SINAG

“i—i’m, ‘m good—“ he repeats, almost like he’s reassuring himself and not you, “w-want mommy, please— f—fuck me, mommy, i—“

“oh, baby,” you coo, gently pushing his chest flush against the mattress by placing a hand on the expanse of his back, “i’ve got you, mommy’s here.”

heeseung whimpers, body tensing at the feeling of your hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks open only for you to thumb gently around his rim.

“nnh—“ his hips buck, thighs trembling as you play with his hole, “p—lease—“

taking pity on the poor thing, you grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand, pouring a liberal amount on your fingers. finally, wasting no time, you sink a finger into heeseung’s hole, allowing the boy a moment to adjust at the feeling.

“haa, mm, m—mommy—!” he yelps, “i— ungh,”

you bite down a laugh, endeared at the sight of heeseung looking debauched, already soaked in sweat, entire frame shaking, only from a single finger.

as opposed to your earlier teasings, you decide that enough is enough. sinking another finger into the poor boy in front of you, you make quick work of opening him up, scissoring your fingers and curling them upwards with the aim of getting him loose.

“f-fuhhck, mnhm—!” he yelps. “a—ah, s-slow—ungh—slowly, p—please—!”

ignoring his pleas, you pull your fingers out in one quick movement, eliciting a whine from the other. without your hands anchoring him, heeseung nearly falls into the bed, arms and legs already giving out.

you chuckle, placing yourself behind him. taking his ass in your hands once more, you line your strap against his hole, mercifully sinking into him slowly, hands gripping his hips, ensuring that he wouldn’t go anywhere.

“o—oh,” heeseung moans deliciously, “oh m—my god, mommy—!”

thighs flush against his ass, you sheathe yourself fully, watching as heeseung’s entire body shake more intensely, head thrashing and arms writhing under you.

“good, baby?” you ask, one hand pushing him down by his nape, keeping him in place.

heeseung nods as best he can, hips jerking, as if he’s trying to run away from you, but you don’t let up, pushing the strap deeper into him now. “ngh— ah, t—too deep—!!”

you laugh, pulling the strap out halfway in a form of mercy. “fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this.”

taking heeseung’s hips in your hands, you begin fucking him in a bruising pace, angling your hips to make sure the tip of your dick hit his prostate at every thrust.

heeseung, unable to fight the pleasure, is reduced to a moaning mess beneath you. his cries grow in volume, accompanied by the constant plap! plap! plap! of your strap and the sounds of your skin slapping together.

“m—mommy, please!” heeseung cries, tears streaming down his face, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. you’re almost certain heeseung doesn’t even know what he’s begging for anymore.

“yea, baby?” you huff, “too much, hm? mommy’s cock feels too good?”

he’s nodding his head so fervently, hands gripping the sheets, almost like he’s trying to crawl away from you. you keep him down with a hand on his back, hips still pistoning into his ass.

“be good, baby,” you warn, “stay still ‘nd let mommy fuck your pussy—“

heeseung downright wails, mouth agape, drool dripping down his chin. you affectionately wipe it away, before grabbing him by the neck, your pace unwavering.

“m—mommy—“ heeseung makes out through his moans, “g—gonna—“

you pause, slamming into him all of a sudden, cock deep, deep in his stomach. “you gonna cum, baby?”

heeseung whimpers, “please,” he swallows, “l—let me cum, mommy—“

“no,” you grind your hips slow, causing heeseung to gasp, “not yet, baby.”

he hiccups, “p—please—“

you shake your head, pulling out only to slam back in, eliciting a loud “ah!” from your poor boy.

“mommy’s not done with your cunt yet.”

“such a good fuckin’ slut,” you hiss, grabbing sunghoon’s throat in your hands. the boy gasps, his hands reaching out to grip your wrists, but stops halfway.

you’re situated on his lap, with your other hand wrapped around his cock. he’s on his third orgasm now, and he looks absolutely spent, but you’re not nearly done with him.

“noon—a!” his voice breaks at the last syllable, legs shaking as his body attempts to push away the insurmountable amount of pleasure.

but sunghoon doesn’t complain or ask for you to stop, he lets you have your fun, brain too muddled from the feeling of your hand on his cock, his own cum acting as lubrication as you continue.

your hand on his throat is tight enough to leave a mark, and yet he doesn’t utter a single word. the friction created from your skin on his spent cock is nearly painful, but he finds himself wanting more, hips canting upwards, a silent indication for you to please, go faster.

you keep him pinned down, still sat on his lap, keeping him from thrashing. it’s nearly impossible to keep him still, his back arching, head thrown back. almost as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“puh, please— ah!” he yelps. “c-can’t, any— ngh! mo—ore, noona!”

his face is blotchy and red, tears and sweat dripping from his face. he’s never looked more ethereal than he does now.

the hand on his throat relieves pressure, and you decide to give him a little mercy. the pace of your wrist slows, and sunghoon whimpers.

you heave an evil chuckle. “should i stop, baby?”

the boy shakes his head. unsatisfied, you leave a quick swat on his inner thigh. he winces, unscathed but shocked.

“words, sunghoon.” you utter through gritted teeth.

“n-no, noona,” he whimpers. “d-don’t stop, please?”

you never know how to say no to that face, anyway.

NOTE. so sorry for the inactivity! been really busy. you can still send in asks tho <3 i’ll get to them when i have the time.