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“don’t talk to me like that, hon. i’m doing you a favor by doing this,” you reply, caressing his soft thighs. he would look so beautiful with hickeys adorned all over his soft skin, but you’ll save that for another day. “you beg me to do this for you, yet you made me prep you all by myself. what a selfish baby.”

“i’m your selfish baby,” he replies, his legs spread wide open for you, letting you align the tip with his hole.

you hesitate for a moment. “are you really okay with this?” you ask, holding his thighs up. he admitted to you that this was his first time getting pegged, even though he assured you that he had played with himself there multiple times before.

“i want this,” he replies.

after his response, you nod, beginning to slowly slide into him, making him let out a lengthy whine in response. his hands start to scramble around, unsure what to do. you reach out to him, eventually holding one of his hands. his grip is tight as the other hand holds onto the sheets.

“are you okay, baby?” you ask, all the way in.

breathlessly, he replies, “yes.” you give him a moment to adjust, and he asks, “can you start moving?”

you lean over to place a kiss on his forehead. “of course.” you began a slow pace, careful not to hurt him. eventually, you develop a pace, relatively slow, but you slam back into him hard, causing a sharp gasp the first time. “is this okay?”

he doesn’t respond with words, as his eyes have fluttered closed. he moans with every time you thrust back in. “harder, harder please,” he replies, eyes squeezed tight. small little gasps escape his mouth whenever you pull out.

“look at me first, baby,” you reply.

he doesn’t comply, instead relishing in the sensation. he’s writhing around on the sheets, and his grip on your hand began to tighten.

“i said,” you slammed back into him even harder than before, making him arch his back, a loud cry escaping his mouth. “look at me.” 

his eyes shot open, and he continued to whine loudly for you. “please! please, there! right there! aah!”

you picked up the pace, and changmin began to grind his hips against you, his moans beginning to escalate in volume. “how long have you thought about this baby?” you let go of his hand to lift his hips, hitting his sweet spot at a different angle. he let out something between a gasp and a scream at that moment. “how long, baby?”

“so long!” he gasps out, his breathing starting to get ragged. “so, so long! oh god, fuck!” 

his thighs were beginning to shake, and his hands began to scramble around again, as if they were trying to figure out which spot on the bed they should grab. “how many times have you played yourself, wishing it was me? hoping for this exact moment?”

moans and cries spill out of his mouth. “too—aah—too many times!” his words are slurred and breathless, all blending into a long, blended word. his head slams back against the bed, and his eyes have shut again, but you’ll let it slip for now. 

“you’re dripping all over your tummy, baby.” your finger swirls around in the puddle on his stomach, causing a shaky moan to leave him. "you really have been dreaming of this for a while.” he nods, desperately.

he gasps out, “please—please, i’m close.”

you raise an eyebrow. “oh? already? when i haven’t even touched your cock?” you thrust faster, reveling in the way he whines at your motions. tears are starting to well up in his eyes.

“yes, yes!” he replies. “please let me come!”

you shake your head. “what have you done to deserve it, baby? why do you deserve to come?”

“i don’t,” he replies, quickly. “i don’t deserve it, but please.” his voice is barely above a whisper, sounding so ruined.

how could you deny such an adorable request? “you can come, honey.”

and he does. beautiful, pearly white strands scatter all over his stomach, and he cries, tears leaking down his cheeks. his muscles tense up, then relax. you slide out of him, and he whines at the sudden emptiness.