Pentagon Scenarios

When Jinho had asked to try something a little more intense this weekend, you hadn’t really expected the position you were currently in. But that’s not to say you mind…

You can’t see him, thanks to the silk blindfold tied over your eyes, but you can feel his hands on you, fingers nimbly closing the fixtures on the cuffs around your ankles. Your wrists are bound too, by thick padded cuffs attached together by a chain behind your back, just long enough so you can hold your hands at your side. Though you aren’t sure, you have a feeling your ankles are tied by a similar chain. But you don’t move your feet to check, not wanting to step a toe out of line just yet. Jinho always takes good care of you when you’re good for him.

You feel his fingertips brush the hair off your face, “you remember your safe words?”

You nod quickly. He always checks, always takes his time before he gets into it. You aren’t sure if he knows but just that wait already has you riled up.

“Good,” his fingers graze over your cheek, moving down and over your bottom lip. You part them instinctually, and he hums in appreciation, “I want you to stay as you are, hands at your sides until I tell you to move.”

You nod again, the movement letting his fingertip slip ever slightly into your mouth and you have the deep urge to suck on it. But you don’t, instead squeezing your eyes further shut. The sound of his breathing moves closer, until you can feel it fanning out over your face. His finger moves forward just slightly, touching to your tongue.

A kiss is pressed to the side of your face, just under your ear, “I want you to suck on my fingers princess, make them nice and wet so they slide into you easily,” his voice is low, lips moving so close that you feel them graze your earlobe.

His finger pushes further into your mouth and you take the opportunity to close your lips around it. It feels good to have something in your mouth, something you can lave your tongue over. But it already makes your mind wander to his cock. The simple thought makes your breathing quicken. 

You take your time, licking and sucking over his finger, until he pushes another into your mouth. It makes you moan the way he uses your mouth.

He takes his time like that, letting you have your fun with his finger all while you ache for more, for him to put them somewhere else. But he holds off for a long time, waiting until you’re almost panting, jaw slack in need for him. You know he likes to see you broken down like this.

“Mmm, I think that’s enough,” he says eventually, pulling his fingers slowly from your mouth.

His other hand runs gently down the line of your body, spending some time playing with your nipples. The stimulation is enough to make you moan, and it’s only added to when he flicks his tongue over each one. But the sensation is abruptly overwhelmed by the realisation that his now wet fingertips are sliding over your thighs, closer and closer to your pussy.

His fingers slide into you without warning, at stark contrast from the slow way he was moving before. You don’t have a chance to prepare yourself and you clench around him automatically. He positions his thumb so it can press against your clit, and he begins to fuck his fingers into you.

You want to open your eyes wide, but the blindfold stops them, so instead your mouth falls open with a shocked gasp. His pace is steady, strong and just shy of being fast. It makes you squirm, hips both wriggling away and closer. The pace makes you want to fuck your hips down to meet him, but you have just enough self-control to keep them in place. A kiss to your hip tells you he’s noticed the effort.

The feeling of his lips on your skin makes you suddenly burn to feel them against yours again, desperate for his open mouth kisses as he’s breaking you down all too quickly with his fingers. 

You can’t stop the flow of sounds spilling from your mouth at every movement he makes. The heat of your arousal is already spreading in a flush over your chest and cheeks, so fast, too fast. You can already feel your body growing on edge, your muscles contracting and shaking in ready for a peak in your arousal, and you let out a small sob. You know you’re going to come already, and it makes you feel almost embarrassed. 

You’re surprised by Jinho’s lips meeting yours. His tongue pushes into your mouth and he takes and takes, everything you willingly give him. He’s all around you, his scent, his taste, his touch and it’s like nothing else exists for that moment. You come like that, the buzz of energy coursing through your veins, making you feel like a fizzy drink that’s overflowed. 

The come down is relatively quick, with Jinho kissing you through it you can’t really tell where your orgasm stops and where the renewed arousal from his touch starts. Because his fingers don’t ever stop. They fucked you through your orgasm and they’re keeping their steady pace. It makes your eyes rolls back and you have to moan into Jinho’s mouth.

He smiles against your lips, “give me another one.”

You whine, tears pricking at your eyes. You know you can probably take another, and that Jinho never lets up until he’s made you come at least twice, but with how fast you came the first time you feel like you’ll overflow again in an instant.

He doesn’t take the whine though, instead pulling back. His hands hold you firmly and you feel him manoeuvre you, so you’re flipped over, knees tucked underneath you and chest and face pressed to the bed. 

“Tell me you want it,” he says in a hard tone.

It’s only light, but his palm meets the skin of your ass in a sting. You moan.

“I-,” you start, but his fingers sliding back into you make you choke on your words.

“Say it.”

His fingers don’t move. They just sit there, inside you, and you clench around him again. 

“P-please, I want it.”

“What do you want princess?”

“I… I want to come, please, on your fingers.” 

He pulls his fingers out and pushes them back in, “again.”

“Please, please, I want to come,” you can’t believe how quickly you’ve become desperate.

He starts fucking you again and you feel every muscle in your body turn to jelly in relief. It’s slightly faster this time, like he wants to break you. Your muscles tighten again, and your legs are already shaking. 

“Again princess,” he hums, this time right by your ear.

You cry, “please, let me come please!”

His other arm slides underneath you, bracing against your chest and he pulls you up with him, pressing you back against his chest. You’re left kneeling, arms still behind you and legs spread. His fingers haven’t stopped, but the new angle throws you violently into another orgasm. This one is harder, mind numbing in how it makes you gasp and sob, and your hips jerk rapidly. Your head falls back against his shoulder, every nerve on fire, and his lips against your cheek feel like a cool breeze.

It feels like you stay like that forever, just regaining your breathing. His fingers are still inside you, moving slowly through it all, but eventually it starts to feel just that side of too much, like you might burn up to ash if he keeps going. You whine, hips raising slightly, and he gets the message.

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl,” he soothes.

He slips the blindfold off gently and it takes you a moment to come back to your senses. To remember who and where you are, to make sense of everything. You crack your eyes open ever so slowly. 

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, but once they do you see that he’s kneeling on the bed next to you, still wearing his white button up, pulled open enough at the collar to expose the top of his chest. And his tight black slacks are already open. His hard cock is straining against his underwear. It surprises you how quickly you’re able to come back from the haze at the sight of him. Your knees go weak and you lean forward without thinking, mouth falling open. You don’t even notice that you’re moaning at the mere sight of his cock, the simple thought of it against your lips.

His hand on your chin stops you and you look up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Wait a moment princess,” he hums, amusement behind the words, “I’ll tell you when you can have it.”

You whine, barely able to restrain yourself at this point, but you pull back.

Jinho kicks his pants off slowly, eyes focused on you the whole time. It drives you mad. You’re whining again, you can’t even help it.

Once his pants are off his fingers move to slowly unbutton his shirt. You’re caught up watching his fingers move over the fabric, so you don’t expect it when he speaks.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Princess,” his voice is soft, gentle, and another button comes undone, “so needy and good for me. Just wait a moment longer, I’ll give you what you want.”

The next button unfastens, and the next and the next, his fingers working at the same steady pace. Until the last one is undone, and his shirt finally falls open, revealing his body. You look up his face again, and he’s looking down at you through lidded eyes, wet lips parted just so. You know at the back of your mind that you’re affecting him just as much as he is you, and it makes you feel warm.

“Ok,” his fingers slide into your hair and pull your head towards him, “you’ve waited enough.”

With a moan you fall forward, mouthing at his clothed cock. You can feel the heat radiating off of him and you breathe in deeply through your nose. Your body feels like jelly at the mere scent of him and you let your tongue slide out to press against him. 

It’s the first time that night that you hear him make a sound. It’s only a small, low hiss of his breath, small enough that you could’ve missed it, but you hear it and moan against him in response.

You lean back slightly and look up at him again, a small pout on your lips.

“I can’t take your underwear off myself, help me please.”

 You fill your voice with a pleading tone, and you can tell it gets him instantly. He smiles, fingers taking a moment to caress your hair, and he obliges you without a word. He slides his boxers down slowly, his cock straining against the waistband. Finally, his cock is free from the confines of his underwear. You lean forward again, lips touching to the tip before Jinho pulls away with a huffed laugh.

“Wait, wait,” he says as he kicks off his boxers and gets back on the bed, kneeling beside you. 

You don’t wait for him to give you the ok before you have your lips around him, moaning at the slide of his thick cock past your lips. The weight of it against your tongue makes your clit throb in anticipation.

You waste no time with him, too eager and submissive to attempt to make him wait. It feels as though your life to depends on getting him off.

His groan turns into a higher pitched whine when you take him deeper. It’s a sound you could never get sick of, and you moan around him to prompt another utterance of it.

 “Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers winding into your hair.

The simple movement makes your stomach drop in arousal. You take a deep breath, looking up at him as you allow your jaw to go a little more lax. The look he gives you when he understands what you want makes you whine, but the sound is halted when he fucks lightly into your mouth. He never goes hard like this, but the simple act of it has you drooling.

There’s something so primal about the way he thrusts shallow past your waiting lips, hand on the back of your head aiding the movement. You love to watch him through your eyelashes like this, how he tilts his head back, eyes downcast to watch you. Or when he closes them with a surprises moan.

But it doesn’t last long, and you’re pulled off quickly.

“Turn around,” he commands, “face down again.”

It’s a little hard to move into position yourself. Your legs feel like jelly and the restraints make it difficult, but you eventually get there, face pressed against the mattress again. One of his hands slides to circle around your neck, not putting any pressure but just to hold you, for now. 

You expect his cock, but his fingers are what sink into you. 

“Ah,” you moan, “not fair.”

He chuckles, giving his fingers a few pumps, “so impatient.”

His tone is light, thankfully, and he pulls his fingers out after a few more presses into you. For a moment after you complain you worry that he’ll deny you even longer in punishment, but it’s clear he’s just as edge as you are.

He pushes in slowly. The stretch is even wider than his fingers had been, and it burns just slightly. You sob when Jinho finally fucks all the way in. You feel so full, the stretch so good you can barely contain yourself.

Jinho’s fingers are still wrapped around your throat, ever so slightly restricting your breathing, and his lips trace wet kisses down the back of your neck. 

 He pulls back again slowly, only the tip remaining inside, then snapping his hips forward again. He begins to build up a rhythm, growing harder and faster until you’re gasping, fresh tears filling your eyes. You squirm in his grip, trying to fuck yourself back in rhythm with him.

“You’re such a good girl,” Jinho says, “stretched out like this just for me. You feel so good.” 

You choke on a sob, pressing your face harder into the mattress. You can feel drool gathering at the corner of your mouth, wetting the sheets as you moan loudly. You can barely think of anything but the drag of his cock inside of you, filling you like you always ached to be filled.

Teeth bite into the juncture of your shoulder and Jinho’s hand slides down your body, finding your clit. You choke, legs shaking with the added stimulation. Your hands clench over and over behind your back, desperate to hold on to something. Apparently, he sees this, because he grabs the chain binding them and pulls your wrists even tighter. The added pressure doesn’t even give you an inch to move. All you can do is moan, legs shaking under you and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to come immediately. 

Jinho makes a low noise in his throat, “do you want me to come inside you?”

You nod weakly, the thought of it prompting a surge of arousal. You can feel yourself on the brink of orgasm. It makes you cry out. 

“Say it,” Jinho demands, hips beginning to stutter.

With a broken sob, face damp with tears, “come inside me please,” you’re pushed over the edge just by saying the words, your orgasm making you clench around him over and over.

Jinho groans, his noises getting higher and higher in pitch. He holds you tightly as he sloppily thrusts in a few more time and finally comes with a drawn-out groan into your hair.

It’s silent for a long moment, only the sounds of both of your heavy breathing filling the space. You whine softly when Jinho eventually pulls out.

Hands reached for you, rolling you over to lay on your side. He removes your cuffs quickly, pressing gentle kisses to the now exposed skin. You whine.

“So good,” he whispers as he works, “you were so good princess.”

He lays down next to you once he’s done and pulls you to his chest. It makes you feel small, protected. Jinho presses soft, languid kisses to the top of your head, his breathing even, easy to follow. You lay together like that for a long moment, with Jinho just holding you, whispering sweet praises. You aren’t even sure you really hear what he’s saying, your mind still floating, but they’re comforting all the same.

Eventually he’ll help you up to clean up and get you some water, but for now it’s enough just to be with him like this.