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you had him right where you wanted him. yoon yechan, hair messy and glasses sliding down his nose. collarbones peeking out from the stretched out collar of his old, oversized t shirt and honey colored thighs on display thanks to the tiny pajama shorts he wore.

it had started innocently enough, softly petting his hair and watching the movie reflection flicker in his glasses in between kisses. but you had quickly grown impatient, and yechan had quickly grown hard.

you’re on top of him now, his shirt shoved up to expose his chest which you’re currently assaulting with your teeth and tongue, making him squirm. somewhere along the way your fingers had ended up slipping past his shorts and sliding inside of him. he lets out little whimpers as your lips find his nipple and your fingers curl inside him.

"mhmph..slow down..ah, wait," yechan arches his back, chasing your fingers as they lazily pump in and out of his ass. cock neglected and leaking against his stomach, his cheeks flushed and his hair even messier than before, he looks up at you with what he thought were his best puppy eyes. begging, pleading. pretty.

slowly, delicately, you slide his glasses off his face and set them on the nightstand before you quickly flip him onto his stomach.

yechan whines at the loss of your fingers but also at the newfound friction of the bedsheets brushing against his throbbing cock.

you bend down and softly brush his hair behind his ear. "are you ready?" you ask quietly.

yechan bites his bottom lip and nods, eyes closed, understanding what you’re asking and fighting a moan because of it.

face buried in the pillow, he hears the sheets shifting out of view as you put on your strap. he hears the click of a bottle cap. then feels a thick, wet length prodding at his entrance.

yechan moans as you push into him all the way to the hilt of the dildo. you pause inside him and take in the view of his tiny, perky, absolutely perfect ass. you almost want to cry it’s that perfect. you give him a minute before pulling out almost completely just to slam back in, making him cry out.

you watch as his reddened, puffy hole swallows your strap. yechan writhes on the sheets fisting the fabric.

"so greedy, baby," you purr, massaging his ass and spreading it open as you angle your hips and thrust into him roughly. your movements jostle him around as if he weighs nothing, the friction against his cock almost more painful than pleasurable.

"such a good boy, such a pretty hole, so perfect for me, baby," you coo.

yechan chokes out a sob. "please—"

"please what, honey?"

"pl...please fill me up, deep--deeper, harder. i-i want it," his head thrashed around buried in the pillow.

you grant his request, pounding into him a bit sloppily and without restraint, hips meeting his plush ass with every thrust. embarrassingly wet sounds fill the room. he nuzzles deeper into the pillow and blurts out something you can’t quite hear.

you pull out of him completely, and he almost screams at the loss.

you maneuver him over onto his back, taking in the sight of him. chest heaving and littered in marks left by your teeth earlier, hair messy and sticking up awkwardly, eyes puffy from crying and cheeks red and swollen from being pressed so hard into the mattress.

"what did you say, baby?" you slowly sink back inside him, putting his legs up on your shoulders. the weight of them almost hurts but you couldnt bring yourself to care. "speak up, come on, what do you need?"

a tear slips out of his eye and rolled onto his cheek and his hole clenches around your strap. his cheeks burn from embarrassment or arousal or both. "I said I… need...need you to breed me with your cock, pl-please." he throws his head back and sniffles. “i want it to hurt.”

"since you've been such a good boy..." you say, and begin thrusting into him so hard his head bangs against the headboard, his body twitching.

the new angle has your tip brushing his prostrate in just the right way and yechan screams, screwing his eyes shut and hands flying to yours, pulling you closer. you curl your fingers around his wrists and hold his arms above his head, nails digging into his skin.

you bring a hand down to wrap around his cock, smearing lube and precum over his length before digging your thumb roughly into his slit, wanting it to hurt.

“stop stop stop ‘s too much ‘m gonna cum,” he sobs, very much not wanting you to stop

“then cum, babyboy,” you purr

yechan arches his back as his release reaches his chin and tears spill out of his eyes.

he lies there, breathing hard and gaze distance. when he finally calms down his pink tongue darts out to lick up his own release.

you stroke his hair and smooth his sweaty bangs away from his eyes “such a dirty baby, you did so good for me”

after a few minutes, you pull out and yechan pouts but immediately snuggles up to you, sweaty body pressing heavily into yours

it was a particularly chilly night, the kind of cold winter that despite thinking you’re safe beneath a blanket, somehow finds a way to seep through the cracks in the walls and settle into your bones. you were cuddled up with a book, having finished your assignments and classes for the week, finally able to give in to the sensual lure of the weekend.

you heard the lock to your apartment click, then the door opening, then a shuffling of feet.

a figure loomed over you, and you gazed up at soobin’s face, nose and cheeks reddened from the biting air. he still had all his winter garments on, his scarf cutely pulled up to his chin.

“you’re home kinda late, babe,” you said, returning to your book as soobin made his way into your room and shuffled towards the sofa.

“m cold, it’s f-freezing out there,” he stuttered, crawling onto the sofa and wrapping a spare throw blanket around his shoulders. he shifted closer to you so that his head was resting in your lap.

“how was your day, hm?” you stroked his blonde hair, half-melted snowflakes littered throughout the strands. your knuckles faintly grazed his cheek. soobin shivered for a reason other than the cold.

soobin snuggled further into you, not saying anything but sighing somewhat fussily. you softly placed a hand on either side of his face and made him look up at you. his lips curved so prettily, looking especially juicy the way he was anxiously chewing on his bottom lip. not trying to be seductive in his rapidly progressing submissive state but definitely seducing you.

“what’s wrong, soobie? what does my baby need?”

soobin sniffled and blinked at you sleepily, slowly, his movements slowed down to the speed of dripping honey. “want you to take care of me,” he whispered finally.

it must’ve been quite a day today.

you put your book down and sat him up, carefully undoing his scarf and unzipping his coat. you left and came back with his pajamas - a cream henley top and plaid shorts that you thought he looked absolutely delicate in. soobin said nothing, in a daze as he lifted his arms complacently while you pulled his sweater over his head, then his t-shirt, moving to his pants. he shivered inside the throw blanket and you quickly helped him into his pajamas and wrapped the blanket way too tightly around him, for good measure. soobin giggled a bit at that.

you folded his clothes neatly off to the side. you pet his hair. “do you want to eat something, baby?”

“hot chocolate.”

the kitchenette area soon filled with a rich aroma of melted chocolate, cinnamon, and cream as you stirred the mixture on the stovetop. soobin watched from the kitchen island, sitting pretty and swinging his pale legs back and forth. his hair was slightly messy from the melted snow, his cheeks still flushed and his eyes wide and glittery when they caught the light. it was taking all you had not to pounce on him. when he got this quiet and submissive, he always grew equally horny and desperate for your touch to satiate him, but it was all a matter of his timing. you had learned to wait for him to go from soft, quiet, to melting into you, clingy, needy, begging.

“when will it be doneeeee,” he whined.

“patience.”

“i don’t wanna wait,” he slid off the counter and came up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and watching the hot chocolate boil. it was your own personal recipe, something you had perfected your first winter together after discovering soobin’s affinity for anything sweet. it made him taste sweeter, too.

soobin brought his hands up under your sweater and wrapped around your waist in a hug. they were still cold and you gasped. he nuzzled his face in your neck and latched on with no intention to let go even as you moved around the kitchen pouring the chocolate into mugs and sprinkling marshmallows on top.

“soobin,” you tried to sound firm but just ended up laughing. “let go, i’m gonna spill it.”

“mhm, nooo,” he whined, burying his face deeper in your neck.

you maneuvered out of his grasp and patted the island for him to sit down, staring him down. he obeyed, and you lingered on the way his curved pink lips naturally formed a pout. despite his stature and broad frame he looked almost dainty sitting there, fragile and feeling soft and hazy. you watched him take a sip of the hot chocolate. he looked good enough to eat.

you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, faintly tasting the hot chocolate. soobin whined loudly and abandoned the drink, grabbing onto the fabric of you sweater, trapping you while he kissed you back. you ran your tongue along his lips and licked into his mouth, cupping his cheeks. you dropped your hands down to his sides, caging him in on the island counter. he pulled away and sagged a bit, breathless. “please..”

“use your words, baby.”

“please…please do something to me. anything. i need it. please take care of me.”

you didn’t waste time after that, pushing him down onto the counter, kissing him all the while. you kissed his ear and whispered, “on your stomach baby.” he struggled for a second to roll over but when he did you were momentarily distracted by the swell of his ass, the dip of his back, the way his hair laid at the base of his neck.

your hands quickly found their way to the band of both his tiny pajama shorts and boxers, sliding them both down in one swift motion. soobin gasped at the cold air hitting his skin, but he instinctively opened his legs. you dug your fingers into the meat of his thighs and spread them further, exposing his pretty dusky pink hole. soobin whined.

you wasted no time, spitting quietly on your fingers and circling his entrance, making him squirm. a nasty idea came to you suddenly and you continued circling his hole, using your other hand to scoop up the whipped cream and frothy top layer of his abandoned hot chocolate and spread it on his entrance. soobin only moaned at the sensation dripping between his thighs, and you laid your cheek on his thigh before diving right between his legs, tongue swirling into his hole. soobin yelped and the sound cut sharply, startlingly through the otherwise dead silent house. the sounds of your tongue meeting his flesh joined his whining.

his hips shifted uneasily on the counter, and you noticed his neglected cock leaking onto the surface. soobin tried to grind into the counter and match the rhythm of your tongue but to no avail, the smooth, flawless granite granting him no friction and no satisfaction. it only made him grow painfully harder.

“you taste so good, soobie baby, you’re driving me crazy,” you muttered into his flesh, curling your tongue the way he liked it. the taste of the hot chocolate you made only enhanced his somewhat tangy flavor and it was making you lose it.

heavy breathing occasionally punctuated soobin’s whines and he curled his hands cutely into fists. “i want m-more,” he stuttered out, groaning when you pulled away to answer him.

“say please, soobie,” you lightly kneaded his ass.

soobin was not above begging. “please, please, please, use your tongue on me please put it inside me, ah, i’m so wet please please,” he rested his forehead on the counter, the cold surface somewhat grounding him. he arched his back as prettily as he could, presenting his perfect, delicious ass to you. he looked over his shoulder and you saw his eyes were rimmed red and watery. that was it. you knew he was pulling out all the stops so you relented, but mostly because you couldn’t handle teasing him too much.

you plunged back into him, and soobin took the opportunity to grind back onto your tongue, his body enveloping around you.

you flicked your tongue up, sucking on him in an attempt to clean the last bit of whipped cream, making him moan, before pulling out just for a second. “you’ve always had such a greedy little hole, soobin. i wish you could see it, you’re sucking me all in,” your tongue returned to writhing inside him, your hands kneading the flesh of his ass.

soobin’s head rolled to the side and he gave a high-pitched whine. he tried rolling his hips again and you just worked your tongue deeper, adding your fingers back in, quickly finding his prostate. his movements became twitchy and erratic and you could tell he was close.

“good boy soobin, gonna cum for me?” you whispered, leaving just your fingers to pump inside him. “you’re gonna cum completely untouched just from me playing with your little ass? hm?”

soobin falls apart, choking out a sob and whining sounding as if he was in pain as he came all over the granite countertop beneath him. your fingers worked him through his climax and when he stopped moving altogether you pulled your fingers out and rolled him onto his back. you stroked his sensitive cock just to make him whimper and then prodded at his lips for him to taste the mix of his release with the chocolate.

“well?”

soobin looked up at you with wide eyes. “i like it,” he whispered. “thank you.”

you pressed a quick peck to his nose. “let’s go get cleaned up, baby.”

"can i paint you?"

your question posed over a quiet morning cafe rendezvous didn't strike yeonjun as odd at all -- you were an art school student who frequently made him the subject of your paintings, skillfully twisting his features and essence into a reflection of his innermost self, a window into who yeonjun was so intimately that it sometimes shocked him how you were able to truly see him, how well you were able to translate those feelings into something tangible. you had been friends since your second year in university, your passion for painting and his passion for photography blending well. you often involved each other in your artistic pursuits, and yeonjun had grown to admire you though he couldn't admit it. he loved watching the way your hands held a brush, the curve of your lips when you were concentrating, the flutter of your eyelashes, the dip between your neck and collar bones...

"of course," he answered your question without thinking.

you shifted in your seat to get a better look at him. "no, sorry, i didn't say that quite right. i mean can i paint on you?"

yeonjun swallowed. "on me? like on my body?"

you nodded. his skin was glowing in the late morning sunlight, smooth and tan and begging for your artistic touch. "it's for a project, my professor wants us to use unconventional mediums. i haven't seen many people use skin, so it would be unique. and yours is so pretty, so.."

yeonjun ducked his head at the compliment. "yeah, we could try it. it-it could be fun." he tried to imagine it. to be a part of your artistic process, not only its distant, physically uninvolved focus, not just the subject but also the tool. to have your hands on him.

"cool," you said, "you can come by my apartment tomorrow afternoon.

you sat on the wood floor, cross-legged with yeonjun opposite you watching you sort through your brushes and paints to see if anything was missing before you started. "ready?"

he nodded. "where do you want to paint me?"

"...maybe your back? that'll be the easiest."

he flushed knowing he'd have to remove his shirt, but he nodded.

your eyes followed as his fingers inched toward the hem of his white tshirt and brought it slowly over his head, messing his hair up a bit. your eyes roamed all over his bare chest and yeonjun crossed his arms shyly. suddenly he was exposed to you, exposed in a way much different than you had been seeing him, an emotional element for your paintings was now a physical, warm, breathing body sitting less than a foot away and looking raw, vulnerable, human. art.

you realized you hadn't spoken for an eon when yeonjun blinked at you and nervously cleared his throat, though it was more like a choked whimper. "can you lay on your stomach for me?"

he obeyed, and you admired the way his broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. you kind of wanted to wrap your hands around it. you kind of wanted to kiss the few moles adorning his skin. you had to remind yourself what you were here to do in the first place.

carefully moving towards him, you sat right up against the curve of his ass, straddling him with a leg on either side. you felt yeonjun tense up but he didn't move. he folded his hands under his head, resting it there. his jeans were slightly too big and had shifted to expose the band of his boxers. you didn't think having your good friend laid out before you like this would affect you so much, instill so much hesitation in you. you almost felt like you shouldn't touch him, just call the whole thing off. the atmosphere had shifted and it made you nervous and confused.

you opened your paints and squirted a few colors onto the palette before dipping your brush in, mixing them to make pastels. yeonjun shifted beneath you and you unconsciously squeezed your thighs around his hips. hesitantly, you pressed your palm to his warm skin and felt his muscles tighten beneath it, smoothing the skin and running your fingertips across his back. a shiver ran across his skin.

you brought your brush to his back and when the cold, wet paint made contact he moaned. he stiffened, you stopped what you were doing.

"sorry," he mumbled into the sheet. "it's really cold, i wasn't expecting it."

"sorry." you slowly dragged the bristles across his skin, the pale green rapidly taking over his tanned complexion. you heard him sigh softly and said, "i'm going to add a few more colors and then use my hands to blend it. is that okay?"

yeonjun nodded rapidly, not trusting himself to say anything, afraid he'd make another..noise.

you swirled pastel yellows, blues, and a bit of pink onto your canvas, aiming for a monet-esque creation. you brought your hands to yeonjun's back, daintily running your fingers along his skin before massaging his skin with your palms. he huffed out air, digging his face deeper into your mattress as he grabbed a fistful of the drop cloth. you weren't ignorant: you knew how this was affecting him. you, too, weren't immune to being perched right behind his ass while you churned your paint-covered palms into his skin. the entire scene was heavenly, yeonjun bare-chested in his blue jeans embarrassed and hiding his face in the drop cloth sheet, messy hair sticking up slightly.

you leaned down so you hovered near his ear and whispered, "you look gorgeous. you wanna see?"

another chill ran through him and he swallowed. he turned his head slightly to nod at you.

you got up off his legs and the sudden absence of your hands saddened him. you dragged your full-length mirror over. "you can sit up."

you sat down beside him and watched as he gazed behind him at his reflection. his back was covered in a harmony of whorls and helixes, the pastel colors swirling into each other and creating a captivating galaxy. the contrast of the colors against his skin was tasteful, and the way you had adorned him made yeonjun feel pretty.

"it's...it's so beautiful," he muttered.

"all you," you smiled, trying to lightly joke with him. but when you met his eyes neither of you said a thing, yeonjun's face dusted with a rose gold blush either from rubbing his face against the drop cloth or from embarrassment. his lips were slightly pouted and he again brought his arms up to cover his chest as you stared at him.

you caught his wrists in between your paint-stained fingers, stopping him. your eyes traced the curve of his neck, his collar bones, down to his slightly hardened nipples, his navel, the band of his boxers peeking out from his slouchy jeans. "you're really beautiful, junnie," you whispered. his chest rose and fell in a sigh, and he sat up on his knees, not breaking eye contact with you. the room was completely silent, the shafts of sunlight standing still.

you craned your neck to look up at him, and suddenly feeling brave you brought your hands to his waist. yeonjun gasped softly as you ran your hands up his torso before twisting your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. you kissed him, softly at first, and then deeper as his limbs turned to putty and he sank down to the floor beneath you.

you shifted so you could cage his hips in with your thighs, and let out a small noise when he subconsciously brought his hips up to meet yours. you ran your tongue along his lips and he let you in, moaning into your mouth when you began to grind your hips into him. his hands found the small of your back and crept up under your paint-stained blouse, gripping at your skin like you'd turn to dust if he didn't hold on tight. he touched you less for pleasure and more like he was trying to make sure you were really here, you were really touching him, holding him, kissing him.

you laid him down and brushed his bangs away from his face, gazing at him and the way his watery eyes pleaded silently.

"what do you want?" you whispered so quietly he almost didn't hear it.

yeonjun's chest heaved and he licked his lips. his pupils were wide and he looked up at you so full of wonder. "fuck me."

the way he said it made heat burst in your stomach: so softly, pleadingly, not innocently but calmly. "use your hands," he added softly. "touch me....your hands..."

you pressed a kiss to his forehead and began making your way down. he squirmed when you sucked softly on the skin of his neck, then one of his pecs, taking your time and slowly, agonizingly slowly running your teeth along his abdomen. when you reached his navel you dipped your tongue inside and yeonjun writhed at the sensation. he looked down at you, your head so close to his groin, and whined. "i'm gonna take them off--" he began, fingers clumsily grabbing the zipper of his jeans and yanking it. you gently pushed his hands away, unbuttoning his jeans while yeonjun lifted his hips to help you.

now that he was rid of his jeans, he was so obviously hard and you couldn't resist palming him through the fabric. yeonjun mewled and threw his head back, but you didn't spend more time there, sitting back and admiring his body.

yeonjun's writhing had accidentally gotten his hair into your paint palette, but it gave you an idea. running your fingers through the leftover paint, you abandoned his cock to spread the paint across his chest. the cold, wet sensation made him arch his back and when you swirled the globules of paint onto his nipples he moaned and cried out. "keep doing that," he breathed. "please, please keep touching me like that."

you curled your fingers into the palette and brought more of the thick paint to yeonjun's chest. he moaned again. "feels good..the cold.." you let the paint drip down his body, running towards his navel and staining his boxers. yeonjun screwed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the cold air, cold paint, your warm hands. you abandoned his chest to yank them off his body, met with his leaking, straining cock. you smirked and wrapped a hand around his length, the paint mixing with his precum and causing him to wail.

"so pretty," you said to yourself. you ran your fingertips along the length, experimentally thumbing at his slit before you started jerking him off, snapping your wrist while he writhed beneath you. you used your other hand to slam his hips down onto the floor. "hold still," you said firmly.

"yeah, ok," yeonjun gasped out, tossing his head to the side, the tendons in his neck tightening beautifully.

"so, so pretty, junnie, you look so beautiful covered in my paint," you said, speeding up the movement of your hand and driving him crazy. "i knew you'd be the perfect canvas for this project, such pretty skin, pretty colors, even the color of your cock is pretty." you squeezed him and yeonjun whimpered. "should start using it in my art, the color would look so perfect."

yeonjun reached for you and brought you into a kiss, whining loudly and biting at your lips. "m'close," he stuttered in between kissing you. you moved down to the dip of his neck and began swirling your tongue along a swathe of skin untouched by the paint.

"you're so divine," you whispered in his ear, kissing the shell and then licking it as your ministrations became an unbearable pace. "my junnie," you said in between kisses and in time with his moans, "my muse." yeonjun came undone, spilling all over your hand and arching into your touch, a silent scream falling from his parted lips. you stroked him through his climax, hips and navel painted beautifully with paint and his cum.

"so good, my junnie, you're so good," you rambled while you pressed light kisses all around his mouth. his chest heaved as he caught his breath, and you stroked his cheek softly. the blush on his face had deepened and his eyes were glassy. he looked perfect. you wanted to paint it.

when he finally came back to himself, drawn out of a daze by your hands helping him sit up, his eyes suddenly grew wide and he whispered "i think i ruined your painting." you both winced, but it was hard to care in this moment. "i guess you'll have to let me do it over again," you caught his eye and smiled.

-despite his stature and build soobin is... on the smaller side in other areas (read: his dick)

-he's a bit insecure about it, and has had potential partners leave him in the past because of it

-even at full hardness, he's still way below average, can't even tell he even has a dick if he's wearing jeans or baggy pants

-but you? you're into it. maybe a little too into it.

-you love how cute his dick is, like why have a scary monster cock when you can play with your cute sweet little boyfriend's clit instead

-he'd definitely be turned on if you made fun of his size, because he knows how much you secretly like it

-he's underneath you while you're riding him, hair messed up and glasses foggy and crooked on his face, and you just sigh and look bored. "babyyy," you whine, "i can't even feel you, are you even inside me?" "it's so tiny baby i might as well say you're my girlfriend not my boyfriend since you have a clit" poor soobin is just trying his best to make you feel good and almost cries at the same time that his dick hardens even more inside you

-anytime you play with his dick you're able to wrap just one hand completely around it (and your hands are not that big) and focus on something else entirely while you're busy and soobin falls apart underneath the warm weight of your palm

-sucking him off is so much fun for both of you because you can easily take all of him in your mouth and he whines at the sensation, not able to even reach the back of your throat

-sniffles and hiccups and chokes out during sex that "'m sorry 'm not big n can't reach up inside you", "just want you to feel good", "do you want to put your fingers in with it?"

-his dick sometimes just slips out of you if you get too wet because he's not big enough to stay very deep inside you

-would get so overwhelming humiliated and horny if you introduced a third, with a much bigger dick, like maybe soob's roommate huening kai (whose assets you found out about one day when you were riding soobin and threatened to find someone with a better, bigger dick, mentioning kai since he's the first one that came to your mind only for soobin to whine and eventually admit how big kai really is)

-and soobin is so turned on by your suggestion to invite kai into your room one night

-you kind of forgot what an average dick looked like, and kai's is definitely way above that: thick, long, veiny, girthy and a girl's dream come true

-soobin just watches as you ride kai, moaning about how big he is and how he can fill you up to the brim, even going so far as to call soobin out "just look at his tiny dick, kai, you could barely even call it a dick" "wish you could fill me up like this, soob, baby, he feels so good" "spent so much time playing with a boyclit i forgot what a man felt like, kai, you feel so good.."

-soobin just whines watching kai's dick move in and out of you, wondering what it must feel like, salivating at the sight in front of him and so so aroused by your words when he knows he should be embarrassed, his tiny dick hard against his thigh

-you'd just shower soobin with so much praise after that, telling him you love his body and how he's made so perfectly for you and you alone, kissing his thighs and the tip of his dick and snuggling into him while he sniffles and softly humps you, so overwhelmed and happy, your big baby and his perfect dick