#sub!x1

seungwoo was always the best for you, always so polite and doing exactly what you say. but, you weren’t always in a particularly good, nice, or giving mood.

seungwoo always looked so good when he was writhing and squirming under you in pain and pleasure, so how could you resist?

seungwoo wasn’t complaining when you were very suddenly tugging him towards your bedroom and pushing him onto the bed. he wore a smile on his face as you kissed him, quite roughly but he didn’t mind.

his hair is disheveled and his lips are a bit swollen from the force of the kiss when you pull away. he’s obedient and quiet when you walk over to your closer to tug out a small box.

you set the box down beside him, and he resists the urge to peak inside. you pull out a pair of handcuffs and his eyes light up.

“shirt off and hands up, pretty boy.” you whisper, cupping his jaw in your left hand. he tugs his shirt off and pulls his arms up and over his head so that you’re able to attach the cuffs to his wrists.

he pulled his hands back down to sit over his chest. he lays back on the bed, and scoots up a bit to the pillows at the head of the bed. you unbuckle the belt on his black jeans.

you pulled them down and off, smirking when you saw precum staining his boxers. “eager, aren’t we?” you teased, rubbing your thumb over the spot, causing him to jerk a bit and then whine.

“how can i not be?” he asks, clenching his thighs together. you push his legs back open and then pull his boxers down as well. his cock springs out from his boxers, and sets on his stomach, smearing precum around his lower abdomen.

he blushes under your stare, suddenly a bit timid of being completely undressed. “you’re so pretty like this, woo. but you’ll be even prettier in a few minutes when you’re covered in your own tears and cum.” you whisper, using your fingernail to trail down his thigh, leaving a red line in its wake.

he squirms and whines again. his breathing hitches when you get into the bed as well, kneeling in between his legs. a shiver goes up his spine when he feels your hands finally touch his cock.

his breathing quickens when he feels you slowly jerk him off, making sure to tease his tip as you do so, spreading the precum around and using it as a lubricant.

he whines at the slow pace you set, doing his best not to buck his hips up into your fist. he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back onto the pillows. soft moans and sounds leave his mouth as he continues to try and be god for you.

he doesn’t expect it when he feels your lips attach to his tip. he groans, thighs trembling. his hands are gripping and clasping around nothing when he feels your tongue swirl around the pretty veins that decorated his cock.

he seemed to be close already, mind clouded and filled with thoughts of you and only you, his eyes are closed, and his thighs tremble every time your lips suckle his tip.

“i-i’m close…” he whispers, voice trembling and wavering. you wait until he’s at his very peak, about to completely burst, and then, you pull away.

he whines loudly and bucks his hips on shamelessly into the air, trying to grasp any friction that he can reach even the smallest remains of his orgasm.

“w-why?” he asks, eyes pleading as his hands tug at the handcuffs on his chest. “because, darling, you sound so pretty when you’re like this. you can take it though, right? for me?” you ask and nod your head to persuade him to nod his, and it works; he nods his head and mutters a slight ‘yeah…’

“good.” you whisper, and place your hands back onto his cock. “maybe if you can be a good boy, you can cum this time.” the both of you knew he was going to be good for you regardless, but he still nodded his head in determination.

he was as still as he could be when he felt the tips of your fingers trace the ridges and veins of his hard cock. his eyes fluttered shut, and he let you have your way again.

you start off strong, thumb circling the head and pressing delicately into the slit. he squirms a bit, shivering and he leans into your touch.

he doesn’t expect it when you wrap you hand around him, moving slowly to begin. he moans out loud as you go faster, hands clasping around nothing as he bucks his hips up into your touch.

“a-ah, ohmygosh-“ he breathes when you move faster in pace tremendously. “you’re getting close, baby? this soon?” you tease, pressing your thumb into his slit again. “y-ah, y-yes, getting so close-“ he whimpers out pathetically.

“you’re gonna cum, pretty boy? gonna cum all over yourself like a good boy?” you ask, caressing his inner thighs in a teasing manner.

“y-yes, gonna be your g-good - fuck! - boy and cum…” he whispers, chanting your name and title like a mantra. “y/n- oh my God-“ he moans as his back arches off the bed and his hips buck uncontrollably into your fist.

his cum spills onto your hand and drips down to his thighs, the milky white staining your hand. he shivers and trembles as he finishes and you pull away to grab a towel to wipe your hand and his thighs, careful to not cause him pain or oversensitivity.

you grab the key and unlock the handcuffs, tugging them off and dropping them back into the box. he rubs his wrists, looking up at you with cloudy eyes.

“are you okay to go bathe or something? want any food?” you ask him as your hands rake through his hair. “no, i wanna lay with you.” he murmurs, tugging your other hand towards him.