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This song has me thinking heavily about expanding this into a fuller fic, so if people end up liking it, maybe I'll go ahead and finish it further!
✧ Summary: Chris was a great friend, picking you up from work whenever you had a late shift - so, it was only fair that you wanted to repay him. ✧
✧ Word Count: 3.5k
✧ Warnings: Biker!AU, friends to ???, smut, slight dom! Chris, open ended ✧
✧ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ✧
✧ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as Baby, Good Girl, Pretty, Chris is referred to as Baby, Channie
✧ Stray Kids Masterlist ✧ General Masterlist
The streetlights came and went in intermittent strobes, passing over the two of you as his motorcycle hummed along the sparsely occupied street.
Your arms were wrapped securely around his waist just as he’d taught you, the warmth of your body against his back combating the chill of the crisp night air - he really wished he hadn’t forgotten his hoodie in his rush to pick you up.
“Are you cold?”
As if reading his mind, your voice floated through the comms of his helmet and he shook his head, “I’m alright, baby - don’t worry about me.”
Of course, you weren’t easily swayed - it was a quality he loved about you, no matter how much he preferred to be the one to look out for everyone else, you were always there to double back on him with undeterrable determination; proved by the way you leaned a little more against his back.
He wouldn’t have thought twice about your sweet gesture if it weren’t for the shifting of your arms, your hands slowly splayed against his torso.
“I always worry about you, Chris…” Your voice was soft, dripping with sweet honey as your right hand wandered its way higher, following the soft defined path of his chest underneath his shirt. “It’s hard not to, if I’m honest.”
He took a short breath, unsure if this was truly happening or if his mind was playing tricks on him and twisting your intentions to fit his deep seated desires.
That is, until your left hand carefully danced its way to his thigh, sitting nicely against the cotton of his sweatpants.
“You always do so much for everyone else- do so much for me,” your hand flexed, nails pressing lightly against his thigh, “I just wanna do something for you in return, you know?”
The bike slowed to a roll as you reached a stoplight, Chris keeping the balance with his otherwise unoccupied leg while taking the opportunity to hold onto the outside of your own thigh.
“Be careful with your words, baby - you might give me the wrong idea.”
“Are my actions not enough?” You murmured, inching your hand higher, fingertips brushing along the inseam of his sweats, “Should I do more, Channie?”
His hand left the brake clutch to wrap around your wrist, electricity flowing through your veins like a completed circuit. “You shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this.”
“But I want this, I need this.”
Your hand squeezed, your voice filling his head like the intoxicating lull of a siren’s call.
“I need you.”
Green.
Chris tapped your thigh, ignoring the chill that ran down his spine when you seamlessly went back to holding onto him just like he taught you; arms around his waist, your body against his back.
The ride to his apartment felt like second nature with you - much like other things he did with you, if he were honest with himself - and the moment he pulled into his parking spot, his movements only felt more natural.
Switch engine off. Kickstand down.
Your hands slid up his back, gripping his shoulders as you eased yourself off of his motorcycle, and by the time your touch left him, Chris hopped from his seat with learned grace - his hands unbuckling and taking off his helmet in record time.
By the time your own helmet was off, cradled in your arms, his intense gaze caught your eyes, locking you in a stare off that said more than words could convey, yet their true meaning would be lost to memory with what left his lips.
“Are you sure about this?” He breathed, “Tell me right now and I’ll take you home, and we can pretend none of this happened - just, tell me.”
“Chris,” his name fluttered from your lips like butterfly wings, “I meant every word, I’m sure, I’m so sure-”
Before you knew it, his lips were on yours - the warmth of his palm settling on your cheek in a hold that dared your knees to give out from underneath you - but as fast as they’d appeared, they vanished, leaving you dazedly blinking up at deep brown eyes.
“C’mon.”
The journey up to his apartment was a blur; the melodic chime of the front door’s lock welcoming you to the final stage of your decision as he ushered you through the doorway.
Shoes haphazardly kicked off next to another pile of pairs and helmets stored on a shelf, the empty living room was graced with your presence for what felt like half a second before you were finally where you needed to be.
Chris’s room was a place you’d only been inside of a handful of times, if not to stick your head in to announce your arrival when hanging out with his roommates, then to visit whenever he had a new snippet of a song he wanted to share; there wasn’t a chance for a tour then, and there certainly wouldn’t be a tour now.
With a subtle flick of a switch, the once dark room was suddenly bathed in a dim glow from the led lights lining the ceiling - warm and welcoming, much like the arms that wrapped around you from behind, followed by a soft pair of lips you were quickly getting used to pressing against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
His hold grew tighter as his lips ventured higher - a dotted line of kisses, a brush of his breath against the back of your ear, followed by the ghost of his lips along the shell.
“Are you still sure?”
Your eyelids fluttered, your lips parting to sigh out words evoked from the fantasies of your deepest desires, “I’m yours.”
He turned you around, and for the first time you were able to truly appreciate the feeling of his lips against your own - soft, likely from the myriad of lip care products your friends tease him for, a sensation you could find yourself craving every day and never growing tired of in the end.
You kissed him back with fervor, taking the liberty of cupping the line of his jaw with one hand while the other cradled the back of his neck, the faint curls of his hair tickling your fingertips.
Chris was the first to pull away, gifting you a fleeting peck when you tried in vain to follow him, just to reach overhead and tug his shirt up and off before unceremoniously dropping it to the floor. However, he barely gave you the chance to admire the view as his hands went to help you out of your hoodie while your own hands hastily went to tug up your shirt in the messy, frantic process.
Two articles down, the warmth of his hands were now free to meet your waist and his lips were on yours once more; his hold tightening as he took a step forward, nudging and guiding you backward until the backs of your legs met the edge of his bed. Obliging to his silent request, you sat down, using the strength in your arms to wiggle yourself up enough to lay comfortably on the full sized mattress and welcome the weight of him on top of you until it wasn’t.
Looking up, you were met with his heated stare, all but devouring you with his eyes as he took in the view - though, you figured you fared the same way when your eyes ventured down, following the strong slope of his shoulders before taking in the sight of his chest.
It wasn’t a view you hadn’t seen before thanks to his aversion of shirts in his own home - granted, it was his apartment, so you couldn’t fault him for the times he’d come out of his room to see you happily chatting away with his roommates unbeknownst to him - but you could now appreciate the details you wouldn’t have taken in otherwise such as defined pectorals and the smallest beginnings of abs against his otherwise soft stomach.
Ending the unintentional standoff, Chris lent forward, his fingertips just barely grazing your lower stomach as they went to the button of your jeans, “Can I?”
“Please.”
The corner of his lips ticked up but he ducked his head before you could see the smirk blossom, though you couldn’t find yourself to care once your jeans were undone, lifting your hips to help him shuffle the garment down the length of your legs and watching him give them the same fate as your shirts.
“These too?” He mused with a teasing lilt, eyes flicking from your own to the plain black panties you wore.
A short huff brushed past your lips, an unamused pout pursuing them. “Chris.”
The sound of his delighted giggles bounced off the walls, reducing the heat of arousal to a nice simmer that your nerves greatly appreciated - that is, until his fingers hooked underneath the waistband and slowly pulled them off; the sensation of his knuckles dragging along your thighs drawing a soft gasp from you.
It wasn’t long until they were down your legs, past your feet, and dropped off the edge of the bed, leaving you entirely bare from the waist down.
“Fuck…” He breathed, propping his knee on the bed as his hands slid up from your calves to the backs of your knees, caressing your skin before gently bringing them up and out - exposing your pussy to his pure delight. “Look at you, pretty girl.”
A wave of heat washed over you followed by an embarrassed whimper, “Chris, don’t say that.”
“Why not?” Looking up, he cocked his head slightly, “You said you were mine, which means I’m allowed to compliment what’s mine, yeah?” He bent down, maintaining eye contact as he kissed your knee softly, “You belong to me, right, baby?”
Your heart jumped to your throat, his words working like a spell against your lust addled mind.
“I belong to you.” You breathed softly, melting into his hypnotizing gaze.
A pleased hum vibrated through him as he dipped his head to kiss the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against your skin, “Good girl.”
His kisses trailed higher and higher, growing messier and messier as he went - a nip here, a suck there, open mouthed and worshiping until he reached your pussy.
Just as he was about to dive in face first, your hand tugged at his hair, effectively breaking him out of his tunnel vision to give you his undivided attention.
“What’s wrong? Do you wanna stop? I can-”
“No! God, no - it’s just…” You took a deep breath, your bravado escaping you the instant you stopped him, “I want you to eat me out, but I wanna suck your dick too. I wanna make you feel good too, Channie”
“You wanna suck my dick, pretty?” A shiver ran down Chris’s spine at the mere thought, his dick painfully straining underneath his boxer briefs and sweats. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? Words like that coming from a mouth like yours - you’re a fucking dream.”
His presence left from between your legs and part of you felt silly for missing it until you saw him reaching for his sweatpants - even through the black fabric you were able to make out the noticeable bulge tenting the front - the waistband of Calvin Klein nudging you in the right direction of what he wore underneath.
Pushing both articles past his hips, your eyes were immediately glued to the dips in his pelvis - the Adonis belt, a fitting alternate description of his v-line until your attention jumped to a scattering of hair beneath his navel leading to seemingly maintained pubic hair.
However, your peep show was obscured by his head as he bent forward to take his clothes off the rest of the way, giving you the chance to mentally prepare for the grand reveal. By the time he stood straight again, you couldn’t help the audible gasp that left you, your eyes widening as you took him in all his glory - all of the jokes his friends would make now having validity behind their digs.
“I hope that’s a good reaction…” Chris spoke sheepishly, his ears as red as a tomato as he averted his eyes to the side, one hand twitching to cover himself while the other anxiously rubbed the back of his neck.
“Chris,” your soft call was enough to bring his eyes back to you, just in time to see you undoing your bra and tossing it to the floor, “I really want you in my mouth, baby.”
The air of shyness quickly left him as he smirked, making his way back onto the bed, “Say please.”
Reaching forward, your fingers danced along the underside of his jaw before you whispered, “Please?”
It was almost instantaneous in the way you found yourself straddled over his face, his hands massaging the plush of your thighs as if he couldn’t get enough of the way they squished and jiggled under his hold.
You leaned forward, eyes eagerly taking in his dick from the new angle; he was thick, probably an inch over average if you had to guess, with the prettiest veins that begged for your tongue to trace them.
“Don’t force yourself to take me, okay?” He called from the other end, the feeling of his breath against your cunt sending chills down your spine. “I know I’m… y’know, big, so I don’t want you to hurt yourself to make me feel good - you letting me do this is more than enough, baby.”
“I can do it Channie,” spitting into your palm, you graciously took him into your hand with a slow stroke, “I’ll be okay.”
A low groan escaped him, your sudden touch sending him into the stratosphere, “Just- Be careful for me, alright?”
Humming in agreement, you wasted no time in littering his tip in butterfly kisses and kitten licks, slowly getting yourself used to the bittersweet taste of his precum.
“Shit…” Not holding himself back any longer, Chris slid his hands up to your hips before pulling you back onto his mouth, his tongue eagerly diving between your folds as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day.
The action made you jolt forward, though you barely moved an inch thanks to his hold on you, your lips parting to let a moan float through.
“Mm, not too loud, baby,” he spoke against your pussy, kissing the hood of your clit, “don’t wanna wake up my roommates, yeah?”
As much as the idea called to something daring within you, you shook your head, using this as an opportunity to take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth; just enough to have the weight settle on your tongue while your hand stroked what you hadn’t gotten to yet.
“There you go.”
With that, he went back to exploring your pussy with his tongue, dipping past your walls every now and then before going back to dancing around your clit - his hands enjoying their new home on the curve of your ass.
To say the feeling of his mouth on you was mind numbing would’ve been the understatement of a lifetime - it was as if he was eating you out in the most respectfully disrespectful way, the sounds of his lips sucking your clit paired with low, breathless moans before he went back to lapping up your arousal was pure debauchery.
You tried your best to be diligent, bobbing your head in time with the curls of his tongue against your slit while your fist used whatever drool that dripped from your lips as lubricant to keep each stroke smooth and slick - your efforts not going in vain by the way his thigh would flex, or the twitch of his hips - but you were quickly falling victim to the pleasure.
“Taste so fucking good, baby,” he mouthed against your pussy, as if moving even an inch away would be detrimental to his psyche, “could stay here forever.”
The thought had you moaning around his cock, pulling away to give your lungs the reprieve of a full breath, only for a whined exhale to follow suit. “C-Chris, please.”
“Please, what?” Flattening his tongue, he licked a fat stripe up before giving your clit the lightest kiss imaginable, “Gonna come for me, pretty? Is that what you want?”
“N-No,” dropping your face to his thigh, you focused all of your energy into keeping your hand moving, “w-wanna make you come first, just- shit, just slow down a little!”
Chris hummed, feigning deep consideration, “But what if I want you to come for me?” His right hand slid further between your legs, his index finger stroking your fluttering walls with the promise of something more, “You said you wanted to repay me - so, let me make you come.”
Your hips bucked, muscles yearning to press back against the pressure to send you over the edge you were dangerously teetering over. “But-”
“Baby,” the velvet drawl of the pet name earned a pitiful hum in response, “you wanna make me feel good, don’t you?” He felt your head nod against his thigh, huffing out a short chuckle before continuing, “You wanna ‘repay’ me for everything I do for you, right?”
“Yes.” You sighed out, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his thumb replacing his finger in favor of toying with your clit.
“Well, guess what?” Dragging his thumb up, he pressed it against your slit, “Watching you come for me- Feeling you come for me is all I could ever want from you,” slowly pushing his thumb past your walls, he ghosted his lips against your inner thigh, “show me how good I’m making you feel, baby - do it for me, please.”
He punctuated his plea by swirling his tongue around your clit once more, thrusting his thumb in time with each flick while his left hand held your hip tightly.
Your mouth fell open, a moan fighting its way through your vocal chords only to come out as choked gasps, “Ch-ah- Channie- Fuck- Channie p-please-”
Pressing his thumb in to the knuckle, Chris wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, humming out a low moan that proved to be the final straw to push you over the edge.
“Chris- C-Chris-!” Lifting your head, you put your mouth over your arm in hopes of muffling the airy moans escaping you, your vision blurring behind pleasure-fueled tears as he worked you through your orgasm.
His thumb slipped from your entrance to make room for his tongue to lap up your cum, drinking you up like a tall glass of water after a day in the sun.
It didn’t take long for you to catch your bearings, going to move away from his face until his hands tightened on your hips in silent challenge, a disgruntled grunt rising from your pure audacity of interrupting him.
“Channie, ‘s too much,” you whined breathlessly, wrenching your hand away from his - still hard - dick in favor of pushing yourself up onto your arms, “c-can’t take it, baby, please.”
Pulling away with a lewd slurp, Chris heaved a heavy breath, combating the lightheadedness of his tunnel vision while you carefully maneuvered yourself away from him - shuffling around to hover your head over a pillow before collapsing in the empty space, your body gratefully welcoming the cool sheets against your skin.
Bated breaths danced in the otherwise quiet atmosphere, Chris’s gaze locked on the ceiling as his lust-fogged brain tried to make sense of what just happened between the two of you.
“Channie?”
His heart fluttered at your soft call of his name, turning his head just to come across a sight that made his breath catch; you, his friend, laying beside him looking beautifully ruined with the golden afterglow of your orgasm that he gave you emanating from your body.
He tentatively licked his lips, goosebumps rising as your taste still lingered in his mouth, “Yeah, baby?”
“I still wanna make you come.” You murmured softly, eyes blinking at him so innocently it almost felt wrong that it made his dick twitch at the sight. “I still owe you, after all.”
Chris huffed out a chuckle, lifting himself onto his forearm before hoisting himself above you, settling his hips between your legs as he caged you in with his arms - this was a sight he could get used to.
“Instead of making this out to be you repaying a debt, how about we turn it into a ‘thank you’ gift, hm?” Leaning his head down, he brushed his nose against yours, “You thank me for the ride and the orgasm,” his lips ghosted against your own, “then I thank you for thanking me.”
“Chris, that won’t make any sense,” your voice was barely a whisper, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, “if you thank me, I’ll just thank you back - we’ll be in a loop.”
“We’ll work out the details later, then.” He murmured before leaning forward, catching your lips with his and sharing your taste off of his tongue.
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eating pastries is so humiliating cause you'll be having the time of your life having it and then when you're finished you look down and you're covered in flakes and sugardust like fuuuck now everyone is going to know i'm a messy pastry whore
He loves to play cool, hot, and too good for everyone else, distant and cold, while out on the road. No one was even as close to getting to him as you were. He loved the fact that you weren't just a pretty addition to his bike. You learned it inside and out, eventually getting a custom of your own (with his help, of course).
He really shouldn't have chugged that water from your lunch stop on this road trip. Quickly, the vibrations from his bike and the rough road were proving to be a challenge.
Your bike cut through the sharp wind as you road down the Pacific Coast highway. Ocean water mixed with misting rain illuminated by the low afternoon sun. Seungmin and you probably had another few hours before you'd had to pull over for the night.
Long road trips were always his favorite. The two of you would request weeks off of work in advance, gear up, fix the bikes, and ride for hours on end. There was never a set plan. Flip a coin, pick a direction, and go.
However, what he didn't like right now was his absolute need to pee. The last pit stop was now over two hours ago for lunch. He chugged 3 glasses of water and started a fourth. When he saw the chance of rain rolling over the horizon, he completely forgot to relieve himself, opting to jump back on his bike as quickly as possible.
Now, his blatter twists in waves of pain as he sees the ocean and smells the rain. Thankfully, you signaled that you wanted to stop at the rest area.
"Are you serious! This one is closed too!" You exclaimed, growing more and more irritated.
"Need to pee, mutt?" Seungmin tried to act cool and collected like normal. The "cold-hearted" biker you fell in love with, however, you both know how far from that he could be.
"No, I just wanted to wash my hands. Do you need to go?"
"No! I mean no, I'm good"
"You sure? The next stretch is all rough roads according to my friend."
That sounded like absolute torture to Seungmin. To make it all better, you picked the one rest stop with no tree coverage.
"Where would I pee? You just said it's closed anyways" Oh that pout indicated everything you needed to know. Soon you'd have a bratty pup on your hands.
"Minnie, if you need to pee just go pee. I can tell you are in pain" He tried to deny it but let out a wailing cry when you pressed a bit on his crotch.
You knew he'd never pee on the ground in public, embarrassing and unhygienic. When you sank to your knees in front of him his body flushed red to the tips of his ears.
"Momm--mutt. What are you doing?"
"Use my mouth pup"
"I CANT DO THA---"
"You can either use me or piss down the front of your white bike pants. The choice is yours. I even pulled my bike around so no one would see us. Your safe puppy, safe with mommy. Let me help"
He wanted to sob as he felt the zipper grace his now-hardening cock. He placed just the tip in, somehow it made him feel a bit less embarrassed. The moan that left him as he relieved himself should have been recorded for later use. You pulled out a rag from your storage and helped him clean up before stuffing him back in his pants.
"Good puppy, my good boy" You kissed his lips.
"Ew! Did you just kiss me after I used you like that!?"
"Puppy, if you think mommy isn't going to have you return the favor, you are greatly mistaken"
First time Pet Play with owner! Changbin! We talk about minnie and his puppy, Minho, and his kitten, but what about Changbin and his baby bunny!?!?
He'd be so soft with you, like are such a fragile thing. The most gentle touches as he watches you around the house, exploring the world from this new point of view. Reminders that you are, in fact, just a little bunny and nothing more. Little bunny's don't do things for themselves. They beg cutely for their owners' help.
“Bunny, I need you to pick out which tail” Changbin held out both hands. In one was a soft white round tail plug, and in the other was a more realistic cream color plug with white tufts of fur along the base.
“This one please” Your voice was shaky laced with a hint of embarrassment. You wanted this just as much as he did, if not more, but it was all still new to you. You’ve both been familiar with varying levels of dynamics in the bedroom but something about pet play seemed more intimate and therefore more exposing.
“Bunny, we’ve talked about this. Do little bunnies use their words?”
“No sir…”
“Try that again Bun, I’d hate for your first 10 minutes to be spent in the crate.” There was a note of comfort in his genuinely stern tone.
You nodded then used your ‘paw’ to point to the cream tail plug.
“Good bunny” Changbin tussled your hair “Over your owner's lap, let's get you ready.”
He was gentle with the process, explaining every step of the way.
“Let's just lift your skirt here, and pull these down. Good bunny, that's a gooooooood bun. Now this might be cold but it's okay.” He lets trickles of lube fall against your rim. One finger at a time he stretched you out. He couldn’t help the teasing.
“Look at my bunny, already 2 fingers in. You are so perfect for me. Waiting and ready to be a dumb little bunny. No thoughts in your head, needing an owner for everything. Isn’t that right sweetie? Big eyes but nothing behind them.
He eased the plug into you with a condescendingly loving “biigggggg stretchhhhh”
Once you had a moment to calm down he readjusted you in his lap. This way changbin was able to secure your matching ears into your hair. He always loved the flop bunny aesthetic more, something so sweet and innocent. Something he could corrupt.
After a few more moments of Changbin sending you into headspace, he hushed you and pulled something from the bedside drawer. Before you knew a bite gag shaped like a carrot was placed between your teeth.
“Good job bunny, now try to be quiet for your owner.”
Okay, but dreamy romantic sex with Hyunjin? I just imagine it as the most artistic, straight from a novel, picturesque sex. It verges on cringe levels of pure worship. It's so vulnerable too, letting out his pure uninterrupted hopeless romantic intension. Something he can't express through words, art, or dance. Body to body, skin to skin.
Soft light illuminated the room from vanilla and linen candles. Silk sheets cold to the touch kissed your exposed skin. Muted sounds from the outside world trickled in through the cracked window. The whisper of a breeze fluttered the sheer veil of a curtain. Your two silhouettes danced on the white wall. Staggered breaths and hushed moans played the soundtrack.
Hyunjin had you perched in his lap, both completely naked. The sheets wrapped your body like a modesty shield. It created the sense of secrecy and privacy that Hyunjin craved. Something so romantic that you were for his eyes only.
“Fuc- muse, my muse. It's tortuous to love you.” His desperate moans and a hint of a whine bled into his speech. Two hands found their place on your back, one cupping the valley below your neck between your shoulders, the other rubbing soft circles towards the bottom. One fluid motion indicated he wanted you to lean back.
“That's it beautiful. Lay all your weight on my hands, let me support you. Light as a feather love. Feel it, taste it, savor it. This is all for you. I am all for you.”
His rhythm faltered a little once he saw how your body exposed itself to the dim light, on full display like a blank canvas he gets to paint. He let your body tell him the picture, what you needed, and where. Long fingers cascaded over your shoulder and down your chest. Once his thumb hit your peaking nipple you let out a sharp moan, he knew it was time for the finishing touches.
“Cum for me, love. Be my inspiration. Show me what artists die for.”
He loves to play cool, hot, and too good for everyone else, distant and cold, while out on the road. No one was even as close to getting to him as you were. He loved the fact that you weren't just a pretty addition to his bike. You learned it inside and out, eventually getting a custom of your own (with his help, of course).
He really shouldn't have chugged that water from your lunch stop on this road trip. Quickly, the vibrations from his bike and the rough road were proving to be a challenge.
Your bike cut through the sharp wind as you road down the Pacific Coast highway. Ocean water mixed with misting rain illuminated by the low afternoon sun. Seungmin and you probably had another few hours before you'd had to pull over for the night.
Long road trips were always his favorite. The two of you would request weeks off of work in advance, gear up, fix the bikes, and ride for hours on end. There was never a set plan. Flip a coin, pick a direction, and go.
However, what he didn't like right now was his absolute need to pee. The last pit stop was now over two hours ago for lunch. He chugged 3 glasses of water and started a fourth. When he saw the chance of rain rolling over the horizon, he completely forgot to relieve himself, opting to jump back on his bike as quickly as possible.
Now, his blatter twists in waves of pain as he sees the ocean and smells the rain. Thankfully, you signaled that you wanted to stop at the rest area.
"Are you serious! This one is closed too!" You exclaimed, growing more and more irritated.
"Need to pee, mutt?" Seungmin tried to act cool and collected like normal. The "cold-hearted" biker you fell in love with, however, you both know how far from that he could be.
"No, I just wanted to wash my hands. Do you need to go?"
"No! I mean no, I'm good"
"You sure? The next stretch is all rough roads according to my friend."
That sounded like absolute torture to Seungmin. To make it all better, you picked the one rest stop with no tree coverage.
"Where would I pee? You just said it's closed anyways" Oh that pout indicated everything you needed to know. Soon you'd have a bratty pup on your hands.
"Minnie, if you need to pee just go pee. I can tell you are in pain" He tried to deny it but let out a wailing cry when you pressed a bit on his crotch.
You knew he'd never pee on the ground in public, embarrassing and unhygienic. When you sank to your knees in front of him his body flushed red to the tips of his ears.
"Momm--mutt. What are you doing?"
"Use my mouth pup"
"I CANT DO THA---"
"You can either use me or piss down the front of your white bike pants. The choice is yours. I even pulled my bike around so no one would see us. Your safe puppy, safe with mommy. Let me help"
He wanted to sob as he felt the zipper grace his now-hardening cock. He placed just the tip in, somehow it made him feel a bit less embarrassed. The moan that left him as he relieved himself should have been recorded for later use. You pulled out a rag from your storage and helped him clean up before stuffing him back in his pants.
"Good puppy, my good boy" You kissed his lips.
"Ew! Did you just kiss me after I used you like that!?"
"Puppy, if you think mommy isn't going to have you return the favor, you are greatly mistaken"
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First time Pet Play with owner! Changbin! We talk about minnie and his puppy, Minho, and his kitten, but what about Changbin and his baby bunny!?!?
He'd be so soft with you, like are such a fragile thing. The most gentle touches as he watches you around the house, exploring the world from this new point of view. Reminders that you are, in fact, just a little bunny and nothing more. Little bunny's don't do things for themselves. They beg cutely for their owners' help.
“Bunny, I need you to pick out which tail” Changbin held out both hands. In one was a soft white round tail plug, and in the other was a more realistic cream color plug with white tufts of fur along the base.
“This one please” Your voice was shaky laced with a hint of embarrassment. You wanted this just as much as he did, if not more, but it was all still new to you. You’ve both been familiar with varying levels of dynamics in the bedroom but something about pet play seemed more intimate and therefore more exposing.
“Bunny, we’ve talked about this. Do little bunnies use their words?”
“No sir…”
“Try that again Bun, I’d hate for your first 10 minutes to be spent in the crate.” There was a note of comfort in his genuinely stern tone.
You nodded then used your ‘paw’ to point to the cream tail plug.
“Good bunny” Changbin tussled your hair “Over your owner's lap, let's get you ready.”
He was gentle with the process, explaining every step of the way.
“Let's just lift your skirt here, and pull these down. Good bunny, that's a gooooooood bun. Now this might be cold but it's okay.” He lets trickles of lube fall against your rim. One finger at a time he stretched you out. He couldn’t help the teasing.
“Look at my bunny, already 2 fingers in. You are so perfect for me. Waiting and ready to be a dumb little bunny. No thoughts in your head, needing an owner for everything. Isn’t that right sweetie? Big eyes but nothing behind them.
He eased the plug into you with a condescendingly loving “biigggggg stretchhhhh”
Once you had a moment to calm down he readjusted you in his lap. This way changbin was able to secure your matching ears into your hair. He always loved the flop bunny aesthetic more, something so sweet and innocent. Something he could corrupt.
After a few more moments of Changbin sending you into headspace, he hushed you and pulled something from the bedside drawer. Before you knew a bite gag shaped like a carrot was placed between your teeth.
“Good job bunny, now try to be quiet for your owner.”
Okay, but dreamy romantic sex with Hyunjin? I just imagine it as the most artistic, straight from a novel, picturesque sex. It verges on cringe levels of pure worship. It's so vulnerable too, letting out his pure uninterrupted hopeless romantic intension. Something he can't express through words, art, or dance. Body to body, skin to skin.
Soft light illuminated the room from vanilla and linen candles. Silk sheets cold to the touch kissed your exposed skin. Muted sounds from the outside world trickled in through the cracked window. The whisper of a breeze fluttered the sheer veil of a curtain. Your two silhouettes danced on the white wall. Staggered breaths and hushed moans played the soundtrack.
Hyunjin had you perched in his lap, both completely naked. The sheets wrapped your body like a modesty shield. It created the sense of secrecy and privacy that Hyunjin craved. Something so romantic that you were for his eyes only.
“Fuc- muse, my muse. It's tortuous to love you.” His desperate moans and a hint of a whine bled into his speech. Two hands found their place on your back, one cupping the valley below your neck between your shoulders, the other rubbing soft circles towards the bottom. One fluid motion indicated he wanted you to lean back.
“That's it beautiful. Lay all your weight on my hands, let me support you. Light as a feather love. Feel it, taste it, savor it. This is all for you. I am all for you.”
His rhythm faltered a little once he saw how your body exposed itself to the dim light, on full display like a blank canvas he gets to paint. He let your body tell him the picture, what you needed, and where. Long fingers cascaded over your shoulder and down your chest. Once his thumb hit your peaking nipple you let out a sharp moan, he knew it was time for the finishing touches.
“Cum for me, love. Be my inspiration. Show me what artists die for.”
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