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The dishes are finally done, and you dry your hands off while Taeyong noses at your neck, looking for a kiss. You sigh, extricating yourself from his hold. “That’s not how you ask for something.”

“Want you to fuck me,” he says, which is not the answer you were looking for.

“That’s not asking,” you say.

“Will you fuck me?” he rephrases. “Please?” Okay, points for manners. “Before I die of neglect?” Points immediately rescinded.

He’s been handsy and needy since you first got home earlier this evening. And you get it. You’ve both been a little busy this week, and you both got home late most days, too tired to do much before collapsing in bed to sleep. But you also feel that he could stand to be a little less desperate, and at least let you have a peaceful dinner. Unfortunately, it seems like peace is far from his mind. It’s not such a huge problem—you guys can stay up late tonight, and you appreciate how much he wants you—but you still want to try to be responsible.

Still, you gesture for him to head upstairs. “Let’s be polite, okay?”

“I said please,” he says, tone saturated with sass, taking the stairs two at a time.

“You’re being awfully mouthy for a good boy,” you say, a gentle warning, as you reach the upstairs hallway.

You don’t doubt Taeyong understands the meaning behind your words; his eyes dance with mischief. “What do you mean?” he asks sweetly.

You sigh. “Just seems like you’re on a fast track to wearing my patience thin, that’s all.” You make a shooing gesture at him in the direction of your bedroom. “Go on, on the bed.”

For once this evening, he does what he’s told. You follow slowly, flicking the hallway light off and closing the bedroom door behind you. Taeyong is situating himself on your mattress, covers shoved to one side. His shorts are riding up on his thighs, revealing soft, tender skin. You clench your jaw involuntarily, turning away so he doesn’t see.

You pull open your intimates drawer and run your fingers along the line of strap-ons there, plucking up a medium-sized baby blue one. You want to be able to fuck him hard, and that will be difficult if you can barely move inside him. You grab the lube as well, then slide the drawer shut, and hook your fingers through one of the loops of your harness, finally making your way over to the bed.

Taeyong makes a delighted noise when he sees the strap. “I love that one,” he says, leaning back. You realize he’s been touching himself over his shorts when you weren’t looking; there’s a wet patch over the little bulge where the head of his cock is. His fingers are suspiciously close to it.

“You’re so impatient,” you say, nodding at his hand. “Do you even deserve it?”

He ghosts his hand over his cock. “You never said I couldn’t.”

It’s like he’s determined to push all of your buttons. “It’s bad manners, baby,” you say, keeping your voice level. “Touching yourself through your pants when you think I can’t see? It’s naughty.”

He’s wearing a somewhat smug smile. “I’ve been doing it all night,” he reveals. “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to notice, really. But I guess it’s ‘cuz you weren’t being very nice. Weren’t paying any attention to me.”

Alright, that’s enough, you think. You drop the items on the bed and reach out for him with both hands. In an instant, you’ve flipped him onto his stomach. Taeyong squeals in shock, but you hear a little bit of giddy delight mixed in there. You yank his shorts down, pulling his ass up with the hand that’s still on his hip, and strike him hard. Taeyong cries out; you pause to lick your palm, and hit him again, right over the same spot.

“M-ommy,” Taeyong stutters out, sounding punch-drunk.

“Gave you a couple of chances,” you say, hitting the other side. “Sometimes you’re perfect, but other days it’s like you can’t be good unless I beat some sense into you first. Do I have you make you scared of me to make you behave?”

“You’re so hot when you’re scary.” You think it’s supposed to be a rebuttal. You hit him again, pretending not to listen. He keeps talking anyway, breath hiccuping with each impact. “And you know how much I like getting hit.”

“Couldn’t you just ask for me to rough you up a little? Instead of goading me into it?” you suggest almost wearily.

“It feels better when you’re mad.”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you say, pinching his ass. He yelps; it turns into a whimper when you release him and immediately spank the spot before it’s finished turning from white to red. He whimpers; it sounds unsteady, like he’s on the verge of tears. Serves him right. “Stay there,” you say, releasing him to reach for the lube. To his credit, Taeyong doesn’t move apart from trembling a little in place as you slick up a couple of your fingers.

You use your other hand to tug his shorts the rest of the way down. The fabric pools around his knees. His cock bobs between his legs, head wet with precome. In a way, you almost feel bad for him—he’s been teasing himself all night—but it’s his own fault, so you brush the pity aside. You circle his entrance with a lube-slick finger to help with the initial push in, and then press your finger inside.

Taeyong shudders. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles.

You swat him with your other hand. “Is that what you say?”

“Thank you,” he rushes out. You spank him again, and he lets out a broken little sob. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Was it so difficult?” You move your finger slowly, letting him open up around you. He doesn’t reply, just sniffles.

Luckily, the spanking has made him pliant, and soon you have three and then four fingers pumping in and out of him with ease. You stroke over his prostate just to watch him shake, his cock twitching as it drools more precome.

“Mommy,” he whimpers. “Please, I—I’m gonna—”

“You can come whenever you like,” you say mildly, “as long as you think you can come again later.”

“I can, I can,” he pants. You curl your fingers against his prostate and don’t move them away, just pet over it until he’s sobbing and coming untouched onto the sheets. You watch the way his stomach expands and deflates as he tries to catch his breath. His little body convulses weakly as the last drop of come beads at the head of his cock, and he lets out a long moan.

“So pretty when you come,” you murmur, rubbing your thumb back and forth over his hip, almost absentmindedly. “Can you roll over on your back? Use your shorts to clean up a little so it doesn’t stain the mattress while I put this on.” You pull out, watching in satisfaction when his hole clenches around air.

Taeyong doesn’t verbally reply, but he does do as he’s told, so you let it go. You pull your clothes off and drop them on the floor at the foot of the bed, then reach for the strap on and harness and begin the sometimes-arduous process of putting everything together.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that long, and Taeyong’s preoccupied cleaning anyway, so by the time he’s balling his dirty shorts up, you’re ready. You take his shorts from him with a “thank you, baby,” and toss them in the direction of the rest of your clothes. You spread his legs, lining the silicone cock head up with his entrance, and push in with one easy motion.

He gasps when you bottom out; you guess he’s still sensitive from his first orgasm. But he doesn’t flinch away, just squeezes his eyes shut, hands fluttering at his sides.

Soon, though, he adjusts and his eyes blink back open. He reaches out for you, and, thinking he wants a kiss, you lean forward to indulge him as you begin to thrust into him, slow and gentle. Your lips have barely brushed his before his hands are all over your body, settling on your tits and squeezing hard.

You slap his hands away, pulling back. “Did we not just go over this?” you snap. “You need to be patient, and only use your hands when I say you can—on me and on yourself. What else do I have to do to get it through your dumb little head?”

Taeyong’s watching you through slightly unfocused eyes. “I can’t help it, mommy,” he slurs out. “I want you all the time.”

“You’re not going to win me over with flattery,” you reply. “You can want me and still behave.”

“Don’t know how,” he insists, lifting his head like he’s gonna try to sit up or something. You grab a fistful of his hair and yank him back down, twisting his neck to the side until you’re sure his scalp is burning. He chokes out another moan.

“Absolutely not.” You slap him clean across the cheek, pleased when fresh tears spill over his waterline immediately. You’re mad, but it’s so hot; you decide to stop fucking him and just start grinding against the base of the strap. He can come again if you’re feeling generous after you’ve satisfied your own arousal.

It still does something for him, of course; you’re buried deep inside of him, and your movements make the strap press against his walls. His cock is already half-hard again, slowly recovering; he strains against your hand even though all that’s gonna do is get his hair ripped out if he’s not careful.

You’d rather that didn’t happen, so you slap him again to keep him down. He falls back against the pillows with a soft moan, blinking his teary eyes open. The pressure against your clit is steady and good, and you can feel your thighs trembling.

“Mommy,” Taeyong whines, lower lip wobbling. “Hurts.”

You huff out a moan and let your orgasm take you, gripping his hair even tighter as your heartbeat stutters while hot pleasure spreads across your body and satisfies the ache between your thighs.

You hear Taeyong crying in earnest as you catch your breath, and you release his head, afraid for a moment that you’ve really hurt him. But he seems fine, mostly; he’s mumbling something, but it’s hard to pick out words between his sobs.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” he says when you realizes you’re looking at him. He reaches out for you limply—not a ploy this time, but a need for you to be close. You curl over him, cupping his jaw. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, whispering now. His eyes are glassy. “I always force you to punish me because I’m always bad.”

There’s real sadness there, and it breaks your heart. “No, no, baby,” you say. “You’re not bad; it’s just that sometimes you do bad things. And that’s okay.” You kiss his cheek and he whimpers. “I punish you because I know it’s what you need, not because I’m truly angry. I could never be angry with you.”

Taeyong sobs, holding you close. You kiss him again and again, tasting the salt of his tears. “Mommy,” he cries. “I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too, baby,” you say. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.” He hiccups quietly, but you can feel his breathing begin to slow. “Good. So good. Do you still wanna come?”

This catches his interest, and he even manages a smile. “Yes,” he says softly.

“Okay.” You give him one last kiss, then push yourself up a little for better leverage, and begin thrusting into him again.

He clings to you, moaning sweetly. The tears dry on his face, and there’s no trace of that sadness, or the terrible mischief, anymore. He looks blissful and content, sighing when the head of the strap hits home.

You wrap a hand around his cock, and it only takes a few more minutes before he’s coming, arching off the bed as he spills hot white over your hand and his chest.

You pull away, kissing him and promising you’ll be right back. You start the water for a bath, then carry him to the bathroom and leave him to soak there while you clean everything up. Once you’re satisfied with the state of the room, you rejoin him in the bathroom, climbing in beside him. The water is still warm.

“C’mere,” he says, reaching out for you. You scoot closer, humming happily. “Thank you,” he says.

taeyong usually doesn’t directly ask you to try new things in the bedroom — he is always scared he will make you feel uncomfortable, or that you will think whatever he has in mind and wants to try out is weird, so instead he simply leaves small hints of what he wants and hopes you will pick them up and suggest it, thinking that if you even bring it up in the first place is because you are okay with trying it out too. there are very few times he will directly ask for something, those being when he really, almost desperately, wants something — this being one of those rare exceptions.

when he suggested that you two tried out pegging you were surprised to say the least, apprehensive even — but then you noticed the way taeyong’s eyes glistened differently at the mere thought of having you do such things to him, how he bit his bottom lip in anticipation, doing it hard enough to leave soft imprints on the soft flesh and even almost tear it — and that was enough to make you agree to it, watching a smile that mixed both happiness and lust appear on his face. you didn’t totally understand the whole appeal of it — until you had taeyong laying down on his bed so willingly, looking as pretty as ever, waiting for you to do something. that was the moment that you too, not only started to understand why he wanted to try this particular kink so much, but also why he was so excited about it.

the first few times you did it, it was a bit awkward — neither of you totally sure of what to do, all your moves more hesitant than usual — but then you started to realize what things made taeyong moan louder, what movements of your body against his made him squirm more and get the neediest the quickest. it was amazing really, watching him whine under you, begging you to fuck him harder, to please let him cum, each reassuring praise that fell from your lips making taeyong whimper louder and louder, his high very obviously getting closer as you slammed into him, your hands now being the ones to push his thighs into his chest as you watched him come undone, warm cum painting his whole chest white as you smiled down at the scene displayed in front of you, mumbling short sentences like “such a pretty boy, aren’t you tae” being the only thing you could muster up as you felt hypnotized by the sight of taeyong looking so breathless and flustered, all because of you.

Original ask: Do you want something filthy? Really? A few minutes ago I remembered that there are guys who have their holes so ruined and used that it looks like they almost have pussy lips.

Let’s start with Minho. Sex god Minho who has fucked so many people in so many ways and he knows exactly what he wants. He doesn’t mind length and girth plowing into him, he’s probably into fisting too. He knows he likes the feeling of deep penetration as much as simply prostate stimulation, and his tiny little puckered hole in his pale ass is well trained to stretch out.

Minho is so masculine, his demeanor is pure testosterone. He’ll be asking you to pound him and just because he’s the one getting fucked in the ass doesn’t mean you’re in control. He’ll make you do exactly what he wants. Power bottom who loves control, and sometimes loves being treated like a submissive fuck toy too, but he’s an expert in managing to degrade you while your fucking him. Damn.

I can imagine him having such beautiful and natural hair around his cock and his ass. Might slightly trim to keep it neat, probably has a little trail of black fuzz from his belly button that dips into his tight pants, always teasing your line of sight.

So imagine him grunting fiercely and deeply when you’re shoving plastic into his ass, and there’s a moment when you pull it out and all that lube that’s spilled over his cheeks makes his pubes swirl in pretty glossy curls and his hole is absolutely wrecked. It’s not even a circular gape - it’s precisely a puckered rim that does look like a pair of lips, just weakly flapping closed.

He’s so fit, his bum isn’t quite plump but each ass cheek is perfectly rounded and he has those irresistible muscular thighs. Every part of his body is chiseled. And to think that all that firmness is contrasted by that floppy little fuck pocket in his core… you could cum on sight. You probably run your fingers over his puckered lips once his ass is done getting abused and you can practically see his red insides, and he’ll hiss and roll his hips against you to get more touch.

He’s filthy, he likes things dirty and he loves being cocky and getting his ego stroked. He might dare you, taunt you, to lick his hole clean even though he knows you hate the taste of so much damn lube - but he knows you can’t resist. You could make out with his completely flaccid asshole as if it were his mouth.

You’ll lick around the rim of his anus, and not deeper, just softly soothing, he won’t force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but he will grab your hair just to create the illusion of dominance.

Sure, Minho was in control of how you fucked him, but the next day when you see him shifting uncomfortably when he tried to sit down, wincing in pain, it brought a proud smile to your lips.

Besides, you were certain, if you weren’t so nice to him you could have him begging in his hands and knees for you to fuck him. The choice of who is in control is always in your hands, not his. He only gets as far as you allow him too.

Now, on to my favorite pretty princess prince of all time, Hyunjin.

He’s so delicate, so sensitive. He does like things to be intense, rough, in ways that sometimes surprise you because you don’t want to hurt your precious prince. He cries so much that you kiss him throughout, reassuring and comforting your little baby. Your soft pink boy, and his tiny delicate hole that is satisfied with even the smallest things.

Hyunjin’s ass is too tight for you to use toys that are too wide, but he’s good at taking length. You’re terrified of doing the slightest thing wrong for your prince so you choose positions where you can have a clear view of how your cock moves in and out of his tiny, skinny, peachy ass. His hole is pink from the outside, a little colorful button. He’s completely smooth and bare - loves to get beautiful and dolled up for you so this boy will wax himself raw. Sometimes you help him too, you think it’s cute but he gets too shy sometimes. Loves it when you help wax him and end up giving him a hand jib and kisses all over to melt the pain away, but he’ll fidget and cover his face in embarrassment the entire time.

He’s very intuitive as to your sexual dynamic, and he’s always ready for when you’ll go deep into him, being your little fucktoy of a prince. He’s sparkling clean, moisturized all over. As soft as a kitten on every part of his body. He’s got a tiny skinny ass that’s so perky and has the cutest shape to it, and that pink little hole that’s hardly puckered until you’ve helped him stretch out a bit. Rimming is a must when you know he wants you to fuck him hard, you want to start soft.

He loves it when you spoon, and his queen holds him in her arms as you roll your hips into his ass. He wants to feel you all over him and he’ll take your hand and guide it to his tummy so you can feel the bulge of the cock you’re fucking him with. You’ll go slow most of the time, but nonetheless it’s deep, and it’s still quite a stretch for him. He’s feeling so delicate now, like you can break him if you choose so. And the way you’re gently handling him, kissing him, wiping his tears away, it all makes him feel like he’s the most loved little boy in the world, and like he’ll only ever feel this with you.

He needs your body completely against his, maybe you’ll do missionary too so you can press your forehead against his while you look at his dreamy eyes.

But the best is when you lay him face down, and lay atop him to fuck his ass. You can go so deep like this, and he buries his face and cries into the mattress in the cutest way. Like a little bunny burrowing into the ground. He likes to cum in these intimate positions, only from getting penetrated, he’ll save his cock for your pleasure a little later on.

Once you’re done, you’ll pull out slowly, the tip of the dildo leaving his wet hole with a plop. His rim is the perfect gaping circle, all neat and smooth. But when his anus starts to wink from the contractions of his orgasm, it clenches shut and you can see just how puckered and stretched it really got. The shade of pink is much more intense, his poor abused bottom aching.

You wipe him clean and kiss his teary face while all he can say is that he loves you. You cradle him in your arms, his face buried in your neck, and your hands cupping his ass cheeks.

Bonus: he’s trying to train his pink hole more without telling you. So he’ll surprise you with a photo or video of the new toys he uses and he’s very good with the angles, showing you all the right things to tempt you. He’s gotten good at stretching his ass more, and soon enough he’ll ask you to rail him with these girthier toys until his pretty little ass can turn ugly with how harshly you use it, and he’ll be smiling like an idiot with pride once he manages to gape certain amounts. He will get his anus to swell and stretch enough until it looks like a puffy set of lips.

He will refer to his hole as a pussy, make videos in pretty underwear and lingerie that suits his tiny body so well. He knows he drives you crazy, but he really just wants to be pretty for you and do his best for you.

Oh, and you know cockwarming? Forget it, Hyunjin’s aftercare bliss is when you cuddle in a position that lets you leave your fingers buried in his ass while he falls asleep. It’s tricky but it’s what makes your little prince happy.

Bonus: when they’re in the mood to be painsluts, both of these boys can hook their feet behind their heads so they can watch how you penetrate them. It gives you the perfect angle to whip their thighs and ass, letting the tip of the whip even hit their little, pathetically hard and leaking cocks. Make a mess of them, and when they cum make sure their semen squirts all over their faces. Make them eat it if you’re in the mood to be extra mean.

You look up at him in surprise, seeing the barely contained rage on his face. You put your hand on his thigh, silently pleading with him to calm down. You don't want him to get into trouble with his father because of you. You know how much he hates that.

“Isn't it enough that you're forcing her into this? The least you can do is have the decency to let her decide when she wants to get married.”

“Binnie…” You look in fear between him and his father. You’ve never seen Soobin angry before.

“No. This is so unfair to you.” He shouts, "We're doing what you want. Leave her alone."

You take his hand in your and pull him up, muttering to the stunned table. “We’re going to get some fresh air.”

Once outside, Soobin starts freaking out.

"Shit, did I really just do that?" He hyperventilates.

You clasp your hands in his, laughing. "You did, baby."

“I’m sorry for making a scene. I probably looked like a fool.”

“You looked dashing." You cup his cheeks in your hands. "Like my own knight in shining armor.”

He leans into your touch, smiling bashfully.

"But I didn't want you to get into trouble with your father because of me. I know you’re doing all of this for me, and seeing you get in a fight with your father over me makes me feel like shit."

You bow your head down, feeling guilty. Soobin props a finger under your chin and lifts your face up to look at him. "Don't say that. You have every right to want to postpone the wedding. This is all too sudden."

You start tearing up, feeling weak and stupid. "But it's sudden for you, but you're not being whiny and pathetic like me."

"That's just because I know I won't find a better wife than you." He smiles and you blush, burying your face in his chest. “How did I get so lucky to be engaged to you?”

“Guess you gotta thank our families.” He jokes and you hit his shoulder playfully.

You stand in his embrace, leaning against his broad chest as he sways gently with you, and you know that you're safe and secure with him.

"How's Beomgyu?"

The sweet mood dissipates with his question.

It became a regular thing to have Beomgyu over. You quite liked playing with him. And just having him around.

You pull back to see his face, but you don't see any hint of anger or upset in his expression, and you feel safe to answer. "He's…sweet."

"Why the hesitation? Is he bothering you?" Soobin buffs his chest out. "You saw what I just did. I can kick his ass for you, right?”

You laugh. “I’m sorry, babe. But I think even Beomgyu can take you.”

He clutches his heart in shock. “What happened to being your knight in shining armor?”

“I was just saying that to make you feel better.” You tease.

“I’m wounded.” He fakes heartbreak and you giggle, pulling him for another kiss kiss.

“Seriously, is everything okay?”

He wasn't asking you because he's jealous. He just wanted to make sure you're okay. It makes your heart flutter. But there is also a small part of you that wishes he was a bit jealous. Because you were very jealous about his own relationship.

“Yeah. I like spending time with him.” You say and he smiles serenely.

“What about--” You clear your throat, gaze falling to his chest where you fiddle with the button of his dress shirt.

"What about you and Arin?" You didn't wanna ask, worried about what he might say. What if he says he likes her? "She's really pretty, isn't she?"

"Hey.” He cups your chin, making you face his eyes that look at you with sincerity. “I love you. We can stop this any time."

"No!” You felt stupid. Why were you so insecure when he wasn’t? It was your idea. “I wanna do this."

"Are you sure?"

You smile, stepping away. "Of course." You wrap your arms around yourself. "Let's go back. They're probably waiting for us."

"Okay, darling." He sighs and plants a kiss on your forehead. “If you ever wanna stop, all you have to do is tell me.”

___________

You almost invite Soobin to spend the night. You can tell he wanted you to. But you needed some alone time to think about what he said. You felt conflicted. Maybe you really should stop what you're doing with Beomgyu and get married already.

Lucky you didn’t invite him, because when you step foot into your room, you’re met by a loud voice.

“Where were you--” Beomgyu’s whine stops suddenly and he stares at you with his mouth hanging open.

You frown. “What’s with you, dummy?”

He quickly shuts his mouth and scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Um… you look good.”

You smile, finding his reaction endearing. Could you really stop this right now? You haven't had your fill of him yet.

“Just good? Not jaw-dropping amazing?” You tease, and he groans. “Shut up.”

“You look good too.” You pull on his suspenders. “Really cute. What’s the occasion?”

“Had to meet up with some family members and my parents swore they’d kick me out if I wore my usual clothes.” He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours, and you laugh, pulling away before he does something stupid and kisses you.

“Well, I like it.”

He pouts. “So you don’t like how I normally dress?”

“I like them too. You look pretty in everything.” You grin, appreciating the way he blushes at the praise.

You place your bag on the dresser then turn to him in excitement. “Oh, I’ve got something for you!”

“What is it?”

You don’t answer his question, instead grabbing his hand and tugging on it, dragging him downstairs.

“Ta-da!” You shake your hands in the air, framing the brand new PS5 you just got.

“Woah, when did you get this?”

“Oh, you know, this morning?” You shrug.

“Is this for me?” He smiles giddily and you roll your eyes. “Actually yes. I wanted to see how you get excited over kid’s stuff.”

“Excuse you! Video games aren’t just for kids.”

“Whatever you say, nerd.”

“Can I?” He asks, stepping to the console.

“Of course.” You say, and he gets to work setting it up. You watch him for a minute before you fondly pat his head. "I'll go change."

"Nooo, you look so sexy. Don't change.." He grabs onto your legs, pouting like a child.

“Ugh, fine.” You can’t refuse him when he looks so cute.

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Soon enough, Beomgyu has everything set up and he’s immersed in his games and you’re immersed in watching him play. He’s so animated, it’s a joy to watch. You find yourself laughing at all his stupid reactions and jokes.

“Take that. No one can stand in King Beomgyu’s way.” He proclaims in a deep voice, taking down his opponent.

“You’re so dumb.” You laugh, playing with his hair. He sneaks a shy look at you, getting distracted and receiving a critical hit. “Fuck, no!” He whines, looking so cute, you could almost kiss him.

To keep yourself from losing control, you decide to mess with him, massaging his thighs.

“What are you doing?” He asks nervously.

"Keep playing your little games."

"Stop calling them that. You're making me feel stupid." He whines, trying to hide just how affected he is already.

"That's because you are." You tease, not touching him where he clearly wants you to touch him. He spreads his legs for you and tries to scoot down the couch to get your hand on his dick but you purposefully avoid that.

He breaks way too quickly. "Please touch me."

"I am touching you."

"Not there."

"Where do you want me to touch you?"

"My dick."

"Aren't you a dirty boy? You know I just got home from dinner with my fiance and you're begging me to touch your dick? I thought you felt guilty about him."

"Fuck him." He growls.

"Hmm feisty." You cup his dick. "Your dick got you all worked up? It's so easy to control you. Just gotta rub your cock a little bit and you're putty in my hands. What would your emo friends say if they saw you like this under my touch?"

"They'd probably think I'm a legend for getting the hottest girl in school to give me a handjob while I play video games." He answers cockily and you lean in, pressing your body against his side to whisper in his ear, playing with one of the suspenders with your free hand. "You think I'm the hottest girl in school?"

He whines, having expected to embarrass you but ending up getting embarrassed himself. "You're so lame."

You don't shoot back, just content to cover his neck in kisses while you tug on his hard cock through his pants, enjoying watching him struggle to focus on his game.

"You enjoy this? So adorable.” You pull his dick out, pumping it. “You're such a nerd."

“I’m not a nerd.” He whines, pushing up against your hand.

“Wanna fuck?” You ask, cutting off his protests, and he immediately throws his controller to the side.

“No, you have to keep playing.” You scold, putting the controller back in his hands.

“Why?”

“Because I like messing with you."

You pull your dress up and your panties off, not bothering to get his own shorts off, liking how he cute looks with the white shirt and suspenders as he plays his game. You can fuck him with his little outfit on. Getting on top of him, you face the screen before sliding down on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” He grunts, feeling your tight walls around him, his hands going limp.

“Keep playing or I’ll get off.” You warn him.

He puts on a huge pout but works hard to try to concentrate on the game. “You’re pure evil.”

You giggle, staying like that and not moving an inch.

“I thought you said you’ll fuck me.” He complains.

"I have to take it slow or you'll cum too early." You smirk, clenching around him and squeezing a small moan out of him. "I guess you can't help it when the hottest girl in school sits on your cock."

"Will you even let me live that down?" He groans, and you shake your head. “Fine. Let me move my hips then."

"Alright." You lie back against him, letting him buck his hips up. It's a struggle since he can't use his hands to help him but to you it just makes it hotter, him struggling to fuck into you while he tries to play.

He can't do it for long though, not when you purposefully clench your walls around his dick, squeezing your pussy around him and milking his swollen cock. He throws his head back in a moan, losing his place and getting killed.

"Dumb baby, don't just focus on your dick." You tsk, the constant bounce of his hips making you breathless.

He does his best to focus--he really does, your obedient boy-- even getting a couple of kills.

"Good job baby. Killing them all." You say sweetly like you're talking to a child, bouncing a little on top of him as a reward. "My King Beomgyu is amazing."

He buries his face in your neck, whining at your mocking praise. "You smell good."

"You're such a simp." You chuckle.

A ping grabs your attention, and you look to your phone to see that Soobin has texted you.

How are you feeling now, darling?

You smile at his sweet message, and type in a reply.

I'm good now. Thank you for standing up for me. My shining knight.

"Are you seriously texting someone while I'm balls deep in you?" Beomgyu grunts, and bites down on your shoulder in punishment, making you yelp and jump in his lap.

You reach a hang back to grab at his hair and pull his head back. "You stupid pup! I'm talking to Soobin."

"I don't care. Talk to him later." He grunts, his hips moving frantically under you. "Focus on me. I'm winning for you"

"He's my fiance, you spoiled baby." You gasp, feeling the head of his dick slamming so close to your cervix.

"And you’re dripping on my shorts. So what?" He leans forward, trapping your thigh with forearms and steadying your body against his so he can properly fuck up into you.

"Beomgyu!" You gasp at the sudden intensity, unable to focus on your chat with Soobin.

"Yeah, that's right. Only focus on me." He moans dazedly, his moans ringing in your ear as your own ones fill up the room, the game long forgotten.

"I'm close. Want you to cum. Can I touch you, please?"

You grab one of his hands and shove it between your legs, helping him rub your pussy and guiding him on how to get you to climax.

"Thank you. Thank you." He shudders, feeling your pussy spasm around his cock as you cum and milking him in the process. "Baby… baby you feel so good."

Him calling you baby so erotically almost rips a second orgasm out of you. Why the hell does he sound so sexy? How are you supposed to cut it off with him when his every word and sound gets you hooked so easily?

Grunting, you go to get up to grab something to clean the both of you, but Beomgyu quickly pulls you back on the couch and stands up instead.

"Let me do the cleaning. Can't have the princess dirty herself."

You know he's making fun of you like always, but your stupid heart still skips a beat at the tender nickname. You sit there dumbly, letting him wipe you off with some wet tissues before he pulls your clothes back over your body and presses a kiss against your cheek.

“Let me stay the night.”

“What? Why?”

“I can’t go home like this. You ruined my shorts.”

You look at his shorts to see a big wet stain on the front of them and you blush, groaning and covering your face, but he doesn’t stop there. “I guess you really liked fucking this nerd, huh? You’re really dirty, baby.”

“If you don’t shut up I’ll kick you out and have you go home like this.” You snap.

“So you’re letting me stay?” He perks up.

“Fine.”

“Thank you, princess.” He smiles sweetly at you and you roll your eyes and get up. “I’m only doing this because I’m nice.”

That’s a lie. You want him to stay. But you’ll drop dead before you admit that to him.

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