#sub!sehun

     "I'm sorry mommy, I'm really trying not to touch you- I promise I am!" You smiled down at him as his puppy dog eyes came into play, leaning down to press a light kiss to his pouty lips. Normally, you would have already brought out the cuffs, rope, or anything else you had in your toybox to restrain him, but he had been in a subby mood all day today which made him all the more sensitive. When he's in the mood to become your mindless baby boy in the bedroom he complains and complains about the bruises that inevitably end up around his wrists, almost bringing him to tears. While you didn't want to deal with that mess later, sometimes you just didn't have a choice.

     "This is your last warning sweetheart." He violently nodded, gripping the sheets as hard as he could while you started to lower your mouth back down on his cock. The moan that ripped from his throat could be heard clear as day from your living room, where, unbeknownst to either of you, a friend had dropped by to return Sehun's phone charger he had accidentally left in the practice room. 

     Chanyeol had stopped in his tracks as the cry echoed through the house, his face slowly heating up as he realized what it was. He was conflicted. One half of his brain was telling him to sprint out the door and forget this had ever happened while the other half was suddenly reminding how attractive his younger bandmates's girlfriend was. The poor boy hadn't even realized he had climbed the stairs until he was suddenly standing outside your bedroom door, hand outstretched for the doorknob in front of him.

     His hands were shaking as the nerves almost swallowed him whole. What was he doing?! Chanyeol took a small step back, cradling his hand to his chest as he shook his head. Just as his back turned to the door, however, another loud moan ripped through the air. He spun back around, telling himself over and over that a small peek wouldn't hurt. The door opened just a crack, letting the perverted boy's eye scan the small room. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the scene before him.

     Sehun's back was arched off the bed as his fingernails dug into the pillow beneath his thrashing head, trying his damndest to keep his hands from reaching for you. Chanyeol saw your head between your boyfriend's thighs and assumed you were sucking him off, but upon closer inspection realized that you had traveled lower to trace your tongue around the younger's entrance. A low groan vibrated through Sehun's chest as he bit his lip, head tilting in a way that gave Chanyeol a full view of his pleasure filled expression.

     The sight was almost too much to bear as Chanyeol's bulge strained against the fabric of his pants. His trembling hand shyly rubbed at the area between his legs, hoping to find some relief as the other flew up to his mouth to block his lewd sounds. It didn't take long before he decided it wasn't enough, instead unbuttoning his pants to grab ahold of his fully erect cock and pump it at a rather quick pace.

     Sehun's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision still a little blurry with pleasure as he turned his head to nuzzle his cheek into the pillow. Through his pleasure haze, however, he saw a crack in the door. Hadn't you closed it after you pushed him to the bed? It was hard for his mind to fully comprehend what was happening until his eyes had locked onto the pair that he recognized instantly. His face flushed red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

     "M-mommy!" He whined, his thighs unintentionally crushing your head in between them. The action made you look up to his face with a grunt before following his gaze to the door. You smirked as your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones.

     "Oh?" Chanyeol froze up as he realized he had been spotted, the dark look in your eyes making a violent shiver shoot down his spine. He hurriedly pulled up his pants as you made a beckoning movement with your hand, clumsily entering the room. "Well what do we have here? I didn't realize your friend was such a little pervert, baby." You chuckled, glancing over to Sehun to make sure he was okay with this. 

     Sure enough as you gave your boyfriend a once-over you could see his cock twitch against his stomach. The both of you had talked about a situation like this before, having someone else join you in the bedroom that is, but now that it was finally happening you realized it was much more exhilarating than you could have ever imagined. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was much too busy thinking about every worst case scenario as his eyes burned holes into the floor. Surely you would never want to talk to him again, and Sehun would be too grossed out by him to ever hang out the way they used to. What if you told everyone else what happened, just to warn everyone about the disgusting pervert they'd been unknowingly spending time with? What if-

     "Chanyeol!" The boy's head snapped up, the confused puppy dog eyes he was giving you made you forgive him right away. "Did you hear what I said?" He slowly shook his head. You had turned to face him by now, gesturing for him to come even closer from your place on the bed. He hesitantly stepped forward, hands clenched into fists between his legs in a poor attempt to cover up his hard-on. 

     "I asked if you'd like to join us. There's a little lesson I need to teach Sehun that he just can't seem to learn, so a little help would be very much appreciated." You said, seduction dripping in your voice as you ran your fingers along his inner thigh once he had sat down next to you. His breath hitched in his throat, a fire burning in his lower abdomen from your touches as well as the whimper that came from the boy behind him. He slowly nodded his head, mind already foggy from your words as he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

     "Alright, how about you go ahead and take off your clothes, then you can go and sit behind Sehun. Is that alright with you sweetheart?" All he could do was dumbly nod his head again, your sweet voice and gentle touches the only thing he could seem to focus on. "Use your words."

     "Y-yes mommy, I can do that."

     "Alright then darling, go ahead." The words had barely left your mouth before he shot to his feet and began sloppily tugging off his clothes. Jeez, you'd barely done anything and the sweet boy was putty in your hands. You couldn't help the wicked smirk that crossed your face.

He sighs, leaning back into his chair in frustration.

“I’ve been trying to beat this level for almost and hour, but I keep dying at this one point…”

His breath was loud, and his heart was beating so fast it almost jumped out of his chest.

“Mhh, maybe you should take a break, join me in bed.”

The offer was tempting but you knew how stubborn he could be. There was no point in trying to reason with him when he was in one of his competitive moods.

“Fine, guess I’ll have to use my own fingers then, since yours are busy.”

Sehun gulps, his pointer finger tapping rapidly against his mouse.

You make a turn, but he suddenly rolls back his chair and grabs onto your wrist to stop you from leaving.

“Wait, you’re right, I should take a break and it seems like you’re in more desperate need of help than I am with this game.”

You can’t help but chuckle as you watch his cheeks turn red at his own words.

You swiftly pull him out of his chair and push him onto the soft linens of your bed, which was waiting on the other side of the room. Straddling his lap, you grab onto his collar to pull him in for a rough kiss.

It didn’t take much to turn him on and the soft yet dirty feeling of your tongue against his own was enough to tighten his pants.

You grind your hips onto his erection, making him moan into your mouth. Flipping the two of you over you swiftly take off his pants and he does the same to yours.

“Sit on my face.”, you demand, and he immediately obeys.

His hard cock slaps against your necks as he sinks onto your precious features. He bends down to expose his puckering hole and you spread your legs so he can play with your clit.

You let your tongue run over his hot skin, teasing his rim and his short nails dig into your hips desperately.

Sehun harshly sucks your clit, as if it gave him some kind of halt or comfort, but the ruthless teasing of your tongue made him weak beyond belief.

Breathless moans of your name fall from his lips as you gently masse his balls with one hand.

He tries his best to please you with his tongue, but it was impossible to concentrate on anything but your magical wet digit.

“Fuck”, his curses were muffled by your throbbing heat, and you could feel hot drips of precum decorate your torso.

His thighs were shaking next to your shoulders as you push your tongue past his pink rim,

He absentmindedly licks your sensitive bundle of nerves as he pushes his ass back onto your tongue.

Sehun’s eyes were crossed, and his vision became blurry as his stomach tensed up and he could feel his orgasm coming.

You calmly caress his twitching thigh as you let go of his balls and rub the tip of his cock in your palm.

His hips stutter, then he jolts, as you tug on his tip and push your tongue into his hole once more.

He almost bites your clit in surprise as he cums, hard, and spurts semen onto your chest.

His heavy breaths tickle your heat, and you reach down to finish yourself off. Thrusting yourself up against his tongue, you moan his name as you cum and Sehun eagerly licks you clean.

You gently tap his ass as to say: “Well done, baby!”, and he hums against your pussy satisfied.

That, indeed, had been much more rewarding than his game.

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Sehun jolted awake with a start, gasping softly as his eyes snapped open. His breathing was labored, he felt hot all over, and his pants felt a whole lot tighter than he remembered them being when he went to sleep. It only took him a moment to realize what had happened.

“Fuck,” he grunted quietly, grimacing as he rolled onto his side, the hard on he was sporting shifting uncomfortably against the suddenly confining fabric of his thick grey sweats. A low groan sounded, and his attention snapped to the space beside him. It took a moment for his somewhat sleep hazed mind to recall that it was your sleeping form occupying the other half of his mattress. Double fuck.

He cursed under his breath, trying to think of a way to slip out of bed and into his connected bathroom without waking you up. You had always been a light sleeper, and seemed to be able to sense when he was no longer in bed with you.

He really hated when he had wet dreams during your weekly sleepovers. You’d been his best friend for as long as he could remember, but the last time you’d found out he’d had a naughty dream, you teased him about it for a month. And the last thing he wanted was to relive the embarrassment of getting called out for his not-so-innocent subconscious thoughts in front of all of his friends once again. It was torturous enough the first time— he didn’t know if he could live down a second.

Holding his breath, he began to slowly move towards the end of the bed. But he didn’t get very far. Because all of a sudden, you rolled over. He froze, eyes widening to the size of saucers as he felt one of your legs slide up between his. Every muscle in his body went stiff. And all at once there was a pressure— right where he needed it most. He swallowed the desperate moan that had begun to climb its way up his throat, teeth latching on tightly to his bottom lip as it began to tremble with the overwhelming need that was rapidly welling up inside of him.

He let out a shaky breath, before clasping a hand over his gaping lips. The two sides of his mind were immediately at war with one another. One side screamed at him to get out before he did something that he’d regret— while the other lured him deeper into the abyss of pleasure that was already beginning to take hold of his mind and body. And god, when he felt like our leg press up even higher, he couldn’t control himself. His hips were rolling before he could second guess his own actions.

One hand leapt down to fist at the bedsheets between your bodies so that he wouldn’t try and grab onto you, the other still hopelessly restricting the desperate, breathless sounds fluttering off of his small lips. His hips moved in slow, carefully circles at first, too scared you might wake up if he tried anything more. But god— it felt good. Really, really good. His entire body felt hot, sweat gathering above his brow from the self control he was exerting to keep his movements from getting too rough.

But something about the ordeal was sending an adrenaline rush to his head. The thought that you could wake up at any moment and catch his using your thigh to get off— shivers rolled down his spine at the mere idea. And honestly, he couldn’t tell if it was from fear… or excitement.

Either way, his movements subconsciously sped up as he felt a sudden tug in the pit of his stomach. Beneath the palm of his hand, his muffled moans grew louder. He really couldn’t help it. The closer he got to release, the less his body complied to his mind. He gasped as you leg suddenly pressed up higher, his hips snapping forward roughly as a strangled mixture between a moan and whimper crawled up his throat.

It was about then that he caught the corner of your lip curling upward.

He thought he’d feel embarrassed if you caught him, or at the very least have the decency to feel ashamed of himself— but he didn’t feel either of those things. In fact, the pleasure coursing through his body seemed to increase tenfold. The restraints he’d been keeping on himself to keep from waking you up snapped completely. The hand previously pressed against his lips leapt to grip at the front of your shirt, while the other moved to hold the top of your thigh.

Your eyes finally opened at the feeling of his hands tightening in your shirt, and he felt himself go light headed. Your stare was intense, hot and dark as you gazed shamelessly at his flushed face. You took your sweet time taking him in, his adorable lips parted and trembling, eyes hooded and desperate, silently pleading, his lean, toned body practically shaking beside yours. Who knew when you’d get to see him like this again, might as well appreciate the moment while you can.

“Sehun...” He couldn’t restrain the gravelly sound that ripped itself from his lips at the sound of you saying his name, voice low and singed with lust. His eyes fluttered, face rolling into the soft pillow below his head. He gasped softly as he suddenly felt your hands on him, taking gentle hold of his frantically thrusting hips and helping them find a steadier rhythm that felt oh–so right. He was more than happy to let you take control and guide his body closer to release, and you praised him quietly for his immediate compliance, “Good boy.”

You might only be best friends, but shit, you knew what he liked.

His body suddenly stalled, jerking and shuddering sporadically as he pushed his flushed face into the curve of your neck. With a strangled, breathless “fuck”, he came crashing down on his high, eyes rolling, hips sputtering, choking on soft moans and low whimpers as he soiled the inside of his grey sweats. You allowed your hand to soothingly caress his back, silently encouraging him to work himself through the mind numbing pleasure of his release.

A low chuckle rolled off your lips when he finally went limp against you, hot breath hitting your skin in short, quick puffs as he subconsciously melted into your soft touches.

“So…” you broke the comfortable silence that had encased you, voice twinged with playfulness.

Even with his face hidden against your shoulder, you knew whatever endearing hue of pink was adorning his cheeks in that moment darkened a shade. There was another lull of brief silence as he tried to swallow back his embarrassment, and you almost cooed as his nose nuzzled against your collarbone, eyelashes tickling you skin.

He didn’t bother to pull away from you as he murmured, “we never speak of this again.”

A wide grin split your lips, amused by his quick assuming, “I was actually just going to ask if you wanted to borrow a pair of pants.”