#sub minhyuk

he adores every inch of you. even when his teasing words are a little more cruel than usual, he’s still just completely enamored. he watches you intently with his own little smile, only you in his vision and on his mind, “i should sit on your lap more often, minnie. you’re never this quiet.”

“you’re even prettier up close,” he murmurs, “let me take a second to admire you.”

“take as many seconds as you please, in fact, please do keep your eyes on me,” your words are soft yet commanding and his heart jumps when he notices out of his peripherals that you’re moving your hand closer to his crotch and suddenly you’re teasing him with light little scratches on his inner thigh that have him shivering, “good boy.”

he likes praise. for how much of a demon he could be, he loved praise far too much for his own good. it was often your best weapon. today he was so docile though, it would be cruel to overuse your best weapon.

so you setting for teasing, getting off his lap to sit in between his legs and lean in to kiss him. and minhyuk is anything but a boring partner, so he kisses back with fire. there’s an intense and passionate lover inside of him that just needs to be brought out. out he comes.

he bites your lip as he pulls away, smiling ear to ear as you both collect your breath. you hold his jaw with one hand so you can angle his face away, giving yourself perfect access to his pretty jawline and neck, “i think you have an obsession with giving me hickeys, lover. this is an addiction,” he says.

“but why would i not be an addict for you?” you ask, and he rolls his eyes, trying to be subtle about how he’s feeling you up but he can’t, “seems like i’m not the only one with a problem.”

“you’re talking a little too much,” he comments, making you chuckle dryly, “ride me, please?”

and suddenly you’re all too eager to go back to leaving hickeys on his neck to gleefully avoid his request. making him whine is life’s greatest pleasure. your lips are soft but your teeth are harsh, and every time you bite he whimpers and every time you suck on the wounds you leave he flinches. with those gorgeous reactions, who wouldn’t adore him?

“please? baby please- i’m so needy for you,” he pleas as you’re undoing the buttons on his shirt to kiss and mark his chest, “i’ll eat you out! you can sit on my face or i’ll get on my knees and i’ll make you feel so so good and then you can ride me and i know you like being on top of me just-”

“you’re talking a little too much, min,” you respond sassily, cutting him off with a smirk that makes his stomach flip as he gazes up at you, still unable to take his eyes off of you, “but you’re lucky I’m the nice one in this relationship.”

his eyes light up as you both undress as quickly as possible, both in a rush to get your hands and lips back on each other. his hands setting on your wait and yours wrap around the crook where his neck meets his shoulders, ready at any moment to turn things up a notch, and he’s all here for it.

you take his cock in your hand, giving him a lot of lazy but long strokes, enough to practically torment the poor guy, “beg for it.”

“please ride me, please. i want to be inside you so badly it’s killing me, please i’ll do anything, i’ll be your good boy just-“ you adjusting to finally sink down on his cock is enough to cut off his rambling, “o-oh, oh fuck-”

“my good boy,” you murmur as you take a deep breath, trying to acclimate to the feeling, but your focus is always on him, “you already look fucked out min, you’re so pretty.”

“i cant- i can’t help it. you feel so good around me,” he groans, his voice becoming weak when you start to move a little bit. just some soft rocking movements with one of your hands on your clit rubbing slowly.

his eyes flutter closed as he attempts to take it all in, but your hand on his cheek makes him wonder why and thus opens his eyes again, “you gotta keep your eyes on me. i wanna watch you fall apart.”

“it won’t take long-” he whimpers from a particularly harsh movement of your hips, but it makes you moans so he doesn’t really care. break his dick for all he cares, “i’m a mess for you.”

“i can… see that,” you whisper. you both fall a little silent in terms of words, but it’s all made up for in the close contact and moans and sighs and more. you can tell exactly how the other is feeling without a word.

the first tell is that his face scrunches up a bit when he gets close, so you could tell the feeling was really building when his face gave it all away. the second tell is the harsh grip on your waist, like he was holding onto his last bits of restraint, that would definitely lead to bruises if you didn’t stop you (you don’t). the final tell is the way he starts to fall apart, he shakes and he trembles.

his eyes close right before it hits him, but you’re sure to remind him that he’s gotta keep his eyes open and on you just in time to watch him fall apart, and i mean truly fall apart. he makes a face you’d see in porn or hentai, if only for the fact his eyes weren’t rolled back. he sticks his tongue out and his whole expression is just erotic. and you’re not too far behind him.

Shownu

As the leader of a group of 5 rambunctious man-children (well, more like 4, kihyun isn't as much of a handful) he tends to be exhausted by the time he comes home but at the same time he wants to be able to get intimate with you so he finds himself in a lil bit of a conundrum. Once he stumbles upon somnophilia he honestly doesn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner. So one night when he gets home, he finds you in the bedroom reading a book and flops down beside you. He starts to leave a trail of lazy kisses along your neck and talks about the new thing he learned. You don't need to be asked twice before you're palming the bulge in his pants as he slowly starts to doze off. His voice ends up getting higher in pitch as he falls asleep, his hips constantly jerking up into your touch. He's in the same boat as Wonho in the sense that he wants you to mark him up so he can see them the next morning. The soreness he feels in his bones when he drags himself out of bed in the morning makes him even crazier for you if that were even possible. All in all he loves you more than life itself and the fact you can use him whenever you want turns him on a lot. 

Wonho

You'd have to be crazy to think he wouldn't be into this. Wonho's is so sweet and pliant and just willing to do anything for you at the drop of a hat so you like to treat him sometimes without him having to worry about pleasuring you. The best way to do that is to take care of him when he's sleeping. He looks so cute with his lil cheek squished against his pillow, his shorts riding up to show off even more of his lovely thighs so you can't really stop yourself from being all over him. His favorite thing is when you leave marks all over him while he's sleeping; hickeys that cover his chest, thighs, and neck and well as red lines from your nails raking over his skin or small bruises from where you squeeze him particularly hard. He loves to wake up to the lovely ache all over his skin and he's pleasantly surprised when he looks in the mirror and sees how you've marked him as your own without his knowledge. He'll get all giddy and stare at the marks for hours if he can cause he loves them so much :,))

Minhyuk

Poor puppy can never seem to take his mind off of you, especially when he was sleeping apparently. Of course you loved having intimate time with your boyfriend but you were a little less than enthusiastic when it was at three am and you had to get up for work in four hours. You were suddenly reminded of the conversation you had had with Minhyuk last week, when he told you if he ended up bothering you when you were sleeping with his "problems" (since it happened more often than you would think) you could use him to tire his body out since that seems to be the only way his past partners had been able to solve it. That was what led you to edging his unconscious body four times before deciding to let him cum. It definitely helped diffuse the situation but you couldn't help yourself, he just looks and sounds so pretty moaning for you. It's not like he'd ever stop you from doing it. If the way he came as soon as he woke up to his cock in your mouth was any indication, you were certain he liked it too. Sometimes when he's just starting to wake up in the middle of a session you like to tease him because his brain is so fuzzy he can only chant one phrase over and over. Like if you say "You're my sweet lil puppy, aren't you baby? Such a whore, letting me use your body like this." He'll end up in an endless loop of saying "Your sweet puppy! Your slutty little puppy!" Over and over again until you finally let him cum. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't taken a picture or two before 👀

Kihyun

Not only does he enjoy it, he encourages you to. How can you possibly resist someone so pretty and pliant just waiting to be used?? On the days he gets home before you, he'll make sure to put on some pretty lingerie before falling asleep for you to find when you start running your hands all over his body. It really is impossible to resist him then. You also found out that you could make him start to cry even when he's asleep and you've made it your mission to watch him do it every time after that. His eyes will be closed, some pretty lace adorning his body as his body twitches and spasms in your grasp and after edging him for a little while you see the tears start to trail beautifully down his cheeks and you're certain you've never seen him look more beautiful. He'll be hella embarrassed when he wakes up and feels the tears on his face and he'll jerk his head to the side and bury it into the pillow so you can't see the beauty of his tears which is slightly disappointing but his embarrassed whines make up for it.

Hyungwon

Oh my god he's the biggest slut for somnophilia. There is nothing he wants more than to wake up to the feeling of your strap thrusting into him, his orgasm washing over him as he struggles to comprehend what's happening in the world around him. He loves when you use his body for your own pleasure so he encourages you to use it whenever you want. He also doesn't like being woken up in the middle of the night for anything so it's better for both parties if you just do what you want and let him sleep. And his little whines and whimpers when he's sleeping are even cuter somehow?? It's mostly because when he's awake he's embarrassed by his own noises so he tends to keep them down, but when he's sleeping he no longer has control over how vocal he is so he'll whimper and squirm with the lightest touch. You'll be lightly trailing your fingertips over his inner thighs, watching his breathing pick up before you rake your nails down the sensitive skin just to hear his sweet whimpers as his body jerks under you. He's the prettiest like that so who are you to pass up that opportunity?

Jooheon

I don't know why but I can imagine him being a lil bit of a sleep talker, like if you talk to him when he's sleeping he'll say something back even tho he isn't awake so when you start touching him when he's asleep he'll start babbling even tho he isn't really conscious. You could be touching him and he'll start whining and squirming and if you ask him "How does this feel baby? Knowing I can use your body like my own little toy whenever I want to, huh?" And he'll just start babbling about how good you feel and how much he likes it and it's all kinda slurred together because he isn't awake but it's super fucking cute so you love to do it. Jooheon does enjoy waking up to you playing with him, telling him what a sweet boy he is for you and praising him nonstop. And he already cums relatively quickly but he's so much more sensitive when he's asleep so by the time he wakes up you've already made him cum like three times but he doesn't mind. It's one of the first things he comprehends when he finally does wake up so he starts begging you to milk him of everything he has. It's even cuter if you get some of his cum on your fingers and shove them in his mouth cause he still can't fully comprehend what's happening so his head will flop to the side and the cum you had on your fingers just kinda drips from the corner of his mouth, covering both his cheek and the pillow beneath him. Overall, Jooheon + somnophilia is a true blessing to this world.

Changkyun

2nd biggest slut 😔✊. You can really do whatever you want with him when he's sleeping, he's given you full permission for everything. The only thing off limits is blindfolding cause obviously if he wakes up to being tied up and blindfolded he's gonna freak the fuck out, but everything else is on the table. That being said, however, no matter how many times you've made him cum, if he wakes up to you playing with him while he's tied to the bed he will become hard as a rock. If he doesn't wake up during (somehow) then he immediately gets turned on when he wakes up the next morning to the stinging red marks on his wrists so then you have another problem to deal with. Changkyun is such a sweetheart when he first wakes up as well (if your playing with him) so he'll just sit there with no complaints as you absolutely ravish his tired body. He's so much easier to deal with when he's sleeping cause he can't talk back to you so maybe you should savor the time you have before he fully wakes up, just saying-

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Wonho

He sits on the floor of your living room, panting as he calms down from his intense workout. His eyes are closed from exhaustion and his head is too foggy to hear you kneeling down behind him. You let your hands glide over his thighs, squeezing on the sensitive flesh, your mouth nibbling on his sweat covered neck.

You see his eyes shoot open through the mirror; jaw dropped in a wince as you brutally exploit his weak state.

“What- what are you doing?”

“You look so good all red and glistening, I just want a taste of you.”

You pull on his earlobe with your teeth and his eyes turn glassy. His tent is visible through his shorts, his overworked muscles tensing under the lightest touch. His glance pleads you to have mercy on him, but he drops his head back against your shoulder, sinking into your hold as he clearly doesn’t want you to stop.

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Minhyuk

You lower your head onto him, stopping midway to let his length rest in your mouth. He grunts, hand falling into your hair instinctively, but you slap it away, a piercing gaze warning him off.

“I don’t have to touch you but then you have to move!”

You let your nails drag down his torso, teeth biting lightly down on his cock to express your disliking of his demanding tone.

His nipple turns a shade of bright pink as you twirl it between your fingers, your tongue licking a clean stripe up one of his veins.

He tries to jerk his hips into you, but every move is met with a stilling hand on his tight, getting him to calm down and spread wider. His lower lip is trapped between his teeth as he tries to hold in his sounds, embarrassed of how good it felt to be hurt, but no layer of skin could hide the guttural moan that your finger sets free as it circles his rim.

He was a prey trapped in your net and that thought turned him on more than he could have ever imagined.

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Kihyun

“I like the sex we have, but I want more. I want to take control, show you how good I can make you feel.”

He let out a chuckle as your hot breath fanned against his ear, “Go ahead then, but just know I won’t make it easy for you.”

You catch his lips in a kiss, hands moving under his shirt as you tickle his soft skin. You guide him to the bed as your tongues dance around each other, hearts pounding with need.

You pull away, quickly spinning him around, pressing his head into the sheets as you grind your hips against his ass. He let’s out an unexpected moan from the rough motion, his hand shooting up to his mouth to muffle any further sounds. Grabbing his wrists, you pull his hands behind his back, snapping the handcuffs in place, which you had carefully hid underneath the blanket.

The hairs on the back of his neck stand tall as you grab onto his ass, kneading his cheeks through the fabric of his jeans.

“That wasn’t too hard now, was it.”

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Hyungwon

Your hands rinse the foam off his body, gliding down his arms and back to clean up every inch of skin. You lean your body against him, pressing him into the wall, your eyes set on his face as it contorts in pleasure when your hands find his cock. He was never this submissive, planting his hands on the wall so you could do whatever you wanted to, but the hot steam turned his mind into mush, making him weak and dumb under you.

His cheeks match the water in heat as your knee rests between his thighs to push them apart.

“Look at me baby. Show me how beautiful I can make you look.”

He tries to meet your gaze but fails, too shy to look you in the eyes as the pleasure rushes through him like an electric shock. You rub your thumb over his tip, raising his chin with your pointer finger to see his tired eyes and the drool that slipped through his plump lips.

The force of your thigh intensifies as he’s unable to hold himself up anymore, your body becoming his only support.

He is too far gone to notice his cum decorating his torso, but when you carry him to your shared bed, he musters the courage to tell you to do that again.

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Jooheon

His big eyes pop out as he jolts his head to look at you. Your hand had slipped beneath the waist band of his sweatpants as you were watching a movie with him and his members. The heat rushes to his cheeks and he shakily grips onto your wrist, mouthing to you what you were doing.

“My hands are cold baby, will you let me heat them up?”, you whisper onto his lips as you lean into him.

“B-... but the members- they- they are right here…” His words broke through stuttered gasps, his body tensing up to control the rush of emotions.

“You’re mine, remember? I can take you whenever and wherever I want.”

Diverting his attention back onto the screen he tries his hardest to forget about the pleasure, the embarrassment of getting caught fuelling his commitment to stay focused. But the way you took control of him, used him, fogged up his brain, his cock throbbing in your hold.

You watch his expression as it tenses and relaxes as you slowly jerk him off, making him fall apart in the presence of all of his members.

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Changkyun

He was rummaging through your closet, trying to find a replacement for the t shirt that you had spilled soup on, when a box fell into his hands, the cover dropping to the floor. His eyes almost fell out of his head when saw the contents of the carton, gulping down a surprised gasp to not alert you of his findings. He quickly puts the box back in its place, running to get you the clean shirt.

You look his blushing figure up and down, noticing an accessory that wasn’t there before. A black choker decorated his neck, making his veins pop. You hook your finger under the band, pulling him towards you till his face is right in front of yours.

“You shouldn’t take things that aren’t yours.”

Your stern tone made him tremble, his knees caving in as every word rushed right to his crotch. Before he knew it, his face was buried in your heat, cock leaking onto the floor as you used his hair to guide his every move.

He’d never admit it, but he had been dreaming of this moment since the day he met you.

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lee hoseok/wonho:

his jaw hangs open with his pretty eyes closed as he takes in the overwhelming pleasure, shaking from a high that’s left him breathless. he has just enough mind left to remember that he could break the headboard if he isn’t careful with his muscled arms tied above his head. you both had to learn the hard way before just how strong he really was.

his heavy breaths are the only sounds that fill the room as you give him a moment to get himself together enough for you both to shower. you press faint little kisses on his hand or his shoulder as you wait patiently. there’s no rush, and besides, he’s quite the view like this.

your hand massages his chest absentmindedly the moment you can see those thoughts return to him, “was i- was i good? did you even cum? we can keep going, i don’t mind-”

“you can’t handle any more, sweetheart. let it go,” you cut him off, a soft smile on your features, “you were good. you’re always perfect to me.”

lee minhyuk:

cum splattered on his trembling torso leaves him looking so deliciously wrecked, not to mention the look of desperation and helplessness permanently etched on his face. his wrists are bruised from all the struggling in those handcuffs, and his poor butt will be stinging with an ache that won’t leave him for a week at least.

but he looks content as you wipe the cum off of him, helping him to the bathroom where you can clean him up properly. he watches you blankly with dazed eyes and a dopey little smile as you focus so intently, he’s endeared by how much you care every single time.

“baby,” you whisper to him, so spaced out and happy that you have to wave your hand in front of his face to get his attention, “let’s get you dressed. i’ll order us food, and we can have a movie night. how does that sound?”

yoo kihyun:

tears stain his cheeks as he hiccups, crying as he cums for the third time that night. he begs for that to be the last one because it felt like if he had to keep going his body would just break. he clings to your arm as you hush his crying, cum covering his stomach and thighs and the towel underneath him. he doesn’t even have it in him anymore to be embarrassed, the little tingles of pleasure rippling through him as the high subsides.

“kihyun, darling,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. he’s too sweaty for it to be too cute of a moment, but it’s comforting to him, your touch is such a comfort, “sweetie, you did so well. i’m so proud.”

he was grateful he was already crying because your loving words and your softest touch while he’s in such a vulnerable and bare state would have made him more emotional than he’d like to admit.

chae hyungwon:

he lays limply on the bed, still breathing heavy but mostly recovered from a high so intense that he’s always amazed at just how incredible being yours feels. you make him sit up reluctantly and hand him a bottle of water with the lid already unscrewed and as he drinks, you’re already sitting behind him, rubbing his back and all those tense muscles seem to relax with just a little bit of pressure.

he moans lightly the entire time, but you never do it hard enough to really hurt, “talk to me, won. how are you doing after that?”

“good, i’m alright. you- ah, you’re a lot stronger than i was anticipating,” he says somewhat exasperatedly, but you both laugh it off and he goes back to drinking his water.

you sigh comfortably, suddenly more lovey dovey in that moment, “i love you, won.”

he smiles, “i love you too.”

lee jooheon:

he holds the pillow close as he shivers even though he really isn’t cold. your session hadn’t been that intense, but you always make him feel so good and he’s so far up in the clouds that he needs you to safely bring him back down.

“honey,” your touch helps to ground him as you lay behind him, holding his waist.

he feels so small and adored being held like this, so dizzy and dazed he can barely do anything besides lie there and let you whisper little nothings in his ear.

he always gets butterflies like this. your words always make him happy but there’s something about being in this state while you whisper to him, “i love you, sweetie. you did so well, always my good boy,” that just gets him lost in contentment. you smile, “take your time coming down, sweetheart. i’ll be here the whole time.”

im changkyun/i.m:

his head between your thighs was definitely the prettiest sight, but it’s easy to admit that he looks adorable with his head resting on your lap. you would have stopped a while ago after he came, but he’s always adamant about you getting off too. his fingers gently rub your thigh as he sits on the floor beside the bed, still resting his head on your thighs and leaving faint little kisses that make you giggle.

“kyunnie?” you say, and his eyes flutter open, looking up at you so adoringly, “how do you feel, baby?”

he sighs comfortably, like he’s in a daze. you help him up off the floor and cuddle him on the bed, brushing his dark hair out of his pretty eyes as he murmurs, “i’m happy.”

“i’m glad,” you whisper, this time it’s you pressing kisses to his shoulder, “let me hold you for a few minutes and then i’ll get up and take care of the mess, and i’ll also make you something to eat, okay?”

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lee hoseok/wonho:

completely opposite from shownu, wonho is always needy and has no problems initiating, but he’s also incredibly attentive and notices something is wrong rather quickly.

“on your knees, baby,” you murmur, and right away he slides off the bed to fall to his knees, maybe bruising them a bit, but he knows you love to see him bruised up and he’s happy to make his body your canvas. he sits obediently, waiting for his next command, but he doesn’t get it. instead, you just run your fingers through his hair with a distant look on your face.

he knows in a normal situation he should stay silent, but he decides that this isn’t a right situation, “y/n? is- is everything okay?”

you snap out of your daze, “i- yeah, i’m fine. can we… not do this today, though? i’m sorry.”

“of course! that’s okay! do you… wanna talk about it?” he asks as he stands up, climbing back into bed next to you.

you sigh as he pulls you closer, holding you against his chest, “just feeling kinda icky? i’ve been feeling bad about domming for a few days, i guess i can’t hold it in anymore. can you, uhm, can you say nice things? about me?”

he tries to hold in the ‘you should have told me!’ speech that he can feel already coursing through his body because he can tell it’s not what you need nor want, “you’re the most amazing, baby, the most beautiful, the sweetest, the kindest, most loving, you’re my everything, y/n. i love you.”

“i love you too, bunny. thank you.”

lee minhyuk:

he seems like he’d be oblivious, but in fact he’s probably the most attentive to any changes in your mood whether they be sudden or gradual.

and in the moment, where that sudden “what the fuck am i doing?” realization hits you, he spots it immediately. it’s obvious in the shift from that intensely focused and amused look in your eyes to a much more nervous one. it’s obvious in the way you don’t continue your movements, both leaving him physically tense and frustrated but mentally worried out of his mind, “y/n,” he mumbles. not your title or honorific, but just your name.

“i- yeah? what is it, min?” you stutter, but the facade crumbles quickly.

“red,” he whispers like it’s a forbidden word, but it’s for your sake and not his, so there’s no hesitation in his words.

“oh fuck, i’m sorry, min, here let me-”

“wait! listen to me,” he stops you from getting off of him, pulling you close instead, “i’m fine. i’m okay and i feel good and i liked what you were doing. you’re okay, you’re not a monster, you’re not a bad person.”

you don’t ever need to tell him what’s going on in order for him to know exactly the words to say, “really? you’re- you’re okay? then why did you-”

“you needed the scene to stop,” he says, “how about you let me take care of us today? i can clean up, and we can lay in bed for a few hours and cuddle, alright?” you shake your head, trying once again to get off of time, but you should have known that once minhyuk has you in his arms, you’re not getting out, “y/n, sweetie, you always take care of me, and we’ve both failed to meet your needs this time. c’mon, let me at least try and help you feel better, please?”

yoo kihyun:

kihyun makes it a point that you both talk about your feelings constantly regarding the dynamic and before and after scenes, mostly because he had experienced a lot of sub drop over the course of your relationship when he kept trying to hide any bad feelings. so because he expects full honesty from himself, he expects the same from you.

all the bad feelings come to a head when you give in and decide to talk about them, “ki?” you murmur to him next to you, and he hums in response, “can you come here?”

he finally looks up, almost worried he had done something wrong before he sees the melancholic look on your face. he comes close to you, enough for you to pull him in, hold him with every fiber of your being, “honey, what’s wrong?”

you try to be straightforward and honest, just like how he tries to be, “i’ve been feeling bad since yesterday about what i said, about liking it when you cry.”

“are you worried about how i felt about it? or do you feel like a bad person because of it?”

you sigh, “kind of both.”

“first of all, i thought that it was incredibly hot in the moment, so don’t worry at all about that first bit,” he chuckles half-heartedly, holding you tightly against himself in return, “and secondly, you’re not a bad person for enjoying that. you knew i was consenting and we talked about everything beforehand. you didn’t do anything i didn’t want.”

“you’re sure?”

“i wouldn’t lie to you, y/n. i’m sure. now what can i do after a scene to help you feel good? obviously i might need more attention physically, but aftercare is for you too.”

chae hyungwon:

hyungwon is caring in his own little, quiet way. in the way he’ll take care of chores for you or press a kiss to your forehead even as you’re asleep when he leaves or in the way he’ll notice you’re having a bad day and silently ask to hug and hold you until you feel better. he’s quietly caring.

and it’s the same now. he’s silent unless you ask him to talk, holding you quietly as you both sit on the bed, “i’m sorry, wonnie.”

“don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong. just talk to me.”

“i’m so tired,” you groan, feeling his touch on your shoulder to keep you grounded, “i just feel so constantly paranoid that this isn’t what you want and i’m really just hurting you and you don’t actually want this, you’re just saying you do for my sake-”

“y/n,” he whispers, brining you attention back to him, “i have clear hard limits for a reason, and you’ve always respected them. i get that you’re trying to attentive to what i want, but i need you to trust and believe me. anything i let you do or ask you to do to me is something i want. you’re okay.”

“i’m okay, okay, just- just keep holding me. and- and keep reassuring me, please, i need to hear it,” you feel him adjust as you speak, lying down and pulling you to rest against his chest.

“of course, i’ll say those words until my lips are blue.”

lee jooheon:

he’s an angel, if a bit dense, that only wants the best for you both. so it takes him a moment to catch what’s going on, especially because he was incredibly needy for you but he can never stand to see you this messed up yet trying to keep it together.

“baby!” he calls out, hoping to catch your attention, but you’re too into your phone to look at him, “please, y/n, i’m so needy for you. i want to be all yours. so take me please, please don’t ignore me-”

“joo, please leave me be, i want to be alone,” you whisper, but your shaky voice worries him more than your words confuse and upset him.

“darling, talk to me, please,” he pleads, resting his head in your lap in order to make you look at him, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“i just- i feel bad, okay? i don’t want this right now,” you try to keep your voice still, but it’s in vain, “fuck, jooheon, i don’t want to do this right now, okay?”

“i wasn’t- i wasn’t pressuring you into doing anything! i’m just worried about you!”

“well i just- the idea of what… i normally do today, makes me feel icky, you know?” you feel him wrap his arms around you in a weird sort of cuddle position, “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head cutely, and you run your fingers through his hair sweetly, “don’t be, let’s just lie here till you feel better. i love you, y/n, i love you so much.”

im changkyun/i.m:

in the moment he says the safeword, changkyun isn’t focused on you, and you’re not focused on you. you’re focused on taking care of him, getting him in a more comfortable position, and asking what happened. you’re not thinking about yourself as you comfort him and lull him to sleep, and you don’t think about yourself until long past he’s fallen asleep.

but then you do think about yourself. it’s so worrying to hear the word in the moment, but once the adrenaline wears off and all there is is the stifulling and suffocating fear of ever doing that again and the cruel shame that it even happened this one time is enough to wreck any chance of falling asleep together you might have.

you sit in the kitchen, drinking a cup of water, when a grumpy and tired changkyun walks out of the bedroom and clings to your back, “why are you out of bed?”

“i wasn’t feeling good, honey. go lie down, i’ll be back soon,” you murmur hushedly, but he doesn’t leave you be.

“please don’t feel bad about earlier. it wasn’t your fault that it was too much for me.”

“baby, it kind of is. i shouldn’t have pushed you that far, and now i just, i don’t feel good. i can't- i can’t sleep. i don’t even want to look at you because i’m too afraid to face it.”

“then don’t look at me, it’s dark anyway. just listen to my voice, let me try to soothe you, okay? we can talk about what happened and how it’ll be handled later on in the morning. for now, let’s go back to bed. do you want me to sing a little bit for you to lull you to sleep?”

—

he sits while you stand, staring up at you, begging with the way he looks at you, “your- your cunt,” he he’s shyer than ever now, but he doesn’t look away. he physically can’t disobey you right now, “i want you to sit on my face.”

you run your fingers through his hair, and he can’t help leaning into your touch and smiling softly whilst you pet him, “is that want you want puppy? i could touch you, if you’d like. i could suck you off and swallow all your cum or fuck you until you can’t speak from how much you scream, you know.”

he groans at your words, imagining what you describe, your mouth on him driving him wild or your hand tugging at his hair from behind as you fuck him mercilessly, “it’s not the same,” he murmurs, “want to please you more.”

you smile as you stop petting his hair, choosing to push him against the bed and climb on top of him, “oh? would you rather eat me out and give me orgasm after orgasm while i leave you hard and aching, not letting you cum? or does eating me out make you feel even better than me fucking you? does knowing you’re servicing me get you off even harder, puppy?”

his head is spinning despite being perfectly still, and all he wants is you, “oh, fuck- yes, please just—” his mouth is watering at the idea of tasting you. his oral fixation had only gotten more intense since he met you, and now he can’t handle the need he has for your pussy, “please! please, i need to taste you.”

“it’s cute, minnie, how pathetic you are. you don’t care for being fucked like a good slut anymore, reduced down to absolutely nothing but a measly sex toy. but i suppose we should put that pretty mouth to use, hm?” he nods desperately as you adjust yourself, making sure your pussy is just out of reach for his mouth, and you hold his head down by his neck, “beg a little more, pretty thing.”

his vocabulary is deteriorating by the second, “oh, f-fuck, i- please!” his head is so cloudy and he can’t do more than just babble, pleading and cursing. it’s adorable how you can see the progression of his brain shutting off, just nothing but the need to please you controlling him, “please, please.”

and you finally lower yourself down, letting his mouth get to work. he’s sloppy in the way he fucks you with his tongue his nose brushing your clit. every moan from you satisfies him like no other pleasure could. his mouth feels so incredible you can’t help but grind against him. you know he loves the feeling, being used for your pleasure makes him the happiest.

“fuck, puppy, you’re such a good toy,” you groan breathlessly, as his heart jumps at the praise, moaning against your cunt, which just feels even better, and you can feel yourself already getting close, “c’mon, be useful and make me cum.”

that was all he wanted, to drown in you, in your beautiful moans, and he was dedicated to getting you there no matter how long it took or how tired he was getting or how little air he was getting. he needed you to make you cum as if his life depended on it.

and when you do, he’s so blissful and lightheaded but you don’t let up, grinding against his face, until your orgasm has mostly subsided, moaning so gorgeously it just might make him cum untouched. the cute thing is: you realize that he did, with his own cum staining the front of his pants as evidence, “aw, did puppy really get so worked up he came in his pants? you’re adorable, sweetie.”

he groans as you get off him, and he just looks so adorably fucked out, so out of it and deep in sub space that you can tell he’d happily keep going if you wanted him to, but you decide not to and instead quickly press a kiss to his forehead, “min, baby, you did so well. so, so well, here, let’s get you fully lying down on the bed, okay?” you whisper, pressing more kisses on his face.. it’s such a different tempo than just a minute ago, but his heart jumps at the softness and affection and love, “i’ll get you some water, baby. we can cuddle for a bit, and then we need to shower.”

“did i do well?” he asks cheekily, as though he didn’t hear you tell him exactly that, the post-orgasmic feeling fading as clarity comes back to him. he nuzzles into your chest as you practically cradle him against you.

but you don’t even care, answering his question genuinely with kisses to the crown of his head, “absolutely, sweetheart. you were perfect.”

—

he whines softly at your words. the maid outfit was pink and had frilly trim, and he wanted it off him badly. not because he didn’t like it— he fucking loved it— but he was already so needy.

“you know, i’m really hungry right now. can you go fix me up a snack?” you ask with a smirk you fail to hide. he finally makes eye contact with you i a moment of shock.

“wha-” he questions, but you cut him off. your eyes are dark and he can’t help but love the fear building in his stomach.

“be a good maid, dear. do as you’re ordered,” he nods at your words, deciding to be good and obedient for you. some days he truly had to choose if he wanted to be bratty and give you hell, but today, with how desperate he was, it was hardly a decision at all.

“okay,” he turns to leave, but you stop him.

“what did you say?”

“yes, master,” he mumbles shyly, turns to leave your shared bedroom and enter the kitchen. he decides to cut up some fruit, that should be easy enough. he doesn’t know you’re behind him until he feels your hand on his his shoulder as he’s cutting and your weight against him as he uses the counter to balance himself.

“don’t get startled, i wouldn’t want my maid to cut himself,” you whisper sweetly, kissing the spot just below his ear where you know he’s weakest. if he could even focus enough, he’d laugh at how you keep calling him your maid, making sure to reinforce it and not let him forget it, but it just makes him more horny. he can’t help but tremble excitedly at the power you have over him, “it’s just me, min.”

but you’re so much. and he’s so weak for you, all of you.

the second he finishes cutting up the fruit, he breathes out a sigh of relief. you bring him back to the bedroom with your bowl of fruit in hand. he watches you sit the bowl on the nightstand, and look up back to him. he stands by the door obediently, hands folded as you motion with your fingers for him come over to you, “you look bothered, min, are you okay?”

“‘m needy,” he mumbles as your hand firmly grips his waist. he’s absolutely just putty in your hands, closing his eyes when you lean in to kiss him. when you pull back, you smile softly.

“is that so? my little maid is needy for his master?”

“y-yeah. i’m always needy for master—,” he groans as you bite his skin, holding you against him even more.

“hm, did you like that? my needy, needy slut,” you smirk against his skin, “now, bend over. rest your arms on the desk.” you order, and he’s quick to obey. he feels your hands on his butt, and you giggle as you hit him harshly, “you didn’t even wear underwear? you were that needy? did you enjoy having your cock out the whole time?” but he can’t answer any of your questions, can’t form any real answers, “don’t move.”

he does as asked, but stil watches you as you go into the closet, pulling out a strap on and some lube, muttering, “now let me prep you before i ruin you.”

“i prepped myself, master,” he admits a bit shamefully, “i’m ready. please just give it to me.”

you raise an eyebrow, more amused than annoyed that he broke your rules, “oh? you couldn’t help it, i’m sure. my dumb, stupid bitch can’t think of anything else but master’s cock, so of course you couldn’t help it. that’s okay,” he whines at your words, but you coat the strap on with lube, and stand behind him, “beg for it, my whore, tell me how much you want it.”

“please! please fuck me! please, i love screaming out your name, being your slut, being all yours—” you don’t need to see his cheeks to know they’re red, “god, just ruin me, just break me.”

so you do. you push in slowly, let him get adjusted. he must have fingered himself a bit too long ago, because he cries out a bit in pain, but you kiss his cheek, giving him a moment to adjust, let the pain fade a bit. after a few deep breaths, he’s moving on his own, trying all he can for some friction. that’s your queue, so you take it. you pull out sightly just to push back in hard, continually thrusting as he moans like a good whore should.

you keep thrusting into him, just barely missing his prostate each time until you finally hit it. you know you do because he yells out in what would sound like he’s getting murdered to your neighbors. his body gives out for a second, but you help holding him up.

“c-can i cum?!” he’s getting close, obvious from the fact he’s screaming. it’s right there, he’s on the edge and he just needs a little push, so you hold onto his neck from behind, pulling him toward you, effectively choking him. he’s less using the desk for support like this when your holding so tightly against you, but your free hands goes to stroke him, trying to get him there.

“come on, slut, cum for your master,” you murmur into his ear, and he finally does so. he’s crying as he orgasms, screaming out even more. you hep him through, slowing to a hault when he seems to come down, “good boy, good boy, you did so well. you’re good, i’m so proud of you,” you murmur against him. those soft, kinder words always helped him come down easier. you pull out and get the strap-on off before laying down for just a second, holding him tight. he was sweaty and the inside of his thighs were covered in cum, but as he caugh his breath, he heldonto you like his life depended on it.

so you just held him. maybe in a moment you’ll draw him a bath and help him wash up and feed him some fruit, but until then, you’ll just hold him.

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