#saphs-thoughts

᯽ heeseung and . . . cum play ♡ heeseung isn't shy about his submission, matter of fact he wears it like it's a badge of honor. he just doesn't want people knowing he likes when things get that messy. when he's covered in his own cum, when you're covered in it, when you spit it back into his mouth...

his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, hot and shaky. your mouth wrapped around his length for the fourth time in the last hour. you'd figure he'd be spent, unable to cum again but no, heeseung always has more to give, always willing to take more. the sight of your chest and lips messy with his release, dried down on his lower stomach, it's damn near pornographic. he's so sensitive and your mouth is so warm, you always know how to bring him right to the edge. a whimper breaks up the sound of his labored panting, his hands gripping at the sheets as tightly as he can. "wait, wait..." he gasps, trying to warn you that at any moment he'll fall right off that edge. you don't wait though, work him off that cliff with so much ease the thought alone is dizzying for him. whining loudly as you so skillfully suck him through the rush of his orgasm, pulling off of him once he's finished. a gesture of your hand orders him to open his mouth, standing up to drip his own cum into his mouth. "good boy," you hum, tapping his cheek with your palm. "now swallow."

᯽ jay and . . . total objectification ♡ for jay pleasing you is the most important thing for him when it comes to your sex life, getting you off, satisfying you. however, when you treat him like he's a toy, like he was made just to please you? as if every part of his body is the hottest, most arousing thing you have ever seen? his whole brain shuts off, it's his own personal heaven.

"take your shirt off." your order takes him by surprise, he'd only walked in the door a minute or two ago. he turns to look at you, see if he'd heard you properly but that look on your face tells him everything. "yes, ma'am," he whispers, his hands coming to pull the thin, spandex fabric of his compression shirt over his head. allowing you to stare at his naked torso, fresh from his work out. "aren't you pretty?" you tease, approaching him to run your hands over his bare skin. "such a pretty toy..." your words and touch make his eyes close, slowly falling to his knees at your feet, his face resting against your thighs. then his begging starts, "can i please eat you out?" his hands coming up to your thighs, kneading and squeezing as if that'll tempt you into agreeing, as if you'd say no to begin with. "that's what toys are good for, isn't it?" you ask, running your hands through his hair as his creep up to tug your shorts down.

᯽ jake and . . . panty thieving ♡ jake's puppy-like nature never pauses, he's always on the go. and from time to time, that means your panties are too! steal a pair from the dirty laundry, snatch them off the floor after you've had sex, swipe some from the counter while you're in the shower. he just misses you so much when you're not around, he can't help himself. can you really blame him?

the soft cotton fabric pressed against his face, the smell of you, the faint taste of you, it's enough to drive him insane. his hand has a tight, secure hold on his cock, making its way up and down at a speed you'd never approve of. you like to make him work for it, drag it out a little so that when he does cum it feels that much better. he doesn't have the patience for that, he doesn't have the self control for it either unless you're directly instructing him. he wants this now, he needs you but you're not here and his hand is working just fine right now. shaky moans parting his bitten lips, muttering curses into the empty hotel room. his fingers swiping over his sensitive tip so quickly it nearly hurts, whimpering to himself about the pleasure. he may not be following your usual patterns but he mimics your actions nevertheless. his chest rising and falling as the threat of cumming into his hand approaches so quickly, frantically draping your underwear over the throbbing head. watching the fabric turn darker as his release bleeds into the it.

᯽ sunghoon and . . . knife play ♡ sunghoon is such a pretty boy but something about the threat of violence against him just gets him going. he could easily overpower you but with a knife in your hand... he's all yours, completely at your mercy and will. and he loves every second of it.

the knife is so shiny under the light of your kitchen, so reflective he can see himself in the pristine metal. "who do you belong to, sunghoon?" you question, holding the blade just below his collarbone. "you." he answers immediately, his tone soft, reverent. his body is between yours and the island counter, he's completely relaxed, there's not even an ounce of tension in his body. "that's right," you praise, "you belong to me." you affirm, your voice so smooth and sultry, it makes his knees weak. one of his hands rests on your hip while the other is holding onto the counter's edge, his thumb slowly swiping back and forth over your hip bone. "i belong to you." he repeats, nodding his head in agreement with your statement. you press the pointed tip of the knife to his clavicle, letting his skin indent but never break. he lets out a soft exhale at the feeling, gently pulling you closer to him so you can feel what you're doing to him. his hard-on pushing against your thigh while you toy with the light amount of pressure on his skin. "i'll hurt you if you ever forget that." you threaten playfully, watching the smile spread across his face at your teasing.

᯽ sunoo and . . . sex taping ♡ sunoo loves to be looked at and adored, loves to be told just how attractive he is. he thrives off of the praise and the boost to his ego. recording him while you play with him or taking photos of his post-orgasm face, set the camera up to record you both and show him when it's all over, send it to him so he can use it when you're not around.

when you pull your phone out to video your hand stroking him the sound he lets out is wrecked. his hand flying up to cover his eyes as if seeing what you're doing will break him in half. his tip is round, pale brown and leaking everywhere. "so pretty, baby," your voice comes out a purr, the palm of your hand rubbing back and forth over the underside of his shaft for the camera. the sounds he makes coming out in a consistent stream, moans, whines, groans and gasps, they all spill from his lips like a faulty faucet. taking him into your hand to pay careful, torturing attention to his tip, squeezing roughly, poking gently at the slit and watching him writhe at the contact. every movement sounds so wet it only gives away just how much he loves it. "fuck... fuck, more, please..." he mumbles, his abdomen and thighs twitching in anticipation of more stimulation. "you're so greedy." you taunt, giving the head a particularly harsh squeeze before placing a soft smack on it. the action makes him gasp so loud you think it may have actually hurt, until the noisy moan follows after. "you like that?" you tease, toying with his tip a bit more. "yes, yes, please keep going!" always so good for the camera.

᯽ jungwon and . . . wax play ♡ jungwon loves a little pain, that's no secret, but similar to heeseung he doesn't want people to know just how messy he likes to get. takes it so well, begs for more, loves to admire the artwork you paint across his body in colorful ink.

the candle is kept high away from his body, giving it time to cool down before it drips down onto his skin. every drop is so warm and relaxing, similar to a bath for him only the liquid is never calm. his pillow is tucked neatly between his face and arms, his back bare for you so that you can see the entirety of your canvas. he's sure you're drawing a shape into him, he's just unsure what it is at the moment. it's a heart, it's bigger than it usually is though, so you're taking your sweet time to map it out. your free hand massaging his side attentively, making sure he keeps still and relaxed as you let the hot wax roll down. jungwon isn't much of a talker during these scenes, he really likes to enjoy it, it's almost meditative. you enjoy the process of painting him pink, blue, green, or red while he basks in your precision and control. it's mind numbing, a welcome, needed, feeling for him after all of his stress. you make all of the tension he stores simply melt away.

᯽ niki and . . . mommy kink ♡ niki loves to be the center of your attention but he has to maintain his cool image, he wants to measure up to and fit in with his older members. this desire however does not trump his need for you to give him absolutely everything he's ever craved. for niki, the kink swings both ways - sexual and nonsexual, but it's only ever enjoyed when he knows nobody else can hear him. when you're all alone.

being the eldest of a group with rapidly growing popularity is a lot of responsibility and sometimes it's a bit too stressful. sometimes, heeseung just wants to pass the mantle onto someone else, let someone else pick and choose for him rather than having to think about it himself. that's not a bad thing, right? it's not criminal to want somebody to take care of him, comfort him, make everything feel better. he's found himself quite comfortable in the dynamic, getting off of work and letting you take up the task of being the authority in his domestic life.

when you enter the front door you're not greeted as you usually are, instead you're met with what is initially silence. stepping out of your shoes and leaving your bag on the counter as you search for your lover. "heeseung?" you call out melodically. he should be here, it's his day off and he didn't mention anything about going out with any friends. you hear a door open and the faint sound of his voice respond to you. "in here." he's stressed, you can tell by the flatness of his voice. you walk into the study that's been converted into a home studio, finding heeseung sit in the chair with his eyes glued to the screen, working on a song that's been plaguing him for days now.

you come up behind him, your hands smoothing over his tense shoulders. "what's wrong, my love?" you question, looking at the screen that's a mess of different software you have no idea how to operate. "nothing," heeseung's answer is short and lackluster, a dead giveaway that he's not being truthful. "i mean, it's just a beat i need to fix, it's just taking really long." he shakes his head, leaning back into the chair and further into your touch. "take a break." you suggest, away he's probably been at this all day and has fried the wires of his brain trying to figure it out. "there's a dead line, i don't want it to come out bad." he argues, the way his brows are furrowed tells you everything you need to know. "it will come out bad if you burn yourself out." you state the obvious, your hands coming up to caress his face instead.

he continues to fuss with it for a few more minutes, the gentle touch of your hands steadily drawing him out of the trance his work has put him in. he saves the program and closes out of it, turning around in the desk chair to look up at him. his eyes are tired, his lips dry. "you need a break." you reiterate, watching him nod in agreement to your point. "i'm so stressed." heeseung admits quietly, placing his hands on the top of your hips and leaning in to rest his face against your upper stomach. you run your hands through his hair and under his shirt, tracing his spine. he needs you to relax him and you know just the thing to ease his mind. "let me try a new rope tie on you," you break the silence. "okay." he agrees quickly, the idea of letting you try out new patterns on him is a welcome distraction.

the mirror faces you both as he's sat on the edge of bed, the feeling of the soft rope running over his skin makes him feel calm. his earlier stress slowly escaping him mind while you work behind him. the pale pink color the rope compliments the warmth of his skin, your first attempt at the style beginning to take shape. the sight of a star drawn in rope across his chest makes you smile. "too tight? too loose? talk to me." you prompt, making sure to keep him verbally active in the process. "it's fine," he replies, blinking slowly at your reflection. "not too tight or too loose." he clarifies, his hands sunken into the plush bedding while you carefully tie the final knot into the back. placing a kiss on his bare shoulder, your eyes meet his in the mirror. "look how pretty you are." you instruct, his eyes tracking to himself rather than you as he stares into the mirror.

you move to his hands next, standing in front of him as you lace the rope around and between his wrists. nothing overly complicated, just something to bind them together. "why my hands?" heeseung asks curiously, his eyes fixed on the view of your face while you're busy tying him away. "because you're pushy," you answer teasingly, a wicked smile spreading across your face at the question. it takes him a minute to realize what you mean by 'pushy,' only realizing when you lift his arms above his head and guide his body down onto the mattress. "oh..." he whispers under his breath, he was always a bit slow to process when he felt submissive like this. "heeseung," you address, pushing your hair away from your face and shoulder. "can i suck your dick, baby?" your voice is sweet and attentive, the tone alone makes him lightheaded. he nods his head vigorously, "yes, please do."

it's not hard to get his sweats off and much to your surprise, he's nude underneath. "naughty boy..." you tease, pulling them completely off and tossing them somewhere to be forgotten. "it's like you were waiting for me." using his knees to stabilize yourself as you sink to the floor. "maybe," heeseung mutters, his face flushing with slight embarrassment at being called out. you can see him growing hard and you haven't said much or touched him yet. "cute." you think out loud, your hands creeping up to massage his thighs while you talk to him. "my pretty boy," you purr, staring up at his face while placing kisses to his inner thighs. he feels floaty from your praise and attention, the anticipation of your mouth on him only aiding in the almost high feeling that's rushing through his head.

you take hold of his length, tracing the underside of his tip with your thumb as you slowly spit onto it. "you've been so good lately." you praise, feeding him affirmations to hopefully erase his worry over work. slowly spreading your spit with your fingers, "so talented, so handsome..." your list off, making sure to keep adding spit so that he's wet enough to not feel weird in your mouth. he squirms under your touch, hanging on every word with bated breath. "always such a good boy." you punctuate your sentence by kissing his tip, an action that makes his hips jerk involuntarily. "please," he whispers out, his hands balling up into tight fists. you were going to continue boosting his ego but clearly he wants your mouth to do something else.

heeseung's sensitive, he typically is but it's glaringly obvious when he gasps at you simply taking the head into your mouth. you take him in slowly, lazily working him in inch by inch by until he touches the back of your throat and then pulling back up. he's like a ticking time bomb, unable to keep quiet while you gently suck, letting out any and every mouth at plays at his vocal chords. gradually you get faster, establishing a steady pace as you take him in and out of your mouth. he's a mess beneath you, usually chatty during times like these he's all moans, groans, whimpers and curses. "fuck, please," and "oh, god!" repeated over and over again, whining your name like a prayer any time you swirl your tongue around his tip.

you pull off of him after a few minutes to breathe, using your hand to replace your mouth. "you okay, pretty boy?" you check in, rising to your feet so you can get a good look at his face. his eyes screwed shut, hands laced together above his head as his chest rises and falls with each breath he pants out. he nods weakly, biting at his lips a few times like he's trying to remember how to speak. "please don't stop." he sounds utterly ruined, his voice soft and almost distant like he's another planet. who are you to deny him what he so desperately needs? "such a good boy." you say sweetly, your free hand reaching up to take hold of his jaw as she bend over to give him a quick kiss. "does it feel good?" you ask rhetorically, accepting him nod as an answer for once.

your knees meet the floor again with a muted thud, toying with his slit with your thumb a few times before your wrap your lips around the head once more. your pace resumes as if you never stopped but this time it feels so much better to him. he felt good before, maybe you using your hand for that brief period of time reminded him just how good your mouth feels. a broken whimper escaping him as you take him all the way in once more. "please i need to cum-" he cuts himself off, grasping at the blanket above. you rarely deny him, rarely edge him at all, so the way he's begging for release like you'll take it away is a bit amusing. you suck a little harder, bob your head a little faster, maybe that's what he's begging for. the sound he lets out answers your question, a moan so loud you fear his throat might hurt later.

♡ 24/7 soft domination... heeseung doesn't just want to be dominated, he needs it. it makes him feel loved, cared for, fulfilled. he wants to be reminded to eat, shower, given rewards for completing tasks, have rules set for him and reprimanded when he breaks them. heeseung is the embodiment of a soft submissive, he may enjoy some roughness or the exploration of more taboo things in the bedroom but in his day to day life all he wants to be controlled in the most loving and gentle way possible.

♡ mommy kink heeseung likes to be guided and to give himself to his domme completely, similar to how he craves soft domination, he desires titles and nicknames that mirror that dynamic. "master" is too harsh, "miss" feels to formal, but "mommy" is just right for him, it's sweet and echoes the nurturing relationship between you two. he has little to no shame about using it anywhere, at any time, in front of anyone; it's natural for him.

♡ possession there are few things that make heeseung feel as loved and wanted as hearing things like "you're mine," "my boyfriend," and possessive little touches such as holding his waist or resting your hand on his thigh. there's a great appeal to him about being yours and he can be equally as possessive, you're his and that means something to him.

♡ marking it goes hand in hand with his affinity for possessiveness, your lipstick on his cheek, lips or neck, little scratches on his back or thighs, hickeys on his neck and chest, the occasional hand print; he lives for it. they're all reminders that you were there and he wants you to be decorated in little marks of his affection as well. when it comes to markings, anything you give me - he wants to give you, you're just as much his as he is yours, right?

♡ puppy play... jake loves to be told what to do, he strives for positive reinforcement and rewards. have him fetch you a drink, sit at your feet, or even lay in a dog bed; there's nothing this puppy won't do. he loves leashes, commands, and the delightfully degrading experience of being a house pet for you. this dynamic is all the time for him, jake can't be left to his own devices, he needs your guidance! when it comes to having a puppy like jake that means putting up with his forgetful nature and constant need for attention. honestly, he'd stop talking and start barking if you told him to.

♡ oral fixation... bone shaped toys, fingers, a piece of candy, doesn't matter to jake! his mouth needs to be kept busy. he's a drooly little thing, one may even say that his tongue has a mind of its own because he will randomly start licking you and he will not know why. when he's too much with the lapping, you can put his mouth to work between your thighs, kill two birds with one stone.

♡ bladder control... jake thrives under your control, he loves to be told what he can and can't do, a clear distinction between right and wrong. one thing he really enjoys is being told "yes" which means asking explicit permission to do almost anything; in the comfort of your home (and occasionally on outings with just the two of you) he likes to be told when he can and can't use the restroom.

♡ high maintenance, high stamina... as before mentioned, jake needs a lot of attention, he's very obedient and will do almost anything you say but if he feels like you're not giving him enough attention he will begin to act out. jake is needy, this boy has needs that must be met in order to keep him happy. he has a high sex drive and need to please, tell him what a good boy is and milk him dry—don't worry he can take it.