment for you.
All he wanted was to melt into your arms and cuddle you for the rest of the day, watch a movie or something as you played with his hair, occasionally giving a light tug to which he'd respond with a stifled groan.
Maybe you'd even give him a massage or something, his body was sore from falling earlier in-
When he finally saw you, hands tensing and flexing around the neck of the instrument; movements so precise and smooth, your head tilted down, furrowed eyebrows in concentration, he could only freeze in place.
His tongue glided across his lips, wetting them.
Your fingers were lithe and long, longer than his for sure and your nails were short, chipping black paint on them.
On a particular part of the song you were playing your hand tensed, squeezing the guitar so hard your knuckles went white, you close your eyes, humming along loudly with a content look on your face as you lost yourself in your passion.
Gulping, he couldn't help but imagine how pretty that hand would be around his throat, your passion directed toward him instead of that stupid guitar.
And god-was he now feeling jealous of a stupid instrument?
"Hey baby, how was practice? Where are the others?" You asked without looking up, missing the dumb look on his face as he blinked and shook his head, trying to shake away the feeling of arousal pooling inside of him.
“O-oh um, good? I guess. They decided to stay out for longer.” His eyes didn’t waver, never leaving your hands as he spoke, nervously shifting in place.
He could imagine the way you’d pin him down by his throat, climbing over him as you smirked down. ‘Pathetic, I haven’t even started and you’re already so hard for me.’ you’d coo.
He’d blush and bite his lip to stop from moaning as your hands began to ghost over his body, touching all his most sensitive places until he’d buck up against you then maybe, just maybe you’d look at him with a glare and smack his thigh, warning him to be good.
“Hyunjin.”
He hadn’t realized that you stopped playing until you were calling his name, waving a hand in front of his face.
The guitar now sat back on its stand and you were in standing there in front of him, your voice demanding and eyes concerned.
“You good?”
His mouth opened, a million different things to reply with coming to mind. Things like dropping to his knees right where he was now or begging you to do anything you wanted to him just so long as you touched him.
But he didn’t get the chance to reply as you turned quickly to the kitchen. “You look sick. Here, let me get you some water.”
He blinked once, twice, trying to figure out what he should do before finally making up his mind. “No, I’m okay. Just a bit tired’s all.”
Apparently it wasn’t an option. You came back with a glass of water, lifting it to his lips, “Drink.” Without thinking he obeyed, the cool water sliding down his throat.
You watched his throat bob, adam’s apple moving as he drank the water. He looked so pretty like this, head tilted upward. You couldn’t help but imagine how it’d look if you were standing over him with his head like that.
Pulling the glass away once you deemed he’d drunk enough, you set it on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, patting beside you to signal for him to sit as well.
Cuddling into you, he relaxed as your hands found purchase in his hair you finally realized what had gotten him acting so weird. “So what’s got you all excited babyboy?”
He flushed pink, “n-nothing, it’s just...” he paused as he shifted away from you trying to adjust his pants so you wouldn’t see his raging boner before you stopped him by wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling it away.
His heart skipped a beat as he stared at where you touched him. It wasn’t his throat you were gripping but he supposed that this could work for the time being.
“Look at me Hyunjin.” His eyes flew to yours, the hungry look in your own made something scream in the back of his head. Slowly he could feel himself breathing more heavily. “Tell me what you want baby.”
His eyes held your eyes for a moment longer before ever so slowly he took the hand that was still gripping his wrist and brought it up to his neck, eyes falling shut and mouth hanging open in bliss as you understood what he was trying to say and lightly squeezed.
And just like he’d imagined before, you pushed him back into the couch by his throat, climbing into his lap and smirking down at him. “Such a little slut aren’t you, baby? Getting all worked up from just watching me play the guitar hm? So desperate for me to choke you?”
He nodded as much as he could as you gripped him harder. “Yes! Couldn’t help it, Mistress looked so pretty playing the guitar. Couldn’t think of anything else!” He moaned lowly.
You hummed at the use of your title, feeling yourself clench around nothing. Maybe it was because he’d had a hard time at practice or because you hadn’t been intimate for the past few days but he was slipping faster than he normally did.
He brought his hand up to where you held him and placed it over yours, simply caressing your hand as he held eye contact with you.
To say this was an irregular occurrence would be a lie. Hyunjin would often get fixated on your hands, when you wore rings or played your own guitar or pretty much anytime you did something where he could see your hands.
First he’d get all needy, sometimes bratty, then he’d beg you to choke him and majority of the time he could come untouched from your hand simply wrapped around his pretty little neck.
It was pathetic and so fucking hot whenever it did happen.
His eyes held a mischievous light, like he was trying to act tough while splayed out under you, begging you to choke him. Then he squeezed your hand, in turn making yours squeeze him harder.
His body stuttered under you and his eyes rolled back into his head his mouth falling open to let out the most delicious mix of a sob and a whine out. “Aww, honey. I’ve barely even done anything to you?”
Your free hand slipped under his waistband, feeling his soiled boxers, “dumb little baby can’t even hold it in long enough for me to actually touch you.”
A fake pout crossed your face as he whimpered, eyes filling with tears as he looked up in embarrassment, not so subtly bucking up against you.
This was harder than you’d ever choked him before, his face turning slightly red from lack of blood flow as you gave him a moment to come down but as you tried to pull away his grip on you tightened.
“Please, no. Don’t let go of me.”
You rolled your eyes and leaned down to leave a quick peck on his lips, a whimper left him as your hand retreated, moving down to the hem of his shirt to lightly tug at it. “I’m just gonna take this off for you.”
He nods quickly, sitting up as his hands move to roam your body. Up your shirt and playing with the clasp of your bra with a contained hunger, something you’d let slide this time.
Swiftly you pulled his shirt off, throwing it off somewhere in the room and your lips met his in a long awaited kiss.
It was hungry and messy as he threw his arms around neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him, rocking against his clothed dick which was still so sensitive it made his hips jump.
His body was so beautiful, all sharp lines and sculpted flesh. So defined and perfect. His skin ever so soft as your fingers reached down to trace his abs, goosebumps following all the places that your blunt nails travel making him shiver.
Your tongue sweeps through his mouth feeling and claiming every inch of it before pulling away just to whisper, voice hoarse and low, “Strip and wait on the bed for me.”
He’s nodding so eager and willing to please. You move off his lap, purposely shifting against his crotch to hear the stifled whine he makes. And then without a second thought he’s getting up and racing to his room.
Smirking at his eagerness you relax into the couch, pulling out your phone to let him wait for a little.
He gets so desperate when he has to wait. And so anticipation serves as your best tool.
Hyunjin is most likely laying on that bed right now, all spread out and naked, trying his hardest to be patient and not touch his weeping cock. Your cock. He’d try to remind himself while attempting to convince himself.
But in the end it was his decision that decided his fate.
Whether he waited and was ready to be rewarded for being your good boy.
Or if he didn’t and you’d spend the night teasing and roughing him up for being a little bratty whore.
Either of the thoughts is enough to almost make you moan aloud. At the end of the day you’d be more than happy to do either for him so it was his choice and his alone.
A few more minutes pass and you decide to make your way to Hyunjin’s room an lo and behold.
Pausing, you feel like you short circuit for a moment, the only thoughts you can think are mixtures of ‘he’s so pretty’ and ‘god, i want to cover every square inch of that pretty body in marks and bruises.’
It seems that he’s worked himself up alone just fine. He’s laying face down on the bed, ass up supported by his long gorgeous legs and head buried in a pillow to muffle the sounds he makes as pre-cum drips down onto the mattress beneath him.
One of his hands is once again around his throat, the little pain slut he is and the other is knuckle deep with two fingers stretching open his ass.
He jolts and lets out a yelp as you smack his ass-hard, but that doesn’t stop the groan muffled by the pillow that follows and the way his hips move to chase your hand, already aching for you to do it again.
And so you do, three quick spanks in a row. One lands on his thigh then his right cheek and finally his left.
You lean over him and grip his hair tightly using the leverage to lift his head from the pillow, wet spots cover the cotton, evidence of the drool and tears that run down his pretty face.
“Such a whore that you can’t even wait for Mistress, huh baby?” you coo, leaning over his body to reach his ear.
Shaky arms try to support his body but you’re sure if you let go of his hair he’d face plant back onto the pillow.
“Please!” Back arching, his tiny waist trying to grind back up against you he begs. Tears begin to spill down his cheeks as he babbles on about how much he needs you and how he couldn’t think of anything else for the whole day.
It’s almost enough to make you crack. He’s nothing if not the prettiest beggar you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
Pouty plush lips and eyes looking up at you through his lashes, voice just the perfect mix of whine and whimper that makes you want to give him anything and everything his heart desires.
But you’ve been at this with him enough that you know what he wants is for you to not give him what he wants.
“And why should I do anything to you?” You begin to pull away from him before he swiftly rolls over, laying perfectly onto his back, wrapping his arms around your neck and legs around waist, holding you in place against him.
“No! Pl-please, I need you. I need you so bad! Please, I promise-I promise I’ll be a good boy for you!” Hyunjin’s face contorts into a pout with his bottom lip slightly trembling. His eyes watery and wide, begging.
He grinds up against your clothed heat, wincing at the sensitivity of his bare skin against your rough jeans but still goes on, letting the pleasure overtake the pain.
You sigh because you both know you can never resist him for very long when he gives you this look. You’d just hoped that you’d had the willpower to deny him longer.
Pulling the pillow down you move his hips up for him, maneuvering them to rest the spit soaked pillow under his lower back. Your hands knead the soft flesh of his butt, soothing the skin.
The look on his face immediately drops-ever the brat-knowing that he’d won you over. He buries his face into your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses all over, careful not to leave any marks as you warn him not to. Moaning out soft combinations of ‘Mistress’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘jus want to feel you’ into your ear.
“Tell me what you want you greedy slut.” His hands find purchase in your hair, still clinging to you like a monkey.
Lazily grinding up against you he mewls loudly as you add a warning tap to his thigh. Pulling away just enough to see your face he asks almost shyly (which you both know is just an act) “will you fuck me with your strap-on?”
He says it so sweetly, despite the words he’s actually saying. “Of course.”
Unwinding his arms and legs from around you, you open the bedside drawer where he keeps his assortment of toys. Ballgags, paddles, vibes, and several different sizes of dildos for you to use of him.
“Which one do you want to use?”
He shifts on the bed and looks, thinking thoughtfully before finally picking out the largest, a nine inch purple one.
He watches with eager eyes as you pull off your clothes and put on the harness, growing even harder as you stare at him with a knowing smirk while you start to strap it onto the harness before pausing, your smile growing larger with the idea that comes to mind.
Finishing, you saunter closer to him in a way that exudes confidence. In a way that would make his knees shake had he been standing up. “On your knees and open up.”
He slides onto the ground in front of you smoothly and you resist the urge to drool at the way his perfect dancer body moves. Contorting and over-exaggerating the movements in the places he knows you like.
Teasing you in the way he knows best.
The carpet soft against his knees unlike the last time you did this on the hardwood floor of your apartments kitchen. You tap the dildo against his lips, patiently waiting with a wicked gleam in your eye as he opens his mouth, eyes falling shut and tongue hanging out.
He struggles to take it all as you swiftly shove it into his mouth, almost choking. It’s girthy and he struggles to wrap his lips around the whole thing. He’s trying to and the sight is such an arousing visual, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter from simply watching
But you get impatient, then you grab him by the roots of his hair and in one quick push the whole thing goes in, nudging against the back of his throat.
He gags around it, tears welling up in his eyes. “You look so pretty struggling to suck on my cock, Jinnie.” Giving an experimental thrust he can’t help but moan at the way his scalp burns from how hard you’re gripping him.
“Makes me wish it was a real dick, just to watch your face as I cum down your throat. You’d look so pretty with it smeared all over your face after I finish, just a little cock-hungry whore all for me.” He moans at the thought, gasping for air when you pull it out so just the tip is in his mouth before thrusting in again with a renewed vigor.
His hands move to your ass, gripping it and pushing it harder and harder, making the strap lodge deep into the back of his throat.
And fuck, he wishes it were real. He wishes that you would cum down his throat just like this, he’d swallow every drop, not wasting a single bit.
He wishes that right when you were about to cum you’d pull out and jizz all over his face and then pull out your phone to take pictures of him all ruined with swollen lips and teary eyes. All cock-hungry and you’d tell him that; call him a cock-hungry whore for you. Maybe you’d even write the words on him, the idea could nearly make him bust alone.
He even imagines at times while you’re splitting him open with your strap that it was real and that you’d cum in him and fill him so full of your seed that his tummy would grow all heavy with your baby.
No matter that scientifically it would never work, the idea was so hot to him. The act so hot to him that he’d gone online several times and found straps you could fill with fake cum but he’d back out before he could ever press the purchase button. He’d found himself a few times almost screaming it as he came.
You pull out and his mouth hangs open, ready for you to go again but when you don’t his eyes fly open.
You’re looking down at him with an amused light in your eye. Hungry like your the wolf and he’s a delectable little morsel for you to eat.
��Get on the bed.”
Nodding, he very ungracefully flopped onto the bed in his rush. A snort left you and he glared, a blush rising on his face.
All traces of laughter left the atmosphere as he bit his bottom lip, eyes hooded and his legs parted, placing the pillow under his hips. The places you spanked him were a rosy red on his pale skin and his cock leaked pre-cum aching for you to touch him.
“Fuck me?” Voice unsure and quiet, he looked slightly embarrassed about being so exposed no matter how many times you’d seen him like this (and in far more compromising positions) before.
You pressed the tip of the strap against his hole and he greedily ground against in, wiggling his hips to try in vain to slip it in as you circled. “Don’t tease me!” He whined.
Smacking his thigh, his voice went higher in pitch, his head falling back against the pillow with a shaky breath. “But you’re so pretty, baby. How can I not tease you?”
Circling a few more times around his puckered hole you decide to be merciful this time.
His breath hitches, eyes going wide as you slowly push in, a tiny whine that’s almost inaudible leaving him.
The strap slides in easily with his spit lubricating it and him already being stretched out from playing with himself.
As you remember that you immediately push all the way in, and without giving him a second to breath or adjust, you start at an already punishing pace.
Eyes widening, he gasps out. His hands search for anything to find purchase on, finally landing on your shoulders, his blunt nails leaving scratches on your back making you hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure.
You quickly find his prostate and he lets out a whimper, long legs wrapping around your back, causing the tip to nudge harder against the spot.
“P-please. Go-go faster. Too sl-slow, faster!” He cants his hips up, trying to gain more friction but instead you smack the side of his thigh once more, leaving his flesh stinging and forcing an unholy keen from somewhere deep inside.
“A-again! Do i-it again!” He gasps out, nails digging into your back even harder now. You’re almost positive he’ll leave marks that you’ll have to be careful that your roommate won’t see but you can’t bring yourself to care at the moment.
He cries out in pleasure as you smack him twice more, one on his opposite thigh and one on his dick.
You tsk as he writhes under you, downright sinful noises falling from his lips. “Y-yes! Do it again-doitagain! Please, I need it! Please, please, please, please.” He gasps out, whines filling in the pauses of his words.
“You’re such a fucking painslut aren’t you? God, it just makes me want to ruin you.” you purr into his ear.
“Fuuck!” The word drags slowly from his mouth.
Suddenly you pause.
Was that? No-maybe?
Hyunjin whimpers, tugging at your arms, thrusting his hips, doing anything he can to try and get your attention back on him. “Mistress, ple-ease! Fuck! Why’d you stop?”
Straining your ears, you could hear laughing and talking from the main room.
The others were home.
A thought came to mind and you smirked, beginning to lazily move again. “Do you hear that Jin?”
With his mind all foggy and hazy, a stupid smile crossing his face at the fact that you’d continued to pleasure him, it takes him a moment to process what you’d said. “Hm?”
“Don’t you hear it? The boys are home.” You whispered into his ear, hand moving to rub his dick as you continued to thrust.
His brain felt like mush and the way that your hand slid up and down his cock easily from how much pre-cum he’d leaked felt nothing short of heaven. But he tried to push that away for the second being and listened closely to hear that in fact, they were home.
They were talking about take-out or something, before the conversation shifted to him.
“Don’t worry so much Chan, he’s probably with (Y/N) at her apartment. He was saying today that he was going to hang out with her afterwards.” Hyunjin couldn’t decipher who’d said it but that didn’t matter as you began going harder and harder.
Stray moans left his mouth, whimpers and whines he tried to hold back but failed. You covered his mouth with your spare hand, a bruising pace set against his prostate making him shiver.
Drool covered your hand within seconds as his tongue laved against your palm putting in great effort to not scream your name so loudly that not only the boys outside would hear but the whole building.
You lean down to his ear, a flush growing where your warm breath fans across the side of his face and whisper, “Don’t make a sound, baby. Don’t want the others to know that you’re in here moaning like a whore while I fuck you, do you?”
As soon as the words leave your mouth he can feels himself getting close-so fucking close. His mouth falls open in a silent scream, bucking hips and squeezed shut eyes. “Please-please, can i cum, can I cum, can I cum!”
“You can cum whenever you need to baby.” You whisper, watching his pretty face as he is at the tip of his high, so, so close to falling.
“Mistress please cum in me, please I wanna feel you.” He whimpers softly, his head far off into that headspace that makes him feel floaty, not able to think coherently.
It’s only sensations now. Pleasure and pain. The feel of you pressed against him. The way your hand slides up and down his dick, jerking him off. A dick lodged so deep in him and his head so far off that for a second he forgets it’s fake.
Your eyes widen, confused, but fuck, the idea of it is so hot.
He doesn’t miss the way your eyes darken in lust, voice dropping a few octaves, low and husky in a way that makes him shiver. “You wanna have my baby?” Hand moving from his dick to his stomach, a slight bulge from your strap inside him. Pushing down lightly, he mewls. “Want me to fill you up, make me a mommy, honey?”
“Fuck, I want you to breed me, wanna have your baby. Please, please, p-”
He’s cut off as his high hits him, head on like a truck. His mouth falls open, back arching up off the bed. So far gone that it doesn’t register to him that the boys are just outside, you clamp your hand over it before he screams you name with the intensity of it.
His vision goes white and for a second he can believe that he’s actually died from the way his body goes completely numb from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.
Trembling, little grunts and whines leaving his mouth you watch him fall apart, tensing up and then melting onto the mattress, completely boneless as he tries to catch his breath in heavy pants and and shaky sniffles.
You pull out of him slowly, a whimper leaving him as you do, hole clenching around nothing a sudden empty feeling replacing it.
He felt gross and dirty. He felt insecure and needy. He wanted you, he wanted you to smooth back his hair and tell him how good he was.
God, why was he like this?
Why did he like this kind of stuff?
Was he not enough of a man?
Did you think less of him for it?
Did you wish he was more dominant, fucking into you while the others were outside, having to cover your mouth to keep you from making noises?
Why couldn’t he be that for you?
You stand up off the bed and he curls into a ball, a few small sniffles and little cries leaving him that make your heart feel heavy. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be there in a second.” You assure him, taking off the harness and turning back to him as fast as you can.
When he feels the mattress dip behind him he rolls over to face you. His eyes are a bit watery, his sub-drops were hard and left him with an unexplainable empty feeling in his chest.
You open your arms and he curls up with you, resting his head on your chest. Pulling up the blankets around you, you look down at him “You good?”
“Do you wish that I acted more like you do while we have sex?” His voice was muffled against your chest but you heard it all the same as if he’d screamed it into your ear.
You could feel your heart crack a little.
Pulling his head up to look at you, you stared at him, your own eyes beginning to water. “Of course not. You’re perfect.”
One hand held the soft plush of his cheek while the other lightly scratched his scalp.
“I love the way that you’re so needy for me. The way that you’re so willing to please me. The way that I can take care of you and make you feel good. I love that you’re submissive and that you trust me enough to share all the things that you wanna try.”
His eyes were soft, welling up with more tears. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could start. “And most importantly I love you, every part of you, with every kink and every twisted thought in your depraved mind. You’re my pretty little baby, my good boy and I love you just the way you are. Do you understand me?”
He nods and buries his face into your soft skin again and you can feel the sensation of tears and his heated blush against you.
The feeling of your arms around him was comforting. He felt warm and safe and happy. “Love you.” He whispers, so quiet you almost miss it.
Smiling, you squeeze him just a bit harder, making him hum in appreciation. “Love you too, honey.”
“Oh, and by the way, that ‘breed me’ thing was incredibly hot.” You stated, watching with a smirk as he pushed his face farther into your tits in embarrassment.
“Stooop.” He whines.
“Whatever you say, baby boy.”
Twirling your fingers in his hair, he falls asleep. His breathing slows and body falls slack in your embrace.
Outside the boys all exchange glances.
They’re equal parts horrified and disgusted and slightly aroused from hearing their hyung’s muffled moans.
“What the fu-”
“-I guess they aren’t at her place.”
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For Him
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader
Summary: Hyunjin experiences a harsh subdrop
Warnings: explicit but not outright said subdrop, implied dom reader, implied sub hyunjin, mostly fluff and angst
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: Dunno where this came from, sad song came on my playlist and from somewhere, this came so enjoy ig. Spelling and grammar isn’t the best, isn’t proofread and I appreciate any and all feedback
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you're appointed as sae's new manager, and he can't stop acting like a weirdo.
warnings. top amab reader, dub-con, blowjob (reader receiving), very brief mention of handjob, brat-taming, ooc sae, usage of names like 'slut' author's note. not proofread. sae is such a brat bro. i have never seen such a annoying person before honestly. and guess what, we r all so into brat-taming haha !!
sae itoshi is a prodigy football player, who is known as the best player in Japan. sae is also a member of the new generation world 11, as well as the royale a.k.a real madrid youth team.
then why the fuck is this guy such a fucking brat? why the fuck is it so hard for him to just accept that you’re the new manager? not someone he can sexually harass.
“sae, i swear to god. you’ve asked me this for the fifth fucking time. it’s not appropriate to ask that to someone you just fucking met.”
“what. why not.” this bitch is acting like this is the sanest thing he has ever said.
“how big is your-“ you cover his mouth immedietly.
“HAVE SOME DIGNITY? YOU’RE SAE ITOSHI. ” you whisper-yell.
you’re both in a airport and as manager, you’ve been assigned to take him back to spain. the thing is, he was introduced to you in the front arena at the airport, when he was getting out of his car. you were pretty excited to meet sae itoshi, japan’s best player. to nones surprise you were a big fan of him, and trained hard up until now to support him in his journey. you even showed the best first impression possible, yet your expectations of him threw you off. is japan’s player really just a perverted brat off field? it felt like he knew nothing but football and failed to communicate properly even.
when you first introduced yourself he stared at you like you’re a different species. Then proceeded to eye you up and down for a good ten seconds, then started walking ahead. that weirdo just checked you out and acted like nothing happened. you did not take much of it, sighing it off as “probably im the weird one for thinking he would check someone like me out”.
but.
during the forty minutes for immigration and check-ins, all he did was travel up and down with eyes. And when you were handling his luggage, in front of the recipient in the counter, and many other travelers, he speaks for the first time, and very loudly.
“how big is your dick?”
he did that four times already, and all the four times they were loud as fuck. you made sure to cover his mouth though. you’re not sure why you didn’t answer him though, maybe it was hard for you to believe this is real.
and now even after finishing all the paperwork for the flight and waiting for the flight leaving in half an hour, he asked again.
“i don’t see any problem asking that. you are my manager, it’s only natural for me to ask you to get to know you.” your pupils dilute and turn to him, he’s sitting beside you with hope in his eyes that you’ll flash him.
“sae, you met me two hours ago. because you’re such a dull about things like this, I’ll let you know this is sexual harassment.” you grit your teeth and sae’s eyes suddenly darken.
“you like me, don’t you ?” his calm composed voice is loud again. “then why not? i’m sae itoshi.”
oh this entitled fucking brat. just because you’re sae fucking itoshi you’ll get to do this? view people as sex objects? not show basic human decency?
but of course, there’s nothing you can do. he is sae itoshi after all, it’s too much of a hassle to cause drama in a airport. will answering this perverted question solve the problem for now?
DING DONG!
“passengers for flight ABD2456, please move to the boarding room.”
“passengers for flight ABD2456, please move to the boarding room.”
thank god. you grab your hand luggage and tickets to move to the flight.
“let’s go, sae. that’s our flight.” sae furrows his eyebrows and lets them down again. he then crosses his legs and arms and stays completely put.
“I’m not going until you tell me. ”
oh, this fucking bitch.
you grab him by the waist and before he can react you throw him over your left shoulder. this is a bit reputation ruining behavior, but this bitch needs to be dealt with. you’re pretty sure this has not happened with other managers.
“what the fuck are you doing- let me go! wha- who the fuck do you think you- “
“obviously i’m gonna answer you in the washroom you whore.” you hold his legs tightly in one place so you can ensure peacefully reaching the room.
“put me down this instant you- [m/n]! fuck- “
luckily, there’s no one there and you go inside one of the stall and lock yourselves in. you then sit sae down on a closed toilet seat. this is gonna be pretty unhygienic but sae needs it.
“what are you planning to do eve- oh. you’re actually….” he can’t close his eyes because he’ll miss it. he gulps down a huge mount of saliva. “big. it even has veins. wow.”
“suck me off. you wanted this didn’t you, you absolute slut.” you’re so done with him, so so done.
“no, huh?…. i actually just wanted know to know more because you’re the manager.” he looks away because he’s so focused on hiding his pathetic boner from the fucking sight of your length.
you don’t waste time and grab a handful of his hair and see your whole cock disappear inside his mouth, a bulge already appearing on his neck area. he is unable to coerce a response, the only thing he feels is the warmness of your dick blocking his trachea and the feeling of not being able to breathe. he feels stripped of his dignity when you’ve begun moving your hips and the tip of your cock keeps hitting the back of his throat.
he does try to fight back by pushing you off, but you hold his arms up together to prevent him from preventing his fate. the inside of his mouth, tongue and roof altogether is so warm and wet that you felt yourself close to your orgasm already. there are already tears forming and bursting through his eyes and rolling down his cheeks, but it’s only natural. he’s super still when you’re fucking his mouth like there’s no tomorrow.
“what’s wrong, you fucking brat? didn’t you want this? can you now see how big it fucking is?” he’s met with a sinister grin. all you are hearing from him are incoherent whimpers, he’s surprisingly taking it all in like a slut.
when you let go off his wrists to grab him by the head, you can feel his tongue dancing around your length as you twitch inside him. you back up a bit and sae is suddenly swirling his tongue around your slit like he’s a pro at this. you can’t help but groan at the sudden overwhelming change the redhead bought and are threatened to come. he takes it out with a 'pop' and his hand took over as he strokes you. his hand is ice cold, but you don’t bring this up and stop him.
“use your mouth, I really don’t want to hear anything from you right now.” you glare and he rolls his eyes.
“make m- mmph!“ you were expecting this, you jam it in his jaws again and his eyes roll back. he looks better helpless honestly. his tears fall past his eyes, trying to plead for mercy but you can barely hear anything with your cock shoved down his throat. drool sweeps past his lips, staining your own pants. but the back of his throat feels so good you can’t stop. sae looks super fucked out with his stained cheeks, messy hair and welled up tears, and it turns you on even more.
“i’m gonna come soon, expect you to swallow.” you sternly point out, but he’s so out of it, he can’t feel anything but your cock ramming through his hole. but the heat that you feel in your lower stomach finally bursts.
“fuck..” you grunt, pumping load after load into his mouth.
sae is flabbergasted. he does not even realize that he swallowed all of it. he shakily looks at his own neglected cock and hits you with the puppy eyes. but you’re going to miss the plane at this point. you fix yourself and wipe away sae’s tears and drool.
“yeah, no way.” you then throw him on your shoulder again. how mean.
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Aki BRAINROT btw???
Thanks to shokan sharing his ideas and that post u reblogged,, all I can think of is subby hybrid!Aki 🧍
With pretty puppy Aki being sensitive, he can't help but tremble whenever you get too close to him,,,
Puppy boy Aki going into heat and just keeps on beggin you to just stuff n breed him,,,,
Maybe he gets embarrassed when you give him a small kiss from time to time, but when you guys are fucking he just can't stop clinging to you???
My brain in rotting help
-panna cotta
MX'S WOOF!
CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, established relationship, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, begging + drooling, pet names + mild name-calling, mild light pregnancy topic (talk), very light 'master/pet' teasing (talk), collaring [aki]
hypersexuality, sex marathon, heavy petting, semi-public sex (alleyway, balcony), light pet play, mention of free use, sex during mating season (heat), unprotected sex / breeding, deep penetration + belly bulge, rough treatment, hyperstimulation (g., r.), praise (g., r.), cum inflation (g.), cockwarming (r.), mention of oral sex (r.)
DARLINGS: dog hybrid!aki hayakawa x human!reader; dom!reader, top!reader
Aki is not exactly the hybrid that you would think of when saying "good boy", even if he, well, was actually a boy, and sometimes he was even good, so both of these necessary conditions were met, but you were always worried that if you told him something like that, he would think about you as a pervert with strange fetishes, — if he doesn't bite off your hand for such words, he seems very wild, — so you just tried not to cross paths once again and not stare too long at his fluffy ears and long fluffy tail, which Aki waved charmingly when thinking about something.
You were just not close enough and not sure that he liked it at all, too little work experience; even when the tactics changed from "avoidance" to "cooperation", while his ears pricked up when he heard your voice or enthusiastically waved his tail when you were around, you preferred a slow pace, as if thrusting your palm to the dog and letting it sniff you before confidentially giving you a paw.
(although sometimes he almost provoked you to stroke him between fluffy ears and say that he did a great job.)
Aki was a dog who preferred when your hand was stretched out to him for sniffing before he gave you a paw — and when you roughly push into him, forcing him to cling to the balcony, hoping that no one would think to go out in the morning and look at the neighbors above, until his thoughts mix and turn into desire— need for more, harder, rougher, until his belly is full enough and his thighs are sticky with sweat and you, until his tail is restlessly rubbing and beating against you, trying to force you to drive into him all the way and ignore all the pathetic whining that he makes when it's too much for him, when he's almost choking, drooling, feeling how his body ache from the last time, — but whimpering so that you don't stop, scratching your skin with claws, blindly kissing where he can. Even when Aki cums, trying to snuggle up to you as hard as possible, breathing heavily, sticking out his tongue while you lazily push into his body for the last time before gently moving away, making his thighs become even more slippery and sticky without you preventing his excruciating emptiness.
And, perhaps, unlike him, you hope that someone will see you on an empty morning balcony and notice what a needy whining mess you can make him instead of that strict hybrid that does not allow anyone to even touch his ears or tail, let alone pull them or hold them, but while you are busy to fuck him senseless — and make him cum just from the fact that you scratch him behind the ear while make him warm you, not allowing to move even when he starts to need it.
When you tell him for the first time that 'he is a good boy' while fucking him in a dark alley after a task, being unable to tolerate his attempts to jump on you from overexcitation,
this is enough for Aki to cling to your hands with enthusiastic whining, squeezing his thighs, almost suffocating while his body trembles in your hands, — and never talk about it again, shamefacedly pressing fluffy ears to his head and growling softly when you tease, stroking and calling him a good boy, — but never tries to dodge the touch and does not tell you to stop.
Never tells you to stop.
Even when you pull the leash, pushing Aki to slightly tilt his neck back, exposing it for you, he silently obeys any of your actions and words, never questioning them and not making you to wait; treating him like your pet, hearing his stifled whining when you hold the leash tightly while he diligently licks you, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible, as much as you can get from his body, soft and accessible, too accessible when you breed him in a room in a random break in response to his provocative weakening the knot of the tie that hides the collar with your initials.
Even if Aki wasn't a pet, — wasn't a pet at all, wasn't an obedient and attention-hungry pet at all, — something about him made you whisper in his ear what a good boy he is and what a diligent puppy he is when you cum into him again, filling his stomach, making him drool and press ears to hair, pressing hand to mouth just not to get too loud, deafly realizing that now he will have to walk around like this for the rest of the day — and immediately forgetting about it when you ask who is a good boy and, having received a satisfactory answer, saying that good boys receive a reward, feeling his fluffy tail tossing from side to side. But it's really hard for you to resist him when Aki's short claws cling to you while he whines, whimpering, almost begging you not to stop and never leave him, no matter what happens, while his legs tightly wrap around your hips, almost forcing you to stay in place inside his hot sensitive body, hearing only hot breath and quiet incoherent nonsense, breaking into a squeal when you remind him how deep you are in response to his obsessive attempts to snuggle even closer, sticking to your skin, not even moving his tail in an effort to maintain a painfully close pose.
Even if Aki is constantly blushing from kisses and his hands are sweating when you take them, as if you didn't breed him in the room half an hour ago while other hunters were celebrating, hearing his hoarse encouragement not to stop and enthusiastically intoxicated words about how fucking good he feels and that nothing makes him as high as you do, the way he tries to merge into one with you every time, as if trying to wrap himself around you and stay pinned forever, always makes you feel too excited, seeing his wet eyes and ruddy red face, looking at how his hair is disheveled while his ears are constantly twitching, especially when he cums, wagging excitedly with his tail, as if persuading you to grab him and cum inside, filling his pretty belly until he carries your puppies.
You just have your own personal limits that Aki will always be able to break — just like convincing you to fuck him to the point that his brain shuts down an hour and a half before meeting others, growling that you are only his master and he is only your dog when you hold his legs apart, teasing that he always ready for you and with the same success you can just press his cheek to the floor or wall and fuck at any moment — and not hearing any refutation, even if his cheeks are burning with shame and not only with it.
You have no excuse why you're late — and no excuse about why Aki walks strangely.
Aki is so hot, so wet, so needy when his thighs are wet and sticky, when his face is constantly rosy with desire while he begs you to just fill his painfully needy body, stretch him, make him your own, until the only thing he can think about is the puppies that you put by the time his body can't be without you, breeding him during every heat and out of it, — as if the fact that he almost does not get off you is not enough for him anymore, but you can't refuse when you see him drooling, almost crying from excessive sensitivity, forcing to cum even faster, squeezing you tightly inside, but pushing his hips harder while you dig fingers into his thighs, not stopping even when Aki obediently lies under you, not moving, allowing you to handle him as you like, whining and happily wagging his tail with delight.
When you hear him begging you to breed him, drunkenly looking at you, as if intoxicated, wet and hot, reaching out to you for a kiss so unlike his usual self, that even his hungry wet kisses seem so unknown, not at all like his usual ones, but no less sweet, as if forcing you not to stop kissing him while you cum in him again and again, even when you feel that you are reaching your limit — but feel how Aki is fidgeting under you, definitely feeling that you won't be able to do more soon, but still unsatisfied and greedy for more, needing more, even if your body can't bring it to it,
it doesn't matter as long as you don't stop and leave him, don't leave him empty, don't leave him alone, keeping Aki as close as he physically can be.
Even when you lie down on your back, you can't help but help Aki gently climb onto your hips, feeling him trembling with fatigue and excitement, hearing his enthusiastically relaxed exhale when you find yourself in him again, feeling how he greedily squeezes you, not letting you slip out even though he is wet and sticky, wagging his tail and keeping his ears straight from pleasure and a sense of rightness while you fill him up, even if you can't behave with him like another canine hybrid — it's not so important when he nuzzles your neck, lazily kissing, almost singing with delight when you stroke him, soothing, making it clear that you will be in the same place when he wakes up.
But, even knowing that you will wake up with Aki enthusiastically riding on you and whining apologies mixed with gratitude, giving you a great overview of mess caused by the need to be fucked until his body is perfect for you and is completely soaked, and knowing how shamefully grateful he will be when the heat is over, looking away but for some time feeling the consequences of constant breeding, including the fact that his body will react to your presence for some time, wanting to continue breeding,
you felt too happy.
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ᅳ P★rn Star Uei Naoki !
cw: smut. afab! chr. vaginal. nothing much explicit. mpreg mention. unprotected. blackmail. reader is an asshole without feelings of pity for others. short thirst.
Recording videos harassing people until gaining more what maximum fame? nothing cool; Nao, The Star King deserves a more promising title for his knowledge, how a Twitter account for example ! ♡
Uei Naoki dreams and cries of fame, recognition as long as you see him on the street and ask him for pictures immediatelyᅳ so why not make him a famous porn actor then? you will obligate help him to open a Twitter account for short videos, and one on Pornhub to upload videos of more than 10 minutes where you go out destroying his pussy without any mercy ! ♡
The variety of the videos definitely makes you two gain more followers every day, including those on Naoki's main Twitter account; so many sex positions that openly focus on his gaping pussy oozing cum while your cock successfully knotted up to make him scream as it touches his cervix !
Filming so many days in a row with inadequate protection makes Naoki unable to sleep without having your member knotting his pussy, his tight pink pussy milking you until the 5 minute pass and have to change the position.
At this point, Naoki is sure that even birth control won't stop his chance of getting pregnant; and if he does, he'll have to beg you to delete those beads because he doesn't want his child to somehow find out about it and see it mother's face for the rest of his years with a disgusting look.
An I-Tuber blinded by fame and approval, turned into a simple p★rn star who just wants to give a better example of life to his now future baby.
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WB BABE 😍😍
Can you share your favorite hmangas for me, please 😳
warning :: femdom. just four recs bc majority of them suck ass.
note :: i forgot to answer im so sorry 😭
TEA X BOOK (2) :: nipple play + dry orgasm & my favorite ones .
419054 :: mind control + crossdressing & nipple play .
376189 :: hidden sex + prostate massage & penetration .
I'M YOURS :: penetration + orgasm denial & creampie .
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fingering afab!childe while he’s acting so bratty like an annoying bitch ✌🏻 ofc u will make him beg for ur cock and don’t give it to him bc a bad boy don’t deserves a dick!1!!11!1!
afab!childe + dom!reader
dom!reader, sub!childe, gn!reader, vaginal fingering, degrading, lil of spanking, begging, dacryphilia, squirting.
Messy sheets sprayed all over the mattress, covered in Childe’s fluids who has been squirming around in pleasure from just the touch of your fingers. Two digits stuffed inside his puffy pussy while your thumb stimulated his clit. He covered his face with a pillow, back arching from the bed ; how long has it been since you were teasing him.
“Fuck ! Are you that bad at fucking that you keep on using your fingers ? Or maybe too- too scared to fuck me ?” he laughs
“You really shouldn’t be talking when you made a whole mess of yourself just from my fingers.”
“Coward.”
“Keep on moaning like a slut and stop fucking talking, nothing good comes out of your worthless mouth.”
His whimpers increased in volume and you knew he was close, once again. Your fingers went in and out of his cunt faster, indulging him to release on them. Your movement on his sensitive clit didn’t stop and he tried to squirm his way out but in vain. You held down Childe’s hips with your free hand, causing him to squirt another time. The overstimulated mess he was kept on babbling pleads, he wanted you to fill him up.
“Pleasepleaseplease, give me your cock please it’s all I want..”
“I don’t care about what you want.”
Tears rolling down his cheeks, his stomach going up and down from his heavy breathing. You wondered how he was still conscious and able to speak, putting another finger inside, fucking rapidly his cunt that was dripping wet.
“Nothing can compare with your cock please !”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up ?”
A loud slapping sound resonated in the room, his inner thigh burning from how hard you hit it. Childe loved how rough all of this was, moaning even louder than before. You slapped it again on the same spot, making it a pretty dark red shade. His body jolted when you hit that spot he was fond of.
“Coming again ?”
He nodded frenetically and you kept on the same pace as he kept the same volume. Moans and squelching sounds filling up your ears.
“Fucking slut.”
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☆ xiao -> sub!xiao x dom!reader
content -> sub!xiao , voyerism, reader calls xiao “princess” and “good girl” but he still is addressed by he/him, choking, anal fingering, the girls are all futas, umm idk what else
note : btw this is not the exhibition fic i was talking abt, that one is still in the works. i love making xiao a slut.
one of my guy friends is always surrounded by women that’s eitheir his height (cause he’s tall) or taller then him, always cooing at him and playing with his hair and calling his name. he always visibly melts and giggles when he’s with them, just so infatuated with these warm dominant women touching on him..
i can just imagine this with xiao.. you and your friends coddling him when they come over to visit. he sits in your lap while you guys converse and giggle about past memory’s. he feels warm when your hands run up thighs and up his stomach under his shirt.
two of your friends start staring at him, mentioning how your so lucky to have such a cute little thing home with you all the time. He squirms from the praise, not spoken to him but to you as if he’s not even there. your hands move higher and scratch at his nipples. slowly circling the flushed buds.
the girls move closer to surround him, taking in his quiet sighs as your fingers tease him with no rest. soon his pants are tugged off along with his shirt. he lays spread on your lap with only his boxers clinging to his shaky thighs.
“he makes the cutest sounds when you pinch him right..” you unexpectedly pull at his nipples, hard, eliciting a loud moan from his throat. “here!”
they all coo and giggle at his reaction. his flushed cheeks and small hands pawing at your arms making them want to drag out more of his sweet sounds. he feels several pairs of hands feel all over him;
one pushes his thighs apart, exposing his small bulge to the rest of them. another pair rubs up and down his ribs, helping you tease around his nipples.
teeth nip at his milky thighs causing him to tremble and jump. whines never stop pouring out of his mouth, progressively getting louder with the more hands roaming his lithe body.
“ feeling good princess?” at your words he nods quickly. he could feel you smirk against his neck as you kiss and lick below his ear. you drag your hand up and place it around his neck, squeezing. “such a good girl, showing my friends how pretty you are.. making me want to show them what’s mine.”
xiaos cock twitches harshly in his boxers just at the thought of you fucking him so hard in front your friends, causing them to coo and giggle even more at his reactions. “please..” he whispers hotly.
the hand around his throat squeezes harder in its place, coaxing him to say what he wants. “ please f-fuck me master, g-guh— fuck!” choked out moans gargle out his throat, slim hips bucking up into nothing.
one of the girls drag down his briefs while the others hover their mouths over his cocklet. hot breathes and stifled laughs making him burn all over while your hand releases his throat.
xiao feels like he’s swimming. eyes barely able to stay from rolling into the back of his head. his dick is so sensitive he could cum any second now, your hot cock pressing into his ass doesn’t help either. they whisper his name in sultry voices, hands touch all over him, and a single one of their fingers prodding at his perked asshole does it for you.
“get on the floor baby, all fours.” it takes him a minute to slide off your lap-- his legs loosing all will to help him stand up, and he kneels into position. xiao bites his lip and almost whimpers in anticipation.
you kneel behind him and spread both his cheeks apart, watching his muscle twitch from the attention. leaning forward, you lick a heavy stripe onto his hole pulling a surprised yelp from his mouth. you circle around his puckered rim with your wet thumb. xiao unknowingly pushes his hips back into your hand, trying to help your digits sink into him.
globs of frustrated tears well up in his pleading eyes, practically begging for you to finger fuck him senseless while he presents his ass to you. he lets out a happy squeal when he feels your long finger slide into him. xiaos arms immediately give out and he collapses onto the floor, two wobbly knees left to keep him propped up. his eyes can barely stay open to witness the figures gathering around him.
the sounds of zippers and the smell of hot cock blur around him as you slide in another finger into his hole, distracting him from realizing what’s happening just in front of him. squeaky gasps constantly pour out his mouth as his hips pummel back to meet your thrusts, desperately trying to help the pass of your fingers prod at his throbbing prostate.
the girls each have their hand busy with getting themselves worked up. hands either down their pants rubbing their own bulge or stroking their dick to the delectable sight of xiao loosing his mind over two fingers. if he’s this cute just from a bit of prodding they can’t imagine how delicious he’d look getting filled to the brim.
“ O-Oh my archons!” xiao shrieks suddenly, legs trembling harshly as you suddenly thrust directly into his prostate. “please, please more.” he whines into where his face is smushed. his hips slam back into your hand trying to suck you in deeper than possible. a third finger slides in and xiao nearly faints from the pleasure.
he’s close, and it’s painfully obvious. toes curling squeaky moans rising in volume and his neglected cocklet drips precum continuously. so you don’t stop drilling into his spongy insides, getting off on the lewd squelch of his whorish hole. fingers pounding harder and faster against him with each plunge, listening to him babble unintelligible warnings.
normally you’d work him up until his highest peak and let him almost tip over the edge right before you’d slip your fingers out of him to hear his adorable whines. however, just watching your friends bore into him with ravenous stares makes you want to show off. flaunt that your the only one who gets to fuck him this good with just your fingers.
let them watch him erupt and claw for your cock to fill him up and ruin him. remind them he’s yours and yours only. reaching over to envelop him with your hand, you jerk his cock at a fast pace. your fist tugs tightly, already insanely slick with his precum making it all the more pleasurable.
xiao physically cannot utter a single word, instead going completely silent at the height of his orgasm before wailing extremely loud. bursts of hot cum gush out of his weeping dick. xiao moans with each spurt he trembles out, your fist still mercilessly tugging at his spent cock. sensitive bulging tip spitting out cum even after you let him go.
he immediately collapses onto the floor, desperately trying to take in heavy breathes of air after the most intense orgasm he’s had in the day. he’s so caught up with himself xiao hasn’t realized the looming shadows over him until he opens his eyes.
each girl harshly tugs their massive cocks over xiaos face. tainting his cute exhausted expression with heavy lust once again. everyone can see it swirl darkly in his eyes and he sticks his tongue out like the slut he pretends he isn’t. he can feel you line up your angry tip with his puffy asshole behind him and moans at the thought of being stuffed full from both ends.
xiao waits patiently with his tongue out, watching with droopy heart eyes as each of the girls near their peak. large amounts of thick cum squirt onto his face, landing on his tongue and long eyelashes.
“enjoying yourself princess?” you whisper hotly into his ear, slowly pushing your dick into his hole. xiao released a heavy whine of your name as his head drops down to the floor once again. he can feel his cock twitch sensitively but expectant underneath him. “ you didn’t forget about me, did you?”
he quickly shakes his head no and reaches behind himself to arch into a kiss. you taste the others on his tongue and bite him teasingly, cause him to break away with a small yelp. xiao silently moans when he feels you fill him to the hilt, throbbing veins snug against his plush walls already expecting you to fuck him silly.
“ let me show them who you belong to, alright princess?” you groan. xiao nods quickly in response, pushing back to press against your hips in hopes you’d ruin him sooner. “good girl.”
art credit: link
note : i love this artists style sm it’s so hot makes my (imaginary) dick hard 😵💫
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sub!hanma x reader (no pronoun used but a strapon so yeah..)
twt pxrn links: 1 2 3 4 5
Hanma was a wildcard. In many ways. Not only was he, to be blunt, a bit psycho in the streets. But he sure was wild in the sheets as well. He was up to try anything with you. He could be fully in charge and degrade the hell out of you as well as he could be on his knees whimpering while you press down on his dick with your foot.
So whenever he started to softly kiss your neck and whimper that he wanted you. You knew he wasn't in the mood to take the lead. You knew he needed you to be in charge. To handle him with care. And to remind him what a little slut he was.
"Aw what did my baby do to get so desperate huh?" you whispered in his ear and he let out a small whine in response when your fingers grazed over his chest. "So very sensitive. Tsk tsk, did you have fun without me?" "I was just thinking about you. How it feels when you fill me up. When you touch me. Touches me everywhere." He admitted looking at you with glossy eyes while you took his dick in your hand and pumped it. He was already leaking precum and he shuddered as you took your thumb over his slit to spread it around. "Feels so good."
You loved to see him like this. All putty in your hands. All glossy-eyed and submissive to you. You pumped him a few more times, kissed his neck and bite down on his chest and down his stomach while you started to play with his balls. He let out shakey breaths and when you told him he was doing so well he whimpered. He loved hearing it. He was feeding of it. And you were feeding of his every reaction.
"Please, I need you. I need you inside me." he stuttered trying to grab your arm to get you to look at him. But you just tsk'd at him. "please?" "Youre so cute when you beg. But we got to prep you properly right?" you said and he nodded, defeated but he knew it was true.
He dragged for his breath when you inserted a finger in him but the moan he let out when you finally inserted another? Bring the holy water. He was not holding back, not that you wanted him to.
It didn't take much to prep him. He was basically a running faucet. He had been having some fun before he came to you, you knew it but if he wanted to play innocent and lie then he could. For now. You would use it against him later.
Later being when you got the strap-on and started to push in. He was a moaning mess; ass up in the air, face down in the mattress and knuckles white from holding on to the sheets for dear life while you pushed in. He tried to push back on it, to get you deeper faster but you kept pulling out whenever he did. Making him sob and whimper and whine out how mean you were being. You just rolled your eyes, he had no idea what he was in for. So you pushed your full length in with one swift motion, making him let out the deep growling moan and making his leg actually shake. You couldn't help but giggle seeing how his body was literally trembling.
"Happy now babyboy?" you whispered in his ear while slowly moving your hips and he just nodded while letting out whimper after whimper. "Remember that you have to wait until they get permission to come." He nodded frantically, fucking himself back on your strapon.
You let him have his way for a while. Letting him fuck himself stupid on your dick while you enjoyed the view and the sounds he made. But as hot as his back was you wanted to see his fucked out face so you made him turn around. He was so fucked already, his mouth hanging open and his eyes all glossy. Cheeks flushed red and precum leaking all over his stomach while you fucked him.
"Please let me come," he whimpered and you stroke his cheek. "Please, it feels so good." "Only good boys gets to come. You lied about having played before you came to me. Good boys dont lie do they?" You said softly and he stared at you with eyes wide open. "Thats what I thought."
You kept fucking him while you started to pump his dick, running the thumb over his slit every one in a while only to stop moving both your hips and hand when you felt he was getting close. He kept kicking his legs, begging for you to let him come but you just kissed his cheek and asked if he really deserved it.
Your hand would be glistening with his precum, his tip bright red and he would be bucking up his hips into your hand who wasn't even holding his cock just the air around it. He would toss and turn while you cooed at him about how pathetic he was. What a needly little slut he was being. That if he wanted to cum so badly he should have behaved from start and not lied.
Like a mantra he kept saying how sorry he was that he would never lie again. That he would never touch himself without permission again. And with that you gave him a kiss and started to move your hips and hand again. Hanma kept letting out the most lewed sounds one after another. Squealing sounds echoing through the room along with his moans. And the broken moan he let out when he finally got to come was straight up pornographic. His cum covered his stomach and chest. Coming out in one spurt after another from being held back so many times.
"Such a good boy for me aren't you baby?" You said while kissing his cheek and chest. "Yes, I'm your good boy." He said trying to catch his breath while his body was still shaking from his climax. Whimpering when you pulled out and lay next to him to hold him. "So good right?" You hummed. "The best boy" you said and held him tighter.
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