#i have sub!kyu brainrot now so i love it here

[noriyoshi]

Ice Ice Baby - kjk (m)

pairing: sub!junkyu x gender-neutral!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.5k

warnings: oral (male-receiving), ice play

synopsis: trying out ice play with Junkyu for the first time.

a/n: inspired by a convo i had a while ago with @nari-nim​! not proofread bc im sleepy rn so sorry... also i feel like i really like writing junkyu receiving oral? idk he’s very cute and we should all think abt sub!kyu more often <3 feedback is always appreciated!

Junkyu laid with his back on the bed, his arms and legs outstretched. You sat on the edge of his bed, watching him closely. He watched back with a cute little pout forming on his lips. You hadn’t even touched him yet but he was already fully hard. You were going to have fun with him tonight.

You lean towards the night stand and grab a cup filled with ice that you had prepared not long ago, pulling a cube out. Junkyu’s eyes never leave your figure, following your hand as you bring the ice cube to your lips. You suckle on it for a moment, coating your tongue with the cool liquid as it begins to melt. Once you’re satisfied you place it back in the cup and lean down to kiss Junkyu. Your lips ghost right over his and he can feel the cool puff of air leave your lips. You kiss him slowly, your tongue entangling with his, countering his much more desperate pace.

You kiss him until your mouth goes warm again. Just the feeling of his plush, pink lips against yours makes you feel like you’re in heaven. You tease him; pulling his lower lip between your teeth, your tongue licking in his mouth before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and hovering just out of his reach. He cranes his head up but you pull back again much to his dismay. He wants to kiss you so badly but he knows moving out of this position you’ve placed him in will result in a punishment.

You sit up again, turning slightly and shifting your knee up onto the bed for a more comfortable position. As you face him, you lean on your left arm and bring your right hand up to his cheek, caressing the soft flesh. Your thumb traces his lips which fall open, begging for you to put it in his mouth.

You oblige and coo at him as he sucks on your thumb. “You’re okay with this?” you ask, tracing your free hand over his abdomen and watching his muscles contract. He groans against your finger as you continuously graze your nails lower down his body. The boy nods eagerly. “Please.” he begs when you pull your finger away. Please what? you’re tempted to tease him. But he’s been so good for you today, you think you’ll go easy on him.

“Let me know if you want me to stop.” is the last thing you say.

You take the melting ice cube into your hands once more and drag it down Junkyu’s chest in one long, drawn out line. He clenches his teeth at the feeling, watching you as your tongue laps up the wet trail. You drag the ice cube over his chest, your tongue always close behind. Junkyu feels insane at the heavenly feeling of your warm tongue tracing over the remnants that the cool, stinging cube left behind. He bites his lip, relaxing as he gets used to the contrast in temperature. He doesn’t get to rest for long though because the feeling of the ice cube tracing over his hardened nipple has him gasping.

Unlike the other times, you don’t trace your tongue over it just yet. You opt to continue swirling the cube around, until Junkyu’s nipple is pink and perfectly taut. He begins to fidget at the cold feeling so you oblige and suck his nipple into your mouth.

Junkyu’s mewl could put a whore to shame. His back arched into you as you bite down on it playfully before letting it go. “Y/N” he moans pathetically. “Hm?” you hum against his chest as you repeat the action with his other nipple. Junkyu cries out when you bite a bit harder this time, bucking his hips into the air helplessly. You continue the action, alternating between biting down and flicking your tongue. Once you’re satisfied with one, you do the same to the other until Junkyu is crying for you to stop.

“I’m g-gon-gonna cum,” he wails.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head. “Not yet. You can wait a little longer for me, can’t you?”

He nods. “What was that?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.”

You look to the cup and grab another ice cube. The temperature in the room is a lot warmer now and they’re beginning to melt. On the plus side, it’s that much easier to glide them against Junkyu’s skin, watching as it leaves goosebumps in its wake.

You suck on the cube again, your tongue exceptionally cold as you straddle the lower half of Junkyu’s body and kiss your way down. Once your face reaches his hips, you suck the ice cube again, your tongue tracing over Junkyu’s cock. You could see the vein pulsating, more precum dripping down his cock at his excitement. “Fuck,” he groans absolutely reeling at the feeling of finally being touched where he needed it most. You play with the ice a bit more, warming it in your hands and letting it drip over his length, your tongue always licking it up right after.

Junkyu watches as your left hand wraps around his length, spit dripping from your mouth down the shaft before giving a few weak tugs. Your tongue traces around the head, your eyes meet Junkyu’s for a fleeting second as you look up. His face is flushed, his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. He’s watching you with such a dazed yet intense look, you can feel your insides tingling. You place the rapidly melting ice against the head of his cock. Junkyu whimpering at the cold feeling.

His eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out a huff. You wrap your lips around his length and sink down until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. “Oh, fuck,” he moans out. You began bobbing your head, putting one hand on his thigh to steady yourself and the other to help you blow him. His hands grip the sheets to keep himself from tangling in your hair. It takes everything in him to keep still as you continue to blow him.

You lick from the base of his cock to the tip, making sure to trace your tongue over the vein. The more you get into it, the more Junkyu does too. You can tell that he’s not going to last much longer because he’s thrown all precaution to the wind. He’s no longer cautious of any sound he might make or about keeping as still as he can. He’s rolling his hips up trying to get as much of your mouth around him in one go as you can. The obscene sounds of you swallowing around his length and the fact that you’ve been teasing him for so long already have him on the edge of an orgasm.

“Shit, that feels so good,” Junkyu moans.

You’re swirling your tongue around Junkyu’s shaft and bobbing down as much as you can when Junkyu’s hips buck up. You moan and gag at the sudden intrusion; Junkyu’s eyes roll to the back of his head. You pull off of him, your saliva thickly coating his dick as you stroke him. The ice has long melted and your cold, wet fingers are now warm too.

You fish out the last ice cube from the cup which is now mostly water and use it to stroke Junkyu to orgasm. He’s thrashing underneath you, pleas to cum and whines of how good it feels spilling from his lips. He’s so close.

You change positions and straddle him again, your hand coming between your bodies to stroke him fast while the other fondles his balls. Your lips get to work marking his neck and chest, reddish spots blooming on his sensitive skin. He becomes overtaken by the pleasure of your mouth and hands on his body, his hips begin to speed up in time with the movements of your hand. You continue this movement until moments later Junkyu is spilling all over his stomach (and yours). You stroke him through his orgasm, continuing until the tears in his eyes are spilling over and he’s gripping at your wrist, body trembling at the oversensitivity.

“You did so well, kyu.” you pat his head, running your fingers softly through his hair as he steadies his breathing and comes back from his haze. He looks at you with the cutest smile, it’s tinged with sleepiness and you know he’ll doze off any second.

“Was that good? It wasn’t too much was it?” you walk over to the bathroom in the other side of the room and rinse a towel in warm water. Junkyu’s drinking water from a bottle you had put on the nightstand as you approach him.

“Was so good,”

You clean him up with the towel, discarding it into the dirty clothes bin when you’re done.

You drink some water yourself and you both get changed into pajamas before assuming your positions in bed, this time in your usual cuddling positions.

“Good night, Y/N” he yawns, snuggling into your chest.

“Sleep tight, baby.” you wrap your arms around him and the both of you doze off into a deep sleep.