subby brat!beomgyu who doesn't look in the mirror when you demand it from him. he swears he is no brat, but his demeanor and actions speak otherwise. he's all bark, no bite, and it's nothing new when he continues it when you gave him friction earlier than you'd usually do.
"just look at yourself for a bit, gyu" you say while laying on your stomach, between his legs — holding onto the bottom of his dick that he hopes you'll satisfy. he bats his eyelids open for a second when you stop licking the tip like lollipops — but to his demise, you went right back at it, causing his figure to wobble in his position and eyes to close. "pl-please, just.. take it, please. I've been waiting for so long—"
he threw his head back, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, even though his throat was dry for too long now because of you — his breathing grew move frantic because of how long you've been doing this torture on him. he'd finally gotten you to pull his dick out, but to no avail, apparently.
"waiting for so long? so long to cum out of your small fucking dick? hm?" you spat out, rubbing his tip against your lips and pretending to be disgusted when pre-cum sputtered out of it. "oh, just look at yourself!" you laughed out sadistically. "the guy is cumming out of his small dick, hm?" you mocked his vulnerable state, even though his cock is probably any size but a variation of small.
your eyes widen in amusement when he tries to push your head down on it as if you'll give in, as if you'd let him — slapping his hand away and letting go of his dick. "c'mon c'mon c'mon, just look up" you said, placing a hand on the back of his head, your elbows digging into the flesh of his thighs, and as though he's growing limp, it just bobbed down.
you roll your eyes. he's just a dog now, pushing his crotch up, hoping his cock will somehow end up down your throat.
he finally opened his eyes, looking at your sadistic yet oh-so-innocent face that is filled with nothing but dominant intents, and gives in to gradually lift his head up, eyes crawling at the reflection of your legs, thick thighs he loves stuffing his face between and licking at your panties, his own feet which are heated up because of fluster, his socks not helping it — your ass he could only cum on after pleads and requests, and finally to his own face.
his cheeks are flushed pink, lips you love to pepper with kisses are pursed shut, chest going up and down faster than a normal human's, his hair is covering his twinkling eyes. "please just touch me." he huffed out, mouth now parted open, curling his toes.
you groaned. typical beomgyu, he thinks he'll get what he wants just because he's pretty. it's like a spoiled child who's crying on the floor for some toy. his hands are to himself, because he's learnt better from when you would tie them up, and his face was appeased as he felt the warmth of your hands on majority of his dick.
"fuck, is everything on your mind about cumming?" you asked. "speak up, boy." you demanded, processing just how much worse of a brat he could ever be when you see a look of smugness wash over him. even though his mouth is wide open, breathing in and out which you can feel on the top of your head, his cock which is not being satisfied in his way, he's still got things to pride himself on.
you twisted your hand around him thrice, causing him to break. nothing new with that.
"yes— yes, that's all I think about — I can only think about fucking — just let me cum— jerk it off, please— t- touch—"
"oh, please, such a filthy mouth... now say please." you asked of him by stretching the word out.
"pleasepleaseplease. I'll look, I promise." a promise he'd obviously break later on, as he tried to place your hand on his cock again without even looking where your hands are.
his brain really is situated in his dick, huh.
"then open your eyes up, pretty boy."
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