Milly

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Changbin’s in control.

At least, that’s how other people see it. He’s loud, he’s whiny, and he always gets his way.

Naturally, everyone assumes the same type of dynamic permeates his personal relationships. They see him get jealous when you don’t give him attention, they notice him whine teasingly until you give him a kiss or hold his hand, unashamed of asking for something so private in front of friends. And that is all true—Changbin doesn’t care who sees him asking for your hugs and kisses because he loves them too much.

But, is he in control?

Everything is equal in your relationship. Before you, Changbin used to pay for everything, be the only one who comes bearing gifts, and plan every single date. Now, it’s no longer like that.

You gasp at the idea of him paying for two dates in a row and you absolutely love getting Changbin small presents that remind you of him. Dates are usually a mutual decision, most likely something decided on a whim. He doesn’t have to hold the reins all the time, and that feels amazing.

He also used to be the person who took control in the bedroom, pounding his partners hard on every available surface out there until they couldn’t take any more. Now, when he has sex, he gets immersed in it fully. It used to be all about his dick and getting it wet—hips snapping fast, in and out, in and out, until completion.

Nowadays, it’s all so different. When you two have sex, it’s no longer just about his dick. Now, his entire body tingles, his body feels like it’s melding into yours, becoming one as he fucks you, taking his time. Changbin does love to pound into you from time to time, make you scream, grab the sheets, have you digging your nails into his back, scratch him when you get lost in pleasure. But, that’s not all you two do, and he’s thankful for the change.

That’s exactly how he feels now that you’re riding his cock—thankful.

His day was long and stressful, the stress of promotions getting to him, the need to be the best, for people to like him getting the better of him. It’s been a long day, and there’s nothing better than you using him as you please, which is why you’re sitting on his lap, straddling it, knees on each side of his body, feet hooked against his inner thigh, hands pressing down on his chest.

“You’re perfect,” he tells you after what seems like an hour of silence. Well, it wasn’t exactly silence—he’s been letting out little whines and grunts ever since you sat down on his cock, but he felt too fucked out to speak.

“You’re sweet, Binnie,” you coo at him, hand moving up to caress his cheek as you start gyrating your hips a bit faster. “So pretty. My pretty baby.”

When you say the words, Changbin looks to the side, breaking eye contact for the first time in a long time. It’s a compliment he doesn’t get often face to face, something he used to think is reserved for women only, something no other partner has ever used to address him.

“What is it?” you ask, a bit louder this time so he can hear you well over the sounds of sex. “Don’t like to hear that?”

“No, I…” Changbin tries to speak, but his voice dies down in his throat after a particularly good swirl of your hips that makes his cockhead rub against your walls in all the best ways. “I don’t mind.”

“Then why can’t you look at me, Binnie?” You’re teasing now, that much is clear by the tone of voice you’re using.

Your fingers fly up to his face and cup his chin. You use the leverage to turn his head towards you and make Changbin look at you. “Hm?”

“I don’t mind it,” he admits sheepishly, a bit entranced by the way your tits move when you’re riding him, cock filling you up just right, judging by the way your face is contorting in pleasure.

“It makes you shy?” you suggest, and you’re absolutely right, it does.

You clearly see it when his ears turn red and he breaks eye contact again, this time sighing deeply. Changbin doesn’t have to say it for you to know it.

So, your hand moves down from his face to his neck, and you wrap your fingers around it, giving it a light squeeze.

“I kind of like it when you get all shy,” you admit, hips starting to move up and down, using your feet as leverage. “It’s so hot to see you just sit here with your legs spread, all red in the face, flustered because I’m riding your cock and calling you pretty… Because that’s exactly what you are, Binnie. So fucking pretty.”

His cock reacts to your words instantly, twitching while inside of you, and his balls feel tight. He’s close, especially now that you’re looking into his eyes and saying all this. And, you’re right. All he is doing is just practically lying on the sofa naked, legs spread so you can ride him however you want, head dizzy with want, cheeks burning from your compliments. “You’re pretty,” he adds after a while, meaning it. “The prettiest.”

“Thanks, baby, but we’re not talking about me,” you say teasingly, starting to bring your hips down onto his with a lot of force that causes your bodies to make such lewd sounds. Smack, smack, smack. It’s rhythmical and sounds perfect, but it feels divine, and it’s all Changbin’s. You sound wet too—the unmistakable sound of his cock pushing deeper into your cunt and getting engulfed by wetness turns him on even more.

Unphased by the way his mouth is now hanging open as he stares at you, eyes almost closed as he approaches his high, you continue, “Tonight’s all about you, baby… You just sit there and relax and let me do all the work. And when I say you’re pretty, you don’t say it back, okay? You take the compliment instead.”

God, Changbin’s terrible at taking compliments if they’re unrelated to his work. Even then, he tries to minimize his role in it and doesn't like to be the center of attention that way. Yet, he has no choice with you. You know this about him, which is why you’re forcing him to stop saying something back.

When he nods, you speed up a bit, as if you’re rewarding him. “You’re pretty,” you tell him again. “Have the perfect eyes and lips, and the cutest hair I just want to ruffle or pull on, depending on the mood.”

The memory of you gripping his hair earlier when he went down on you rushes through Changbin’s mind and clouds his judgment, so he closes his eyes and whines loudly, feeling so close to coming.

You tsk at him and giggle. “What did we just say?”

“Uh, I, uh…” he stutters, clearing his throat before continuing. “Thank you?” Is that what you told him to do? Changbin’s unsure—he got too lost in the warmth of your pussy to think.

“You’re welcome, baby…” This time, you practically moan the pet name, which makes Changbin grunt and snap his hips into you, even though he’s not supposed to.

His sudden movement takes you by surprise, but you don’t mind. Instead, you tsk at him again, this time chuckling. “You’re so cute when you look this fucked out… Desperate.”

“Mhm,” Changbin agrees with a hum because lord knows he is as desperate as they come when he’s with you.

“A couple of compliments made you feel this way?” you tease now, using the same moaning tone of voice from earlier. “I have to tell you you’re pretty more often. Even your eyes are pretty, baby, and the way you scrunch your nose...”

When you say that, he grunts again, unable to stop it and pretend it doesn’t mean something to him.

“What are you?” you ask, and Changbin knows you’re not letting him off easy. It’s about him and making him believe stuff about himself that he’s just not used to believing.

“Desperate?” he suggests, trying to divert your attention to another aspect of himself, one that is easier to admit to, accept.

You just chuckle and start moving faster, your hand still around his neck. “You are, but what else?”

Changbin gulps, feeling embarrassed about even having to say it. “Pretty.”

“Yup,” you say happily, placing both hands on his chest and starting to ride him faster. “Good…”

With that, you lean in and kiss him slowly, gently, as if you’re just starting to have sex, as if he hasn’t been on the verge of coming for the last 15 minutes, as if you’re not drooling all over his cock and balls and the sofa.

“And handsome,” you add once you pull away from his mouth, using your feet to push yourself against his thighs and move up just to slam back down on his cock, letting it enter you fully. “So fucking handsome, Binnie… It’s hard to keep my hands off of you, let alone eyes.”

God, you’re going to ruin him. He’s your boyfriend, so he knows that you clearly love him, but he never really thinks about these things. There are definitely men who look better than him, who have more time than him, who are less tired after a week of work than he is. Yet, you’re with him.

Changbin nods, but you shake your head at him. “What are you?”

It’s embarrassing, but he has to say it, even if his cheeks are burning. At the same time, you’re riding him so well he’s about to blow—his stomach is starting to contract and the noises that leave his mouth are ungodly. “H-h—fuck, handsome!”

“Mhmm,” you hum happily. “Good, you can touch me now.”

Finally, Changbin has permission to start groping you, which he instantly does. Both his hands fly to your ass, which he starts squeezing, his fingers digging into the warm flesh while his lips latch onto your nipple, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth before he starts nibbling.

“God, I’ve missed you,” you tell him, voice getting croakier by the second. No matter what kind of a front you put up, Changbin knows you love to be in his arms, you love his touches and kisses, and you love fucking him. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and you use the leverage to pull his head back and make him face you. “Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” he breathes in between loud grunts as he feels it approaching. It was the permission to finally touch you that did him in after the entire night of just sitting there and letting you do everything without being able to touch you. The second he felt your ass cheeks in his palms and your nipple in his mouth, it was game over for Changbin. “Wanna fill you up… Fuck yourself full of cum for me.”

It’s your turn to moan and look fucked out now as you start jumping up and down as much as you can considering you’re practically in his arms. Still, you did a fucking wonderful job of milking his orgasm out of him with your tight walls. “More, baby, mo—ah!” Changbin grunts, but has to stop and moan when he feels it.

You don’t still, even though it’s clear his cock is spurting semen inside of you, covering your walls. When you want to torture him, you stop in the middle of it and just let him come like that, cock leaking cum without any of you two moving a muscle, except for the occasional sneaky clench of your pussy around him.

“Please, more, fuck!” Changbin’s moans only seem to spur you on. So, you grab his shoulders and continue moving up and down, until you’re sure all of it is out, until your boyfriend plops back down and leans against the sofa, until he pulls you in closer so you’re lying on his chest, his cock still pulsating inside of you.

Changbin’s not in control, but he doesn’t have to be. He prefers it this way anyway.